#tup x reader

[vodika-vibes]

hiiii, so i was deep down the rabbit hole a couple days ago and i saw a post of yours talking about which of the clones would mesh well with an ace reader. the two i remember were tup and alpha-17. i was wondering if you could write something where reader is kinda hesitant to tell their new partner because the troopers are kinda intense but they’re super reassuring and it’s very fluffy.

Confession

Summary: You’ve recently started dating Tup, and you know you need to have a conversation with him. You’re just a little anxious about it.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1030

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wasn't sure if you wanted short little drabbles for both Alpha and Tup, or a longer fic with one or the other, so I decided to go with a longer fic with Tup. I hope you don't mind. Also, I hope this is soft and fluffy like you wanted!

“So this is where you live?” Tup asks as he peers around your apartment, taking in the family photos of you with your parents and siblings, the variety of random paintings that you’ve acquired over the years, and the old and unmatched furniture that gives your home a kind of eclectic vibe.

You like it, though you know that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

“Yeah,” You say with a nervous smile, “This is me. I’m the youngest in my family, so when I moved out my siblings and parents and grandparents dumped all of their old furniture on me-”

“I like it. It suits you.” Tup interrupts with a grin.

You narrow your eyes at him, “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“It was meant to be one, don’t worry.” Tup wanders over to the corner, where there’s a basket full of toddler toys, “You babysit a lot?”

“My older brother works a lot, and since his wife walked out on them-” You shrug and stoop to grab a stuffed tooka that didn’t make its way into the toybox after the last time you watched the twins, “I offered to help every so often. Mom had a doctors appointment last week, so I got the twins for a couple of hours.”

“It’s nice that you’re willing to help your family.” Tup replies easily.

You shrug awkwardly, “Well, he’s my brother. And the twins are pretty cool, you know, for toddlers.”

He laughs softly, and favors you with a smile that’s so warm and soft that you feel momentarily guilty for what you’re about to say to him. And then you’re annoyed at yourself for feeling guilty.

“You said that there’s something that you needed to tell me?” Tup prompts as he kneels down to pick up some more toys that had fallen out of the chest. “Do you need to reschedule our date for this weekend to watch the twins?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that.” You reassure, “I’m looking forward to our date this weekend. But there’s something you need to know about me before we do that. And I probably should have told you before hand but-” You trail off with a shrug, “I was worried that you’d run off.”

Tup stares at you, “Alright,” He says slowly, “You have my attention.”

You press your fingers together, and take a deep breath. “I’m asexual.” You blurt out, rather than spewing into the speech that you prepared and obsessed over for the last several days.

Tup blinks at you.

“Um, so, that means that I don’t really feel-”

“I know what it means, cyare.” Tup interrupts gently, absolutely no heat in his voice, and when you chance a glance at him, he’s still watching you with that soft and sweet expression on his face.

“Oh. Right. Of course.”

Tup stands and walks over to you, “Am I allowed to touch you, cyare?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He smiles and his hand comes up to press against your cheek, his calloused fingers rough against your skin, though there was something almost soothing about it too. “Thank you for telling me.” Tup says quietly.

“Yeah, well...it is an important thing for you to know.” You reply.

“It is.” He agrees, “We’ll have to sit down and talk about what hard limits you have at some point-”

“Wait! You’re not breaking up with me?” You blurt.

“...do you want me to?” Tup asks, bewildered.

“No! Of course not! I just...I...normally people-” You trail off, unable to finish your statement, “It’s either a hard breaking point or they think that I’m broken.” You finish lamely, and more than a little bitterly.

“Right...so. First off, I’m a full grown man and I’m more than capable of taking care of my needs on my own,” Tup says dryly, “Second of all, you’re not broken. That’s a disgusting way for anyone to talk about you. It’s not like you picked your sexuality.”

You laugh softly, “You’d be surprised at how often people think differently.”

“Well, I don’t. I’m not going to break up with you over something so easily navigated.” Tup says, “I’m not going to break up with you unless you want to break up. So, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“I’m glad for it.” You admit quietly.

Tup lightly tugs you into a hug, his arms tight and comforting around you. “I have an idea.”

“Hm?”

“Since I’m already here, how about we have a date night?”

You shift your head on his shoulder to look at him curiously, “Date night?”

“Mm, we can order in and watch a holo.” Tup offers temptingly.

“That does sound very enjoyable,” You murmur thoughtfully, “There’s a place near here that’s really good.”

“I’m filled with good ideas,” Tup brags with a small grin.

“Hm, is that right? Would your brothers agree if I asked them?” You tease.

“No, but that’s because they have horrible taste.” Tup replies.

“Do they?”

“Yep. Have you seen some of their tattoos?”

“Tup...you have a teardrop tattooed on your face.”

“And I look amazing, yes, I know.”

You press your face against his shoulder and dissolve into giggles, “I’m going to go get my datapad so we can order food, you absolutely ridiculous man.”

He grins at you and presses a light kiss to your forehead, “Feeling better, cyare?”

You grin right back at him, “I do. I don’t know why I was so nervous.”

“Because I’m intimidating.” Tup says solemnly, though there’s laughter written on his face.

“Oh, naturally.” You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “If you’re not careful, I’m going to fall in love with you, Tup.”

“Oh good, my evil plan is working.”

You dissolve into laughter again, “If you keep this up I’m not going to be able to order us dinner.” You warn.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Tup cups your face with both of his hands, “Can I kiss you?”

“I’d like that,”

His leans in and brushes his lips across your lips in a ghost of a kiss, and then he laughs into the kiss as you pull him down into a proper kiss. “Impatient.” He chides.

“Yes, I am.”

[merlincmgirl]

Your Boys To The Rescue

Summary: You've somehow managed to get trapped in the refresher and it's up to your boys in the Torrent Company to come get you out.

Author's Note: So this is my first clone fic, and the first fic I've written in ages! I was heavily inspired by the tiktok (link below). Please be kind, I hope that I was able to capture everyone right. Can be seen as pre-relationship or platonic reader x torrent company.

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

Word count: 2020

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe12t8Sr/

You were mortified. Absolutely mortified. Hearing the voices on the other side of the door, arguing between themselves was not making you feel any better. You desperately wanted to disappear but there was no chance of that, not while the kriffing refresher door was stuck.

It was just your luck you decided to shower in the refresher attached to your office. The work you had been doing was still piled high on your desk, and you thought a nice warm shower would be just the thing to relax you and prepare you for the unending amount of flimsi you had to go through. It had been going so well until you realised that you had left your clean uniform in your office and went to go get it, only a towel wrapped around you. A simple, honest mistake that was now costing you because the door was jammed. It refused to open, no matter how many times you had tried.

That had been when Captain Rex had knocked on your office door, wishing to talk to you about some report that you had sent over to him. Your desperation to get out of the refresher outweighed your pride as you banged loudly on the metal door, begging him to help you out and find a way to open the door. He had tried everything to open the door by himself, but after trying everything he could, he had to call in reinforcements.

Now, you were leaning against the counter, towel covering your modesty as Torrent Company tried to either break down the door (Hardcase had swiftly received a slap off someone for that suggestion); or slice the mechanics/electrics of the door to at least slide it open to get you out of there. That suggestion was greatly preferred.

“Mesh’la, how you doing in there?” Rex called through the door. He sounded quite close to it and you shuffled forward so that he could hear you better over the small curses of his men and the sound of tools.

“I’m fine Captain, just… bit cold in here” you admitted, rubbing up and down your arms to try and bring some warmth into them. It had been about half an hour since you got out of the shower, and the cool metal of the room was not helping you at all.

“We’ll warm you up as soon as you as we get you out of here” Hardcase assured, followed swiftly by a cry of pain.

“Hardcase!”

“What?! It was a joke! Lighten up a little Dogma!” Hardcase complained, not sounding a bit sorry about what he said. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker, used to the clone’s brand of humour.

“Knock it off you two. How are we in getting this door open?” Rex rebuked, bringing them back on task.

“It’s not looking good. Looks like it might be a manual override” you heard Jesse admit quietly. Groaning at your misfortune, you began to pace up and down, as much as you could anyway in the tiny refresher. “Don’t worry, cyare, we’ll get you out of there soon” Jesse promised, not wanting to upset you even more.

“Boys, perhaps we should get a service droid in to fix it?” you suggested, leaning your head against the metal door. It was soothing and brought you out of your head a little.

“We’ve got this, cyar’ika! They teach us slicing in ARC training” Fives bragged, making his brothers groan and tell him to shut up.

“If that was the case, Rex would have been able to get me out. This rate, I’m going to have to give my briefings through the door dressed in a towel!” you complained, unable to help the little pout that pulled at your lips. It was the least you deserved, especially as you had a morning briefing with the Admiral and Generals.

“At least you’d look hot, cyar’ika!” Fives flirted with you, making you smile.

“Not helping Fives!” you chuckled, going back to pacing again.

There was a large creak before lots of cursing and cries of pain. “What happened?” you demanded, rushing to the door and trying to pry it open with your bare hands.

“These di’kuts pulled the wrong circuits and got shocked for their troubles!” a grumbled voice came from further away in your office. You knew that voice, even if it was the same as his millions’ of brothers. Kix was here. Rex must have called him when he had went to get the others.

“Your bedside manner needs work vod!” Jesse complained, shaking his head and going back to the door along with Fives and Hardcase.

“Rex! You called Kix? But I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all!” you argued with the Captain. Now there was even more people to witness your shame and embarrassment.

“Just a precaution, Mesh’la. You can’t be too careful” Rex answered, and you could already imagine the smirk on his face at that. You didn’t like to be checked over by the medics, especially if there were clones who were also injured. You would rather put them in front of you.

“Hey, I think we’ve got it. Stand away from the door ma’am” Tup soft voice warned you. It warmed your inside at how caring these boys was to you.

“Thanks Tup, but there’s not much room in here if it falls in” you informed him, standing as far back as you can.

“Oh wait a minute! I think that’s it!” Fives muttered, voice rising in excitement. By the force you hoped that they had finally got it.

“There’s a piece right there!” Hardcase pointed out, tinkling with the tools in his hand.

“You see that piece right there?” Dogma asked, leaning over his brothers’ shoulders to poke at it. Kix pulled him back before he could get sparked.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it. Hold on” Jesse grunted, trying to move around Hardcase to be able to fix it in place.

“Just hold it right there, no. Not there, di’kut, where I’m pointing! Tup keep the torch still!” Fives grumbled, as his brothers were not helping him at all. You sighed, it had been like this for half an hour, all of them sniping and snapping at each other.

“No, you have to pull it up to the side” Hardcase argued instead.

“I am keeping it still!” Tup added.

“Someone just get General Skywalker! I’m sure he’d be able to fix it in no time!” you begged, desperate to get out of the kriffing refresher and into bed to catch a few hours of sleep before you had to go back to work.

“Men!” Rex’s sharp voice cut through their argument. “Don’t worry mesh’la, I promise they’re nearly done. Just a few more minutes” Rex soothed, hearing how frazzled you were becoming with the situation.

Sighing heavily, you waited for the door to open. You loved these idiots, but god did you feel like killing them right now. They could have their arguments later, but all you wanted was to get out. You didn’t want to be stuck in a refresher all your life. There was plans on the horizon for your future, not dying in the refresher because of the kriffing door!

There was a loud twang and your heart leapt into your throat as you hoped it was the mechanism for the door. But still nothing happened. It kept stubbornly in it’s jam.

“I wouldn’t drive it in though” Dogma frowned, shaking his head at his brothers’ rough work with the delicate pieces of machinery.

“Shut up Dogma!” Jesse huffed back.

“He almost had it then!” Hardcase assured his brother, as the wire in front of them shifted back to where it wasn’t meant to be.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Don’t push it!”

“AHH FIVES! I said DON’T push it!” Jesse cried, as he almost had it again but it slipped through his fingers as Fives moved his screwdriver slightly.

“Well I thought you meant push it!” Fives complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh, burying your head into your hands. The vode always made you laugh, even in the direst of situations.

There was some rattling and without any resistance, the doors pulled apart, revealing the group of men by the door. Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and Dogma was squashed around the panel housing the controls. Tup standing behind them, torch in hand. Rex and Kix was standing in the doorway, both of them looking you over.

“Ooh!” you squeaked out, clutching onto your towel tighter.

Rex, realising that him and his men was getting a good look at you in your towel, quickly snapped out of his heated gaze and turned to address the men. “Eyes front and centre soldiers!” he barked out, making them snap to attention and face forward.

“Er… Captain… I’m still front and centre” you mumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks as Fives winked at you.

“Oh… right… sorry Mesh’la. Avert your eyes!” Rex ordered, voice wavering slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn that the Captain’s cheeks were becoming a little redder.

“Hey, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Any shaking? Signs of hypothermia?” Kix asked, jumping straight into his medic role as he came over to scan you.

“How come he gets to look?” Hardcase complained, making you blush even more.

“Because I’m a medic, and a professional! You might want to look that up, vod!” Kix retorted, before turning back to you. “Anyway, are you experiencing any symptoms of dizziness, nausea?” Kix questioned, running an eye over you as you shivered slightly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy and tired… and hungry” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck abashedly.

“Hmm, we should get you sitting down and something to help warm you up” Kix nodded, turning to his commanding officer. Rex nodded, instructing Tup to go and get you something warm from the mess hall.

“Thank you guys, I don’t know what I would do without you” you bid the troopers behind Kix. Tup nodded swiftly and hurried out the room, the back of his neck colouring.

“Come sit down” Rex encouraged, hand coming over to your elbow to help guide you into your office and onto the couch that you had smuggled in with the men’s help last time that you were planet-side.

Rex and Kix helped you to sit down, Kix busying with making sure that you were okay and not hiding anything. “Honestly Kix, I’d tell you if I weren’t doing good. I’m just a bit cold, that’s all. I promise, nothing to worry about” you assured, not noticing the towel fall open on your thigh.

Rex coughed, making his men spin around, mumbling apologies and excuses not to look your way. “I think that’s enough gawking for one night. You’re dismissed” Rex stated, crossing his arms and standing in front of you, trying to block you from sight.

“Wait! Before you go, you’ll have to let me know how I can repay you for this” you called after them, resting your hand on Rex’s back to help push him gently to one side so you could see your rescuers.

“You can buy us a drink at 79’s if you really want” Jesse suggested, making you beam. That was an easy thing for you to do to repay them for their kindness and help.

“Done!” you agreed, before you remembered a conversation with General Kenobi last time you were on shore leave with the 212th. “Wait! I thought you got drinks free at 79s!” you frowned, as they were nearly out the door.

“Oh the beer we do. The cocktails… well that’s all on you now cyare” Fives teased, before pushing Dogma and Jesse out the door in front of him.

You gaped after their retreating forms. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“I hope you have a lot of money, ad’ika” Kix shook his head, finishing his checks on you and pulling the scanner down.

“Because they’re going to bleed you dry, Mesh’la” Rex chuckled wryly, amused at your surprised at being played by his men.

[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

[yandere-wishes]

I just found a love in your almost cult yandere clone tropes and their cyares with the Jedi blessings. I mean damn you (later than ever). I'm imagining Cody and Rex and the bad batch. Or just Cody sharing with 😉 .

You made sprout the cult follower in me.

Here at Yandere-Wishes HQ, we try to inspire the inner cult follower in all our fans. We want the dark, deranged side of all our clients to shin through and someday even start cults of their own. 💜💜

I'm very sorry for how all over the place this is, tried to section it off as best I could. I'm still incredibly jet lagged😭😭

I think the reason behind the Jedi giving their blessing so freely to the clones comes from an inner yearning to be loved. The Jedi know their place in the universe, know that a sentiment-free life is what they must endure. Still, if those around them can be happy, then (in a selfless way befitting a Jedi) they can be happy too. Although I'm rather curious as to what would happen if say Anakin or Obi-wan fell for the cyare of their commanders. 

Personally, I think Rex and Cody would definitely share a darling. Same with Echo and Fives (and maybe Tup too). Maybe if you REALLY  want to lean into the cult aesthetic Anon, then what if each squadron has its own cyare?? A darling shared amongst all of them (That's a lot but I'm kinda only referring to the relevant troopers from each squadron 🤣🤣) it would be super cute if all her dresses were in said squadron's colors. Kinda like a personal cheerleader for them. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself here lol. 

🧡💙Being Cody and Rex's darling.

💙They're both very busy men. Constantly being deployed to the front lines. Always busy with some mission or another. They've tried to make sure at least one of them is with you, so you're never alone. It doesn't work, there are always long periods of time when you are trapped in isolation. 

🧡I truly believe that Rex and Cody's cyare wouldn't really "feel" like a "cyare", per se. Sure she doesn't have any freedom and is never permitted to make any decisions on her own. But they treat her so well, give her anything she could ever want, and they never hurt her in any way. 

💙Rex and Cody are both strict, not much leniency coming from either one. They have strict rules for they're cyare, under the pretext of keeping her safe. They've seen and experienced all the cruelties of the galaxy. And they don't want ANYTHING to ever hurt you. 

🧡Cody is more affectionate. More open with embracing and kissing you. Rex is much more reserved, stiffer. Yet he can't help but melt whenever your lips push against his. 

501st sharing (Rex, Fives,Echo, Tup, Jesse, Hardcase and Kix)

It's honestly exhausting belonging to all of them. Constantly being pulled in every direction. Sure the 501st is one of the gentler squadrons per se. But they are smoldering, constantly wanting to touch you in some way. It also doesn't help that regardless of the mission one of them is left behind to "watch" you. Not so much out of a fear of you running away but more out of concern for your well-being. I wonder what would happen if Anakin began to develop feelings for this particular cyare.

As for the bad batch I've yet to watch it (Although I've only heard good things) So I can't make a full observation just yet. Although I'd like to think that Hunter and Wrecker are on the "tougher" side, using force to make their cyare submit. Tech falls more into the stalker category. Take all this with a grain of salt, these ideas will 100% change once I've actually seen the show. 

.... All this aside can you imagine Obi-Wan and Cody sharing a darling?? Or even Anakin and Rex sharing a darling?? I mean every cult needs its leader right 😉😘

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 22 - Intercrural Sex

Summary: Tup just really loves your thighs.

Pairing: Tup x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, intercrural sex, thigh kink, cumshot, biting

A/N: I gave myself a new kink with this one so...enjoy!

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You’ve forgotten about the holofilm playing on the screen. Not that you were really paying much attention to it anyway. Not with Tup’s hands on you like that. Since he walked in the door on his leave he’s been all over you, clinging to you, running his hands all over you. You don’t mind the attention, especially after so long apart. 

It started with trailing hands tracing the lines and curves of your body. Then the kisses had joined. Small kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw, then open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders. His hands have trailed down your sides to your legs, gripping your thighs. 

Tup loves your thighs. It’s his favorite asset of yours. The best part of you, he unashamedly declares on a regular basis. He’s constantly touching them, squeezing, kissing, biting. He’ll leave more marks on your thighs than your neck, which you won’t complain about. They’re easier to hide that way. 

You’d stopped paying attention to the film when he pushed you onto your back and slotted himself between your legs. His focus is not on the quickly dampening spot that has to be obvious on your underwear. Instead, his gaze is locked on your thighs. He grips them in his hands, squeezing your flesh and trailing his hands over your skin. They’re parted around him, legs draped over your shoulders as he presses his face into your thigh, nipping gently at the skin. 

Your lips part in a quiet gasp as he laves his tongue and teeth across your inner thighs, hands pressing them tightly around his head. For a moment you're worried he might suffocate himself as he squeezes them against his face, a deep groan rumbling through him. 

"Kriffing love your thighs, babe." He groans, sinking his teeth into your skin just enough to leave a mark. 

You let out a quiet sound as he soothes the bite with his tongue. You stare down at him, the dampness in your underwear increasing as he showers your thighs with attention, so close to where you need him, but he continues to ignore your pussy. You meet his gaze as he stares up at you with those big brown eyes. 

"You're so beautiful." He says, kissing your inner thigh. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Well, I think it was when you tripped in front of me at the bar." You say, wrapping your arms around his neck as he crawls up your body. 

"You could say I literally fell for you." He grins cheesily. 

You giggle, tugging him down to kiss him. He groans against your lips, settling his body against yours. He's hard, bulging through his pants and pressing against your thighs. He groans, grinding his hips against you. You slide your hands down his back to cup his ass, dragging his hips harder against you. He moans against your lips, hips jerking against your thighs. 

"Kriff," He groans, licking your lips. "Let me fuck your thighs baby."

You bite your lip before nodding, letting him go. He gets off the bed long enough to remove his pants, and you tug your underwear off before tossing them onto the floor. He grabs the lube from your nightstand before climbing back onto the bed. He squirts some on his hand before coating your thighs and your pussy with the lube. He squirts more on his hand, rubbing some on his cock before he grabs your legs, tossing them over his shoulder. 

The tip of his cock brushes your skin before he slips it between your thighs, the length of his cock dragging along your clit. He adjusts your grip around him before he begins to move, thrusting between your thighs. He groans, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You stare up at him, watching the pleasure morph on his face as he fucks your thighs. Your own lips part as his cock drags across your slit, your legs squeezing around him. 

His eyes roll back as you squeeze your thighs around him, a deep moan slipping from his lips. You lift your hips, grinding against his cock as he continues to thrust it through your thighs. 

"Kriff, feels so good." He groans, hands holding your thighs together. 

You moan, legs shaking as he continues to thrust between your thighs, working you closer and closer to your orgasm with every thrust.

"So close, baby." You moan, staring up at him. 

"Kriff, me too." He groans, holding your gaze. 

His hips slap against the back of your thighs, both of you moaning as he twitches between your legs. You cum with a cry, squeezing your legs around his cock. His head falls back as he groans, cock throbbing as he spills onto your stomach. 

"Kriff." He hisses, pulling his cock from between your shaking thighs. 

He lets your legs drop back to the bed, crawling back up so he's face to face with you again. He presses his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around you. 

"Love you, babe." He murmurs against your lips, already growing hard again. 

You can't help but smile into the kiss, slipping your hands down to squeeze his ass. "Love you too, baby."

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[nahoney22]

Hello my love 💚

I am back once again to send in another request for your 4000 followers celebration!

Congrats again 🥰

This time, I'm choosing my sweet little baby boy Tup 🥺 (x fem!reader)

This one is gonna be super fluffy. The fluffiest fluff to have ever fluffed. So much fluff that it makes you want to vomit out of pure sugary sweetness 💙

We're going with a Hallmark Christmas vibe. Deck the halls, baby! I'm talking about Christmas trees, glass ornaments, and colorful lights, kissing under the mistletoe, snow-covered streets, crackling fireplaces, hot cocoa, warm sweaters, sleigh rides, and lots of holiday cheer. No scrooges in this winter wonderland!

Here are a couple of prompts I found that went with the vibe: "Your hands are cold, let me warm them up," "I'll walk you home," "Take my coat, it's cold outside," and "Can I have this dance?"

As always, feel free to ignore my request! If it suits your fancy, then I can't wait to see what you come up with 🥰 (take your time, of course)

Please and thank you, with love 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

4000 Follower Prompt List Celebration

Tup X F!Reader

SFW

prompts:

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Your hands are cold, let me warm them up.”

warnings: None, lots of fluff. Kisses. Love at first sight, meet cute. Female reader.

authors note: grrrr I wish I saw this in December when it was Christmassy BUT instead of waiting for 12 months let’s do it now 😆 idk what hallmark Christmas is thought ngl tho - thanks for the request @the-bad-batch-baroness ☀️

In the midst of Coruscant's bustling streets, a wintry ambiance enveloped the evening, with the air dense and chilly. Despite the approach of nightfall, the atmosphere remained aglow with the infectious spirit of the recent festive season.

And among the gleaming lights and shimmering tinsel adorning the street lamps, you navigated through the dusting of snow at your boots, determined yet cautious to evade any slips. Embracing yourself against the cold, you embarked on your homeward journey.

Grateful after being granted an early departure by your employer, you however found yourself thwarted by the weather-induced delay of your usual means of transport. So, opting to keep going on foot, you soon find yourself groaning as you fumble through your bag in search of your scarf and gloves. However, you quick to realise you had abandoned your gear at your workplace—a trek you were not planning to go back on.

Focused on avoiding a slip, your gaze remained fixed on the ground as you navigated through the snow and street. However, your brisk pace came to an abrupt halt when you collided with an unexpected figure, sending you to the ground.

“Kriff, sorry ma’am. Are you alright?” The voice sounded familiar, belonging to a Clone Trooper who had then extended a hand down to you.

As your eyes followed up past his hand and up his arm, the discomfort of the fall seemed to have dissipated as you grew captivated by the gaze of a remarkably handsome man.

Concerned, he inquired about your well-being, “Ma’am? Are you alright?” To which prompted a flush of embarrassment as you found yourself on the ground, staring up at him gormlessly.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You assure him of your condition and swiftly accepted his offered hand. But as he hauls you up with ease, you think you’re grounded only to then encounter a second stumble.

Grasping onto the Clone for support, his protective arms encircled you, preventing another nasty fall as your feet slip from under you. "Easy there, I've got you," he chuckled warmly, his gaze softening as your eyes met.

You hadn't been one to believe in love at first sight, yet an undeniable connection sparked within you towards this man. Perhaps it was the enchanting ambiance of the twinkling lights and falling snow, or maybe it was the combination of his helpfulness after you both bumped into each other accidentally.

"Th-thanks," you stammered, a blend of the wintry air and nervousness affecting your speech. His gentle smile and reassuring gaze, however, calmed your racing thoughts.

Concerned for your well-being, he asked softly, releasing his hold on you but remaining ready to assist if needed. "Didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"No," you replied, shaking your head, "as long as my head is still firmly attached, I'm good."

His chuckle resonated warmly and you don’t know why, but you felt like you could read this man. To which, you had hoped he wanted to get to know you more. And he did.

"The name's Tup," he introduced, extending his hand once more. You gladly slipped your hand back into his, reciprocating with your name. "It's nice to meet you."

"And you, though it would've been better under different circumstances," he remarked subtly, gesturing toward your snow-dusted attire, prompting a sheepish smile from you.

Before you could respond, he swiftly and apologetically interrupted, asking, "Don't suppose you would like to go for a drink with me?" Your eyes widened in surprise, mirroring his apparent astonishment at his own impromptu invitation.

"Sorry, that was forward. We've only just met," he acknowledged.

"Yeah," you replied simply, accompanied by a toothy grin.

"Yeah?" His face lifted, his eyes lighting up in response.

"I could really do with a warm drink.”

As you both hurriedly sought refuge from the cold, the tempting aroma of rich hot chocolate filled the air. Smiling at the satisfying hum that escaped your throat, Tup guided you to a pop-up market stall, where he procured steaming mugs of the comforting beverage before finding a place to sit.

"I have to admit," you began, gently blowing the steam off your mug, "I certainly didn't expect something like this to happen anytime soon. It's basically a cliche."

He looked at you with confusion, cradling his mug in his hands. "I don't quite catch on?"

You chuckled softly. "Well, in most cheesy romantic holomovies I've seen, this is basically a 'meet cute.' We collided, you, fortunately, happen to be handsome and offer a helping hand, and instead of parting ways, you asked me for a drink." Your eyes sparkled mischievously. "Or I could be totally wrong."

"N-No, no," he replied quickly, a hint of warmth coloring his neck. "I suppose when you put it like that, it is a cliche. But... I'll take it you like that kind of thing?" He gestured to the two of you enjoying a drink, sitting up a little straight to exude confidence.

"I really do," you replied softly, savoring a sip of your drink. "Mmm, this is lovely. Thank you, Tup."

The way you said his name made Tup feel as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "You're welcome."

Engaged in a quiet yet pleasant conversation, you both delved into each other's lives and aspirations. Classic questions about favourite colours, the stories behind tattoos, and alternate career paths flowed naturally.

From your time with Tup, you gathered that he was kind and had a penchant for playful yet rather terrible flirting. You observed him attempting to find a relaxed posture—arms shifting on and off the table, legs crossing and uncrossing, fingers nervously tapping against the mug. Even his compliments emerged more as questions than statements. Regardless, you found joy in his company.

Feeling Tup's nervous energy, you decided to discreetly guide him into a more comfortable interaction. Despite the cold, you feigned a fake shiver, cupping your hands over your mouth and blowing on your fingers. "Is it me, or did it get colder?" you remarked inconspicuously. Tup wasted no time reaching across the table, gently taking your hands in his.

"Your hands are cold," he observed with a frown, expressing a wish for spare gloves, "let me warm them up." His charming smile resonated, making your heart skip a beat. He closed his hand over yours, gently rubbing them to provide warmth. You felt bashful that your subtle hint worked, relieved that he didn't seem to mind holding your hands.

Engaged in a wholesome conversation, both of you seemingly oblivious to the unspoken connection formed through the idle caress of each other's hands, the impending departure lingered as the unspoken Bantha in the room.

Hours passed without notice, Tup surpassing his designated time to be back at the barracks. When you mentioned it was time for you to head back due to an early start, he stood up, taking your hand in his. "I'll walk you home," he declared, a genuine warmth in his eyes that mirrored the connection you both shared throughout the evening.

As Tup walked you home through the now quiet and serene streets of Coruscant, a comfortable silence settled between you. The city's festive lights cast a gentle glow, creating a magical atmosphere that mirrored the odd but welcome enchantment you felt in each other's company.

As you reached your destination, the realisation that the night was coming to an end tugged at both of you. Tup hesitated before speaking, "I had a wonderful time tonight."

You smiled, expressing your agreement. "Me too. It was unexpected but definitely a highlight."

He chuckled softly. "Fate has a way of bringing people together in the most surprising moments."

Standing at your doorstep, you found yourself reluctant to say goodbye. Tup, sensing the unspoken sentiment, reached for your hand once more. "I hope we can do this again."

You nodded, feeling a spark of warmth between you. "I'd like that."

Tup leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in a tender goodbye. As you entered your home, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold, grateful for the unexpected magic of that cold, festive night on Coruscant.

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[deejadabbles]

Hold On Tight (Tup x Fem!Reader) Spice

Summary: Now that he's back on Coruscant, Tup plans to thoroughly enjoy you, all night if you'll let him.

A.N: Right after I posted this, I realized just how rude it was of me to promise Tup enjoying you, without actually showing it! Please take this full-length filth as my apology 😉 Reader is described as wearing a dress and heels, but no other descriptors are present.

Recommended songs for reading: Freak by Doja Cat and positions by Ariana Grande

This is 18+ Minors DNI!!!!

Warnings for: being complete filth (again), marking, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise kink (both receiving), oral (fem receiving), unprotected P in V, over-stimulation/multiple orgasms, cock-drunk behavior. Just, warnings for Tup being an absolute beast in general.

Your excitement was warming your chest far more than the few drinks you had at the bar, and who could blame you? Not even the friends you were out with minded how you left earlier than usual, not when you had received the message from Tup saying that the Resolute had docked early and that their shore leave was already under way.

Always the gentleman, he had insisted that you could stay out, that he didn't want to take you away from your friends, but you were just too excited to stay for longer than a few more dances. Tup probably got to your place awhile ago and you hoped you hadn't kept him waiting too long.

You knew where he was the moment the door slid open. The light in the refresher was on, casting a glow into the rest of the home, which was dimly lit. That made sense, he was always talking about how much he loved your shower, with actual water instead of the sonic crap they put up with on the war ships. He also loved the better quality of hair products and body wash you kept on hand for him.

The hum of the hairdryer stopped almost as soon as the door closed behind you and before you could get to the bathroom, Tup was stepping out in nothing but a towel, eyes searching for and spotting you in an instant.

"Cyare!" he greeted, that sweet smile spreading across his face.

His arms were already open as you ran to him, throwing yourself into his embrace with a joyful laugh. His strong arms held you tight, as you buried your face in his neck. You were instantly wrapped up in his scent, the smells of warm spices and woodlands, and a content hum left you.

He was home, with you, finally.

"I missed you," he whispered against your ear, just before his lips started peppering kisses over every inch of you he could reach.

"Missed you more," you mumbled into his hair, which was still a little damp.

Tup laughed at the familiar exchange, usually he'd say how that wasn't possible, but he was too busy laying those kisses on you.

"How was your night out?" he asked, and you felt his hand trail down your dress to squeeze your hip.

You let out a little hum, then finally pulled back enough to look at him. "It was nice, we hadn't gone out to dance in awhile, and it was an excuse to wear this." You wiggled your hips a little in his grasp, accentuating just how much it had ridden up your legs.

Now his joyous smile was slipping into a smirk, a knowing one.

"Yeah?" his eyes traveled down your body, enjoying every inch his gaze took in "and how many men hit on you tonight?" his tone was teasing, not at all accusatory. He was far too confident in your relationship for that.

With a smirk of your own, you started playing with the ends of his curls. "A few. Poor things didn't know they never had a chance with me. Most took the hint, but one was annoyingly persistent."

Tup's hand squeezed just a little harder at that, "And what did you say to him?"

With your other hand, you started trailing your fingers across the bare skin of his collar bone, letting your words come out slow, a whisper. "I told him that I don't like boys," your eyes locked with Tup's, just as you licked your lips, "I like men."

A hum that was almost a growl left him as he pulled you flush against his hips, and the towel around his waist hid nothing. He leaned in so his lips brushed the skin just below your ear, "Do you want this man to remind you why?"

"Yes," it came out as a breath, a breath that he caught when he pressed his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss that was on the verge of desperate.

The two of you were moving in sync, walking backwards to your bed, while never daring to part your needy lips. Maker, you missed the way he tasted, and from the little moans he was letting out, he could say the same of you.

Your senses were wrapped wholly around him, taking in his smell, his taste, now you needed to feel him. Hands trailed down his bare chest, adoring every muscle and scar they ran across. Every bit of it was so, him, so Tup, and you loved everything that was Tup. The moment your fingers hit the towel, they were working at the knot he make to secure it, practically ripping it off his body the second you could, which made him chuckle low in his chest.

It was only when your legs hit the bed, that he finally broke the kiss, urging you to sit with a gentle push on your shoulders. But as soon as you were seated, he knelt before you.

"Been thinking about this all day," he said, tone intimate as he reached down, took your foot and started slipping your heels off with care, "thought about what I wanted to do to you, how I want to take my time," he lifted your leg and pressed a kiss to your ankle, "how I want to savor every inch of you."

Then his the tips of his calloused fingers were brushing their way up the back of your calves, his eyes following their progress with a hunger that made you realize you were already getting wet. His palms lay flat against your skin when he reached your knees, and they kneaded your thighs lovingly until they met the hem of your dress.

Tup got back to his feet then, and made you gasp when he scooped his hands under your ass and lifted you, just enough to pull the dress up. You felt the muscles in his biceps flex as he did it, making you want to swoon in his arms right there.

"I hope you'll wear this for me soon, mesh'la," he said as he started pushing it up your body, letting his hands trail in its wake, "but right now, I need to see you. Need to feel your skin on mine."

The moment the garment was over your head and tossed aside, Tup was on you, lips against yours again as he pressed you back, following you as your body fell to the mattress.

His lips didn't stay there for long, though, and you could feel the subtle shift in his movements as he trailed his mouth down your throat to your collar bone. He was letting his need come out more now, his lips turning more desperate as he started suckling at your skin.

Oh. You knew what he was doing, knew he needed to bring back the little parts of him that faded too soon whenever he left on another campaign. You bit your lip when his teeth came out to play, sinking in just enough to make you moan.

Your hands were reaching above you, grasping for anything as he pressed every bit of his chest to yours, and moved to your shoulder to leave a second reminder of his touch behind.

Finally, your hands just gripped the sheets, right as another sound left you, and he slid up to your neck for a third imprint.

"T-Tup, not there, I-"

"I know, cyare," he breathed, "I wont leave any where your uniform wont cover," a gentle press of his lips to soothe the already sensitive skin, "I don't need to show off, don't need to prove to anyone that you're mine." Another flash of teeth that had you bucking your hips, "Just want you to think of me whenever you see this gorgeous body in the mirror."

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. An 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. Just like his marks, you knew what he wanted. 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.

He was sinking to his knees again, and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed as he went, effortlessly keeping his lips on your body.

A flash of white teeth met the waistband of your panties, pulled it back, and let it go with a small snap. 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, I love it when I can still feel them on my scalp afterwards."

Your panties were tossed away as carelessly as your dress- then those lips and tongue and teeth were diving into your wet cunt without any other warning.

The loudest moan yet wracked your throat. You were wound up too tight, too lost in the memories of what Tup's mouth could do to you not to cry out in ecstasy. A curse dragged out after the moan when he used his lips to open you up, leaving plenty of room for his tongue to lap between your folds like a treat.

Not forgetting what got him off, you started working your fingers in his hair. A firm tug from you when his lips suckled, a gentle rub when his tongue stroked, a scrape of your nails when he teased your clit.

Suddenly, Tup pulled back just a bit, causing you to whine as his hot breath puffed against your pussy. "Come on, cyare," he growled, "I told you to take what you want, I know you can do better than that."

It was all the direction you needed, with your finger tips digging into his scalp, you pulled him back against you, burying him deep and crying out at the way his nose pressed hard against your clit.

Tup let out a delighted moan at the action, not wasting a second before lapping at you with enthusiasm again. His hands gripped your thighs tight, and you noticed his fingers digging into your flesh in tandem with the way you pulled his hair. The harder, the better.

You were griping the strands in such a tight fist that they might as well have been handles for your pleasure. Emboldened by the way you were holding him hard against you, Tup's tongue shoved forward, dipping inside you like your favorite toy. He got what he wanted when you yanked even harder than before with a scream of bliss.

But it was your turn to praise now, those words he loved to give and receive so much. "Don't know how you're so good to me, Tup," the sentiment fell from your lips in a pant, just as he dove his tongue deeper, "so so good! Love how you eat me up, love how much you enjoy me."

Another moan sounded against your wet folds, making for an interesting mixture that caused a soft giggle to bubble in your chest. The only thing Tup didn't like about eating you whole was that he couldn't give the dirty talk back. And with you pulling his hair to keep him firm against your cunt, he couldn't even take a break to tell you how good you tasted.

Tup was breathing hard through his nose now, gasping against you between more moans. That inkling of worry crept in, worry of suffocating the poor man who never stopped until you came, who joked that making you climax was a mission worth dying for. He wasn't tapping out, though, and the blissful groans he let out said he was more than enjoying himself.

It still wasn't quite enough, though, so with your hands full of his curls, you pulled him up just a little, dragging his nose against your clit in a delicious sensation. He got what you were playing at, and you felt him grin as he started moving up and down in minute nods, rubbing his nose hard while his mouth worked harder.

"Yes! Yes, just like that- oh! Tup, you're so goooood to me!" Your nails were gripping in deep, as if they were anchors to hold your pleasure in place while you chased it and god did you love the sounds he was making: delighting in your delight!

Waves of pleasure rolled through your body with every press of his nose and swipe of his tongue. As much as you loved looking down at him, on his knees and buried between your legs, you couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut at the euphoria he was causing. Oh- oh! Just a little harder-

You pulled his hair rougher than ever and threw your head back with a scream, rutting against his face as if you were a needy virgin again!

He ate it up like candy, his whole body shuddering as he continued to mouth your pussy.

The aftershock of your orgasm was already sending you, and feeling him still going at it made tears spring to your eyes. With your chest heaving hard, you tried to make sense of the heavenly haze clouding your mind. Tup had taken such good care of you, your first thought was to take care of him in turn.

Your hands started massaging his scalp, tender and soft, a silent thank you, a listless reward. He let out another sound at the caring act, this one long, drawn out, and high pitched; content.

Or, so you thought.

You still hadn't recovered from the waves of coming the first time, but Tup was already on the move. He finally came up for air, rising from his knees and letting your hands fall from his hair to land limp beside your head. Your eyes fluttered open to look up at him with a smile. He returned it, all sweet, seemingly innocent, with his hair in his face as he gripped your thighs.

"I think you're ready, mesh'la," was the only warning you got before he pulled your legs towards him and buried himself inside you fast and deep.

Another throat-rending sound came out of you as he started a merciless pace immediately. He wasn't one to forgo intimacy, though, and ran his hands from your thighs all the way up your body as he leaned down. Stray curls tickled your face as he braced himself on his forearms, caging you, and taking your hands in his.

"That was your first climax, my sweet girl," he whispered, still grinning at you like a love-struck boy, "think I'm gonna try for at least three tonight."

You tried to pant out the number, astonished by his commitment, but the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of you made the word die in the air. Instead, you managed a whimper that might have been 'maker' or 'by the force' or some other ethereal power you only ever prayed to when Tup was taking you like an animal in heat.

"Wanna make you feel so good," he continued, lacing his fingers with yours tenderly, a startling contrast to bruising pace of his hips, "wanna remind you why you wait for me, why I'm the only man who can have you like this."

If there was any part of you that wasn't in the throws of an overstimulated high, you would have told him that this was only part of it. That there was so much more of him to love than his talented mouth and big cock. But right now, all you could pull together was a breathy "love you, Tup," which caused him to crashed his lips against yours again.

His face was still an absolute mess from eating you out, but you only moaned against the contact, his hips never letting up as they drove home hard.

The kiss didn't last long, and when he broke it, he started kissing downward. All the way down to those still sore hickeys at your throat. The way his teeth and lips played on the tender skin, combined with the aching between your legs was too much! You felt it slam into your body like his hips: hard and relentless and so fast it ran you over like a speederbike.

You gripped his hands tight, writhing under him as the orgasm caused the sheen of tears to roll out from the corners of your eyes. And he never stopped. Tup never let the pace of his hips slow, even as he cooed at the sight of you coming undone again.

"Oh, my sweet cyare," he kissed your temple, collecting the stray tears on his lips, "that's two. You're taking me so well, love the way you look like this, gonna make you feel amazing."

You were sure he was pounding your soul right out of your body, because you were only vaguely aware that he moved to the other side of your face, kissing those tears away with care before he leaned back a little. His fingers finally untangled from yours, only to reach down and grip your thighs again. He held them for a few more of those rough thrusts, but clearly had other plans as he lifted them both, moving your body just where he wanted it.

You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to keep in another sobbing moan at the feel of this new angle, his cock going devastatingly deep. Again you were struggling to make sense of anything that wasn't the sensation of him, but you thought you felt him scramble for something above your head.

Next thing you knew those strong arms were lifting your hips again, so he could slide something soft and plush under your back.

Oh, he had grabbed a pillow for you.

"There you go, sweetheart," he said with sugary devotion, "I need you to be comfortable while I make you forget everything that isn't my cock."

Those words alone made you sing for him again, especially with the love sick way he was looking down at you, like he had forgotten everything that wasn't you and your pleasure. The pillow helped, raising you up to better meet his thrusts blow for blow. Despite a part of you begging for the over stimulation to stop, a larger part of you couldn't help but buck into him with every thrust.

You willed your arms to move, to reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair again. He hummed in pleasure when you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss, then he gasped, delighted when you mumbled, "already the only thing I can think about." You sounded drunk, high even, but you didn't care, not when he was like this.

Maker, what had you done to deserve this attentive adonis of a man?

Tup groaned at the lazy way you were kneading his hair and scalp, "Cyare, my beautiful perfect girl, keep doing that- Oh! I'm about to come- come with me cyar'ika!"

He slid his hand between your bodies, keeping his eyes on you as his fingers found your clit. Tup placed his fingertips right above the sensitive spot and pressed, pushing so it met the plunge of his hips.

"Want you to scream," he sounded drunk now, eyes barely keeping from rolling to the back of his head, "want you to scream my name this time, can you do that for me?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice as he took you with shallow desperate thrusts. You could feel it again, the coil tightening, your body pathetically easy to handle in the throws of this much pleasure, and Tup was sure to get what he wanted. Two fingers rubbed right where you loved it, keeping his control there even as he lost it in his hips.

Your body seized up, stilling as it felt another climax creeping in-

"Tight! So tight!"

-and you made sure to dig your nails in again as he gave a stuttering cry above you. That was all he needed, and you felt him fill you, hot and wet, causing your own peak of bliss!

"Tup!"

It was more of a wail than a scream, but he didn't seem to mind as he filled you to the brim, keeping himself balls deep so you had to take it.

His eyes were closed, chest heaving, hair tumbling loose from your grip to fall in his face. The stray curls swayed in front of his lips with every heavy breath he let out, leaving him looking disheveled and delicious.

Then his eyes snapped open, meeting your gaze through the curtain of curls as his wicked grin spread back into place. "That was three, sweetheart," he panted, obviously pleased with himself.

Finally, Tup let himself collapse, scooting both of your bodies a little further up the bed before he fell to your side, curls fanning around him, eyes closed, and breathing still not quite under control.

His hands rubbed up and down your body, wanting to soothe you, needing to feel you. Every inch of you seemed to ache, but you reveled in the feeling, reveled in the phantom sensations of his hands and lips and cock all over your body.

Tentative lips pressed against your shoulder, "I wasn't too rough, was I?" his eyes were still closed, basking in his own bliss even as he tried to make sure you were okay.

"No," you breathed, hands groping for his and when you found them, you brought his fingers to your lips and kissed them, "No, never, Tup. I just- I just need a minute for my soul to come back to my body."

He laughed at that and snuggled closer to your side, "You really know how to compliment a guy, mesh'la."

"Oh, I haven't even gotten started with them, just you wait. When I can make a coherent though, 'm going to give you aallll the praises."

Both of you were quickly dissolving into delirious fits of giggles and laughter, even as Tup gave you another quick kiss, and grabbed your hands.

Maker where did he get all this energy? you thought as he rose up, urging you to follow him. Guess it comes with all those genetic modifications, lucky me.

He lifted you to your feet with that gentle smile of his, "Come on, cyar'ika, lets go take a shower together."

"But you've already taken a shower," you giggled as he pulled you.

There was that teasing look again, the one that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "I did, but I need another one after everything you did to me!"

"Everything I did to you?!" you swatted his shoulder with a laugh.

Just as you passed the door to the fresher, he pulled you closer to him, chuckling as he pressed a kiss to your ear, "I can still feel the mess you made of my face, cyare. So, yeah, what you did to me." Another wet smooch of a kiss, then he turned to the shower.

You hadn't been able to really take him in before, so you hummed at the sight of him naked and bending over to start the water. The dimples right above his ass came out to play, and almost distracted you from the glorious glutes themselves.

Kriff, you weren't really hoping he'd use your still sore body again, were you?

"There we go," Tup said as the water started, then reached back and guided you into the shower, "lets clean you up."

He stepped in after, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you as the warm water rained down. You let him hold you up, let him run his soothing hand up and down your body, let him clean you up with care.

You didn't even realize you were moaning until he was whispering in your ear again, holding you just a little tighter.

"Keep sounding like that, and I may just try for four, cyar'ika."

I'm just going to tag all the darlings who seemed to like the original post <;3 @blueink-bluesoul @dystopicjumpsuit @sinfulsalutations @corrieguards @spicy-clones @anxiouspineapple99 @littlemissmanga @sunshinesdaydream @commander-sunshine

[vodika-vibes]

Hello, love~ I'm back for request #3!

This time, it's for my beloved baby boy Tup, with a garnet, and during the summer. But can you make it on the playful side? Playfully affectionate?

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Under The Summer Sun

Summary: A hot day under the summer sun reminds you of just how much you love your Tu

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 586

Prompts: Garnet - Protective love, with added playful affection

Warnings: None (aside from a really bad joke, lol)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Baby Boy Tup gets a happily ever after because I say so. Nothing bad has ever happened to him. Ever. Tragically, Google doesn't like my bad joke and kept trying to fix it.

“You’re going to burn into a crisp, and then what will I do?” Tup asks, laughter in his voice as he drops on the towel next to you, dripping cool water from the lake onto your overheated skin.

“Find a new girlfriend?” You reply sleepily as you stretch out on the towel, and then turn your head to peer at the man sitting next to you, “Or, just put up with having a girlfried, instead.”

Tup chokes out a laugh, “You’ve been spending way too much time with Fives and Echo if you think that was funny.”

“Mm, you still laughed though.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grabs a towel and tosses it over his head, to dry his dripping hair, “Are you sure you don’t want to go swimming with me? It’s fun~”

“Tup,” You say with a laugh, “Bikini’s are not made for swimming. They’re made for looking amazing in.”

He hums thoughtfully, and you can feel his heavy gaze dragging down your body, “Well, it’s working.”

“You’d say that if I was wearing a trash bag.”

“You’d make the trash bag look amazing,” He agrees with a grin.

“You’re ridiculous,” You say with an answering grin as you sit up. You reach out and tuck some of the wet hair sticking to his cheek behind his ear, “Are you having fun?”

He catches your hand and presses a feather light kiss to your knuckles, “Yeah. I am. Thank you for bringing me on your vacation.”

“Mm, thank Rex for allowing it.”

“Oh, I already have to bring him a souvenir.” Tup says dryly, “It’s payment for allowing me to come.”

“Oh? I can see you’re right on that.”

“I’ll bring him some sand. It’ll be fine.”

A giggle falls from your lips, “Tup,”

“Anyway! You need more sunblock or you’re going to burn and you won’t want me touching you.” Tup announces with a dramatic pout, “And, naturally, I need to put it on you.”

“Is that right?”

“To make sure you don’t miss any spots,” he adds seriously, though there’s a grin playing on his lips.

“Oh, naturally.” You reach into your bag and press a bottle of sunblock into his hands, “I’m sure you’ll be very thorough.”

“Uh-huh. So thorough.” He squirts some of the lotion into his hands, and then rubs his hands together, before he scoots closer to you and brings his hands to your face, “Eyes closed, cyare. As much as I love your pretty eyes, I would hate to get sunblock in them.”

Obediently you close your eyes and melt into his touch as he gently starts rubbing the lotion on your face, “You’re so much better at this then my mom.”

He laughs softly, “That right?”

“Mm. It always hurt when mom was rubbing the lotion in.”

His fingers glide over the shell of your ears, “Well, the last thing I want to do is hurt you while trying to protect you from the sun.” Tup pulls his hands away from your face, and you open your eyes to look at him. 

“You would never.” You murmur at him.

His hand comes back up to cup your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk.” You tease, and you’re rewarded with his cheeks darkening slightly, “But thank you. When I’m with you I feel beautiful.”

“Good.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, “I love you, so much.”

You sigh and kiss him properly, sliding into his arms, to better hold him, “I love you too.”

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Do It Again

I heard we're simping for Tup now, so I'm joining @blueink-bluesoul and @deejadabbles to quench the Tup girlies' thirst. Thanks, @corrieguards for breaking all of our brains with this post!

And THANK YOU to @blueink-bluesoul for generously sharing this outstanding 79's playlist. It was fantastic to write to, and now I'm sad that I can't go to 79's and pick up a trooper of my own.

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT; oral sex; hair-pulling; glove kink (because why not); untouched orgasm; light femdom vibes; DJ writing vanilla characters challenge (impossible)

Masterlist

79’s is packed. There isn’t a single available booth, table, or barstool in the club, and the dancefloor throngs with gyrating bodies: a mix of civilians and troopers in street clothes, dress uniforms, and armor painted every imaginable color. The energy is electric, and the buzz of it prickles across your skin. The music is deafening, the heavy throb of the bass vibrating in your chest as you wait for one of the bartenders to take your order. They are run off their feet tonight, and you feel a pang of sympathy for them. Hopefully, they’ll rake in enough tips to make the extra work worthwhile.

While you wait, you scope out the club, tallying up the possibilities. You fidget with your rings and sway to the music. The strobing neon light is dim and disorienting, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the haze of smoke. So many troopers tonight, goddamn. 

Your gaze roves across the dancefloor, and a shiny tries to catch your eye. Too eager, no thanks. A loud chorus of cheers erupts from one of the corner booths, drawing your attention. Hello, soldier!

The group slams back a round of shots and taps their empty glasses on the table twice. Four clones and a nat-born woman are crowded into the booth and looking very cozy. You zero in on one of the clones. He’s gorgeous, obviously; they all are. But he stands out with his long, curly hair that he wears loose around his shoulders. The group bursts into a peal of raucous laughter, and the woman in the booth loops her arms around the long-haired trooper’s head and squeezes him into a tight hug while one of the clones across the booth snaps a holo of them. Damn, looks like he’s already taken.

Just then, one of the bartenders taps your shoulder to get your attention, and you turn back toward the bar to place your order. 

“Pabu colada!” you shout over the roar of the music.

The bartender nods and holds up a hand, mouthing “Five minutes.”

---

Across the club, Jesse, Kix, Fives, Tup, and Cerra throw back their second round of shots—or is it the third? They’re starting to blur together. Kix has his holocam out and is trying to get the perfect angle for a group selfie. Cerra leans her head against Fives’s shoulder with a small smile that makes Tup just the tiniest bit jealous. Not that he’s interested in Cerra. That would be kriffing weird. But seeing the way she and Fives have this whole unspoken communication thing makes Tup wish he had that kind of connection with someone.

He looks away, and just then, he catches sight of you leaning against the bar, eyeing the dancefloor like a queen surveying her domain. Holy shit, she’s gorgeous, he thinks. He looks away quickly, not wanting you to catch him staring.

“Tup, when are you going to get a haircut?” Jesse asks.

Tup snorts. “You’re no-one to talk, brother. You think that cog tat is regulation?”

“Face tattoos are almost as much of a GAR tradition as standing duty hungover,” Kix laughs.

“I feel kind of left out,” Cerra adds. “I’m the only person at this table without one.”

“Nobody’s going to mistake you for a clone,” Fives chuckles.

“Damn, what gave it away?” Cerra asks.

Tup sneaks another glance across the club at you. Kriff, she’s looking right at me! He whips his head back to the table quickly. Cerra notices and gives him a devious smirk that means she’s planning something, and it’s either going to be incredibly awesome or slightly mortifying.

“See, when Tup moves his head like that, his hair goes all over,” Jesse says. He’s getting loud, and Tup can tell that the Dodbri whiskey is starting to work. “One of these nights, I’m going to sneak into your bunk and shave it off.”

Fives flips Jesse the bird, and Cerra wraps her arms protectively around Tup’s head.

“Never!” she exclaims. “I’ll protect you, Tup!”

The table explodes into a mix of laughter, threats, and banter, and Kix snaps a quick holo, smiling as he reviews it.

“Hey, this one is pretty good,” he says. “Want me to send it to you?”

“Fuck yeah, bro!” Cerra says. “I don’t plan on remembering tonight, so it’ll be good to have proof that it actually happened.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Jesse says. “Except we’re out.”

“Next round’s on me, boys,” Cerra says. “Tup, scoot.”

Tup stands up, and Cerra shimmies out of the booth, then makes her way across the club.

---

It has definitely been more than five minutes, and your feet are starting to get sore. Maybe these shoes weren’t the best idea. But then again, when you picked them out, you didn’t know that half of the damned GAR was on shore leave and there wouldn’t be a free seat within a three-block radius of the club. You are just starting to wonder if you should call it a night when a woman’s voice speaks close to your ear. 

“That’s a great dress!”

“Thanks,” you say automatically as you turn to see the woman from the corner booth. 

Up close, she’s pretty in a slightly intimidating, maybe-could-break-you-in-half-and-make-you-beg-her-to-do-it-again kind of way. She has kind eyes, though, and her smile is just this side of cocky. You feel a spark of interest as she squeezes in next to you and flags down the bartender.

“Hey, Cerra,” the Twi’lek bartender shouts. “Another of the same?”

“Spotchka this time,” the woman—Cerra—shouts back.

“Six again?”

“Just five this time,” Cerra says. She turns to you. “Unless you want to join us? We have an empty seat in our booth. No pressure, obviously.”

Maybe you could salvage this night after all. The bartender is waiting, so you make a decision in a hurry. After all, there are three other gorgeous troopers in that booth, and if you play your cards strategically, you might end up in the middle of a sandwich made of Cerra and her long-haired trooper. 

“Sure!” you say.

“Make that a flagon of spotchka and six glasses,” Cerra calls to the bartender. “Thanks, La’sara!”

The Twi’lek nods and slides the bottle and glasses across the bar. Huh. I guess it pays to be a regular, you think.

Cerra grabs the drinks and leads you around the perimeter of the dancefloor, deftly avoiding the overly enthusiastic flailings of a few troopers who probably should have been cut off a couple drinks ago.

When you reach the booth, the four clones look up, and the long-haired one’s eyes widen with surprise when he sees you standing next to Cerra. She sets the drinks on the table, pushing aside the empty shot glasses to make room. A single glass is still full, so somebody must have skipped a round.

“Kix, Jesse, Fives, Tup,” Cerra says, gesturing to each of the clones in turn. “And this is my new best friend, uhhh—”

She looks at you expectantly, and you introduce yourself to a chorus of hellos from the clones. Tup stands, and Cerra slides into the booth, cozying up to the clone with a 5 tattoo on his forehead. Tup turns to you.

“Would you be more comfortable next to Cerra, or on the outside of the booth?” he asks.

Thoughtful and gorgeous. Boy can get it. You opt to sit between Cerra and Tup. It’s a tight squeeze with six of you in the U-shaped booth, but you don’t mind. Tup’s leg presses up against yours as he settles in next to you, warm and solid, and you lean a little closer to him as Cerra pours the spotchka into the chilled glasses and slides them around the table.

“What are we drinking to?” you ask.

“To brothers,” Cerra says.

“To brothers!” the clones chorus, and a few tables nearby cheer along with them.

“And sisters,” Tup adds, nodding at Cerra. “And new friends.”

Okay, so maybe he’s available after all. His eyes meet yours as you all clink your glasses together and drink. He has the nicest eyes, you decide. Soft and fringed with thick black eyelashes and golden brown and a little shy. Up close, you notice a small teardrop tattoo on his cheek, and you brush your fingers over it.

“What’s this for?” you ask.

He leans in to say something, but before he can speak, the clone with the giant Republic cog tattoo cuts in.

“He’s shedding a tear for all the broken hearts he’s left across the galaxy,” he says with a loud laugh.

“Jesse, don’t be a dick,” Cerra says, and from the way Jesse flinches, you can tell that she kicked him under the table.

“Yeah, Jesse, don’t be a dick,” Kix says. “We all know it’s really to show that he’s still wet behind the ears. Practically a tubie, this one.”

Tup just shakes his head with a smile, and you can tell that he’s used to being the target of his brothers’ jokes. The club is getting louder—or maybe it’s just your table—and you all have to shout to be heard. The level of booze in your glass drops steadily, and at some point, the bartender arrives with another bottle of spotchka and the cocktail you ordered ages ago. The hazy neon light takes on a pleasant glow as you finish your second drink, and you don’t notice the noise so much. 

Tup has captured one of your hands in a gentle grip and is circling his thumb lightly over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. His gloves are rough, but his touch is soft. Each caress sends flickers of pleasure scintillating up your arm, and you can’t help wondering what else he’d be good at with those clever fingers.

The clones banter and tease each other ruthlessly, and your cheeks hurt from laughing at their antics. You howl with laughter at one of Fives’s jokes, when suddenly everyone at the booth snaps to attention in their seats. Confused, you look around to see what’s going on. A clone in full armor stands next to the table, arms crossed, and a stern expression on his face. 

“Out. Now.” His voice is hard, and his eyes are cold.

“Sir, yes, sir!” your companions say in unison.

They slide out of the booth and hurry to the club’s exit. Tup catches you by the hand and pulls you along with him. The group bursts through the doors and stumbles out onto the platform outside.

“Booooo, Commander Buzzkill,” Cerra says.

“Kriff, don’t say that so loud,” Jesse says, alarmed.

“I’m just saying, none of the other marshal commanders are as karking uptight as Bacara,” Cerra replies.

“Maybe we were getting a little loud,” Tup says.

“Et tu, Tup’ika?” Cerra asks in a wounded tone.

“We’re going to keep the party going,” Kix says. “You in?”

“Nah, not me,” Cerra replies. “I’ve got to be on the Ro-ti-Mundi early tomorrow morning. We’re shipping out at 0800.”

“Damn,” Jesse says. “Try not to die out there.”

A shadow flits across Fives’s face, and he moves a little closer to Cerra. Kix punches Jesse in the shoulder, but Cerra just laughs.

“Copy that,” she says. “Kix, keep my boys alive.”

“I’ll do my best,” Kix promises. “Say hi to Odd Ball for us.”

“I will,” Cerra replies, clasping his forearm with one hand and pounding him on the back with her other fist. She repeats the action with Jesse, then pulls Tup into a tight hug and whispers something in his ear.

The war is very far away from Coruscant, and for you, like for most people in the Core Worlds, the only real part of it you see most of the time is the clone troopers in their anonymous, dehumanizing armor. As you watch the group say goodbye to their friend, each of them knowing full well that it might be the last time they do so, the war suddenly feels very close and very, very personal. Cerra seems unaffected, though, as she turns to you.

“It was nice meeting you,” she tells you with a brilliant smile. “Take good care of my brother.”

And then, she and Fives are gone, leaving you with just Tup, Kix, and Jesse.

“Let’s go find another bar,” Kix says.

“Actually, I could eat,” you say. “Do you mind if we stop by a diner first?”

“No food! Alcohol!” Jesse exclaims with a lilt in his voice that says he definitely doesn’t need more alcohol.

“You boys have fun,” Tup says, taking your hand again. “We’re going to get a bite.”

The two of you begin walking. It’s late, but there are several diners nearby that are open all night. You bypass the first one, which prominently displays a window sign that says, “NO CLONES.” The night air feels cool and pleasant after the heat and stuffiness of the club, and it’s nice to finally be able to talk to Tup without having to shout.

“So Fives and Cerra are going back to the front tomorrow?” you ask, as a conversation starter.

“Just Cerra,” Tup says. “Fives is an ARC trooper, so he goes wherever he’s needed, but right now, he’s with the 501st.”

“Is that your unit?” you ask.

He nods. “We’re on leave for the next five days, unless something big happens and we get called up.”

“That must be hard,” you say. “Always having that uncertainty hanging over you.”

He shrugs. “We’re soldiers. It’s what we were made for. We don’t know anything different.”

That doesn’t make it right, you think, but you leave it unspoken, not wanting to veer into a philosophical debate when you could be doing something far more fun. A thought suddenly occurs to you.

“That shot that you all left on the table, what was that for?”

“That was for Hardcase,” he says. “We always drink to him on the first round.”

“He must be a good friend.”

“Yeah,” Tup says softly. “He was.”

Oh, kriff. The realization hits you with blinding clarity.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“Not your fault,” Tup replies easily. “How about this place? Their sign says clones are welcome.”

“Hey, Tup?” you ask softly. “Want to get out of here?”

---

Tup crashes against you as the two of you stumble through the door of your flat. You fumble for the control panel and blindly mash the buttons until the door finally closes. Tup’s strong hands slide possessively across your body, holding you close to him as he kisses you with a passion and skill that you weren’t expecting from someone with his quiet demeanor. 

His lips are soft, his breath is hot. He kisses you with tongue and teeth and an exquisite roughness that leaves you breathless and weak. He breaks away from your mouth and works his way across your jaw and down your neck, and when he reaches the pulse point where your throat meets your collarbone, you cry out and arch against him.

“Oh, fuck, Tup,” you gasp.

You feel him smile against your skin, and then he doubles down, kissing and licking and biting and sucking until your legs tremble. It feels like he is eating you alive, and you lose yourself in the sensation. His arms clamp around you, his hands splay wide against your shoulders, and it’s a damned good thing, because you don’t think you could stand on your own right now.

He presses you against the wall and slips down the straps of your dress to get better access to your shoulders, and he works his mouth across your soft skin. As he kisses his way lower, he tugs your dress down, and your breasts spill out into the cool air. He cups your breast and squeezes it gently, then breaks away from you with a frustrated growl.

“What?” you ask in a breathy voice that verges on a whine.

Tup doesn’t reply, just bites down on the middle finger of his glove and yanks it off his hand, and it’s the sexiest kriffing thing you’ve ever seen. He opens his mouth and drops the glove to the floor, and then that mouth is on you, and his bare hand is stroking and exploring and touching, and he lets out a groan of pleasure so intense that it almost sounds pained as his lips close over your nipple. 

You hold his head against your chest, tangling your fingers in his long, soft curls. You hear a telltale zip, and your dress loosens and slides to the floor. Tup drops to his knees in front of you, and the abrupt motion tugs your hand down—one of your rings has caught in his hair and yanked it, hard.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” you exclaim. “Let me get that out.”

“No, wait,” he says, and his voice is a deep rumble. His eyes are dark and hungry as he gazes up at you. “I liked it.”

You swallow, your breath coming quickly and your pulse racing in your throat. You wrap your fingers carefully around a large fistfull of his hair and give it an experimental tug. Instantly, he tips his head backward, his eyes drift closed, his mouth drops open, and bliss floods his features. 

“Oh, shit,” you whisper. “You did like it, didn’t you?”

He opens his eyes and stares wordlessly into yours. His gaze lowers slowly, so incredibly slowly, down your body, drinking in every centimeter of you, until it reaches the lacy, barely-there scrap of fabric that is your pitiful excuse for underwear. He licks his lips, and you see his throat contract as he swallows. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he hooks his fingers under the elastic and eases them down your thighs. They don’t make it past your knees before he dives forward to slide his tongue into your sweetness.

“Tup!” you gasp, clinging to his hair to support yourself and inadvertently pulling it much harder than you had before.

He grunts, a ragged and primal sound that vibrates against your clitoris and pulls an answering moan from your throat.

“Again,” he begs, nearly choking on the word.

So you give him what he wants, digging both of your hands into his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp, and pulling his hair hard enough to control the movement of his head. He kneels before you like a supplicant before his goddess, and when he opens his eyes to gaze up at you as he feasts on your cunt, you see a tear roll from the corner of his eye.

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask. “Am I being too rough?”

He shakes his head as much as he is able within your grasp. “No, please keep going.”

His hands grasp your ass to angle you closer to his mouth, and you can feel that he still has one glove on. The fabric feels slightly abrasive as he brushes his thumb over your entrance, and holy shit, you don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, drawing out the words in a desperate groan.

Tup notices the way you writhe against him, and he slides his gloved thumb into you, working you open carefully, slowly, and you feel the fabric begin to glide smoothly against your skin as it becomes saturated with your arousal. All of the muscles in your body begin to tense, and the world narrows around you, until all you see is Tup, and all you feel is his mouth and his hands and his soft, soft hair. He has large hands and thick fingers, and with the additional bulk of his glove, he stretches you gloriously, even as his tongue and lips swirl and suck, and the tension winds tighter, concentrating low in your abdomen— oh shit, fuck yes, right there—

“Don’t stop!” you command, and he sucks hard, and gods fucking yes Tup right there that’s it that’s it FUCK!

You lurch and grind against him, and your legs buckle as you shatter with a ragged scream. Beneath you, Tup lets out a broken, choked whimper as your hands clutch into his hair and pull his head against you, seizing your pleasure.

As your consciousness returns to your body and the haze of lust clears from your eyes, you carefully disentangle your fingers from his hair and brush it tenderly out of his face. He stares up at you with dazed eyes, and when he leans back, you see a dark stain on the front of his uniform trousers.

“Oh, Tup, my sweet boy,” you say as you kneel and pull him into your arms.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t normally—You’re just really—”

“Shh,” you soothe him. “There is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

He drops his head onto your shoulder and nuzzles against your neck. You stroke your hands across his broad shoulders comfortingly.

“Do you want to stay over?” you offer. “My laundry droid can wash your uniform.”

“Really?” he asks. 

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Nobody has ever asked me to stay the night before,” he confesses, and your heart breaks, just a little.

“How long did you say you were going to be on leave?” you ask.

“Five days,” he replies.

“Got any plans?”

He shakes his head and turns to look at you with hope in his soft eyes.

“Good,” you say decisively. “Then we’ll have plenty of time to do that again.”

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Notes:

Cerra is an OC who will be in my next longfic. I wanted to give her a happy memory to make her torment in the next fic all the more poignant, because angst is so much more delicious when you remember the fluff.

The Pabu Colada is a real drink, and you can find the recipe here!

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Dancing Your Way Through The 501st

501st x Jedi!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re not sure who you want to go home with tonight, so you challenge your favorite 501st boys to woo you on the dancefloor.

Pairing: 501st x Jedl!Fem!Reader

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

Tags & Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, implied sexual content, alcohol, flirting, teasing, kissing, biting, dirty dancing

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: Just for fun and because I was feeling frisky. You get to choose who the reader goes home with 😉 This is probably the spiciest thing you’ll ever see from me. As always, please enjoy 💚

Beta Read: Once again, by the lovely @commander-sunshine to check if I actually had any spice in this thing or if it was just flour. Thanks babe.

@clonexreaderbingo Square: "What are you doing here?"

Song used in fic:

It’s Friday night and you're back home on Coruscant for the first time in several rotations. You bustle about in your apartment as you get ready for a fun night out. You slip on your favorite dress, the knee-length navy-blue one that has the silver sequins cascading down the side, and pop on matching heels. The dress is form fitting, but loose enough that you can still move well. You do a quick check of your make-up and hair in the mirror, make some fine-tune adjustments, and give yourself a little spritz of your favorite perfume, a mix of velvety rose and strawberry. 

Being a general in the war is a very taxing lifestyle, but so is being a soldier. Every time you and the men are on leave, you pop into 79s, pick up one of the 501st boys, and show them a good time back at your place. It never turns into anything serious, but it’s a fun way to blow off some steam and enjoy life away from the battlefield. You find the flippant exchange to be mutually beneficial and exhilarating. The men enjoy it as much as you do, so you don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. 

As you stroll towards the entrance of 79s, you wonder who is going to be there tonight and who you’re ultimately going to bring home. The uncertainty and anticipation both excites you and makes you a little nervous, but the unpredictability is thrilling and you giggle to yourself as you open the door to the bar. The music is loud, the clones are louder, and the drinks look endless. You scan the bar and notice your favorite captain sitting by himself. You walk  over to him, your heels clacking on the hard floor, and glide your hand across his back to announce your presence. 

“What are you doing here?” Rex asks as you take a seat on the bar stool next to his. “I thought you’d want to take the night off.”

You order a Coruscant Cooler from the bartender and flash Rex a flirty smirk. “I’m always in the mood for a good time.”

Rex chuckles and takes a sip of his Fofo. “So, who’re you taking home with you tonight?” 

You purse your lips in thought, and swirl your drink in your hand. “Not sure yet.” You swing around on the barstool and look out into the crowded bar. The choices tonight are tough. The 501st always has the best men to choose from, and with so many of them here tonight, you’re having a hard time picking the one you’ll be taking home. 

“Need some help deciding?” Rex asks, his voice a deep rumble while sliding you another drink. 

You giggle at Rex’s subtle advance. “Why captain, is that an invitation?”

“Maybe,” Rex gives you a small smirk. 

You chuckle and grab your drink before getting off your bar stool. “That would be unfair to the rest of the boys.” You sway over to the DJ and give him a small request before returning to Rex. 

Rex raises an eyebrow as you down the rest of your drink and order another. “We’re going to play a little game,” you explain as you hear the beat drop for the song you gave the DJ. You step closer to Rex and slowly turn him around to face out into the crowd. You trail your fingers up the side of his arm and give him an alluring smile. “You and your men have one song to try and convince me to go home with you tonight.”

J-Lo, ya tú sabes, no hay más na'

It's a new generation

Mr. Worldwide

Of party people

Get on the floor, dale, get on the floor

Red one

Let me introduce you to my party people in the club, huh

“Well, then,” Rex stammers and blushes at your advances. He turns back to the bar, downs the rest of his drink, and then turns back to you. “We should get started.” Rex slides off his bar stool and stretches out his hand as an invitation. You smirk and take his hand as he leads you to the dance floor.

I'm loose

And everybody knows I get off the chain

Baby it's the truth, it's the truth

I'm like Inception

I play with your brain

So don't sleep or snooze

Rex may be a man of few words and he can come across as awkward, but he becomes a different man when the beat drops. His movements are gentle, but bold, taking his time to make sure you are having a good time. He’s not too grabby, but his hovering hands drape so softly over your waist and hips. The feather-like softness makes you shiver and long for a deeper, more intense touch. You swing your body forward to try and close the distance, but he never lets you get too close. His incessant teasing makes you want him even more.

I don't play no games so don't, don't, don't

Don't get it confused no

'Cause you will lose yeah

Now, no pu-pu-pu-pu-pump it up

And back it up like a Tonka truck

Dale

Rex knows he’s being a tease, but it’s all part of his plan to get you to go home with him tonight. He can’t give you everything you want or else why would you go home with him? He stares into your sparkling eyes, forcing you to blush, and look away in embarrassment. You just might be falling for him, but the night is still young and you have plenty of more men waiting to woo you before you make your final decision. Although, those eyes of his are hard to ignore and you find yourself leaning further and further into his teasing, hoping he’ll give you something more.

If you go hard you gotta get on the floor

If you're a party freak then step on the floor

If you're an animal then tear up the floor

Break a sweat on the floor

Yeah we work on the floor

As you enjoy your dance with Rex, you feel a rough hand tug at your arm and pull you back against a well-defined chest. It’s Jesse. The force and boldness as he steals you away from Rex makes your heart flutter into your throat. He growls at the captain from behind you to let him know it’s his turn and to back off. The vibration of his deep voice alone is enough to make you bring him home with you right now. He smirks at your flushed face and gives your ear a little nip to tease you with. His breath makes your hair stand on end and your insides hot and bothered. 

Don't stop, keep it movin'

Put your drinks up

Pick your body up and drop it on the floor

Let the rhythm change your world on the floor

You know we're running shit tonight on the floor

Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza

Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa

Jesse is an aggressive dancer, but not in a ragefully or disrespectful way. He knows what he wants and he’s going to show you what he wants. His assertiveness makes your heart pound as he places his hands firmly on your hips as he grinds on you. The heat and friction between the two of you is unparalleled and leaves you wanting something more. You enjoy his roughness, but just as you start getting riled up, he hands you off to someone else. Your disappointment is audible as you separate, but he gives your butt a light smack to remember him by.

Dance the night away

Live your life and stay young on the floor

Dance the night away

Grab somebody, drink a little more

Without seeing who your new dance partner is, you feel two large hands covering your eyes and a hot body swaying in time with yours from behind, softly brushing your backside in a teasing manner. The intrigue delights you and your breath quickens in anticipation of who it is. But deep down, you know there’s only one man who will do something so playful, yet so gentle. These hands must belong to Echo. He removes his hands from your eyes and  turns you around to face him, revealing that your hunch is correct. He gives you a smile that leaves you breathless.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Although Echo is a walking rule book in the field, that changes when you get him on the dance floor. There are no rules on the dance floor. There are no rules when you are in his arms. There are no rules when he wants something. He is nothing but respectful and enjoys giving you the reins to do what you want. He’s game for anything and follows your lead, adding in his own spicy ideas here and there that make your head spin. And the way he stays in tune with your body is divine. As if he’s reading your mind and knows which way you’re going to move next. 

I know you got it

Clap your hands on the floor

And keep on rockin'

Rock it up on the floor

Your dance with Echo has you entranced so deeply, you could stay like that with him all night and never leave. Alas, and to your displeasure, he ends your dance, leaving you with a small kiss on the temple. He gives you a little push towards your next dance partner and winks at you. You blush and stumble slightly towards the next man, Tup. To be honest, he looks a little scared. It’s very possible that Tup has never danced with a woman before. You feel for the young clone and decide to give him the time of his life and give him a dance he soon won’t forget.

If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor

Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor

Don't stop, keep it movin'

Put your drinks up

You grab Tup’s hand and pull him further onto the dancefloor. He’s unsure of where to put his hands, so you guide them to rest on your hips. The look on his face as he touches you makes you smile. He could melt in ecstasy standing just like this. You give him a playful nibble on his neck to entice him and you feel the heat begin to radiate from his body. He thinks he’s losing his mind as stars fill his vision. He’s still unsure of himself, but he knows he wants to take you home tonight. Something about the way you feel, so soft and warm, it makes him shudder.

It's getting ill

It's getting sick on the floor

We never quit, we never rest on the floor

If I ain't wrong we'd probably die on the floor

Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza

Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa

You continue to show Tup all of the best moves to seduce a woman and he’s learning quickly. You finally get into a good rhythm, when you’re ripped away from Tup’s arms and pulled back into another set of arms. The disappointment on Tup’s face makes you sad, but you know it’s time for a new partner. The gruff hands that tore you away from Tup belong to none other than Kix. He twirls you around and gives you a sultry smirk. The fire and passion in his eyes make your insides quake and quiver expectantly. You already know this dance is going to be hot.

Dance the night away

Live your life and stay young on the floor

Dance the night away

Grab somebody, drink a little more

The way you describe Kix’s style is somewhere between Rex and Jesse. It’s both aggressive, yet sensual, almost worshiping your body as you move under his touch. His hands glide up and down your body, caressing every curve and nuance along the way. He enjoys feeling you tremble under his expert fingers and knows exactly where to touch you and how much pressure to apply. For extra measure, he gives your neck a possessive bite and squeezes your butt to make you squeal. He smirks and whispers something in your ear that makes you gasp.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Kix has you fully under his control and you never want him to stop touching you. The way he grips you, his dirty mouth speaking in your ear, it has you under a spell. Just as you’re getting heated, he lets you out of his tight grasp and releases you to the next man in line. He does a quick check to make sure his bite mark is still visible on your neck and lets you go. Still in a daze from your short dance with Kix, you accidentally bump into your next partner, Hardcase. To be honest, at this point, you could use a drink, but the song is almost over so you keep going.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

You brace yourself for this dance. Hardcase is a wild man even when he isn’t on the dance floor, but when you let him let loose, all bets are off. All he wants to do is have fun, and if you’re not having fun, he’s not having fun. He doesn’t care if you take him home tonight or not, because he believes in living in the moment, which right now, means dancing with you for as long as he can get. He twirls you around until you’re dizzy and giggling. You forgot how much fun dancing can be and are loving every second of Hardcase swinging you around the dancefloor.

That badonka donk

Is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy

Seven tray donkey donk

All I need is some vodka, some chonky konk

And watch and she gon' get Donkey Kong

Baby if you're ready for things to get heavy

Hardcase also has a mellow side to him that not a lot of people get to see. When he’s had his fun, he wants to be frisky as much as the next guy. He swings your hands up to his shoulders and grabs your waist, swaying  back and forth to the beat of the music with exaggerated movements. Just because he lives in the moment, doesn’t mean he wants to be left out of the running. On the contrary, he’s competitive and wants to win. He gives you another fast twirl as your dress splays out and you spin right into Dogma’s arms as he catches you from falling.

I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me dale

Don't believe me just bet me

My name ain't Keith but I see why you sweat me

L.A., Miami, New York

Say no more get on the floor

You wonder if Dogma will be similar to Tup, since they’re batchmates and inexperienced. He does hesitate for a moment, but you can see something in his eyes that Tup didn’t have. Perhaps it’s lust or he’s craving your touch. Either way, he grabs you and pulls you into his arms and begins dancing. You're a little shocked at his boldness and the way he handles you. You’re not sure where he learned these moves from, but you’re not complaining. His movements aren’t methodical, but the unpredictability of what will happen next is enough for you to want more.

Dance the night away

Live your life and stay young on the floor

Dance the night away

Grab somebody, drink a little more

Your dance with Dogma is fun, flirtatious, and playful, bringing you back to your teenage years of wanton abandon and insatiable appetite. As you enjoy yourself and sway your body to the beat of the music, two strong hands pick you up off the floor and sling you across a broad shoulder. You blush and quickly place your hands over your dress to keep the whole bar from seeing your panties. The steady hands place you back down on the floor and your flustered face is greeted by Fives’ mischievous smirk. You try to compose yourself, but he doesn’t give you a chance.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Fives grabs your waist and pulls you close to his body, your hot centers brushing against each other as he teases you. Fives, a mix of Echo’s playfulness, Jesse’s aggressiveness, and Kix’s sensuality, has no filter when it comes to dancing. He will take what he wants and make you feel every bit of his desire until you're begging for more. He runs his hands across your hips and your backside, making your body shudder. He turns you around and kisses the back of your neck as he sways with you and firmly presses himself against your butt, making you gasp. 

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

You continue your fervent dance with Fives until the music comes to an end. When the beat finally stops, he gives your shoulder a small nibble and lets you go. You wobble forward and attempt to make your way back to the bar. You’re not sure what just happened, but it was the best five minutes of your life. You sit down on the stool you started at and Rex is still sitting on the one next to yours. You order the same drink you had earlier and chug it with reckless abandon. If it’s one thing, the 501st boys definitely made you thirsty.

“So,” Rex begins as he swivels his stool around to look at his men standing around the bar in anticipation. “Which one of us gets to go home with you tonight?”

Still reeling from all of the fabulous and hot dances, you look up from your drink at all the men pining for you and wonder how you’re going to be able to choose just one. 

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AWOL - Arc Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Budding Romance - Captain Rex x F!Reader

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Hair Support - Tup x Reader

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[clone-anon]

Could you please write a story with tup comforting his fem s/o? Life is challenging recently and I could use a comfort fic. Thank you and no pressure if you're too busy.

Of course! I hope that things look up soon.

Normally you wouldn't be in bed yet, but today had been such a long day. You and Tup had walked hand-in-hand after dinner, taking in the view and discussing everything that was on your mind. Every so often, he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and kissed the back of it. You finally decided to come home and try to sit down for a holo. You'd already started to fall asleep against him only moments after getting comfortable leaning against him. Tup smiled to himself, although he was a bit worried about you.

"Let's just get you to bed, cyare."

"No, Tup," you countered. "We'll miss the show and you're not tired yet."

"It's okay," he replied, leaving a little kiss on your forehead. "Come on."

He stood and helped you up. You both took your time getting ready for bed, but it wasn't long before you laid down next to him. Tup pulled you into his arms and slowly rubbed your back while you nestled onto his chest. He smelled so wonderful and familiar. He felt strong and soft at the same time. Tup felt like safety and love.

"You do so much and work so hard," he said quietly. "Just rest now."

You wrapped your arm around his waist a little tighter and he felt you smile against his skin. You then looked up and shared a kiss. You didn't wholly feel in control of your body, but just let your muscles move in whatever way felt best to get the most comfortable. You found yourself laying facing away from him, your head resting perfectly on your pillow and Tup spooning you. The warmth of his body against your back and legs felt better than any blanket. He gently ran his hand up and down your arm and whispered soothing words. It wasn't long before you were lulled to sleep.

He smiled as he felt your breathing deepen. Before falling asleep himself he mumbled, "I love you, mesh'la."

[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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[freesia-writes]

Hey!!! If you're still up for doing the first kiss prompts, I'd love to see 'are you sure about this' with my sweet boy Tup!

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Hiiii! I’m so happy I was finally able to write something for you! Your reblogs and comments and whatnot have been so appreciated for so long! I still feel awkward in my writing but this felt warm and fuzzy, haha, so I hope you enjoy!

Tup x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

SFW, rated teen and up

Divider helmet artwork by @lornaka 💕

Rain pattered against the window as it always did, providing a gentle backdrop to the more sterile sounds of the medical equipment all around you. It had been a long day, working alongside the Kaminoans to evaluate squad after squad of troopers to deem them fit for active duty. You had greatly enjoyed your time on Kamino so far, at least once you got over the initial distaste from the “longnecks” (as the clones called them) at having a GAR medic scientist assigned to their facility. The troopers had blown you away with their unique personalities and incredibly diverse perspectives. While they all looked the same, more or less, you greatly enjoyed watching them develop in leaps and bounds in the short time you knew them — from the day they turned 18 to the day they shipped out, which usually wasn’t too long. That time would be spent in rigorous exercises and specialized training, where troopers would grow into a sense of self and a readiness for the battlefield.

You listened to their stories during their medical exams and fitness tests, growing in your affection for them and resenting more and more this intergalactic war that took so many of them in a seemingly endless demand. And the account from the last trooper you had examined was still playing on repeat in your mind when the door whooshed open and the next patient walked in. Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized that face, distinguished from an early age by a single teardrop tattoo beneath one eye, and the textured brown hair pulled into a tight top knot.

“Tup!” you exclaimed happily, almost too happily… But you couldn’t hide it anyway — the connection the two of you shared had been apparent for some time. He had a quiet way about him, an unusual meekness that also seemed to disappear when he stepped into “soldier mode“, and gentleness and depth that drew you in like a moth to the flame. You had known this day was coming for a long time, even though you didn’t want to believe it.

“Hey, Doc,” he said lightly, though there was a weight to his words. “Time for that final exam.”

“Don’t say it that way!” you said with a forced chuckle, patting the exam table. “I had better see you in here again.”

“I’m sure you will,” Tup answered as he sat sideways on the bed. “People seem to come back with injuries frequently from Umbara. At least that’s what I’ve heard. Although they may just be trying to scare me.”

“Umbara…” you echoed, running an instrument down his spine while you considered his words. “Is that where you’re going?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, closing his eyes for a second as you took his head in your hands to gently tilt it side to side for range of motion tests. Your breath caught in your throat. His eyelashes were so long, his sharp features relaxing gently beneath your touch… The peaks of his upper lip were so perfectly-shaped…

You released his head and stepped back for a moment, shaking your own head as if to clear the thoughts away. His rich golden brown eyes found yours again, a small smile on his face. Did he know? Were you that obvious? Working quickly in an effort to distract yourself, you began placing electrodes on his body in various places.

It didn’t help that you had to reach under his blacks a few times, to place one on his stomach and a few across his chest and back. Your glance flitted from his to the monitors, currently populating with information from the initial scan. Grateful for the distraction, you turned to face them instead.

A creak of the exam table and motion in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and the next thing you knew, Tup was on his feet behind you, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another yet holding your gaze with a surprisingly determined one of his own. He was closer than before, and his formfitting blacks left little to the imagination. He was unassuming and kind, but he was a grown man and a skilled soldier, all of which felt heavily apparent with his close proximity. You even could’ve sworn you caught a whiff of something clean.

“You’re not done yet,” you spluttered, voice betraying you with a hoarse squeak on the last syllable.

“I know,” he said softly. “I was just wondering if I could test your range of motion.”

“What?” you laughed nervously, any further words freezing on your lips as he cupped your face gently with his warm hands. They were soft yet firm, and as he took another small step closer, you could feel the tremble in his arms.

“You know, range of… oh, nevermind…” he grumbled, dropping his hands and running one awkwardly over his head. “I was trying to be witty.”

Warmth blossomed in your chest at the realization, and you grinned helplessly at his flustered admission. Taking a step forward, you reached for his face with a single hand, dancing light fingers along one side of his jaw.

“You are adorably witty,” you murmured, waiting with bated breath to see where this was going. His face broke into a small, hesitant smile, as though he were loath to allow himself to believe it. “But let’s leave the physical therapy to the medics, and maybe you could communicate your feelings another way…”

His chin jerked up as he regarded you with surprise, and for a moment he wondered if you had assumed too much. Was he just being silly? No… The depths of conversation that you two had enjoyed as well as the meaningful looks and playful banter all seemed to point to more than just platonic flirtation. Goaded onward by the urgency of his imminent departure, you took a final step forward to where your bodies were almost touching.

His heart rate had been steadily climbing, the monitor proclaiming this at top volume as the beeping increased with each movement the two of you had made. Your cheeks curved into a smile, watching a slight flush creep across his as he noticed the sound as well. Sending a meaningful look at his lips before returning to his eyes, you waited, not wanting to make the first move.

“You sure about this?” Tup whispered, barely audible above the traitorous medical equipment.

“Yes please,” you answered, as naturally as if you were at a restaurant being asked if you’d like a refill on your water.

He swallowed hard, an irresistible smile on his own face as he lifted a hand to your face again, this time brushing his thumb along your cheek as he hooked his fingers behind your ear. Tilting his head slightly, he brought his lips to yours, pressing them together with such tentative care you thought your heart would burst. Tingles cascaded over you from head to toe, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his warm body against your own.

He lingered for a split second, then pulled away, speechless in the afterglow of a simple, chaste kiss that communicated so much. Ducking his head, he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking off to the side.

“That was… um…” he faltered, embarrassed.

“Really nice,” you finished, pulling him into a tight hug. The faintest chuckle rumbled in his chest, and you rested your cheek on his shoulder, relishing the feeling of his arms around you.

“Really nice,” he echoed, and you knew that would not be the last time.

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