#tup smut

[deejadabbles]

Languid Reunion (Tup x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Tup comes home to you later than expected, but tired as you are, neither of you can resist each other. Rating: Explicit (Minors Begone!) A.N: Yall can blame @dystopicjumpsuit for this!! IDK what you expected, mentioning Tup and cuddle fucking in the same sentence around me! I am not responsible for the cavities this tooth rotting sweetness may cause. Word Count: 1,540 Warnings: fluffy smut, unprotected PiV, creampie, swaddling. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

Tup hated how late it was. Later than he intended, later than he wanted. You were surely asleep by now and, as much as he wanted his usual steamy welcome, he'd prefer it if you were asleep. He hated the idea that he had kept you waiting so long.

Just as well, given his current state, practically dead on his feet. If he hadn’t been so desperate to see you he would have caught some sleep in his bunk before beginning his shore leave.

He mentally cringed when the keypad to your door beeped with each press of the keys, in the deathly quiet hallway, it might as well have been a bomb. Thankfully the door sliding open wasn't as startling.

Soft, low music greeted him through the dimly lit apartment and it just took one step inside to spot you curled up on the couch. In an instant, Tup could imagine what happened. You had set the scene, gentle, sensual music, and low lighting, only to fall asleep as you waited for him.

A sigh hissed through his teeth, the last thing he wanted was to disappoint you. 

At least he was here now.

Taking care to lock the door behind him, Tup set his KIT down and silently came to the side of the couch. Your arm acted as a pillow as you snoozed, and somehow, Tup felt at ease watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. Even in the moody lighting, he could see you perfectly, gorgeous legs exposed, shirt riding up to reveal nothing but simple cotton panties underneath. You were stunning. You made even this simple vision unbelievably erotic.

If there was a goddess of domestic bliss and beauty, then you were certainly it.

He wasn’t surprised that, despite his exhaustion, you still managed to light a fire in him. Kriff, he could feel himself getting hard, already starting a tent his blacks as he took you in. “Not now, Tup,” he scolded himself privately. He had already ruined your night by being late, he didn't need to wake you with his neediness. Though, could anyone blame him after seeing you like this?

With a calming breath, he knelt beside the couch and very gently cupped your face. He whispered your name before kissing your forehead softly. “Come on, beautiful, let's get you to bed.”

Finally, you stirred, groaning a little and eyes fluttering open. Despite their tired haze, they shone when you met his gaze.

“Tup- you’re home!” Your arms were around him in an instant, slinging over his shoulders and pulling him in.

He chuckled despite the awkward position and slipped his own arms around you as best he could as he buried his face in your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your skin, “missed you so fucking much.” His eyes squeezed shut as he breathed you in, the scent of you reminding him that this- that you were indeed his home. “ ‘m sorry, mesh’la,” his slurred and muffled words were barely audible even to him, but he hoped you heard, “sorry I kept you waiting.”

He didn’t quite catch your own tired response, but he knew it was some gentle reassurance, it always was. Silently, Tup used your grip on him to pull you upright and lift you off the couch. He couldn't even think about pulling away from your neck, so he relied on memory alone as he slowly shifted your tightly entwined bodies toward your bedroom.

You were sure you were still half asleep as he guided you, but it didn’t matter so long as he stayed close. Somehow neither of you ran into furniture in your sleepy haze and the next thing you knew you were falling into bed still wrapped around him. You were glad that he had already taken off his armor, leaving less barrier between your bodies as you pressed yourself against his chest. Tup finally extracted his face from your shoulder, only to nuzzle you just below your ear. 

He shifted up the bed, settling your body on top of his as he reached your stack of pillows. Maker, you were floating on a cloud of sensations. You could feel his lips trailing lazily across your temple, his hand stroking your back, and his bulge pressing against your stomach.

Barely aware that they had shut again in the first place, your eyes fluttered open and drifted up to his face. His own eyes were closed too, face flushed as he brushed his lips against your skin in a distracted pattern. For some reason, Tup hadn’t taken his hair down, so you reached up and gently worked your fingers through the bun. 

His curls came tumbling down after a while and your efforts were rewarded with his deep, throaty moan. You tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling a hand travel down to knead your ass as you did.

Then it was your turn to moan when Tup dipped his fingers even lower and grazed your pussy.

“Hm, you’re wet, baby,” he mumbled, lips pressed to your ear.

You nodded against his chest. “Was thinking about you. About how much I missed you.” Honestly, you had worked yourself into such a heated state while you waited for him, that you were surprised you fell asleep.

Tup gave your ass another squeeze before he slipped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. Your grip on his hair tightened when the tips of his digits circled your entrance, collecting your slick and spreading it sloppily across your skin.

A whimper left you the more he teased. “Tup,” you breathed, free hand gripping his shirt, “Tup, please-”

“I know, mesh’la, I know,” he murmured, eyes still closed. Then he started pulling your panties down. “Come here… I’ll take you… just like this.

You lifted yourself up, just enough for his other hand to yank the bottom half of his blacks down, freeing his cock. With you still cuddled against his chest, he slipped inside you with a drawn-out groan of pleasure.

“Kriff, cyare, how do you feel even better than I remember?” he whispered, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

Your mind couldn’t think of an answer as he started a slow, almost sloppy, pace. All you could manage to do was meet his thrusts with unrushed rolls of your hips. Normally, you would be massaging his scalp or nipping at his neck, he in turn would be rubbing your clit or marking your skin. Tonight though, it was all you two could do to keep your hips moving with each other as you teetered on the edge of sleep.

Thankfully, the weight behind your position did give your clit some stimulation and when you moaned at a particularly nice thrust, Tup hummed in distracted delight.

“That’s it, beautiful. Go on, use my cock. Need to feel you come on it.” His hot breath fanned across your face as he groaned in pleasure of his own. “Need to make you feel good.”

His words caused that hot coil in your body to tighten. You did as told, trying to focus long enough to reach your peak. What sent you over the edge though, was Tup pressing his large hand on your ass, adding even more pressure to your movements. 

It wasn’t blinding pleasure or earth-shattering ecstasy. Instead, your orgasm came in gentle, steady waves. It was more than enough, though, and you tried to gather enough concentration to clench around his cock as you rode out the sensation. 

Tup could feel your efforts, and he made sure to whisper your name as he felt his balls tighten. His own end came like a ripple through his body and he threw his head back against the pillows with a deep, drawn-out moan as he filled you with his hot cum.

Usually, he would be panting and heaving hard after taking you, this time all he needed was a few deep breaths to steady his aftershock. He was glad for it in a way, because feeling you against him was the best part of this cuddled lovemaking. 

All Tup wanted to do in that moment was slip into sleep just like this. But, his need to take care of you was scratching the back of his mind. You deserved to be cleaned up just like always and he’d scrape together the energy to do it if it killed him.

He had just started to lift your hips off of him when you grumbled and sank back down on his soft cock.

“No, stay like this,” you whined against his chest. “Want you to stay inside me.”

That shocked him a little, cleaning each other up after was always such a thorough and loving act between you two. Then again, you sounded like you were already half asleep again, and he wasn’t far behind. Not to mention the idea of staying just as you were was a little hot in of itself.

He huffed out a laugh as his eyes closed again, holding you as close as possible, burying himself hilt deep in your warm core. “ 'Clean you up in the morning, mesh’la…” he mumbled.

Your steady breathing was the rhythm that slipped him into sleep.

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[sunshinesdaydream]

Crashing into your ask box for the smut prompts! Could I humbly ask for " you're mine. you've always been mine." With Tup or any other 501st boy you're feeling this prompt for? I'd be happy with any of em 🤩

Thanks for the ask! I went with Tup, because we need more Tup. This is smut, but really fluffy too? I don't know, here it is!

Prompt: in blue for our boys in blue " you're mine. you've always been mine." Pairing: Tup x Female Reader WARNING: Not for Under 18! If you are old enough to read this, you have already been told to use protection. "marking", breast worship, P&V sex. I don't know guys, this is pretty vanilla. Word Count: 326 Credit for dividers @powdered-kneecaps & @freesia-writes

Decadent is what it was. His warm, soft skin against yours. His hand drifts gently up and down your side from rib cage to hip and back. 

Upon returning from dinner out, Tup had led you to the bedroom. Gently removing your clothes and then his, he  helps you to lay down on the soft bed.  Tup stretches over you.  With a sweet smile begins kissing you. He was taking his time, his hair falling in a curtain around your head. Effectively making your world nothing but him. The feel of his skin on yours, his mouth on yours, his hair tickling your cheeks. 

“Cyare, so soft, so sweet” he murmurs against your skin as he lays soft kisses along your jaw and then slowly along your neck. 

“Tup,” you sigh his name in response and weave your fingers into his hair nearest his scalp. Gently massaging his scalp, matching his energy. 

“Mesh’la,” he hums,  looking up at you and tracing a finger along one of your cheekbones.  Then he returns to his path leading along your collarbone.  Eventually he kisses his way down the center of your chest, then the valley between your breasts.  Tup nuzzles into that space just breathing before beginning to lavish attention on your breasts. 

He was being slow and meticulous about it, making you tighten your hands woven in his hair.  Once he gets to the point where he is sucking marks into the soft skin, rolling your nipples between fingers, and flicking them with his tongue you wrap your legs around him.  

“Tup,” you whine, tugging his hair.  

“Ner Cyare,” he gasps as he makes his way, kissing up your chest and neck. Sloppy this time, more bitey. Leaving marks in his wake. Once at your lips again he kisses you with the intense possessiveness he has worked up to. 

And as he presses into your dripping warmth he gasps into your ear,  "you're mine. you've always been mine." 

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[sev-on-kamino]

Now @deejadabbles has got me back on my bullshit, and I’m making that everyone’s problem! sharing with the class, @dystopicjumpsuit 😜

Tup x fem!reader

warnings: dirty talk, semi-public sex at 79’s (which we all know is a place where good decisions go to die), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

wrote it while listening to this song 😏 the song is filth too!

Jealousy swept through you. Hot and painful, as you watched a couple of pretty women chat up Fives and Tup at the bar. You could feel your face burning with anger, and you had nowhere to direct it. Tup was your friend, and he had a right to get laid on shore leave. You could have been doing the same, but you spent your free time with him, or when the timing was right an old friend assigned to the 212th.

The possessiveness blossoming in your chest was new. The almost painful arousal as you thought of him taking you back to the barracks and kriffing you senseless was new. The willingness to test the bounds of your friendship was new.

You must have looked as upset as you felt because Jesse touched your shoulder gently to get your attention.

“You ok, pretty girl?” he asked, eyes soft with concern. You schooled your face into a smile, and nodded.

“Absolutely, just waiting on Tup to get back with my drink. Might be awhile…” He followed your gaze and nodded in understanding.

“I probably shouldn’t say anything, but if you go over there, and ask him to leave, I’d bet all the money I don’t have that he’ll do it. Hell, you could probably ask him to go outside and jump off the platform, and he’d do it,” He’s laughing, but you can tell he means what he’s saying.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t wanna keep him from having fun.”

“Have you ever thought he might like to have fun with you? Have you ever thought that he’s not the only one?”

“Jesse, don’t tease me.”

“Who’s teasing? I mean it.”

“You mean what? Are you teasing Doc?” Fives places your drink in front of you, and bodily scoots you further into the booth. Tup slides around on the other side, placing a snack basket in front of you. Some sort of fried treat or another drizzled with icing.

“Just telling Doc to explore her options. No need for her to spend her leave unsatisfied,” Jesse said eyeing the sweets Tup had brought for you.

Tup frowned at that. “Options? Like who?” He looks around at the gathering of troopers.

“She’s gorgeous, they’re all options,” Jesse says like it’s obvious. Tup’s brow furrows as he scoots your dessert closer in a frankly adorable reminder that he’d already brought an offering to the altar of your beauty.

Determined to drive the point home, Jesse begins pointing out troopers here and there.

“Mr. 104th at the bar has been glancing over every few minutes to see if she’s alone yet.” He turns farther left, “And there’s at least two members of the guard undressing her with their eyes. And wait for it.”

You all hold your breath, as Jesse slowly turns to his last target.

“That is our fearless Marshal Commander, at war with himself over coming to scoop her up. Options,” Jesse finished with a shrug.

“Thanks, Jesse. Maybe I’ll take one of them up on their offer,” you said mirroring his shrug before taking a bite of the treat. It was deliciously warm and sweet, and you hummed while you ate it.

“Do you like it?” Tup asked resting his arm across the back of the booth. You almost answered, but Jesse’s words were ringing in your ear. What if Tup did want to have fun with you?

Taking a deep breath, you stuck one of your icing covered fingers in your mouth, and sucked it clean while you nodded slowly at him. His eyes darkened slightly, and he cleared his throat. You pulled your finger past your lips, and smiled at him.

“It’s delicious. Thank you, Tup.”

“Any time, mesh’la,” He replied, shifting his arm just enough to let his fingertips trail over your shoulder.

“Do you want a bite?” You asked innocently.

Tup nodded, licking his lips, as you lifted the treat to his lips. He took a bite, maintaining eye contact with you, humming over the sweet flavor.

“It’s pretty good,” He replied.

“Don’t forget the icing,” you said, holding up your finger just in front of his face.

He let a beat pass before leaning forward to capture your finger in his mouth, sucking the sweet creamy drizzle off of your finger.

Your breath hitched, and you released a shaky inhale. “I, uh, better go wash this sugar off. I’ll be right back.”

Tup scooted out to let you pass, while Jesse and Fives stared open mouthed after you.

You washed your hands while staring at yourself in the mirror. You hoped that wasn’t too subtle of an invitation. You took a deep breath, and covered your face with your hands. You bit the inside of your cheek, worried it had definitely been too subtle of an invite when the door opened.

You looked up and met Tup’s eyes. He locked the door before his long strides brought him to you. You turned to lean against the sink, a soft smile on your lips.

“Hi,” he said bracing his hands on the sink on either side of your hips.

“Hi,” You replied, your breath already growing shallow at his nearness.

“So did you mean it? Do you want to leave with one of those troopers out there?” He asked, his warm eyes roaming your body.

“You’re the only one I wanna leave with,” you said, swallowing, and resting your hands on his armor clad chest.

“Good, but I don’t think I can wait until we get back to the barracks.” He brought his hands to your hips.

“Then don’t,” you said quietly. “Take me right here.”

“Gladly, mesh’la,” he breathed, leaning in to press his lips to yours. His lips were soft, his kiss fiery with an underlying passion most people wouldn’t have thought him capable of.

He slid his hands down your body to grip your thighs, and hoist you up onto the sink. You wrapped your legs around his hips, drawing him closer, forcing the unyielding plastoid of his codpiece up against your cunt, making you groan, and grind your self against it.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth, humming at your taste like he had for the dessert. One strong arm looped around your lower back, the other moving between your bodies to unclip his codpiece, and let it clatter to the floor.

His armor dug into your thighs, as you tightened your legs around him to get the friction your body craved.

“Needy for me already, sweet girl?” He asked, kissing his way to your throat, as an answering whine rose out of your throat. You’d never heard Tup talk like that before, and it sent a wave of heat through your body.

“Stars, yes,” you replied, reaching up to free his curls from their signature bun to bury your fingers in them. He growled against your skin before sinking his teeth into your neck. He reached down to push his blacks down just enough to free his cock, the swollen tip already leaking precum.

You rubbed your finger tips against his scalp, as he kissed and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck. Using your free hand you pulled your panties to the side, and helped guide him to your slick entrance.

He pushed forward slowly, and you huffed out a noise of protest, which only made him slow down more.

“Tup!” You whined with a laugh. He laughed softly, still keeping his pace. You gripped his hair, and gave an experimental tug on his curly tresses.

His hips pressed deeper, drawing pleasured gasps from both of you. You tugged again, harder and he tightened his hold on you, snapping his hips forward until they met yours.

“Oh, fuck!” you swore, as he filled your pussy. He felt even bigger than he looked, and you took several deep breaths while you tried to get used to his size.

“I tried to go slow for you,” Tup said with a breathless little laugh. “You’re so tight, sweet girl. Not gonna be able to go slow.”

With that he pulled back, and snapped his hips forward again, drawing a whimper from your throat. You were so deliciously full of him, and still hungry for more. He found his rhythm, driving into you, pressing you roughly into the hard surface of the sink.

Between his armor and the duracrete, you would have bruises for days.

You tightened your hold on his hair, while your other hand moved to your needy little clit, rubbing desperate circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You feel so kriffing good. No way I’m ever letting anyone else have this perfect pussy,” He groaned before taking your lips again. You whimpered into the kiss, working your fingers faster.

All you could hear or feel or think about was Tup. His lips against yours, his soft curls clutched in your hand, his smooth voice whispering filth in your ear, his thick cock driving into that delicious place inside that had you on the edge

“Gonna take my cum, sweet girl?” He asked, breaking the kiss to lock eyes with you, as he fucked into you steadily.

“Yes, Tup, please,” you begged.

“Gonna fill you up like you deserve,” he groaned, speeding up, as he neared the edge.

You followed him, chasing your high with wild abandon, not caring that your obscene moans were audible outside the refresher.

“Cum for me, mesh’la,” He begged, and your body answered, your orgasm crashing over you.

The rhythmic clenching of your cunt pulled Tup over the edge with you, and you could feel his cum painting your walls. His hips stuttered, thrusts losing their perfect rhythm, as he slowed to a stop. Your chest heaved, as you weathered the aftershocks of your climax.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your nearly limp body up against his chest. You pressed your face into his neck, and hummed contentedly.

“Definitely glad I didn’t leave with anyone else,” you whispered.

You jumped as there was a loud knock on the door.

“Sounds like a great time in there, but if you’re all done, there’s a line!”

Your face burned with embarrassment, as the two of your scrambled to get yourselves together enough to walk out of the refresher.

“Round two at the barracks?” You asked, biting your lip.

“Absolutely,” Tup said, stealing another kiss before leading you out with his fingers laced with yours.

[zoeykallus]

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

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

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

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

Tup x F!Reader Oneshot - For The First Time

Fluffy/Suggestive/Spicy/Sexual Content/18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smile back.

"Hey Tup."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really, never?"

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

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

"You mean prostitutes?"

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

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

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

"Mmm," you hum, nodding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," you gasp a little breathlessly.

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

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

"Tup… Tup… more, I want more"

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

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

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

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

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

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

He swallows again, nods.

"Anything you want," he returns breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Inside!"

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

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

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

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

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

You curse as well, then laugh.

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

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

"Don't be," you say gently.

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

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

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

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

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

"May I ask what you two are doing?"

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

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

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

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

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[corrieguards]

NSFW Tup thots below 18+

This boy absolutely fucking loves tits.

Holding them, squeezing them, sucking them, even just looking at them- Anything, he just loves them.

His favorite place to be is laying down between your legs, head resting on your chest and suckling on one of your nipples. Bonus points if your raking your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp and petting his curls.

And when you start moaning underneath him, fisting his hair and tugging on it... Fuck, it's enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning against your tits and rutting his hips until he's made a pretty mess on the mattress.

[darthtaoshay]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾outside the door

First Time & Being Loud | Virgin!Tup/Medic!F!Reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Warning(s): NSFW(18+ ONLY), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, First Time, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob/Blowjob, Loud Sex, and Sloppy Kisses

Note: In my eyes... Tup is a sweet baby who wouldn't be able to stop himself for moaning loudly. Also, I have no idea how their underclothing works<3

WC:3340

Pre-mission physicals were always chaotic, especially when working with the Torrent Company. It’s not that the group is a bad group to work with… There are just many of them to get through. With only you and Kix there to get all 143 Clones, Kix not included, and two Jedi through their physicals, it can take a while but even longer when certain mischievous troopers come in for theirs. 

Like now, you both have been trying to get Fives and Hardcase through their physicals but both troopers keep messing around. Both you and Kix are looking over their blood samples, making sure everything is good to go on that end. 

“All looks goo-” A loud gagging noise makes you two to whip around quickly. 

Hardcase is bent over coughing loudly as Fives is bent over laughing, in his hand is a popsicle stick. You already know what has happened and all you do is sigh while waiting for both of them to recover. 

“You are such a dick,” Hardcase says hoarsely while glaring at a still laughing Fives.

“You wanted to do the same thing to me! You’re just mad that I did it first,” Fives argues.

Kix sighs while standing from the lab chair, “you two are done.” They both just stare at you two. “That means get out.”

They both give mock salutes with matching grins before rushing out of the room. You look at Kix and laugh before moving to clean up from their exam. Kix goes to look at the list to see who is left, only to grin when he sees the last person is Tup. Sneaking a look at you, he stands up and acts like he just got a message on his com. 

“Hey. I just got a message that General Skywalker is wanting to start going over the exams. We only have one person left, think you can take care of it while I meet with him?”

“Yeah, of course! I’ll send over the last person’s exam once finished.”

“Perfect. Thank you and let me know if you need anything!”

As he is leaving, Kix runs into Tup, who is making his way to the medical room. Tup already has a nervous look on his face, but calms down when he sees his brother.

“Kix! I am so sorry for running a bit behind. I promise to make it quick for you.”

Kix smiles, “I am actually on my way to meet with the General.”

“But that would mean…” The color drains from Tup’s face slightly as he realizes that you will be doing his physical.

“Yep! You are in good hands, don’t worry about it.”

Kix pats him on the back before hedging down the hall, leaving Tup outside of the med-room. Tup takes a few seconds to give himself a pep talk and to get his nerves under control. Part of him feels ridiculous; you are one of his best friends! Why should he be nervous? There is no reason being alone in a room with you should be a nervous event. 

Now the other part of him starts to list off all the reasons he should be nervous… Because he finds you to be the most beautiful and smart person he has ever met; because you are very sweet to him; because he has had feelings for you for a while now even though he shouldn’t. The feeling of embarrassment comes over him as he realizes that he has deep feelings for someone he works with. 

Tup realizes that he has taken even longer now and shakes his head before opening the door to the med-room. He freezes as you turn to face him, his face growing warm as you smile softly. You motion towards the exam table as you move to put on new gloves. 

“Go ahead and take a seat, Tup.” 

He does what you say and moves to sit down on the table, gripping onto the sides as he tries to hide his nerves. As you start to give the speech on what the physical exam is going to include, the fact you will be touching almost every part of his body makes Tup’s eyes widen. You finish the speech and look him over, taking in his stiff posture and wide eyes. Most of the Troops, when getting their first exam with you tend to react the same, so you are not surprised to see Tup feeling the same way.

“Sound good? We can take it slow and if you at all feel uncomfortable, we can take a break and start again.”

Tup sighs softly, “sounds good.” 

You give him another soft smile before moving closer to start doing the exam. While you don’t let it show, you are also feeling nervous about being so up close and personal with Tup. Sure, you have given hundreds, if not thousands, of clone troops physical exams, but this troop is special to you. It’s wrong to catch feelings for someone you work with, you know this, but you couldn’t help it. 

Once you and Tup had gotten closer in terms of friendship, his shyness had died down when he was with you, for the most part. When you two are often together, neither of you can be quiet as you both want to share your constant thoughts with someone you trust. Which is why it is concerning that he is being so silent today. 

You can understand the initial quietness due to him being nervous about this being his first exam with you but normally most troops warm up by time you get to the reflex test… Yet Tup is still silent besides telling you if he feels pressure or other things when you ask. As you take the vial of blood over to run it through tests, you decide now is a good time to ask.

“Is everything okay, Tup?”

Your question catches him off guard, “uh… Yeah! Everything is okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Why, uh, why do you ask?” 

You look over your shoulder at him. “Well, you’ve just been very quiet today. Normally you’re a chatterbox and it just has me worried.”

“Oh… I just, uh, have a lot on my mind, I guess. But! I promise I am fine.”

“I am saying this not as your medic, but as your friend; you can talk to me about anything. Even if it’s just to rant, I am here for you.” 

Tup gives you a small nervous smile, but the lab computer dings to let you know the results of his blood test are ready. As you turn around, he sighs softly and gives your back a longing look.

“Doubt you would feel that way if you only knew,” he whispers to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You huff and turn your chair around to look at him. “Alright, your blood test came back clear, but I won’t be letting you leave until you tell me what is wrong.”

Instead of saying anything else, Tup simply looks down at his lap as you stare at him with a raised eyebrow. The two of you sit in silence with Tup keeping his eyes down and you keeping your eyes on him. It doesn’t take long before you decide to speak again.

“Listen, if you don’t want to talk to me about it, that’s fine, but I do need you to talk to someone about what is going on. If not so you can feel better by getting it off your chest, then so you don’t get distracted while on the field. Because if you let this eat at you then you will end up not focusing on the gro-”

“I have feelings for you,” Tup interrupts you. 

“I-” You blink at him, shocked at his abrupt confession. “You’re in a bad mood because you have feelings for me?”

“Yeah… I’ve been quiet because I get nervous around you when we are alone.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I mean, who in their right mind would be okay with their friend and someone they work with having feelings for them?”

“Oh Tup,” you give him a soft smile. “Clearly neither of us are in our right minds then.”

“Don’t joke about this,” he frowns up at you from his spot on the edge of the exam table.

“Right, I’m sorry. But Tup, I have feelings for you as well. That is what I meant by that.”

“You really mean that?”

You move closer to him and cup his face in your hands.“I really do mean it, Tup.” 

Tup keeps his eyes on you, searching for any form of jokes or lies, but he doesn’t. His hands come up to wrap around your wrists as he nuzzles into your hands. Your thumb gently caressing his cheek makes him close his eyes for a moment before opening them.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” 

Smiling, you nod and move your head closer to his as he tilts his head up. Tup’s hands fall to your hips, gently holding you there as your lips press against each other. You assumed it would have been a soft kiss, nothing more. However, Tup uses his hold on your hips to pull you against him; and you are proven wrong. Your hands move from his face to grip his shoulders as the kiss grows deeper. His grip on your hips tightens as you slightly brush his lips with your tongue, hinting at your desire to deepen the kiss.

Tup knows what you are looking for; he isn’t a fool, but he worries that you will easily tell he doesn’t know what he is doing. Now he is faced with an internal battle; should he be telling you he is inexperienced or is it best to keep quiet? Wait… If he keeps it quiet and you end up having a bad time, you will think he is bad at sex and he doesn’t want that. Although, if he tells you then you might be put off and decide to not want him anymore. Completely lost in the debate in his head, Tup doesn’t realize he stopped kissing back.

Pulling away, you look at him panicked. “Was that too much?”

“No! Not at all but I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m a virgin,” he mumbles softly. 

“Okay. What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, I just don’t know what I am doing.”

“That’s fine! We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” You softly smile while kneading his shoulders softly. “If you want to go slow, we can go slow or we don’t have to do anything at all.” 

“I really want to but I wasn’t sure if you would be okay with the fact I am a virgin.” 

“Tup, I don’t care about that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You whisper before pressing your lips back against his. 

Tup is quick to meet your tongue with his own, making you give a groan. You can feel his already hard cock pressing into your thigh as he pulls you closer between his legs. He starts to grind his cock into your thigh, his hands dropping down to gently grab at your ass. As he moans into the kiss, you feel a bit of his saliva drip down your chin.

You pull away and lick your lips while pushing him to lie down on the table. Looking up at you with wide eyes, Tup moves further up the table as you crawl on the table with him. He gulps as your hands run up his thighs slowly, gently kneading the muscles through his blacks. Moving your hands higher, you bring one to caress his hip while the other ghosts over the tent in his blacks. Tup can’t help the whimper that leaves him when he feels you palming him through his clothing. 

Your hand on his hip moves to grab the belt that secures his top under clothing to his bottom. Giving him a soft smile, you undo the belt and tease him by gently rubbing the skin right under the band of his bottoms. You give them a small tug as a hint, which he is quick to listen to. Tup lifts his hips off of the table to make it easier for you to pull off his bottoms. He fights the urge to cover the now more noticeable tent in his briefs, a wet spot already forming where his cock is drooling.

“Can I take these off of you as well?” He clears his throat before nodding. “I need words, Tup.”

“Please, please take them off.” He whines.

You pull his briefs off, slowly, biting your lip as you see his cock slip out to rest against his stomach. Once his briefs are off of his body, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock gently. The moment Tup feels your hand around his cock, his hips thrust up involuntarily. You bring your other hand up to rub a finger along the tip of his cock, gently, smearing his pre-cum around his tip before leaning down and rubbing your bottom lip against his wet tip.

“This okay?” You ask.

“Ye-yes…”

You press a kiss to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around him and softly sucking. Looking up at him through your lashes, you watch as he grips the sides of the table as the feeling of your warm mouth on his cock overwhelms him. Your hands come to rub his thighs as you start to bob your head up and down on his cock. Tup’s moans are quick to grow to a loud volume as you suck on his cock, his hips giving small thrusts now and then as he gets lost in the feeling. While the sound of his moans turns you on, you worry about the fact anyone could walk by and hear the noise.

Tup’s hips start to thrust up more frequently as you pull up on his cock, not wanting to be without the wet warmth. With how loud he is moaning and how he is chasing after your mouth, you can’t help but reach down and slip one of your hands down your uniform bottoms and underwear. Your fingers are quick to run through the wetness that is coating your slit before moving to rub your clit slowly. As you keep bobbing your head up and down on his cock, sucking a bit more firmly, you move your fingers from your clit and down to tease your begging cunt. You moan around Tup’s cock as you press two fingers into your cunt, making him cry out at the feeling.

Lifting his head, Tup notices that your arm is moving in an odd way. He tilts his head to the side and whines as he sees your hand in your bottoms. His head falls back again as his cock throbs in your mouth; the fact you are fingering yourself while sucking his cock becomes too much for him. You swallow greedily around his cock as he throbs and twitches inside of your mouth, your hand moving faster to fuck yourself on your fingers.

Tup starts to tap your shoulder as he pants, “wait wait.” 

You are quick to pull away from his cock to look up at him with worried eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I just,” he takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I just feel like I might cum soon and don’t want it to end yet.” 

You smile while wrapping your hand around his cock once more, slowly stroking up and down at the pace you are fingering yourself at. 

“Do you want to move onto something more or do you just want to finish in my mouth?”

“Can we do more?” Tup asks sheepishly. 

“Of course.”

You lift up to sit straight on your knees to remove your top easier before climbing off the table to remove the bottom portion of your uniform. Tup watches you with wide eyes as you undress, his cock twitching at the sight of your bare skin. As you climb back on the table, he sits up to take off his upper blacks. He leans back with his hands on the table, keeping himself sitting up to see you straddle his lap. His hands grip your hips as you rest your weight down on him, your wet slit pressing against his cock. Your hands come to rub his chest as you grind down on him. 

“Do you want me to ride you, Tup?” He whines as you press a kiss to his lips. 

“Please.”

“‘Please’ what?”

“Please ride my cock.” He whispers.

You give him a quick kiss before reaching over to the medical tray beside the table, grabbing a bacta packet. Bringing the packet to your mouth, you use your teeth to rip it open before moving it down to pour the bacta onto his cock. Tup sighs as you use your hand to spread the bacta around his cock. Letting go of his cock, you move back to hover over him and tease both of you as you use your grip on his cock to rub your clit. His hands grip your hips tighter as he can feel the heat of your cunt, his eyes looking up at you beggingly.

“Don’t tease, please.” Tup’s voice cracks slightly as he begs you. 

Smiling down at him, you start to slowly lower yourself onto his cock. Both of you moan at the feeling; you to the stretch of his cock and Tup to the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly. Once you are fully on his cock, you lean your head down to rest your forehead against his as both of you close your eyes. It doesn’t take long before his cock gives a twitch inside of your cunt. You sit up and lean back on your hands, letting Tup see your nude body nearly laid out for him. 

“Ready?” 

Tup nods up at you while sliding one of his hands up to cup under one of your breasts. You start to lift up off of his cock before lowering yourself back down, both of you moaning softly at the feeling. His hands start to explore your body as you bounce up and down on his cock. As you start to move faster, the moans coming from Tup grow to be loud once more. You go to speak but you are cut off with your own loud moan as Tup pinches one of your nipples gently. 

“Tup,” you whine as he tugs on the nipple but his loud moan fills the room again as your cunt tightens around his cock. “We have to be quiet. Someone could be outside the door.”

“I can’t help it,” he whines back.

You lean forward and press your lips against his, trying to muffle both of your moans as you bounce on his cock harder. Tup wraps his arms around you wanting you as close as possible, as he gives tiny thrusts up into you, trying to go as deep as he can. The room is full of loud moans, wet slaps, and the sloppy sound of your kiss. The thought of anyone outside of the door leaving you completely as you focus on the feeling of his cock rubbing your walls.

Bonus:

“I wouldn’t go in there.”

Rex turns to see Kix leaning against the wall, scrolling through a data pad. 

“Why?”

Before Kix could answer him, a loud moan of your name leaves the med-room, making Rex whip around to stare at the door in horror. 

“That’s why.”

“Is that T-” A loud cry of Tup’s name leaves the room as well.

“Yep.”

Rex covers his face as it grows warm before turning around and leaving. Kix watches him before laughing and putting the plugs back in his ears to wait for the next poor soul who tries to go inside.

[sinfulsalutations]

What do you think each of your favorite clones’ guilty pleasure is? SFW and NSFW? 🤣

𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕡 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 + 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕗𝕖

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇx

⋆ ★ ᴏʜ, ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇꜱ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ… ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ɪ’ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ!

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Rex

SFW: Likes to be bathed or taken care of in the bath. While it doesn’t happen often, he loves it when you sit on his lap and scrub off the dirt on his skin, slowly massage soap onto his scalp and soothe him. Rex is not used to being taken care of or sitting back and just allowing things to happen without at least a little control, so it’s hard for him personally to come to terms with just how much he likes it, as well as even indulge himself too much when he gets the chance too.

NSFW: He wanted to record you two going at it to watch while he’s away for some time. You’d already sent him photos of yourself, domestic videos of you doing simple tasks, but none very vulgar. Now that he does have that recording, he watches it so damn much. One of his favorite ways to wind down after a hard day. Not that he’ll really admit it…

Tup

SFW: This boy LOVES self-care days. If he has the chance, he’ll beg to do one. Paint each other's nails, wear face masks, braid hair in intricate patterns, moisturize, he lives for it. It's just an excellent way of doing the little things to keep his spirits up, expressing his own self-worth, and showing how much you’re worth it. As well as just having some sweet bonding time with his cyare.

NSFW: Loves receiving a lot. He doesn't really ask for it necessarily, and don't get me wrong, making you buck into his face and gasp from all the pleasure he's giving you is still one of his favorite things to do. He just also really enjoys sitting back and watching the person he loves on their knees, doing their utmost to please him and make him feel good. Also, Maker have you perfected it. The moment he sees you slowly sink down he's already anticipating the filthy noises that will leave his mouth.

Crosshair

SFW: MASSIVE sweet tooth. It's his guilty pleasure for a few reasons. Firstly, well, it's unhealthy of course. They also don't get those kinds of pleasures or indulgences as a soldier. But if he gets a chance? He's gonna munch on some sour candy like a child on Halloween. It's a pretty interesting, delightful sight.

NSFW: Crosshair really, really likes it when you ride him. You rarely do it, mostly because he just can't give up that much control to you, albeit anyone, but on the rare occasions he allows it, Maker he comes so fast. You look so damn sexy on top of him, commanding his movements and taking pleasure for yourself equally without his say being a large contributor. For once, he's not in control, he's in your hands and so vulnerable and desperate... it rubs the strangest parts of his mind.

Tech

SFW: This feels a little obvious, but sleeping late. Tech knows it's bad for him, but he just gets so much work done! His brothers aren't up distracting or pestering him, he can be left to his own devices to stray from the task at hand and deviate to another interest of his own volition, it's great! ...Yeah, you have to drag him to bed all the time.

NSFW: 👏Tie👏him👏up! Tech's hands are the most dexterous part of him and give him so much control over things- including you. And if you tie him up and render him subject to whatever you want to do, he becomes a whimpering mess. He'll suddenly be begging for any salvation, bucking his hips up and attempting to grind against you `cause you're just that damn sexy to him.

Wolffe

SFW: Obsessed with holo dramas. Once you caught him screaming at the holo because apparently, the leading lady had made an unwise decision between the two men she was in a love triangle with, and when you asked him about it he immediately denied it. You didn't catch him watching it after that but saw him discreetly trying to find times when he thought you were asleep or working. So then you pretended that you showed interest in the drama to make him feel less bad about watching it. So now you always catch up on the latest episodes when he returns from a dispatch.

NSFW: Enjoys it when you make sorts of animalistic noises in bed. He hasn't expressed it directly, but you're beginning to catch on. He likes to sprinkle on some extra praise if you yelp or howl like a hurt puppy dog, give him those sickly eyes and whimper. And he always comes a little too hard, even letting a few growls rupturing in his stomach out to bless your ears. So in conclusion Wolffe is a furry

a/n: definitely gonna do more of these with other characters, this was really fun! if you guys have any other characters you'd like to see with these headcanons, let me know :) ~ @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch @secondaryrealm

[metalheadfreak1]

The Air in my Lungs Chapter 2-6

Artwork done by the lovely @love-like-poetry

Who doesn't love a grouchy Rex and a mischievous Fives. Also chapters 2 through 6 are posted as well! I hope that you all will enjoy these chapters!!

NO MINORS ALLOWED! +18 ONLY

[deejadabbles]

@sinfulsalutations @dystopicjumpsuit Alright, you guys asked for it. @blueink-bluesoul you should be part of this party too

Thank @corrieguards and this post for starting all this

Warnings for: being complete filth, hair pulling, marking, praising, dirty talk, and Tup most definitely NOT being a shy virgin.

EDIT: I posted a full length version of this ficlet, so if you like this, check out the full fic <3

You were fairly certain the sheets were going to rip if you gripped them any tighter.

His lips, his teeth, his tongue, they were working in perfect harmony against your skin. A almost violent moan left your throat when he bit down yet again, another addition to the marks he left across your shoulder and neck, his marks.

"Love it when you moan like that, mesh'la," Tup whispered against the blooming blemish, hot breath fanning over it like a feather light touch. "Love it when I can mark-" he paused and raised his head a little, eyes on the fingers curled into the sheets.

A soft tut tut noise sounded from his tongue.

"Mesh'la," this time, it was almost a scolding, "you know that's not where your hands belong."

Your throat was so dry as you tried to swallow, his words making the ache between your legs pulse. Fingers slowly uncurled from the fabric and reached up to him. With loving care you traced his temple, and tucked some stray curls behind his ear.

Tup closed his eyes, humming at the contact with sensual delight.

Slowly, you started threading fingers through his wonderfully soft locks, letting your nails graze his scalp, and relishing the little moan he let out.

The moan turned to a delighted cry when you grabbed the hair and pulled.

"Yes!" Tup's voice almost cracked as his head snapped back, hips jutting forward as if on instinct, and you hated that your panties got in the way of his already hard cock. His grin was wide, wolfish, even, as he looked down at you through half lidded eyes. "That's my girl," he praised, "so good for me, giving me what I like."

That's when he started moving.

Careful to keep your hands in his hair, Tup started at a teasing pace, lips now trailing down your body. Grazing between the valley of your breasts, nipping over your stomach, and kissing across your hips.

A flash of white teeth met the waistband of your panties, pulled it back, and let it snap against your body with a small slap. Then, he was gazing up at you again, that familiar haze of need and adoration darkening his eyes.

"You gonna hold on tight while I enjoy you?" His tone was just as wicked as his eyes, "Gonna use my hair to take what you want from my mouth?"

"Yes! Maker, yes- Tup, please," you couldn't even care how needy you sounded, not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was telling you to abuse his curls in the filthiest ways.

Tup's fingers hooked your panties and began dragging them down, down. "That's my good girl. Don't forget to use your nails too, love it when I can still feel them on my scalp the next day."

Then those lips and tongue and teeth were diving into your wet cunt. The fingers tangled in his hair did not disappoint him.

[sleepingsun501]

Lipstick Stains

Pairing(s): Captain Rex x F!Reader, Clones x F!Readers

Summary: The 501st is back home on Coruscant, and you and your girlfriends meet them at 79′s to welcome your boys home.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, some fluff, alcohol, thigh grinding, oral sex

A/N: Minors get out of here! This is my first one-shot ever. Thanks to everybody on discord for our conversation today for inspiring this! It focuses mainly on Rex at first, but I tried to write it in a way that you can write expansions off any of the characters and insert readers. Tag me if you expand any of it!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40629618

“Come on! Hurry!” your friend said to you urgently as she tugged on your wrist. “They’ll probably already be there.”

You panted a little from the brisk pace you had been maintaining, in heels no less, and caught a whiff of sweet perfume. You looked to your left and right, surrounded by your friends. The scuff of heels and boots, the quiet jangle of someone’s bracelets, and the excited whispers and giggles emanated from the group of you as you all made your way to 79’s.

You had been relaxing and watching a holo in your apartment when your friend’s message had come over your comm: “The boys are home! 79’s in an hour.”

You had gasped so hard you nearly choked on your popcorn as you scrambled to untangle yourself from your blanket to get dressed. Your heart had pounded with both relief and anxiety as you got ready. Rex was home. But why had he not messaged you himself? Was he okay? Was he upset with you? It had been weeks since you had heard from him, and he had said something about needing to go dark for a mission. Had something happened to him?

You had to push those thoughts out of your mind and focus on the logic. You and Rex had been through scenarios like this before. Your friend would have probably heard from Fives or Jesse, and you were close enough to Fives that he certainly would have messaged you if something had happened to Rex.

After taking a few calming breaths, you had settled on a short, strappy, black satin dress you knew Rex loved and spent a couple of extra minutes doing your hair and makeup. You took extra care to wing your eyeliner a little and apply your favorite shade of lipstick, wanting to look your best. Rex had never cared whether you wore makeup or not, but if you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you hoped that your makeup would be completely ruined by the end of the evening.

Now you found yourself amongst the gaggle of your friends, all of whom were rather attached to the boys of the 501st. The 501st had built a bit of a reputation for themselves as far as clones were concerned, no thanks to their general and his lack of oversight of them while they were on leave.

Rex had briefly mentioned to you before that the general seemed to just vanish once they were planetside on Coruscant, but had said no more on the matter. You could see how it stressed him out, though. Rex was the one that command automatically defaulted to when the general was not present, and he had to have some stern words with some of the men after the last time they were on leave about the shenanigans they had gotten up to.

With 79’s now in sight, and the collective excitement of your group growing, you hoped tonight would not be like that. You hoped it would just be drinks, dancing, laughs, and fun to welcome them all home.

The club’s pounding base and colorful flashing lights created a familiar scene, and you and the other girls found yourselves amongst a swath of identical faces. Well, nearly identical. Some of the clones had different tattoos or armor or hair, but you focused all your might on looking for a distinct shade of cobalt blue paint and a pretty blonde head.

The friend still holding your wrist let go abruptly and shrieked happily as she was swept off her feet and twirled in the air. As she giggled and wrapped her arms around the clone’s neck, you recognized the red medical sigil painted on his spaulder. Kix. Of course. you thought with a smile. Your friend quickly dragged him further onto the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

As your eyes returned to scanning, you spotted Fives sitting in a booth in the far corner with his other brothers looking for your group. Two empty beer bottles already sat in front of him, with a third in his hand. He looked exhausted, but his face lit up like a firecracker when he saw you and your friends.

Identical smiles broke out on all of their faces as you and the girls approached. Two of your friends broke off from the group to order some drinks, Tup and Hardcase in tow, while the others made room in the booth.

Fives set his beer down and happily scooped you into a bear hug, pressing you tightly into the freshly scrubbed plastoid of his armor. “Hey there, pretty lady!” he said loudly over the thrumming music.

“Welcome home,” you smiled back. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, but it was not unpleasant. “I’m glad you’re all safe.”

His smile faded a bit, but he nodded. “Me too. It’s good to be back.”

You had expected that. As much as you hated to admit it, not everyone always came back. They had undoubtedly lost brothers on whatever hair-raising mission they had just returned from, and you knew better than to ask about it right away.

“Is Rex—?” you began to ask, but before you could finish, Fives took your hand and spun you in a smoother move than you could have imagined, releasing you right at the end to send you twirling into the waiting arms of your captain.

“Mesh’la,” Rex breathed, burying his face in your neck and hair and wrapping his powerful arms around your waist.

You gasped and felt warm tears sting your eyes as you melted into him. He really was home. You could feel every ripple of every taut muscle under his uniform—his dress greys. Why was he in dress greys? Oh hell, why would care about that now? He was stunning whether he was dressed up, in his armor, or buck naked. You could have sworn the man let off his own glow, like the sun and stars.

Rex inhaled your scent as if he depended on you instead of oxygen, pressing himself as close as he could to you. One of your hands eased over his tense shoulder blade while the other anchored itself to the nape of his neck. His normally buzzed, peach-fuzzy hair was much longer than you remembered it. It curled a little in your fingers as you squeezed, and was so soft that you could not help stroking it a bit.

“Welcome home, baby,” you said as you eased back, grinning from ear to ear at the most handsome man in the GAR. “I missed you so much.”

There were tired circles under his beautiful eyes, a light layer of stubble on his normally clean-shaven face, and a rigidness in his posture that worried you. If your captain was looking this haggard and Fives was already on his third beer, they all must have been through hell. You continued to stroke his hair and marveled at the texture, raking your nails lightly on his scalp. He blinked a few times and you felt a shiver run through him, so he must have liked it.

His dark honey eyes crinkled as he smiled back at you. Despite the clear signs of stress, he was still overjoyed to see you. “I’ve missed you too, my pretty girl. Missed you every single day.”

He leaned down and captured your lips in a tender, longing kiss, cupping your cheek with a warm, calloused hand. He held you to him with the other hand splayed across your lower back as he devoured you. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, begging for entry, and you quickly parted your lips to let him in. He tasted so good, and he seemed intent on exploring every inch of your mouth before releasing you again.

The kiss left you breathless as you whined into his mouth, and it sent a tingling warm heat radiating from your core out to your limbs. There was a desperation to it that you had not felt in a long time. He nudged your legs apart, slotting and flexing his burly thigh against your center where the heat was quickly pooling. A pleasant shudder ran up your spine as the pressure against your clit increased, and he gripped your waist to steady you.

This was bold for Rex. He had always preferred to wait until you were behind closed doors. But now, here you were, in full view of 79’s and his vode, grinding your aching clit against the muscles in his leg.

It was then you realized that whatever was bothering him and his brothers was better left till morning. You could feel the urgency in his kiss, the silent pleading for you to reciprocate, and his hand guided your hips now as you shifted against him. He would never do anything without your permission, but everything about the way he touched you screamed that he needed you. He needed you now.

As you broke the kiss, his eyes flicked to his brothers and then back to you. It was such a big brother move—making sure his vode were behaving even while he had you ready to fall apart in his arms.

Seizing the opportunity to distract him, you laced his fingers with yours and pulled him toward the back of the club before he could protest. You were not going to wait anymore. If Rex wanted you, you were his.

As you passed your two friends carrying drinks with Tup and Hardcase making their way back to the table, you glanced back over your shoulder at the booth. Fives cracked a knowing grin and winked mischievously at you, pulling one of your friends into his lap. You giggled when you saw her grind her hips down a little and wrap Fives’ arm around her waist while nuzzling up to Echo. Another one of the girls already had her legs draped over Jesse’s lap, and you were certain Kix and his chosen partner for the night were still on the dancefloor.

The girls would make sure they stayed out of any real trouble. If anything, you were probably going to have to make sure Rex never made his way back to the barracks tonight. You knew what chaos would probably ensue there, and the less the good captain knew, the better.

You pushed the refresher door open and dragged Rex inside, quickly locking it behind you. As you turned, you were met with a hungry stare in his amber eyes. You noticed a little smudge of your lipstick on his mouth just before he claimed your mouth again, hoisting you effortlessly into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist so he could press your back to the door.

Through the starchy material of his dress greys, you could feel how hard he was already. He ground himself roughly into your hips, his cock running halfway up your belly, growling out a sound so low and feral it made you soak your dainty underwear.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he groaned, his jaw clenched in restraint. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“I do have some idea, yes,” you teased, bracing your forearms on his broad shoulders—fuck, how was he so broad?—and tugging on his short curls.

He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin. “Mmmm. Feeling a little sassy tonight, huh?”

“Only for you, Captain.”

He paused. 

Oh shit, you were in trouble. You could feel his control beginning to unravel with the use of his title. He rutted his hips into yours and bit down on the tender flesh of your neck just under your ear, immediately soothing the bite with a gentle lick. His thumb brushed over one of your hardened nipples through the satin of your dress, and you were so glad you had forgone wearing a bra tonight. “Careful, mesh’la. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Everything you needed to hear was in his tone. You giggled and unwrapped your legs from his waist, asking to be set back down. You worked the front of his uniform open and you sank to your knees the second your heels clicked on the floor. You palmed him through his trousers before freeing his thick cock, taking him in your hand and stroking him as he leaned his head back and inhaled sharply.

Rex looked back down at you, his eyes both soft and needy. “You’re too good to me, pretty girl.”

You simply smiled in response and flattened your tongue against him as you licked from the base of his throbbing length all the way to the weeping tip. The feeling of him gathering your hair for you and his pleasured moan had your pussy clenching and flooding with need. You felt powerful like this, knowing his earlier warning was futile as you tasted the little bead of precum that had leaked from him. You had always made him finish. He was yours. And his lips would not be the only part of his body stained with your lipstick tonight.

[dogmascutie]

dogma and babygirl timeline:

sorry, babygirl (explicit, dogma-centered)

use your words, babygirl (explicit, dogma-centered)

right, babygirl (explicit, dogma-centered)

anything for you, babygirl - part one (mature, dogma-centered)

anything for you, babygirl - part two (explicit, dogma and tup)

yours, babygirl (mature, dogma-centered)

we'll be good, babygirl (explicit, dogma and fives)

be good, babygirl (explicit, dogma and fives)

ruin him, babygirl (explicit, fives-centered)

good, babygirl (explicit, dogma and fives)

be quiet, babygirl (explicit, dogma and fox)

quiet, babygirl, quiet (explicit, dogma and fox)

hello, babygirl (explicit, dogma and fox)

goodbye, babygirl (explicit, dogma-centered)

the following are in no particular order but involve babygirl:

ask #1 (explicit, dogma-centered)

ask #2 (explicit, dogma-centered)

all other fics can be found here

header by @saradika

[vodika-vibes]

This is the Masterlist for my 500 followers event

This is now long enough to need to be put under a readmore

500 Followers Event Announcement - Ended

Love Is Patient - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

I'll Wait Forever - Post-Stasis Kix x F!Reader

Time For Us - Captain Rex x F!Reader (18+)

Worth It - Clone Assassin x F!Reader (18+)

Fall Into Love - TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Not Broken - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Summer Love - Captain Howzer x F!Reader

Mountain Romance - TBB Tech x F!Reader

Morning Light - Captain Keeli x F!Reader

Sugar and Spice - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Colors of Fall - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Comfort - Ezra Bridger x GN!Reader

Not A Question Of Worth - Commander Fox x GN!Reader

I'm Not Jealous - Captain Howzer x GN!Reader

Under The Summer Sun - Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

I See You - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader

Forever - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader

Under The Moonlight - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

You Make My World Brighter - TBB Echo x F!Reader

I Can Fix That - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Winter Wonderland - Jango Fett x F!Reader

First Choice - Clone Medic Kix x Reader

Life Day Conversations - Ezra Bridger x GN!Reader

So This Is Love - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

It's Always Been You - Commander Cody x GN!Reader

Hero - Captain Rex x F!Reader

No Power - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Confession - Clone Commando Boss x GN!Reader

Heartbeat - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader

Just The Two Of Us - Clone Trooper Tup x GN!Reader

Sunset Kisses - TBB Echo x GN!Reader

Pumpkin Spice - Commander Fox x GN!Reader

I Can Wait - Captain Rex x F!Reader

Trapped - Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Love Language - TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader

Understanding - ARC Captain Fordo x F!Reader

April Showers - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader (Smut)

Butterfly Kisses - TBB Echo x GN!Reader

Shiny - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Enjoy The Show - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

I'll Protect You - TBB Hunter x GN!Reader

Because It's You - TBB Tech & F!Reader

Silent Night - Darman Skirata x F!Reader

For Always and Forever - Clone Commando Scorch x GN!Reader

Spread Your Wings - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

And The Cicadas Sang - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

First Time In Forever - Captain Gregor x GN!Reader

Just Like This - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Better Together - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech

Satisfied - Captain Rex x GN!Reader

You're Worth It - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Safe and Sound - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader

Beloved - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech

Easier - Clone Commando Fixer x GN!Reader

Midnight Love - Commander Colt x GN!Reader

Theirs - Commander Fox x F!Reader x Commander Wolffe

Syrupy Kisses - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader

This Love - TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Love Is A Choice - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader, TBB Omega, TBB Echo

Brighter Than The Sun - Commander Neyo x F!Reader

Take A Chance - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader

My Choice Remains - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader

Tell Me - Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Your Love - Captain Wilco x GN!Reader

What It Means To Love - Atin Skirata x F!Reader

Silent Night - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Almost As Pretty As You - Darman Skirata x F!Reader

A Change Of Pace - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader