#Waxer x Boil

[proship-jedi]

The jedi love their clones who are in relationships with each other!

Obi-Wan puts Waxer and Boil on the same shifts whenever he can, so they can take their rest time together!

Anakin covers for Jesse and Kix like Rex does for him and Padmè, and he’s just as awkward about it.

Plo is going to officiate Sinker, Boost, and Comet’s wedding as soon as the war ends

[insertmeaningfulusername]

Waxer visits Boil to make him promise him something.

*hands you this one (1) fic I wrote for @clonefandomevents' Haunted Clone Week 2023* It ain't much but it's honest work. Written for the day 5 prompt "Mistaking a Ghost for a Living Person".

[kbirbpods]

A collaboration by @kbirbpods (writer) & @flowerparrish (podficcer) for @waxerboilmonth week 3.

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Waxer/Boil

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Waxer Lives (Star Wars), Order 66 Didn’t Happen (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Clone Troopers Speak Mando’a, Planet Naboo (Star Wars), Post-Canon, Survivor Guilt, Hurt/Comfort, (in the most basic terms)

Length: 1,753 words | 11 minutes and 40 seconds

Summary: Waxer had held a secret close to his chest for the entirety of the war, shared only with one other person. A brilliant red line, coursing down his right palm, mirrored perfectly on the palm of his secret-keeper. They simply didn’t know what the line meant, not for the longest time, and after discovering… well, it just hadn’t been something they’d felt the need to share.

text + podfic

[rivulet027]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Numa & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Numa (Star Wars) Additional Tags: POV Clone Trooper Boil, Developing Relationship, First Kiss, Flower Crowns, Domestic Fluff, Curtain Fic, Friends to Lovers Summary:

Boil and Waxer's first kiss.

[cloneshipping7567]

Romantic Confessions Part 5

Part 5/30

5. "It's you. It's always been you."

Pairing: Waxer/Boil

Rating/WC: M/2322

Warnings: Umbara Arc, major injuries, background character deaths, deviation from canon.

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Boil can't breathe. He just can't breathe. He has to shove he kriffing bucket off and let it fall to the force-forsaken ground of this hell planet, because his lungs refuse to cooperate and bring in air like they're supposed to.

He killed his brothers. Boil shot at and killed his own brothers, his blasts are what snubbed out the life of who knows how many 501st troopers.

He feels his knees give out as someone yells "This can't be happening. What have we done?" He vaguely recognizes that he isn't the only clone to crumble under the weight of what they've done.

Boil gasps violently, repeatedly, as his body fights to take in air. Who did Boil kill? Did he know them? Did he take out a friend? Friends?

A hand lands on his shoulder, and he almost fights back on instinct alone. But then he looks up and sees a trooper with blue paint and a red medic symbol on his gear. The bucket comes off, and an interesting lightening pattern shaved into the side of the medic's head distracts Boil long enough to get a breath in. "What's your name, trooper?" The medic asks softly.

"Boil," he manages to get out, choking on the single syllable. "I'm sorry," he gets out before the trooper can say something stupid, like how it wasn't Boil's fault. Wasn't his fault this medic lost members of his team, his brothers and friends.

"I'm Kix," the medic says, his expression grim. "Are you hurt?"

Yes. But, not in a way this medic can fix. Boil takes in another gasping breath, assessing himself quickly. "Not lethally," he finally answers.

Kix nods at him, patting his shoulder again. "Good man," he starts. Boil opens his mouth to argue, but the medic shakes his head once. "Think you can help me look for survivors? My COs are trying to figure out what happened, they usually help."

Boil nods quickly, and accepts the hand to help stand. He's surprised by how efficiently Kix was able to help Boil calm down enough to breathe. A simple task is all it took for the 212th scout to get refocused, how strange.

Boil goes after the clones who aren't moving first. A quick check of fingers to their neck, a hand on their chest to check for breathing. Nothing; he places their hands over their still chests to keep track of who he's already checked.

So many. There are so many. He loses count; doesn’t want to keep track. Can’t conceptualize how many clones were lost to bad intel leading to friendly fire.

"Captain," he hears Kix call, and looks up from the poor brother he was checking to watch. "I found the platoon leader. It's Waxer." Boil's heart stops, and he doesn't remember standing but he's already walking towards Kix. "He's still alive."

Rex nods gravely, and Kix starts to lead the way. Boil follows them, almost in a trance, to where they go.

He sees Waxer, being tended to by a 212th trooper as he lays against some tree-plant thing. His head is hung, and Boil worries for a second if Kix was wrong, if Waxer is dead, and-and-

His knees almost give out again at just the thought.

"Waxer..." Rex says, kneeling in front of the clone and removing his helmet. Boil does fall to his knees; he falls heavily, hand gripping at Waxer's arm tightly. Kix gives him a sad grimace, but everyone else ignores him.

Waxer lets out a groan of pain, and Boil subconsciously tightens his hold.

"Tell me who gave you the orders to attack us," Rex instructs.

Waxer fights for his breath even harder than Boil was earlier, and the thought of a blaster wound or broken ribs under Waxer's armor makes Boil want to scream. "It-" he cuts himself off with a pained gasp, head moving jerkily. "It was General Krell." He puts a hand on Rex's shoulder, the one not in Boil's death grip. "He sent us to these coordinates to stop the enemy..." He takes another gasping breath, and Boil looks frantically over to Kix.

Why isn't he doing anything? Why are they grilling Waxer about what happened; it doesn't matter who ordered this betrayal! Waxer is dying, and they only care about who's orders they were following!

"We thought they were wearing our armor," Waxer gets out, coughing once. Boil makes a desperate noise in the back of his throat, and Kix takes off his medic pack. "But...it was..." he gasps for air, and a tear falls down his cheek. Boil's own breathing starts to speed up, and he looks between Kix and Waxer desperately. "You."

Waxer hangs his head, his breath hitching in pain and horror both.

"Waxer," Boil whispers, face contorted in fear and pain. "Waxer!" He yells.

Rex steps back, a death glare set in stone. Kix takes his place, jamming a needle into Waxer's neck.

Waxer gasps in pain, eyes wide and jaw slack. But he's breathing and he's alert and alive.

"C'mon, Lieutenant, let's get you to the medical tent, yeah?" Kix says. "I can assess you better there."

Boil swallows thickly, finally allowing his shaking hands to release their death grip on Waxer's forearm. He moves his shoulder under Waxer's armpit, and nods at Kix once. Together they haul Waxer to his feet, Boil's hand coming to gently rest on Waxer's chest as the officer half-screams in pain.

"We have you, sir, we have you," Kix says, his right arm winding around Waxer's shoulder blades to help carry-drag him.

Boil uses his left arm to do the same thing, holding up around his waist but lower, under his ribs. "You'll be okay," Boil whispers, taking a small step forward and taking the others with him.

Waxer is practically heaving with the pain and effort of moving, jaw clenched so tightly that Boil is almost worried about his teeth breaking.

"You got this, Lieutenant, you can do it. The tent isn't that far away. One foot in front of the other." Kix keeps mumbling phrases like that as they march towards the tent, allowing Boil to set the pace.

"I'm fine," Waxer finally snaps through gritted teeth, practically seething. He hisses in air through his teeth, cheeks puffing out with each hasty exhale.

"You are," Boil agrees, increasing their pace just that much faster. He just wants Waxer to stop moving, wants him safe in a medical cot being looked over. He can't stand seeing him in so much pain, so close to dying. "So shut up and keep marching."

Kix raises a brow at the insubordination, but doesn't comment.

Waxer groans, leaning more heavily on Boil and Kix. "How much farther?" he barks some time later, and Boil notices that his breathing is growing more ragged and inconsistent.

"Not far," Kix says, his own breathing becoming heavier with exertion. "And when we get there I can give you a pain stim, and check you over. You'll be just fine. Just a bit longer, sir, you can make it."

"You will make it," Boil agrees, forcing himself to relax his grip so he doesn't crush Waxer. "It's just over there, can you see it?" Waxer looks up from where his chin was on his chest, eyes unfocused but dilated with adrenaline. "Just over there. Just a little longer."

Waxer grunts, and his own steps speed up. An end goal always motivates them; the last stretch is always easier.

They burst through the tent flaps, and Waxer practically gives up on helping them. Boil catches him heavily, and Kix leads them to an empty cot. Together, they're able to gently lower Waxer to the cot instead of letting him drop.

Boil kneels on the floor next to the cot, grabbing Waxer's forearm again and watching his face. Kix scurries off towards the back, barking orders to the other medics in the tent as he goes.

Waxer turns his head to look at Boil, panting shallowly. "Boil," he chokes out.

Boil squeezes gently. "You're fine," Boil says, his voice breaking. "Let me get you out of your armor, Kix will need to see."

Waxer nods once, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes to brace for the coming pain. "Make it quick," he breathes.

Boil unclasps the chest plate, pulling away the plastoid carefully. It still makes Waxer grunt in pain, but he ignores it. Boil carefully slides the piece off, leaving the back piece under Waxer. He doesn't see the point in putting Waxer through that just yet.

Boil's breath hitches at the sight; his chest is littered with blaster burns, his blacks scorched. "Where all does it hurt?" Boil manages to ask, voice shaking.

Waxer huffs an annoyed sound. "Everywhere."

Boil swallows thickly, unable to even roll his eyes. "Don't bite your tongue off," is his only warning, before he grabs the upper blacks and rips at it. He tears it in two, trying to jostle Waxer as little as he can.

Waxer still cries out once at a particularly long rip, eyes flying open in pain and shock.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Boil murmurs, pushing aside the tattered pieces. He almost stops breathing when he takes in the damage.

Waxer has one blast that went right through his chest, mere centimeters from his heart. Another blast scraped across his chest over his ribs, leaving burn marks. There are bruises everywhere, and Boil is almost curious where they came from; they aren't blaster shots.

"That bad?" Waxer asks, a pained smile attempting to overtake the grimace. Boil realizes his face is morphed in horror, and he tries to school it back into a neutral expression.

"No," Boil lies. "You'll be fine. It's-it's not even that bad."

Waxer huffs a laugh, and the movement makes the blaster wound jostle so he follows it with a whimper of pain. "You're...you're such a bad liar," Waxer manages to grit out.

Boil opens his mouth to retort, but Kix shows up then. He immediately jabs needle in Waxer's neck again. Waxer hisses, but then his eye glaze over and he lets out a relieved sigh. "Pain stim," Kix tells him, before dropping the rest of the supplies and setting to work.

Boil doesn't know how long he sits there uselessly watching the medic work over Waxer, but eventually Kix pats Waxer's hip gently and smiles at them both. "There. You'll be just fine, sir. Rex has almost an identical wound. Just take it easy, don't try to move too much. I have to get back out there, see who else needs my help. You have him, Boil?"

Boil nods, giving Kix a shaky smile in thanks. He watches Kix leave the tent, before grabbing Waxer’s hand and clenching tightly.

“I’m okay,” Waxer says, eyes half lidded with exhaustion. Whatever is in those pain stims is a god damn miracle

Boil nods, swallowing thickly. He clears his throat, a shaky smile working on his face. “I don’t know why I do it. Trying to keep you alive is the hardest job I’ve ever had.”

Waxer grunts a laugh, his free hand resting over his bandaged chest. “Yeah, but you always will,” he says cockily.

Boil scoffs, clinging to the positive mood change. “Next time someone else can save your ass,” he jokes.

Waxer’s smile disappears, and Boil’s heart skips a beat. “No, it’ll always be you,” he whispers. He squeezes Boil’s hand, and takes a deep breath. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else to save me.”

Boil blinks, shocked. “What?” He whispers back.

“It’s you,” Waxer murmurs, just a bit louder than before. “It’s always been you.”

Boil’s breath hitches, and he scoots closer to the cot. “Waxer,” he says, his right hand lifting up to run his fingers over Waxer’s cheek.

Waxer leans into it, a soft smile finding its way on his lips. “I love you,” he says plainly, eyes flitting from Boil’s face to where his fingers are on his cheekbone.

Boil laughs once, cupping his cheek fully. Waxer turns his head to kiss the palm, before nuzzling it carefully. “You weren’t supposed to go and fall in love,” Boil chides, but he can’t keep the elation out of his voice.

“Neither were you,” Waxer retorts, grin growing and his sleepy eyes trained on Boil’s.

Boil laughs again, bringing Waxer’s hand up to his lips to gently kiss the knuckles. “You don’t know that I am,” he argues.

Waxer rolls his eyes, tiredly squeezing Boil’s hand. “Yeah, because people who aren’t in love act like you did when you thought I was dying.”

Boil winces at the memory, clearing his throat. “Shut up,” he says.

Waxer chuckles deeply, eyes fluttering in his fight to keep them open. “Make me,” he mumbles, probably not thinking about the implications.

Boil does, though. He wastes no time; he leans down, connecting their lips in a chaste kiss.

Waxer gasps for just a moment, before his free hand rises to cup the back of Boil’s neck.

Boil tightens his grip on Waxer’s fingers, his other hand still gently cupping his face. He pulls away just an inch, smirking down at the lieutenant. “That seemed to shut you up,” he whispers.

Waxer huffs an almost silent laugh, pulling Boil back down to kiss him again. He releases Boil after a few seconds, touching their foreheads together instead.

Boil smiles, eyes closed. “I love you too,” he finally whispers after some time, rubbing his thumb along Waxer’s cheekbone.

Waxer hums, his hand slipping from Boil’s neck and down his chest until it falls just below his chest. “Knew it,” Is all he manages to mumble.

Boil rolls his eyes, leaning back and continuing to pet his face. He watches Waxer fall asleep, and a content sigh escapes his lips.

Despite the horror of the day, he feels like everything will be okay as long as Waxer is here and his.

[deserthusbands]

cody: the general is so..

waxer: handsome?

wooley: cute?

boil: charming?

obi-wan: intelligent?

cody: i don't know, maybe if you all let me finish—

cody: ...

waxer: general! :D

[kara-ct]

Obi-Wan: We're going to go east and Anakin's group is going to go west. Then...

Anakin : ...

Obi-Wan : I can't do that anymore, Anakin! I can't keep ignoring this!

Anakin : But...

Obi-Wan: Anakin, why do you have a fucking blaster ?!

Waxer : *Shocked* Cody! The general said the "f word" in front of the shinies !

Obi-Wan : I don't care! I can't believe Anakin is so uncivilized! Blasters are so uncivilized!

212th Battalion: ...

Cody : It's not...

Anakin: It was Rex's idea! He told Ahsoka and I that having blasters in addition to our lightsabers would give us an advantage on the battlefield and that it would be safer for us. And you know what? Rex is right!

Obi-Wan : Ahsoka too??? I can't believe Rex is such a bad influence on both of you! Anakin, Rex makes you act in such an uncivilized way!

Cody : Don't involve Rex in any of this! Skywalker does very well on his own to deprave himself!

Obi-Wan : You certainly don't mean that, my dear.

Cody : Don't "my dear" me! Skywalker is the one who has a terrible influence on Rex and the 501! Skywalker is a chaos demon!

Obi-Wan : Rex is evil incarnate! That stupid blonde head corrupted my little baby Padawan!

Cody : ... You're sleeping on the floor tonight.

Boil : Guys, our parents are fighting... Again.

Anakin : ... So that means I'm allowed to keep the blaster?

[merlincmgirl]

Oral - 212th x FReader - NSFW

Summary: Looking after your men in the 212th is a top priority, and after the stress of everything becomes too much, they offer to help you unwind.

Characters: Cody, Waxer, Boil, Wooley, Helix, Crys

Pairing: 212th x F!Reader

Word Count: 12,308

Warnings: , oral (female & male receiving), face riding, rimming, cock-warming, group sex, aftercare, angst, fluff, smut,

Author's Note: Happy Holidays! It's a Christmas miracle! I will have finally finished the Kinktober Challenge I set myself tomorrow. It's been a difficult few months, but I'm so proud of myself for doing this.

"I don't kriffing believe this! Get out of my medbay trooper if you know what's good for you!" You snarled, pointing to the door as you pinched the bridge of your nose. Somehow today it seemed like the shinies were taking it as their personal mission to piss you off. It was the 5th shiny today that had come in with something so minor it could have been treated by themselves. It just added to the stress you had been under lately.

"Technically it's my medbay" a rough tone grumbled from behind you.

You spun around, sending Helix a contrite look. "Technically they're your brothers but they seem to enjoy annoying me more!" You snapped back at him.

Helix raised an eyebrow, not used to you snapping at him or the short temper that had gotten spectacularly shorter as the week had progressed.

"Alright civvie, want to tell me what's wrong?" He offered, coming over to help you clean away the supplies you had used to treat a trooper's burn from a spark down in engineering.

"I'm fine. Just your brothers seem to be coming in today with the most ridiculous injuries that a womp rat could treat. You know, one shiny came in with a bruise on his arm. A bruise! That can be treated with the bacta you all carry in your belts!" You ranted, bungling up the scratchy paper that lined the examination bed.

Helix didn't say anything, agreeing that today seemed to be full of ridiculous vods coming in with superficial injuries. It was their 9th day in hyperspace travelling to the next battle, they were becoming restless and bored, having little to entertain them during the long hours in hyperspace. He could understand the frustration you had but not the intensity of your reaction. You were always the kindest of all his medics, the one that troopers rushed to instead of him because at least you'd soften the blow with a comforting word rather than the insults and hypos that he himself liked to use.

"They've just got a bit of cabin fever. It'll change once we reach the next planet" Helix remarked, careful to appear like he was clearing things away and not that he was side eyeing you from where he was standing.

Huffing, you rolled your eyes – Helix was genuinely concerned you'd burst a blood vessel at that intensity – and let out a short laugh. "Then what? It's just the same thing over and over. You boys get thrown into battle, I have to patch you up, see my friends die when I could save them and then just pretend nothing has happened and start again. And deal with your idiotic brothers when they get hurt from doing something stupid!"

"If it wasn't for this war, we wouldn't have been created, civvie" Helix stated, frown settling on his face. The clones had mixed emotions about the war, without it, they wouldn't have been created. But if they hadn't, then there would be no one to stop the Seppies and protect people from their rule.

"I know, doesn't mean I have to like it" you sighed, rubbing at your tired, strained eyes and slumping against the bed.

"When was the last time you slept?" Helix asked, voice already taking on an accusing edge that set your hackles up.

"I don't know, I've been busy" you huffed, forcing yourself back onto your feet to prepare the tray for the next patient that walked in.

The CMO sent you a stunningly unimpressed look, making sure you caught how he looked around the practically empty med bay. If you weren't so annoyed, you'd be impressed. "Yes, I can see that" he drawled, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Anyway, how is it your business?" You grumbled, brow furrowing as your hands shook. From how exhausted you were or the stress, you didn't know, but you clenched them tightly to keep them steady.

"The welfare of the men and the whole crew of the Negotiator is my business. Including you" he reminded, crossing his arms and giving up pretending to help now. Something was obviously going on with you. "Have you spoken to Cody about this?" He asked softly, voice lowering, even though there was nobody around to listen in.

You scoffed bitterly, sending Helix a withering look. "You mean when I pass him in the halls, or the two minutes he has to call me. Yeah, of course it comes up" you snapped, anger glaring through you all of a sudden. You didn't know why you were so mad. Either you were mad at Cody for barely saying a few words to you in the last few days or you were mad at yourself for being angry at Cody because he was just busy doing his job.

Shocked at your reaction, Helix placed a steadying hand on your shoulder and you slumped, feeling the fight leave you. "Why don't you go and grab some food from mess and get some sleep? I can hold everything down here until you come back" he suggested, already cutting off your protests before they could start.

"Fine, but I'm not happy about this. I can work just as well as anybody else on this ship!" you said sharply, grabbing your data pad off the desk. Maybe you could file some paperwork in your quarters for a bit before hopefully falling asleep.

"I know that civvie! Now get out of my medbay until you've had at least 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep!" Helix ordered, crossing his arms and sending you on your way.

Helix frowned, watching your form disappear through the medbay doors, wondering how he could help you. It was no surprise that Cody’s riddur was feeling the stress of spending so little time with her Commander. Their deployment had seen the 212th face battle, after battle after battle. And that meant many more troopers coming into the medbay with a variety of injuries. Some you could save, others you couldn’t. He was no stranger to exhaustion and stress after seeing so many of his vode die, no matter how much those damned long necks tried to erase it out of them.

Resolving to talk to Cody about this, he knew something had to be done. He cared about you, and he dared to count you as a friend. So he would try and help you deal with the stress and anger that was bubbling up inside of you.

Here he was, standing outside the door of his commanding officer hoping to talk to him about his girl. What he did for his brothers!

"Commander" Helix greeted, stepping into the Marshal Commander's office and saluting him.

"Helix, everything alright? Obi-wan hasn't escaped again, has he?" Cody teased, sending him a small exhausted grin as he went through a stack of data pads.

"Not that I'm aware of. But thankfully, he can't get into too much trouble while in hyperspace" Helix rolled his eyes, glad that he wasn't dealing with the Jedi nonsense at the moment. "However we have a different problem" he informed his Commander, shoulders stiffening.

Cody frowned, wondering what had caused his brother to become so tense. "Take a seat" he nodded, glancing at the chair in front of his desk. He noticed that he kept his posture straight, his shoulders tense and a worried frown was painted over his face. "What's the problem?" Cody asked, ready to put out this fire as well as the 20 others on his desk. He really needed to get back to the 18th Battalion to discuss their potential new attack formation.

"It's about your girl and my fellow medic" Helix stated, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

Cody's mind instantly came to a stand still. What was wrong? Was you hurt? Had something happened to you? Had one of his brothers upset you? The endless list of what could have gone wrong poured through his head.

"What's wrong with her?" Cody demanded, feeling his insides churn in worry.

"She's not doing too good. She's snapping at everyone, she made a shiny cry this morning and has been a menace in my medbay" Helix reported, crossing his arms and sending Cody a stern look.

"That doesn't sound like her at all. She's normally the one everyone goes to if they had a choice between you and her" Cody murmured, making Helix roll his eyes. "I've noticed she's become a lot quieter and snappy with me. But I never thought she'd act like this around others" Cody admitted, shaking his head.

"She's not sleeping well, hasn't been eating well either. The last few campaigns have been rough, we've lost a lot of men" Helix stated, although he didn't need to remind Cody of that. The Commander spent most of his days reading casualty reports for the 212th and other battalions. He knew exactly how many men were lost in battle.

Cody sighed heavily, leaning back into his padded office chair. Obi-Wan had insisted that they replaced his old one. Citing how long they both had to do paperwork, they should at least have somewhere comfortable to sit. He was glad of it now as he thought about what to do in this situation.

"Thinks we'll replace her because she's not been bred to deal with all this" Helix added.

Cody scoffed, bitterness curling in his stomach as he thought back to Kamino. "We still get affected by it. Of course we wouldn't replace her for caring" he muttered, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with my cyare?" He sighed heavily, running a hand through his tight curls.

"Try talking to her di'kut!" Helix grumbled, making Cody's head snap up. "I've sent her away to bed and to get something to eat, but it's you that she's missing! Almost snapped my head off when I asked about you. So you need to talk to her so we can find a way to help her relax and de-stress before our upcoming campaign, otherwise I'm signing her off for burnout" Helix ordered, looking at his brother sternly and leaving no room for arguments.

That was one of the first things that Cody had learned. Never mess with a medic. Their oath only covered so far and they were more than prepared to stun you if it meant you would let them do their jobs.

There was a way to help you de-stress and it was something you had both discussed before. It may help you feel better about everything, but he did want to talk to you first. Something was obviously on your mind, and he hadn't been around to help you and support you through it. This campaign had took a lot of his time and efforts up, but that was no excuse. He would have to do better when reaching out to you and communicating during these hectic times.

Resolved to sort this out in one way or another, he nodded, plan of action already forming. He would set everything up and then you and he could have a talk before you either agreed to go ahead with his plan or wished to just quietly sort everything out with him. Either way, he was prepared.

Cody nodded once more about his decision, he had become more and more concerned about you as well. If even his officers were bringing it to his attention then something had to be done. “Agreed. Thank you for bringing it to my attention. Bring all available Ghost officers to room 1104 at 2100 hours” Cody instructed, typing away on his vambrace.

“Yes Commander” Helix saluted him and went to follow Cody’s instructions. Secure in the knowledge that Cody had got this handled.

When Cody managed to wrangle everything for the day, he found you in your rooms. As the door closed behind him, you barely looked away from the pot you were stirring in your small kitchenette.

“Hey sweetheart, what you doing?” he greeted, beginning to strip off his armour and place it next to the door.

“Hmm, just cooking dinner. Hungry?” you murmured, eyes unseeing of your dinner. You couldn’t help but think of all the work that was no doubt starting to pile onto your desk. There was the annual check-ups due soon for every trooper aboard the Negotiator, and it took a bit of time to prepare and order the supplies needed to vaccinate everyone.

“Smells delicious” he remarked, before coming over behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing himself against your back. He sighed in relief, soaking in your scent and relaxing presence. “And I’m always hungry, cyare. Ravenous” he tried to joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Good” you replied, side stepping out of his arms and busying yourself with preparing the side dish.

Cody frowned, watching as your shoulders seemed to rise, tension spread across them and the short jerky movements you were doing. Helix had been right. You were a lot more stressed than he realised. He was already thinking up ways on how to approach you when he heard your sniffle and the way you seemed to sink further into yourself.

Unable to take watching you cry and be upset, Cody instantly rushed back over to you, resting his hand on your shoulder. He was shocked when you pushed him away, flinching under his hand and stepping back. You had never done that to him before.

“Love, what’s wrong?” Cody asked, wanting to bring you into his arms to hold you and comfort you. But he knew it wouldn’t work, it would be detrimental to him finding out what was going on with you and talking about it.

“Nothing, I’m fine” you huffed, wiping away the tears and refusing to look at him. You didn���t want to see if he was angry with you, or upset. You just wanted to cry and be left alone.

“Talk to me, everyone can see how stressed you are. I’m here for you, I want to be here for you if you’d let me” Cody said softly, his voice reassuring and calm.

Admittedly it did help soothe your nerves for a moment, knowing he wasn’t angry but concerned about your behaviour. But the rush of sudden anger had words flying out of your mouth before you could even think about stopping them, as you spun around and glared at him.

“Here for me? When? When you remember that I exist? Or when you want someone to fuck?” you snapped at him, tears streaming down your face. It did nothing to hide the flash of hurt that crossed over Cody’s face at your words.

“Mesh’la, that’s not fair. It has been one thing after another trying to prepare for this battle. It’s not an excuse, but my time has been taken up by those preparations. I promise, you were on my mind during all of this. You never leave my mind, mesh’la” he admitted, taking a step closer to you and reaching out for your hand. He sighed in relief when you didn’t pull away from him. “Before we were lovers, we were friends. I want to know when you’re hurting, I want to know when you’re stressed, I want to know you, sweetheart. Is that so impossible to believe?” he breathed, looking into your teary eyes.

“Yes” you muttered, hand coming up to swipe at your tears. But he was right, you had been friends before and your words wasn’t fair to him. You knew before you started dating him that Cody was an important and busy man. He was second in command of the 3rd System Army, many people depended on him. He provided a lot of advice and strategies to the companies under him. He wasn’t always going to be able to be with you, or even talk to you some days. You just didn’t know why you were taking it this hard.

“Pretty girl, you have always been my light shining in the darkness. You see me as Cody, not as Marshal Commander or a man who shares his face with a million others. You see me, and for a clone, that is special enough. You are special” he admitted, before shaking his head ruefully. “I don’t- I don’t know how to explain just how much I love you. But when I see you hurting – like you are now – that kills me, mesh’la. I want to help, please let me” Cody begged, squeezing your hand.

Gulping back tears and feeling like you had a rock in your throat, you stepped forward into his embrace, sinking into his chest and relaxing against him. “I love you too… I’m sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t really mean it” you apologised, burying your face into his blacks, letting the tears soak through the material.

Cody wrapped his arms around you, one around your waist keeping you against him, and the other combing through your hair. Already he could feel the tension leaking out of your exhausted body. “I know love, I know. You’re hurting at the moment and that makes people lash out. Besides, I’ve heard and felt worse. Remind me to tell you of the time Fox beat me in hand to hand training one of the days” he assured, smiling into your hair and feeling your shuddering breaths ease.

“I’ll hold you to that, Commander” you chuckled weakly before sighing and scrubbing at your tear streaked face. “I just… I don’t know why it’s so hard now. I know that you were designed for war but it just hurts to know that you’ve never had a life outside of war, and pain, and hate. Some of your brothers don’t ever get to experience the world, they’re killed before they can. And I… I can’t tell anyone because then I’ll be reassigned because I can’t take the stress and then I’d have to leave you and I-” you panicked, chest becoming tighter now with every word you said.

“Breathe. You need to breathe” Cody interrupted, pressing his lips against yours in a chaste kiss to help restart your breathing.

“I guess I got lost in my own head and began overthinking” you sighed, taking in deep breaths and holding Cody to your tighter. “I’m scared I’m going to lose you. Be it in battle or something else. I just… I- I just feel so useless, this war takes too much from us and it just got to me” you explained, shrugging helplessly against him. It was the best you could do, words becoming lost and your thoughts muddled as you tried to find a reason for the way you had been behaving this week.

“That’s okay mesh’la, whatever happens, you’ll have me. I’m not going anywhere” he assured, rubbing up and down your back. “Besides, you’re not the only one who commiserates our upbringing. The Jedi hate it too, but our lives on Kamino, don’t think it was full of hate. Yes the trainers and the long-necks were terrible to us but… we had each other. We experienced love and affection from our vods, from our batch mates. We may not have experienced the world like you wish us too, but we made do. Just… you can’t take it all on by yourself, love. These decisions and events were outside of your control” he reminded, kissing your temple.

“I’m glad you had your vode” you smiled softly, thinking about the rest of his brothers that you treated, as well as the millions that were spread out across the galaxy. It was nice to think that even if they didn’t a traditional upbringing, they at least had each other.

“Ugh, too many to know what to do with” he grunted, making you giggle. He really did sound like an exasperated older brother. But he wouldn’t change it for the world. He rested his head against yours and closed his eyes. “Thank you for caring about me and my vode. Especially when the galaxy is turning against us” he breathed, soaking in the way your breath fluttered against his face.

“Always Cody, you and your vode… you didn’t have a choice in all this and whatever happens, I’ll take care of you and your vode. I’ll fight the Senate if I have to” you vowed, making him chuckle.

“Oh I don’t doubt that cyare, I know from experience just how ferocious medics are – especially you” he teased, cupping your face and pulling away from you slightly. “But you need to be cared for and taken care of as well. Do you remember what we’ve spoken about before, when we were suggesting new things to try out together? The one about Ghost Company?” he prompted, thumb stroking across your cheek.

You froze, mind recalling that conversation perfectly. Cody and you had been discussing fantasies and kinks, determined to know more about each other and what you both liked. It had been a spur of the moment suggestion that Cody had liked as well. To be shared amongst Ghost Company while Cody took care of you. He would supervise everything while you could sink into the pleasure and not have to think about anything.

“I remember” you nodded, words falling carefully out of your mouth as you glanced up into his dark brown orbs. You wondered where exactly this was going.

“Would you feel up to it if me and the boys helped you relax and take care of you?” Cody inquired, squeezing your hip and letting you think things through. He had seen just how burnt out you had gotten recently, and he wanted to help you find relief in a number of ways. And his brothers felt the same, they’d all noticed how stressed you had gotten and wanted to help make you feel better. But it was and always would be your decision.

Honestly, the thought of Ghost Company sharing you and making you feel good excited you, and you could already feel your heart start to race at the suggestion. The men in that company was all loyal and brave men, you had close friendships with all of the officers. Would it affect the way they treated you? Would it be awkward when you all had to return back to work? Why would they want to help you out? Were they doing it just because their Marshal Commander asked it of them?

“Why would they want to do that with me?” you frowned, shaking your head at the thought. It seemed impossible to think that Ghost Company would want you.

“Mesh’la! You are an extraordinary person” Cody chided, brow furrowing at the way you spoke about yourself. “And my brothers have also noticed a change in you and were worried. I promise, they want to make you feel better, to make you feel good about yourself and help relieve some of that stress” he assured, cupping your cheek and making sure your beautiful eyes met his own. “I promise I’ll be right there if you want me to be. Nothing is going to harm you” he explained with a wry smile before he turned deadly serious. Cody never went back on his word, if he promised something then it would happen.

Kriff! This wasn’t something you could turn down. Or want to turn down for that matter. Taking the bantha by the horns, you made the decision.

“Yeah… yeah I want that. I want them to help me” you admitted, taking a deep breath in as you heard the words come out of your mouth. It was a bit surprising but also exciting at the same time. They were all incredibly attractive men. Who wouldn’t want them all to help you feel more relaxed. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you asked, knowing you would need to check in with Cody. He had to agree to this as well.

Cody’s cheeks reddened and he looked away for a moment before turning back to you with a small, abashed grin. “Yeah, I’m good with this. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look with my brothers” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Chuckling at his eagerness, you wrapped your arms around his waist once more and hugged him tightly, taking in his reassuring scent and warm embrace. “And it hits your sharing kink as well” you teased, pressing a kiss to his pec.

“Ugh, I forgot I told you about that” he groaned, shaking his head as he tightened his hold of you, rocking you in his arms as he nuzzled into you. “But, we do still need to talk about what has you feeling like this, cyare. We need to get to the root of this problem” Cody reminded, feeling you stiffen slightly in his arms. It was obviously a conversation you didn’t want to have with him.

“Do we have to? I was cooking dinner” you grumbled, glancing back at the stove that was still on.

Cody shook his head, giving a tutting noise before turning it off and not allowing you to hide away from this. It was starting to affect your health and the way you were behaving. He couldn’t just ignore that. Both as your partner and as your Commanding Officer.

"Come on, let's lie down for a moment, dinner can wait" he murmured, guiding you over to your bed and pulling you down with him. He arranged you so you were lying on his chest, his hands wrapped around you as he held you close. Your head rested above his heart, the steady thrum enough to calm any of your nerves.

"You know, mesh’la, if you ever need to talk to anyone who's not me, I'm sure the General wouldn't mind listening to you. Or I can ask Helix if he knows anyone that would help" Cody suggested lightly, feeling the way you were beginning to relax into his arms. He knew from experience that it might be easier to talk to someone that you weren’t close to, or someone who had no interest in anything but your own emotions and how they related to the situation.

You pulled a face, shaking your head at the thought of talking to the General, or even Helix! No, it wasn’t something you felt like you could share with them. Not when they had so much authority to send you away. Besides, you were well aware of the benefits of therapy and talking to someone, you’d done it before. "I already tried that... I spoke to my mentor from medical school a few days ago. Asked him how he coped dealing with death everyday. Do you know what he said? Do you know what he said?” you admitted, voice breaking as you thought about your last conversation with your mentor. It had been enough to show you what a despicable person he was.

“What mesh’la? What did he say?” Cody frowned, knowing it couldn’t be anything good as he felt the way your breath hitched in your chest, the way you tensed up and the way your voice broke as you were talking.

“He said once you've cut into one clone you've cut into them all. You don't need to practice on any more” you cried, horror at hearing those words come from your mentor. He had always been someone you respected and listened to. He had been a great source of advice, but the way he viewed clones had you pulling away, disgusted with him.

“He is right about that, cyare” Cody sighed.

It wasn’t the worst thing he had ever heard about the clones, and it was fact that they all shared the same body. It was why organ donation was so easy with clones, there was an endless supply of spare parts if the medics needed them. It was awful to think about, but it was something they had always been made aware of. Even in death you still served the Republic.

“No he's not! You're all individuals! Every single one of you and... every time I lose one of your brothers... that's another individual lost. And it's my fault, I should be able to do more!" You sobbed, clutching onto his blacks as the tears began to roll down your cheeks. The immense guilt you felt that you couldn’t do more to help them was becoming overwhelming.

"Its not your fault sweetheart, it's the Seppies. You do everything you can to save my brothers and you care for them. You see us as people, other people will always see us as mindless meat droids and cannon fodder. But you have to take a step back love, I know it's painful but we lose men, brothers, but we remember them as they go marching on. And that is just as important. So if you remember them in your heart, but continue to fight for your brothers, then that is honouring them in a way they would want" Cody explained, shushing your cries as he kissed the crown if your head. His hands ran through your hair, and up and down your back. This was what you needed, the catharsis of release, to let all these emotions out.

"I-I wish I could save all of you. I wished their stupid war didn't exist and I wish we could just stay like this forever" you muttered, voice breaking as you buried your face further into his neck. You just wanted to hide from the world a little.

"Well, I'm good for one of those wishes, and I'm working on the other one, but the first one, that's impossible cyare. You have to learn to accept it some way or another" Cody smiled, holding you tight to his chest.

"I know, I'm trying it's just... it's just hard" you sighed, hiccuping a little as the tears started to dry up.

"It is. Almost as hard as taking care of yourself. Helix told me he sent you to get food and have a nap. So, how about I finish up dinner and you catch up on sleep? We're meeting the boys at 2100 if you feel up to it" Cody suggested, kissing your forehead once more before sliding you off his front and to the side.

"Okay, just make sure you don't burn it" you smiled, catching his hand as he got up. He shot you a surprised look that quickly turned into adoration as you kissed his knuckles. "Best get as much sleep as I can ready for tonight" you teased, excitement and nervous energy flashing through you.

"Everything is going to be fine, love. I'll have dinner ready for when you wake up. Not burnt either!" he added, squeezing your fingers before heading towards the little kitchenette in your rooms.

After dinner, you showered and got yourself ready to meet the rest of Ghost Company. You had no idea where you were meeting them, so you followed Cody's lead, letting him direct you to where you needed to go.

When he stopped outside of a nondescript, normal looking bunk room, you couldn't help but let out a little gasp. This was it. This was where one of your fantasies were about to become real.

Cody's hand came to grip your elbow, angling you towards him. His face was so sincere and soft that you wanted to pull him into your arms and never let go. "Are you sure about this, cyare? We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I wont be angry or upset, I just want to make sure you're feeling good" he reminded, thumb brushing against your skin.

"I'm sure, I know you'll look after me while the boys will make me feel good" you nodded, smiling at him in reassurance.

Taking a deep breath, Cody opened the door for you, letting you take the first step in before he followed behind you and locked the door.

As you stepped into the room, you were greeted by members of Ghost Company. Those that weren't on duty that is. Crys was leaning against the table, Wooley sitting on it next to him, Boil and Waxer was nearby, pressed close together and sending you heated looks. Helix meanwhile was giving you a once over, obviously checking to see if you'd followed his instructions.

"You're looking a lot better since I last saw you" Helix commented, voice all rough and brash but you could hear the concern underneath it.

"Wow, real smooth talker you are, Helix!" Wooley drawled, shaking his head at the medic.

Unable to help the small giggle that escaped you, you rolled your eyes at Helix, more than used to his behaviour. "Don't worry, I'm feeling a lot better since you set Cody on me" you assured.

Warm hands settled on your waist, and you leaned into your Commander. He nuzzled into your neck, leaving a soft peck there before he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Everyone has noticed how tense and stressed you've been recently, cyare. So they were more than happy when they got the call to come help you relax" Cody explained, glancing at his eager brothers.

You felt yourself face flush, you didn't realise that it had been so obvious to everyone that you were struggling. You thought you had hidden it rather well. But being on a ship in such close quarters, no doubt people noticed the small things and the little changes within you.

"Yeah, mesh'la. We just want to help you relax, feel good again" Waxer agreed, a playfully grin on his face. No doubt all the boys were just as excited as you with what was going to happen. But knowing your love just as well as you did, you knew that tonight had some stipulations.

“Okay, are there any rules for tonight?” you asked, turning to Cody as he pulled away to slip off his armour.

"Only a couple, mesh'la, and you can change them if you want to" he assured, unclipping everything until he was just in his blacks. The orange and white plastoid was stacked and laid in a neat pile at the edge of the room. Cody nodded at his brothers to do the same. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, and that meant the armour had to go.

"Let's hear them then" you breathed, as you felt butterflies in your stomach as you glanced up at Ghost company.

“Nobody is going to be using your pussy tonight mesh’la, except me. They’re all going to be using their mouths and fingers on you, and you can be as loud as you want. This room is soundproof and hardly anyone comes in” Cody explained, and the other clones surrounding you didn’t seem too surprised at those rules. They were probably informed about this before they had turned up tonight. “Is that okay with you?” he checked in, rubbing soothingly at your side.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me” you agreed, smiling up at him as he leaned forward to give you a kiss.

"Good. Just let us take care of you, cyare" he murmured, lips brushing against yours softly. His hand crept up to the back of your neck, keeping you pressed against him as he took control of the kiss. He gently licked at the crease of your mouth, and you could do nothing but let him in with a small groan. His hands kneaded your neck while his lips parted yours, pushing his tongue to slide against your own.

Cody always could make you forget everything with just his mouth. Be it through kisses, or using those talented lips and tongue to make you scream, he had an ability to make the whole world around you disappear. So when you felt hands land on your waist, your shoulders, your arms, you startled just for a moment before sinking into their touches.

Cody's large, warm hands cupped your cheeks, pressing small teasing kisses over your lips until you had to push him away for air. Panting, you rested your foreheads together as the hands worked to undress you, sliding and unbuttoning your clothes until you stood naked before them. You would have shivered from the cold air around you, but they all burned hotter than a furnace, the press of their bodies keeping you nice and toasty.

“You’ve been so stressed lately, mesh’la. You don’t even have to do anything, just be a set of holes ready and wet for us, okay?” Boil's grumpy voice murmured from your side, his hot breath caressing your neck before he pressed a kiss there.

"The boys know your safe word and your safe action if you can't speak. Ready?" Cody reminded, brushing his nose against your heated cheek.

You gave him a short hum in confirmation. You wanted this. You didn't need to be asked again.

“On your knees” Cody instructed, pecking your lips once more before guiding you with his hand in your hair down in front of him and his brothers.

“You look so pretty on your knees for us mesh’la” Waxer praised, running gentle fingers over the curve of your jaw once you had settled before them. He let out a quiet cooing noise as you rubbed against the tender gesture.

You looked around you at the impressive men that had caged you in. All of them supporting impressive tents in their blacks. You couldn't help but lick your lips, thinking about tasting them, feeling the weight of them on your tongue. Crys groaned, hand coming to press against his bulge at the sinful look crossed your face.

Calloused fingertips hooked under your chin, pulling you back around to face Cody. "Eyes on me, cyare" he ordered, thumb coming to stroke against your bottom lip before he pulled away. He quickly unfastened the bottom half of his blacks and pushed them down his hips, allowing his hard, swollen length to come out.

Your mouth watered, staring at the hard cock in front of you. He wasn't fully hard like you knew he could be, but he was already leaking some pre-cum from the head and you knew he would be a challenge to take when he was hard as rock. You couldn't wait to feel that in your mouth, to wrap your lips around the head and suck him down.

"Go on, cyare. You know what to do" Cody instructed, gripping his base to keep it steady.

Finally, with his permission, you took his head in your mouth, sucking on it strongly before trying to sink further onto him and gagging slightly.

"Whoa, look how hungry she is for the Commander's cock" Wooley- you were sure it was Wooley—muttered in awe.

However, a hand wrapped itself in your hair and pulled you off him. Cody tutted, shaking his head as you whined up at him. "You know better than that, cyare. Take me properly" he rebuked, before letting go of your hair.

Pouting, you knew he was right. Normally you took your time in taking Cody into your mouth, made it a show and built his pleasure. Not rush it, unable to wait.

Raising your hands to his thighs, you shuffled forward, kitten licking at his slit before ducking to lick a long, heated swipe from his balls all the way up to his tip. Hearing the answering groan, you did it again, making sure to swirl your tongue around his head for a moment. You continued to lick him teasingly, sometimes sucking his tip and lapping up his juices.

"That's a good girl. That's better, cyare" Cody moaned, eyes sliding shut as his hand tangled into your hair. He never pulled or tried to guide you, just keeping the weighted reminder on the back of your head, keeping you connected to him. "I know, you've been rushing, having to get things done quickly. Working so hard, but I don't want that. Want you to take your time, enjoy this cyare" Cody continued, knowing his words would sink deep into your brain.

The grip on his thighs tightened, as you let out a small whine, not wanting to think about what had led up to this. All you wanted to do was focus on Cody, on making him feel good and feeling how good it was to just not have to worry about anything.

"Shh, you're alright, ad'ika. Don't have to think of anything right now" Helix assured, hand trailing along your shoulders.

Closing your eyes, you took Cody deeper into your mouth, struggling slightly as he bumped the back of your throat. Squeezing your thumb, you took calming breaths in through your nose before finally sinking all the way down on him. With watery eyes, you looked up to meet Cody's gaze, knowing he enjoyed it. You hoped he was able to read what you wanted in your eyes as well.

Cody frowned, brow furrowed for a moment before he smiled and nodded. "Alright cyare, I know, I know what you need" he assured before pulling away from your delicious mouth. He allowed you to take a deep breath before he was pushing back in, hand that was resting on your head becoming firmer and pushing you down onto his length with every buck of his hips.

Groaning, you allowed Cody to use your mouth, making sure to drag your tongue against the underside of his cock with every thrust. Already you could feel slick dampen your core, and the urge to touch yourself there grew.

"Kriff! She's so hot" Waxer cursed from above you.

Tears brimming your eyes, you dragged your nails down Cody's thigh, hearing and feeling how you affected him. The loud moan that he let out and the way his hips stuttered in their pace had you feeling very proud of yourself. Wanting to have his cum flood your mouth, you cupped his balls, beginning to gently massage them in your hands.

However, Cody quickly pulled you off him, panting heavily as he tried to steady himself once more.

"Having trouble there, Commander?" Boil smirked at his brother.

"Shut up vod! You would be too if you felt this mouth around you" Cody grumbled, before dragging his thumb over your swollen lips.

Instantly you took it into your mouth, showing him what he was missing.

"Want you to have my brother's first, cyare. Be good for them, let them take care of you" Cody told you, leaning down to brush your lips against his. It only lasted a second before he was stepping away and allowing his brothers to take over.

"Hey ad'ika, need to move you for a second, okay?" Helix informed you, scooping you up under your arms and pulling you to your feet.

Wooley and Boil laid out a thin mattress from the corner of the room and laid a few pillows down on it, trying to make it more comfortable for you.

"How do you want her?" Waxer asked, coming to your left side while Crys came to your right. They took you out of Helix's arms before taking over supporting you between them. Their arms wrapped around your waist and Crys was already pressing kisses along your jaw. Sighing, you couldn't help but tilt your head back, giving him more skin to kiss.

"I want her sitting on my face. You can do whatever you want, but I want to taste her" Helix instructed the others.

His words made you groan, imagining the clone eating you out and feasting on you. He was your boss. How would you ever look him in the face again knowing his had been buried deep in your cunt?

"Come on ad'ika" Helix muttered, voice reassuring and gentle as he saw the look on your face. He laid down on the mattress and reached out a hand for you to take.

Of course it would be fine. Helix was one of your closest friends. He looked after you and cared for you. This was just one way of doing that. So, stepping forward onto the mattress, you took his hand and let him guide you above him.

Looking down at him, you couldn't help but bite your lip, worried about suffocating him as you sat on his face. How would he breathe?

"Are you sure? What if I hurt you?" you worried, squeezing the hand that was in yours.

Helix huffed, shooting Cody a dark look as he stood in the corner. "I'm disappointed in you vod, I would have thought you showed her how impossible that is" he chided the Commander.

Cody rolled his eyes, but sent you a warm smile. "I have, multiple times. That's a concern coming from elsewhere" he grumbled before turning to you. "I promise sweetheart, he wants you to sit on him. He'd prefer to go out that way, bit of a sadist really" he teased, making you giggle.

"Yeah, no kidding! His hypos are excruciating!" Waxer mumbled to Boil, rubbing his neck where he had gotten stabbed by Helix the last time.

"Alright, I trust you" you grinned, excitement and happiness curling in your heart in equal measure. You lowered yourself until you were hovering over him.

"I said sit, ad'ika" Helix ordered, hands landing on your waist and tugging you down.

You gasped as his lips instantly attached to your folds, sucking the slick from them with a pleased moan. Fuck, your thoughts fizzled out as Helix pressed his wide tongue between your lips, gathering as much of you on his tongue as possible. He pressed against your entrance, circling it before pushing in.

"Helix!"

A rumble echoed beneath you and you clutched on tight to Helix's long hair, needing an anchor as he began to eat you out. His large hands stretched over your thighs, keeping you in place as he began to push further into your cunt, tip of his tongue teasing your tightening walls.

Closing your eyes, you tilted your head back, hair brushing against your shoulders as your breathing stuttered and became heavier. Unconsciously you began to rock your hips into Helix's talented mouth, panting as Helix pulled you into him. You could hear every wet, swipe of his tongue. The squelch of your juices being devoured by him and the soft groans he was letting out at the taste of you.

Warm fingers dancing along your jaw caught your attention, and you straightened up and opened your eyes to see Crys standing in front of you, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. You couldn't take your eyes off his length, how it was already leaking pre-cum and seemed to be an angry rouge colour.

"Think you can take me in your mouth, sweetheart?" Crys wondered, fingers continuing to stroke along your jaw and down your neck.

Leaning into the soft gesture, you knew he would accept whatever answer you gave him. Luckily for him you really, really wanted to put your mouth on him. Nodding your head, you rested a hand on his hip, steadying yourself against him while you continued to rut against Helix's mouth.

Licking a stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip, you wondered if they all liked their cocks sucked as Cody did. Slowly you began to tease at his head, trying to learn what the technical specialist liked, circling the tip before taking it into your mouth. Cody liked you going slow on him, building his pleasure and teasing him but it seemed Crys didn't. A hand tangled in your hair, guiding you to take him further into your mouth.

You groaned around him, eyes fluttering shut as you clenched down on the tongue inside of you. Helix pulled away from you, taking your folds into his mouth and suckling lightly on them while you adjusted to Crys' length. Letting yourself sink further down on Crys, you tightened your grip on his hip before he was pulling you off him.

"Good girl, took me so well. I'm going to fuck your mouth, okay? If it gets too much, tap me twice and I'll stop" Crys instructed, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

"Kay" you mumbled, voice already sounding strained from the use of Cody and him.

Crys sent you a grin before he guided you back down his hard cock, your soft exhales through your nose tickling the curls at the base.

As Crys found his rhythm, thrusting his cock inside your waiting mouth, Helix continued to work you open, his tongue flicking up to the bundle of nerves. It had you bucking into him, warmth flooding you at the way he was teasing your clit. Every thought vanished from your head, only focusing on how good it felt to have Helix eating you out and Crys fucking your mouth. All you had to do was take what they gave you, they would look after you. They'd make sure you forgot everything except them.

As you moaned around the length in your mouth, Helix enclosed his lips around your clit, sucking it harshly and having your cries muffled by Crys.

"Damn, whatever you just did, do it again. She really liked that!" Crys hissed out, the vibrations around his cock pushing him closer and closer to his finish.

Helix wasted no time, sucking your bundle of nerves harshly while his hands kept you secure to him. He allowed you to rock and buck against his mouth, but he wouldn't let you move far from him.

Your peak was rising, the ministrations of both clones pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans were muffled by Crys, who continued to fuck into you, pace faltering as he neared his own edge.

"Shit! Oh shit sweetheart!" he hissed, throwing his head back as he pushed you all the way down onto his cock, your throat quivering around him as he found his release. He shot his thick load down your throat, and you swallowed it down with no complaint, earning another broken moan from the blonde clone as he pulled away to look you over.

"So beautiful, sweetheart. Did so well" he praised, brushing the few tears that had collected on your waterline. "Think you can cum on Helix's face now? I think he's so close he's going to blow" Crys whispered, caressing and stroking your cheeks as he shot his brother a teasing look.

Helix swore at his brother before plunging his tongue back into your soaked entrance, determined to push as deep as possible into you.

Your back arched, a broken cry leaving your lips as Helix wrapped his lips around you tightly and sucked. Tugging at his long hair, you couldn't help but feel your release wash over you as he continued to tease you with his tongue, drinking down the juices that erupted around him. Quivering at the powerful orgasm, you nearly missed the hot spurts that hit your ass. Realising what happened, you shuddered even more when you realised that Helix had come untouched and had painted your skin with his release.

Whimpering, you pushed his mouth away from you and rolled off him, panting heavily as you lay there, coming down from your high.

Sweet, gentle hands lifted your head and placed it onto a thick thigh. "My perfect, wonderful cyare. So beautiful. You did brilliant, love" Cody whispered his praises into your hair, bending down over you and laying kisses over your cheeks and head.

Sighing, you sunk into his reassuring touches and loving words, feeling them soothe you and bring your mind into a warm, heady cloud. Cody loved you so much, he was so pleased with you already and still there was more men to have you. Everything felt so right and comfortable that you almost missed Cody pressing something to your lips.

Blinking wide eyes at him, he sent you an adoring smile as he sat you up more and pressed the water canteen to your lips once again. The cool water did wonders for your throat and brought you back from that delightful and safe headspace that you had sunk into.

"That's it cyare, got to make sure you keep hydrated. Otherwise Helix will kill me" Cody chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple as you drank.

When you had your fill, you pushed the canteen away and Cody passed it off to someone else. He held you close on his lap, brushing warm circles on your back as he took you in. "Do you want to continue, cyare?" He checked in, giving your knee a quick squeeze.

You wanted nothing more than to continue. Helix and Crys had already made you feel amazing, your orgasm still making you feel small aftershocks of pleasure. Why wouldn't you want to continue with the rest of the troopers? Nodding eagerly, Cody chuckled, giving you a chaste kiss before helping you to lie-down once more on the mattress. He transferred your head onto someone else's lap.

Looking up into heated, brown eyes, you smiled at the moustached man who was gazing at you softly.

"Hey, verd'ika" he murmured, fingers brushing through your hair and massaging your scalp.

Sighing and relaxing further into him, you almost purred at the amazing way that simple touch had you feeling loose and ready for more.

"Its mine and Wax's turn, you ready for us?" he asked, watching as a wide beam spread across your face.

"Yeah... I'm ready for you both" you assured, eyes flickering down the length of your body as you felt the mattress dip by your feet.

Waxer returned it with an easy but excited grin of his own before sliding his hands up and down your calves, going higher each time. "I really want to taste you, mesh'la. From the sounds of my brothers, you must taste divine" Waxer complimented, settling his broad frame in between your legs.

Blushing at his words, you couldn't help but nuzzle into Boil's hand. To have such beautiful, kind men eager to be with you had your heart soaring and filling with love for the troopers around you. "And I want this mouth. Had Crys and the Commander shaking like a tooka afterwards" Boil chuckled, running his thumb over your lips.

"Kriff off Boil, just wait until you have her mouth on your cock!" Crys retorted, huffing at his vod's teasing.

"Good idea vod, knew you'd have one eventually" Boil smirked, lifting his hips slightly to push his blacks down enough for his cock to bounce out. "Open up, mesh'la" he ordered, gripping the base of his cock. As soon as you opened your mouth for him, ready to take his length into your wet heat, he pushed the tip of his cock to rest against your tongue but moved no further.

Whining, you tried to push forward, bury more of his throbbing, weighted length into your mouth but he just tutted, pulling you back. "Just like this for now, verd'ika. I want you to just hold me in your mouth like this" Boil told you, running soothing hands up and down your arms and shoulders.

"That's it mesh’la, you keep him warm in your mouth while I get to work" Waxer beamed, pressing a little nip to your inner thigh before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

The little yelp died in your throat at the way Waxer contrasted the harsh sting with the soft glide of his tongue. He continued to rain small kisses and little nips up your thighs before he reached the apex.

"You're gorgeous! No wonder the Commander likes to keep you to himself" Waxer breathed, brushing his nose along the crease of your thigh.

Sighing around the cock in your mouth, you reached for Waxer, brushing against his smooth head to try and encourage him to move to where you really needed him.

"I know, i know mesh’la, you just look so amazing" Waxer chuckled, his hands gripping your thighs and throwing them over his shoulders. His warm breath caressed along your swollen, wet heat, causing your nipples to harden even further.

A hand entwined in your own, and you looked up with heated eyes to see Boil's hand curled in yours, giving you something to squeeze and hold beside Waxer. As a reward, you gave a light suck to his tip and Boil let out a muffled curse.

"Get on with it Wax, she's starting to get impatient" Boil grumbled, flicking his brother's ear.

Waxer flinched away but did spread your folds open with his thumb, leaving your bare to his face before he licked a long, broad stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. He circled the little swollen bud before returning to your entrance to do the same.

Letting out a groan, you slid your eyes closed, losing yourself to their touches and the way they held you still against them. Just giving you pleasure without having to do anything in return. Whining, you squeezed Boil's hands as your thighs trembled along Waxer's shoulders. The weight against your tongue was also keeping you distracted, because you wanted nothing more to take Boil further into your mouth, have his cock brush against your throat until you had tears streaming down your cheeks.

Keeping you spread for him, Waxer's tongue delved into your sweet hole, enjoying the way your walls shook and fluttered around his penetrative tongue, almost like you were drawing him further into you. He groaned at the thought, pressing closer into you and spreading your thighs wider around his head.

Dragging your hand down from his head to his powerful shoulders, your dug your nails into his blacks, groaning around Boil as his brother seemed to want to swallow you whole. The coil in tour stomach began to tighten as Waxer pulled away to nibble on your folds before taking them into his mouth and soothing them with his talented lips.

Boil brought your attentions back to him with a slight tug on the roots of your hair. He brushed his thumb over the apple of your cheeks before slowly beginning to push his cock across your tongue. Just as he brushed the back of your throat, he pulled back once more until the tip was just resting on your tongue.

Growling a little as you realised he was teasing you, setting a slow and controlled pace, you tried to lift your head to swallow him down completely but he just chuckled and pulled you off him.

"No, I want it like this" he said firmly, smirking at the whine that you let out and the pout that formed on your face. "Not used to getting told no, verd'ika? The Commander spoils you. I'll fuck this beautiful mouth how I want, don't worry we'll get you there, just have to be good for us, think you can do that?" Boil's stern but teasing voice filled your ears.

Fine, you would let him set the pace. And you weren't spoiled, Cody just loved to see the smile spread over your face and to know he was the one that caused that. Letting out a huff, you nodded, but quickly accepted the kiss that Boil pressed to the corner of your lips.

Straightening up, Boil pushed his cock back into your talented mouth, rocking in slowly and steady just to drive you mad.

It was such a contrast to what Waxer was doing between your legs though. The Lieutenant was running his tongue in small circles around your clit, never touching it but teasing you all the same. You could feel slick leaking down onto the bed, as he kept you open, thumbs hooking your folds apart. It left you feeling so exposed and you couldn't help but buck and press your hips into his mouth.

"Waxer!" you cried, pulling away from Boil when his vod finally flicked his tongue over your clit. Pleasure raced along your body, especially when Boil gave one of your nipples a sharp tweak. Panting heavily, you clenched around nothing, wanting to be filled as Waxer took your clit into his mouth. He alternated his sucks, keeping them light and then harsh, always having you writhe underneath him as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Letting out a sob, you tugged on Boil's hand and Waxer's head, wanting them closer, wanting more and more.

Chuckling against you, Waxer began flicking your clit in fast motions, determined to push you over into another orgasm. He didn't have to wait long as you cried out, back arching from the mattress as you came hard. He groaned, collecting your release on his tongue, tasting your sweet nectar as you shook around him, thighs quivering and small sobs escaping your lips as white hot pleasure washed through you in waves.

As you became oversensitive to the sweeps of his tongue, you pushed Waxer away, panting heavily against Boil's thigh. Waxer got onto his knees before you and you couldn't help but watch, eyes unable to move as Waxer quickly fisted his aching cock, pumping himself a few more times before he shot his release all over your stomach.

The warmth that landed on your stomach had you letting out a small moan, enjoying the way that the Lieutenant had painted you with his cum. It left you feeling marked, possessed in a good way. Like you belonged with them.

"Commander... can I try something different?" Wooley's voice interrupted your bliss, pulling your attention to the pair of troopers leaning against the wall.

Cody frowned, taking in his vod'ika's nervous behaviour and eager eyes. Glancing at you, he saw you were curious at his words as well. What did he want to try with you?

"You know the rules, Wooley" he warned, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.

"I know sir, i just wanted... er to... to eat out her ass, sir" Wooley admitted, his cheeks reddening at the look Cody shot him as well as the wolf whistles of his brothers.

You felt heat flash through you at his words. It was something you hadn't even thought about happening tonight. But that didn't mean you didn't want to have Wooley's mouth on you, exploring your furled entrance.

Raising your eyes to meet Cody's, you could see that he was checking in with you. Wanting to make sure it was something you wanted to do tonight. It had been something you had explored with him before, but not something you had thought would happen in a session like this. Giving him a nod and a small smile, you reassured him that Wooley's request was okay.

Cody turned back to his brother with a hard look, wanting to tease him just a little. "Fine, same safe words and actions apply. Check in with her as well" Cody instructed, giving him permission.

"Wait! That's not fair, I didn't know that was allowed!" Waxer cried out, looking between his baby brother and you. Wooley shot him a smug look as he passed him.

"Careful Commander, your favouritism is showing" Helix smirked, leaning back against the table to watch.

"It’s not my fault that you lot wasn't creative enough to ask about this" Cody shrugged, used to the (well founded) accusations of favouritism of Ghost's youngest member.

Giggling at their complaints, you welcomed Wooley onto the mattress, taking his large hand in yours. "Hi" you greeted, smiling sweetly at the way Wooley blushed a little more at you.

"Hi" he echoed back, settling between your thighs, "you sure this is okay?"

"Hmm, more than okay" you assured him once more, squeezing his fingers as well.

"How do you want her, vod?" Boil asked, stroking along your jaw.

"Just like this. You two seem too comfortable to move" he answered, settling himself down in between your legs.

Your breath became a little heavier as Wooley pressed a kiss to your hip before his large hands slid underneath you to cup your butt and lift it up to his face. "Oh!" a startled yelp left you as your hips was lifted from the mattress, supported by the large, strong trooper.

"Like being picked up, verd'ika?" Boil grinned, stroking your cheek before returning his leaking cock to your mouth before you could even think of a retort.

It seemed that Boil was just as eager for this part of the night as well, as his pace increased slightly. Still controlled but not nearly as slow and careful as he was before. You wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing against him as much as possible as you sucked around his length.

A hot breath fanned against your forbidden entrance and it had your muscles clenching in Wooley's hands. Your heels dug into his back, ready to feel the fist touch of Wooley against you. Fortunately, you didn't have to wait long, as Wooley lightly pressed his tongue against your ass, trailed around it a few times before pulling away, not breaching you just yet.

Digging your nails into Boil's hip, you couldn't even rock forward suspended as you were between the two troopers. All you wanted was for Wooley to touch you again. "Please" you begged, as Boil's hips pulled away from you. It had the younger trooper groaning before he licked your clenched hole with slightly more pressure.

"Hmm, she sounds so cute when she's begging" Crys admired, watching the way your body shook slightly at his vod's touches and his praise.

"Relax, cyare, just let go" Cody added, noticing the tension in your body as you tried to keep from feeling too much and having this be over too soon.

Closing your eyes, you sunk into the feeling of Boil rocking his cock in and out of you while Wooley teased your furled hole. Finally you felt him push into you, stretching you around his tongue. The tight ring of muscle clenched around his venturing tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure through you, settling just behind your clit.

He lathered your opening with his saliva, making you nice and wet for him. You could feel him run his tongue along your tight muscles, coaxing you to relax and open up more for him. Wooley must have felt you relaxing around him because he groaned, the vibrations echoing through you and sending sparks up your spine.

"Fuck, sweetheart!" Boil cursed, pushing his cock further into your mouth and tugging at your hair. The vibrations that was surrounding his cock was making it difficult not to cum right then and there.

Moaning, your hand slipped between you, cupping his balls in your hand and gently squeezing and pulling at them. Your lips stretched around his thick length, running your tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft.

"Kriff!" Boil hissed, eyes slamming shut as he thrust roughly into you as he came, pressing you down until your nose brushed against the wiry curls at the base of his cock.

Panting, you pulled away from him, sending the trooper a pleased, smug look as he almost looked deliriously at you, bliss written all over his face.

"Good girl, verd'ika" Boil gasped out, patting your head a few times before slipping out from beneath you.

Wookey squeezed your ass tight at the shift in position, keeping you secure against his mouth as his tongue devoured you. He pulled away slightly, spreading your cheeks wider before spitting on your puckered hole.

A cry left your lips at the feel of his wet, hot saliva trailing over your hole and down onto the mattress. It was something filthy and dirty and you wanted more of it. "Fuck, please! Please Wooley!" you cried, trying to writhe in his grasp but it was no use, he held you so tight.

The thick muscle returned to your ass, pushing as far in as Wooley could as he continued to squeeze and massage your ass cheeks. You reached down, hands gripping onto his Mohawk and no doubt ruining the gelled hair. Flicking his tongue over the rim resulting in another harsh tug before you felt your core tighten once more. You wouldn't be surprised if your arousal was leaking from you and dripping down your crack if it wasn't for the position that Wooley had you in.

But you wanted release, you were so close, all of them having worked you up and pushed you over the edge. You wanted it again. You wanted to cum again because it was too much.

"Cody, please!" you begged, turning watery eyes to your commander. However they didn't remain there long as they rolled into your head when Wooley grazed his teeth over your rim before suckling on it gently. You let out a loud cry, thighs trembling around Wooley's ears.

"Shh, I've got you cyare. I know, he's treating you so well, isn't he?" Cody cooed to you, brushing away your tears as you clutched onto his arm. You panted, nodding against him and bucking into Wooley's mouth, stomach fluttering as Wooley continued to devoured you. You just needed more and you knew you would cum. You just needed something to push you over the edge.

Digging your nails into Cody's arm, he locked his lips with yours, swallowing your cries as he brought his fingers to your clit, drenched in all your previous releases and arousal. He pinched the swollen bud lightly before circling it in quick, light touches that had you sobbing into his mouth.

Wooley moaned around you as he felt you walls clench and flutter around his tongue. He buried his face deeper inside of you, feeling his own cock throb at the sounds you were making.

"Cum for us, cyare" Cody demanded, keeping his firm pressure as he rubbed your clit.

The words and feel of both Wooley feasting on your ass and Cody playing with your clit had you falling over the edge, your muffled scream caught by Cody as your whole body tensed and went rigid before sinking back into their touches, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your whole body felt boneless as they pulled away from you, leaving you feeling oversensitive and exhausted.

Distantly you felt two spurts of cum land on you, one on your lower stomach that must be from Wooley and the other on your breasts, the other source must be Cody. They panted, resting against you as you all struggled to catch your breath.

After a few moments, warm arms brought you into a broad chest and you looked up into the scarred face of your Cody. He had an exhausted smile on his face as he held you protectively in his arms. Brushing the sweat stroked stands from your face, he kissed your forehead.

"Feeling better, cyare?" Cody asked, hands running lightly up and down your back and along your thighs.

Humming, you gave him a tired smile and leant your head against his chest, listening to the dull thud of his racing heart as it slowed down to normal pace. You felt amazing, your body too tired to be tense and your mind wonderfully quiet for the first time in a long while.

"Let's get you cleaned up, the others can sort this out" Cody murmured, nuzzling into your hair.

"Come on you two, here's some water and food Commander. Make sure she has some. We'll clean the bedding and get everything sorted" Helix said firmly, helping you both up onto your feet. He kept a steady grip on you until he was assured your legs wouldn't give out.

As Cody took whatever supplies he was given from the medic, you turned to check on Wooley, to make sure he was okay after he had finished on you as well. But you didn't need to worry. Waxer was already coaxing his brother to take some water from the canteen, while Boil washed him down with a wet cloth. It always warmed your heart how much the clones looked after each other.

Your attention was drawn back to Cody, as he led you to a quiet spot and handed you a ration bar. He saw your grimace and chuckled, before pouring some water onto a cloth.

"Eat that cyare, while I wash you up. The boys really got you good" Cody said, pride shining in his voice at the sight of you covered in his and his brothers' cum. It set something primal off in him knowing that you were marked as his. That you belonged with him and the 212th.

Rolling your eyes, you nibbled on the flavourless bar, once again wondering how they could even eat this rubbish on the field. But you let Cody clean you up from their spend, gentle strokes along your chest, stomach and back, making sure that you were all clean. He gave himself a quick clean before throwing the cloth onto a pile of them, ready to be disposed of later.

"Come on love" he encouraged, taking your hand and leading you back over to the mattress. Only this time it was piled high with blankets and pillows, as well as the rest of the clones already getting comfortable in a cuddle pile.

Beaming, you pulled a spare blanket around you before sinking into the middle of the pile. Cody followed after you, getting complaints as he pushed his brothers over so he could lie next to you. Giggling, you welcomed being pulled into Cody's arms as all the rest of his vode pressed around you.

"Get some sleep, cyare. You've more than earned it" Cody whispered, kissing your head and holding you tight.

And in his arms, you had never felt safer. Surrounded by the heat and bodies of his brothers, you knew that whatever happened, you would always have Cody and his brothers. You weren't fighting this war alone.

[thegreymarveljedi]

The Lucky Twins

(Tech x Reader x Crosshair)

Even without the final poll results it seems that “The Lucky Twins” wins, so here it is!

Idgaf if people say that Crosshair and Tech aren’t twins. In my head they are and that’s all that matters to me this fic so suck it up haters. Anyway! This story was inspired by @techhasmjolnir because they asked for more Bad Batch smut and this lovely idea popped into my head so I hope you all enjoy!

(Also, The comedian mentioned is a rip off of an actual real life comedian cast in the SW universe)

(Divider by @stars-n-spice )

Warnings: SMUTT, oral! (Male and female receiving), threesome, gentle/rough sex, double penetration, p in v sex, p in a sex, nipple! play, spanking, praise! Kink, implied poly! Batch, use of pet names, hair pulling, slightly bratty reader, slight Dom!/Sub! dynamics, over simulation, mild size! Kink, multiple orgasms, squirting orgams (let me know if I missed anything).

Words: 6.5+K (*insert evil laughter*)

It was game night for the boys, the 212th barracks filled with laughter as everyone drank and played games. The Bad Batch was sat around in a circle with Cody, Waxer, Boil, Metric, and a few other Troopers, all of whom were winding down after another successful string of missions. The 212th seemed to be one of the only battalions in the GAR that The Bad Batch got along with, the conversation flowing easily.

(Y/N) sat among the boys, a glass of spotchka in hand as she leaned her head against Tech’s shoulder. She was laughing along with a joke that Boil told as his turn for truth or dare came to an end, Waxers turn to ask next. He spun the bottle to determine who he would ask next and his eyes lit up as it landed on (Y/N).

Waxer turned to face (Y/N), a shit eating grin on his face that only seemed to be even more enhanced due to the alcohol. (Y/N) smirked right back at him, her confidence showing as the rest of the boys waited with baited breathes for the question.

"(Y/N) truth or dare?" He asked and everyone's 'ooooed', even if they knew it was coming. It was no secret that the 212th viewed the Bad Batch’s civilian medic as one of their own, their vod’ika was one of them no matter what.

"I'll stick with truth cause I am not drunk enough to pick dare," she answer and raised her glass, everyone laughing along with her as she took a swig from her drink.

Doing his best to imitate Bale Bill Bar, a famous comedian among clones, Waxer asked, "Name something you'd like to have two of on your bed."

The guys smirked, Wrecker letting out a loud boisterous laugh as they all looked around the room before looking back at (Y/N). She smirked back, downing the rest of her drink before answering with a teasing wink at Crosshair from across the circle, her head nuzzling more into Tech’s arm.

"Twin’s Waxer," (Y/N) answered and everyone laughed including Hunter, Wrecker and Echo, knowing that she was teasing the twins of the squad. (Y/N) looked to Crosshair who was looking back at her with a down right sinful smirk, the toothpick in his mouth falling to the floor. She chanced a look up at Tech, his eyes glossed over as they met hers and a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"I do believe we can arrange that for you darling," Tech spoke up in a husky voice, his hand finding it way to her chin, Crosshair nodding along with him from his place across the circle. The way Tech spoke made (Y/N)’s insides simmer, heat beginning to pool in her belly.

"I believe we can," Cross added, crawling somewhat seductively over to her from across the circle, his smirk never leaving his face. When he made it over to (Y/N), which actually didn’t take long at all, he swatted Tech’s hand away, tilting her chin up to look at him instead, eyes glazed and voice quiet. The rest of the boys groaned, all now regretting letting Waxer ask that question. Said trooper didn’t look remorseful or regretful in the slightest, if anything he seemed very pleased with himself. The others looked to (Y/N), Tech and Crosshair, telling them to get a room or to keep it in their pants.

"All right boys, a room it is," (Y/N) said and winked at them both before standing up, making a show the sticking her ass out and slowly rolling her hands up her body as she went before walking towards the door. When she made it to the door of the barracks she stopped turning a little and looking over her shoulder back to the twins.

“You guys coming? Or am I going to have to play with myself?” She said with a smirk before walking out, swaying her hips teasingly and enticingly.

She could hear the wolf whistling from the 212th troopers as she walked, all of them enjoying teasing her. She could hear Tech and Crosshair scrambling to get up and follow her, both of them laughing as Wrecker whined about not being able to join and Hunter and Echo shaking their heads.

'Tonight is going to be fun,’ she thought as she walked out of the 212th barracks, moving swiftly towards the barracks that the Bad Batch had been allocated to. She heard them before she felt their hands, Crosshair and Tech coming up behind her, both breathing heavily.

Cross wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her into him as Tech held her other arm, his opposite hand finding its way into her hair. They stopped her in her tracks , both holding onto her like she would run away. (Y/N) smirked and leaned into their hold, feeling excited yet safe in their arms.

“That was a very dangerous display you put on back their mesh’la. Swaying those sinfully full hips infront of our brothers?” Crosshair said, his voice low and sultry, giving. Teasing smack to her behind as emphasis. Tech hummed in agreement, moving himself forward towards (Y/N)’s neck, eyeing it as a vampire would its prey.

“You should know better than to tease us needlessly cyar’ika,” Tech said, burying his face in (Y/N)’s neck, inhaling her scent and nipping at her pulse point. (Y/N) groaned as Tech marked her neck, his lips feeling so soft against her body.

“It was worth it,” (Y/N) said and she felt Crosshair growl against the other side of her neck, also making his mark there. He bit down roughly, sucking it as he went before licking the mark to soothe it.

“Was it now Ad’ika? Teasing us and putting on a show for others was worth it?” He said and grabbed a handful of her ass. (Y/N) yelped at the contact, not expecting the impact of Crosshair’s hand on her behind.

“It got you guys riled up didn’t it?” (Y/N) said cockily, her confidence after Crosshair’s spank to her ass coming back in full force. She loved to tease the twins, often brushing up against them both even when she didn’t have to or purposely swaying her hips when she was around them. She did that with all the Batch members but for now, she wanted the twins.

“Tsk tsk cyar’ika. You should know better than that,” Tech said again, his tone taking on a dark edge as he pulled on her hair. (Y/N) moaned wantonly at the feeling, the pain only adding to her pleasure. Hearing Tech speak so dark and dirty was making her feel so many things, between her thighs beginning to feel wet and sticky.

“You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you ad’ika? So ready and willing to have two of us with you in bed,” Crosshair said and licked a strip up her neck that was now fully exposed thanks to Tech. (Y/N) groaned, her arms still somewhat trapped between the two enhanced men making it very difficult for her to touch them.

“Please, Tech, Cross, please,” she begged, her confidence slipping away as she was teased by their words and mouths. Crosshair removed his hand from her arm, bringing it around her body to grope at her breasts.

“Oh now look who’s begging not to be teased. Doesn’t feel very nice does it kitten?” Crosshair said as Tech slid his other hand to her other breast, the hand in (Y/N)’s hair staying where it is it.

“I think we should take this somewhere more private, wouldn’t you agree cyare?” Tech asked, giving her nipple a tug through her loose shirt. She had forgone her armour in favour of comfy clothes for the night, not expecting to need it and she was happy she had made that choice.

All (Y/N) did was nod, which proved to be quite difficult with Tech’s hand still gripping her hair. Crosshair gave a growl into her neck in warning, nipping at her ear before whispering, “we need words love. Need to hear you say that you want this.”

“Isn’t it obvious that I do?” She said, a bit of bite in her tone. That earned her another spank to the behind, this time from Tech, his dexterous hands feeling heavy against her ass. Crosshair let out a low chuckle as he watched his twin dole out some discipline to their squad mate. It was a different side that not many got to see but when it came to (Y/N), Cross knew that his brother was a dominant devil.

“Vocal confirmation and consent is required for us to continue cyar’ika,” Tech said as he rubbed the spot on (Y/N)’s ass that he had spanked. He didn’t feel bad in the slightest, a smirk in his lips as he listened to the little gasp that left her’s.

“Y-yes, please let’s g-go back to the barracks,” (Y/N) finally conceded, her confident aura crumbling as she became putty at the hands of these two enhanced soldiers. They both chuckled at her new found desperation to get to their private quarters, both of them equally as eager to ravage her body.

“Then let’s get going Mesh’la,” Crosshair said, placing his hand on her lower back and guiding her hurriedly towards the barracks. Tech relinquished his grip on her hair in favour of holding her neck from behind, massaging the sides subconsciously. (Y/N) groaned and moved with desperation, almost pulling out of the men’s hold but they tightened their hands, unwilling to let her get to far even if they were heading to the same place.

When they reached the barracks Tech pulled away and quickly opened the door, Crosshair guiding (Y/N) in as Tech closed and securely locked the door behind them all.

When the lock engaged, Crosshair immediately pulled (Y/N) into his body and crashed his lips against hers, holding her body close and pulling the air from her lungs. She moaned into his mouth, hands finding purchase in his shoulders as she melted into his embrace. She felt Tech come up behind her and slot himself against her back, his hands running up and down her sides as he kissed her neck. His hands found the edge of her shirt, lifting it ever so slightly so that he could run his gloved hands over her skin.

(Y/N) groaned into her kiss with Crosshair, pulling away and turning her head to capture Tech’s lips. He gave in quickly, turning her around and deepening the kiss, Crosshair taking over running his hands up and down her body. He was happy that (Y/N) had chosen to forgo wearing her standard under armour and full medical kit, both garments hiding her body from them daily. But now, she wore one of Wreckers tops and a pair of her own sweat pants, both articles of clothing loose enough to give the men easy access to her body.

Crosshair took maters into his own hands, reaching around (Y/N) and grabbing Tech’s vibro blade from his belt, neither of them noticing. He smirked and leaned down to (Y/N’s ear, his breath fanning over it making her shiver.

“Don’t move a muscle Cyar’ika,” Crosshair whispered into her ear as he brought the vibro blade to the edge of the shirt she was wearing and with quick, almost practiced movements, cut it perfectly in half up the back.

(Y/N) gasped as she felt the material slacken even more around her frame, the cold air kitting her back and making her squirm. She pulled away from her kiss with Tech, looking over at Crosshair who had a malicious smirk on his face. Tech took the opportunity to maneuver, the shirt off her body, pulling it off her arms and throwing it to the other side of the barracks.

(Y/N) looked at Tech with the same bewildered expression but only received an innocent smile in return. She knew there was nothing innocent about it as she stood topless between the men.

“I liked that shirt”, she whined, pouting like a child as Crosshair once again took hold of her hips and pulled her body into his.

“You don’t need it tonight Cyar’ika,” he said, words conveying an aura of lust, “the only thing you’ll have on your body tonight is us and our cum.” He emphasized his point with a short thrust of his hips against her but cheeks, (Y/N) moaning at the promise in his words. Tech moved to be infront of her again, kissing her cheek and making his way down her body as Crosshair held her still.

“Crosshair is right an’edee. You will not be needing any clothing tonight,” he said, pulling her sweat pants down her legs along with her panties. Crosshair made his next move and removed (Y/N)’s breast band, tossing the offending piece of cloth somewhere into the barraks just like they had done with the rest of her clothing. His hands immediately gripped her breasts, fondling them in his hands and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

(Y/N) moaned at the feeling, her hips bucking slightly before Tech held her in place. She looked down at him, keening wantonly seeing him on his knees in front of her. It was so sexy to see, his eyes looking back up to meet her at he licked a long strip up her pubic mound. It was cleanly waxed and moisturized, something she did at the start of every week. It was more comfortable especially on long missions, no hair to rub against her body or irritate her skin.

“So smooth down here cyar’ika. Did you do this just for us?” Tech asked, pinching her fupa between his thumb and pointer finger. She groaned, knees weak and legs trembling.

“You’re shaking already and we haven’t even gotten to the good part mesh’la,” Crosshair said breathlessly in her ear, one of his hands traveling up to her neck while the other stayed dutifully on her breast, “are you that turned on by us that you can’t help it?” His words were cocky but she had no defence against them, only being able to nod and bite her lip.

Tech pinched (Y/N)’s fupa once more and licked up and down her mound, this time getting closer to her slit. She threw her head back, moaning loudly at the sensations. She blinked, trying to regain her composure but it was being made very difficult by the men sandwiching her between them.

“Words love. We need you to use that pretty mouth and give us words,” Tech said, both his and Crosshairs teasing stopping and waiting for her answer. She cried out, squirming in frustration as she was denied what she craved. She yelped again as Crosshair once again, laid a harsh smack to her ass, heat radiating from where he hit now that it was against her bare skin.

“Y-yes! Yes you turn me on. So much, so so much. Please! Please please I need you both, want to both so fucking bad,” she begged, her words coming out jumbled and slurred as she looked down at Tech. He only smirked and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder with ease, his other hand staying on her hip to keep her steady. Crosshair helped his brother out, using his hand on her breast and moving it to hold her thigh up, making sure she wouldn’t get too tired.

“That is what I wanted to hear,” Tech growled before diving into her pussy, licking and sucking up her juices like a man stranded in the deserts of Tatooine.

(Y/N)’s breath left her body, finally having Tech’s mouth where she needed him, feeling Crosshair squeeze her neck and mark the other side with bites. She was in heaven, having both these hot, sexy men ravaging her body just as she had asked for. And somehow, both of them looked even more handsome in their armour which they were still in. All the batch except for (Y/N) had chosen to stay kitted up, feeling more normal in their armour than in civies.

But now she wanted them to take it off, wanting to feel their skin against hers, run her hands along their bodies like they had done to her. She reached down with one hand and cupped the back of Tech’s head, giving his hair a little tug. All he did was groan into her pussy and speed up his ministrations, sucking her clit into his mouth. She moaned loudly, moving her other behind her to reach Crosshair.

“T-take it off,” (Y/N) mewled, her words almost indecipherable but Crosshair heard her as clear as a sniper shot.

“Take what off ad’ika?” He asked, biting her ear. He knew what she was referring to but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Your a-armour- F-fuck- I want it off. Want to f-feel you,” she stuttered as Tech continued what he was doing, savouring her taste like it was his last meal. His eyes however, remained locked on her face, watching her reactions. He had heard what she wanted, but he wanted her to cum on his tongue first.

“We can do that for you darling. But I’m sure Tech would love to do something else first,” Crosshair said and continued to hold (Y/N)’s thigh up for Tech. The goggled trooper nodded before his intense make-out session with her lower lips ramped up. She felt two of his now bare fingers -when did he ditch the gloves?- rub circles around her hole, teasing her before he dipped them in slowly.

“Oh fuckkkk,” she moaned as Tech’s fingers entered her slowly, rubbing up against her walls.

“Does it feel cyare? Having my vod’ika’s fingers inside you?” Crosshair whispered huskily in her ear, his hand around her neck tightening ever so slightly more. He ground himself against her ass, feeling himself grow uncomfortably hard under his cod piece. Tech pulled his mouth away from (Y/N)’s cunt, his fingers remaining steady in there quest to make her cum.

“Technically Crosshair, I am older than you by a few minutes,” Tech said, his eyes challenging as they looked at his younger brother. Crosshair scoffed, his hand squeezing (Y/N)’s thigh possessively as he glared down at his brother.

“And I’m taller than you therefore I’m older,” Crosshair said defiantly.

“That is not how it works at all and you know this Crosshair. I have explained it to you all many times.”

“Yes well-“

“Okay enough!” (Y/N) said, very annoyed that they had chosen now of all times to have this debate. Both men looked at her slightly bewildered at her tone, Tech’s fingers stoping their movements inside her. She groaned, bucking her hips and glaring down at the genius clone.

“Y-you both chose the worst time t-to have this debate. Tech,” she said, addressing the man on the ground directly, “you have your fingers I-inside me right now and have said that y-you want to make me cum before you take your armour off right?”

“That’s is correct,” Tech said and curled his fingers in a come hither motion. (Y/N)’s head fell backwards against Crosshairs shoulder again.

“Yes,” Crosshair drawled on, even if the question wasn’t directed at him. He knew that they were frustrating her with their bickering, but it was fun to watch her squirm.

“Th-then get to it before I force my way out of here and b-back to the 212th barracks to find someone who will make me cu- ahhh,” Crosshair didn’t let her finish his sentence, removing his hand from her thigh and moving it to her clit, rubbing it furiously. She screamed, feeling her insides tighten around Tech fingers as he began to thrust them in and out of her in time with Crosshairs against her clit.

“You will be doing no such thing you bratty girl,” Crosshair growled in her ear, biting the lobe as he continued to circle her clit with ernest.

“Th-th-then make me c-cum,” she whispered, her voice airy as they worked her body over. She was panting, her breath coming out short as they pleasured her and brought her toward her end.

“We will satiate you darling. Do not worry about that,” Tech added, speeding up his fingers inside of (Y/N) weeping pussy. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her throat bobbed, trying to take it air as she moaned loudly.

“Fuck! T-tech, Cross please,” (Y/N) begged, her legs begin to shake violently as they brought her to the edge.

“Cum for us mesh’la, cum on our fingers,” Crosshair said. His words sent her over the edge along with their ministrations, moaning as she came hard on their hands. The men guided her through her ecstasy, feeling her body convulse as she came down from her orgasmic high.

(Y/N) blinked rapidly, trying her best to come back to reality, both her legs now back in the ground. She no longer felt Crosshairs hand around her neck, instead she felt both his and Tech’s hand against her sides, both of them kissing along her neck and cheeks, drawing her back down to land.

“You did so well for us ad’ika.”

“Such a good girl for us. So tight as well.”

The praise made her whine, her legs shaking as she relished in the attention they bestowed upon her and her body. But now she wanted to feel them, skin to skin and heated bodies against hers.

“Armour off, now.” This time it was (Y/N) who growled at them, hands coming up to pry Tech’s chest plate off. Both men chuckled and stood away from her, beginning to discard their armour with practiced movements. She watched them intently, memorizing every move they made, every clasp, magnet and button that kept their bodies from her.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen them all in various states of undress before, she was their medic after all. But this was different, intimate, hot and heavy, she was seeing them naked for pleasure rather than their physical health. Even with their blacks in, the boys all looked amazing, their physique well maintained for the good of the army.

Her mouth watered as their armour came off, Crosshair moving on to his blacks while Tech still had a few pieces to remove. She reached forward to help Tech, her hand moving to his cod piece and removing it for him. Their eyes met and he leaned in, kissing her lips delicately, as if she would break with any further pressure. But he knew she wouldn’t, she was too stubborn to and she had proven that time and time again on the battle field.

Once Tech’s armour had been fully removed, (Y/N) pulled away from the Kiss, turning to look at Crosshair who had just finished removing his top blacks and had moved onto his boxers, pants discarded first. She watched as he smirked at her and slowly, teasingly, pulled his boxers down his thin yet muscular legs. She couldn’t help but eye his erection as it sprung fee, the hard appendage hanging out and proud waiting for her.

(Y/N) took the moment to approach Crosshair, pulling him in to a kiss by his neck, lips meeting sloppily as her other hand took hold of his cock. He grunted at the sudden contact, not expecting her to be so bold. She pumped his cock firmly, running her palm over the tip and feeling beads of precum dripping down.

“Feel so heavy in my hand Crossy,” she whispered against his lips, running her tongue along her own lips, “can’t wait for you to fuck me. You feel so big.”

Crosshair groaned, the feeling of her hand around his cock something her had only ever had the pleasure to dream about. He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with more force, making her take a few steps back. She backed him right up into Tech’s arms, the giggled man having removed all his clothing as well.

(Y/N) swapped hands, removing her hand from behind Crosshairs neck and instead, moving it down to his dick. With her other hand she grabbed Tech, jerking him off the same way she was doing to Cross. He moaned, his head falling back as he relished in her grip on his manhood. (Y/N) leaned over and kissed Tech, her lips almost eclipsing his as she did so. He returned her enthusiasm, on hand finding its way into her hair just as he had down before they got to the barracks.

(Y/N) pulled away from the kiss and keened, feeling so well taken care of by these men. She got down on her knees, still between them both and took Tech into her mouth, moaning at the little bit of precum she managed to get off his cock.

“Fuck mesh’la, you do that so well,” Tech said, watching as she sucked him off. (Y/N) continued to jerk Crosshair off while she gave some attention to his brother, being mindful that they both deserved her. She popped off of Tech’s cock and moved her mouth to Crosshair’s, taking the tip in her mouth and sucking on dutifully. The snarky sniper moaned, one of his hands finding the top of her head and petting her hair like massiff.

“So good at sucking our cocks an’edee, feels so good,” he praised her. That praise went straight to her cunt, (Y/N)’s legs clenching together as she took in what they were saying, how they were praising her.

She sucked at them hungrily, pulling them both closer to her so she could take their cocks in her mouth together. Both men groaned at her display, not expecting such a performance but pleased with the outcome. She sucked on both their tips, hands reaching down to fondle their balls gentle, being mindful of how sensitive they could be.

“Fuck cyar’ika!”

“Such a dirty girl you are mesh’la.”

She pulled off them once more, jerking there cocks a little longer before standing up, kissing Tech sloppily before doing the same to Crosshair. When she pulled away from the sniper she was panting, so much running through her head but the main thing was how she wanted them to fuck her, finally.

“Need you both, please. Need you inside me,” she moaned, both men putting their hands on her and feeling her body up once more. They looked to each other and nodded, as if having a silent conversation which happened more time than she could count. It was something the Batch did well, speaking without words and understanding with having to hear any.

Tech took (Y/N)’s wrist and slowly moved her hand off his cock, bringing it up to his lips and laying a kiss to the back of it. It was such a loving gesture for such a debaucherous time, (Y/N)’s lustful grin turning to a soft smile.

“How do you want us love?” Tech asked, eyes blazing with desire and need. But there was also a hint of concern in his gaze. He didn’t want her to get hurt in any way from this, he wanted it to be fun.

“I want you both, together at the same time. Please?” She said looking between Tech and Crosshair. The latter smirked, mimicking Tech’s actions of moving her hand to his lips, placing a kiss to the back of it that was far too delicate for the silver tongued sniper.

“Of course an’edee, we’re going to fill you up so good,” Crosshair said, his words a promise which made her moan and nod frantically.

“Please.”

Tech guided them all to (Y/N)’s bunk, laying down with his head against the pillows and stroking himself with a slight smirk. (Y/N) watched with big doe eyes as he did so, mouth watering at the prospect of finally having them.

“I’m going to have your beautiful pussy while Crosshair has your ass. Is that okay with you mesh’la?” Tech ask and (Y/N) nodded again, moving onto her bunk and straddling Tech’s hips. She was thankful that their temporary barracks were bigger than those on the marauder and had much better cushioning. Crosshair got on the bed behind her, his hands on her hips as he kissed up her back.

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of yours cyare, ruin it for anyone else who dare to even think about you other than us.” Crosshairs words sent a shiver down (Y/N)’s spine, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagined having them both.

Tech guided (Y/N) to look at him, bringing her head down so that he could kiss her. He did so softly at first before it began to get heated again, his hands in her hair as he moved to hover over his cock. There were no words exchanged as he slowly began to guide (Y/N) onto his cock, both moaning at the relief it provided.

“Fuck Tech, you’re so big,” she whined, pulling away from the kiss and bracing herself against his shoulders. The goggles clone smirked, bucking his hips a little in a teasing manner.

“I’m glad you think so darling,” he replied, voice strained as he refrained from fucking up into hurriedly.

Crosshair has left the bed but returned quickly with a bottle bacta-based lube, squirting a generous amount on his dick. He pushed (Y/N) forward, forcing her down so that her tight hole was visible to him.

“Fuck an’edee, such a pretty little hole you have here. Can’t wait to fuck it up,” he said. Crosshair’s words were filthy, his eyes dark and lustful as he poured line onto her ass. She gasped slightly at the cold sensation but was quickly distracted by Tech pulling her into a kiss. (Y/N) moaned into the kiss, feeling his hips finally meet hers as he sheathed himself fully inside her.

It was a few moments later at (Y/N) felt the tip of Crosshair’s cock again her hole, body tensing slightly at the feeling. She had done it to herself before, using toys that she suck onto the marauder, but this was the real deal. Crosshair and Tech both caressed her sides, coaxing her to relax and the sniper slowly pushed in. (Y/N) let out a drawn out groan, trying her best to relax as instead, focusing on the trooper below her.

“You are doing so well cyar’ika, such a good girl for us,” Tech praised, watching her eyes roll backward as Crosshair continue to push in.

“So tight ad’ika,” Crosshair said, his voice strained. He was almost fully inside of her, Tech lifting her off his cock until only his tip remained inside. She whimpered at the loss though it didn’t last long as Crosshair finally filled her from behind.

She moaned, the dual sensations and the fullness she was experiencing was a whole new level of pleasure that she hadn’t ft before. Slowly Crossshair pulled out and Tech pushed back in, filling her cunt up with his cock once more. (Y/N) couldn’t help the sounds coming out of her mouth, her eyes glazed over and not a thought in her head besides the two men fucking her.

“Fuck yesss, fuck me so good,” she said as Tech and Crosshair set a good pace, one pushing in as the other pulled out, always making sure (Y/N) had a cock inside her. They kissed and nipped at her body as they fucked her, their pace slowly speeding up as they got more comfortable. It was a dream com true for them both, getting to fuck their girl like this even if they were sharing her.

"Does that feel good ad’ika? Do you feel filled up by our cocks?" Tech growled in (Y/N)’s ear, hands on her hips as he thrusted into her pussy. Her head was resting on his shoulder, hands in either side of his head as she tried to move her hips against them both.

"It feels so f-fucking good,” she cried out, not even trying to hold in the sounds that Crosshair and Tech were forcing out of her, “more please, need more- nghhhh.” They both smirked at her cries, both pleased with how pliant and submissive she had become. Their confident, independent little medic was now a whimpering mess between their bodies, all sense of reality being slowly transformed.

"You're doing so well for us. You’re our little barracks bunny, aren’t you an’edee?” Crosshair spoke seductively in (Y/N)’s other ear, kissing down her back as he thrusted into her from behind, one hand in her hair and the other on her ass, giving each cheek a good spank every now and then.

"You were made for us,” Tech said, his thrusts somehow becoming more forceful. His cock was reaching places inside of her cunt that she had only ever read about on the holonet, her pleasure skyrocketing into the unknown places. She could only moan at Tech words, nodding against his shoulder and feeling the tug of Crosshair’s hand in her hair.

"You're such a good girl,” Crosshair said slyly, his voice dripping with sin and desire as he too picked up the pace. (Y/N) moaned and gripped the sheets underneath Tech a little tighter, her lips finidng their way to his neck and biting down, marking him with her own love bites.

Tech grunted, his hands tightening their grip on (Y/N)’s hips as his stuttered, holding her down against him as Crosshair continued to fuck her ass. She screamed, the feeling of both of them inside her at once was pure ecstasy. Up until now they had thrusted in and out at opposite times, one in and one out but now they had taken it to a whole other galaxy.

It also didn’t help that they were above average in their sizes, their enhancement making them larger than most. Crosshair’s body was lean, not much meat on his body but he was quite muscular. A six pack of abs with a smooth chest and a thin silver happy train leading down to his impressive endowment. He was thick, veiny and cut to perfection, his cock heavy though not as long as expected but still longer than average. Looking down a little more, his balls hung low and were ready to burst with his load.

Tech on the other hand was a little more built, his muscles a little more defined in the arms though still lean in the body. He too had a six pack of abs with a prickly chest and a longer, brown happy trail leading to his cock. Tech wasn’t as thick as Crosshair but what he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. His cock was long and weeping, veiny like Crosshair and cut as well but it hung a little lower between his legs. His balls hung just as low as Crosshair, full of his seed and ready to fill their girl up with all of it.

"I'm your good girl," she moaned, bucking her hips and trying to encourage Tech to start thrusting again. He did so without hesitation, thrusting his hip in time with Crosshair and filling her up with both their dicks together. It was a tight fit, pure unbridled pleasure for all three, relishing in the warmth of their conjoined bodies.

"So dirty. You enjoy having two of us don't you?" Crosshair said, his grip on her hair still tight and painful but pleasurable all the same. (Y/N) could barely nod in acknowledgment to his words, to wrapped up in the sensation of her nether regions being torn apart.

"I do. I enjoy it so much, mmm-" she moaned, her moan turning into a scream as they sped up their pace even more, skin slapping against skin and balls slapping against each others. At this point they didn’t even care, they just wanted to fill her up, cum inside her tight walls and let it be known to anyone that she belonged to them and them alone, The Bad Batch, that is.

"Can you feel us both? Deep down I know you can. Are we making you feel good?" Tech said, words to tight as her brought one of his hands down to her clit, rubbing hard circles against the sensitive bud. (Y/N) moaned, coming without warning and drenching them with her cum. She was panting as they fucked her through it, not stop even as she became over sensitive.

"So good, It feels so good. I can feel you both so far inside, Keep hitting that spot- ohhh," she moaned, voice hoarse and almost inaudible from how much she had exerted herself.

"She's shaking, can you feel it Vod?" Crosshair said, watching (Y/N)’s legs tremble, running his thumb up and down her spine as he thrusted into her even faster than she thought he could.

"Indeed I can, it feels so good,” Tech answered, tight lipped as he focused on his thrusts, wanting to draw another orgasm from the woman before he came. He wanted to make her cum in his cock again, wanting to feel her clench around him.

"Look at her face, she's so gorgeous,” Tech said to Crosshair, the sniper leaning over as best her could and taking a hold of (Y/N)’s chin to look at her face. Her eyes were cloudy and wide, tongue out and breathing uneven. She was so cock drunk that it made him grin wickedly, their mission accomplished even before they had filled her up.

"P-please, it feels so good,” (Y/N) said, hips bouncing against Tech and Crosshair, trying to entice them to cum with her. She had almost no words to describe how good they made her feel, how full she was and how she wanted them to cum inside her.

"Are you almost there ad’ika? Are you going to cum for us again?" Crosshair said, emphasizing his words with another powerful thrust. Her reached around her body with his unoccupied hand, grabbing at her chest and pulling at her nipples which made her scream.

"Yes yes yes yes please! Please don't stop please!"

And they didn't. Not until they had emptied themselves inside her and she had squirted all over them, both men praising her for the display.

Deep heavy breathing and sweat covered bodies are all that were left, cuddled up on (Y/N)’s bunk. She was content and fully satisfied, scratching Tech’s head and Crosshairs back, both men sighing in contentment. They laid there in bliss, the afterglow of their orgasms making them all feel relaxed.

That’s when the door to the Barack’s opened, three pairs of foot steps making their way in before the door closed again.

“Well well well. I hope you saved enough energy for us Mesh’la.”

Oh shitttt

I hope you all enjoyed this!

Next story is scheduled for January 20th so keep an eyes for that. It will be Wrecker x Reader😈 so if you would like a tag for when it’s up, comment down below!

[notitlesapply]

So I thought of a funny Waxer & Boil (with bonus Cody) scenario that I wanted to share, that is slightly based off real events.

So my kid (who is a toddler) likes looking over my shoulder when I scroll through Tumblr and the kid has started to recognize the clones whenever they appear. The baby is very excited when seeing a clone, pointing at the screen and shouting happily. The thing is, the baby calls all of them Cody. All of them. (To be fair, Cody shows up the most on my dash.)

So it made me think about what if Cody were to rescue a civilian toddler, and he was the first clone the kid ever interacted with. However, Cody's pretty busy, so he passes off the baby to Waxer and Boil. Waxer is ecstatic. Boil grumbles that just because they rescued Numa that one time that doesn't make them qualified to be babysitters. (Crys offers to take Boil's place, but Boil practically bites his hand off. Like hell Boil's gonna let someone else take his responsibility.)

Anyway, Waxer is trying to teach the little "tubie" some new words, but the kid just keeps saying "Cody" and bopping Waxer on the nose. At first, Waxer is worried that the kid has gotten attached to Cody but when he tries to pass the baby to Obi-Wan to give to Cody, the baby reaches back to Waxer demandingly shouting "Cody Cody Cody!"

Obi-Wan: I think this little one wants to stay with you, Waxer.

Waxer: *confused* But I'm not Cody.

Boil: *snorting* I don't think the tubie knows any better. Lemme show you. Kid, who am I?

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Boil: *points to Waxer* And who's this?

Toddler: 'Nother Cody! 🥰

Boil: *points to Obi-Wan* And this guy?

Toddler: *confused* Not Cody?

Waxer is a little devastated. He doesn't want this tubie to be like those asshole nat-borns who can't tell clones apart! Boil on the other hand is like, "it's a kid and doesn't know any better. It's fine."

But Waxer is determined. He's going to get this baby to tell them apart. It's his mission.

Waxer: I'm Waxer! And this is Boil! Can you say that? Wax-er. Bo-il.

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Waxer: 😭

As the day goes on Waxer is falling deeper and deeper into despair. Boil is starting to find the whole thing hilarious. The baby sees any clone and is super happy, but still calls them all Cody. Boil starts showing the baby different pictures of different clones trying to see if the kid says anything different. (He also films it.)

Boil: *holds up a picture of Commander Fox* Who's this?

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Boil: *holds up picture of Commander Wolffe* And this?

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Boil: *ruffles kid's hair* Good job, kiddo!

Waxer: Don't encourage them! 😭

Boil's pretty sure this video is going to get him a ton of stuff in the GAR trading circles. He just needs to find the right person to give it to...

Anyway they eventually take the kid to the mess hall for mid-meal. Of course the place is packed with clones.

Toddler: *awed* Look at all these Codys! 🥰🥰🥰

Waxer: *crying a little* The baby is going to grow up to be an anti-clone asshole!

Toddler: *looking up at Waxer* Don't be sad, Cody.🥺🥺🥺

Boil: *camera rolling* 🤣🤣🤣 Yeah, don't be sad Cody!

Eventually, Boil and the rest of the 212th convince Waxer it isn't that bad.

Trapper: It's not like the kid is calling us anything terrible like flesh-droids or meat-puppets.

Longshot: And at least we're being named after someone cool. Imagine if we were all called Threepwood.

Threepwood: Hey!

Wooley: I think it's kinda cute the kid calls us all Cody. They obviously like the Commander and now likes all of us!

Crys: 🤔 Do you think we can convince other nat-borns that we're Cody? Think about what we could get away with!

Waxer stares at the baby. The baby stares back, and then gives him a giant smile. Waxer melts.

Eventually they have to give the kid up. The 212th (especially Waxer) are sad to see the baby go. Luckily, they were able to find the kid's family. And while the 212th aren't headed in that direction, the 501st are, so the 501st offers to ferry the kid back home. Obi-Wan, Cody, Waxer, and Boil are all there to transfer the kid to Anakin and Rex.

Of course, as soon as their eyes land on Rex, the baby cries out happily "Cody! 🥰"

Cody: *gently* No, no, that's Rex. See? He's blue.

Toddler: *nodding sagely* Rex...he blue.

Waxer: 😱 Wait, that's all it takes?! 🤯

Boil: 🤣

(The whole 501st is now "Rex." Some of them *coughFivescough* abuse this.)

[nopynopa]

Jesse: I can prove, I have a girlfriend .

Umlilo: *making man noise* I’m his girlfriend. I’m gay and he’s gay too .

Jesse: Hey! I call you to help me .

Umlilo: I help you in my way .

[hetalianskywalker]

Mermay 2024 Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my Star Wars Clones (and their Prime) x Reader Mermaid AU!

So over the past few years, the clone troopers, in all shapes and forms, have meant a lot to me. I started writing on tumblr about half a year ago now and I just got into a graduate program. So I’m probably gonna drop off the face of the earth in a few months.

I wanted to take part in one of these month long fandom events before I left so Mermay seemed like a good fit to me. I went around tumblr and found prompts that inspired me and I thought went with each character.

Thank you for reading!

Day 1: The Courtyard - Mer Rex x Harpy Reader

Day 2: The Bakery - Mer Jesse x Reader

Day 3: Black Pearls - Siren Kix x Reader

Day 4: The Lobster- Mer Hardcase x Reader

Day 5: Two Siren Songs - Siren Fives x Siren Reader

Day 6: Sown Together - Selkie Echo x Mer Reader

Day 7: Scavenged - Mer Denal x Reader

Day 8: Choosing to Help- Mer Vaughn x Jedi Reader

Day 9: A Heart Fish- Mer Cody x Reader

Day 10: My Dream- Mer Gregor x Pirate Reader

Day 11: To Swim With A Siren- Siren Waxer x Pirate Reader

Day 12: Hold On- Mer Boil x Reader

Day 13: Hasn’t Changed - Mer Wolffe x Reader

Day 14: Trapped in the Lake - Mer Boost x Reader

Day 15: Stuck - Mer Sinker x Reader

Day 16: The Forgetful Selkie- Selkie Fox x Fae Queen Reader

Day 17: Here - Siren Thorn x Pirate Reader

Day 18: Just the Beginning - Selkie Thire x Reader

Day 19: Excitement - Mer Stone x Thief Reader

Day 20: Stargazing - Mer Hound x Nightsister Reader

Day 21: Get On With It - Siren Hunter x Doctor Reader

Day 22: Fishing for a Merman - Mer Howzer x Twi’lek Reader

Day 23: Understatement - Mer Mayday x Ice Dragon Reader

Day 24: Stories- Mer Slip x Mer Reader

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[cloneshipping7567]

Romantic Confessions Part 7

Part 7/30

7. "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you."

Pairing: Boil x Waxer (As requested by tealeyedbeing on Ao3)

Rating/WC: G/2050

Warnings: the second invasion of Geonosis, canon typical injuries/violence.

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Boil holds his gun just a bit closer to his chest, keeping his stride alongside Waxer even and perfect.

It’s making his heart race, how close the shots from the Geonosians are getting to them. Waxer somehow sidesteps right out of the path of one of them, the debris from the impact flying around them and getting dust and dirt all over their armor.

“Only one more klick to go!” Waxer yells over the noise, jumping away from another explosion on his heels.

“Why do we always get the fun missions?!” Boil gripes, rolling away from a blast and jumping back onto his feet, resuming his run.

“Oh, this isn’t the fun part!” Waxer yells back, a slightly hysterical laugh ringing through their comm. “The fun part is getting them back to camp!”

Boil groans, for effect, but keeps his stride. They can barely keep out of harm's way while running full speed and able to jump at any moment. How the kriff are they going to drag any survivors along with them?

“Why was our intel on the enemy’s weapons and status so bad?” Boil complains, more just to take his mind off of the fact that he might watch Waxer blow up at any second.

Waxer chuckles, sidestepping another shot and keeping pace. “Seems to be happening a lot, lately.”

Boil grunts, and springs away from another green blast. “There!” He yells, pointing his gun at the ship. Only a couple more seconds.

Waxer speeds up his stride, and Boil knows he just wants to be there already. They duck behind the ship, and they give themselves a couple minutes to catch their breaths and enjoy the fleeting safety. “Alright,” Waxer starts, looking over his shoulder at the ship's doors. “Time for the fun part.”

Boil rests his gun against the ship, and wedges his fingers in between the slits in the door. Waxer does the same. “Ready?”

Waxer nods once. “One, two, three!” On three, they both pull apart as hard as they can, and they manage to get the doors open enough to fit two people at a time.

“Waxer, Boil. Boy am I glad to see you two.” Their general’s voice rings, and he sounds a bit weak. “Me and Trapper are the only survivors.”

Boil pointedly does not think about how many of their dead brothers are scattered around this ship, instead focusing on his general and Trapper. “Can you stand, sir? Trapper?”

“I can stand,” Trapper announces, doing so immediately. He sways a bit, and he’s favoring his left foot, but he’s standing.

Kenobi doesn’t say anything, so Boil leans down and reaches an arm around Kenobi’s waist under the man’s own arm. “Alright sir, let’s get you up.”

“Waxer reporting in, commander. We have the survivors. We’ll need cover to get them back alive.” Waxer is helping Trapper out of the gunship, but Trapper doesn’t seem to need very much help.

“Affirmative. How many survivors?”

“Just two, sir,” Waxer answers.

Boil hauls Kenobi to his feet, not missing the hissed intake of breath in pain. “Sir?” He asks softly, steadying his general.

“Fine,” Kenobi spits out, very unconvincingly.

“And the general?” Boil hears, and his commander sounds just a bit quieter.

Waxer looks over at Kenobi, giving him a once over. “Badly injured, but he’ll make it.”

“I’m fine,” their general protests, but it would be more believable if he was able to support his own weight. Boil tightens his grip to be more secure, and starts helping Kenobi towards the door.

“Acknowledged,” Cody answers, and if boil didn’t know any better, he would think their commander sounds relieved. “We’ll give you cover fire, get back here as soon as you can. Cody out.”

“Let’s go,” Waxer says, grabbing his gun and Boil’s both.

Trapper is limping just a bit, but he fits his arm under Kenobi’s as soon as he and Boil are out of the gunship. “How far is camp?” Trapper asks.

“Five klicks West,” Waxer answers, leading the other three and readying his gun.

Boil notices that a significantly less amount of explosions and fire rain down on them on their way back, and internally thanks Cody for the cover fire.

Kenobi makes a pained noise, and Boil turns his head to look at him. “Sir? Are we going too fast?”

Kenobi grits his teeth. “We don’t have time to take it easy,” he manages to grit out.

Waxer fires off a couple shots. “He’s right, we need to get to safety. The sooner the general is back at camp the sooner the medics can look him over.”

“Bugs!” Trapper suddenly yells, pointing with his free hand.

Waxer starts to shoot at them with one hand, and throws Boil’s gun behind him with the other.

Boil catches it, helping Trapper carefully lower their general before he starts to shoot as well.

“Commander!” He hears Trapper yelling. “We’re only a klick out, heavy fire!”

Boil hears Cody yell something, but he’s more focused on the shots raining down on them. “Left, Waxer,” Boil grunts out, shooting one bug down and letting Waxer get the other.

It’s Boil’s warning to look left that almost gets Waxer killed.

The shot comes out of no where; he doesn’t see where the shooter is. All he knows is a small yellow ball of whatever ammo the bugs use is heading straight for the back of Waxer’s head.

“Waxer!” Boil yells, but it’s already too late. He knows it’s too late before he screams. He’s already charging forward, already raising his arms to shove Waxer out of the way.

And then the entire world goes dark and quiet.

~

“…be just fine, Waxer, relax.”

Whose voice was that? And where is all the blaster fire, the explosions? How long has Boil been out?

Instead of asking any of these questions, he only manages to get out a groan.

A body falls heavily beside him, and a tight grip attempts to strangle his arm. “Boil?” He hears.

“See?” The other clone says, sounding impatient. “He’s fine. He’s not even going to need a bacta tank, unlike the generals.”

“What…gen…Kenobi?” Boil finally gets out, coughing once and groaning in pain. He blinks his eyes open, and feels more than relieved to find Waxer hovering over him.

“General Kenobi is perfectly fine, or will be,” the other clone says, and Boil turns his attention to him. Ah, Stitches. “You got banged up pretty good, trooper. Your ribs and shoulder are going to be bruised for a while, but you didn’t break anything. The armor took the brunt of it.”

Boil nods, and tries to sit up. “What-“

Waxer makes an affronted noise, pushing down on Boil’s good shoulder. “Don’t sit up!”

Boil huffs, looking to Waxer. “He said I’m fine, Waxer. It’s just a few bruises.”

“And you’re going to have a wicked scar,” Stitches adds, and when Boil looks he’s grinning. “A bit of your armor embedded itself into your side, and we had to pull it out and stitch you up. Not the best conditions out here, but we couldn’t leave it in.”

Ah, so that’s why it hurts so bad. “You could have led with that, that’s much more badass.”

Stitches grins wider, shooting Boil a wink. “It’s in a good spot, actually, just try not to reach above you. But you should be able to move pretty easily without risk of ripping your stitches. Keep changing the bacta patches over it once a day and I would even clear you for active duty.”

“But you aren’t,” Waxer interjects, glaring at his medic. “Yet. You’re ordering him on the ship heading for the med station with the generals.”

Stitches rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, yeah. Have to let the Kaminoans shoot you up with antibiotics and whatnot.” He looks over his shoulder and sighs. “Come on Waxer, let’s carry him to the ship.”

“Hey,” Boil argues. “You said I can function as long as I don’t reach above me. I can walk! Save room on the ship for clones who actually need stretchers.”

“Absolutely not,” Waxer says. “You’re staying on this stretcher until we’re at the station. There is no point in straining yourself.”

Boil huffs and rolls his eyes, using his good arm to pat Waxer’s shoulder. “I’m fine, Wax. You heard the doc, I’m good to go. Help me up.”

Stitches smirks at Waxer and starts to help Boil up, supporting the bad side. “Come on trooper, if I help him up alone on this side he’ll be in unnecessary pain.”

Waxer looks ready to murder, but he finally huffs and starts to pull Boil up. “You’re impossible,” he hisses to Boil.

Stitches snickers and the three of them make their way onto the gunship loaded up with injured troopers. He helps them get into the very back, before making his way back to camp. “Get back soon, or we aren’t going to save any Seppies for you!” He yells over his shoulder.

Waxer rolls his eyes and turns his body to Boil, blocking the rest of the gunship from view. "I can't believe you're standing right now. You walked directly in the path of a blast."

Boil grins, quirking a brow in a cocky challenge. "I'm perfectly fine. A little bruised around the ribs, a cool battle scar, but that's all.

Waxer rolls his eyes again, and the doors to the ship close. They start ascending, and Boil braces himself against the walls. "Why did you do it?" Waxer asks after a few moments in silence. He's looking down, eyes fixed on where Boil's chest is bandaged. Waxer probably saw the wound earlier, saw Boil being stitched up.

"To keep you alive," Boil answers easily, grin sharpening into a smirk. "I always try to keep you alive."

Waxer makes a displeased noise, looking over his shoulder at the other troopers before retraining his gaze on Boil's face. "I can't believe you took a bullet for me. An actual bullet. And for what? For me?" Waxer shakes his head, like the mere thought of Boil risking his own safety for Waxer is ludicrous.

Boil frowns, reaching out and cupping the back of Waxer's neck. It forces the other clone just a step closer, and Waxer's eyes widen just a bit. "Of course I would take a bullet for you. There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you."

Waxer's breath hitches, and his eyes go just a fraction wider. "What?" Waxer whispers.

Boil rolls his eyes and a soft smile graces his lips. He steps away from the wall, so he's in Waxer's space even more. He leans in so his lips are right next to Waxer's ear, their cheeks brushing together just slightly. "You could ask me to desert, and I would," he whispers, barely loud enough to hear. He wouldn't want his other brothers or a Jedi to hear the treasonous words, after all.

Boil feels more than hears Waxer's gasp, and the way the other clone's breathing accelerates after. "Boil-you-you can't mean...Boil-"

Boil chuckles breathlessly, and enjoys the way it makes Waxer shiver. "You have no idea how gone I am on you, do you?" he murmurs, louder than his earlier admission. He leans away again, giving Waxer space to breathe.

Waxer's cheeks are flushed just slightly, his eyes are wide and dilated in the low light level of the ship. He opens his mouth to say something, but chokes on it. He swallows thickly, looking between Boil's eyes instead of trying to speak again.

Boil hums, letting his hand slide down Waxer's arm until he can intertwine their fingers together. "Wax?"

Waxer lets out another shaky breath, squeezing Boil's hand. He leans forward and connects their foreheads, eyes fluttering closed. "You're gone on me?" he repeats, a smile growing.

Boil hums, pressing their foreheads together with more pressure. "I love you, you idiot," he says softly.

Waxer laughs softly, his free hand coming up to run his fingers through Boil's hair. "I love you too."

The gunship stutters, and the doors slide open with a soft noise. They're on one of the main cruisers now; one step closer to the medical station. "Let's go," Boil says, squeezing Waxer's hand once before releasing it again.

[deserthusbands]

boil, walking away with waxer after having watched obi-wan talk to no one for at least ten minutes: i still think he’s lost it.

waxer, nudging him: but at least he's happy, right?

—

cody after having watched them leave: they’re just worried about you, mesh'la.

obi-wan: so it seems.. and you’re not? you're yet to mention the healer, dear.

cody: i trust you. even if you are talking to ghosts.

qui-gons force ghost, chuckling softly from beside cody– unbeknownst to the clone himself: you chose well, obi-wan.

obi-wan, softly: i know i did.

[clonemommy]

Lucky me

Summary: On a night out, something between Wolffe and you changes.

Pairing: WolffexReader

Warnings: Drinking, Making-Out, Teasing

Words: 3.2k

Auhtors Note: Should I make a part two of this? Like something.. spicy? perhaps?

Oh and this is not proof read

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It was one of those nights that will never be forgotten. It was ‘no clone stays dry’ night. Clone or Padawan - it doesn’t matter in the end; nobody stays dry. Nobody wants to stay dry. Where else is the fun? May the liver be with us.

The first different aromas fill my nose as I enter the bar, 79s, of course. Let��s be honest: no bar on Coruscant is better than this clone bar. In addition to the pervasive smell of alcohol, the countless suits of armour immediately caught my eye. White, orange, blue, green… Besides the bright, colourful lights that radiate from the bar, the different colours are challenging to determine. But one colour I’m very sure I can see is the grey next to me.

Why? Because I came here with them. Our Wolfpack is close to my heels as I approach the bar. My own personal pack of wolves who will chase away anything and anyone who gets too close. The biggest and the most dangerous - Wolffie. Oh, no, sorry - Wolffe. Wolffie is forbidden, much to my regret. However, I could swear he secretly likes it, at least with me.

Boost called him Wolffie once, and he’s not far from the barracks for the next few days after that. Master Plo had to reassure him that nothing would happen to him. In any case, I’m enjoying my Big Scary Dog privileges to the full today.

As soon as my big, dangerous wolves and I reach the bar, we are met by an all too familiar-sunshine. With a big, wide grin on his face. ‘Cody, I didn’t realise you even knew places like this.’ Wolffe, next to me, naturally heads straight for his brother. ‘I can’t always be the spoilsport.’ Cody replies, and the two give each other a quick brotherly hug.

‘Oh yeah, who is it today?’ ’Bly. He and General Secura have a meeting.’ Cody looks at his brother for a second too long before turning his gaze to me. ‘Y/N, I’m always happy to have you here.’

Cody comes up to me and hugs me in greeting.

‘Hey, Kotes. Nice to see you again.’ He hugs me and then lets go of me with a smile. Wolffe, who is standing silently next to us, turns to me. There’s something in his gaze that I can’t quite put my finger on. Just as he seems to be about to say something, Cody speaks to us, ‘You must want to sit at our table. The others are already drunk, you’re pretty behind on the drinking.’ His grin returns.

‘That sounds very tempting,’ I finally reply, fuelled by anticipation. When I turn back to Wolffe, I realise that the rest of the Wolfpack has long since left. Only Wolffe is still standing next to me.

Some of them even salute, but they don’t have to. They’re just too cute, aren’t they? Wolffe would now say that they are loyal, not sweet. Then I would say that it moves me that even when drunk, they give themselves to us. Then Wolffe would retort that they were raised - no - programmed to do this, and so it would continue.

‘What do you think?’ His gaze shifts from Cody to me. His eyes - or rather his one eye - no, actually, his two eyes - soften. ‘Yeah, sure, I’ll come with you.’ I smile at him, and Cody starts to move. We walk to the other end of the bar, weaving our way past brothers and brothers.

But not today. I want Wolffe to relax and put his stubborn head aside.

And when I see the table that Cody is leading us to, this might be easier than I thought. ‘Look who I’ve picked up.’ Cody proudly presents his haul as we step up to the table. I see Rex, Ahsoka, Gree, Monnk, and others like Waxer, Boil, Fives, and Jesse. Ahsoka stands up as soon as she sees me and hugs me tightly. A laugh escapes me immediately. ‘Ahsoka, how are you?’

’Oh, you know, saving the galaxy here, fighting droids there… it never gets boring.’ That’s the Skywalker talking. I’m thrilled to see my old friend again. ‘And how are things going with you and Master Plo?’ ’It’s going great. Master Plo would have loved to see you.’ She releases me from her tight grip and sits down again. I give the rest of the gang a quick wave, and Wolffe… well, Wolffe is Wolffe. I’m sure he’ll have somehow communicated with his brothers while I was busy with Ahsoka.

When we finally sit down, I end up next to Gree, who gives me another quick hug from the side, and Wolffe sits next to me on my right. He sits at the far end of the booth. Ahsoka sits opposite us at the other end of the Booth. The rest are spread out in the centre.

‘Cody, tell me, what happened to our drinks, eh?’ Monnk addresses Cody, who is still standing. He replies plumb: ‘Huh?’ ‘Yeah, really, you were going to get drinks,’ Gree joins in. ‘He probably drank them all by himself on the way here, typical.’ Rex points to Cody’s seat. With a pile of empty glasses.

‘Woah woah woah. Stop a minute. I brought you something much better - Y/N. Oh, and Wolffe too, that was more or less intentional.’ The table laughs; only Wolffe looks more or less amused. ‘It wasn’t my fault… always on the commander…’ Cody finally turns around mid-sentence and heads back towards the bar.

Giggling follows at the table. At that moment, Wolffe asks me, ‘What can I get you? I’ll get drinks for us.’ His willingness makes me happy and gives me a good feeling in my chest. His silent existence from a moment ago seems completely displaced when he turns to me. ‘Can you bring me something not quite so strong? I want to enjoy the evening more before I’m useless later.’

Wolffe smiles gently at me. ‘Sure thing. Anything else?’, “Not for now.”, ’Sure?’ I can’t help but smile. ‘I’ll let you know immediately if I need anything else, Wolffe.’ His grin grows as I grin knowingly at him myself. He finally gets up and goes after his brother. My eyes rest on his form as he walks away.

I can’t help but stare after him. And honestly, who can blame me? If there were ever a ranking of the best-looking clones in the army - Wolffe would be my number 1. Always. Although millions share his face, his is the most beautiful. By all means, the hottest. But just as my gaze is about to wander down his figure, I feel a presence behind me, close to my face.

It is green and decorated with two red stripes. Need I say more? The alien himself. ‘Gree?’ When I turn round, Gree is close to me, looking in the direction I was staring. His eyes are narrowed and strained. ‘Mh?’ ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Oh, I just wanted to find out what you were watching. Or rather - who you’re watching.’

He leans back again and looks at me mischievously. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me expectantly. In response, I raise my eyebrow, too, trying to appear as clueless as possible. Gree now raises his second as well. - ‘Okay, you look stupid.’ I can’t help but not laugh at Gree.

He laughs, too, of course, after relaxing his eyebrows again. ‘Oh, no, do that again; I must take a picture!’ ‘Hell no.’ ‘Yes, you do; I’ll add that to my backgrounds on my holo pad!’ He looks at me suspiciously. ‘What if we do it in pairs? As a selfie?’ He thinks for a moment. ‘All right, but quickly.’ I can’t believe he’s agreed to this.

Gree takes out his helmet and holds it out in front of us. ‘Okay, Y/N, on three…’ ‘One’ “Two” ’Three.’ On three, we raise our eyebrows simultaneously and look into the helmet’s visor together. Gree pulls the trigger and lowers the helmet again a little later. But before he puts it down again, he quickly puts it on. A few seconds later, he laughs out loud. ‘Come on, let’s see it!’ ‘Yes, just a moment…’

And just as Gree predicted, my holo pad flashes a moment later, and a picture is displayed. We look divine. I can’t stifle my laughter. We both look modest. It’s so stupid that this is already one of my favourite pictures. ‘This will end up as my background.’ I smile so wide that the corners of my mouth hurt. But it’s precisely because of moments like this that these nights are so special.

The boys are special precisely because of moments like these. They are friends - brothers, not soldiers and followers of orders. My heart blossoms in moments like these. But that’s not the only reason my heart blossomed; a new presence appeared next to me, this time on my other side. And in the same breath, a drink is placed before me. I look over and spot Wolffe, who has just sat beside me again. Denser than before.

‘Wolffe!’ My smile is now even wider than before. ‘Hey.’ He greets me quietly with a gentle smile, which is typical of him and reserved for me. We are interrupted from the side as: ‘Wolffe can smile… Woah, did that apply to me, or…?’ Gree. Who else. ‘Shut up, Gree.’ He raises his hands in defence and turns away from us.

Cody, who has returned with Wolffe, hands out the drinks and squeezes through to return to his seat. ‘So… what did we miss?’ As the others briefly update the well-coiffed Commander, they don’t seem to have noticed anything about Grees and my embarrassing photo. At least that’s what I thought until…

‘Why were you and the alien next to you laughing like that just now?’ Wolffe next to me looks at me quizzically. He seems quite interested in the reason, but he’s wearing an impenetrable, hard expression. ‘We took a photo together, which turned out pretty trivial. Do you want to see it?’ He gives me a dodgy look and replies bluntly: ‘No, thanks.’ Oh. Good, then, no. That was pretty clear. If he knew that he was the reason the photo was taken…

Luckily, Gree didn't ask why I was staring after Wolffe like that. He would have always held that against me. Never mind. Change of subject. ‘What kind of drink do you have?’ Wolffe turns his gaze to his glass. ‘Beer.’ ’Beer was never really mine… it tastes horrible.’ The table instantly goes quiet. Oh boy. ‘Would you like to repeat that, Y/N?’

Monnk is the first to break the tense silence. ‘Beer tastes terrible?’ My voice is visibly - no, audibly - restrained. ‘Out’ The next moment, Rex raises his arm and points to the exit. ‘Out. Now.’ Ahsoka, next to him, giggles. ‘Wolffe, you must not have raised your Padawan properly.’ Cody joins in the discussion.

The one just named also looks at me sceptically. ‘I had just as little idea, Kotes.’ ‘Even Ahsoka drinks beer!’ Rex nods vigorously at her statement. ‘It’s not bad at all after a few glasses.’ I’m not convinced. ‘I’ve tried it so many times, but it still tastes just as bad every time!’ I can already tell that my defence is poor. ‘You’re not supposed to drink it several times on different evenings, but several times in one evening! Wolffe, your Padawan is lost.’

Monnk throws his hands in the air. The others loudly agree with him. ‘I don’t know…’ ‘Hey.’ Wolffe touches my side. When I turn to him, he looks at me gently. ‘It’s all right. You’ve got something to drink, and that’s good.’ My gaze wanders to his beer ‘Wolffe…. Do you like beer?’ ‘Yes, otherwise I wouldn’t have ordered any.’ Of course. Stupid question. ‘Would you like a taste?’

The question is meant seriously. He looks at me calmly. Which is unusual because he never looks calm. It’s more like he’s about to bark at any moment. Just like Wolffe. ‘If I may.’ And there it is again, his gentle smile, which he only gives me. He lifts the glass and hands it to me. An idea occurs to me. ‘Here.’ I give him my drink in exchange. He looks at me in surprise.

‘I’d like to clink glasses with you. Go on, have one.’ Reluctantly, but still willingly, he accepts my glass, and we clink glasses. As the first bitter drops of beer touch my tongue, my face contorts, and a shiver runs down my spine. It’s worse than I remember. Have they changed suppliers here? Disgusting.

A soft laugh sounds next to me. Wolffe looks at me with amusement and carefully takes the beer from my hand, which I’m already holding out to him. ‘Not good?’ ‘Not good.’ He looks at me. ‘How can you drink that?’ ‘Probably a man thing.’ ‘Yeah, you can keep it. Women deserve better.’ ‘I know, they do.’

He’s still looking at me gently. His gaze stays with me most of the time. And that makes me happy, quite frankly. The moment is interrupted when the voices next to us get louder again.

From then on, the topics of the evening changed several more times. About missions, tactics, Jedi and the latest dramas that Fox had to tell. However, Wolffe’s uninterrupted gaze on me hasn’t changed.

But wait - one thing has changed. It’s Wolffe’s arm, which has quietly and secretly crept around my shoulder. And which holds me tightly. After a few more drinks, the atmosphere has become very relaxed. And so has Wolffe. He sits comfortably next to me and has pulled me to his side. The beer is in one hand, and me is in the other.

Is it crazy to say that it’s getting me fucked up? But in a good way. In a perfect way. With every drink, I snuggle more into his arms, which doesn’t bother him. On the contrary. He starts to draw gentle circles on my shoulder with his hand. And just as the others are conversing, I turn slightly towards him.

‘Hey…’ My voice is quieter than intended but still audible next to the loud music. His gaze immediately rests on me. ‘Hey. Are you all right?’ Of course, he’s worried. ‘Yeah.’ My voice remains a whisper, and he adjusts his voice, too. Thanks to our closeness, we understand each other very well. ‘Yes, of course. I’m with you.’ He returns my answer with a smile.

- Just by the way, I should keep a tally; the number of times he has smiled today, no, tonight alone, is a record. -

‘Everything all right with you?’ His smile lingers on his lips. ‘Of course, Méshla.��

There it is: Méshla. I know exactly what it means. And Wolffe knows it, too. I turn towards him, and his hand falls from my shoulder to my back. He holds me by the waist. ‘You weren’t in a good mood earlier, were you?’ I can’t help but look at him, a little worried. He looks at me questioningly.

‘When we arrived, I mean. You didn’t seem well.’

‘Oh, Méshla, don’t worry about it. You’re here, that’ll lift my spirits.’ I don’t quite believe him.

'Really'.

He puts his free hand on my chin and slightly lifts my head.

‘I promise.’

A small smile finally rises to my lips. My eyes look deep into his until they finally dart to his lips. And up again. And down again. I can’t make up my mind.

‘Hey.’ Wolffe puts his hand on my cheek. My eyes decide in favour of his eyes. He slowly comes closer to me. Which is hardly possible, as we were already very close before. Alcohol - I blame it all on the alcohol. But when I think about it, I can’t stay angry with it for long. Because the next feeling of Wolffe’s surprisingly soft lips on mine makes me forget everything.

At first, he’s gentle, but then he gets bolder. Our lips move faster, more intensely. A kiss like in any little girl’s dream. Or perhaps any teenager. Little girls certainly don’t dream of kisses like this. Not yet.

But the kiss is perfect in every way. Wolffe is perfect. To put it bluntly. But I think that was already known beforehand.

The kiss deepens, and my insides tingle as I feel his tongue on my lips, asking for entrance. I grant it to him, of course.

Suddenly, there is a synchronised clearing of throats. When we let go of each other, and I looked around, everyone else looked blankly at us. ‘Damn. Wolffe’s got it going on.’ Cody starts to grin.

When our tongues meet, the tingling turns into fireworks. It must be similar for Wolffe as he continues to rise in front of me. He takes me in completely.

The kiss is the epitome of hot. Demanding and passionate. I would never have expected to spend the night like this. And neither did the others.

‘Wolffe?! Y/N’s got it!’ Ahsoka cheers and looks at me excitedly. ‘That, kiddos, is how you kiss right.’ Monnk addresses the younger clones among us, grinning, some of which avoid Wolffe’s and my direction.

‘Jealous, Kotes?’ Wolffe surprisingly speaks up.

My first thought is that it feels surprisingly good. Not the armour, of course, but his presence under me, next to me, on me. And I want to stay like this forever. The others marvel at Wolffe’s directness but strangely say nothing about it. Probably because they know that they are not to be trifled with by Wolffe’s prey. A little hint: that’s me.

Cody looks surprised but grins mischievously, ‘Maybe.’ I’m surprised by his answer. Wolffe puts his arm around me again and pulls me close.

But in the next moment, ‘Y/N, can you get up for a minute?’ Slightly confused by his request, I do as he asks. Wolffe grabs my waist and pulls me straight onto his lap as I stand. Am I surprised? Yes. But then again, no.

Ahsoka gives me a meaningful and encouraging look before she brings up a new topic. I’m very grateful to her for that. ‘Hey.’ Wolffe draws my attention back to him. ‘You’re so quiet.’ He gives me a reserved look. ‘Sorry… I’m still trying to understand the situation. Despite the alcohol.’ I giggle, and a smile appears on his face. ‘Shall I explain it to you?’ I nod at him expectantly.

My Wolffe. My Wolffie. Mine.

‘You, Méshla, and I won’t just be Commander and Commander from now on.’ I giggle again. ‘We’re going to be more. Not to the others, of course. But I want you to make me yours. ‘Wolffie’ and all that stuff included.’ He kisses my neck. ‘In return, I want you to be mine. ‘Méshla' and all that included.’

He kisses the other side of my neck. ‘I can call you Wolffie?’ My eyes light up. ‘You already did it anyway. Now officially.’ He has a grin on his face. ‘Are you going to be mine?’

‘Only if you’re going to be mine.’

‘Méshla, that’s all I wanted to hear.’ Before I can react, Wolffe pulls me into another kiss.

Who would have thought that this night would progress like this? Lucky me.

[viablemess]

I am totally normal about the Star Wars - Criminal Minds AU occupying all of my head right now. Yup. Totally normal. Looking at all the upcoming Cody, Codywan, 212th appreciation etc for the muse.

Anyways. Here's my tentative team breakdown and I'd love folks thoughts. We got the Fett family (the Fett kids probably helped get Jango arrested and may or may not feel guilty about it), we got qui-gon Parenting obi-wan. Annakin and Padme hiding their not so secret romance. Mace and qui-gon butting heads about how to lead. Will deffo pop other characters in there (Aayla, Quinlan, Gregor, Xanatos, Luminara, all my favs). Anyways 🧡🧡🧡

Yoda - Section Chief. Ex-ATF Senior Agent, Fingerprint & Administration expert

Mace Windu - Unit Chief. Counterterrorism expert.

Qui-Gon Jinn - Senior Supervisory Special Agent. Geographical Profile Expert & Handwriting Analyst.

Cody Fett - (Senior on-call) Supervisory Special Agent. Forensic Psychology expert & Hand-to-Hand Instructor at Quantico.

Obi-Wan Kenobi - Supervisory Special Agent. Linguist, Interview & Hostage Negotiation expert.

Anakin Skywalker - Supervisory Special Agent. Ex-ATF Electrical and Fire Engineer & Bomb expert.

Waxer Fett - Supervisory Special Agent. Family Annihilater & Human Trafficking/Sex Crimes expert.

Boil Fett - Supervisory Special Agent. Ex- Violent Crimes Against Children Senior Agent & Child Advocacy expert.

Rex Fett - Tactical Intelligence Analyst & Violent Criminal Apprehension Program (ViCAP) expert.

Padme Amidala - Media Coordinator & Communication Liason