#ct 5385 tup

[zoeykallus]

Hiya!! 👋🏻 First of all, I just wanted to say that I love your writing!!! You’re amazing at it!! Keep up the great work!!! 😁 I also was wondering if you could do a one shot of Tup being intimate with the reader for the first in their relationship. It can a mixture of sweet & spicy!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Plus, Tup was one of my favorite clone troopers!! It’s no rush, but I would really appreciate it!! ☺️☺️

Aloha! Thank you kindly! I'm trying to keep it up 🙂

I don't think I've ever written about Tup before…. Honestly, I don't have an idea, a sketch of his personality in my head yet. But I'm going to try. It may be a little longer than I had planned. I need to feel/write my way into the situation first. That is, there's a little backstory where I have to find my HC Tup first and unite it with what I know about him. Does that make sense? Let's see...

Well took me the whole night, but it's done! 😁 Hope you like it 😊

Tup x F!Reader Oneshot - For The First Time

Fluffy/Suggestive/Spicy/Sexual Content/18+

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Playing by the rules, following orders, doing his best as a soldier and being loyal as a brother, these have always been his main goals, his main focus. Not long ago, Tup would never have thought of breaking any rules or wanting anything he wasn't allowed to do. But then he met you.

Quite abruptly and overwhelmingly, his priorities rearranged themselves, so quickly that it took him a while to realize what was happening to him. Tup first saw you in the hangar, working for the company that makes gunships and other military vehicles for the Republican Army.

You're on an inspection tour, checking out the goods that are soon to go into use, when you run into him. The first encounter is shy and bumpy, but pleasant. He amuses you, even if he is so clumsy with nervousness that he almost falls over his own feet.

He can't get you out of his head since that day. Your pretty face follows him into his nightly dreams. First he is unsettled, but then he feels how much he enjoys the thought of you and longs to see you again.

He even goes so far as to sabotage your company's goods so that you have to come by to check on them. Unfortunately, you are not always sent, sometimes it is a colleague. But his heart beats faster every time it's you running around the hangar with a scanner and some tools and a data pad.

Actually, Tup has a guilty conscience, he makes you do extra work just to see you again. Besides, he is so attracted to you, and he gives in to that feeling, even though he knows he shouldn't. He is not allowed to make attachments, but he wants nothing more than that right now.

Eventually Tup begins to flirt, a little awkwardly at first, but he learns. You think he's cute, he's accommodating, nice, funny, and you have to admit you're generally taken with the looks of the clones. But this one, he is somehow special. And the way he looks at you, there is such a deep affection in his gaze, so clear that it can't be hidden. He is fascinated by you and adores you, you know that by now, you can see it in his eyes.

You're not surprised when he reappears in the hangar as you perform an inspection on one of the gunships.

"Hello Mesh'la," he greets you with a smile.

You smile back.

"Hey Tup."

As you head inside the Gunship to check something out, he saunters after you and you nearly bump into him as you turn around, lost in thought.

"Sorry," you mumble in surprise, looking up from his chest plate to his face.

The look he gives you is gentle, yet impossibly intense. It happens faster than you can really react. Suddenly his lips are on yours. The kiss is a bit awkward at first, but it is tender. Tup tries hard, he has no idea what he's doing, he knows it's a kiss, but it's still new territory for him. You drop your datapad without thinking about it. As your tongues meet in a velvety collision, Tup moans into the kiss and his hands shoot to your hips as if on their own, urging you onto a crate in the passenger compartment.

It happens automatically as you return the kiss. Arousal rising in him, he feels his cock swell behind the codpiece, Tup automatically seeks contact with you, his hips thrusting your thighs apart, and he lets out another surprised moan as your legs wrap around him and pull close.

When your lips part for a moment, you're both out of breath, your minds swimming in arousal with your hearts racing. Reaching blindly behind you, you press a button and the new armored doors close around the passenger compartment, shutting out the view of casual passersby.

The lights in the room come on automatically. Your eyes meet.

"I've never done anything like this before," he suddenly says quietly.

You look at him in surprise, still a little breathless.

"Really, never?"

Tup smiles crookedly and says, "Yes, I have, but…. this is different. Normally we're allowed to, well, blow off steam now and then, no strings attached. We're not supposed to commit or anything. And the um, partners that are available to us for that, we don't usually kiss."

You frown, you don't know too much about the clones and how they live, if they even have any kind of life apart from being soldiers.

"You mean prostitutes?"

"They call it relief companions, but yes, I guess that's what it is," Tup admits.

You look at him thoughtfully, a long strand of hair has come loose from his bun and is half hanging down his beautiful, expressive face, on the side of the tattoo of a tear adorning his face, just below his right eye.

"The kiss was great," you say with a smirk, wanting to take away his uncertainty.

"Mmm," you hum, nodding.

He swallows, looks to the side for a moment, then back at you.

"I know I shouldn't give in to this urge, this incredible magnetism you have on me, but I don't want to fight it either. Honestly, I'm in the mood for more."

His knuckles gently brush your cheek, and you notice that he has taken off his gloves. His hand moves from your cheek, very slowly down your still clothed body, finally slipping under your robe and very slowly, as if in slow motion into your panties while he holds your gaze with his.

He gets closer and closer to the heat between your thighs, your mouth opens a little, but no sound comes out, only a soft sighing deep breath.

"You tell me if I go too far, okay?" he says softly, kissing your forehead, then your cheek, and when his lips meet yours again, his fingers have reached your damp folds. This time, it's you who moans into the kiss.

"So wet," he murmurs, his lips still close to yours, soft and warm, "This is like an invitation."

His fingertips find your clit and begin to caress it, applying gentle pressure and drawing small, ever tightening circles. The little bud pulsates and swells under his deft fingers. Your hands cling to his shoulders, searching for stability in feverish arousal.

His mouth moves to your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses, he murmurs, "You like that Cyar'ika?"

"Yeah," you gasp a little breathlessly.

The pulsing and tingling in your pussy intensifies, clenching around nothing, longing for more.

"Fuck," you moan softly as one of his fingers finds your entrance and slides exploratively, gently inside you, while the heel of his hand stays on your clit. You want more, crave more. Of course, you realize you're both in big trouble if you're caught here, but your befuddled mind pushes the thought away.

"Tup… Tup… more, I want more"

He straightens up a little to look you in the face. Your gaze is veiled, just like his, you want each other.

"Are you sure?" he asks anyway, looking around. The gunship is closed and theoretically no one but you knows how to open it again, but in practice one of your colleagues might come along who also knows about it. But you don't care anymore.

"Absolutely sure," you say, pulling his hand out of your panties, opening your robe and taking off your pants and panties, dropping them at his feet.

He looks down, you can see he's swallowing. Of course, he's nervous, but also hungry for more. Tup looks down at the wet flower between your thighs, so beautiful, so velvety and inviting. As if of their own accord, his hands loosen the codpiece and pull the bottom of his blacks down a bit.

You see his hard length plopping out from behind it. Veiny, thick, gently curved.

"I want you inside me, Tup," you gush.

He swallows again, nods.

"Anything you want," he returns breathlessly.

His hands grip your thighs, opening them a little wider and pulling you forward a bit on the box. His tip bumps into your wet folds, parting them, finally dipping slowly inside you.

Impatiently, you wrap your lower legs around him again, pulling him closer to you, causing him to thrust deeper inside you.

A croaky moan comes from his throat, followed by a soft little curse.

"You're pretty impatient," he finally says with a small smirk.

He can't believe he's inside you, feeling your pussy, wet and warm, tightly enclosing his cock.

"Maker, that feels good," he growls, pulling his hips back a bit, only to thrust forward again right after.

The sensation is wonderful, filling you up, stretching your hungry little hole in glorious ways. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to avoid making loud noises. He takes you in evenly gentle thrusts.

You reach into his collar, pulling his upper body towards you to kiss him fierily. You gently bite his lower lip before saying, "Fuck me, Tup, give me more".

His hands grab your hips hard and yet with a certain caution to push you towards him so that his ever faster thrusts with which he splits your pussy don't push you off the box.

Gasping, you cling to him with your arms and legs as he speeds up. You feel his whole body tense, just like yours. You are close to your climax.

You hear Tup stammer, "W-Where do you want me to-"

"Inside!"

There it is, that glorious buildup of intensity, the tingling in your pussy that builds until it's a shiver that shoots through your nerves and makes your walls twitch around his cock. You hear him growl, a deep rumble coming from his chest followed by a much higher pitched sigh as his thighs shake, and he cums inside you.

You both shiver a little as the tension slowly eases. Breathing heavily, you seek each other's gaze. He seems a little unsure at first, but then he smiles and you smile back.

"That was intense," he says with a soft, happy laugh.

He leaves your body, but not without kissing your forehead gently. He packs his softening cock back into the Blacks and hurriedly puts on the codpiece. Tup looks around and curses softly.

"We don't have anything you can clean yourself with," he says thoughtfully.

You curse as well, then laugh.

"Well, I should have thought of that before".

"Sorry," Tup says a little meekly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Don't be," you say gently.

Then he suddenly runs to a compartment on a side wall and comes back with a medpack. "As far as I know, there are sterile, antibacterial wet wipes and stuff in there," he says with a triumphant smile.

You bite your lower lip and say, "We can't use that. Unless we replace it right now. This gunship is flying out tonight and needs to be fully equipped."

You sigh through clenched teeth and put your panties and the rest of your clothes back on.

"I'll have to get through that now," you say with a shrug.

When there's a sudden knock on the outside wall, you both flinch in fright. You quickly tug your clothes into place and open the blast doors. A clone captain stands outside, one of Tup's platoon. Blond, serious look, clean-shaven, stiff posture.

"May I ask what you two are doing?"

"Rex!" exclaims Tup, nervously about to start stammering when you cut him off.

"I was showing this trooper the new blast doors. Tup was interested in the new features on the Gunships. I hope that's not a problem."

Rex looks from one to the other for a moment and finally says, "No, of course not, ma'm" Turning to Tup he says, "Come on, we have to go, briefing with the General"

Tup doesn't dare hesitate, he looks at you apologetically, says a polite goodbye and follows Rex. He glances over his shoulder once more, he hopes to see you again very soon. Somehow he feels ashamed and at the same time a certain pride at the thought of you standing there in the hangar, his cum dripping from your pussy into your panties.

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[lonewolflupe]

Fox is spitting facts.

From @welcometo79s' post about things Rex has definitely walked in on: Tup begging Fox to stop cutting off the legs from the little gingerbread men he's baking (and Fox accidentally ending up in the 501st's barracks after getting lost).

EDIT: Twitching Tup is now a GIF

[el-niphrendil]

Did you guys miss yoga clones? Because I sure did :D

So here is our next flexible clone: CT-5385 Tup from the 501th.

Who would you like to see next as a yoga clone?

You can find the rest of the oga clones art series here: [X]

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[clownbloody]

*Goes insane* Its Tup time 7/???

OI! let me know if you want tagged when I post one of YOUR favourite boys!

For anyone wondering I'm gonna do as many clones as possible so if you have a specific babe you wanna see let me know!

501st: More Coming Soon ;)

Rex 1/???

Jesse 2/???

Fives 3/???

Hardcase 4/???

Kix 5/???

Dogma 6/???

Tag List:

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@argentinian-witch

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[felinefamiliars]

Fives: How old are you?

Tup: At least 8

[do-you-know-this-baby]

Do you know this baby?

apparently he is like 2 years old

[elismor]

Hi! For the sensory prompts, how about Prompt #9 - A perfectly brewed cup of tea, with Tup? He seems like a guy who would enjoy a good cup of tea. There could be other characters, too, or you could stuff him in a pairing. Whatever feels right to you!

Thanks!

Ask and ye shall receive. :)

[thora-sniper]

I have no list only some inspiration this Mermay and it makes me fill free with my art. I was thinking about some another interesting guy and remember CT-5385 Tup.

He is may be playful with some beautiful mermaid or have fun with his brothers. Let's remember him full of life.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Tup 💙

Tup deserved better. That is all.

If you wanna be added to a taglist for these helmet doodles to make sure you don't miss 'em, please just let me know (or tag a pal, that's cool too)!

Art taglist: @the-hexfiles

You can find more of my art listed here or in my masterlist (which is updated often)!

[l-lend]

Congrats for the follower milestone! The more clone wars-era blogs I see getting love the more I wanna make my own

For the celebration: "You did WHAT??" with Tup and nonbinary reader?

Sidenote: I distinctly remember following you a while ago and now I had to do it again???? Is this becoming like a "youtube unsubscribes you" thing (because this happened to me with multiple blogs)

Haven thank you so much for the kind words and your patience while I was getting this one written. I hope you like it. Oh, and I'm sure tumblr does all sorts of screwy things. I think I've had to refollow a few blogs randomly.

Warning(s): shenanigans

@locitapurplepink, @writing-positivelyexisting, @burningfieldof-clover, @rain-on-kamino, @padawancat97

The days of the Clone Wars tended to drag on in between assignments. Thankfully, the Republic saw it fit to dispatch your research team with a clone legion escort to ensure the lush jungle planet would not eat you and your colleagues alive. It was in the sweltering heat of the afternoon that one of your study binges was interrupted. You shook your head knowing who dared tread into your tent.

“Tup,” You greeted, not looking up from your flora sample.

He chuckled taking a few steps towards your desk.

“You checking out another plant that could kill us?”

“This one won't kill you,” You replied, glancing up from your sample, “Although if you eat this, Kix is gonna have a time with you spewing out of both ends.”

The trooper huffed a laugh. Your gaze soon swept over his form. Your eyebrows raising.

“I'm not helping you sham out again. Jesse's sniffed out all my hiding places.”

“Um, actually, I need a different kind of help.”

He raised his right hand. Three of his digits bound rigid into a splint.. You clicked your tongue.

“Alright, I'll bite. What'd you do?”

The corner of his mouth upturned, “Lost a bet with Fives when it came to who could take a hit.”

Your features folded in, “You did what?”

“Hardcase and I took turns hitting each other in the plates to see who would go down first.”

He glanced to his injured hand, “Kix was able to set it, but I can't do much right now.”

You sighed, “and what help do you need from me?”

He held up a small elastic band pinched between the fingers of his uninjured hand.

“Please?” He sheepishly added.

You pursed your lips before gesturing at your vacant stool.

“Sit. I'll see what I can do with it.”

The trooper's eyes lit up and he soon took up his post. Once he was seated, you stripped off your gloves with whispered crinkles and abandoning them. Your fingers busy with the loose strands of hair. The trooper was quiet as you attempted to coax the wispy fly away hairs into place.

It was after a few minutes of you brushing back his hair to be kept out of his face that you glanced to him. He remained seat with his eyes closed. His breathing steady. It was moments like these where the stress of war did not touch him.

“Am I boring you?” You jested, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“No,” He mumbled contentedly, “this is just...nice.”

You both basked in the comforting silence. No words needing to be said. Nothing to distract from the two people in the room.

Your nimble fingers gathered up the trooper's locks to begin forming his recognizable bun. The elastic soon being employed to keep the hair style in place.

“Alright,” You declared, doing a once over of his handiwork, “that should do it.”

His uninjured hand swept over the hair style.

“Remind me to come find you until my hand's good to go. Fives..isn't the best with it.”

You rolled your eyes half heartedly, “I can help when I'm not busy. I still have to work though.”

“Of course,” He replied, standing, “I'm heading to the mess tent. want anything?”

You shook your head leaving the trooper to see his way out.

“Tup?”

He paused, still holding the tend flap open.

“I should have some time tonight if you hit the fresher then. Probably could wash your hair by my tent, so you can keep your splint dry.”

Tup shot a thumbs up before leaving. The tent flap swallowing him up as he let it fall.

[suck-a-egg]

Tup: I wonder what people did before the holonet

Kix: They made dolls out of corncobs and stared at fire

[lonewolflupe]

Twitching Tup GIF (from this mini-comic). Use it wisely. (Sorry about the white outline, I can't get rid of it, it isn't supposed to be there)

[theartsalsa]

Fives and Tup :)

[felinefamiliars]

Fives: Nnnn….

Hardcase: You good there?

Fives: I need to bite something

Hardcase: Sounds like a you problem

Tup: *enters the room, happily minding his own business*

Fives: Target aquired

Fives: *Runs full force towards Tup and tackles him to the ground*

Tup: *yelps* F-Fives? Wha-

Fives: *bites down on neck*

Tup: *screeches* WHY

Hardcase: hehe, nice

[jakaylaharris15]

The Lonely Vod By Sand_wolf579

Summary:

Dogma was transferred to the Coruscant Guard. He was told it was because he was the best man for the job. He knew the real reason though. It was because nobody in the 501st liked him enough to fight for him to stay.

[cc-kote]

Spooky tuppy time!!