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[sweetheartsnips]

The ‘Man’ in Commando - Update

For any Snips veterans who were on my old Tumblr and were awaiting an update for The 'Man' in Commando:

I decided to do a second chapter two years later 🥳 And I’m going to drop the whole work off here because why not! I also have ever so slightly revised the old chapter.

Words: 3.1K

Tags: Phone sex, jerk off instructions, mutual masturbation, light dom/sub, alcohol consumption, voice kink, glove kink, mentions of blood

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Your job wasn’t overly glamorous, but it sufficed. The countless shinies trying to get you in bed and the wrangling of intoxicated troopers got old very quickly, as did the neon lighting and the smell of unshowered soldiers. Tonight, 79s was packed to the rafters. Hundreds of clones danced, drank and unwound under the blanket of cheap, flickering neon lighting. The GAR was celebrating from a successful campaign in the Expansion Region, as you had heard from every second trooper chewing your ear off.

The bar was a mess. One of your service droids was out of operation, falling victim to flying glass of spotchka that was hurled over the bar. Pouring yet another round of shots, you placed the last one on the tray, picked it up and turned to carry it over to the larrikin of a trooper that probably shouldn’t have been allowed to order more drinks. Before you could even take one step, a stray service droid was underneath you, tripping you and spilling a whole round of shots all over your front, the droid, and the floor.

“Kriff, AZI!” you shouted. More items to the list of things that had gone wrong tonight. An even stickier floor and another broken droid. “Get that trooper another round,” you muttered to the nearest functioning droid. Collecting yourself, you stood up and brushed some stray hairs behind your ear. Before you could turn to make your way to the backroom to get changed, something, someone, caught your eye.

A T-shaped blue visor glowed through the crowd, pushing shinies aside, as he followed three other familiar troopers. The famed Delta Squad. Except this time, the fourth member of the quartet was with them. He was the most striking, and the most intimidating. A blood-coloured handprint stained the face of his helmet, down his arms and splattered over his chest. He followed his brothers, yet kept his distance. Shinies cleared their way for them, for him, as if he had the blue shadow virus. He was the only one out of his brothers that still donned his helmet. The buzz of troopers and thumping of the music faded into the background as you watched him curiously. Who was this Commando?

In your trance you hardly noticed that he had separated from his brothers and was approaching the bar. Approaching you.

Snapping out of it, you greeted him, offering him a smile. “What can I get for you, Commando?” 

“Whiskey. Neat, please." His charming, gravelly voice startled you. He didn’t sound like any of the other clones. His voice was deep, harsh, and sounded like could take out a battle droid in and of itself. 

“No worries," you said, clearing your throat that was suddenly dry. “Coming right up."

You turned your back to the trooper, reaching to the top shelf for some of your finest whiskey. Not that this bar carried anything overly remarkable. You felt your ill-fitting tight shirt ride up as you reached above your head, embarrassment blazing across your cheeks as you felt the trooper’s eyes burning into your exposed skin, even through the helmet he still wore. Why does this Commando intimidate you so much? You deal with troopers every day. But he was different.

You grabbed the neck of the bottle and turned to him. Even through the helmet, you could feel his eyes meet yours, where they lingered for but a moment. You poured his drink and sparked up conversation to try and relieve your nerves.

“I hope that isn't real blood, Commando, because I may just have to have you removed from the premises." You raised an inquisitorial eyebrow, still pouring the whiskey. He didn’t respond.

“I know that you’re a soldier and all, but having blood smeared across your bucket isn’t exactly appropriate, let alone appetising.” You teased. Still no answer. You finished preparing his drink and sat it on the bar in front of where he had since taken a seat.

“Not talkative tonight?” you asked, desperately trying to relieve the awkwardness that had overcome you.

“Sev. Call me Sev. And I’m quite happy just sitting here listening to you, mesh’la.” His baritone voice made your stomach flutter, as did his compliment. It was different coming from him than any other trooper that had tried their luck. He raised his hands to grip either side of his helmet and slowly removed it, revealing himself.

Thick, glossy curls of jet black hair curtained his tanned face, his deep amber eyes maintaining eye contact with you. A pink scar sliced from his mid forehead, over his eye and cheekbone, down to his chin. His thick jaw clenched as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He had obviously caught you ogling at him.

He wrapped his large, gloved hand around the glass in front of him and raised it to his lips, before lowering it back down to sit on the sticky surface of the bar.

“Not bad. You have good taste…….” he trailed off, looking at you with questioning eyes.

“I don’t give my name away to just any charming trooper at my bar," you snickered, your lips curling into a cheeky smile.

“So be it, I’ll take that as a challenge.” He teasingly rolled his eyes, rocking in his chair.

Your eyes lowered to his chestplate, where a set of four numbers carved into the red-stained plastoid stood out.

4982.

Must be his designation number, you thought. 

“About the blood," his thick voice cut in once again, “Don’t worry mesh’la, it may or may not be paint, but why don’t you give it the old sniff test and find out?" 

An incriminating shade of crimson flushed to your cheeks and you felt yourself grow hot, and it wasn’t just the steam from the glass cleaner below you. Wound up, you gathered yourself.

“I don’t sniff clones in my spare time, Commando.” You smiled politely as you could manage, “Not only is it unprofessional, but the smell of the battlefield isn’t exactly the most pleasant."

“79s smells like that every night," he stated. His gaze felt as if he could read your very thoughts and feelings.

"I better get back to work." You shrunk down underneath his gaze and cowered away from the banter.

You turned away from Sev, nerves or excitement-you couldn’t really tell-still fluttering in your stomach. Before you could distract yourself too much, a very familiar pair of ARC troopers in blue were waiting at the bar for you.

“Look who's here!" Fives said, “My favourite bartender! Somebody has to keep those droids in line!” He gestured at the broken droids still on the bar floor, elbowing his twin and bursting out into laughter.

“I’ve been too busy to bin them, obviously." You defended. Busy with Sev.

With his laughter fading, Fives’ gaze slid to look over your shoulder.

“Mesh’la, ‘t looks like somebody has their eye on you tonight," Fives acknowledged, nodding in the direction that Sev had been sitting. “We’ll leave you to it." Fives and Echo turned to go back to the booth where the rest of the 501st regulars sat.

Once again, that feeling of embarrassment and intimidation flooded over you in spite of your false sense of confidence minutes earlier. You could do this! You spoke to troopers every night without any nerves. He is just like all of his brothers. Right?

You slowly turned, (perhaps to your demise) only to be met with the sight of Sev undressing you with his eyes. You suddenly felt stupid in your tight black blouse and slacks. It wasn't as if his imagination was picturing you in your work uniform, anyway. Swallowing, you walked back over to what was now his side of the bar, avoiding the broken droids on the floor. You only had your dignity and one patron to lose, after all. 

“Can I help you, Commando?” You asked, trying to snap him out of his lascivious gaze.

“You know those guys?” He snorted, his eyes slowly lingered down your neck and to your decolletage.

You ignored his wandering eyes, despite the warmth it sparked between your legs.

“They’re here all the time, unlike you. You’re a new face," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He choked on his drink, stifling a laugh, trying not to break his stoic, mysterious facade.

“I don’t exactly get a lot of time to celebrate, you know, with the war and all,” he smirked, the eye contact practically melting you into a puddle. 

“Pardon me, sir.” You cooed, fluttering your lashes, laying it on heavily, “How could I forget, it’s not like I work at a clone bar or anything."

You’re not sure what set it off for him, but an animalistic look devoured his amber eyes.

He leant towards you, a low growl building in his chest. Not sure if you should be scared or aroused, you stayed put, indulging yourself in the sudden proximity. Surely he just wanted you close so you could hear him over the noise of the bar, right?

His rough, gloved hands caressed your chin oh-so softly as he brought his face closer to yours. His warm breath fanned over your face, a hot blanket of desire beginning to suffocate you. You felt yourself grow wet, his eyes so close to yours. Maker, he put the man in Commando.

He broke your gaze, bringing his lips to your ear, “Listen here,” he whispered, his abrasive voice making love to your skin, “you’re going to give me your commlink number. You’re going to go home early tonight, you’re going to shower and get into your prettiest number. And you’re going to get comfortable in your bed."

You swallowed the thick, dry lump in your throat. 

"I’m going to comm you, you will pick up, and you will give me your name.” The last words slowly trickled out of his lips, fading into the background noise of the bar.

Maker, you had practically soaked through your panties. They were just as wet as the front of your top from earlier. You needed him.

“...and I’m going to give you 10 credits for another one of those fancy Chandrillan whiskeys." The pads of his still-gloved fingers maintained the hold they had on your chin, and he brought his lips away from your ear painfully slowly. You swallowed, not knowing what to do with yourself. Your pussy burned with arousal, thick, syrupy heat now pooling in your gut. His face was still close enough to yours that you were practically sharing the same air. His scar was so intimidating, yet so charming this close.

“Look at you, mesh’la, in knots for me," he whispered, eyes not leaving yours, “No shiny in this bar has ever had you like this before, has he?”

You shook your head, biting your lip. Any sense of confidence you had now melted away with your utter submission to him. He released his grip from your chin, allowing you to fulfil his demand for another drink.

You hurriedly poured it for him, all of your professionalism gone with your pride. You scribbled your commlink number on a napkin, and sat both it and the drink down in front of him.

He downed it in one sip, got up from his seat, grabbed his helmet and turned to leave.

“I’ll talk to you later, mesh’la." He smirked over his shoulder.

Speechless, you mustered up a nod, trying not to embarrass yourself in front of the numerous other troopers at the bar.

“By the way, I saw you looking at my chest. Four-nine-eight-two. Four-thousand, nine hundred and eighty two Geonosians. One for every fallen Commando.” His charming voice lingered as he turned and made his way back through the crowd of troopers to find the rest of his squad.

Maker. You practically fainted. He was no shiny at all.

CHAPTER 2 ♡

The door to your apartment hissed closed behind you with a soft thunk, and you leaned back against it, your fingers trembling. The echo of his voice still rattled in your head. “You will give me your name.”

 You’d given your commlink number. Given him a look that said take me apart. But your name?

That, you’d withheld. Not intentionally. Maybe you just didn’t want it to be over yet.

Steam swirled around you as you stepped out of the refresher, your skin tingling from the heat. You’d scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved—twice. Absolutely everything. 

 You’d tossed half your closet onto your bed before settling on a sheer, dark-red babydoll that hinted more than it revealed. Matching set underneath. Thigh high stockings. Anything to give you the confidence to do what you were about to do. 

You sat on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, heart pounding like a war drum. You stared at the blinking commlink on your nightstand. 

Your chest tightened when it lit up. 

Unknown ID.

You snatched it before the second ring. 

“Hello?” You tried to hide the breathlessness in your voice. 

Just the sound of him breathing nearly buckled your knees. A low growl filtered through the receiver. 

“I’m not a patient man,” The voice rasped. “Tell me your name.”

Time to put on a brave face. You licked your lips, wetting them. “You want it that badly?” you teased, curling a finger into the garter of your thigh-high. 

“Not as badly as I want to hear you say mine.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth to hide your whimper. This could not be happening. “I—” you started, but his voice cut you off.

“Strip for me.”

You froze, chest rising and falling in light pants. It felt like he was somehow watching you through the comm. “I already am,” you whispered. 

A pause. Then, “Good girl.” That dangerous, dark satisfaction dripped from every word. It made your toes curl into the carpet. “You’re smarter than you look, mesh’la,” he drawled, voice soaked in wicked approval. “Now, lay down.”

You obeyed. No hesitation.

Your sheets were cool against your back, but your skin was burning, flushed and prickled with goosebumps. 

“Legs open.”

You bit your lip, the rush of arousal almost dizzying as you slowly parted your thighs. You imagined him on the other end of the line, picturing you. How wet you were, how ready, how exposed. All for him. 

“Imagine my fingers on your throat,” Sev whispered. “My teeth against your shoulder. You think I didn’t notice the way you stared at my gloves? You want to feel them all over that pretty body of yours?”

A soft gasp escaped your lips.

“That’s right. You’re already soaking, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you admitted, trembling.

“I want you to drag your fingers through that mess you made,” he ordered, low and commanding. “Let me hear what a good little thing you are for me. Don’t hold back.”

You swallowed hard and obeyed. 

You were so worked up just from hearing him, you had already soaked through the delicate lace of your panties. God, you needed him here. Your fingertips slowly dragged through your soaked folds, and you mewled, raw and desperate. 

“Maker—” you whimpered, already arching.

“Say my name,” he growled. “Not ‘Commando.’ Not ‘sir.’ Say it.”

“Sev,” you breathed, fingers starting to trace tiny circles around your clit. “Sev, please—”

“Words, mesh’la.”

“I want you..I need you!” Your back arched into your hand, seeking more. “I need you to—”

“You need me to what?” he demanded.

“To ruin me.”

A low chuckle rumbled through the line. “You’re damn right you do.”

You whined openly into the comm resting on the sheets next to you. You pictured his breath on your neck. His hands gripping your hips. How he’d flip you onto your tummy and screw you into the mattress. You were suddenly achingly aware of how empty you were. 

Then you heard it.

A sharp inhale on the other end, followed by the faintest shuffle of armour plates. A click. Fastenings undone. 

Your breath caught.

“ You’re…” you whispered, voice barely audible.

He cut you off again, this time softer, rasping, starved.

“Damn right I am.”

Maker.

“I’ve been hard since you poured me that drink. Thought about bending you over that bar and taking you right there in front of all those shinies.” You could hear the roughness of his breath now— rhythmic, frantic. “I’m thinking about how wet and tight your mouth would be if I shoved my dick between your lips and made you choke on it.”

You moaned, loud and broken, your fingers circling your bundle of nerves with reckless abandon.

“I’d grab your throat,” he continued, his voice now strained, gravelly. “Not to stop you, no. To feel you. To feel the way you fight not to gag. But you wouldn’t fight, would you? Not for me.” 

“No,” you breathed. You could hear the tell-tale sound of skin on skin on the other end of the line. “I’d take all of you.”

“Good girl.” The way he snarled it sent you spiralling, your body twitching under your own touch. “You’d look up at me while I play with your mouth, pretty eyes all messy, panties wrecked.” 

“They already are,” you gasped, rubbing harder now, your heels digging into the bed. “I’m so close, Sev…”

“Don’t cum yet,” he snapped, voice cracking with restraint. “I want you to hold it.”

You cried out, hips bucking helplessly, your body rebelling at the command. On the comm, his breathing grew rougher, faster.

“I'm going to finish all over my gloves thinking about how you’d squeeze me,” he growled. “Dripping wet, spread out like how you are now. You want it, mesh’la? Want my mess on your stomach? In your mouth? On your sheets?” 

“Yes, Sev, yes, please!” 

“Say it again,” he panted, breath ragged. “Say my name.”

“Sev,” you whimpered. “Please, Sev, I need it! I need you.”

The sound that came through the comm was half-snarl, half-moan. Raw. Ruined.

“Now,” he purred. “Cum. Now. Let me hear you break.” 

Your fingers stuttered and you shattered. You moaned his name like a prayer, your back arching off the bed, thighs trembling violently. Shudders surged through your body–from the tips of your toes to your scalp. Your eyes were clamped shut. It was messy, loud, shameless. You didn’t care. Couldn’t care.

Because Sev was moaning too.

You heard the strangled sound of his orgasm. Deep, feral, dragged from his chest like it was ripped from his very bones. The rhythmic wet sounds from his end faded, followed by a harsh gasp, then silence, both of you breathing like you’d run a marathon.

Then, you heard his voice again, smug and spent. 

“Now you know what happens when you give me your number.”

Your chest heaved. “…And if I give you my name?”

There was a pause. You could practically hear his smirk through the line. 

“Then tomorrow night, I show up at your door. And I finish what we started. With my hands. With my mouth. Whatever you like.” 

You moaned softly, thighs still twitching.

“So?” he asked. “What’s your name, mesh’la?”

You licked your lips, still breathless, and whispered. 

“Come find out.”

[mereelskirata]

Hehehe. New icon made~

[sevscyarika]

YOU GUYS.

HEAR ME OUT.

WAIT- WAIT-

WAIT-

YOU READY???

Crosshair x Reader x Sev ……….

[anyadarlingsdomain]

If someone offered credit for Thea 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️🫣🫣

“I’ll offer you 6,000 credits for the pretty face.” The gambler settled, crossing his arms looking to the clone brothers.

They all looked skeptical at each other.

“What pretty face?”

The gambler nodded his head towards Thea. “That female clad Commando. Assuming she’s a Comlando.”

They all looked shocked. Their faces immediately glowering.

“Out of the question.” Rex finaled.

“She’s. not. for. sale.” Echo and Crosshair echoed.

“Choose something else.” Rex suggested.

“10 thousand.”

Thea’s eyes looked in horror. She gave a disgusted look while moving closer to Howzer. Looking on the verge of annoyed. Howzer placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Seriously...”

“No deal. If that’s all you want. You’ll have to find someone else.” Rex finalized. “We’ll look elsewhere for intel.”

“We’re not selling our sister.” Sev finalized crossing his arms with a scoff.

Thea commission by: @neeecrosh ^^

[uwingdispatch]

Clone trooper round up!!!!! I now have over 30 clones and I can only post 30 images in a tumblr post so let’s see how this goes. If your fave clone isn’t here, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Shop is here. (Don’t forget to use code TUMBLR15 for 15% off select accessories!)

Not pictured: Season 2 Crosshair, Season 2 Hunter. <3

Shop is here. Love y'all!

[collophora]

I started playing the game yall

[astral-veil]

SCORCH EXPLAIN YOURSELF !

[carbon-corrie]

Day 2 (Alternate Prompt): Baby Wookies?

@deltasquadweek

[trixie2023]

YAY!!! Happy dance.

Alright, for those that care, I think I just finished the next Soul Lies chapter. Fuck me that took a long time.

[named-anon]

For your art requests!

I'm currently obsessing over Delta Squad. Could you perhaps draw Sev, being super focused during a mission (the hunt), OR Scorch, being very enthusiastic over blowing something up? Thanks in advance <3

Clone Commando Sev

[duo-ducks]

NO ONE is listening to his briefing 💔

Clones.

[mereelskirata]

@insertmeaningfulusername You are absolutely correct with that imagery! ...Also I had to draw this ehqwiheqwhi

[sevscyarika]

Scorch: She’s sittin’ up there talkin’ about “i wasn’t romantic enough”.

Sev: That’s petty.

Boss & Fixer: *nods*

Scorch: Exactly! I was like, “Bitch, I’m not romantic?? I ate 6 cookies outta ya ass!!”

Boss: *spits out caf*

Scorch: So I don’t give a fuck what she was talkin’ about- I don’t know where-

Sev: YOU WHAT.

[azure-cygni]

⁠✷ Eyyy (anon is my sis ❤️💕) fierce hunter guyyy please find him again aaaaa

(⁠✷Clone Art Requests Open -RULES-)

💛 Any Clones will do + followers only ⁠✷

[uwingdispatch]

Okay so it was definitely time for another clone trooper round-up.

Here's every clone trooper I have as earrings in my shop! Let me know if your fave isn't here, and I'll see what I can do! Shop is here.

[jastervhett]

Star Wars Republic Commando Intro Remake by Oleksandr Maziura

I've just come across this recently. This looks SO cool & incredibly detailed. If ANY OG Lucasarts Star Wars game deserves a remake, it's this gem of a video game, Star Wars Republic Commando (2005). Thank you so much Oleksandr Maziura for this Republic Commando Intro Remake.

In addition: Taun We's hand gesture was a really nice touch (showing her care & empathy towards Baby Boss). Also, after encountering that A-DSD Advanced Dwarf Spider Droid in the Training Simulator, I remember when playing the game I'd IMMEDIATELY toss a good ol' Detonator towards 'em, target 'em & then order ALL Squad Members to concentrate fire on THAT Target.

Back in the day I used to ❤️ using the Engage Target Command and see my Squad just unload their array of Blaster, Sniper & Anti-Armor rounds (in addition to their Thermal & EC (Electro-Static Charge) Detonators) while my Target's health just slowly drained away. Nothing beats Concentrated Firepower!