#tcw hardcase x reader

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type: [ri] reader-insert [g] general

genre: [rom] romance [qpr] queerplatonic [pl] platonic [hcom] hurt / comfort [a] angst [hu] humor

format: [hc] headcanons [os] oneshot

Clone Shenanigans Masterpost [crack]

Hunter:

love languages [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

Echo:

love languages [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

relationship headcanons [ri] [rom] [qpr]

5 things he does when he has feelings for you [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

amusement park date [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

Wrecker:

love languages [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

amusement park date [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

Tech:

the incomprehensible [ri] [a] [hcom] [os]

love languages [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

Crosshair:

love languages [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

strange remedies [ri] [rom] [os]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

amusement park date [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

crosshair character playlist

Fives:

there are worse ways to get hurt. [ri] [rom] [qpr] [os]

just a little love [ri] [rom] [os]

5 things he does when he has feelings for you [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

relaxing with fives [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

amusement park date [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

fives character playlist

fives fanart

Hardcase:

amusement park date [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

Emerie:

none yet

Fox:

satellite [ri] [os]

5 things he does when he has feelings for you [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

Kix:

5 things he does when he has feelings for you [ri] [rom] [qpr] [hc]

Howzer:

none yet

Tup:

what his room looks like [g] [hu] [hc]

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[rare-clone-fic-exchange]

𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴛᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴘᴜɴ. ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ-ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪʟʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇꜱ (ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ), ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴍɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 1.4ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

➼ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ☆ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ @ᴄʟᴏɴᴇᴛʜɪʀᴇ ! ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴜɴ.

“Babe. Babe. Babe.”

That’s the first thing you hear when you awake. 

With tired eyes and a heaving chest, you try to stir and fully jolt yourself awake in Hardcase’s arms. There aren’t any lights on, only the soft lumination of passing speeders at this unholy hour. 

“Babe.”

You huff, turn over, and almost immediately collide with Hardcase’s watchful eye above you. Leaning on an elbow, he has an idea-struck face, as if anticipating anyone with willing ears to listen.

“What is it?” you rasp, yelping at how dry your throat feels as you speak. While swallowing down some gathered saliva and clearing your throat, Hardcase hums and leans further, riveting feelings of brilliance in his eyes. “It’s not even 0400 yet.”

He had better woken you up for something good.

Hardcase pouts at your foiling glare and continues without a moment to linger further.

“Do you think if the Jedi ever find out about General Skywalker and his wife, they’ll tell him ‘may divorce be with you’?”

Your jaw slacks, your elbow slowly sliding down, and you plop your head back down on your pillow, incredulously scoffing.

“Maker, `Case,” You groan, biting back a laugh. “You woke me up for this?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, shuffling to lean over you with a speculative eyebrow raise. “It’s genius. Do you think it isn’t?”

“I think it’s silly,” You retort. Hardcase whines and leans down as well, cradling his face with a forearm to keep his stare on you. How he manages to stay so wide-eyed at this hour, you’re unsure.

“Haters gonna hate,” is his only response. You sigh.

“I’m not a hater,” you bite your lip when you feel his breath on your creep closer, body heat radiating toward yours. He’s still got that pensive, mischievous look on his face. But you can feel yourself beginning to drift off. You yawn out, “Just a person who likes their sleep.”

“Hm,” Hardcase hums as though he doesn’t believe you yet.

Silence rushes over the two of you, and your eyelids weigh heavy, just as though you’re about to fall asleep. But then Hardcase talks again.

“How do you unlock doors on Kashyyyk?”

Oh lord.

You try to stay silent so he thinks you’re asleep.

“With a wook-key.”

You’re unsuccessful.

The snicker that lurches in your mouth gets Hardcase smiling all smug and satisfied into your shoulder. 

You slap the back of his head lightly with a whine.

“That wasn’t funny!” You say in a whisper-yell.

“Is that so?” Hardcase mutters against the bare skin of your shoulder, vibrations of his voice sending relaxing yet rousing shivers through your chest. “Then why’d you laugh?”

Your mouth falls ajar, gasping softly as he continues giggling.

“I’m not laughing because it’s funny!” You snap back in your greatest attempt to convince him of your innocence. “I’m only laughing because you’re just so unbelievable.”

“But you love me,” Hardcase says in a cheerful, sing-song voice. With a roll of your eyes, everything softens as you feel a featherlight kiss against your neck, his lips lazily pursed and pressed to your skin.

“Yeah, I do.”

Silence finally rushes between you, but as you suddenly become restless, you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“How do Jedi eat?” 

Hardcase perks up, reverence coating his stare for indulging him so. Your lips curl upwards in a tight, lovely grin.

“They force-feed themself.”

His incessant giggles make you bite your lip and bring him down into the crook of your neck and shoulder again.

“That’s a good one,” he compliments, hand crawling up from his side. As he talks, a cold hand slithers up your stomach, slipping under the fabric of your tank top to trace aimless patterns into your skin. “Where’d you learn it.”

“‘Heard it ‘round the base.”

“Clever.”

You nod. “I know.”

“Makes sense that you didn’t make it yourself then.”

You gasp, flicking his forehead lightly when he erupts into childish giggles again. Despite it, you don’t shush him or urge him to stop. His laughter could fill you with more joy for twenty lifetimes.

He eventually comes up with a new reveling thought, tilting his head and leaning up again so you can look at each other.

“`You ever think about the fact that having sex on a lift is immoral on so many levels?”

Your nose scrunches with a soft chuckle, wincing at the cheesiness of his joke.

“Babe, that means we’re immoral on so many levels.”

Not even a second is spent processing your retort; Hardcase simply shrugs in response with a drifted-away gaze.

“I’m not saying otherwise.”

You purse your lips.

“Hm…”

“Just stating the facts,” he continues, lying down again. “You can come to the conclusions for us.”

“Ah, yes,” you agree, coyly grinning at your next words before they even come out of your mouth. “As always, I’m the brains of this operation.”

Hardcase doesn’t properly respond to you; he only nods softly into your neck as he waits for you to continue.

“Yeah, I think we’re immoral on so many levels.”

Hardcase laughs harder and plants a kiss on your bare shoulder. Then another. He brushes all things obscuring his path to trail more over your collarbone to reach your other shoulder, hands pressed on either side of your arms as he moves. You sigh and smile, the softest laugh leaving your lips. They purse when your mind wanders, trying to devise another joke to continue the conversation.

“...Two clones walk into 79’s,” you begin, voice strained and dwindling with the uncertainty of your joke and where it should lead. “...And one tells the other.” You pause again, eyes drifting away when you feel Hardcase’s perky, awaiting look. “‘You look familiar.’”

Hardcase’s disbelieving cackle is hushed when he presses his face into the pillow, shaking his head.

“Babe, that was so bad,” he says, lifting his chin to speak more clearly. You shrug, eyebrows knitted while you whine out a measly defense.

“I don’t know!” Your response only elicits more laughter. You turn on your side, awaiting for Hardcase to meet your eyes again while you fend for yourself. “It’s too late for this. Just… let me get back to you in the morning.” 

Turning on his side and resting his cheek on his forearm, he nods with a perceptive fix of his lips.

“Fair enough,” he leans in further, resting his forehead on yours and shifting closer to your body. “I mean…”

You raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

Hardcase shrugs, impishly grinning in entire admiration.

“There’s potential there for a good joke,” he says.

You nod with full agreement and a smug crook of your eyebrows.

“‘T’s why I said it instead of just shutting up.” Hardcase chuckles deep in his chest. You shove him lightly, just enough to get the message across but not hard enough so your foreheads disconnect. “We can workshop it in the morning.”

With a nod, he tilts his chin up and presses his pursed lips to the space between your eyebrows.

“Definitely,” he mutters against you. “Y’know what else we can workshop?”

You hum, slowly melting further into his touch. His hands have returned, rubbing circles over your collarbone and shoulders, and you keenly sigh as the caresses get deeper.

“I’ve got a great joke about construction I want to tell you, but I’m still working on it.”

In your state, you become susceptible to his silly jokes, and you snort unwisely. It goes to his head very quickly.

“See? I’m funny!” He argues with a victorious glint.

You sigh loudly and roll your eyes.

“I’m just more susceptible in this state.”

“That’s why I tell you at this time.”

You deadpan, frowning and rubbing your eyes with a yawn.

“Is that why you woke me up? To tell me your dumb jokes when I’m more likely to laugh?”

“Yep,” he answers, making a little pop sound at the end of the word. You scrunch your features.

“You’re a dork,” you tell him, adjusting on the bed and ruffling the sheets to go over your shoulders.

“And you’re still here.”

With the objective statement, you melt and nod, blinking with entirely smitten reverence.

“I am,” you assure.

With a soft smile, he leans in and pulls you by your shoulders, encouraging you to cuddle into him. You do enthusiastically, nuzzling your face into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing fills your eyes and becomes the only important thing you could possibly focus on for the rest of his night, your soothing bedtime lullaby.

But then he speaks again.

“What do Gungans put their food in? Jar jars.”

You tilt up, stare blank and deadly.

“That’s it, time for bed.”

And the sound of his laughter instead becomes the loudest noise to soothe you back to sleep.

[wizardofrozz]

Hardcase "the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one." 🥺

Fall Into Me

Hardcase x GN!reader, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Vaugh, Clone Trooper Appo

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for the ask Novan! 🖤 I hope you enjoy this because I had a lot of fun writing it!

The Resolute’s hangar was mostly empty with a few stray mechanics milling around as the ship cut through hyperspace. Most of the 501st were either training or enjoying the last bit of rest they would get for a while, which is exactly what you should’ve been doing. Your feet sank into the thick training mat, a soft sigh passing your lips as you shifted your weight and crossed your arms. Somehow, you let yourself get talked into joining a few of the boys from Torrent in trying out their new jetpacks.

If it had been anyone else, you probably would’ve declined and stayed in your bunk but you could never say no to Hardcase. He had looked so excited about finally getting to try the new equipment that you were saying yes before you could even think about it. Your eyes found him easily, a small smile lifting the corner of your mouth as you watched Jesse trying to attach the jetpack to his back as Hardcase had an animated conversation with Echo. 

“Sure you don’t wanna try?” You scoffed as you turned your head, arching a brow at Fives who had appeared at your side. 

“I’d like to keep my body in one piece, thanks,” you chuckled, shifting your attention to the troopers a few feet away. “I’ll watch the fun though.” 

“Party pooper,” Fives teased, bumping his shoulder against yours as he moved toward his brothers. You rolled your eyes but your smile was disgustingly fond; it only got worse when Hardcase broke away from the group, jogging toward you with a bright smile. 

“You’re excited,” you said with a smile that mirrored his. Hardcase had the uncanny ability to make you feel like a teenager with a crush all over again. Not that he knew that bit of information. 

“Can ya blame me?” he laughed, trying to look over his shoulder at the jetpack. “It’s gonna be awesome.”

“You’ve used a jetpack before, Case.” 

“Not one like this,” he countered, lifting his chin with a smirk. The back and forth with Hardcase always had you smiling until your cheeks hurt but you could see the giddiness was eating him alive when he rocked forward onto his toes. 

“Alright, well, let’s see it then,” you prompted, tilting your head. Hardcase’s grin widened as he lifted his hand in a crisp salute. A startled laugh fell from your lips when he took off, shooting into the air with a cheer. You watched him hover high above the mat, laughing again when he waved. The commotion drew his brothers’ attention too, the hangar filling with their loud whoops and cheers. 

Fives and Echo took off next. Fives immediately performed a corkscrew maneuver while Echo hovered closer to the ground. Jesse, Vaughn, and Appo joined quickly after and you snorted, watching the six troopers twist and spin overhead. Hardcase made a sharp turn suddenly, just barely weaving around Vaughn, his laughter echoing through the hangar.

You see it seconds before it happens. Jesse was turning in slow circles, rising at a lazy pace as Hardcase circled around the group. The loud clang of metal hitting together made your heart drop; you caught the flash of shock on Hardcase’s face when the right side of his jetpack sputtered and died. It all happened too quickly for you to shake off the fear that choked you.

Before you could react, Hardcase was dropping out of the air...coming right at you. 

Hardcase managed to twist around, his eyes widening as soon as he realized you were directly under him. His weight hit you like a speeder, his arms wrapping around you on instinct. The thick training mats absorbed some of the impact and you and Hardcase rolled, finally coming to a stop on the very edge of the mat. You waited until the world stilled around you before opening your eyes. 

Hardcase hovered over you, wide-eyed shock written all over his face. Despite what could’ve been a terrible accident, you couldn’t ignore that he was basically straddling your hips, his hands braced on either side of your head. You’d walk away with a few bruises but nothing felt broken, thankfully. The air was still as you looked up to meet Hardcase's eyes, blinking a few times. 

“You alright?”

“I think so,” you whispered, glancing down the length of your body. A shiver raced down your spine at the position you found yourself in, a position you had admittedly imagined before. However, it hadn’t involved getting tackled in the process. 

Hardcase’s eyes darted around your face as if he was double-checking that you weren’t lying. The minimal space between you and him was suddenly suffocating and your eyes thoughtlessly flickered down to his parted lips. His jaw snapped shut when he caught the movement and you watched his throat bob. It felt like you stayed there for an eternity, each second making the air feel heavier. Then Hardcase leaned down, pausing close enough that his nose brushed yours. 

The feather-light brush of his lips against yours made your breath catch, one of your hands coming up to rest on his side. The kiss lasted barely a second before Hardcase pulled away, his eyes comically wide as his mouth hung open; you had a feeling you probably looked just as stunned. The air felt charged, his face hovering just inches away from yours and something in his expression shifted, giving you the confidence to surge forward. 

Hardcase grunted when your lips met again but immediately sat back on his heels, cradling your head as he pulled you along, refusing to break the kiss. You parted your lips with a soft moan when his tongue brushed over your bottom lips, your hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface of his chest plate. Hardcase consumed your senses: the light brush of his fingers in your hair, the lingering taste of chocolate on his tongue, and the faint smell of GAR-issued soap made your head spin. It felt like he was kissing you with every ounce of passion in his body and you never wanted it to end. 

The need for oxygen made you pull back, resting your forehead against his as you tried to catch your breath. A smile spread across your face when Hardcase laughed, a breathy sound only you could hear and that might've been the first time you'd ever heard his laughter so quiet. 

“Maybe I should crash into you more often,” Hardcase chuckled, pecking your lips again. 

“Please don’t,” you groaned, fighting back your own laughter. Hardcase opened his mouth again but was swiftly cut off by the deafening cheers from somewhere overhead. You tilted your head back, rolling your eyes half-heartedly at the five troopers hovering above you, whooping and high-fiving. 

Hardcase was still smiling when your eyes settled on him again and you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. Ignoring the rowdy brothers nearby, you leaned in to meet Hardcase halfway, smiling into the kiss.

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hey lovely!! May I drop a little first kiss request right here? Points to the ask box

If you’re feeling up to it could I get

"can we do that again? my eyes were closed." "oh my god."

With either Echo or Hardcase? 👉🏻👈🏻💜💜

Pineapple, my dear friend, I'm so sorry this took so long, but I hope that the awkward fluffiness makes up for the wait! <3 dividers by @/saradika and @/dystopicjumpsuit

Nerve

Summary: Hardcase makes his move, but it doesn't quite go according to plan.

Warnings: fluff, gn!reader, Hardcase is probably out of character but I hope not, very awkward flirting, first kiss; my blog is 18+

Word Count: 777

When you first enlisted with the GAR, you weren't exactly sure where you'd be placed, but after spending several months as a supply officer on board the Resolute you couldn't imagine doing anything else. With no real medical experience, specialized combat training, or ordnance clearance, the one thing you really excel at is organization. Material inventories, restocks, and balancing spreadsheets tend to be the things to occupy your day-to-day aboard the massive starship, but what you look forward to most are the distribution days, where troopers of all ranks come to you and leave laden with any supplies they've managed to burn through, damage, or otherwise need more of since the last distribution. It gives you a chance to interact with the troopers, many of whom you've become friends with, and manage to feel like you're actually achieving something in this Maker-forsaken war. 

The next distribution day isn't for another standard week, though. Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you blink down at the product code you'd just been about to scan. At least when it came to the clones, there was never any worry about needing multiple sizes of blacks or standard armor; your main job is to make sure there's always enough of both. 

Somewhere behind you, the door to the main cargo hold swishes open. You glance around, using the opportunity to roll some of the stiffness out of your neck. 

"Where's my favorite supply officer?" a voice calls, cheery and upbeat. 

Stomach fluttering with sudden shyness, a smile touches your features as you carefully descend the metal ladder and plop back onto the durasteel flooring with an audible thump. "Back here, Case!" 

Because while there are several thousand troopers on this starship, only one calls you his favorite. 

Sure enough, Hardcase rounds the corner to join you in the aisle between the seemingly endless shelving units. A sheepish grin tugs at his features and he rubs the back of his neck bashfully. 

You already know why he's here. Though his armor all appears to be clipped in place with nothing missing, with Case, sometimes you really can never tell. With feigned exasperation, you grin at him. "What did you lose this time, Hardcase?" 

"My socks," he admits. 

You're turning as soon as he speaks, bound and determined to find whatever he needs. While you're technically supposed to make him wait until the official distribution day, you've never been able to deny Hardcase what he wants.

"I'm sure I can hunt down--" You stop in your tracks as his words finally register. Turning back with narrowed eyes, you tilt your head at him. "You lot don't need socks. They're built in." 

Hardcase glances away, shifting his weight. "R-Right, but, see, what I actually came down here isn't that. What I'm really here for is- is my nerve." 

Confusion continues to settle over you like a cloud. "Come again?"

"I, ah, um--kriff, what did Jesse say again?" he mutters to himself. Then the bashful grin slides back into place, and he takes a step back. "Just- Can I start over?" 

"Sure?" 

"Great!" Clearing his throat, Hardcase gestures for you to ask him again. 

Properly befuddled by now, you can only play along. "What...did you lose this time?" 

"Well, I thought I lost my nerve, but I seem to have found it again now that I'm here," he says with a dashing smile. 

All you can do is blink at him, before a burst of giggles erupts from your chest. Case's expression falls for a moment, before he joins in, his lower chuckles a perfect counterpoint to your bright laughter. 

"Jesse told you to say that?" you ask once you calm down. 

"I- I asked him for advice," he says. 

You feel like you already know the answer, but you have to ask, anyway. "Advice on what?"

Hardcase takes a step closer. That fluttery feeling in your stomach returns, anticipation singing through your veins, light and airy. He backs you against the shelving unit, one hand coming up to cup your face with a gentleness that almost surprises you. 

"This," he says. 

Then he dips his head to press his lips to yours in a tentative, sweet first kiss. 

Sighing through your nose, you pull him closer by the gap in his chestplate. The kiss is slow and chaste, but it still leaves you tingling, wanting more. 

He rests his forehead against yours when he breaks the kiss. Keeping your eyes closed, you can't help but smile. 

Hardcase giggles. "Can we do that again? My eyes were closed." 

"Oh my god." You laugh, too, but tilt your face up to his, and kiss him again.

[sev-on-kamino]

If you want more spice prompts I’m here to request who I (almost) always request Hardcase and the Prompt- ❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

Have a beautiful day💙

Hello my dear!!! I am always happy to write Hardcase because he brings such good vibes with him even for smut 😌 I hope you have a wonderful day, and enjoy this lil spicy snack with your beloved 💙💙 The prompt is highlighted in blue!

not sure on the word count because I wrote this one in the tumblr app 😅 dividers by the bestest @dystopicjumpsuit

warnings: teasing, sexting in inappropriate places, inappropriate uses of the Force, bondage if you squint, MINORS DNI, if I missed anything lemme know 😏

Case: Babe, I miss you. Think we can get away soon?

The message came through on the transport back to the Resolute, and you had to work to keep your focus on what Master Kenobi was saying rather than the far more interesting thought of being alone with Hardcase.

You let your eyes wander over his form, and you couldn’t resist squeezing your thighs together. He sat in his seat, looking almost relaxed with one of his legs stretched out in front of him. The other leg, however, bobbed up and down with the energy he was aching to expend with you.

You: I miss you too, but it’ll be a few hours. Debrief, reports, meditation…

You knew he’d received your message when his leg bounced faster.

Case: Babe, I need you. It’s been 10 rotations, and yes, I’m counting. Thinking about your taste is driving me crazy.

You: I know exactly how long it’s been since I had your perfect cock buried inside me, but we still have work to do.

Case: You can’t just say stuff like that.

You: Didn’t say it, I typed it ;)

Case: Smart ass! You better eat well at dinner because it’s gonna be a long night for you. Gonna see how many times I can make you come on my tongue before I let you anywhere near my cock…

You stood up straighter at his playful threat, shifting your weight, and looking over to Masters Kenobi and Skywalker. They were lost in their own conversation, which was perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out through the Force. Testing, teasing, touching Hardcase through the gaps in his armor. Even with his helmet on, you knew his bright amber eyes were wide, and his tongue had darted out to lick his lips.

His leg had stopped bouncing, and he’d pulled in the other one to sit up straight.

A subtle smile crossed your face, as you continued your gentle exploration. Squeezing his sensitive thighs and making his breath hitch. Wrapping around his wrists and making him clear his throat. Firmly applying even pressure to his half hard…fully hard cock, as it strained against his codpiece.

Case: You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?

You: Not teasing, if I follow through…and I plan to, love.

Case: Babe…can you hold my wrists with the Force again later?

You: Absolutely.

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[neyswxrld]

sweet as cookies

Hardcase x reader (gn)

summary: You promised Hardcase to bake cookies and he's very excited about that.

warnings: none, it's just fluff

word count: ~670

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a/n: this is the eleventh fic for my advent calendar! sadly, i'm too busy to bake cookies this year.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

When you first told Hardcase about Christmas, he was very excited.

He liked the whole concept of Christmas. The love, the family, the warmth, the presents, the snow, even the Christmas tree. He absorbed everything you told him and placed it in his heart like a small treasure, ready to be found and opened, to share its content with others.

But there was one thing Hardcase didn't just like.

Christmas cookies.

Since the first time you told him about the small, baked goods, he was excited about them. He immediately loved them, even though he hadn't really tried some of the sweets.

Your family had the tradition to bake some cookies at the day the first snow falls and Hardcase really loved that too.

So, instead of being confused, when he wakes you with a big smile on his face the other day, you just laugh a little at his cute excitement.

"It's snowing! You know, what that means!" he almost yells, excited.

He pulls you out of the bed and into the bathroom, waiting impatiently for you to get ready.

Right after that, he takes you to the next grocery store, ready to buy everything you two need to make some of the goods.

When you're at home again, he almost vibrates out of his skin while he helps you set up everything you'll need.

"What do we need to do first?" Hardcase asks, looking over the stuff.

"Those are really easy cookies. You just have to mix everything, put it in the fridge for some time, and then we can cut out some motives," you explain, taking out a bowl from the shelf, giving it to him.

Hardcase stands in front of the bowl, measuring all the ingredients you give to him perfectly, and is excited to mix them.

When you put the dough in the fridge, he starts to lick the small spoom, tasting his creation.

"Oh, it's awesome!" he says, taking another small lick.

"You're lucky there aren't eggs in it. If you think it tastes great now, you have to wait until they're baked," you laugh and give him a small kiss on his cheek.

Excited as ever, he nods, helps you clean the kitchen, and prepare the stuff you need for the next step.

After about half an hour, you take the dough out of the fridge again and start to roll it out.

Carefully, Hardcase places some cookie cutters on it and smiles every time he lays a new raw cookie on the baking tray.

When there's no dough left, you put the trays in the oven.

"When they're cool again, we have to make some icing so they taste and look better," you explain again, and Hardcase nods, confident.

He really enjoys helping you with the cookies and still can't wait for them to be finished.

When that time comes around, he happily puts the icing on the cookies and sprinkles some colorfuk sprinkles on them.

"They're pretty," he says, proudly when everything is done and the kitchen clean again.

"Yes, you really did great!" you nod at him and lay your head on his shoulder.

"Are they finished now? Can I try one?" he asks again, smiling. You roll your eyes a little bit. So impatient.

"Yeah, go on, try one," you smile at him and don't have to tell him twice.

His hand snaps forward, and you can't even look as fast as the cookie disappears in his mouth.

With raised eyebrows, you watch him chew and start to smile, as the excited glimmer in his eyes intensifies.

"That is the best thing I have ever tried," he almost cries out, taking another one.

Laughing, you reach out for one for yourself and smile at the sweet taste on your tongue.

Hardcase indeed did great. 

And if someone asked you about the reason for you to bake so many cookies for christmas, you just smiled and thought about the look of joy and excitement on Hardcase's face, every time he got to bake or taste a new one.

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Fucking hysterical 😂 OMG I can see Hardcase doing this and I love it so much 💕

A Question of Seman-dicks

A/N: I wrote this under the influence of alcohol, edibles, and the funniest conversation in the history of Discord. Happy Friday!

Pairing: Hardcase x GN!Reader (platonic with a twist)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 960

Warnings and tags: suggestive language, terrible puns

Hardcase spotted you striding purposefully down the corridor of the Resolute, and he sped up to try to catch up with you. You turned a corner abruptly, and by the time he rounded it, you were nowhere to be found. The corridor was empty; there was nothing there but a bank of escape pods. He peered into the porthole of each one until he finally spotted you, pacing back and forth in the small space and talking animatedly. Intrigued, he opened the hatch.

You whirled to face him, guilt written plainly across your features, but when you recognized his distinctive tattoos, you relaxed.

“Oh, it’s you,” you sighed with relief. “Thank the Force.”

“What are you doing in here?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing!” you said. His expression was dubious, and you knew he wouldn’t let it drop until you told the truth. “Hiding.”

He gave you a sympathetic look. “Admiral Ice Queen?”

“I came in here to scream,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Good choice,” he said. “Conveniently close to your office, private, and most importantly, soundproof. I approve of your strategy.”

“Except I’m not supposed to be in here, and if anyone caught me, I’d be in huge trouble.”

“Someone did catch you,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t rat me out,” you replied. “You’re more likely to come in and hide with me.”

“Great idea!” he said with a grin. He stepped into the pod and sealed the hatch, then flopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to him. “Tell me all about it.”

“You know there are perfectly good seats in here,” you said.

“True, but if I sat in one of those, there wouldn’t be room for you next to me, and you look like you could use a hug.”

“Good point,” you said, sitting down with a thump.

He immediately draped his arm over your shoulders, and you leaned against him. “So what did the bad-miral do this time?”

“More of the usual,” you replied. “I swear she sets me up to fail on purpose, and then she takes an evil delight in being a massive Taungsday about it.”

“Taungsday?” he asked, baffled.

“You know, a C-U-Next-Taungsday?”

“I don’t get it,” he said.

Even though nobody was around, you leaned in and whispered the explanation in his ear. He reared back in surprise.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to say that word,” he said.

“What word would you prefer?” you asked, amused at his reaction, but still too upset to laugh.

“Lady garden,” he replied.

You snorted. “Seriously?”

“It’s more respectful,” he said with dignity.

“I don’t want to be respectful!” you complain. “I want to call her a cu—”

“Love tunnel!” he exclaimed, interrupting you before you could get the word out.

That time, you actually laughed. “What is this, a bodice ripper? I don’t need a romantic euphemism for a—”

“Hidden treasure!” he cut you off. “Or cupcake! Those are delicious.”

You let out an inelegant cackle, and he gave you a wounded look that only made you laugh harder. 

“Hardcase, I had no idea you had so many words for a woman’s—”

“Honey pot?” he asked insouciantly. 

“You can just say—”

“Nether regions?” he offered. “I don’t like that one. It sounds spooky. Like some vast, uncharted part of space.”

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it came out as an embarrassing snort, which only made you laugh harder.

“Still, it’s better than ‘penis fly trap,’” he mused. “But not as good as flower. You know, because it has petals and is also used in reproduction. I would definitely rather put my tallywacker in a flower than in a nether region. Higher probability of survival.”

By this point, you had both hands clapped over your mouth to try to muffle your shrieks of laughter as tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t even remember why you’d hidden in the escape pod in the first place, much less why Hardcase was regaling you with a comprehensive listing of every colloquialism known to the galaxy for a—

“Notorious V.A.G.,” he said. “Whoever came up with that one had obviously never felt the touch of a woman.”

You doubled over and buried your face against his chest as you howled with laughter, so you missed his pleased smile when he realized he’d successfully distracted you from your horrible boss. Unfortunately, you’d been gone long enough that you knew your absence would soon be noted.

“I wish I could hide in here with you for the rest of the day,” you gasped once you caught your breath.

“Me, too,” he said, giving your shoulders a squeeze. “Probably ought to get back to it, though.”

You nodded and wiped away your mirthful tears, hoping that you looked at least somewhat presentable. Hardcase stood and offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet with ease, and then he opened the hatch of the escape pod. The two of you spilled out into the corridor, only to run smack-dab into Jesse and Kix.

Jesse took one look at your disheveled appearance and punched Hardcase in the shoulder with a devilish grin. 

“Nice, vod,” he said. “You finally made your move.”

Hardcase looked mortified. “That’s not— We weren’t—”

“Relax, brother, we won’t tell the Atrocious Admiral,” Kix laughed. “I’m just glad you decided to do something other than pine away after all this time.”

Hardcase stared at you with panic in his eyes as he watched understanding dawn on your face. 

“I—” he began.

On impulse, you leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thanks for everything, big boy,” you said. “Be sure to stop by my bunk later, and I’ll show you how well I can swallow your baloney pony.”

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oldest trick in the book

Hardcase x F!Reader

word count: 3.4k

description: you've been secretly pranking hardcase as payback for a prank he pulled on you, but this time he catches you in the act

warnings/tags: friends to lovers I suppose, hardcase is a smug little shit at the beginning & a little bit adhd-coded, reader is described as shy/anxious and potentially also neurodivergent in some way but I wasn't writing it to be like that on purpose am I telling on myself? I feel like this is very cheesy lol

a/n: alright. I wouldn’t say this is my best work but I just needed to get it out of my system. this definitely took a more sweet turn than I was anticipating, probably because I didn't plan it at all and just pulled it outta my ass. I blame @ghostymarni making me thirst for this man to a concerning degree

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Perhaps if anyone knew what you were doing, they’d think it was weird, and honestly, maybe it was.

You tiptoed into the barracks, your footfalls light and ear reaching out in search of any noises. You knew there shouldn’t be anyone in here at this time, but it didn’t stop you being cautious. After all, that was how you had kept this operation going so long.

Not entirely sure which bunk was the one you were searching for, you tried to look for any identifying items. A pack of smokes? He didn’t seem the type. Hairbands? Definitely not, that one most likely belonged to Tup. A pile of laundry? Could well be his. Among other things, you knew Hardcase could be messy, something you had picked up on in your time studying him, figuring out his daily routine. It was much the same as the other clones, naturally, but in watching him you’d realised just how different from them he was.

As strange as this all sounded, you didn’t start it. At least, that was how you rationalised what you were doing.

Hardcase was a known prankster aboard the Resolute. Him and a few of his brothers, namely Fives, filled their spare time by terrorising the rest of the crew, and you were not immune. You had been burned by them on several occasions, and the most recent was a tipping point for you.

That time, it had been just Hardcase, and he had made you look a fool in front of your employees. You were the head technician aboard the venator, and standing in front of your team, giving a briefing without being privy to the ‘kick me’ sign stuck to your back, was not something you had been pleased about. It was especially irritating as you were still relatively new in the role at the time, and to have your leadership put into question, being a little shy to begin with, did more damage to your confidence that Hardcase probably realised.

So, you had been pranking Hardcase back. They weren’t so much proper pranks as harmless inconveniences for him, but in any case, it was a satisfying form of payback. Most of the time you’d steal his things only for them to ‘turn up’ in the strangest of places, none where you could be implicated, and other times you arranged little situations designed to embarrass him.

The only problem with that was that he refused to be embarrassed, and honestly you admired him for it. His ability to brush off jokes at his expense was commendable, and made you feel like a spiteful cynic for reacting in the way you had to his admittedly innocent prank. Though, you were having too much fun with it now to stop. You knew you were safe from him suspecting you, considering he probably just saw you as the quiet ship tech who he liked to bother when he was back on the Resolute, and he was yet to mention it if he did.

So here you were, rifling through the drawers beside his bunk for something you could steal or use to your advantage. You opened the final draw and your lips curled into a grin as you saw the only item inside: his music player and headphones. You had stolen them before, and remember him being particularly irritated about it, more so than at your other exploits.

You were so caught up in your glee at finding the player again that you didn’t register that someone had entered the room. The pile of dirty blacks should’ve been a clue really, but when someone cleared their throat and you whipped around, finding Hardcase himself with just a towel slung around his waist, you couldn't help but gawk.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his suspicion as obvious as his amusement at your flustered state.

Your hands were behind your back to hide the almost stolen item, your eyes fighting to keep away from his bare chest and failing miserably. You had no idea that his tattoos stretched down his chest, and the way they dipped beneath the edge of the already dangerously low towel had your mind reeling.

“Nothing, just a— it's a routine check” you finally peeped out, trying to sound casual. You had never been good at lying, and you could tell that much was obvious to Hardcase by the way his lips twisted in a smirk.

You quickly darted for the door, the offending item still behind you back to not get caught. You knew the jig was going to be up soon enough, but you didn't feel like answering for your crimes while he was only wearing a towel and you couldn't keep your eyes on his. Unfortunately, Hardcase had other ideas.

He reached out, blocking the exit and causing a small startled yelp to fall from your lips. Your eyes trailed along the toned arm that stopped you from leaving, lingering on the tattoo that circled his bicep, and finally making your way up to his face.

“A routine check?” he spoke, smirking broadly at you, “mesh'la, we both know that's well beneath you”

“Well, I like to know what's going on aboard my ship” your voice was wavering and you internally cursed yourself for letting him get to you like this.

He leaned in a little, his voice dropping fractionally, “you need to know what's going on in my bunk specifically?”

Hardcase had always had fun toying with you, even outside of the pranks. When he'd seek you out during his moments of respite and natter away, telling you a great many things about his most recent deployment, he'd always find a way to gently push your boundaries, not enough to make you uncomfortable, but just enough to get you flustered. It was low hanging fruit really, with you being so shy it was so easy to make you blush, as you knew you were now.

“I— it wasn't just— I was—” you shut your mouth, just looking up at him not knowing how to explain yourself without some kind of confrontation.

Hardcase stared back, his gaze appraising and amused. He nodded behind you, “what have you got there?”

Your eyes went wide, “nothing! It's like I said, just doing some checks”

You knew you were bright red, betraying your lies even further than your shaky and stuttering voice, and you had to look away from him. He took the opportunity to quickly reach around you, taking back his property and holding it above his head so you couldn't seize it again, even though you tried to. He was much taller than you, it was helpless.

“Ah, my player, you know this has gone missing be—” his eyes thinned as he looked back at you.

You rocked back onto your heels and clasped your hands together, looking up at him innocently. You knew you were caught now.

“…Before” he finished the thought and his eyes widened, “you're the one who's been stealing from me?”

You were surprised to see that he was grinning as he said it, and it only unnerved you more.

“No! I don't do that sort of—” you tried to argue your case, but he wasn't having it.

“And yet here you are… stealing”

You looked away, your face aflame, and uncertain of how to get out of this situation. Before you could figure it out, you felt his hand on your chin, tipping your face back his way.

“I must admit, I'm impressed” He said as he looked down at you with a thoughtful expression.

“Impressed?” you practically squeaked, unsure what direction this was going in.

“Mhm” he hummed as he ran his thumb over your chin, “I didn't realise you were so… devious”

You didn't say anything, but one side of your mouth quirked up on instinct. His gaze flicked down to watch it happen and then he peered back into your eyes, mischief swirling within his own.

“You know, you owe Jesse an apology” Hardcase said, towering over you even more as he stepped into your space, and you frowned a little, not understanding his words. “I called him a thief and said he was stealing my stuff, started watching him more closely”

You were entirely captivated by him, hanging on his every word, and it was as much a shock to you as it was amusing to him. He was still holding your chin and with his proximity to you now, your head was tipped back to look up at him.

He gripped you tighter with a calculating smirk, “Only… you were the little thief I should’ve had my eye on”

You gulped, the deep baritone timbre he was employing evidently having its intended effect, and rendering you speechless.

“Better watch your back, mesh'la”

You didn't know what that word meant, he’d said it to you before, but that was no comfort as he left your space and went back over to his bunk, placing down the items you had tried to steal. Still rooted in your place and watching him, he hooked his thumbs into his towel, and smirked at you once again when he noticed you standing there.

“you're not gonna try steal my towel too, are you?”

At that point you scrambled from the barracks and back to your own quarters, too embarrassed to do anything dignified.

It had been so long since Hardcase had caught you in the act, that you'd forgotten just how long it had been.

You'd kept your eye on him ever since, and watched out for incoming pranks every moment of every day, but nothing had happened. Hardcase went on like he hadn't even caught you that day, continuing to throw small adulations your way as he passed you by in the corridor, occasionally sitting by you in the mess hall, coming to irritate you when you were working late. Though, unfortunately for you, it wasn't so irritating anymore. Maybe it never had been.

While you were weary of incoming tricks, his presence was such a simple joy that you didn't mind it at all. It was often soothing in a particularly strange way. You didn't speak an awful lot, but Hardcase would fill the silences with stories of his time in deployment, telling you about the tricks that him and his brothers had got up to. The friendship between you worked well because of it. He didn't mind that you were quiet, and in fact seemed to respect you more for it.

You were working in your office, sat on the floor with a cup of caf balanced dangerously on your knee as you tinkered with your malfunctioning datapad. You would be sat at your desk, but the mess that was atop it made doing any sort if work difficult. Besides, you preferred working on the floor, it made the work feel less tedious.

The door slid open and Hardcase strolled in, as if the office were his own, and he walked over to your position with a grin on his face. Without a word he sat down opposite you, cross legged to mirror your posture, his knees almost touching yours as he grabbed the mug of caf from your knee and took a sip. He placed it down on the floor as you eyed him suspiciously.

This behaviour wasn't abnormal for him, and you didn't mind it, but you were still suspicious of any incoming pranks. Your eyes roved his body, looking for anything unusual, but you found nothing. His expression was amused, watching you evaluate him.

“What?” you asked, giving him an uneasy look.

“What?” he asked back.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He wasn't usually bugging you at this time of day, usually he came by during the evening, but right now it was early in the morning. You had gotten up before everyone else to finish up a personal project; fixing your datapad. It had been on the fritz for a few days and it was starting to affect your workflow.

“Why are you awake?” you asked, looking back down to your datapad and flipping the tool in your hand to access a new angle.

You saw him shrug in your peripheral, “why not”

“As good a reason as any, I suppose” you muttered, your focus more drawn to your work than him.

He began tapping his foot gently, watching you as you worked. It was more of a comforting rhythm than a distraction, but you noticed it all the same. Then it stopped, as if he'd been thinking and come to a conclusion.

“Tell me something mesh'la” he spoke quietly, and your gaze snapped up to his, “have you been watching your back like I suggested?”

You frowned, suddenly very unnerved, “yeah, I suppose so”

“You've been watching me? making sure I'm not up to anything” he asked, the hint of a smirk lifting one side of his lips.

You were hesitant, but you answered, “yeah”

He hummed, nodding a little, “and what have you noticed?”

“Nothing”

“Nothing? Mesh'la, I'm hurt” he pouted, his hand rested over his heart, mockingly upset.

You huffed, unimpressed, “stop saying that, I don't know what it means”

In a distinctly agitated manner, you continued on tinkering with your device. Hardcase tipped his head so that he entered your field of view, trying to gain your attention.

“Come on, humour me”

Your eyes flicked up once again, and the look he was giving you made your stomach flip. His smile seemed genuine, so you put down your datapad and tool, clasping your hands together in your lap and giving him your undivided attention.

“I haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary” you said honestly, looking for an indication of what he might have done in his reaction.

His eyes narrowed a little, sending you an almost puzzled look, “then what is the ordinary?”

“I don't know…” you trailed off, the response somewhat of a default, but Hardcase looked strangely interested, “I don't need to tell you what you do ordinarily”

He chuckles, “maybe not, but go on anyway”

“Okay…” you gave him a strange look, not understanding why he wanted you to report your findings about his everyday routine. You thought for a moment, looking down to your fiddling hands, “well, you… you’re always more excitable right before meal times, just because you have more energy then. You use your music player when you've been around your brothers for a long time and they're being loud. You sometimes shy away from things if you've said you're going to do them, but otherwise you're impulsive. Uh— not that that’s a bad thing. You're… more focused than your brothers give you credit for, at least, when you are focused it's—”

You halted when you looked up, Hardcase’s expression was so tender that you were startled into silence for a moment.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked hesitantly, your body recoiling unsurely.

“You already knew all that stuff about me before I said to watch your back?” his voice was quiet, quieter than usual, and everything about his demeanour made you put your guard up further.

“Yeah, I mean I—” you stopped, eyes widening as the credit dropped, “wait…”

Hardcase’s lips lifted into an amused smile, though it was no less genuine.

“This was the trick, wasn't it?” you gestured vaguely in the space between you, “getting me to watch out all the time?”

He huffed a small laugh as his grin grew, “maybe, I figured you might torture yourself trying to figure out where it was coming from, so I just let you get on with it”

You shook your head in disbelief of your own foolishness, a light scoff passing your lips as you looked back down to get on with fixing your datapad. You really should have thought of that, but the more you let your mind dwell on it, the more you realised it was the perfect prank for someone as anxious as you.

You heard your name called before you could pick up your datapad once more, letting your eyes wander back to the man before you.

“I don't—” he paused, mouth twisting as if holding himself back before he found the right words, “I didn't know you… knew all that stuff”

“Well, it's just— no one pays attention to me, so it's easy to move around unnoticed” you shrugged nonchalantly, “it was pretty easy to figure you out”

“My brothers haven't figured out half the stuff you just said” he pointed out, his smile bordering on a smirk.

You scoffed quietly, “they're just not paying attention then”

“And you are?”

“I—” you then realised what he was really saying, what he had been saying, or trying to imply. You had to look down with the way a rosy tint spread across your cheeks, mumbling a reply, “I don't know, maybe”

Hardcase leaned forwards, resting an elbow against his knee as he tapped your chin gently, urging you to glance up at him once more. He was a lot closer than he had been, his face only a few inches from yours now, but you didn't back away.

“I did notice you, for the record” he said gingerly, his tone far more reverent than you were prepared for, and your insides constricted at the sound.

You waited for him to continue, make himself clear; you didn’t want to misinterpret what he was saying. Looking between his eyes to try and search for his meaning yourself, he let a small smile lift one side of his mouth to give you a more subdued version of his usual lopsided grin.

“I noticed you watching me, I just didn't know why”

You tilted your head to the side, “why didn't you say anything?”

“Didn't want to get my hopes up” Hardcase shrugged.

A frown creased your brow as you tried to understand, “I don't— um…what?”

He chuckled, the sound so warm and inviting that your heart skipped a beat, “I guess I hoped you were watching me because you were… interested in me, or something”

As his eyes darted to the side, his hand curling around the back of his neck in a sheepish manner, you saw the way his cheeks bloomed with colour, his eyes a little wide as if he'd said something he shouldn't have. You had never seen him act so bashful, and something about it made your stomach erupt into butterflies.

“And if I was?”

“What?” his eyes snapped back to yours, growing even wider.

“Interested in you” you clarified.

Hardcase's mouth hung open slightly, and you couldn't help but let a gentle smile curve your lips at his almost shocked expression.

“You are?” he was now grinning, his voice a whisper of disbelief.

You nodded tentatively, and his hands reached forward to grab you. A squeak left you at the sudden motion, and you had been pulled into his lap before you could even comprehend what's going on. His grin was enough already, but the steadfast grip he had on you made any self-discipline you had crumble into nothing.

“Mesh'la…” he whispered the foreign word as his eyes trailed the lines of your features, his fingers gently brushing across your cheekbone and resting his palm against you.

You offered a fake pout, and he chuckled, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, “sorry, can't help it”

He didn't seem very apologetic at all, and as much as it drew a laugh from you, it made your intrigue grow. The words were almost on your lips, to ask what the word meant, but Hardcase got there first.

His lips captured yours with an eagerness and fervour that made your heart implode, beating against your chest and his as his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against him. It was good really, that he held you so tightly and kept you rooted in place, otherwise you may have melted into a puddle as his ardour thawed any of the apprehension within you.

You pulled away, unable to hold yourself back from asking, “what does it mean?”

“what?” he blinked at you, his expression almost worried at your sudden departure from his lips.

“Mesh'la” you clarified.

“Oh” he broke out into a grin, rubbing his nose against yours as he chuckled lowly, “I'm not telling”

You huffed with a frown but he just smiled broadly at you, his eyes shining with the usual lick of mischief. Of course he was still going to find a way to toy with you, even now. You shook your head and brought your lips back to his with a fond smile, and he melted against you, a blissful hum sounding in his throat and rumbling through his chest.

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Group Sex - 501st x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You were the 501st barrack's bunny, and your men were finally returning home to you.

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

Pairing: 501st x F!Reader

Word Count: 18,349

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), anal sex, group sex, fluff, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, aftercare, 501st legion

Authour's Note: I don't know what to say about this one, I might have become possessed by the 501st, those boys just do something to me. Hope you enjoy!

When you had received word that your troopers would be arriving on Triple Zero for 2 weeks long rest, you had been ecstatic. It had been too quiet without your boys. Even though they had been away for a month, apparently General Skywalker had been called back by the Chancellor and the 501st were put on leave again. Not that you were complaining.

Lazing on one of the barrack bunks, freshly showered, you were lazily flipping through a book, trying to pass the time. When they returned, you knew Rex wouldn’t be with them, he would have to debrief first before coming to the barracks. Instead, you’d have the rest of your boys to entertain and look after. Stars! You had missed them.

The sound of the door opening had you flinging the book onto a cupboard next to the bed, and spinning around to see them piling in. However you didn’t get very far, as a heavy weight settled against your front, wrapping you up into large, strong arms.

“Hey Princess” you heard from the trooper and instantly knew who it was.

“Fives!” you chuckled, wheezing slightly as he still had his armour on. You could just make out the amused expression of Jesse and Hardcase as they stood at the bottom of the bed. Gently, you ran your fingers through Fives’ dark curls and felt him bury his face into your neck, his goatee tickling you slightly.

“Alright, let her breath!” Dogma grumbled, smacking at Fives’ foot as he passed and went to his own bunk. You sent him a thumbs up as Fives pushed himself up from you.

You couldn’t help but beam at the trooper, as he looked so excited to be back and see you once more. He cupped your face, brining you in for a kiss that had you clutching at his armour to steady yourself. His tongue slipped into your mouth, rolling playfully against yours before he pulled away.

“Missed you, Princess” he murmured, resting his head against yours.

“I missed you too” you replied, cupping his cheek and running your thumb against his sharp cheekbones.

“Yeah? That’s why you’re lying in my bed?” he grinned at you, running his fingers down your side.

“I switch bed every night” you rolled your eyes at him. Glancing behind him at the other troopers, you sent them a warm smile as well. “I missed all of you” you told them. You watched as your words hit the troopers, Tup blushed a lovely colour, Kix seemed to relax a little more, Dogma ducked his head – no doubt to hide his small grin, Hardcase let out a laugh and a hit to Fives’ shoulder that had him complaining and Jesse came over and pressed his lips to yours.

Warmth slid through you as Fives held you and Jesse kissed you. “We missed you too, pretty girl” he breathed, licking his lips after you parted from him.

“Rex still at command?” you wondered, as Fives seemed to have commandeered you for the moment. He scooped you up in his arms and pulled you into his lap as he sat against the top of the bed.

“Yeah, said he shouldn’t be too long” Jesse confirmed, beginning to take off his armour.

“More time for us, huh sweetheart?” Hardcase grinned, jumping onto Fives’ bunk. Hardcase ignored the ARC trooper’s complaints, and blocked a kick to his middle from Fives’.

“Play nice, or we won’t play at all!” you warned the pair of them before it could turn into a brawl. The rough and tumble of the 501st wasn’t new, and these fights never got out of hand enough for them to actually hurt the other, but it did often end up in accidents. Last time your caf mug had been shattered by Hardcase and he had received a lecture off Rex that wouldn’t soon be forgotten.

“Fine Princess” he grumbled, just as Hardcase shot you a salute and a wink.

Giggling, you leaned back into Fives’ chest, and pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin. His hand came to your bare thighs, squeezing them slightly as he held you tight. You hadn’t felt like getting fully dressed after your shower, there was no point when your boys were returning home.

Hardcase crawled in between your legs, gripping your chin lightly to turn you to face him. “Hey sweetheart, were you waiting for us?” Hardcase smiled, running his thumb over the line of your jaw. As you close your eyes and lean into his hand, he can’t help but fall even more in love with you. You’re always so sweet and wonderful to him and his vode.

“Course I was, handsome. It’s been pretty quiet around here without you on base” you chuckled, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. Remembering that the ARC trooper underneath you was still wearing his armour, you turned around to shoot him a pointed look. “Go and get undressed, now!” you ordered, glancing down at his armour.

“Yes ma’am” he saluted, slipping out from underneath you to take everything off. He had just been so excited to be back and see you that everything else left his mind.

Hardcase chuckled, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that had you clutching at his blacks. Case wrapped an around around your waist, pressing you into him as his tongue slipped into yours playfully. He teased you and had you groaning against his lips, wanting more but he always pulled away, enjoying you chasing after his lips.

Slipping your hands underneath his top, you took in the way his skin felt like a warm fire underneath your hands, at how strong and amazing he felt. Gripping the hem of the shirt, you tugged it over his head, Case helping you get it off over his head and his arms.

When he was exposed to your ravenous eyes, you couldn’t help but grin. Hardcase was beautiful. His tattoo ran down the length of his neck, down around his pecs and around his nipples, running down the centre of his torso before dipping down beneath his blacks. You knew from experience just where Hardcase’s extensive tattoo ended.

Thankfully there was only a few bruises and a few new scars to add to his collection, but you ran soft fingers and gentle kisses over them anyway. It was something you did with all your boys. None of them had ever experienced a loving touch, most – if not all – of the clones were touch starved and you wanted to remedy that as soon as possible. ‘

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he flirted, running a hand over your head as you kissed along his muscled abdomen.

“Always, trooper!” you replied, a wicked grin on your lips as you looked up into his beautiful brown orbs.

He chuckled, ducking down so he could kiss you once more.

Fives slid behind you, settling you back into his lap and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. His warm, broad, bare chest felt like a furnace against your back, but you couldn’t help but rock your hips backwards as you became lost to both Case’s and Fives’ kisses.

“I think we need this to come off, Princess. Wouldn’t want to tear another one of your pretty shirts, would we?” Fives breathed, trailing his hands distractingly up and down your arms.

Hardcase chuckled against your lips before pulling away, watching as Fives pulled your shirt up, leaving you fully exposed to his hungry eyes. “Wouldn’t be so bad if this was the sight we got to see everyday” Hardcase murmured, running a teasing thumb against your stiffening peak as the cool air of the barracks hit you.

“Agreed vod!” came the reply from somewhere over the opposite side of the room. You had a feeling it was Jesse that had said that.

Moaning at the way that Fives were pressed against you and the way that Hardcase continued to tease you. It felt natural to arch into Hardcase as he kissed down your body, paying close attention to the areas that you didn’t particularly like. It didn’t matter to any of them, they thought you were beautiful, stunning, kind, wonderful. They were determined to remind you of that every time this happened.

“Lean back sweetheart, let Fives make you feel good while I open you up for us” Hardcase murmured, sucking a mark on the soft skin of your hip.

You nodded, a whine caught in your throat as Fives’ large hands slid up your sides to your breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing gently. His hot, talented tongue worked it’s way along your shoulder and neck, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head so he could have more space for him to play with.

“Such a good girl for us, Princess. Already know what to do to help us make you feel good” Fives praised, fingers teasing around your nipples but never actually playing with them.

You heated up at his praise, at the way that he was teasing you, touching you but not touching you where you really wanted him to. “Fives!” you whined, arching your chest into his hands and hoping he’d take the hint.

“Oh don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you” Fives promised, smug lilt in his voice that you knew meant he was enjoying the way you reacted to him.

A thud sounded next to you and a boot landed next to Fives. Glancing up, you could see Kix was raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his brother. “We will take care of you” he corrected the ARC trooper.

“That’s what I meant” Fives rolled his eyes, nuzzling into your neck and dragging his lips against the column of your throat.

Sighing, you relaxed back into him, letting him put as many marks onto you as he wanted. You would wear them with pride.

However, your attention was brought back to the trooper between your legs, as he hooked his talented fingers underneath your panties and tugged them down your legs. The speed that he did had you blinking at him in shock, as he threw them onto his bunk. “Those are mine” he claimed, before gripping your knees and spreading your legs wide for him.

“Kriff, Case!” you cursed, as the sudden feeling of being exposed to him and the room at around him without warning.

“Sorry sweetheart, but kriff! You look amazing! Should see how wet she is” he murmured, pressing an apologetic kiss to your inner thigh as he got himself comfortable on his stomach. He let out a stifled moan as he stared at your opening. The glistening petals of your entrance was sticky with your arousal, slightly puffy from the rush of blood that pulsed in your aching core.

Before you could reassure him that you wasn’t really upset, he had taken one of your folds into his mouth, sucking the slick that coated them and moaning at the taste. Running his tongue over each one in turn, he groaned at the taste of you flooded his mouth. The enthusiasm and boundless energy that he normally carried with him was put to good use as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged you closer to him.

Crying out, you hooked your arm behind Fives’ neck, trying to keep yourself grounded as you bucked your hips up into Case’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Please ‘Case!” you whined, running your hand over his bald head and trying to tug him to your pulsating clit. It was begging to be touched, to be sucked into that warm, wet heat. But he was purposefully ignoring your little bud, instead focusing on tasting every bit of you, licking into your cunt and hissing curses against you.

It was almost with relief when Fives turned your head so he could press his lips against yours. He licked into your mouth, the angle a little awkward but you didn’t care. His tongue flicked over the roof of your mouth, and he chuckled slightly at the little moan that he swallowed from your mouth. One of his talented hands came to squeeze and massage at your breasts, thumb rubbing along the pebbled bud.

Arching up into his chest, it felt maddening, having both Hardcase and Fives strum your pleasure along between them. They played you like a well practised instrument, both of them pushing you higher and higher, encouraging you to feel everything they were doing to you. Fives twisted your nipple sharply, just as Hardcase took your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly on it.

“CASE!” you cried, writhing against him, nails digging into his shoulder as the white hot pleasure began to build and build.

However, Fives weren’t too keen on letting you get away with him, as he wrapped his arm around your middle, keeping you still against his chest. He trailed his lips down the line of your neck, groaning at how wonderful you smelt. He had missed you so much. The ARC trooper laughed slightly at the small growl that left you at not being able to writhe as much as you wanted.

“Keep still for us Princess” he said the words into the heated skin of your neck, brushing your hair back away from your sweaty forehead and temple. Feeling you relax slightly in his arms, he began to work on a few marks that would come up beautifully by tomorrow.

“Fives!” you moaned, running your hand up to his scalp and tugging at the dark curls there. It felt so good to have both of their tongues on you, feel the way that they looked after you and gave you such pleasure, even after surely feeling exhausted coming back from deployment. They were so good to you.

“Now those are some lovely noises you’re making, cyar’ika” Kix praised from across the room.

From your blurry vision, you saw that he and Jesse was at the perfect vantage spot on the bud opposite. They had a perfect view of your cunt being eaten by Hardcase, as well as the way you were displayed for all to see across Fives’ chest. The thought had you arching even more, wanting to put on a good show for them.

“I’ve only heard those noises coming from the lower level brothels, vod. Guess our brothers must be treating you right, pretty girl, huh?” Jesse’s voice replied, gaze dark and hungry as he took you in.

Flushing at his words, you buried your head as much as you could into Fives, more slick escaping you at the rush of embarrassment and excitement that rushed through you.

Fives tutted, hand sliding up your chest and your neck to your jaw, gripping slightly and pulling you away from him. He forced your eyes back on Jesse’s who looked even more handsome than normal. The way he was looking at you, like you were his next meal had your thighs quivering at the thought.

“No, Princess, don’t hide. Jesse asked you a question, think you can answer it?” he chided, nibbling at your ear.

Shuddering, you nodded, looking at the ARC trooper in front of you. You brain wracked for what he wanted you to say, your thoughts scattering at every twist of your nipple and suck of your clit. Jesse raised an eyebrow and you remembered what he wanted.

“So good, they treat me so… oh! Case! Treat me soooo good” you hissed, eyes slamming closed at the way Hardcase grazed his teeth lightly over your clit. It had you clinging onto his shoulder and throwing your head back against Fives. “Need more. Please, ‘Case… use your fingers” you begged, bucking your hips up into his mouth.

Hardcase chuckled against you, burying his face further into your cunt and gathering your juices on his tongue. The vibrations had you gasping, a painful tug on Fives’ hair and a warning growl from the ARC trooper and Hardcase pulled away with a smug look spread across his pretty face. “Whatever you command, sweetheart!” he promised, before sucking two fingers into his mouth and covering them generously before pressing one of his fingers inside of you.

The sensation of him filling you after so long had your eyes slamming closed and your breath stuttering in your chest. His fingers were thick and long, perfect and just what you needed after so long away from them.

“Kriff, so tight sweetheart. Gonna have to open you up if we’re gonna have some fun” he grinned up at you, mouth covered in slick and eyes dancing in delight at the feel of your walls clutching around his finger. You were so warm and wet, but he knew he’d have to open you up more if you wanted to enjoy the night with his brothers and him.

“Please!” you gasped, hooking your legs around the small of his back and digging your heels into him.

A sharp nip at your shoulder had you whimpering, and you turned to pout up at a mischievous looking Fives. “Haven’t forgotten me, Princess? Look how well you’re taking Hardcase’s fingers. Can’t wait to see you taking out cocks. Never gonna be empty for long. Always going to have our cum or our cocks in you, Princess” he whispered filthily into your ear.

Nodding, you squirmed at that, desperately wanting that as well. You could just imagine how ruined you would be by the end of the night. Pulling him closer to you, you pressed a string of kisses along his jaw and to the corner of his mouth.

“Kiss me, please?”

Fives grunted, and you could feel the way his cock twitched against you at your request. He wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours, prying your lips open for a dirty kiss, not leaving any space in between you. He kissed you like you were the only oxygen he would ever need, and honestly you felt the same, unable to think at the high that was racing towards you. It was almost too distracting, just catching when Hardcase pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching you out.

Fives hissed, resting his forehead against yours and panting heavily against you. “Such a good girl for us” he whispered, hips bucking up into your ass. You beamed at the praise, nuzzling into him and drawing him in for another kiss, guiding his hands back to your breasts.

Hardcase looked up and grinned, noticing the way you and his brother became lost in each other. He enjoyed watching you with his brothers nearly as much as he did when he was the one making you cum. Changing the angle of his fingers entering inside of you, he searched for that spot that always made you cum around him. It took a couple of tries before he found it, as you pulled away from Fives with a loud shout, hips almost coming off the bed if it wasn’t for the hand that Fives pinned you down with.

Smirking at your reaction, he slid another finger in, making sure to keep hitting that spot before he pulled your clit into his mouth, suckling down on your bundle of nerves at the same time as he rubbed at the spot inside of you.

Feeling more arousal leak down onto the bed underneath you, your core tightened and you knew that it wouldn’t take much more before you found your release. But it wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted to feel them first. Feel their cocks inside of you and cum around them, clenching and milking them for all it was worth.

“No, no, please. Want to cum with you inside me, please!” you begged, pushing Hardcase away from your pulsing core. He instantly moved away, stroking down your thighs soothingly as he listened to your words through heavy pants.

“Of course sweetheart” he nodded, before glancing up at Fives. “Mouth or pussy, vod?” he asked, hearing the hitch in your breath at the way he spoke about you.

Fives gave a little nip to the hinge of your jaw before pulling away. “You’ve just tasted this sweet little hole, ‘Case. I think it’s only fair if I get to feel Princess around me” Fives bargained, nuzzling into the space underneath your ear before sliding out from underneath you.

Hardcase came to the top of the bunk, gathering your pillows and helping to put them under your head for support. He sent you a wink as you lined up perfectly with the hard on that he was supporting under his blacks. Chuckling, you teasingly ran his fingers across the edge of his blacks, leaning forward to lick at the bronze skin above your fingers. He let a spluttering gasp, hips bucking forward at your touch.

“Eager aren’t we, vod?” Fives snickered, poking at Hardcase’s back and causing him to roll his eyes at his older brother.

“Like you aren’t?” he retorted, eyes flickering to the tent in Fives’ blacks.

“Who wouldn’t be?” Fives murmured, running his hands up your quivering thighs. He let out a little groan as your legs widened slightly at his touch, beckoning him closer to you.

You helped pulled Hardcase’s blacks down, his cock popping out of it as soon as the material was gone. You groaned, seeing the angry, red head bobbing in front of you. “So perfect” you whispered, tracing the lines of his tattoo down past his navel and to the base of his cock where it ended.

“Sure you want this, sweetheart?” he checked in, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheeks.

Smiling softly at the care and devotion they all had for you, you nodded and kissed his palm. “I’m sure, Case. I always want you” you confirmed, hoping your sincerity shone through enough to reassure the trooper.

“Always want you too love. You’re so beautiful, and kind and wonderful. We’re so kriffing lucky to have you” he groaned, as you trailing your fingers around the base of his cock and through the dark, wiry hairs there.

Hardcase straddled your shoulders, making sure that he didn’t put any weight on you in case he hurt you. His cock bobbed in front of your face, and you couldn’t help yourself, you licked a broad stripe along the underside of his length.

Hardcase let out a long, deep moan, hands coming to land on the wall behind you. He bit his lip and looked down at you with glazed eyes. He was always so responsive to your touch. Stroking your hands up his thick, powerful thighs, you swirled your tongue around his tip, collecting his arousal on your tongue. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, you stuck out your tongue, showing the few drops collected on there before swallowing them down.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you should be illegal” he rasped out, reaching out to rub his thumb over your lips. Winking at him, you took his thumb into your suck, lathering attention on it and sucking on the calloused pad.

However, a startled gasp fell from you, as you felt Fives’ cock run up and down your folds, collecting your juices and covering himself in them before he entered you. “Ready for me, Princess?” Fives asked, squeezing your thigh.

Even though you couldn’t see Fives around Hardcase’s bulk, you reached past him to try and grab a hold of some part of Fives. You felt his hand entwine with yours, squeezing your fingers softly in between his own. “Yes, I’m ready for you” you sighed, a soft smile sliding along your face.

You felt Fives’ cock notch at your entrance, the tip of him just about pressing in. Slowly, and with no doubt a lot of restraint from you both, Fives pushed inside of you. He cursed at the delicious – too hot—so wet feel of your walls around him as they clutched at his length. He stretched you open, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs and hips as he kept going until he was all the way inside of you.

Releasing a shaky, hot breath over the hard length in front of you and causing Hardcase to grunt, you gripped the bedsheets beneath you, trying to steady yourself at how good it felt to be filled by the ARC troopers.

When you had settled down, you let out a small whine. “You can move” you told him, before turning your attentions back to Hardcase. He had been so patient, waiting for you to adjust to Fives’ cock before you took him in your mouth.

Gripping the base of Hardcase’s cock to steady it, you kitten licked the tip, causing delightful grumbles to echo in the trooper’s chest. The deep, pleasurable noises caused you to flush even more, and you felt the orgasm that had been pushed away before start to build once more. Hearing and seeing how good you made your boys feel always made you feel special and had you wanting to give them everything.

Pumping and twisting at the base, you took the head of him in your mouth, moaning at the taste of him. Hardcase groaned, sliding his hand into your hair. He didn’t pull or direct your mouth, instead he kept his hand there – comforting and reassuring. Whatever you wanted to do, he was happy with. Kriff, you loved this man so much!

As Fives’ pace increased, you tried to match it as you bobbed your head up and down Case’s length, taking more and more of him in with each downward sweep. However it was hard to concentrate, especially as Fives kept tilting his hips up, trying to find that spot inside of you that would have you writhing on his cock.

“Good girl, taking us so well. How does she look, Case?” Fives called to his vod’ika.

“Like a dream” Hardcase mumbled, enjoying the flush working it’s way across your face at his words and the way you tried to take him deeper into your throat.

Your hands came up to pump the bit of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other to his balls, rolling them in your hand and squeezing gently.

Fives tapped on Hardcase’s shoulder and the other trooper nodded, withdrawing from your mouth with a muffled curse.

“Do you think you can take me in here, sweetheart? I promise, if you want me to stop then all you have to do is tap my thigh 3 times” Hardcase told you, almost getting distracted from your slick, swollen lips.

“Okay, tap 3 times on your thigh” you confirmed, knowing that he was checking in on you because they were going to ramp up the intensity.

“Perfect, perfect girl” Fives praised, landing a kiss over your heart. You beamed at the affection from them.

Hardcase cupped your cheeks, never gripping on to you too strongly as he guided your mouth back down his length. “Alright, sweetheart, take a breath” he instructed. As you did, you were prepared for him to thrust inside of you, pushing down your throat. You squeezed his thighs to keep you grounded as he began to thrust his cock inside of you. At the same time, you felt Fives increase his pace, fingers coming to rub at your bundle of nerves.

It had you writhing, trying to buck your hips into Fives’ thrusts and keeping still enough for Hardcase to take over fucking your mouth. Whining around Case’s cock and squeezing down onto Fives’ had them both letting out stilted curses and growls, both of them becoming lost in the feel of you around them. But they still kept in time with each other, every time Fives thrust into you, Hardcase did the same, pressing further into your mouth.

The effect had you feeling light headed, stretched around them both and unable to do anything but take it. The only sign of your pleasure was in the way you squeezed Hardcase’s thighs and wrapped your legs around Fives’ waist, tugging him deeper inside of you with your heels.

As they continued to thrust inside of you, the wave of pleasure built and built and you know your release was close. It felt overwhelming, the two of them fucking you after so long with them not being here. It was almost too much. Tears began to run down your cheeks and Hardcase stilled but you shook your head, closing your eyes and taking him back into your mouth.

“That’s it, sweet, beautiful girl. Taking us so well, Maker you feel so good!” Hardcase whispered in awe, stroking away the tears that was falling.

“Can’t last… need you to cum for us” Fives grunted, hips beginning to stutter but he was determined to have you cumming first. He rubbing his fingers around your clit just right, making sure to thrust up into the spongy part of your walls.

It was just what you needed as you felt them push you over the edge, your release washing over you and having you shuddering against them. Your muscles clutched and clenched around Fives’ cock, and it was enough to send him over as well, shouting out your name in the barracks as he filled you with his cum.

Hardcase gritted his teeth, trying to hold on as you began to come round from your own release. He pumped his length a few times, and you stuck out your tongue, just like you did before. He growled out your name, thick white ropes of cum spurting against your tongue before you swallowed his release.

Both troopers collapsed next to you, bundling you up in their arms.

“Kriff, that’s the best welcome home present ever” Fives breathed, chest heavily slightly as he began to calm down.

“Yeah, it’s definitely one reason for us to keep fighting to come back to you” Hardcase agreed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your chest.

“Glad I could help… and if it keeps you coming back to me” you murmured, heart clenching slightly at the very real possibility that some of your boys wouldn’t always be coming back to you. It had you burying your head into Fives’ neck and he pressed a soothing hand to the back of your head, keeping you against him as he kissed the top of your head in comfort.

When you had regained your breath, you sat up slightly, much to Hardcase’s annoyance, and spotted Tup sitting in his bunk. He was dressed in only the bottom half of his blacks, although he was supporting a very telling bulge in them. His lovely, warm, tanned chest was on full display and you struggled to not lick your lips at the sight of him. But he was reading his datapad, content to wait until you were ready for him. As you watched him, he kept pushing falling strands of hair away from his eyes, huffing in frustration.

Pushing yourself up, you wanted to take care of your adorable, handsome trooper. Kix passed you, giving your cheek a quick kiss before his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, and sending you over to his vod’ika.

“Here, it might be better to just take it down. You’re able to relax now, sweet boy” you suggested, sitting on his bunk.

“It’s annoying” he frowned, pushing another lock of hair away from his eyes.

“Let me?” you asked quietly, resting a hand on his knee. This was a request, he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to.

Grinning, he pressed a kiss to your other cheek and sat on the floor between your legs. Rolling your eyes at him, you grabbed his pillow and handed it to him. You didn't want him to be uncomfortable. He muttered a quiet thank you, cheeks tinting pink at the casual display of care and love you gave him before he got comfortable on the pillow.

Smiling softly, you began to gently tug Tup’s hair out of his bun, letting the long curls free from their prison. He let out a soft moan at the feel of his hair finally coursing down his back. Carefully, you combed your fingers through his hair, untangling any knots you found and smoothing them out.

“Do you want me to braid it for you?” you murmured, running your fingers through your hair as you tightened your legs around him.

“Maybe later before we go to sleep” he suggested softly, pressing a kiss to your knee. Humming in agreement, you helped massage his tense shoulders, feeling them relax under your careful but forceful touch.

“Hey, how come we didn’t get massages?” Fives complained, lounging on his bunk with Hardcase.

“Because Tup is her favourite and the baby of the company” Jesse smirked, leaning his elbow against Kix’s bed. The trooper in question shoved him off his bed, just as Tup scowled at his ori’vod.

“I’m not the baby, I’m not even a shiny any more! Dogma and I were from the same batch!” Tup protested, pointing over to Dogma who was watching you with lust-filled eyes.

Sending Dogma a wink, you watched as he blushed and rolled his eyes. “Actually, I was decanted before you, vod” Dogma reminded him. There was snickers and laughter from the rest of the men at that and Tup just huffed.

“Ignore them, love. They’re just jealous because you are actually my favourite” you grinned at him, helping him to his feet and ignoring the ruckus that comment caused. Pulling him down onto the bed beside you, he sent you a small smile of gratitude before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.

Tup pressed small kisses along your jaw, over your cheeks and nose, one on the corner of your lips and then finally a teasing kiss to your lips.

Sighing, you let yourself become lost in his lips and the way they were stoking the fire inside of you once more. He didn’t seem to mind that you had just taken Hardcase into your mouth and swallowed down his cum. In fact, as you moaned and pressed your chest against his, hands slipping over his broad shoulders and the warm expanse of his back, you felt him deepen the kiss even more, almost like he was trying to absorb your very being into him.

Tugging back as oxygen became more crucial to you, he sent you a charming smile and a heated look. It was a very good look on him, and you helped guide him up the bed, making sure he was comfortable on his pillows that you collected from the floor, before straddling his hips.

“You look gorgeous like that, baby” Dogma called from the opposite bunk.

“Yeah” Tup breathed, hands coming to land on your waist and steadying you against the bulge you were pressing down on.

Turning around and sending Dogma a quick smirk, you knew it wouldn’t be long before Dogma got his time with you. The man was always so worked up but didn’t like to give into his desires too soon. Trying to prove to others the control he had over himself. Oh well, you knew just how to get him to let go.

Returning back to Tup, you leaned forward and cupped his cheeks, running your gaze over the handsome trooper. Tup was beautiful, his handsome face and enchanting and charming eyes always made your heart flutter. Tracing the teardrop under his eye, you watched as Tup’s eyes closed and a sigh escaped through his parted lips. Absolutely stunning.

As you lay kisses along his jaw, and down his neck, you slid your hands up and down his chest, feeling the scars that he had already accumulated at his time as a soldier. Your mouth followed your fingers, pressing soft kisses and gentle licks to his scars until Tup was whining softly, his hips rising up to meet yours.

There was a new one on his lower hip, just before the waistline of his blacks, and you frowned, hand raised to touch it as you slid down his body, but you were unsure whether you could touch it. It looked pink and raised, very early on in the healing stage by the look of it. He could have even gotten it in the last battle. The thought made you feel sick at the thought of losing Tup, of losing any of your boys.

“It’s alright mesh’la, caught a bit of debris, Kix fixed it up for me” Tup assured, hands skimming over your shoulders and through your hair, pushing it back away from your face.

“He’s right, we got to him as quick as we could. Tup’s a fighter” Kix reassured, leaning down from his bunk above.

You sent him a small grateful smile in relief before turning your attentions back to your trooper. “Does it still hurt?” you asked Tup, heart aching at the thought of causing him more pain.

“No, I promise mesh’la, I’m all healed up” he soothed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Alright, my love. How do you want me tonight?” you asked him, a sultry lilt to your voice and a wicked gleam in your eye. You ran your nails down his covered thighs, dragging your nails back up to repeat the motion.

Tup let out a broken moan, thighs tensing under your hands as he bit his lip to muffle any more noises. “Can-Can I have your mouth mesh’la?” he breathed, tongue coming out to wet his lip.

You couldn’t help but follow his movement, wanting to feel that against your own. Leaning up, you hovered over him, nuzzling your nose with his. Closing your eyes at the sweet moment, you rested your head against his. “Of course you can, my sweetest boy” you cooed, before licking into his mouth and feeling that tongue against yours.

Tup moaned, tugging you down onto him and wrapping you in his arms. He ran a hand up your naked back, before gripping your neck and tilting your head to better kiss you. He latched onto your lip, grazing it with his teeth before swallowing your moans.

Pulling back, chest heaving with every breath you took, you shot Tup a playful look before kissing down his body, sucking on his nipple. Hearing his soft groans, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for every noise and twitch of Tup’s cock beneath his blacks as it pressed into your stomach.

Once you were satisfied with the mark that you had made on Tup’s chest, you worked your way down, until you reached his blacks. Grinning up at him, you licked a stripe along his happy trail before reaching to undo his blacks.

Tup lifted his hips to help you push them down and he chuckled slightly at the way you tugged them off and threw them behind you. It was like they had personally offended you and you needed them to be as far away as possible from you.

Forever grateful that the GAR didn’t issue underwear to their troopers, you crawled back up Tup’s leg, hearing the strangled groan that he let out at the sight of you and the feel of your breasts along either side of his leg. His hand reached out to cup your breast, giving them a quick squeeze that had heat shooting down to your core. You hadn’t realised how slick you were down there, especially after taking Fives’ cum inside of you. But the warmth that spread through you was all for Tup.

“Mesh’la” he smiled, pinching your nipple.

You couldn’t help but moan at that, chest arching into his hold. They were still sensitive from Fives’ hand and fingers. But you wanted to see your sweet boy cum and lose control.

So you settled between Tup’s legs, unable to help sigh at the way his cock bobbed at your attention. He was just the first size, not too thick but with a lot of length behind him. It was always a struggle to take Tup, but kriff it was worth it.

Taking his heavy cock into your hand, you mouthed around his base, letting your saliva run into the dark, course hair at the base of his cock. He groaned at the feeling of some slipping down to his balls.

Grinning at the response, you began to twist and pump your hand, working him up as you pressed kisses along his groin. Maker, the sounds he let out was so hot, the short little huffs of breaths as he tried to control his breathing, the way he let out small groans that could barely be heard and the way he kept murmuring your name like a prayer.

“You can pull my hair, sweetheart” you reminded him, guiding his hand up to your head before swirling your tongue around his tip. Not giving him chance to reply or do anything, you took him in your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as you pushed yourself to take more of his length down your throat.

Tup whined, the hand tightening in your hair just to pull you up from him. “Don’t do too much, mesh’la” he reminded, shaking his head and sending you a concerned look.

“I want to choke on your cock, Tup. Will you let me?” you smirked, sliding your hand up and down his shaft, giving a little twist at the head.

Tup’s mouth feel open and he let out a loud groan, hips bucking up into your talented touch. “Yeah… yeah okay mesh’la. Whatever you want” he nodded, helping to guide you back down his cock.

As you took him into your mouth once more, you run soothing hands up and down his thigh, making sure that he knew you were alright every time he hit the back of your throat. Recalling an old trick your friend had once told you, you enclosed your fist around your thumb before sinking deeper onto Tup’s cock and bobbing your head.

“She looks perfect like that, she was made to be our barrack bunny.”

“Such a good little slut for us! Just look at the way her cunt clenches at that.”

“I think we’ve ruined her vods.”

“Good. She’s no one’s girl but ours.”

The words and the soft slick-slick of wet hands pumping their lengths made you whimper around Tup’s cock. His hand tightened in your hair briefly in reaction before relaxing once more. You couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the way they were speaking about you, and you ground your hips into the mattress, desperate for some relief. Shaking your ass at them, you hoped they would help you out, slide either their fingers or cock inside of you.

However, your troopers did nothing but laugh, and a quick smack landed on your ass. That was certainly Jesse, you could feel the sting and weight of his hand like a brand. Tup growled, hips bucking into you as he pulled you further down on his cock by the hand in your hair.

Massaging his balls in your hand, you could hear the way that Tup cried your name, hips pushing further into your mouth. Choking a little on him, you pulled back, taking a steadying breath before sliding back down his cock. Rolling his balls around in your hand, you continued to work your mouth on his cock, trying to take in as much as you can.

“Touch-touch yourself for me, mesh’la!” Tup ordered, and you whimpered around him, eager to follow his orders and make yourself feel just as good. When you ran a finger through your slick folds, you couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. You wanted to be filled again soon, wanted to feel another cock slide inside of you and take you. “Go on mesh’la, make yourself cum” he groaned, head thrown back as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

You could tell he was close, his cock getting bigger slightly, balls tightening and drawing up and his hips faltering. Tup tugged sharply at your hair, guiding you further down his cock until your eyes began to water. He cried out your name as he shot his load down your throat, instantly relaxing his hold as his release washed over him. Tup was always so considerate, always wanted to look after you and make sure you were comfortable.

So you weren’t surprised that when Tup had finished, he hooked his hands underneath yours and tugged you up along his body. A yelp escaped you but quickly turned into a groan as his softening cock brushed over your clit and through your folds.

His hands slipped in between you, circling at your entrance before two fingers slid inside of your dropping hole.

“TUP!” you cried, eyes squeezing shut as your pleasure sky rocketed at his touch. But Tup was determined to make you cum, not letting go of you until you were shaking against him, his hands twisting slightly and fingers curling to hit that spot.

“That’s it mesh’la, you’re perfect. Look so beautiful” he murmured hotly into your neck, as he helped shove you over the edge, your inner muscles clenching around him as his name echoed around the barracks.

As you panted against Tup’s chest, listening to his soothing words and his steadying heartbeat under your ear, you jumped at the door to the barracks opening. Tup stilled beneath you and you cracked an eye open to see that Captain Rex had walked into the room, still in his armour and helmet. He was back earlier than you had expected him to be.

A tension filled the air as everyone waited to see what Rex would do. Would he join in and skip the line, take you next? Or would he wait his turn, have you last so he could demonstrate just how much he could out do his brothers and have you shuddering around him?

“Well, looks like I got here just in time” he stated, taking his helmet off and spinning it around until he could place it under his arms. Rex examined the rest of the room, seeing the dishevelled look of Fives’ bed and the men resting on it. He noticed that all of them had their cocks out, pumping them as they watched the show.

Resting his helmet on a bunk, he came to crouch by the side of the bed, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Hey cyare, have they been taking good care of you?” he asked, making sure that you were alright.

You sighed at the feeling of his glove covered fingers moving over your head, nodding to his question and nuzzling into his hand and wrist as much as you could.

Rex chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before gripping your chin and tilting you up to look into his eyes. “Have you been taking good care of them as well?” he inquired, lips twitching into a smirk at your nod. “Good girl” he cooed, swooping down to press a devastating kiss to your lips. It was full of passion and want as he worked his tongue against yours.

You couldn’t help but whimper, remembering that he could probably taste Tup and Hardcase in your mouth. Pushing yourself up from Tup’s chest, the trooper laying a steadying hand on your lower back, you reached out for Rex, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer to you.

The Captain pulled away, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before smiling. He unwrapped your arms from around his neck before kissing both of your wrists. “Look after my men, and then I’ll take care of you cyare” he promised, running soothing circles into your hands with his thumb.

Nodding your head, you couldn’t help but pout a little, wanting to feel Rex against you now that he was here.

“Think it’s our turn, vod” Jesse winked, scooping you up in his arms and falling back with you onto his bunk. You giggled, wrapping your arms around Jesse and burying your head into his neck. His hands slid down your back and squeezed your ass, spreading your cheeks to the cool air of the room.

The slick of your arousal and the feel of Fives’ cum leaking out of you had you twitching at the cool air hit you, making you grimace at the way it felt against your heated skin. Jesse grinned, pressing kisses to the hinge of your jaw and running soothing hands along your lower back before squeezing your hips.

The bed dipped and you felt a warm chest press against your back. You couldn’t help but smile, raising your hand to card across the short, cropped hair of Kix. The medic ‘s warmth soaked into you, making you feel so safe and cared for. As did all of your boys. But there was just something about the medic that screamed that he would take care of you, even if he had to sedate you to ensure it.

He kissed along your shoulders before sliding his hands up your back and to the nape of your neck. Tightening his grip, he pulled you away from Jesse’s talented mouth as he was sucking marks onto your neck, making sure to avoid the ones that his brothers had made. Kix turned you slightly until he was kissing you properly, lips moving against yours softly, letting you control the pace for a moment before he pressed harder against you. He drew your lip into his mouth, sucking on it slightly before pulling back.

Jesse beamed, enjoying seeing you with his brothers. Especially his best friend and brother. “Can I have a kiss, pretty girl?” he teased, running his thumb against your kiss swollen lips.

“When have I told you no?” you breathed, voice slightly rasping at the way your throat had been used and the way your own noises had escaped from you.

“Can always tell me no, pretty girl. You know that. Never want to do anything you don’t want” Jesse assured, running his nose along your cheek, eyes closed as he savoured your touch, the softness and sweet smell of you.

Chest tightening at just how much you loved him, you cupped his cheeks and harshly smashed your lips against his. Jesse’s gasp had you slipping your tongue into his, delighting at the playful way his tongue moved with yours. Jesse gripped your hips tightly, pressing you down onto his cock and moaning at the feel of your heat against him.

There was a sound of something being thrown and then a dull thunk as it landed on the bed next to you. You went to pull away from Jesse’s talented mouth, confused about that when a firm hand came to lay between your shoulder blades.

You flushed in embarrassment when you realised that both troopers were naked, their blacks chucked off a while ago. You had been too distracted with Tup to realise they had been undressing and Rex had taken over your thoughts when he had come in. Your thoughts became more hazy as Jesse made his way down your neck to your chest, biting marks and sucking purpling bruises on your pretty skin.

“Think you can handle this much, cyar’ika?” Kix frowned, pressing his hips into yours, his length slipping through your cheeks.

Blushing heavily, you couldn’t help but nod and reach back for the medic, even while Jesse began sucking on your tits. You wanted to reassure Kix, you could take them both like this tonight. It wasn’t something you always did, some of the times the men were content to keep just to your mouth and cunt, but tonight was special. You were welcoming them back from deployment. You wanted to feel them everywhere.

“I can… just go slow” you nodded, feeling Kix lean down and kiss your shoulder.

“Of course I will, cyar’ika. It’s been so long since you took us here. Have you been using the training plugs?” he shushed, soothing you gently as you let out a whine. Jesse ran his tongue over your nipple in apology of his rough treatment.

Kix’s question caused you to flush even more, and you couldn’t help but try to hide into Jesse’s broad chest.

“Ha! That means yes!” Dogma announced, and you could hear Kix’s chuckle from behind you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, cyar’ika. Shows what a good girl you are, following instructions even when we weren’t here. So proud of you” he cooed, running his hands soothingly up and down your sides. “It’s going to make this a bit easier for you, love” he muttered, hands pulling away to expose your tight hole to his eyes.

Gasping, you couldn’t help but press back into Kix, causing Jesse to buck into you, chasing your warmth against his length. The sound of a bottle opening and the sound of liquid spilling onto something had you biting your lip to stop the moan from escaping.

“Hey, pretty girl, look at me” Jesse requested, his tattoo scrunching up at the smile that was spread across his face. You returned it, eyes locking onto his own as you cupped his cheek. “Gonna take such good care of you” he vowed, before pulling you down for a heavy kiss.

For a few moments, you were distracted by the sounds and taste of Jesse kissing you, that you didn’t notice Kix spread your cheeks once more and pressed a very slicked up finger past the tight ring of muscles. Gasping, you clung onto Jesse, trying to think past the strange sensation of being opened up by someone other than yourself.

“Going to go slow, cyar’ika” he soothed, pouring more lube along the crack of your arse and letting it pool around his finger. Pulling out, he collected more lube and worked it around your tight hole. His finger pressed in again, pushing in deeper this time and it had you groaning, tensing up slightly. However both Kix and Jesse rushed to reassure you, pressing sweet kisses and soothing touches along your sides and back.

Jesse pulled you back towards him, one hand coming to cup your cheek and kiss you, the other slipping in between you and rubbing at your clit. The burst of pleasure helped in taking Kix’s finger all the way inside of you.

“I like opening you up like this, cyar’ika. Like knowing that I’m the one taking care of you like this, that you don’t have to worry about anything because I’ll always look after you, make you feel safe and good” Kix admitted, squeezing your thigh where it met your ass cheek.

Groaning, you clenched around the intruding finger and pushed back into him, moaning into Jesse’s mouth at the way his words echoed through you. Kriff, these men loved you so much! And Kix enjoyed opening your ass, because then he knew that you wouldn’t be hurt, would enjoy all your exploits because he had opened you up right. The competency of him and the way he protected you had a spark of lightning shoot through you to your core.

“Ohh, she likes that idea vod! Pretty girl shuddered like she was about to cum” Jesse chuckled, nipping at your jaw as he changed the pace of his fingers.

There was an answering huff of amusement from behind you and Kix leaned more into you. “Did you like that, cyar’ika? Like knowing how much I love you. Love keeping you close to take care of you. That’s why I won’t let any of my other medics attend you. Did you know that?” he mumbled to you, before slicking up his second finger and pushed that alongside his first finger.

The sound that left you sounded animalistic, and you didn’t know if it was because of Kix and his protective tendencies or the way it felt so good to have two of his fingers stretching your forbidden hole. Shaking your head, you clutched onto Jesse, feeling how your arousal was leaking out of you and down your thighs. No doubt Jesse could feel just how much this was turning you on.

“Nobody can treat you as well as I can. None of them know you like I do, what makes you smile or laugh in my med bay. What scares you when you’re getting treated. What makes you want to run and hide but don’t because you’re so brave. Like when you let me set that broken arm of yours. My brave, girl. I’ve seen battle-hardened troopers cry and flinch and scream at me setting a bone. But you were so brave” he whispered praise to you, and you couldn’t help but let out a little sob. It was so overwhelming to be caught in Kix’s love.

You remembered that day very well. You and Hardcase had been trying to prank Rex by dumping a bucket of glitter onto his head in his quarters. You had been up the ladder, balancing the bucket when you had lost your footing and fell back onto Rex’s desk, catching your arm on the corner. Hardcase had rushed you to Kix, as you sobbed into his shirt, trying to ignore the pain flaring in your arm. Kix had been so gentle and kind with you, never leaving you for longer than necessary to get the equipment that he needed. Even when he gave you a hypo of painkillers, he had been so soft with you, rubbing where he had stabbed you with it. Kix had told you everything he was doing, voice caring but firm. He had made the terrible experience so much better.

“Jesse!” you cried, staring into his oak-coloured eyes, begging him to quieten his brother.

“I know pretty girl, but we all love you so much. Do you want him to stop altogether or just get on with it?” Jesse asked, a playful tone to his voice but you knew the question was serious. Jesse brushed the tears away from your cheeks and gave you a soothing smile. Kix stopped his movements, waiting for your answer to Jesse.

“No, don’t stop! Just… no more” you pleaded, shaking your head.

“Hey, cyar’ika. I’ll stop, but can I still talk to you?” he inquired, resting a hand next to the both of you so he could look into your eyes.

Nodding, you pecked his lips and enjoyed the smile that brought out of him.

“One of these days, pretty girl, you’ll believe us when we say all these things” Jesse promised, returning back to his own touches of your clit. His other hand teasing your breasts.

Grunting at the feel of his fingers against your button, you bucked into him, whimpering at the way it sent you further down Kix’s fingers.

“Keep still, cyar’ika. We’ll take care of you, just be patient” Kix reminded, squeezing your hip to still you before twisting his fingers inside of you.

The moan that escaped you echoed around the barracks and had a hiss of a curse coming from Dogma and Rex. Both of them desperate to touch you while their brothers had already been satisfied. A second cry fell from your lips as Kix pushed a third finger inside of you, curling and scissoring them to spread you open for them.

“Kriff! I’m ready, please… I can take you” you whined, grazing your teeth across Jesse’s thick neck.

“You’re not ready until I say you’re ready” Kix chided firmly, making you pout.

Jesse smirked, tugging at your pouted lips. “It’s the medic in him” he teased you both, sending a smug look to his brother. You heard Kix grumble behind you.

“Now be a good girl and ride Jesse’s cock for me, yeah? He’s been ready to burst since you opened your pretty legs, cyar’ika” Kix ordered, squeezing the globes of your cheeks. And who was you to turn down an order.

“As if you haven’t!” Jesse scowled at his brother over your shoulder.

However, his ire was soon forgotten as he helped you to hover over him, Kix sitting on his haunches as he continued to open you up for them. Whimpering at the feel of them both, you tried to wiggle your ass for Kix, to encourage him to join in and fuck you. However, all you got was an unimpressed look shot your way and you huffed in annoyance.

“Don’t be a brat, cyare” Rex voice cut through your lustful haze. It had you wiping the pout off your lips and you leaned back to press a kiss to Kix’s chest, right above where his nipple was. It had the medic’s breath hitching and his cock twitched when you looked down.

Turning back around to your other handsome trooper, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Jesse was lounging back against the pillows, hand already busy.

“Think you can handle this much?” Jesse smirked at you, pumping his cock and letting his knuckles brush over your sensitive clit as you hovered over him.

Nodding, you bit your lip, taking in the way pre-cum beaded at the tip before sliding down his cock. You wanted to trace it’s path with your tongue, take him into your mouth and make him feel good. It was wonderful taking Jesse into your mouth, the man always gentle and encouraging as you slid his length down your throat, until he reached his end and he’d hold you down, nose pressed against the small curls at the base of his cock as he shot his load down your mouth.

Jesse must have seen the way you were looking at him because he chuckled, pulling his hand away from himself. “Not tonight, pretty girl. You can suck my cock tomorrow” he promised, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouty lips.

As you kissed him, you reached down to steady his cock before you sunk down on him. Groaning at the stretch, you wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in his kiss as you adjusted to his size. Jesse was a large man, with a thick powerful body that was mirrored in his cock. He was hot, heavy and pressed against your walls perfectly. Every time it took you a little bit to become used to his stretch.

Jesse was groaning against your lips, eyes squeezed shut and his Republic facial tattoo was scrunched up. It was a sweet, adorable look on him as he also got used to the tight, wet, heat of you surrounded him.

Thankfully Kix had stilled when you had sunk on Jesse’s cock, waiting for you both to be ready before he stretched you open further. When you began to rock against Jesse slightly, testing the way you felt, he began to rock his fingers against you as well, trying to keep to the same rhythm you were setting.

“Oh kriff, pretty girl. Feel like you’re going to swallow up my cock” Jesse hissed, hands settling on your hips to help you ride him up and down. With every ride and fall, you were also riding Kix’s hand as well, grinding down into both of them.

“So good! Feel so full” you groaned, reaching behind you for Kix, even as you kept one arm wrapped around Jesse’s broad shoulders. Kix leaned forward, growling softly at the way your fingers brushed against his tattoo at the side of his head. Your fingers able to tell the difference between the lightning bolts and the short dark hair that bristled against your fingertips as well.

“Lie down on Jesse’s chest, cyar’ika” Kix requested, running a hand up and down your side, enjoying the feeling of your sweat slicked skin moving against his own.

“Come here, pretty girl” Jesse grinned excitedly, pulling you down into him. He pressed a number of kisses along your cheeks and down to your neck. Giggling, you couldn’t help but kiss him back and try to mark his pretty bronzed skin.

When you heard the slick-slick noise of Kix fisting his cock and coating it in lube, it had you fluttering around Jesse, eager to have Kix in your ass.

“You should hurry up and get in our girl, Kix. She’s excited to have you in here” Jesse teased, fingers brushed around your lubed up hole.

“Jesse!” you huffed, flicking his nipple and making him yelp.

“I can’t wait to get inside of you either, cyar’ika” he promised, hand sliding to stroke across your back. “Take a deep breath for me, love” he directed, lining himself up before pushing into your tight ring of muscles.

Even though Kix had stretched you and made sure that you had lube leaking out of you, a cry still left your lips at the way Kix filled you up. All three of you let out broken noises as Kix slowly settled inside of you, pushing in only when you had relaxed around the part of his cock inside of you. Jesse could feel his brother through the thin bit of flesh that separated them. It had him clutching at you, bringing you even more into his chest as he tried to control himself. Kix couldn’t believe how tight you were still, even after opening you up himself. It always felt so good to take you here, the way your ass just seemed to want to draw him in with every thrust.

“Kriff! Kriff! Shit!” you hissed, trying to think past the thought of full-heat-pleasure that flashed through your head. Their cocks felt so heavy inside of you and it took everything you had to not shout at the feeling of them stretching you open and carving a place for themselves inside of you.

Finally, after a few minutes, the three of you had calmed down, breath settling and muscles relaxing enough that Kix and Jesse could begin to move.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Jesse asked, running a hand up the side of your thigh.

“I’m ready… you can move… please” you spluttered out, rocking back against them slightly. It had both Kix and Jesse letting out groans of pleasure, hands coming to squeeze you wherever they landed.

“Little minx” Jesse accused, brushing your hair away from your face as Kix’s hands settled on your hips. There was no doubt you’d have bruises there tomorrow. Not from the way all your troopers enjoyed holding you there.

Seemingly at a signal from the other, they both began moving in a co-ordinated rhythm, one pulled out and the other pushed in. Neither of them leaving you empty. Fives was right, you wouldn’t be empty at all tonight, either full of cock or cum.

Sighing, you settled your head on Jesse’s chest, taking in his soothing scents as they slowly moved inside of you, rocking you against Jesse’s chest in a way that sent lazy heat stirring through your stomach. Hearing a muffled groan, you fought against the pleasure washing through you to open your eyes.

Seeing the trooper opposite you, his hand pumping his cock, you could see just how hard he was, waiting his turn. The dusky pink head of his cock was turning awfully red, and there was already pre-cum leaking from the tip. Wanting to help him out as he patiently waited, you beckoned him over.

“Dogma… come ‘ere” you ordered, the words slurring slightly as Jesse hit a spot inside of you that had you clenching around him tightly. You groaned, head falling forward to land on Jesse’s collar and you nuzzled into his warmth.

You heard the bunk move, and two feet land on the barracks metal floor before walking over to you. Dogma appeared in your line of vision, kneeling on the bed next to Jesse’s side.

Panting heavily, body feeling like it was on fire by Jesse and Kix’s excellent rhythm keeping skills, you turned to him, noticing how tense he looked, brow furrowed and distorting his tattoo slightly.

“Want to make… you feel good” you breathed, reaching for his cock. It was standing proudly in front of you, and both yours and Dogma’s groans mixed as your hand slid along the silky, hard length and up to his slit. Gathering the arousal leaking out of him, you used it to spread it up and down his shaft.

“You do baby, always make me feel so good” he panted, jaw tensing as you pumped him leisurely, almost becoming lost at the hard thrust that Kix had given you. It pressed you further into Jesse’s chest, and Dogma groaned at the sight of you spread out for them.

“Fuck! Fuck! Kix! Jesse!” you cried, trying to push back into them and meet their thrust but Kix’s hands on your waist stopped you. Keeping you still and trapped between them.

Jesse shushed you softly, hand coming to grip at your shoulder blades and the other to the back of your neck as his hips slammed up into you. “Shh, you’re doing so well, pretty girl. Make the sweetest of noises. So beautiful, our girl. Our wonderful girl” he whispered softly into your ear, making sure to keep his touches light but his thrusts hard.

You squeezed around Dogma’s cock and he grunted, hand coming to guide yours against his length. Gasping out an apology, you loosened your hold but he just shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your open mouth.

“Alright baby, they’re making you feel so good, aren’t they?” Dogma soothed, licking into your lips and swallowing your shout as Kix placed a hand on your lower back, arching you up for them.

“Please, please, please” you cried, pleads coming out in a stream as your core tightened. The ache inside of you getting worse and you wished you could reach down to touch your clit as it begged for attention. You were so close, the both of them taking you and filling you so good as they pounded into you. Jesse’s hips shifted a bit and you let out a loud whine, nails clutching into Jesse’s chest at the way his cock rocked against your clit with every thrust in and out. It was just what you needed.

“Tell us what you want, cyar’ika. Ah! Kriff!” Kix moaned, gritting his teeth as he felt his own release approaching.

“Please let me cum, please” you begged, thoughts gone now. All you could focus on was the way that your holes clutched around them as they pulled out and swallowed them up when they slammed into you.

“Fuck! Such a good girl for us… ugh! Cum pretty girl, cum for us” Jesse hissed out, as he felt his balls tighten up and rise.

All it took was one, two more rough thrust into you and then you were screaming your release, your whole body tightening around them as wave after wave of white, hot, electric pleasure shot through you. It was all that Jesse needed, as his cock twitched inside of you, shooting his cum into your clenching channel. Kix cursed, flooding your ass with his cum as your tight muscles clenched around his cock, unable to move as your body shook with your powerful orgasm.

“Hey, ssh, you did so well. Taking us both together, you made us feel wonderful, cyar’ika” Kix whispered into you soothingly, his soft, praising words bringing you back to the present as you lay dazed in a warm, comfortable buzz.

“So perfect for us pretty girl. So special” Jesse added, massaging your shoulders and neck as his brother pressed kisses along your back.

Tension fled out of you and you were content to just lie in between them when you heard a shift to the side of you. Oh Dogma! You had left him with a painful hard on and had been wrapped around him. You hoped you hadn’t hurt him when you had reached your peak.

Flicking your eyes up at him, you were surprised to find that the man was looking at you softly, his cock still out red and swollen, but he looked at you like you were the only good thing in his life. “S’alright, baby. You looked so beautiful cumming like that, I nearly did as well” he soothed, stroking your hair back away from your face. Feeling like you were moving through treacle, you reached out for his cock but he shook his head, wrapping your fingers with his and placing them on the bed next to you. “No, not yet, baby. Rest first” he ordered you, voice gentle but firm.

“Get some water for her, vod’ika? I want to make sure she’s hydrated enough to continue” Kix instructed, looking at Dogma imploringly. Dogma grumbled at being the one to do it while his other brothers were lazing about after being seen to. But he did what he was told, because you probably did need some water.

“I’m fine!” you protested, although the point was probably lost as it came out in a rasp. Your throat dry from all the moans and noises you had been making. You didn’t need to look at Kix to know he was wearing a smug look on his pretty face.

A chuckle from the other bunk had you turning to scowl at the trooper, but stopped when you saw Rex smiling lovingly at you. It always made you feel so content to see Rex smile, he didn’t do that nearly enough because of this war. It was always a sight to see when he did.

“Don’t argue with a medic, cyare” Rex advised, his kind, brown eyes shining with affection.

“Yeah, he hurts!” Fives complained from his freshly laundered bunk. You noticed him and Tup were cuddling together, Hardcase at their feet as they all relaxed and either watched you or were on their datapad.

“Shut up vod!” Kix growled, before sending Dogma a grateful look as he came back with a glass of water for you. “Here, sit up, cyar’ika. Let Dogma help you” Kix encouraged, helping you to sit up slightly so Dogma could tip water into your mouth.

The coolness of the water soothed your throat, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief, reaching for the glass to get more. However Dogma stopped you, steadying you before he tilted the glass some more. These boys took such good care of you. Pulling away after nearly finishing the glass, you did feel better and you let out a purr of happiness as Jesse kissed your chin.

“We’re gonna pull out now, love” Kix warned you, hands stilling you.

Nodding, you let out a muffled groan at the feeling of first Kix slipping out of you and then Jesse pulling out of you. Grimacing, you clenched around the feeling of his cum leaking out your pussy, the slickness mixing with your own cum and arousal.

“Thank you, pretty girl, you’re so wonderful” Jesse mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before he slid out from underneath you. Groaning, you collapsed onto the bed, feeling Kix trail a soothing hand down your back before getting off the bed also.

You felt so wet and sore in a good way, and you knew it was going to continue. Your holes felt well used and you could only imagine what the apex of your legs looked like. The petals of your opening all swollen and puffy from use, covered in slick and cum and quivering slightly at the cool air hit your sensitive core.

“Hmm, you look so good like this, baby” Dogma breathed, fingers trailing a path from your ankle all the way up your leg until they stopped just before touching your groin. Sighing at his teasing touch, you opened your legs wider, hoping it would encourage him to keep going. But all he did was groan and kneel in between your spread legs.

“Can I take you like this?” he asked, hands coming up to your cheeks and spreading them to stare at your puffy hole.

“Please” you nodded, pushing back into his hands and feeling the stirrings of warmth begin again in your stomach.

Dogma ducked his head, licking a strip from your clit to your entrance, collecting all the mess that had been left behind and pushing it back inside of you with his broad tongue.

“Oh, Dogma!” you gasped, shocked at the move but nonetheless happy to have his mouth on you. You rocked back into him, as he kitten licked at your opening, teasing you and sending burst of pleasure to your clit. His thumb brushed lightly against your swollen clit and you buried your head into the pillows to muffle the noises that came from you.

However he pulled away before too long and you couldn’t hide your noise of disappointment. He chuckled, running his hands up and down your flank, before spreading your cheeks and touching the puckered entrance of your ass. It was still slick with lube and he let out a content groan.

“Okay, baby?” he checked in, squeezing your waist lightly to get your attention.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Don’t stop” you assured, closing your eyes in bliss.

Dogma reached for the bottle of lube, squirting some on his cock and letting out a hiss at the cool temperature against his heated skin. Making sure he coated himself enough so he wouldn’t hurt you, he nudged your legs a bit wider. His hands returned to your hips and he pulled them back to him, lifting you up onto your knees with your torso pressed to the mattress.

Unable to stop the moan that escaped you at hid manhandling and the position he put you in, you clutched tightly onto the pillows, almost giddy at the way he would take you like this.

You felt the press of his cock nudge at your tight entrance and you relaxed as much as possible, taking a deep breath in and nodding your consent. When he began to push in, it had you scrambling for the pillow. Your entrance was aching after Kix’s rough taking but it still felt so good, just the right edge of pleasure-pain at the way Dogma stretched you as he entered you.

When he had pushed all the way in, Dogma stopped, running soothing hands up and down your thighs and over your back as he waited for you to adjust to him. He could feel how tight you were around him, the way your muscles clutched at him and held him still. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, not after watching his brothers fuck you and the way you had pumped him a few minutes ago.

Getting an idea, he called your name softly. “Can I move you to face everyone?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes. It didn’t matter to him, but he thought it would be amazing for his brothers to see him fuck their little barracks bunny. It sent a prideful burst in his chest, knowing he would be the one to make you cum hard around his cock.

“Yeah… yeah sounds good” you breathed, biting your lip at the thought of them all watching you. Even though they had all been watching you before, it always turned you on to know that they were enjoying their brothers take you apart just as well as they themselves did.

Dogma pulled out, wrapping his arms around your waist and chest before picking you up and spinning you around. Putting you down, he reached back to the pillows and placed them under your chest to keep you propped us and comfortable. But now all of his brothers could see your face change and pleasure wash over you as he fucked your ass.

“Good idea, Dog’ika” Kix beamed at him, wearing fresh blacks as he came into the room from the refresher.

“She looks ready for you, Ori’vod” Tup agreed, sending you a lazy smile from the cuddle pile on Fives’ bed.

Wiggling your ass, you positioned yourself just as you were before. Chest pressed against the bed and ass high in the air for him. Presenting your dripping and ready holes for him.

Cursing softly, Dogma pumped his cock a couple more times before sinking into your tight, lubed up hole. His hands settled on your waist before he was withdrawing his cock, the heavy feel of him dragging out of you before slamming back inside in a hurried thrust. He set a slow, teasing withdrawal before entering you in a quick, rough thrust.

His pace kept you on edge, building the pleasure inside of you and never really being able to keep up with his changing, alternative style.

“Please, Dogma! More!” you begged, reaching for him.

Dogma growled, gripping your wrist and pinning it to the small of your back. Taking your other wrist, he gave it a gentle squeeze before he pulled it alongside your other and enclosed his hand around them both.

“OH! FUCK!” you cried, as the way he pinned you down had him thrusting into you at an entirely different angle. He felt even bigger inside of you as your hips were pushed up to meet his cock as he began pounding into you.

“Damn, she’s enjoying herself vod!” Hardcase leered, watching as your face contorted in pleasure at every thrust into your ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh! Dogma!” you panted, wriggling a hand out of his hold and reaching beneath you to circle and play with your throbbing clit.

“That’s it baby, play with yourself while I fuck your ass. Look at you, enjoying having my cock inside of here so much you just had to touch your pretty little clit” Dogma growled out, slamming his hips inside of you as he squeezed your wrist tighter.

“Should spank her a little vod” Fives suggested, watching eagerly as you let out a moan, nodding hurriedly at his words.

“Yes! Do it!” you ordered, feeling more slick leak out of your empty cunt.

Dogma gave you no warning, as he raised his hand high and brought it down on your ass cheek.

Crying out, you clenched tight around his cock, almost making it impossible to move as the burst of pleasure-pain shot through you. It made him feel even bigger inside of your tight hole. Dogma cursed, driving deeper inside of you as he did it again without you needing to ask, swapping between cheeks as he continued to fuck you.

“You close baby? Can feel how tight you got around my cock” Dogma hissed out, jaw clenching at the way his own release was approaching. But he wanted to push you over the edge first, wanted to feel you milk his cock as your own release washed through you.

“Don’t stop! Please! Right there Dogma, don’t stop!” you begged, eyes squeezed shut as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened with every thrust and brush of your clit. Dogma snarled, smacking your ass once more and dragging his nails down your cheek. That was all it took as you felt yourself fall over the cliff, your pussy clenching around nothing as you came around his cock.

“KRIFF! Baby!” he cried out, slamming into you a few more times before he stilled, releasing his load deep into your ass.

He collapsed against your back, wrapping his arms around you and tilting you to lay on your sides. Sighing softly at his soft touches against your stomach and sides, you leant back into him, eyes slipping closed as you tried to regain your breath.

Dogma nuzzled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to a bruise that was there before pulling away. You grumbled, missing the heat already. “Sorry baby, but I think the Captain is getting restless. He looks ready to pounce on you” he whispered, keeping his voice low so as to not alert the Captain to his words.

Looking over at Rex, you could see just how focused on you he was, his eyes trained on you, body tense and coiled like he was ready to snap. Deciding to tease him just a little, you let out an exaggerated groan and stretched your body for him to see.

Unfortunately, Rex didn’t even more and you couldn’t help but huff, rolling onto your belly and showing off for him.

“Dangerous game” Dogma warned, pushing himself up and giving your ass one last affectionate squeeze before he headed to the refresher to clean up. “Captain” he murmured, ducking his head in respect as he passed.

“Dogma” Rex replied, before his eyes narrowed on you and you sent him a filthy grin in return. Keeping his face stern, he raised two fingers and curled them, motioning you to come over to him.

Biting your lip, you pushed yourself up from the bed and sauntered over to Rex, making sure to swing your hips. Your body was covered in bites and bruises from his men. It was something that Rex loved to see on you. A kink of his that you and the rest of Torrent Company loved to indulge in. The Captain loved to see just how well his men handled you and how you worshipped the evidence of their claim on you.

“Hey, Captain! Finished the debrief?” you greeted, stopping in between his legs and trailing your fingers through his cropped blonde hair. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, noticing the tiredness in his eyes. Stars! What had happened to him during this deployment? He looked exhausted.

“Thank the Maker, if I have to listen to another complaint about funding again, it’ll be too soon” he huffed, leaning into your soft caresses. He ran his hands up your bare thighs, gripping them slightly before tugging you down into his lap.

“You poor thing, that’s why I didn’t get into politics. If I had to justify sending medical supplies rather than letting troopers die, I think I’d set the Senate on fire” you grinned, unable to help but want to punch the Chancellor in his sleazy, disgusting face.

That got a startled laugh out of Rex as he spread his legs wider, pulling you closer to him. He shook his head, eyes dancing with amusement now, and you returned the easy smile he sent you. “Careful, cyare. I don’t want to have to arrest you for treason” he teased, fingers sliding up your spine to grip the nape of your neck.

Tilting your head down, you rested your heads together and breathed in each others’ air. “You’d enjoy seeing my in cuffs. Probably get Fox to let you into my cell so you could fuck me” you chuckled, feeling his cock twitch underneath you at the idea. You ground down into his bulge, hearing a muffled moan start in his chest before Rex cut it off.

“Could always get my cuffs right now, cyare. Stop you being such a brat tonight” Rex growled against your neck, pressing his teeth playfully into you and causing you to flinch away at how ticklish you could be there.

“Maybe next time. Now I think I want to show my Captain a good time” you smirked, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck and kneading the tense muscles there.

However, Rex just shook his head, kissing the corner of your lips and pulling away as you chased after him for a proper kiss. “Nuh uh, cyare. Do you remember what I said before?” he chided, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you still, but he kept the one at the nape of your neck, holding you just where he wanted you.

“Rex!” you complained, remembering his promise to look after you if you took care of his men. But you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated him though.

“Ah ah, I made you a promise and I’m a man of my word, cyare” he said firmly, before throwing you on the bed beside him.

You yelped, bouncing slightly against the mattress. Not even having time to let out any argument, Rex was on top of you, spreading your legs around his waist. Even though his waist was very trimmed, the weight of him pressing you into the bed had you feeling fuzzy and hazy as everything disappeared apart from you and Rex.

Grinding down into you, he cupped your cheeks and brought you in for a kiss. It was both loving and filthy, Rex kissing you like he had been waiting for the chance to do so the moment he had left you. Now returned, he wasted no time in teasing at your mouth, nipping slightly at your raised lips before kitten licking the seams of your lips.

Opening up for him, you let out a relieved moan as his tongue pressed against yours. As he played with your mouth, his body rocked forward, grinding against your sensitive core. The rough coarse material of his black felt heavenly as it dragged against your clit. You gasped, bucking into him and grazing your teeth over his bottom lip.

Sliding the hands from around his neck, you trailed them down his muscular, scar ridden chest, feeling the hard, patch of skin that was near the centre of his chest. Giving it one last gentle stroke, you moved your way down his body, making sure your touch was light until it got to the waistline of his blacks.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Captain” you purred, gliding your hand over the hard on in his blacks and smirked at the wanton groan that Rex let out at the teasing touch. He pressed into your hand, not letting you move away to tease him further.

“Better fix that then” he muttered back, helping you as you pushed his blacks off his waist and down his legs, dragging your feet down to help shove them off him. “That better, cyare?” he asked, nipping at your ear lobe before suckling on it.

Gasping, you arched up into him and nodded, running your hands over him and giving his ass a good squeeze. Rex had an amazing bottom, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it and want to squeeze it all the time.

“Looks like someone got a little desperate while we were away” Rex smirked, as you tilted your head for him to press even more marks down your neck. He gladly pressed his lips to your collarbone, bringing the thin, fragile skin into his mouth and running his tongue over it. He bit down sharply onto it, before lathering it with soothing strokes of his tongue. You were going to have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow. Not that you cared. You revelled in them.

“Missed you” you admitted, pulling him down into your rolling hips. His hard cock brushed against your clit and you whined, ready and waiting for the Captain to fuck you.

Rex moved further down your chest, taking your stiffened peaks into his mouth and giving them all of his attention. He sucked hard, keeping his chest against your lower half to keep you pinned beneath him. His other hand came to play with your other nipple, rolling it in-between his fingers, gently tugging on it and lightly dragging his nail across it.

“Oh, Rex! Fucking hell!” you hissed, legs tightening around him as that little move of his caused more of your juices to slip out of your clenching hole.

Rex pulled off your swollen, spit-covered nipple and sent you a hungry look before swapping sides, paying close attention to the other one. He did the same on that side, making sure to draw out the sweetest noises from you before he was satisfied.

Kneeling up between your legs, he looked down at your glistening body and couldn’t help the wolfish look that spread across his face. It would seem that not a drop of cum was wasted on your body, instead his men preferring to release inside of you. Dragging his hand down your shivering form, he allowed his gaze to lower to the apex of your legs.

Holding back a groan, he couldn’t help but collect some of the cum leaking out of you and push it back inside. It had you groaning at the feeling of his thick, talented fingers entering you but you let him do what he wanted.

“Filled you up nicely, didn’t they, cyare? Didn’t waste any of it on you, we all wanted you to keep it deep inside of you” Rex said filthily, brushing his thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves. Your entrance did look puffy and glistening from the mixture of cum and your own arousal.

Pushing another finger in beside his other two, he crooked them just enough that it had your hips lifting off the bed. “Think you can cum like this for me?” he asked, voice devoid of any judgement or expectation. He really didn’t mind if you could or couldn’t. Rex just wanted to know where you were on your limit, checking in on you in a way that was subtle and maintained the mood, but made you aware that if you wanted to, he’d stop. He’d take you to the refresher, clean you up and wrap you in his arms and hold you as you both slept.

But that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Rex. All of him.

“No, want you!” you huffed, reaching for him and finding purchase on his forearm.

“You have me, cyare” he reminded softly, a loving smile spreading over his handsome features.

“No! I want your cock inside of me, please Rex. I want you to fuck me!” you begged, feeling frustrated at the way he was teasing you.

Rex chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you and shuffling forwards. His knees hit the back of your thighs, as his hands came up to lift your hips slightly so that they were in his lap. “Who am I to deny my precious cyare?” he shrugged, winking at you before he was notching the head of his cock at your entrance.

Feeling the slight stretch of him as he ran the tip around your entrance a couple of times, you dug your heels into his calves, rocking your hips in an attempt to do it yourself. If Rex wasn’t going to get his cock inside of you, then you’d do it for him. However, a hand came to settle on your hips, tightening in warning before Rex was pushing in. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in as your inner walls fluttered around him at the intrusion. It felt like he was splitting you open, even after taking his brothers.

The Captain moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he tilted his head back, savouring the feel of you around him. It was a beautiful sight, and it was one that you knew would remain forever seared into your mind. The beautiful, Captain, lost in pleasure, lost in you. Yes, you would never forget this moment.

When he looked back down at you, he began to roll his hips inside of you slowly, letting the heavy feeling of his cock drag in and out. “That’s it cyare, taking me so well. Look at you, you were made for taking me” Rex whispered praise to you as he watched the way your face relaxed, mouth falling open and letting out the noises that he wanted so desperately to hear.

Picking up his pace, Rex gripped your thighs that was around him before pushing them up towards your stomach and to the sides. He leaned even more into you, using the new angle to fuck down into your gaping hole that clutched at his straining cock.

White hot pleasure soared through you at the change of position and you grabbed on tightly to his sides, digging your nails in as you tried to raise to meet his thrusts. But from how he was pinning you down, you could do nothing but lie there and take what the Captain gave you.

Laying his arm across both of your legs, his other hand came to wrap around your throat, not pressing down of squeezing, just remaining there. A reminder of his strength and his control as he continued to pound down into you, drawing out cries of bliss at the way he filled you over and over again.

“Been so good mesh’la, doing everything you were told to do. Such a good girl, cyare” Rex mumbled, pressing a quick nip to your calf before he continued his thrusts.

“Please Rex, please. I need to cum, please make me cum” you begged, already feeling overheated and close to your end just from the way Rex was holding you down and fucking you like he wanted to claim you again.

“Yeah, you want to cum? Bet you can cum like this, huh, cyare” he chuckled darkly, hips slamming into you as you let out a keening cry. “Just cum around my cock like you were made to do. Don’t ever have to think of anything else again, just the way me and my brothers fill you up. Keep you here in our barracks, full of cock and cum and watch as you swell up with all our loads” Rex hissed, jaw fluttering at the way his own control was starting to slip.

It was his words and the sharp twist of his hips as he thrust inside of you that had you screaming out his name. Rex had seem you approaching the cliff and instead of helping you off it, he had took a jet pack to you and thrown you off it. Your whole body tensed, shuddering and holding onto Rex as much as you could. You were distantly aware that you were digging nails into his back, trying to pull him down to you as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over you.

Rex slowed down his thrusts but never stopped, and it had you whining at his touch, everything starting to become too oversensitive.

“Please Rex, I can’t… no more” you whined, already feeling the way your core tightened at another orgasm approached you. Even after all the orgasms that the boys had given you, and the one that Rex had forced out of you, you couldn’t help but want more. And so did Rex.

Rex growled, licking along the marks that were already spread across your neck and collarbone, before he sucked a mark right at the slope of your jaw. Everybody would be able to see it, nobody would need to ask just who was staking his claim on you.

“You can, cyare. One more for me” he encouraged, lifting your legs up higher towards your chest. “You’ve been such a good girl, taking care of my men. Looking after them and making sure they’re satisfied. Want you to feel good too. Will you do this for me? Will you cum on my cock?” Rex praised, lips trailing up your neck before he pressed his lips to yours. It was hardly a kiss, both of you too strung out for that and you almost bent in half, but as you panted into his mouth, you couldn’t help but nod.

“Yes, yes I can do that! Please Rex, please! Feel so good” you begged, clinging onto him and digging your nails into his back. You wanted another release and you wanted to make Rex happy, he deserved all this and more.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” he grumbled, hooking your legs up onto his shoulders now.

The new position had him driving into you, his thrusts almost pounding you into the shitty GAR mattress. You wailed at the feeling of him hitting you so deep, feel him carving out space for himself inside of your exhausted pussy. Every thrust was sending you close and closer to the edge, and all you could do was hold on and let Rex throw you off it. It felt like you had never really came down from your last orgasm with him, instead Rex was drawing it out into a long, intense one that had you seeing stars.

“Cum for me, cyare” Rex demanded, slamming his hips hard into you. One of his arms wrapped around your legs, pinning them to his chest while the other reached in between you and rubbed at your clit. It took barely the brush of his fingertips before Rex was cursing as you tightened around him, hips faltering as he was pushed over the edge as well, his hot heat flooding you.

Rex released your legs, helping to settle them back down on the mattress. You whimpered at the way the movement caused his softening cock to twitch inside of you with a final spurt. He was breathing heavily as he massaged your hips and thighs, understanding that you were probably feeling the strain from the positions he had put you in.

His soft touch had you sighing, drawing him into your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you just held him. Rex was content with that as well, letting himself relax against your chest. It felt so good to be in your arms once more and be held against your beautiful soft curves. It felt like he was exactly where he belonged after this tough deployment. And that was right by your side.

Closing your eyes, you grimaced at the way his cock slipped out of you, followed by a rush of his cum that leaked down your thighs onto the sheets beneath you. They would have to be cleaned up before you went to sleep, but at the moment you were too tired to even move. The 501st had fucked you silly, leaving you unable to do anything at the moment but soak in how happy and sated you felt.

Rex must feel the same because he gave an approving little growl before wrapping himself tighter around you, burying his head into your neck and taking in deep soothing breaths. Nothing had to be said between the pair of you, both of you were happy in the relative peace and quiet of the barracks. Sure you could hear the troopers moving around you, but you refused to open your eyes and acknowledge the wider world at the moment. All you wanted to do was stroke your fingers over Rex’s cropped blonde hair and trace patterns over his back and shoulder blades.

Rex had other ideas though.

“Come on, cyare” Rex mumbled into your neck, hands tightening around you like he was going to pick you up. You let out a noise of exhaustion and annoyance, not wanting to move from your comfy spot in the Captain’s arms.

“Bath is all ready and waiting for you, sir” Tup nodded, standing next to the bunk.

A bath? Well that didn’t sound too bad, as long as Rex got to join you in it. Peeking at the trooper in front of you, he sent you a playful grin before helping steady you as Rex got you both up.

“Thanks, Tup. Come on cyare, let’s go get you cleaned up” Rex murmured, voice deep and smooth. He chuckled slightly as you leaned into him, content to just close your eyes and rest against his strong body.

“Stay with me?” you asked quietly.

“Course I will, cyare. Wrap your arms around my neck, that’s a good girl. Gonna pick you up now” Rex told you, slipping his hands across your back and one going underneath your knees. He lifted you up, keeping you close to his chest as he carried you across the barracks into the refresher.

The scent of lavender and something woody had you relaxing even further into Rex’s arms. The boys had obviously been busy while Rex took you apart. Next to the bath was plates of fruits, nuts and snacks that you could eat. There was a couple bottles of water and on the rack opposite, towels were already getting warmed up for you.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but want to sink into the hot water and just let go of everything.

“I know sweetheart, we’re going to get you in there in a sec. Hold on” Rex soothed, pressing kisses along your hairline. He stopped before the bath, putting you down on your own unsteady feet.

Warm hands settled on your waist to keep you upright, and you turned to see the playful smile of Fives as he held you to him. He muttered a sweet greeting before he waited as the Captain got into the bath, sitting himself down and getting comfortable. Rex nodded at Fives and held out a hand for you.

“There you go, Princess. Hold onto Rex” Fives mumbled, helping you to step into the bath and sink into the warm water. Once you were settled in between Rex’s legs and had let out a sigh of relief at the warm water soothing your aching muscles, Fives gave your head a quick kiss before leaving you both alone.

Rex hummed a soft tune as he grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it up in your favourite soap, dragging it across your neck and down your shoulders, until he reached your hand. He took it in his own, before gently washing every part of your hand in loving strokes.

The same was done for your chest as you leaned back into him, sighing as he lathered you up in soap suds. His touches were so gentle, so reverent as he washed you, making sure you were comfortable against him. The soothing tone he was humming also helped, and you could feel your eyes slipping closed at the warm water, his gentle touches as he cleaned you and the soft vibrations and sound of Rex’s humming.

You must have dozed off briefly before Rex was shaking you awake, an adoring smile on his face as he cupped your face to look at him. “Wake up, sleepy head. You’re all clean, but you should probably eat and drink something before we get out. I personally don’t really want to move just yet, I’m happy where I am” Rex said, voice lowering conspiratorially at the end.

Giggling, you shook your head, leaning in to rest your head against his. “I don’t want to move either. You’re nice and warm and soft” you admitted, happy to just be in Rex’s arms.

Rex nodded in agreement, but sat up slightly so he could grab at the pieces of food that was on the side of the bath. As you went to take it out of his hand, he shook his head, a mischievous look on his face. “Open up, cyare” he instructed, pressing the food to your lips.

Letting out a soft huff of pleasure at getting hand fed by your beautiful, wonderful Captain, you did as you were told. Rex enjoyed taking care of you, adoring the aftercare part more than any of his brothers apart from maybe Kix. He voiced his approval at the way you rested back into his chest, content to let him hand feed you and encouraged you to drink the bottles of water.

When the water ran cool, he helped you up and out of the bath, hurrying to wrap you in the warm towels that was on the rack. He dried you off, making sure you were comfortable before roughly rubbing his towel over himself in military precision. Sometimes you forgot that your troopers had been trained for the harshness of life. They didn’t often get to enjoy something as simple as a long bath and a warm towel.

“Here, put these on cyare. Hardcase left them out for you” Rex murmured, helping you into a set of blacks that had also been warming.

It felt lovely being encompassed by the wonderful heat and smells of the Torrent boys. All of them took such good care of you. Even after one on one with a trooper, they always made sure to look after you and give you aftercare. It was an important part of your relationship with them.

“Whose bunk are you sleeping in tonight?” Rex asked, taking your hand and leading you back to the barrack room. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you wondered who it would be tonight. You had promised you would braid Tup’s hair for him before sleep.

However, a small cough interrupted you both and your attention snapped to Hardcase who was blocking your way out of the refresher.

“No need to worry about that, sweetheart. Come and see” he encouraged, taking your other hand and guiding you all out into the sleeping quarters.

Although, it couldn’t be called sleeping quarters, as all of the bunks had been pushed to the side of the room. Their mattresses and bedding was all stripped off and piled into the middle of the room in a lovely looking pile. Already Jesse and Dogma was lying down on it, talking quietly between themselves. Kix was helping to braid Tup’s hair for him, grinning softly as he listened to his vod’ika tell him something. Fives was plumping up a number of pillows and arranging blankets in the middle of the mattresses so that you could be comfortable.

They were all going to sleep with you. It would be perfect, all of them just piling around and sleeping next to you and on top of each other. It would be so warm and cosy, just what you needed – and you suspected they did too after this deployment.

“What do you think, love?” Fives called, noticing you stopping at the edge of the beds. The others waited with baited breath for your reaction.

“It’s perfect!”

You couldn’t help the way you dived in after that, getting yourself comfortable as all of your troopers settled down around you, all of them touching you in one way or another. It felt amazing to be surrounded by them, knowing that they were all safe and well and that they loved you just as much as you loved them. Yes, it was perfect. And you didn’t want anything to change.

[coffeeandbatboys]

Dumbass (Fives x Reader)

Because Fives is def a dumbass. This is really short. Like me.

Warnings: medbay, mention of mild injury, Hardcase is a warning. What the hell Fives might as well be a warning too.

“Kix, I swear to the maker somebody better be dying at this hour.” You groaned, slapping the button on your comm and blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“Fives-“

You jumped up, already headed for the door. “Had better not be dying.” You cut him off.

Kix laughed. “Just a mild injury. He’s asking for you though. I’ll let him and the boys explain what happened.”

“I’m on my way.”

When you eventually got up to the medbay, you saw Fives seated on one of the beds, surrounded by Echo, Kix and Hardcase. A med patch was adhered to his forehead right next to his tattoo.

“Fives, Dear, what the hell did you do? You sighed, resting your hands on either side of where he sat on the bed.

“Well, uh, Mesh’la.” He stammered with a blush and a shy smile. “Hardcase and I, sorta had a bet? And….I think I lost.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You did, huh? Wanna tell me what said bet was about?”

He blushed a little harder, out of embarrassment you assumed.

Echo spoke first.

“In my defense I told him not to do it.”

You turned to Hardcase with a questioning look. He snickered before falling into a fit of giggles.

“He said he could hang upside down on the bunk with just his feet. I told him no way.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at Fives. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Honey, you’re a dumbass.”

He leaned forward to nudge your nose with his. “I’m your dumbass though.”

You smirked. “I don’t know how much more of it I can take.”

“Well then. Guess I’ll have to come up with something good to keep you around.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he pulled you forward and gave you a kiss.

“I suppose that’ll work for now.” You smiled. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He smiled again. “I’m lucky I’ve got you.”

[sev-on-kamino]

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You’re acutely aware of his hands, gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in position, as he carries you through the park after a blissful morning of feeling like a kid in the sun with his brothers.

The heat of the day has passed, but the exhaustion of running to and fro, trying to keep up with the stamina of Torrent Company has caught up to you, and you loosely wrap your arms around Hardcase’s shoulders and nuzzle just behind his ear.

He takes a moment to say how cute it is you thought you could hang all day, and that it was a valiant effort, earning himself a tired raspberry blown with as much attitude as you can muster, which isn’t much when you’re crashing from the 3 blue raspberry slushes you’d inhaled that had left your tongue an amusing, but unnatural shade.

His laugh rings out, vibrating through your chest where it’s pressed to his back, leaving you feeling warm and happy despite his well deserved teasing that causes you to nip at his ear.

You absentmindedly start humming, listening to the idle chatter of the boys, as you make your way back to base, daydreaming about all of the sunny days you’ve yet to share with Hardcase, all of the laughs, the slushes, and being carried when your legs are tired from running after super soldiers.

At first you hadn’t been willing to think of the future beyond the next few minutes, but there was something about the light in Hardcase’s eyes that always made you hopeful, and it made you want so much more not just for yourself but for him because if anyone deserved the warmth and love of a sun it was Hardcase.

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Darkness on Umbara Chp.3 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 2. Chapter 4.

Marching on

cw: Rex x Reader, Reader is a medic, incorrect military procedure, graphic descriptions of injuries, blood, swearing, death and battle, Spoilers for the Umbara Arc, Pong Krell is an asshole, reader insert, Reader gets yelled at, reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), if i miss a tag LMK

Minors DNI, even if theres no smut

“Quicken that pace battalion, this isn't some training course on Kamino!” 

If you had to hear one more fucking command from Krell, you may just inject him with all the painkillers in your pack.

It’s been almost 4 hours of his self-importance. You were patient, but by all the gods in existence you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

Fives scoffed next to you, “The uh…new General has a way with words.” His tone was directed at Rex, who had wanted you at the front of the march with him. 

His reasoning for such a formation? ‘Keep an eye on the supplies’. In reality? ‘to protect you.’

The clone captain looked to the ARC trooper, “He's just trying to keep us on schedule.”

“By raising everyone’s ire?” You leaned forward slightly to look over at your lover. You didn’t mean to give him any grief, but it was a good question. Just what was Krell hoping to achieve by annoying everyone?

“Either way he's in charge, and we got a job to do.” Rex responded taking your question in stride, “Treat him with respect and we'll all get along fine.”

You sighed, “As long as that respect is mutual.”

“You know we don’t always get that luxury.” The captain looked at you. You could practically feel his disapproving gaze through his visor.

You backed down, not wanting to stress him out any more than he already was, “I know…I know…just…” With another sigh, you gave him a soft smile, “Just want to keep you and everyone else safe.”

“Especially me?” Fives chimed in, a smirk clear in his voice. 

You snorted, “Yes Fives, especially you.”

Rex let out a soft laugh, “That’s enough chatter. We need to focus.” 

“Speaking of.” The ARC trooper nudged the captain and pointed upward, “Do you see that?”

In the distance, two glowing…beasts were flying directly towards your battalion. They had impressive speed as they descended quickly. Their bodies were triangular, with bioluminescent under bellies and spiked tails.

“Yea, ready your weapons!” Rex commanded, pulling his pistols. The other troopers followed his lead. The barrage of blaster fire began as soon as one of them swooped, yanking an ARF trooper, Jock, from his AT-RT. It turned sharply and let go, slamming the clone downward into the ground.

You heard the crack through the blasters.

The second dove and grabbed a trooper behind you. He cried out in pain and fear as it flew upward again, taking him from the ground. The shots continued and you got up from the speeder to tend to the down ARF trooper. 

You didn’t make it far, as the first glowing beast made a second swoop aiming for you. Jesse, to his credit, did a wonderful job of protecting you by tackling you to the ground for the second time in a rotation, “Oh no you don’t!” He growled, aiming his gun upward and firing. 

The bioluminescent creature dodged every shot and made another turn, lifting upward to make another pass. 

“Thanks, second time you saved me.” You nodded to him, getting up and rushing to Jock. His leg was broken, fibula stabbing through broken plastoid. Immediately you administered painkillers. This poor man was probably in agony.

Krell had quickly disposed of the second. The Jedi had leapt upward and ripped the beast's claws open, dropping the other trooper. His size and weight worked to the advantage as the animal couldn’t lift. 

The two of them hit the ground where the besalisk stabbed both his lightsabers through its torso. It died with a high pitched screech before Krell sliced the last one as it tried to swoop, bringing it down as well. 

Rex and Fives kept their guns pointed at the beast, but the new General shouted, “anyone else want to stop and play with the animals!?” He punctuated his point by driving his foot down on the creature's body. It jerked before going still, “Didn’t think so. Now keep moving!”

You huffed, turning back to the soldier, “I got you.” Your voice was kind and soft, “I’m not going anywhere, OK?”

He nodded, gloved hands trembling and gripping his thigh. Even with the painkillers, you knew he must’ve been feeling like absolute hell. 

“Jesse,” You looked up at the senior trooper, “Can you get the speeder please?” The soldier needed surgery, but you couldn’t do it here. Not in the open. 

He saluted and quickly stepped away. 

“How bad?” Kix asked, pulling off his pack and kneeling next to you. He remained calm, despite the earlier excitement, “Damn, Jock. Don’t worry. We got you.”

“We are moving!” Krell shouted somewhere behind you. 

“Give us a few minutes!” you snapped, not looking up as you worked. “Help me stabilize the leg, I can't fix it here.”

“We have bacta and medication to deal with any infections later.” the medic beside you nodded, “Get a splint in place.”

“North, take his AT-RT,” You heard Fives’ command the ARF trooper you treated earlier. As soon as the ARC troopers words were spoken, North had gotten up from the stretcher as Jesse approached with the speeder. While you would have preferred him to rest, that currently wasn’t an option. Thankfully, he was at least conscious enough to operate a vehicle. 

Plus, leaving behind a perfectly functional and even devastating weapon in the hands of the enemy was a very bad idea.

Jock was trembling. Pain and shock from staring at his broken leg most likely. Even hardened soldiers would panic at the sight of one of their bones stabbing outside of their body, “Hey Jock, don’t worry. We got you, ok?” You shifted slightly, lowering your face so he’d pay attention to you and not his wound.

“Troopers!” 

“Can you not fucking see-!” a heavy hand yanked you back and to your feet. You stumbled, but kept upright. 

Krell was glaring at you, a fire of wrath in his eyes,“I told you, we. are. Moving! Do not ignore a direct order!” 

Now it was your turn to be enraged, “Respectfully, General, my priority is to the wellbeing of this army. It is my duty as a field doctor to help them when they’re injured. Surely as a jedi you understand the importance of duty.” You kept your eyes on him, refusing to look away. 

Arguing with your General normally wasn’t an option. However, in your training it was emphasized that your rank as a medic held special privileges, such as ignoring orders that may inhibit you from caring for the wounded.

But something told you that the Jedi in front of you didn’t really care.

You didn’t see how Hardcase held Rexs’ arm, doing his best to keep the captain from making a grave mistake. He was normally able to think clearly and not let his emotions dictate his decisions. Unless it came to you. The one he loved so dearly.

The new General huffed and straightened his back, “You have 60 seconds to get him stabilized and loaded on to the stretcher,” He clasped his arms behind him again and began to walk to the front, he turned his head back at you, “Next time, I will not stand for such insubordination, because it is my duty to lead these troops so the Republic can take the capital of this planet.” 

You swallowed and saluted, turning back to Jock. With the help of Kix and Jesse, the injured trooper was situated on the stretcher. You gave him another dose of painkillers and let him drift off to sleep. 

“You can tell the General we had 20 seconds to spare.” You grumbled to Fives, getting back on your speeder. Within minutes a formation was established again. Your pace was with the men, staying behind Rex, Fives and Krell. 

“Are you ok?” Kix asked as he walked next to you. 

“Yes.” You rubbed your face in your hand, ignoring the small sting of the blaster burn to your cheek. You still hadn’t dealt with it yet. 

Your medic friend patted your back in sympathy. He shared your frustrations. 

Anakin would never have pulled you away from tending to the injured. He would have knelt down and helped you, or had his lightsabers ready to protect you. His padawan would have done the same, perhaps even go after whoever injured the trooper to begin with. 

But Anakin wasn’t here. Neither was Ahsoka. Instead, you were stuck with Pong fucking Krell. 

About an hour later Rex had slowed his pace to walk next to you, “Mesh’la.” He spoke softly, making sure no one else could hear, “You haven’t dealt with the cut on your cheek.” 

Oh. Right, you keep forgetting about it. 

“It’s alright.” You gave him a small smile, “the men are going to need all the bacta they can get. A tiny scratch like this doesn’t matter.” 

He remained silent for a moment before shaking his head, “Please be careful, the men need you.” His words hid the true meaning, from everyone except you. 

I need you. 

“I am, Captain.” You answered, “You just promise me you’ll stay alive to lead us.” 

Please don’t become one of the injured I have to treat. 

“I promise.” His hand twitched. He wanted so badly to cup your injured cheek and kiss it better. But not right now. Not around others. Not in such a hostile place.

“Captain Rex.” Your voice became quieter, “Ner kar’ta.” 

“Ner narser.” He whispered back before straightening up. Your lover became the captain again, needing to focus on the mission at hand. Still, to hide your relationship, he spoke slightly louder, letting others hear, “you can’t disobey orders again, understood?” 

You nodded, “yes, Captain. It won’t happen again,” Subtly, you gave him a smile. 

He returned to his position closer to Krell after that. However, occasionally he’d cast a quick glance back at you. 

After about an hour, you heard some whispered chatter behind you. Looking back, you noticed a trooper, Oz, leaning against Tup and limping. You gave him a look of confusion and slowed the speeder to get next to them.

“It's nothing to worry about, Doc.” Oz informed you, “Just…probably twisted my ankle when that beast dropped me.” It was a clear lie. From your perspective it looked more like something had fractured in his knee.

Your gaze drifted to Jock, soundly knocked out on the stretcher. Why are so many soldiers getting leg injuries? 

“Regardless, we can’t know the true extent unless I get a proper look.” your gaze drifted to Krell. The bastard would flip out if he knew you stopped again. Still, Oz needed to get off that leg, “Take the speeder.”

“Doc?”

“You’ve used one right? It's easy.” You slipped off of the vehicle and pushed it along before Oz or anyone could argue, “Take it, at least to rest the ankle.” 

He paused but Tup pulled him slightly, “Come on, doctor's orders.” 

Without much more fuss, the injured trooper did as you directed. He sat down and let out a small sigh of relief, “Thank you.” clearly he hid his pain behind soldier bravado.

You nodded, deciding to walk next to Tup for now. Your eyes went to North, making sure he seemed alert and aware. For now, the ARF trooper was recovering from his wounds well, getting some weight off your shoulders. Still, everyone needed a breather. It's been about five hours since they started marching and while clones had stellar endurance, they would need a break at some point.

You kept your eyes ahead, focusing on the backs of those in front of you. It was a few hours later when your thoughts were interrupted.

“Are you ok, Doc?” Tup asked you quietly. 

You couldn’t hide the irritation in your voice, “You are the second person to ask me that within the last few hours. Do I not look ok?” He seemed startled at your response and you honestly felt bad. Poor Tup was barely a shiny, so you sighed and nodded, “Just thinking, Tup. I'm alright.” 

Before he could respond, Hardcase draped his arm over your shoulder, “Hey Doc, I got a cut on my lip. Can you kiss it to make it better?”

You snorted, repressing your laugh. Sometimes the soldiers would flirt and joke, all in good fun. Hardcase was especially friendly, knowing went to chime in to lift the mood. Honestly, you appreciated it. 

Tup looked downright offended on your behalf, “Hardcase!” 

Jesse looked back from his position. Even under the helmet you knew he was looking confused. 

“Whatever happens next, I am not a part of it.” you responded with a shrug, looking ahead. 

“See? The doc doesn’t care, ease up.” Now the hyperactive trooper moved on to leaning against Tup. the two bickered quietly as you continued to walk. However, over time their voices died down.

It was around the 12th hour when you realized the silence was from exhaustion. Everyone, including you, was barely hanging on by a thread. The clone endurance you praised earlier had finally hit its limit.

“Kix,” You stepped up next to him, “Tell Captain Rex that we need a break.” your voice was a hushed whisper. You feared if Krell heard you make the request, he’d push the men even harder out of spite. 

The medic agreed with you and sped up his pace to speak to Rex. You, however, fell back next to the medical speeder and checked on the injured. Oz had been doing a good job at controlling the thing, though you could tell his leg was still bothering him. Jock was still out cold, you and Kix periodically checked to make sure he didn’t wake up in agony. North remained coherent and aware as well, he piloted the AT-RT as if he had never been injured, indicating the bacta you’d given him was working well. 

Your observations came to a halt as Krell’s voice pierced the air, “CT-7567 are you reading me?”

“Excuse me, sir?” Your secret lover sounded as confused as everyone was feeling. 

The jedi continued, “I ask you a question, CT-7567 do you understand the need to adhere to my strategy?” Blessedly, he stopped to continue to yell at Rex. Despite how you felt at your lover being targeted so viciously, at least the men had something of a breather. And Rex was a man, he could take an angry General. 

The clone captain shook his head, trying to reason, “Sir, the terrain is extremely hostile, despite the difficulty of the conditions the battalion is making good time. These men just need a little break.” It was a desperate attempt to get some kind of humanity out of the besalisk. 

The General practically snarled and continued his verbal assault, “Captain, do I need to remind you of this battalion’s strategic mission in conquering this planet?” He motioned over all the soldiers behind him, “Look back, see those platoons? Their mission is to take this city and take it swiftly, time and rest are luxuries the Republic cannot afford!” Krell didn’t give up just yet, leaning forward an inch away from the captain's face, “The other battalions are counting on our support, if we fail everyone fails. Do you understand this? Does everyone understand this?!” His yelling was now directed at everyone around him. His critical gaze roamed over the battalion practically challenging anyone to speak up.

When there was only silence, he scoffed and turned, continuing his steps, “Now move on!”

Rex’s shoulders slumped slightly, but quickly, he returned to his stiff and professional posture. With a glance back and a nod, the 501st began to march again.

You shared a look with Hardcase and continued. It was going to be another long few hours of exhausted silence before you stopped again.

[leenathegreengirl]

Day 7 - Hardcase (NSFW)

Hardcase is undoubtedly one of the funniest, most light-hearted people I know. His sense of humor is infectious, and he brings a sense of joy wherever he goes. But what happens when the trooper known for his wit and charm is faced with a moment that calls for genuine emotional reflection? Will he continue to deflect with humor, or will he offer a shoulder to the brother in need? Perhaps it’s his unique temperament that might be exactly what’s needed in that moment.

Warnings: Mild NSFW. Mentions of anatomy… 

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[buckybarnes--and-noble]

Food Fight

The clones x Reader (✨platonic✨)

This fic is completely self indulgent. It’s pretty random, I’ll give it that. But hey, better than not posting anything.

Warnings: None.

This is proofread! Let me know if I missed something :)

Reader is female

“Now, you may have my saber, but I have your. . . this thing.”

“Kid, that’s a waffle.”

“Yeah, well- I have it.”

“Alright, vod’ika—put the weapon down.”

“And if i don’t?”

“Then I’m gonna-“

The splat of the waffle rang throughout the mess hall. It slid down in a gooey slop onto the glossy white floor, Fives staring in shocked silence while Hardcase and Wrecker melted with laughter.

“Oh, you didn’t.” Fives seethed, seizing the soggy waffle off of the floor with a sticky smirk.

Rex exhaled while setting his ration bar back onto the tray in front of him.

“How long have they been at this?” Inquired Hunter, taking his place between Rex and Echo.

“Approximately fifteen minutes and thirty nine seconds,” Tech answered without as much as a glance from his data pad. Fives nailed the young padawan in the chest with the waffle. With a dramatic flop to the floor, she grasped for a ketchup bottle and shot it up into the air with a defeated cry. Hardcase snatched the bottle from the girl and shot a red stream directly at Echo, who immediately ducked for cover.

Tup gulped, nervously observing his vode as they continued their mini food fight. “Um, Captain? should they be-“

The sound of two sets of plastroid armor clanking to the ground rang throughout the mess hall. Each clone seated at the table was met with the sight of Y/N and Fives rolling around on the slick flooring, shoving a waffle in one another’s faces.

“You take that back, di’kut.” The padawan spat, seizing the waffle Fives had once wielded and throwing it to the side.

“Oh, I’ll take it back; once you-“

“All right soldiers,” Rex intervened “save it for the field.”

Two pairs of eyes drifted up to their captain, each of them slowly lifting themselves onto their feet.

Hardcase lit up. “Does that mean I can bring a waffle-“

“That is the worst idea you’ve even had.”

“I was only asking!”

“And the answer is no.”

Defeated, Hardcase slunk back to his place next to Wrecker, who gave his brother a consoling pat on the back. Fives and Y/N—now a sticky mess of blacks and armor—received mischievous looks from one another.

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t you two get any ideas, understood?” he said, jabbing a finger in their direction.

The duo instantly deflated as Jesse chuckled under his breath.

“Trust me, sarge, those two can and will find a way to bring a load of waffles to the field.”

“That’s what concerns me,” Hunter retorted, finishing off the last of his food.

Echo frowned at the state of his vode. “Look at you; you’re both a mess. We’ve got to leave for recon in fifteen minutes,” he chastised.

Fives and Y/N smirked in one another’s direction.

“Race ‘ya to the refresher!”

“Hey- no fair! You got a head start!”

Laughter rang throughout the halls of the cloning facility, and those who remained in the mess either rolled their eyes in annoyance, or shook their heads in silent amusement.