#clone cuddles in the barracks

[touchstarvedasclones]

Commander Wolffe Headcanon

Wolffe has been banned from what the clones dubbed 'the infantry' (baby and toddler section of Kamino clone facility).

And not for the reason you think.

The reason in his file says 'inhibited cadet progress and development'.

The truth was that he would baby them.

The Kaminoans wanted soldiers, but Wolffe took one look at his baby brothers and saw what they really were, children. Kids barely a full year old, just learning to walk and talk.

And even as a cadet himself, he wanted to care for them.

Wolffe was banned from interacting with the youngest cadets because he was too nurturing, which the Kaminoans saw as a hamper on both his development into a capable commander, and the mindset of those he interacted with.

He also would stand between them and any clones they deemed 'defective' before the Jedi showed up. The only reason he wasn't dealt with was his high marks in his training.

Wolves are fiercely protective, loyal to a fault, but they are also nurturing to their young, and to those that stand beside and behind them.

No wonder that ended up his name.

[touchstarvedasclones]

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[saggitary]

Clone Wars Headcannons

All over the place but yeah enjoy

Ahsoka will let her men test out pick up lines before shore leave and give them tips on how to better pick up girls

Ahsoka picked up her eye rolling habit from Wolffe

Fives and Echo refer to Rex as “oh captain my captain” (Rex is very annoyed)

Clone troopers sleep better when they cuddle up with someone

Anakin has given Ahsoka and many of his men heart attacks when he randomly removes his prosthetic hand

There are painted line of the Resolutes floor near the medical bays to mark how far troopers have made it when they attempt to escape the medics

This usually ends with the medics full body tackling their vod and occasionally their Jedi

Hardcase has the furthest mark with Fives very near behind him

Much to Wolffe’s dismay young animals love to imprint of him during campaigns, he says he hates it but Sinker once saw Wolffe carrying around a baby loth cat wrapped in one of his blankets

Rex is a natural blonde due to a mutation and I will die on this hill

Fox and Wolffe have the highest spice tolerance of their batch and their brothers are very concerned for them

Based on the scene in the Umbara arc where Tup is hanging onto the gunship handle with 2 hands, he is a very nervous flier

Ahsoka noticed that Tup was a nervous flier and now tries to get on the same ships as him to help keep him calm

The 501st has different tallies up throughout the barracks for random things like ‘how many times the general loses his lightsaber’, ‘best quotes for the week’, etc

Clone troopers speak mando’a, kaminoan, and basic fluently

Rex always wins arm wrestling contests, even against Anakin

Ahsoka learned how to play sabacc from the Wolf Pack and has been banned from playing in most 501st circles because she always wins

The CCs have the ability to sleep with their eyes open and Wolffe and Fox actively chose to do so to creep everyone else out

Cody has broken his wrists and his shins from fist fighting droids but he continues to do it

Many troopers in the 501st have also attempted to fist fight droids but quickly stopped when the medics refused to treat them

Anakin has also attempted to fist fight droids and damaged his cybernetic hand enough that he had to get a new one

Ahsoka purrs when she sleeps close to other people 

Hardcase almost cried when he first heard Ahsoka purr because he thought it was cutest damn thing

Capture the flag is the 501st’s favorite down time activity

Cody has hidden drugs in Obi-Wan’s tea to make him sleep which Obi-Wan was rather offended by but continued to accept all tea given to him by his commander

Ahsoka set up a projector in the rec room and on hyper space trips she plays holomovies so her men can be ‘cultured’ 

Ahsoka is good friends with Padme and Riyo Chuchi and regularly gets together with them for girls nights

Rex has gotten a tattoo while drunk but Cody is the only one that knows about it

Ahsoka found out when her men’s birthday or decanting days are and makes sure to wish them a happy birthday

Ponds, Bly, and Fox were very confused when they received a transmission from Rex, Cody, and Wolffe’s vod’ika wishing them a happy birthday

[nahoney22]

Hey :) I Hope this isn’t too late but I have a fic proposal.

Clones should have a lot of scars and propbably some insecurities, considering that to most people they meet they are ‚just clones‘. I was thinking about a female reader worshipping either Hunter’s or Wolffes/Echoes (I love my grumpy men) body. I think it is a cute idea to make them feel appreciated and loved. It can be NSFW or SFW, whatever mood you’re in.

I also have seen the prompts „i'm not scared of anything except losing you“ and  „ I am truly and unconditionally in love with you“ . They don’t have to be included tho

Congrats on 4k followers! You deserve it so much Honey

Byee

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

SFW

word count: 937 words

prompts:

“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”

“I am truly and unconditionally in love with you.”

warnings: Angst and fluff, cuddling, talks of war and scars, light angst, female reader, established relationship, comfort, shirtless Wolffe, Spoilers for the latest episodes (6&7).

authors note: well seeing as we saw Wolffe so recently it’s only fair I pick this request. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy anon 🤍

You awaken to the subtle shift of your bed dipping, drawing you from the haze of dreams. A gentle breeze hints at an open balcony, likely your Commander's doing.

You shift, eyes flicking to the chrono on your bedside table that reads the early hours of the morning before rolling onto you right, facing him.

He’s silent, usual. Shirtless, also a common sight, yet his shoulders bear an unusual weight. "Darling," your voice rasps with sleep, "is everything alright?"

He remains silent, a restless energy vibrating through him as his knee bounces with an unspoken tension. As your hand finds its place on the center of his bare back, a calming touch, his movements still, tension melting away.

"I saw Rex today," he finally speaks, the words carrying a weight you hadn't anticipated.

Your eyes widen, and you sit up abruptly. "Rex? I thought he died in a crash!" The unexpected revelation catches you off guard.

When things took a turn for a worse, you were discarded by this new ‘Empire’ yet Wolffe remained. Your relationship was a secret of course and things had been hard for the both of you. You didn’t agree with these new terms and what Wolffe was doing yet he felt obliged to do his duty. To be a good soldier.

Yet, at nights like this where he would sneak into your home when he should be in his own barracks, you always felt the heavy burden of whatever it was weighing on him.

"So did I... but there he was," he sighs, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his cybernetic eye and scar. "A deserter, harboring a target the Empire seeks."

Your heartbeat quickens, anxiety gripping your thoughts. "You didn't harm him, did you?"

"No," he responds, a low rumble. "I let him go."

In a hushed tone, you respond, "Oh, well that’s a relief,” as you shift onto your knees directly behind him, offering a supportive presence.

Anticipating a bitter retort, you're surprised when he merely sighs, his head bowing as he falls into a contemplative silence.

Observing his stillness, your eyes trace a new wound on his back, joining the collection of scars. "How did this happen?" you inquire softly, your finger gently tracing the red mark destined to become another scar over time.

"Who knows? Falling from a cliff, getting shot by a civilian, crushed by rocks," he grumbles dismissively.

Moving closer, you delicately wrap your arms around his front, resting your cheek against his back. "Are you in pain?" you inquire, concern lacing your words.

He shakes his head, his hands finding yours to convey appreciation for the comfort. Though not one to seek coddling, the weight of the day has left him in need of solace. "No."

In a moment of necessary silence, a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "Does it uh... look bad?" he hesitates, seeking reassurance.

"The wound?" you clarify.

He nods.

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Wolffe," you interject firmly, gently squeezing his hands, "you know I wouldn't lie to you. We've discussed this. I promise it doesn't look bad."

His jaw tightens, a brief struggle visible on his face, but then he relaxes, allowing your words to penetrate. The scar on his face, a constant reminder, had often made him feel exposed and unattractive. Yet, your consistent reassurances that you saw him differently provided a balm for his insecurities.

“Each scar tells a story, a battle won,” you whisper, kissing his new wound as well as the small scars that littered the rest of his back and what you could see, “a battle lost…” He closes his eyes, knowing what scar you were referring to but allows you to continue. “You’re handsome. Nothing will ever change that or how I love you.”

He bites on the inside of his cheek, his face warming up by the softness of your lips against his skin in the moonlight and your sweet words that had him hooked from the start.

"Are you scared?" you suddenly inquire, and he turns his head, prompting you to move back while still maintaining the embrace. "That they'll find out you let the target get away?"

"I'm not scared of anything," he asserts with stern resolve, but a softness overtakes his expression. "Except losing you."

You offer a soft smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Sweet, but I'm serious. Are you not concerned?"

His brow furrows, a hint of reluctance coloring his response. "I won't lie and say I'm not apprehensive. Kark, it wouldn't surprise me if they're already looking for me to reprimand. Or worse."

A twist of unease settles in your stomach, his words weighing heavily on your mind. Tears glisten in your eyes, and he realises his misstep. Without hesitation, he shifts to fully face you, reclining on the bed with his back against the headboard, pulling you close to his chest. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm sorry for waking you."

You roll your eyes at his attempt to deflect the gravity of the situation, but decide to take comfort in his presence for now.

As the soft sound of your snores fills the room, he finds solace in your embrace. He strokes your hair tenderly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you succumb to sleep. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, a sentiment he wouldn't express while you're awake, not one for overt displays of affection.

Before slipping away into the night, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am truly and unconditionally in love with you."

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[enigmatist17]

Plo Koon is the first Jetti to learn about the clone cuddle piles.

It's not too long after Malevolence, and the men who had survived with him were still a bit wary of being attacked at any moment. Wolffe in particular is avoiding most smaller craft, constantly placing himself as close to the door when he's on the bridge as humanly possible.

It breaks Plo's heart to see this, and one night he goes to check in on Wolffe on his off time. The officers quarters are empty, and Plo is confused but figures Wolffe might be down in the barracks.

The beds that should be spaced apart have had their mattresses stripped, all stacked in an organized pile in the furthest corner of the room, making it impossible to be snuck up on. Plo can see Wolffe near the middle of the pile of sleeping clones, Sinker being used to prop the sleeping officer up, while Boost is snoring away against Wolffe's side, his legs wrapped around the other as if anchoring him. Countless other 104th soldiers are sleeping or quietly chatting around the trio, and Plo is eventually noticed by a shiny who freezes, his gasp startling the others to attention.

"Rest easy little one, I'm just curious." Plo keeps his voice low, and the shiny slowly resumes his task of braiding another clones hair, dozens of hazel eyes watching the Jetti come closer to investigate. "Do you always rest this way?"

"When we can sir." One speaks up, a pilot Plo recognizes, looking a little embarrassed. "We can fix everything back the way it's supposed to be."

"Whatever for?" The master kneels down a few feet from the pile, able to feel a constant thrumming of peace and content from the men. "You are at peace like this."

"It helps, with everything." A splicer speaks up, the man half buried under a sleeping brother. "You can join us, if you'd like?"

Plo is surprised by the offer, and watches as various clones glance at each other in a language he does not understand.

"Perhaps another time, little one." Plo adjusts his position to take up his meditation pose. "I'll meditate for now."

The Force is singing with content when Plo opens himself up to it, and for the first time, he thinks of the men as his children, not just his soldiers.

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan in his natural habitat in the temple sleeps in a loft bed (it was supposed to be storage he said cat instinct and turned it into a loft bed they’re shockingly common with Jedi tbh tho) and under 17 fluffy blankets with a pregnancy pillow (he’s not pregnant he just can’t sleep off his stomach if he don’t got one and sometimes autism requires squishing to keep it all down) and three more fluffy blankets on top of him. He has an optional Padawan or pet (not really a pet, just whomever followed him how from the gardens today) in bed with him also. And he’s got a projector on the wall and has a night stand with water and gaming devices so he can survive up there forever.

The clones, who have learned to sleep with full kute coverings and usually without blankets or pillows cause they just pass out on each other, most of whom identified with their Jedi for having similar sleeping types if they weren’t human, realize they are quite horrified by his Stewjoni nesting instinct. And he’s offended and refuses to sleep with any of them till they apologize to his favorite stuffed animal for insulting his HOUSE. Fuck you bitches he and Master Sparkle Bantha deserve better.

Cody is groveling while Alpha is still trying to negotiate a less intense number of blankets and Anakin is just shaking his head like ‘it’s not worth it Bro’ and Alpha is like ‘shut up ur an omega too you brat’ and that’s the last straw, you called them omegas now Cody is asking what an omega is and Alpha is trying to figure out how to keep his AO3 account hidden from his vod’e and nvm he’ll sleep in the barracks forever-

Obi-Wan holds this info over his head like a guillotine and convinced him to get in the damn nest right this second and cuddle him better.

If you don’t sleep with at least two comforters and a queen sized fuzzy blanket then I don’t trust you. Yes I refuse to trust my sister and wife okay. Everything in the world has a downside and that’s theirs. My bed is half dragon hoard of yarn and squishmallows. I’m not changing for anyone.

Anakin’s bed is 90% pillow and squishmallow and 10% blanket. Padme uses a thin cotton blanket and lets him burrito wrap himself and uses him like a body pillow while he’s captive in the blankies.

[ghostofskywalker]

hii, happy halloween!

can i request a 🎃 with cody? maybe something sweet? thank youuu<3

happy halloween (even if this is a little late!) hope you enjoy <3

Every single night when you went over to Cody’s room, you made sure you were doing so under the cover of darkness. The plus to secretly dating the marshal commander of the GAR was the fact that he had private sleeping accommodations, so you didn’t have to worry about having to sneak in and out of barracks filled with highly observant soldiers to spend some time with your beloved. 

The downside was the fact that you even had to keep things a secret in the first place, but you had since reconciled with the fact that things were not going to change anytime soon, no matter how much you wanted them to. Cody was especially nervous about people finding out, and you knew it wasn’t because he was embarrassed of you, but rather he wanted to make sure the two of you were protected from the wrath of those who saw him as something less than organic. 

The feeling of his arms around your body as the two of you laid in his bunk was a memory you never wanted to forget. Despite the fact that your eyes were closed, you hadn’t fully slipped off to dreamland yet, and you relished in simple moments like this. Right now, you weren’t on a Republic flagship that was on its way to a deadly battle, you were just someone cuddling with your lover.

The sound of the sliding door opening startled you, but your eyes remained closed. Sometimes the droids on board cleaned the barracks during the night, and you weren’t going to disrupt that by jumping up and demanding to know who had just entered. 

However, you quickly realized that it wasn’t a mouse droid that had opened the door, but the sound of clone voices reassured you that there wasn’t really a threat. If Waxer and Boil found out about your relationship with their commander you didn’t really mind, because you knew they would keep it a secret (save for some brotherly teasing of course). 

“Commander!” 

“Cody! Hey we need to ask-” 

The gentle bugging went silent right as (you guessed) they realized you were here as well. Cody’s arms pulled back from where they rested on your body, and you could hear him sigh before speaking. “What do you di’kuts want?” 

“It’s-” 

“It’s not important.” 

Cody heaved another sigh. “I would ask why you two thought it was a good idea to wake me, but I’m too tired to care.”

  Silence descended over the space, and if you had heard the door open again, you might have thought that they had already left. But of course, you knew they hadn’t. “Anything you want to tell us, commander?” 

“Waxer, Boil-” 

“What? We knew you had a raging crush, we just didn’t know things had clearly progressed.” 

“Don’t be so loud, you’ll wake her!” 

The two troopers laughed. “Alright, fine,” Waxer said. “But we expect a followup conversation.” 

Cody grumbled, but you heard him agree to their terms. After the door had once again opened and shut (leaving you two alone), you felt his arms return to their earlier position and his breaths start to even out as he fell asleep. 

Maybe tomorrow you’d tell him how you’d overheard this entire exchange, but right now, sleep was calling your name.

[merlincmgirl]

Sex Tape - Jesse x FReader - NSFW

Summary: He's going to be away for a while during his ARC training. He wants something to remember you by during those lonely nights back on Kamino.

Characters: Jesse

Pairing: Jesse x F!Reader

Word Count: 8,410

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), recorded sex, sex tape, dirty talk, praise as well, few spanks

Authour's Note: Our handsome boy just wouldn't leave my head and this just flowed out of me.

When Jesse had told you he was being promoted to ARC Trooper, you were ecstatic for him. When he had told you he would become a Lieutenant, you were filled even more with pride. Jesse deserved to have his achievements recognised, and he loved his brothers and was more than capable of being Rex’s right hand man. You didn’t think you could put into words just how much Jesse deserved all of this.

The only downside though, was that he was being sent back to Kamino. To the long necks or aiwha-bait as the clones called them. You didn’t know how long he would be away, neither did he. The ARC training programme was a closely guarded secret, known only to those who had gone through with it.

So you were spending as much time as you could with Jesse before he had to go. For most of his leave, you had spent the time glued to his side, not willing to leave him for a moment. Even if it meant that you were sneaked into the barracks so he could gather some of his things and meet up with a few of his brothers.

Currently, the two of you were in your apartment, cuddled up with each other on the couch and half watching a show that you had on. You were more interested in your handsome trooper, and the way his hand felt gliding up and down your side, the other combing through your hair. It was half dragging you towards sleep, but there was a slow, lazy thrum of arousal keeping you awake.

Yawning, you pressed yourself back against him, your butt backed up against his crotch. A low growl escaped Jesse, as you felt his cock begin to harden against you. His arm wrapped around your chest, bringing you closer into him if that was possible.

“What ya doing, babe?” he murmured into your ear, the warmth of his breath caressing the sensitive skin and you fought a shiver as goosebumps erupted over your skin.

“Just getting comfy” you smiled, entwining your hand with the one that was pressed into your chest, arm snug between the valleys of your breasts.

He hummed in reply, shifting his hips against yours and holding you tight. He didn’t move, just pressed himself against you.

“My, trooper, is that a blaster in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” you teased, sending him a wink.

Jesse let out a loud chuckle, burying his face into your neck. “That was terrible cyare!” he groaned, shaking his head, amusement clear in his voice.

“What? It’s a classic” you giggled, turning your head to press a kiss to the tattoo on his shaved head.

“It sounded like something Fives would say” he grinned, heart warming at the small kiss. He loved feeling you and getting kissed by you, it was so different to all the harsh touches he had experienced on Kamino. He’d miss it even more when he went back to that cold, hard environment.

You groaned, digging your elbow back into Jesse and hearing a small grunt at the move. “I am nothing like Fives, I am much more classy” you reminded him, a small smile on your face that you hoped Jesse couldn’t see.

“Yes you are, mesh’la. So. Much. Better” he murmured, laying kisses along your shoulders after each word.

You hummed, hips rocking back to meet his and feel the twitch of his cock against you.

“Was there something you wanted?” you purred out, enjoying teasing him on the couch. Since he had returned to you, every room in your place had seen the pair of you fucking. It was hard to keep your hands off your trooper, and you knew Jesse felt the same. He enjoyed pulling you to him, pressing kisses along your skin and muttering filth in your ear whenever he got the opportunity.

Jesse cleared his throat, and you could feel the warmth from his cheeks as he flushed against you. “Actually, cyare, there was something I’ve been thinking of” he admitted, hands playing with the hem of your shirt.

Frowning at how nervous he was acting, you reached back and hooked your arm around his neck, hoping the small touches against his nape would calm him down. “What is it? You can always tell me” you assured, squeezing slightly to try and loosen the suddenly tense muscles.

“Will you… will you make a holo with me?”

The silence that rang out in the apartment was betrayed by the sound of your heart thrumming in your ears. He wanted to make a dirty holovid with you? Wanted to record your most intimate and passionate time together?

You pulled away, pushing yourself up to turn and stare at him. Jesse seemed to realise that the relaxed atmosphere from before had changed and quickly sat up also. He had such a nervous expression on his face, unsure how you would react to his words. Truthfully, you didn’t know how to feel about his request either.

On some level, his words excited you. It was such a forbidden thing, recording yourself during sex and watching it back. It spoke of just how much Jesse wanted you as well, how much he would miss you during his time away. Although you didn’t know much about the ARC training programme, you had met Fives and Rex, some of the bravest troopers of the 501st. So you reasoned with yourself that it had to be a tough programme to go through. It was only natural he would yearn for the comforts of home and the way you two would be together.

But another part of you was still left unsure as well, because of the forbidden nature. You had heard about incidents where the holovid had been released on the holonet and people’s reputations and lives ruined. Not for one moment did you think Jesse would do that, but if anyone was to find out… who knows what they could do? To not have control over the situation felt nerve-wracking. What if someone found out and Jesse was punished for having that with him? You didn’t want him to lose his promotion and get kicked out of ARC training, or worse!

“I’m not sure about this Jesse” you murmured, shaking your head and pulling your legs up underneath you.

“What aren’t you sure about, pretty girl?” he asked softly, reaching to take your hand in his. It’s warm and large, easily encompassing your own. It’s soothing and protective all at once, just like Jesse.

“What if you get in trouble? I don’t want to see your career ruined because of me, Jesse” you sighed, squeezing his hand and pulling it into your lap.

“We won’t, babe. I promise, and it’s not like they’ll demote me, just because we recorded this. Besides, the GAR turns a blind eye to it’s troopers dating, otherwise half the army would be decommissioned on the spot” he remarked wryly, shuffling closer to you until his thigh was pressed against your own. “What else is bothering you?” he inquired.

“I don’t know, just… it’s not something you’re meant to do” you shrugged, trying to sort out your own thoughts about this.

“Says who, sweetheart?”

“Everyone! I mean… it’s not… it’s like a taboo thing, isn’t it? People look down on you and you’re humiliated if anyone finds out” you worried, biting at your lip and playing with his fingers. You traced the callouses over his hands, remembering how they feel when Jesse touches you, runs his hands over your body and gives you only the upmost pleasure.

“Nobody will find out, mesh’la, it’ll only be me and you. Nobody else will find out, I swear. Do you trust me?” Jesse assured, cupping your face and bringing it up so your eyes could meet.

“Of course I trust you!” you exclaimed, face scrunching up in indignation at that. Jesse couldn’t help but think how cute you looked, and he leaned forward to place a kiss on your furrowed brow.

“Then trust me with this. I’ll make sure that nobody will ever find out and that we won’t be in trouble. We’ll be absolutely fine” he smiled, stroking your hair back away from where it fell into your face.

Taking a deep breath, you let his reassuring words and soothing presence comfort you. Jesse always kept his word. He was kind, honest and loyal. He always made sure that you felt loved and safe whenever you were with him. If he said nothing would happen, then nothing would happen. Plus the thought did excite you a little.

“Why do you want to do it?” you asked him, realising that you had spoken about your own worries, but not necessarily about his own reasoning behind it. Jesse never really asked much from you, so for him to ask you this, there must be a reason behind it.

The trooper in front of you blushed a little, cheeks turning pink under your watchful eye. However he quickly put on that cocky bravado that you knew and loved just as much as his soft, sensitive side. “Come on mesh’la, I miss you when I’m away and I can’t stand being away from you. Can’t I have a little something to keep me going until I get back?” Jesse pouted, pulling you into his lap.

“Oh so it’s just because you want to make a dirty home holovid” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your core tightened at his words.

“You wound me, cyare” he gasped, placing a hand over his large chest. “I just want to remind myself of what I’m missing” he shook his head, a wide smile pulling on his face at hearing you giggle at him.

“How will you sneak it onto Kamino? I thought they check all your stuff coming in” you frowned, leaning into his chest and snuggling into the warmth that he gave out. He was like your own personal heater.

Jesse’s chest rumbled from underneath you as he chuckled, scooping you up off his lap and placing you next to him. “I’ve thought about that!” he grinned, heading back over to the pile of armour he had placed next to the door. He plucked off his helmet and turned to face you proudly.

Staring into the eyes of the black visor and taking in the matching Republic cog tattoo, you knew you wanted to say yes. Using his helmet to record you would be good, but it would also mean that you wouldn’t be able to kiss as much as you’d like. And Jesse was a damn good kisser.

“I’ll record us using my bucket. Then it’ll be like you’re there with me” he announced, and you couldn’t help but smile at that. He really would miss you when he went back to Kamino. Just as much as you would miss him.

He came to place his bucket on the caf table in front of you, and sat down again. He plucked your hand from your lap and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, before squeezing your knee with his other hand.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to babe” he reminded firmly, making sure you knew how sincere he was. This wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t want to do it too.

“No, I do! It feels exciting” you grinned, ducking your head as you felt your cheeks flush. He chuckled at your admittance. “But, what if someone sees?” you worried, glancing at the helmet that seemed to be staring at you.

“Nobody will see, babe. I’ll play it on my HUD when I’m alone” he assured, rubbing soothing strokes against your thigh with his thumb.

“You make sure nobody else can find it. Double encrypt it or something!” you insisted, glaring at him insistently. You could just imagine his brothers’ reactions if they ever saw the holovid you were going to create.

“I will, it’ll be in a secure folder, encrypted and password protected, I swear” he promised, hand over his heart as he looking at you with an exciting grin on his face, eyes dancing with exhilaration at what was about to happen.

“Okay, your eyes only, Jesse!” you nodded, toying with the hem of his blacks.

“My eyes only, beautiful” he agreed, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. He appreciated everything you did for him, including this. God he would miss you while he was away. Nudging his tongue against the seam of your lips, he swept in when you opened up for him, losing himself in your touch and the sweet taste of the ice cream you had shared on the way back to your apartment. His hand fell to your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he kissed you.

Pulling back, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, laying kisses along the sensitive spot just above his Adam's apple. You could feel him swallow in reaction and grinned at how much he enjoyed even your simplest of touches. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” you suggested, kissing his jaw before pulling back to look at him. His beautiful brown orbs had darkened since your kiss and it left you feeling breathless at just how handsome your man was.

“Lead the way, gorgeous” he said, voice low and rough from the heat that was running through his body due to your kisses and willingness to try this new experience out with him. He guided you up off his lap and quickly snagged his helmet off the table before landing a swat to your bottom. He chuckled at the little yelp you let out at that, before laying a hand to the small of your back, encouraging you to get a move on.

When you got to the bedroom, you turned to face him, an eagerness in both of you that had you pulling him by his blacks towards you. You smashed your lips together, Jesse moaning at how your tongue swept into his mouth. He threw his bucket on the bed and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest until the both of you pulled away, panting for breath.

“God, you’re gorgeous mesh’la. Thank you so much for doing this for me” he breathed, shaking his head in awe at how lucky he had got. You were the best thing in his life. What had he done to deserve someone as lovely and perfect as you?

“I want to Jesse, I want to do it for me as well” you nodded, laying kisses along his jaw before tracing over his tattoo with small kisses that had him groaning. “How do you want to do this?”

Jesse grinned, pressing a swift kiss to you before pulling away and setting up the helmet on your night stand. “I thought we’d set this up here. I want to taste you, mesh’la. Want to feel you dripping down my chin” he teased, turning to send you a wink.

You felt heat rush through you at that, but you weren’t ready to give him everything he wanted just yet. “Get me naked then, trooper” you ordered, biting your lip coyly.

“Yes ma’am!” he smirked, reaching for the hem of your shirt. He wasted no time in pulling it over your head, lips descending down your neck and to your collarbone as soon as it was off you. You sighed, running your hand over his shaved head when you felt him suck a mark into your tender skin.

You shuddered as his warm tongue lathed attention on the marks he was creating, soothing them when he got a bit too rough. Although you didn’t mind, they would be a nice reminder for when he left. However you cried out when his teeth grazed a mark he had already left beneath your collarbone.

“Jesse! I’m going to look like I’ve been mauled!” you whined, pushing his head away.

“Sorry, sweetheart” he apologised, pressing an apologetic kiss to your cheek.

“It’s okay, help me off with this?” you suggested, pulling at your chest band. He nodded eagerly, not needing to be told twice as he swiftly removed it from you.

“Kriff, I can’t believe how beautiful you are” he mumbled, one hand running up your spine and the other coming to massage the tender and red flesh from your bra. He watched in rapt attention as your nipples pebbled in the cool air of the room and you felt the twitch in his pants at seeing how your body reacted to him.

Jesse leaned down, taking one of them into his mouth and flicking it gently with his tongue. Gasping, you arched into him, aided by him pressing you even further into him by the hand on your back. Suckling lightly on you, his hand came to toy with your other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the one currently in his mouth.

“Jess! Kriff, you feel so good” you sighed, closing your eyes and letting him explore your body. He hummed around you and you felt your panties dampen even more at that.

Content to just use his mouth on your breasts, his hands came down to the waistline of your trousers, pushing them and your underwear off in one go until they bunched around your knees. You helped him further, kicking them off until you stood naked before him.

“Fuck, that’s going to look so good when I watch it back. You’re always beautiful like this” he realised, pulling back so he could run his heated, lustful gaze over your exposed body.

“I don’t want to be the only naked one here, Jess” you reminded, smiling brightly up at him. You grabbed once more for the top of his blacks, swiftly pulling the offending material away from him and up over his arms. He helped bend down a little so you could get them off and you threw it away to the side, eager to see him.

Jesse smirked at you, delighting in how impatient you were to get him just as naked and bare as you. He couldn’t help it as he puffed his chest out a little, cocky side showing up just a little. He knew he looked good, and he knew that you loved looking at the way his broad chest and arms stretched over bustling muscles.

“Like what you see, mesh’la?” he teased, raising an eyebrow at you.

However, that was soon wiped off his face as you dropped to your knees in front of him. “Oh” he breathed, the sight of you in between his spread legs enough to make all blood rush to his cock. You looked gorgeous down there, looking coyly up at him through under your lashes.

“I do, but seeing as we’re not going to be able to kiss much during this; I at least wanted to make use of my mouth elsewhere” you smirked, unfastening his bottoms and pushing them down. His cock popped out of them, already delightfully hard and the head a dusky tan.

Holding back the groan that wanted to come out, you clenched your thighs together, trying to relieve the tension in between your legs at the stab of pleasure that shot through you at the sight of him. Jesse was thick everywhere, thick chest, thick thighs and thick cock. The man was build like a tank, and you could only imagine that he’ll only get bigger after completing his ARC training. You couldn’t wait to see him when he returned home to you.

But he was here now, and that was what you needed to focus on. You gripped his shaft in a light hold, running your hands up and down him a couple of times. Admiring the sight of him as he threw he head back in a groan at your teasing touch. You liked having him like this, completely at your mercy and just waiting for you to move. His hands was bunched at his waist, restraining himself from grabbing onto you. Well, you couldn’t have that.

“It’s okay love, you can hold my hair” you assured, guiding his hand into your strands before you gave an experimental lick from the bottom of his cock all the way up to the tip. Jesse cried out, hands tightening in your hair as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, running your tongue along the rim and dipping into the head.

“Holy kriffing hells!” he cursed, eyes squeezed shut at the way your warm, wet mouth felt around him. He had to stop himself from thrusting himself further into your mouth.

You moaned around the head, before pushing down his length. Your hands came up to grip his thick thighs for balance, feeling the muscles tense under your palms. Bobbing your head a few times, getting into a slow and teasing rhythm, you put your all into giving him the best blow job he had ever had in his life. If this was what he was going to be watching on those lonely nights in Kamino, you were going to make it memorable for him.

When you felt him hit the back of your throat, you pushed down the gag reflex that you had, curling your fingers around your thumb in a tight fist to keep you breathing steadily.

Jesse hissed out at the feeling of the warm huffs of air from your nose hitting the dark curls at the base of his cock. Looking down, he almost regretted it, as his balls tightened up even more. Your lips were spread wide over his thick length, holding him inside of you and keeping steady.

Finally you moved, bobbing your head up and down his length, pumping your hand around the bottom of his cock as you did. Jesse’s hand tightened and pulled on your hair, guiding you as gently as he could while you sucked hard on the tip on ever withdrawal.

The wet sounds as you took him in made arousal flood from you, and you reached down to swipe your fingers through your folds, trying to ease the pressure. You hoped he didn’t notice you do that, it would be a nice surprise for him to see just how much it affected you while you were sucking his cock.

Even when Jesse was guiding you he remained gentle, making sure not to pull too hard and let you go at the pace you wanted. Wanting to reward him for the attentive action, you looked up to meet his dark, desired filled brown orbs with your own. You could feel him shudder as your gazes locked onto each other, even more so when you cupped his balls and played with them.

“FUCK! Mesh’la… I’m not gonna last” he panted out, trying to pull you off his cock.

“It’s okay… want you to cum” you smiled filthily up at him.

Jesse had to bite his lip and slammed his eyes shut to stop himself cumming from your teasing look and words alone.

You took him back into your mouth, forcing him to the back of your throat as you kept a quick teasing rhythm.

The combination of your hand playing with his balls, the feel of your hot, cavern swallowing him down to his root and the way he could feel your throat muscles constrict around him was enough to shove Jesse off a cliff. He whined out your name as his hips thrust forward, shooting his load down your throat and gasping as you swallowed around him.

Pulling away, you licked the corner of your lips, collected the drop of spend that you hadn’t managed to get. Jesse shuddered above you, and if he hadn’t just cummed harder than he had in his life, then he would be rock hard in seconds.

Scooping you up into his arms, he pulled you to him, tasting himself on your tongue. He couldn’t help but groan, tightening his grip on your waist. Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed shut as he took in deep breaths.

“Your turn now, mesh’la” he murmured, trailing his hands up your sides. “Get on the bed, love” he instructed, giving your breasts one last squeeze before sending you on your way.

“How do you want me?” you grinned, climbing onto your bed and sending him a teasing look.

“Now, that’s a question” he chuckled, grabbing your ankles and pulling you further down the bed, closer to the night stand so that his helmet could capture everything. “Stay right there, it’s my turn to make you feel good” he said, sending you a cocky grin as he climbed up in between your legs.

Jesse pressed a trail of kisses up your thighs, his stubble burning pleasantly against your tender skin, until he gave a little nip at the point where your thigh met your hip. Looking up at you, he pushed your legs wider so his broad shoulders could fit in between them. You gasped at the movement, flushing heavily as you felt yourself even more exposed to his hungry gaze.

“You’re dripping for me love. Was you really that turned on by sucking my cock?” he grunted, hands skimming up and down your thighs.

“Yeah… love your cock” you moaned, leaning up on your elbows to watch him.

Jesse nuzzled his face into your inner thigh, delighting you at the feel of his stubble grazing against your tender skin. “God you don’t know what you do to me” he growled, before licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. He swirled his tongue around lightly before pulling away.

“Fuck!” you cursed, throwing your head back and collapsing into the bed once more. “Jesse!” you cried, hand reaching down to clutch at him. Your fingers scrambled over his head and shoulders as he began to suck lightly on you.

His fingers slid between your folds, collecting the slick that was leaking from you and spreading it around your entrance. He moved down to lick at you, groaning as the taste of you flooded his tongue. Pressing deeper into you, he couldn’t help but moan, vibrations from him causing the coil to tighten even more.

“Taste so sweet” he sighed, gripping your thighs and throwing them over his shoulders, making sure to give them a light squeeze. You took the chance to dig your heels into his lower back, urging him on as he pressed a finger into you. You huffed at the stretch of his thick finger, hips bucking against him.

“More Jesse!” you demanded, trying to push down onto his face. You groaned as you felt another finger push inside of you.

“Don’t be greedy mesh’la. You know I’m a man on my word” he chuckled, pumping his fingers at a quick pace, sliding his tongue over your clit and sucking it into his lips. You felt waves of pleasure rush over you as he pushed you to the edge, his fingers curling upwards to hit that spot inside of you.

“Please, please, I need more” you gasped, rolling your hips against his face and smearing your wetness all along his cheeks, just like he wanted.

“Yeah, you want more of my fingers, pretty girl?” he groaned, drinking in your slick. Using his arm, he pinned you down, draping his arm across your waist. Picking up his pace, he thrust his two fingers, then three inside of you, twisting and pressing against your tight walls.

You felt your pleasure building and building, threatening to push you over the edge as Jesse grazed his teeth lightly against the bundle of nerves at your core. He moaned into your glistening core, unable to help it. He would never be able to get enough of your sweet taste. You felt yourself clench around his fingers at the added stimulation, making him chuckle.

“Oh you like that, mesh’la? Like when I eat you out, lick you all up” he teased, turning to nip at your groin before running his tongue over the mark soothingly.

“Yes! Please Jess! I’m close!” you begged, trying to grind down onto his face, desperate to feel his 5 o’clock shadow scrape against you as you sought your pleasure. But his arm was like a vice against you, not allowing you to do much more than wiggle a little. Instead you clasped your thighs around his head and dug your heels into the small of his back. The only thing you could see was his tattoo sticking out from between your legs.

Jesse took your clit back into his mouth, humming deliciously around the hard nub and curled his fingers devastatingly against you. Throwing your head back, you let out a cry of his name as you fell over the edge, feeling ecstasy flow through you as he continued to lightly flick his tongue against you, helping you ride the wave of your orgasm.

When it got too much, you pushed his head away from you with a small whine. He helped you slip your thighs off his broad shoulders before he was climbing up your body, laying kisses along your curves before he reached your mouth. Pulling him down, you slotted your mouth against his, tasting your own arousal on his tongue as you felt him put his weight down on you, feeling his already hard length against your stomach. The taste of you mixing together on your tongues was making you feel a bit heady and you could feel the sparks beginning again.

“Looks like you got your wish” you breathed, pulling away to wipe some of your slick from his cheek. You gasped as he pulled your finger into his mouth, running his tongue over the pad and sucking it gently.

“Hmm, you taste delicious baby” he said, sending you a sexy smirk as he saw how wide your eyes had blown at him.

“Insatiable” you muttered, cupping his cheek and enjoying the way he nuzzled into your palm in a soft gesture of affection. “Ready for round 2?” you asked, rolling your hips up to his.

“Kriff, the sounds and taste of you got me so hard baby, I nearly blew a load just watching you cum” he admitted, flush blossoming on his cheeks and down his neck.

You couldn’t help but grin, feeling proud of the way you affected Jesse so much. He was so handsome and such a brave soldier. So knowing you could reduce him to a hot, hard mess just from eating you out did wonders for your confidence levels.

“Yeah, that’s right baby. You make me so hard without even trying. Every time I see you, makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and fuck you silly” he whispered, laying kisses along your jaw before coming to stop to press the words into your ear.

Shuddering at the feel of his warm breath and the way his words had you clenching around nothing, you took his hand and slid it in between you. “Jesse, I need you to fuck me now” you ordered, biting your lip as you watched his eyes darken and his face took on a hungrier look.

“Alright pretty girl, let me go get my bucket. It’s going to look so good watching you bounce on my dick” he nodded, as he got to his knees and grabbed the helmet from off the side.

Almost forgetting it was there, you stopped Jesse before he put it on. “One last kiss?” you requested. It made Jesse smile and press his lips softly against yours, savouring the feel and taste of you before you pulled away, panting.

Donning the helmet, it almost felt like a weight was added onto you as you stared into the black visor. Trying to catch his eyes through it was impossible, all you could see was your own blissed and fucked out expression as you waited for him to get comfortable.

“Ready for this?” he asked a final time, running his hands up and down your thighs, soothingly. His voice sounded even deeper when coming through his mouth piece.

“Yeah, yeah I am” you confirmed, trailing your hands up his chest and tweaking one of his nipples.

Jesse’s hips rocked forward as a hiss came through the modulator. “Want you to ride me for a bit” he told you, lying down beside you on the bed. You went to turn around and straddle him but he shook his head, hands falling on your hips to still you. “Not like that, pretty girl. I want to see your ass bounce as you take me” he explained, lifting your leg up to shuffle you over to him.

You felt your body flush at that, could just imagine what you would look like as he recorded you taking him like this. Placing your hands on his thick thighs for balance, Jesse helped guide you until you were hovering over his cock.

A loud groan was heard from behind you, as Jesse’s hands came to squeeze your ass. “God, you don’t know how good you look like this mesh’la. This ass… I could worship every day and it would never be enough” he sighed, spreading your cheeks apart.

Biting your lip, you reached down to notch his cock against your entrance before taking a deep breath and sinking down on him. The stretch was always a struggle, enhanced by Jesse’s handful of your ass keeping you spread open, his cock just as thick as the rest of him. Letting out a whimper as you slowly let your hips meet his until he was buried all the way inside of you. You took in a few deep gasping pants, the feel of him splitting you open.

“Oh, mesh’la… fuck! You feel so good, so tight around me. Should see the way you take me in, like you were made for me. Like I was made to fit inside of your pretty little hole” he growled out, filth falling from his mouth as he stared at the way you just swallowed him inside of you.

“Fuck! Jesse! Don’t say things like that” you hissed out, eyes slammed close to keep yourself still until you became used to his size.

“Why not, baby? It’s true, isn’t it?” he teased, hands trailing soothingly up and down the expanse of your back.

You nodded, relaxing back into the warmth of his hands and feeling your inner muscles flutter around him. “’Cause I’m gonna cum if you do” you warned, finally feeling the stretch transition into pleasure at the way he filled you up just right.

“Want you to love, want to make you feel so good” he promised, hands coming to squeeze your hips as you lifted yourself up off his cock before falling down in a short, quick move. He gasped, feeling the way your walls clutched at his length on every rise before swallowing him down on every fall.

“Oh, you do! Make me feel so good” you breathed, pushing yourself up onto your knees and entwining your hands with the ones on your hips. He squeezed your fingers, letting you decide the pace for the moment as you continued to take his cock deep inside of you, determined to listen to all the pretty sounds Jesse was making as you rode him.

His cock was splitting inside of you as you felt yourself gush around him, making arousal pool at the base of him. Rocking up and down on him, losing yourself in the way that his tip brushed against that spot inside of you that just felt so good. You could already feel another orgasm coming, stoked by your rolling hips against him and the way he thrust up into you.

Every ridge and throbbing vein along his length could be felt as you dragged yourself up and down his length, grinding your hips against him every time he bottomed out. The coil inside of you was getting tighter and tighter and your pace began to falter as another release approached.

“Oh fuck me, gorgeous. You feel amazing around me” he groaned, hands guiding you up and down, supporting you as you rode him. When your thighs burned and you couldn’t keep your rhythm going, he tugged you down and lifted you harshly, making you cry out and fall forward, clutching at his powerful thighs as he thrust up into you.

“Jesse!” you shouted, breath hitching in your throat as soon as you had finished. The room felt sweltering, and you could feel the heat coming from the pair of you. It made you feel like you would combust with pleasure as Jesse stoked the flames inside of you higher and higher.

“Hold on love, want to change positions” he murmured, and that was the only warning you received before the hands guiding you up and down his cock suddenly gripped your hips tightly and flipped you over onto your front, cock still pressed inside you.

The moan you let out echoed across the room at the way he was pinning you down with his body, hands coming to squeeze at the globes of your arse before landing a quick swat to you. The sharp, pain radiated from your cheek before he ran a soothing hand over you, making you grit your teeth and hiss out as your budding release started to ebb now that he wasn’t pounding into you any longer.

Jesse rolled his hips against your ass for a moment longer before he was pulling out with a breathless chuckle when you whined at him leaving you empty, even for a moment. He gripped your thighs bringing them up underneath you to support your weight. Keeping you steady with a hand at your waist, the other gripped his cock, pushing the tip through your folds and brushing it against your clit. You groaned into the sheets beneath you, hands twisting the material as you threw your hips back to chase the pleasure he was teasing you with. Jesse’s speaker gave a mix between a groan and an airy laugh before he moved. The change in angle was devastating as he slid back into you.

You could feel him even deeper inside of you now, hips pressed against your ass as his length carved out a place for himself inside of you. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing and drawing him further in until he let out a loud cry of your name. Pushing your hips further back into him, not caring you were on display for him as you arched your back, trying to encourage him to move.

“Don’t know how perfect you look babe, so beautiful like this. Spread out for me to take, to fuck this pretty little hole like you deserve. Oh! Do you like this? Being like this for me? Being a good girl and waiting for me to fuck her” he drawled, pulling his length out slowly and gritting his teeth at the way you clutched onto his cock, eager to keep it inside of you. Drawing out the tension as you continued to writhe and nudge at his legs with your own, he held you there for a moment longer, just the tip of his cock inside of you.

“JESSE!” you yelled, reaching behind you to try and get a hold on him.

He slammed his cock back into you, hand gripping the wrist of your hand and pinning it to the small of your back.

You screamed at the way his cock pushed deeper inside of you, splitting you open on his length as he kept a hurried and rough pace. The way Jesse was holding you, pinning you down and keeping you into him left you feeling unmoored, like you could do nothing but lie there and take the hard thrusts that he gave you. Your shoulders burned a little from where he was holding them, but you didn’t care, the feeling just mixing with the heat and want that was running through you.

“That’s it baby, can feel you tightening around me. Such a good girl, letting me record you like this. Gonna get me rock hard in seconds just listening to the sounds you make as I fuck you” Jesse growled, hips continuing to slam into you.

“Yes! Yes! Please!”

Jesse hissed out as he landed another smack to your ass, feeling how you tightened around him so much he nearly couldn’t pull out. “Kriffing hells babe!” he cursed, throwing his head back and you could hear the way he struggled for breath through the speakers of his helmet.

Feeling him rub against your walls, ridges digging into the soft, spongy part of you, had you biting your teeth into the pillow beneath you. However, you had to gasp and almost shot up off the bed as you felt the hand on your hip venture lower, teasing your clit in between rough calloused fingers. It sent you soaring into your release, barely registering how close you were before Jesse had shoved you over. You sobbed at how good it felt, tears soaking the pillow beneath you as he slowed his pace down so he wouldn’t overstimulate you.

He pulled out, helping to turn you over onto your back. Warm hands cupped your cheeks, thumbing away the tears as you came down from your high. “Ssh, that’s it, mesh’la. You’re okay, did so good for me” he praised, soft touches against your sides and stomach enough to bring you back down.

“Jess” you breathed, trailing your own fingers down his sweaty chest, the dark hair curling slightly as it clung to him. You noticed he was still hard, cock dripping with his own pre-cum and your juices. Determined to help him, you reached for his length but he stopped you.

“Think you can handle another round, baby?” he asked, no expectation or judgement in his voice. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, and if you weren’t he’d handle it himself.

“Hmm, I want you Jess” you hummed, running your hands over the toned planes of his chest and his bulging biceps. He was so strong and yet so gentle with you, it made you fall even more in love with your gentle warrior.

“Greedy” he teased, situating himself in between your spread legs. He noticed the head of his cock against your puffy lips and opening, eyes meeting yours to check in with you.

Smiling softly at him, you nodded, spreading yourself wider and welcoming him into your tight, wet heat.

Jesse groaned just as loudly as you did when he re-entered you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you clutched onto his shoulders, hissing slightly at feeling full again so soon.

“Alright mesh’la?” he frowned, stilling above you.

“Yeah, just… can feel you everywhere” you admitted, taking in a few steadying breaths as the heat that hadn’t fully gone away was returning just from feeling him inside of you. You didn’t even have to see Jesse’s face to know that he would be looking smug at the way you praised him.

“Good, want you feeling me for days afterwards baby. I’m going to miss you when I’m gone, want to give you a reminder that I’ll be coming back to you, I promise” he breathed, love and sadness clinging onto his voice at the thought of him leaving you for his training.

“Don’t need a reminder, know you’ll keep your word, love. My Jesse. Gonna miss you too, but for now, you’re still here. With me” you soothed, hitching your legs around his waist and pulling him deeper inside of you.

“Yeah I am, baby. I’m right here” he agreed, resting his helmet against your forehead for a moment before pulling back. You knew what that meant, and melted at the kiss he had given you with his bucket on.

Jesse started off slow, building the pace to make sure that you could take it after your second release. It had been a powerful one, he could still feel the way your walls fluttered slightly in the aftermath. Keeping one hand by your head to keep himself steady, his other came to cup your breast, massaging and squeezing you before running his thumb over your hardened bud.

You gasped, arching your back to press your chest into his exploring hand. He continued to fuck into you, rolling his hips quicker now as your hand raised up to mirror his actions on your other breast.

Jesse looked down at you, in awe at the way your small hand was pleasuring yourself compared to his large one. It just reminded him how much bigger he was compared to you, how much he covered you with his body as he thrust into you sharply. It was so kriffing hot! You were so hot!

Looping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down to you to press a kiss to where his mouth would be. A strangled groan left Jesse at the soft, intimate gesture, a sharp contrast to how he was fucking you. Just because he couldn’t kiss you, didn’t mean you couldn’t kiss him.

“Love fucking you like this, seeing the way you take me, the way your face looks every time I thrust deep” he grunted, rolling his hips and pushing even deeper into you to hammer home his words. You could feel your face screw up, hands tightening on his shoulders at the feel of him spearing into you. “Look so pretty, my pretty girl” he murmured, keeping his visor trained on your face.

“Jesse, please! ‘M so close” you cried, bucking into his hips to try and get as close as possible to him.

“I know sweetheart, gonna cum for me?” he moaned, hand slipping in between you to circle your clit just above where you two were joined.

“Please, please, please, please!” you begged, tightening your legs around his waist and clinging onto him. You were so close, your body tensing up as you approached your release. A harsh rub at the bundle of nerves along with a sharp thrust from Jesse, had you screaming his name, shuddering against his form as pleasure washed over you, wave after wave until it felt like it was never going to stop.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. I’m close, baby. Just let me… just a bit longer” he murmured sweetly into your ear, rhythm faltering as he thrust a few more times.

You sobbed out at the overstimulation but wanted him to cum. Wanted to feel him shoot his load inside of you.

Jesse groaned, a harsh noise leaving him like it was punched out of him as he stilled, his form trembling over yours as he coated your insides with his release.

“Damn, girl, you shouldn’t say that. Made me cum right on the spot” he panted, resting his head against your neck.

Letting out an airy chuckle, you ran your fingers up and down the back of his head and across his neck. You were surprised that those words had left your lips, too out of it to realise you had spoken aloud the thoughts in your head. But it worked, Jesse had filled you with his cum. But his bucket was starting to dig into you and you gently pushed him away.

“Sorry mesh’la” he apologised, sitting up and letting his softening cock slip out of you.

You hissed at the feeling of your combined releases leaking from you, running down your thighs and onto the bed.

“Kriff, that’s so hot, mesh’la” he murmured, fingers scooping to collect both of your cum and push it back inside of you. “Never gonna be able to not cum to this sight” he told you in awe, glancing up from your dripping core and to your slack face.

“Jesse!” you whined, pushing his hand away as it became just on the wrong side of overstimulated.

“Alright mesh’la, you stay there and I’ll clean us both up” he promised, taking off his bucket and placing it on the side. He climbed off the bed, and you were pleased to see him stumble a little on unsteady legs. You affected him just as much as he did you.

Lying back with a sigh, you felt the aches along your body and couldn’t help but feel pleased, satisfaction curling around you like the tooka that got the cream.

Jesse returned with a wet cloth, the water warm and soothing against you. He was gentle as he cleaned you up, pressing soft kisses along your stomach before he was finished and throwing the rag into your laundry basket.

You made grabby hands at him, wanting to feel him close to you and holding you in his arms. Chuckling, Jesse climbed up the bed, and scooped you into his arms, wrapping one around your shoulder and one around the knee you flung over his middle.

“Hmm, I like you when you’re like this. All warm and soft” he whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown.

“So do I! You get all cuddly and cute, like a needy tooka” you teased him, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Takes one, to know one mesh’la” he retorted, pulling you closer to him.

Giggling at his response, you let your body relax into his, sleep tingling on the edges of your consciousness now. “I love you Jess” you murmured into his heated skin.

Jesse closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of your smell and how you felt pressed against him. “I love you too, mesh’la. So much” he replied, voice shaking a little at the intensity of his emotions at this moment.

He loved you so much, you were a balm to the harshness of his world, to the realities of a soldier. And though he would gladly give his life in service to the Republic, he couldn’t help but want to see the other end of it with you. Maybe after the war, he would finally ask you to be his riddur. He already had the ring and everything prepared, but he wanted both of you to be free from this war when you started your new life together.

Hearing the way your breathing evened out against him, Jesse sighed, content to stay awake in this moment with you.

[touchstarvedasclones]

Updated GAR Uniforms

Here's the general uniform design. I do have colored ones for specific battalions. But that's for another time.

I would like to mention that I used a male form I found on Shuttershock via Google. But everything on the drawings are drawn by me, using references and not tracing.

Here's the standard Trooper design. All the colors are listed on the side.

OKAY here we go!

NOTE: final designs can be found here!

The areas that would have the battalion color are white on this design because a battalion hasn't been assigned.

But this isn't the unassigned design, because there's additional details to the shoulder drape that you can't see on this version.

Next is the Commander variant of the design, because I figured having the commanders easy to spot in the crowd is a good idea.

So as you can see, the commanders have a gold collar, along with gold along the shoulder drape and the ruffle. It would be metallic fabric, but I don't know how to draw it (so just imagine).

Now... I was thinking that there's more than just commanders and standard troopers, right?

So I added one more variant, reserved for ARC Troopers, Commandos, Captains; the not-quite commanders, but not standard by any means.

It's the same as the Commander Variant, aside from the silver instead of gray (again, supposed to be metallic)

I'll get the variants of battalions up.

Favorite part of this project: shoulder drapes

Least favorite part of this project: the boots. I hate the boots

If anyone wants to use these designs in fanart, please credit me and tag me so I can see them! :D

[tcw-x-reader]

When The World Comes to Pieces

Crosshair x reader x Tech (no clonesest, ew), usual star wars violence, swearing maybe?

"I don't like this.." I mumble as Crosshair and I put our rifles together.

"What do you mean?" Hunter calls from the front, turning his head to look at me.

"I don't know...I feel, uneasy." I say, looking up at him.

"If you hurl on me, I'll kill you." Crosshair says, standing up and lifting up his rifle, testing the weight.

"Duly noted." I reply, moving to the front of the ship.

"Don't worry, when we get back to Kamino, we'll be back in our own barracks." Echo says, I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but the smell in that room only made me sicker. I sigh as I sat in the seat by Wrecker.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

-

As we make our way back to where Caleb said we were needed, Crosshair and I break off from the group and get on top of a rock formation of sorts, aiming our weapons below. We shoot the droids down, one by one, making a path for the others to run through.

"Wrecker's having too much fun with this." I chuckle and Crosshair groans.

"As long as he gets the job done, he can have as much fun as he wants."

"Crosshair, N/n, let's get these tanks moving!" Hunter's voice says through comms.

"You heard the man." I say.

"Sir, yes, sir." Crosshair says, and it almost sounds like he's excited. We both take aim and shoot at the same time, the lines connecting to the tanks and Wrecker goes and starts pushing them.

'Huh? Hey. Stop that. Adjust the stabilizers. We're going over!' We both hear the droid scream through Echo's comm. I laugh boisterously and don't miss the shake of Crosshair's shoulders as he tries not to laugh as well. We both watch the tanks go over and Tech detonate the bomb. Cross and I both run down the hill and when the blast goes off he instinctively shields me before we start running down again. We meet up with them at the bottom, Wrecker pulling me to him and cheering.

"You saw that, right!" He smiles under the helmet.

"I did! That was awesome!" I say.

"Oh please, don't encourage him." Crosshair groans.

"What was it you said uo there again? Hm..Oh yeah 'as long-'" Crosshair brings me to his chest, putting his hand over my mouth as we continue to walk.

"Not. Another. Word." He lets go.

"If you wanted to cuddle, you could've just asked." He rolls his eyes, flicking my forehead.

"You're dead." He hums.

"Well, it's been real." I shrug, he mused.

-

We make our way out of the dust that settles and to the Jedi and their Captain.

"Care to introduce your new friends, Caleb?" The Jedi master asks, I can't help but feel a sense of loss when I look at her. My brow furrows.

"Yes, Master. This is Wrecker, Hunter, Echo, Tech, Crosshair, and Y/n. Clone Force 99." I smile politely.

.

"The Clone War may soon be over." Tech says, and I feel my stomach drop, i subtly grab my side and my chest tightens. Why did I like the sound of that?

"I am referring to the encrypted comm chatter. Clone intelligence is reporting Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has found and engaged General Grievous on Utapau."

"If he captures or kills Grievous, the Separatist command structure will collapse." Echo says.

"And most likely the droid armies along with them." Tech adds.

"-I suggest we focus on the task at hand." The Jedi General says.

"Any orders? Or shall we do what we do?" Hunter asks.

"Let's blow something up!" Wrecker says enthusiastically, making me snort. The Jedi padawan runs alongside us, and yet again, I feel my gut clench. And then...I hear it.

'Execute Order 66.' No.. No, that's not, that can't be right. I turn around and gasp at the Jedi, who's now engaged in a battle with her own troops, the very ones who were defending her five minutes ago. Her padawan runs to her and I hear her yell for him to run, I run up behind him and grab his robes, pushing him back and grabbing my rifle.

"No, stop!" He yells, hitting my gun.

"I won't hurt her." I say. "But you need to run." I say, making my way back to Crosshair and Hunter.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asks, grabbing ahold of my shoulder when I run past.

"Yeah- What was that? Why are they..?" He shakes his head.

"We don't know, for now, we need to make sure that kid makes it." He says, and I nod. He runs down a drift, Cross and I following behind.

.

For a split second, Crosshair hesitates. Out of the corner of my eye, i watch him lift his rifle to where the kid is, Hunter is too distracted to notice. Crosshair shakes his head, clutching at the side of his head, letting the rifle drop. He looks up and we make eye contact briefly, I nod to him, silently checking in. He nods in reply.

All three of us see the kid, Caleb, run to the cliff. My heart stops.

"No!" I shriek as he jumps..and.....makes it. I grab at my chest plate, where my heart is, and sigh. Hunter's hand pats my shoulder before pulling away as the other clones come down. We all silently walk away from them and back to the others.

.

"I don't- What was that? And what..What's..I was.." Hunter sighs.

"You left, N/n, nothing will happen to you. You're a part of this team, and an effective one too-"

"You already have a sniper." I state, making Crosshair smack the back of my head as he walks by.

"Emi. You're a vital part of this team, and a part of this squad, don't ever doubt that." Hunter said.

"Yes, according to the data I've collected, our numbers have accelerated at a higher rate with Emi on missions with us." Thank you, Tech.

"Thank you, boy wonder." Tech looks up at me.

"One day, i hope to understand the odd language you use."

"Funny, i think i could say the same about you." He smiles at me.

"Feeling better?" Wrecker asks, coming in and jostling me in a friendly manner.

"She'd probably feel better if you didn't manhandle her like she's a droid." Crosshair says, making Wrecker pout.

"Stow it, Crosshair." Echo and i say, making Crosshair groan.

"Now there's two of them."

.

Later that night, we're all in our bunks on the ship, I can hear Tech's snoring, and Wrecker's mumbling, and usually that doesn't prevent me from sleeping, but tonight it does.

"N/n, come here if you're planning to worry yourself mad." Crosshair says from the bunk next to me. I smile, getting out of mine and crawling into his, he acts upset, even though he's the one who suggested it.

"I knew you wanted to cuddle." i say, snuggling into him.

"Yeah, yeah." he rolls his eyes, i don't have to see to know. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Over the last few months, I'd noticed it become habit for him to do so when he was stressed.

"I saw that look in your eyes, you know...I knew you held back." I say, his hand stills.

"...I wanted to, I heard the order, I wanted to...follow orders." He stumbles over his words. "But I knew you'd kill me if I ever hurt anyone innocent, so I tried." I tilt my head up to him, looking into his guilt-ridden eyes.

"We'll figure all of this out."

"Yeah," he nods, pulling me to his chest again, "we will."

[aspenstarflare]

Time for more Clone wars Head Cannon time:

-The 501st and 212th defiantly have bets against each other of the state of Anakin and Padmé’s relationship but also Obi-Wan and Cody’s. Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, and Boil organizing these bets whenever the two legions are together (of course under the noses, of General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Cody).

-Kix sleeps literally with one eye open, due to his Jedi trying to escape the medbay every time he falls asleep. Every time he drags them back to bed he always mutters something along the line of “stupid self sacrificing jedi ideology, whoever thought the force was a free pass to self neglect will feel my wrath.”

-Speaking of Kix, the entire 501st and also the 212th by extension are terrified of him, once 10 droid invaded his medical tent and he took them all out on his own without a blaster. He also can single handily drag one of his jedi or troopers to the medbay without effort.

-Fives and Echo, the chaos twins who bring destruction wherever they go, will try to sneak into Anakin’s council meetings get into his line of sight, and try everything that is possible to make him laugh. During one meeting where they are more particularly funny Anakin just stands there in a council meeting trying to be silent and stiff as a board while he’s shaking from laughter and mace goes “Is something funny skywalker?” and fives falls on his head from doing a handstand at that moment and Anakin loses it and bursts out laughing like a maniac but refuses to explain why to the council ever. So for the rest of the history of the council, they all think Anakin finds Yoda going on mission to be kriffin hilarious.

-After tough missions the troopers of the 501st like to huddle together in a cuddle pile (although only Ahsoka calls it that), Ahsoka discovering this one night while they were all sleep in their huddle, hopped into the pile and snuggled up with them as she couldn’t fall asleep because of a nightmare that has her in a panic attack and Anakin was no where to be found. Cut to the next morning Anakin is panicking about where Ahsoka is and bursts into the barracks to ask the troopers if they’ve seen Ahsoka just to find her in the pile of his troopers between Jesse and Fives. He finds the sight too wholesome to disrupt so he takes a picture of it and leaves. Letting his children sleep in. He ends up framing that picture in his quarters much to Ahsoka’s annoyance when she finds it.

-Sometimes when the clones in the 501st have a illness like a cold instead of going to Kix (much to his annoyance) they to to their General. Sometimes they just want General Skywalker’s hugs, reassurance, and help. Appreciating the fatherly presence and warmth he gives them. He also happens to be really good at spotting when his troopers are ill, which Kix does actually appreciate because better they get General Skywalkers help then no help. (And Anakin does eventually tend to bring his sick troop to the medbay to make sure they’re alright)

-Sometimes on missions where locals are around a person or two has flirted with Ahsoka making her annoyed and uncomfortable as most of them tended being men older than her, but even the people who are age appropriate make her uncomfortable too as she isn’t interested in anyone at all. Usually Anakin would cut in and tell them to Kriff off and get away from his Padawan, but this time, Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Hardcase beat him to it. With Fives punching the 30 year old guy in the face, Echo shoving him to the ground, Jesse kicking him in the side, Hardcase stepping on him hard so he can’t move, and Rex telling him to never speak or go near his little sister again, telling him to kriff off before he faces a fate worse than death. Anakin smiles at them proudly while Ahsoka silently cries happy tears in the background from being called a “little sister” by her vod.

-I believe it’s already canon or a really universal headcanon that the clones speak mando, but I believe once Anakin and especially Ahsoka learn this they are both immensely determined to learn how to speak it, much to the hesitance to the 501st initially, they aren’t sure as it’s something that their’s. But quickly they get really close to both the commander and general and adopt them as their Vod’ika and Buir and teach them a few words until by the near end of the war it escalates to basically the entire language. (Anakin cries a lot when he learns what Buir means)

[touchstarvedasclones]

Here's the first chapter of my TMNT Star Wars crossover AU, where the Ninja Turtles grew up Mandalorians.

Mando Turtles Chapter 1: Reliability

[advertingpizza]

A painful lesson

It had only been a tenday since Sykobe was rescued, and the Supernova company had still been learning to adjust to their new addition. With the blessing of their Jedi general, Waves and his squad of commandos had been tasked with attempting to teach the Togruta.

It only took a few hours for the batch to learn that Sykobe was almost completely unable to speak Basic, save the occasional word here and there. After an unfortunate amount of research on Sykobe's particular subspecies, they slowly began to form a bond through various means of nonverbal communication. Chuffing, purring, head rubbing and even platonic snuggling were all very successful methods of bonding with Sykobe, leading the batch to have nightly cuddle piles to ensure their alien acquaintance felt at home.

On the sixth day of attempting assimilation, clone commando Jester was doing routine cleaning of the barracks when he stumbled across what appeared to be Sykobe's nest of stolen blankets and pillows scrunched up in a corner. Not knowing any better, he mistakenly began to take and return the various comfort items to their original locations without knowing the territorial Togruta had been taking a nap beneath the stash. Unfortunately for him, Sykobe did not take kindly to his nest being completely torn apart and was extremely quick to make his displeasure known.

Following the incident, Waves brough his concerns to Commander Hurricane, who was gracious enough to donate a wooden post for enrichment to prevent further scratch attacks from occurring.

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

A Mother's Lullaby

501st & Jedi!Fem!Reader

Summary: After returning home from a long campaign, you and your soldiers find it difficult to fall asleep. Echo has a bad dream which starts a chain reaction of clones entering your room looking for a different place to sleep for the night.

Pairing: 501st & Jedi!Fem!Reader

Characters: Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Hardcase, Tup, Kix, Dogma

Tags & Warnings: platonic clone cuddles, snuggles, and kisses, smidge of angst, comfort, fluff

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: I came up with this one from a dream I had. All gestures are 100% platonic. The lullaby the reader sings can be found here. Honestly, these boys need all the cuddles, snuggles, and love they can get. As always, please enjoy! 💚

After being away for several rotations on a long campaign with the 501st, you have finally made it back home to Coruscant. You leave your weary troops in the barracks and head towards your chambers to clean up and get some rest. You enjoy your first warm meal in what feels like forever and hop in the shower to wash the grime off your skin. You let the hot water caress your body as you stand underneath its invigorating spray, never wanting to leave the warmth. 

You finish your shower, slip on your night clothes, and crawl into your bed. You nestle under the covers and take a deep breath, letting the familiar scents of your room fill your senses. There’s nothing quite like sleeping in one’s own bed. At last, you can get some good sleep. Sleep during campaigns is always a hit or miss and never the top priority, but when you’re here, when you’re home, you can sleep comfortably knowing no one is trying to end your life or the life of your men. 

However, tonight you endlessly toss and turn in your bed. You're exhausted, you know it, you can feel it. You want to sleep desperately, but something is keeping you awake. You continue to toss and turn, but slumber seems to escape you. You sigh and stare up at the ceiling in defeat. So much for a good night's rest. After all those long nights on the hard ground with blaster and cannon fire, you wish for nothing more than to sleep.

Unexpectedly, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by a presence entering your room. It’s too dark to see anything, but through the force, you can see exactly who it is. “Echo?” you ask while sitting up against your pillow.

“Ah, sorry to wake you general,” Echo answers while putting an awkward hand on his neck. 

“I wasn’t asleep,” you admit with a sigh as you rub your forehead. “Are you having trouble sleeping too?”

“I…” Echo begins to answer, but hesitates, unsure of how to say what he wants to say. “I had a bad dream.”

You cock your head to the side and give him a sympathetic smile. “Dreams are only dreams, Echo. They can’t hurt you.”

“Yeah,” Echo agrees half-heartedly. “I know.”

You sense he has something else to say, but he is too nervous to ask you. “Is there something else you want, Echo?” you ask to try and get him to tell you. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Echo opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it. He doesn’t want to step out of bounds with you as his general, but he also doesn’t want to go back to the barracks. Finally, he musters the courage and asks. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

You’re initially taken aback by the request, but your heart softens towards the tired clone. The nightmares that plague him must be horrific if he wants to sleep with his general. You think about it for a moment, but decide that it won’t hurt to let him stay the night with you. You pat the empty portion of the bed to the right of you to show him your approval. “Come here.” 

Still a little wary of the idea, Echo meanders his way over to the bed and crawls from the base up to where you are. You stretch out your arm and invite him to rest his head on your chest. He obliges with a little hesitancy and you gently drape your arm over his side and back. You can feel every ounce of tension in his body escape at your touch. He breathes deeply and lets out a relaxed sigh, knowing nothing can hurt him now.

You smile at the clone clinging to you and run your fingers through his hair. As a Jedi, you’re not allowed to have attachments, but there’s nothing in the code that says you can’t show compassion. These clones. They’re children, stuck in adult bodies, fighting a war that they never asked for. They never asked to be created. They never asked to be expendable. They never asked to be slaughtered. The least you can do is to offer them some sort of comfort. 

As you settle in with Echo and to try to get some rest, you sense another presence come into your room. Perhaps you should keep your room locked from now on. As the figure enters your dark room, you can see through the force that its Fives. “Looking for Echo?” you ask knowingly.

“Uh, yeah,” Fives answers with a jolt of surprise. “How’d you know?”

“The domino twins will always be inseparable,” you chuckle softly. “Where one goes, the other usually follows.”

“I didn’t think we were that predictable,” Fives rolls his eyes.

“Let’s just say that it doesn’t take a force wielder to know your thoughts,” you explain with a smile. “Would you like to join your brother?”

“I can’t sleep well without him nearby,” Fives admits as he crawls over the base of the bed and scooches next to Echo.

“Better?” you ask while looking over at him.

“Much better,” Fives answers as he nuzzles into the blankets.

You look down at both the clones now sleeping in your bed and you smile. You never thought something like this would occur, but here you are. It’s not that you don’t want them here, but you do feel a weird sense of maternal instinct as they lay there in your presence. Clearly they feel safe with you, but you’re not sure why. Other than being their General, leading them into battle, force healing their wounds, and giving them pep-talks, you’re not sure why they are attached to you.

Your thoughts are once again interrupted by a figure entering your room. You let out a slightly exasperated sigh when you realize it is yet another clone tip-toeing his way into your bedroom. “Looking for something, Jesse?” you ask the sneaking clone.

Caught by surprise, Jesse stumbles back into the wall. “Uh, well, you see,” he begins to explain in earnest. “Echo and Fives aren’t in their bunks, and they’re usually up to no good when they’re together, so I went looking for them.”

“Well, you found them,” you point out in a hushed tone. “They’re right here, sleeping with me.” 

Jesse pauses as he thinks about the situation before him. “Can…” he begins to ask. “Can I sleep here too?” 

“I don’t see why not,” you answer. Your bed is definitely big enough, but you’re still not sure why all these clones want to sleep in your room. They have the barracks and bunks of their own, and they sleep with all their brothers. It is odd to you, but nevertheless, you let him climb into bed with you, Echo, and Fives. He crawls over the end of the bed and situates himself on the left side of the bed, across from the others. Close, but not close enough to touch you. You smile at his reservation. 

As you begin to nod off, you’re pulled awake by yet another disturbance in your room. You wonder if you’re ever going to get any sleep at this rate. You look up at the figure standing across from the bed and with a sigh you ask them what they want. “What do you need Hardcase?”

“Oh, you knew it was me, huh?” Hardcase asks with a little embarrassment.

“You have a very distinct pattern in the force,” you answer with a small yawn.

“Really?” he questions with great interest. “I do?”

“Technically, you all do,” you explain further. “So, what can I do for you?”

“Jesse, Echo, and Fives aren’t in their bunks,” Hardcase begins to explain. “I thought they went to the refresher, but when they didn’t come back, I got worried.”

You smile at him and his concern for his brothers. “Don’t worry,” you soothe. “They’re right here with me.”

“What?” he questions with reproach. “They get to sleep with you? No fair!”

“Would you like to sleep here too?” you propose, thinking one more clone wouldn’t hurt. 

“Really?” he asks with excitement. “Can I?” 

“Only if you keep your voice down,” you hush as you feel Echo stir under your arm.

“Oh,” he quickly whispers. “Right. Gotcha. I’ll be quiet.”

Hardcase crawls into bed next to Jesse and Jesse wraps an arm around his brother to make sure he feels included. You look around at the group of clones covering your bed and let out a small chuckle. You’re not sure how one turned into four, but there’s no going back now. You can only hope that no more wayward clones will show up in your bedroom looking for a different place to sleep or their missing brothers.

However, your thoughts betray you as you sense Kix’s force presence entering your room. Should have seen that one coming. “If you’re looking for Echo, Fives, Jesse, or Hardcase, they’re here with me,” you announce, deciding to jump to the chase. 

“You sound exhausted,” Kix jests as he folds his arms. “I can make them leave, you know.”

“It’s fine,” you answer while running your fingers through Echo’s hair. You remind yourself why you began this little clone sleepover in the first place and smile softly. “Sometimes, we just need each other.”

“Amen to that,” Kix agrees. “You got room for one more?”

“Of course,” you smile at the medic. “Grab a spot wherever you can find one.”

Kix crawls over Jesse and Hardcase, kicking them playfully in the process, and flops himself across from you near the edge of the bed. He grabs a fistful of covers and nuzzles them softly. You smile wide at his childish movements. They really are just children. Children who had their childhoods stolen from them. You can’t quite reach Kix, but if you could, you would rub his back to lull him to sleep. Maker knows medics need their sleep.

No sooner does Kix settle in, do you feel another force presence enter the room. This one is a little more cautious, as if he’s contemplating that he doesn’t belong. You feel his hesitation and call out to him. “Dogma. You can come in.”

“General,” he acknowledges as he steps closer. “I don’t mean to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding, Dogma,” you reassure the hesitant clone.

“Can…” Dogma begins, still feeling like he’s not allowed to ask for this. “Can I sleep here too?”

Your heart softens at his innocent and heartfelt plea, and you smile at him. “Yes, Dogma. You’re welcome here too.”

He smiles back and crawls across the edge of the bed and nestles neatly just below Echo and Fives. You wonder about Dogma sometimes, because he keeps to himself a lot and has trouble opening up to others. You feel great reservation from him, even on the battlefield. But you’ve heard from the others that his previous general was abusive and uncaring. It breaks your heart that anyone could be so malicious towards such beautiful souls. They didn’t deserve that.

Suddenly, you feel an intense presence of sadness and fear enter your room. Your heart begins to race as the force scrunches around you. You want to jolt up out of bed, but you don’t want to disturb your sleeping clones. As the force becomes less distorted, you can finally see who it is. “Tup?” you ask with concern. “Are you okay? You scared me.”

“They left me alone,” Tup says through a shaky breath while clenching his fists. “I don’t want to be alone.”

The pain in his voice breaks your heart. Every ounce of maternal instinct in you tells you to get up and hug this sad clone until all his pain is gone, but you can’t get up at the moment, not with all these sleeping clones surrounding your every side. Instead you invite him to come join you by patting the open real estate next to your left side. “Come here, Tup.” 

He rushes over to the bedside and crawls over Kix to get to your side. You open your free arm and let him rest his head on your chest. You can feel a little shake in his body so you rub his back and place your head atop his. “Shhh. It’s alright,” you soothe. “I’ve got you. Your brothers are right here with you.” You feel the force settle around him and his breathing becomes soft.

“I wish I had a mother,” Tup admits into your chest.

You're surprised by the statement, but it’s not a completely unfounded thought. The clones are test-tube babies. Copies from an original source, with no mothers to speak of. Perhaps that is why they feel safe with you. Perhaps, because you are a woman, they feel a certain level of maternal attachment to you. That’s why they feel safe. That’s why they want to sleep here with you. That’s why they relax in your presence and melt under your touch. They just want a mother.

“What’s it like having a mother?” Tup asks out of curiosity.

“I don’t really remember mine to be honest,” you answer. “I was taken from her at a young age to be trained as a Jedi.”

“Oh,” Tup answers sadly.

“But,” you continue. “I do remember that she was warm and kind. She had a good heart and would sing me lullabies to go to sleep.”

“Lullabies?” Tup wonders at the strange word.

“Yes,” you explain in a hushed tone. “Mothers sing them to their children to help them go to sleep.”

“Would you sing us a lullaby?” Tup asks as he nuzzles further into you. 

You’re shocked at the question. No one has ever asked you to sing, let alone sing a lullaby. “Well, I don’t know...” you hesitate.

You feel Echo tug gently at your hem and whispers. “Please?” 

There were several more ‘pleases’ and ‘mhms’ coming from the lumps on your bed. You look around at the seven sleepy clones and wonder how you got yourself into this predicament. But, their innocence captures your heart and you feel a tender fondness for their simple request. How hard could it be to sing them a lullaby? You close your eyes and think back to when you were still with your mother and try to remember the words and the tune she sang to you.

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby

Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay

And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow

Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune

With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet

And may you need never to banish misfortune

May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

May you bring love and may you bring happiness

Be loved in return to the end of your days

Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you

I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

You finish the lullaby as tears form in the corner of your eyes. The words of the song unlocked the sweet memories of your mother from so long ago. She was a strong and loving woman, and even though you don’t remember her face, you could feel her embrace you through the force as the lyrics of her soothing lullaby escaped your lips. Such a soft and simple song, but so full of love, care, and comfort.

You look around lovingly at the clones sleeping softly in your bed and smile. Your heart is full. They’re all sleeping peacefully, probably for the first time in a long while. But your happy thoughts are pierced with poison as you remember why they exist. The bloody war. The war that no one asked for. The war they lay their lives down for. Not all of them may come back, but for now, yes, for now they are safe here with you. 

You look up as you sense the final presence you knew would show up eventually. “Captain,” you whisper, trying not to wake the clones. Rex came into the bedroom while you were singing the lullaby and leaned against the wall while he waited for you to finish. 

“I was wondering where my men went,” Rex chuckles while looking at his sleeping soldiers spread out across your bed.

“They needed a little mothering tonight,” you say as you leave a gentle kiss on Echo’s head. 

Rex smiles. “I can see that.”

“Will you join them?” you ask. “There’s room for one more.”

Without much convincing, Rex pushes himself off the wall and crawls onto the foot of the bed. He lays sideways at the edge, positioning himself to guard over his men. Rex is a great leader and a great Captain. He cares deeply for each of his men and puts their safety above his own. It’s just like him to take the most vulnerable and uncomfortable position so his men can relax and feel covered under his dutiful watch. You smile fondly at their brotherly bond. 

You let out a small sigh and lean over to the left to leave a small kiss on Tup’s head. You would kiss them all goodnight, but the rest are too far out of your reach. “Codladh sámh, my little ones,” You whisper while leaning your head back against the pillow to finally let yourself fall asleep. “Dream of a life far away from this one.”

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(hi thank you for being understanding about my question and being cool with doing this!) can I ask for headcanons for somethin like movie night with the 501st? Gender neutral reader is fine

Of course babes. 🩷 We can do movie night any night with the 501st!

Warnings and Information: There’s nothing to do in the barracks tonight, and it’s been a long time since anyone’s seen a good movie. So, throw in like fifteen packets of popcorn in the microwave (one at a time, Hardcase) to get this popcorn poppin’, because the 501st + one good friend is having a movie night! (Once mostly everyone agrees on what to watch, of course…) Blankets, pillows, snacks, and cozy Clone cuddle-piles galore~ Who’s falling asleep first? 😴 2nd person POV with an undescribed reader who has a gender neutral nickname. Bullet point format. We’ll use a little Mando’a, as a treat. Fluff and good feelings all around. Everyone’s happy. Everyone’s safe. 💙

Word count: 1,652

The previews

There’s no paperwork to do, there’s no assignment they need to ship out for in the morning, and they’ve gone ahead and tidied up the bed racks for good measure. They could play some Sabbac to kill the time, but they’ve either lost or misplaced more than half the deck, and they don’t feel like the lights and thumping bass of the local drinking hole tonight. (It’s just not quite the same as 79’s…) Nobody really has the energy to do much of anything, but given their purpose and training as soldiers, they don’t often have nights like this where they simply do… nothing. Being idle leaves a gnawing feeling of discomfort for many in the 501st, so they’re trying to come up with a plan.

“Uh-oh. Hardcase has his thinking face on.” someone mumbles, growing slightly uneasy. 

“I got it. I’m gonna call someone.” Hardcase declares, punching in one of his favorite contacts on the comlink. This makes the ARC troopers slightly nervous. “Not the Captain, I hope-” Fives chimes in warningly. “With any luck he’s just gone to the mess.”

Hardcase shakes his head, grinning broadly before he punches ENTER on the device. “Nah, I’m not calling the Captain right now, I’m callin’ Ember!”

You’re a favorite of the 501st. At least, that’s your theory. 

And through one series of events after the other, you've become well acquainted with them and their antics.

Why else would you possibly need to be commed in the middle of a meal? “Don’t answer that.” Captain Rex advises you. You both barely started eating. It’s not an emergency tone. It can wait. But… maybe you should see who it is, first? “Umm… Hardcase is calling me.” you reply. That means one of two likely scenarios.

Boredom, or trouble.

Specifically future trouble.

(Or he’s in trouble.)

You’re at least going to see how urgently you need to scarf down your meal so the Captain has time to enjoy his for once in three blue moons. “Hello? What's going on Hardcase?” 

“Hey little flame, you wanna do something tonight? We’re bored!”

“Define bored…” You’re gonna regret asking that, you’re sure. “And who’s “we” exactly, Hardcase? How many others are listening?” The jumbled cacophony of names and voices tells you it’s mostly Torrent Company, which you pretty much expected. “... hi Echo and Fives… hello Dogma … hey there Tup, I’m doing okay, thanks… yup, just trying to eat a little dinner, Kix…” 

So why exactly did he call you, you ask Hardcase, exchanging wary glances with the cobalt captain. What's going on? "Do you know where we can find a lot of popcorn for a movie night? You and the Captain are invited too of course, little flame!"

Grab your snacks…

The bunkroom has been torn apart by the time you and Captain Rex make your way in from the mess hall, and it smells better than you imagined for military sleeping quarters. Lots of beds are missing mattresses, bedding, and pillows. Except for Dogma's. His is untouched, saved for a slight rumple in the sheets. "Boys, we're here! … Where'd all the stuff go?" You step further into the room, and find all the missing mattresses laid side-by-side on the floor near one end of the room, where everyone's either currently wrangling with the holo-projector, or taking down a few posters from the wall to clear the space that will serve as your "screen". Tup spots the pair of you first. "Oh, good. Captain and Ember are here!" 

Hardcase is grateful that you found some popcorn for movie night, and that you could come join in for the fun. "There ya are, burc'ya! Just in time to start deciding on a movie!" He offers to get a jump on getting all the popcorn bags popped too, with the promise it's not going to be like last time. Trying to pop more than one bag resulted in a small fire, last time, evidently. 

Jesse and Kix are scouring over the descent film selection together, sorting them by type or genre. Action. Horror. Family-oriented. There's- how'd this kids movie end up in here? Eh, no thanks on the war films, we see enough of that. "What about a comedy?" you suggest, rifling through the stack to see what your pickings are there. There's a couple you do and don't recognize, and some that are tied to fond memories from before the war. "This is a good one, I think most of you guys will like it. I used to watch this a lot whenever I needed a good laugh, or some cheering up." 

Everyone agrees to give it a shot at least if that's what you recommend. In any case, it'll be difficult to get everyone to agree on one holo, and more than half of men squeezed around you on this giant raft of mattresses, blankets and pillows will probably fall asleep partway through it anyhow. 

… and enjoy the show!

"C'mon Dogma, come join us!" you urge with a friendly smile, seeing him return to his neatly-made bunk. "There's plenty of room, I'm sure." Tup and Hardcase, slightly sprawled next to you on your left, would need to move a bit to make it happen. Echo and Fives are sitting nearest the projector, their shoulders brushing against one another with every little movement. Jesse has positioned himself nearest the Captain, who is also beside you on your right. "It's okay if you don't, either. Nobody's gonna force you." you add pointedly, just as you feel someone start to pull his legs under him to go drag his brother into the tangle of limbs and bedding. Maybe he's more comfortable on his bunk. Or perhaps he's not interested in a film right now.

The lights are dimmed, the snacks are passed around, and the film begins. 

You only make it fifteen minutes into the film before there's a casualty: Kix, diligent man that he is to make sure all his brothers are taken care of, falls asleep behind you. "Psst! Kix, can you pass me the- oh nevermind. Ember, could you grab the candy under his arm before it melts?" You carefully wiggle it free and pass it up to Jesse before tucking a loose blanket kicking around over Kix. Generally, once Kix is out, he's out, so the group doesn't have to worry about waking him for a while. 

Hardcase stays surprisingly still through most of the movie so long as he keeps his hands mostly occupied in some capacity, or has one of his brothers leaning on him in some way. He's a very tactile person, so it's no surprise that he's slowly migrating around the raft of mattresses as each of his brothers either allow Hardcase to fiddle around with stuff he finds in their pockets, or just hold him close in a brotherly embrace for a bit if he's getting too disruptive. (He eventually settles down around the midpoint of the movie, and is one of the few who stays awake through the whole thing.)

Tup pays attention to most of the comedy film, occasionally conversing in whispers with Fives and Echo about their opinions on the jokes until Echo nods off for a bit, and the hushed conversation continues back up again when he wakes up before movie's end. It's Jesse who's not paying much attention to the film, but he's not too disruptive. Jesse almost makes it to the end of the movie before he falls asleep in the middle of scrolling through something on a datapad that's made its way into the nest of pillows and blankets and limbs, his head resting on Captain Rex's knee. 

Dogma does eventually join everyone on the floor. You suspect he was starting to feel a little left out, or maybe he changed his mind about the offer you made earlier, growing bored of whatever he'd been reading on his datapad, or deciding he'd give the movie a try. He tentatively makes his way over, and asks if he can still sit by you. "Of course, Dogma. Here, I saved some popcorn for you!" You give him the rest of the bowl you'd set aside for him, unable to get up and give it to him yourself since you've got multiple people surrounding you. (You didn't want Dogma to miss out on the snacks just because he wasn't initially watching the movie with everyone.) "Thanks for saving me some, Ember." Captain Rex reaches behind you and gives Dogma a warm pat on the shoulder. "Glad you joined us, brother." There's an unspoken finally in his words, but he's just glad to see that Dogma didn't end up isolating himself for long. 

You and Captain Rex, being firmly in the middle of the mattress pile, end up being the ones who become the human pillows of the group. It's nice to see all your friends having fun tonight, and be a part of enjoying a movie together. No stiff, uncomfortable armor; everyone's either in their fatigues or their blacks, and draped over and across their friends and brothers. Everyone is content and full of maybe a little too much popcorn and other snacks. You'll have a heck of a mess on your hands to clean up, either in the morning, or when everyone returns their respective mattresses to their bunks tonight, too.

Nights like this are how it should be. Everyone's happy and there are signs of trust everywhere you look. Brothers let their sleeping siblings rest on their shoulders, against their backs, their legs, or under their arms without complaint. There are sleepy smiles and shared blankets. Those who stayed awake until the end are now joking happily with one another and their Captain, and you too. 

And for a moment, in this night that will become a cherished memory no matter which way this war winds up, everyone you care about is safe. 

And what could be better than that?

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There are cloned soldiers stationed in your city. You've seen warriors from your empires military come to your planet before, but never clones. Clones have a diffrent place in the eyes of society then the rest of the military, there's something a bit creepy about them.

Most of them stay at the edges of the city. They're not socialized to talk to anyone outside of their own ranks, they just stand there, all in the same uniform, lighter armor then anyone else in the military has, and gas masks hiding all of their faces. But there's one who you see walking the streets near your apartment, the trench coat over their little body, the gas mask still covering their face.

You decide to talk to them when they've been wandering around for awhile. You're not sure if you're supposed to. They are carrying a laser gun after all. They're terrible at talking to people, but in a way that's almost cute, they're weirdly excited just to talk to someone. They tell you someone handed them a rose while they were marching, and they couldn't understand why, and that they came here to understand.

You offer to show them around the city for the handful of days they have here. You take them out for lunch, and they eat real meat and real fruit for the first time, and they're so happy to finally feel full. You show them a meusum, and they're so excited to find out so many things about the world that they never knew existed, so many exciting and beautiful things, that the world of the barracks they spend their entire life in made seem impossible. And you take them to a toy store you passed, because they didn't understand what toys were, because they were never a child, and you end up buying a doll for them, which they're weirdly excited for. And even though they were born an adult they got to enjoy that doll for a little bit, and feel what it was like to have the childhood they never got to have.

They got to come over to your apartment at one point. And they took off their gas mask for the first time, and breathed fresh air. And when you saw their face you called them pretty, and they were so happy, because nobody had ever called them pretty before. And when you showed them television they were so mesmerized.

And at some point you cuddled together, you don't know why but you did. And you saw their body, a body built to save of recourses, so small and skinny and completely sexless. But you cuddled them and they seemed happy, they took to affection so enthusiastically, melting in your arms. And you pet the scar from where a laser from an enemy gun hit their leg, and told them they didn't deserve to have that happen to them, and that shouldn't have had to fight.

After a few days they had to leave. They were being deployed somewhere else, to fight some human or alien enemy, somewhere far away on a bleeding battlefield. You don't know what happened to them, you like to think that they ran away because of you, or mabye that they survived a few battles and became high enough in rank to live a comfortable life. But most clones made for the battlefield don't last long, dying so that someone more important they could live. Chances are their life ended in some grey pit, to a laser or a bullet. You hope you could give them some comfort before that happened.