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Summary: Kinktober Day 21 — Nipple play with ARC Trooper Fives Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance other than the presence of nipple piercings. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; nipple play, references to oral sex, references to PIV sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), language, nipple piercings, overall filthiness, two idiots having fun. Word Count: 1.9k

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You could remember, plain as day, the first time you met Fives. The way his grin and eyes zeroed in on you, the sway of his hips and kamas as he walked towards you, delivering such a cheesy line you instantly burst into peals of laughter, unabashed about telling him how awful the line was. Fives had continued to smile, the crests of his cheeks darkening just the slightest bit.

“Made you laugh, didn’t it?”

Your laughter had calmed a little, your smile still present. “Yeah, I suppose it did.”

You remembered, plain as day, the first time Fives had kissed you. It had been fun, intense, encompassing, playful, adoring and passionate all at once, in the way only Fives could be. The scratch of his goatee and the press of his armor had been such a delicious sensation that all you could do was press yourself into him and hook your hands into the chinks of his armor just to feel the slightest bit of his warmth.

You remembered, plain as day, the first time he’d tossed you onto your bed and settled himself between your thighs, dragging your soaked panties down your legs and burying his face in your cunt. He’d eaten you out for hours, relishing in the way your thighs clamped and shook around his head every time you came. Loving the way you tugged and pulled at his hair. Adoring the whines and curses and moans and keens you made, like sweet, sweet music to his ears. Taking pride in the sight of your puffy lips, your swollen clit, the purple marks he’d sucked and nibbled into your luscious thighs, the trails of tingly red rashes left behind by his goatee. Savoring the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your slick clinging to his chin and lips, the sight and feel of your gloss on his fingers, ever-so-slightly wrinkled from his thorough, lengthy massage of your sensitive, soaked walls. Enjoying the sight of your glazed eyes, your parted, bitten and kissed lips, your blissed expression, looking thoroughly fucked out.

He dove right back in seconds later.

You remembered, plain as day, the first time you’d swallowed his cock, making Fives nearly choke with pleasure. You’d been wanting to suck his cock from the day you’d met him, wanting to test how long he’d let you tease him before he snapped and thrust into your throat. Not very long, as it turned out. Fives was not the most patient lover you’d ever had.

Except, of course, when he was going down on you, feasting on you. Fives had a talent for running his mouth after all.

And you remembered, plain as day, the first time he’d seen your tits. You remembered the way his eyes had widened as your breast band snapped away, revealing to him the swells of your tits, and the plush of your swollen nipples — barbells framing them perfectly for him to see.

No one had ever stared at your tits or your nipples that way before. The partners you’d had since you’d gotten your nipples pierced had either paid them no mind or been weirded out by the barbells in your skin. Fives, on the other hand, had stared at them with clear surprise, having not at all expected the sight of the piercings.

You had wondered, briefly, if Fives had ever even had reason to consider the possibility of nipple piercings before. You imagined there wasn’t much opportunity for it on the battlefield.

But Fives had quickly gotten over the shock, his expression dissolving into a look of wonder, then admiration, then hunger. He dove into your chest with a voraciousness only matched by the way he’d eaten you out.

He’d played with your nipples for just as long, too. Lapping at the stiffened nubs, humming at the taste of them. Closing his lips around the buds. Taking in the new feel of the barbell against his tongue. Flicking it experimentally in a way that made you inhale and arch your back into him.

He’d hummed around you, and sealed his mouth more firmly over your peaks.

Fives suckled your nipples into his hot mouth in a steady pulse, wonderfully offset by the occasional flick or swirl of his tongue, curling around and under the barbells to draw every possible noise from you that he possibly could. He switched back and forth with his mouth, one of his hands always playing with your opposite nipple, twisting and pinching and tugging, growing more confident and sure with each gasp of pleasure. Fives cupped the dip of your back, pulling you into him so he could fit more and more of you into his mouth.

Maker, Fives was good with his mouth.

You’d cum from the way he played with your nipples alone. He’d been endlessly smug about it.

His smugness had only grown as he’d fucked you. You’d never felt more blissed and cock dumb in your life.

Fives had deployed not long after that. You weren’t sure you were going to see him again, but about four months later found you in front of him once more, that same stupid fucking grin on his face. As soon as you’d met his eyes, he spouted a line, one that was even worse than the last one somehow.

You’d still burst out laughing, the sound of it making Fives smile grow wider and happier.

You were surprised that night when you’d torn off the top of his undersuit to reveal a flash of metal. A pair of simple, steel barbells right through his own pink, pert nipples.

You’d nearly salivated at the sight like some lovesick puppy.

Fives had been clearly pleased at the reaction, grinning at you with the familiar darkening of the crests of his cheeks.

You hadn’t expected you would get so turned on by the sight of nipple piercings on a partner, but you were genuinely adoring the sight. Your expression wasn’t unlike Fives’ had been four months prior. Full of surprise, then full of wonder, then admiration, then hunger.

Fives’ piercings were still tender, and you didn’t want to risk irritating them while they were still healing. Not when he was stuck in a tight undersuit and heavy plastoid armor all day, every day. But you’d given him a glance that promised that the next time you saw each other, you’d play with him as much as you both wanted.

Fives had grinned with excitement in response, letting you ride him into the morning.

Now, another three months later saw you hovered over Fives. His long, toned body was stretched over your sheets, writhing and twitching with pleasure and desperation. And impatience, you noted with amusement. The scent of him was intoxicating, a heady, musky scent that always lingered, made stronger by the sweat glistening along his tan skin. Underneath it was the scent of generic, vague soap, the smell of something singed, and the sharp scent of blaster cleaner. And the combination made your head spin with lust.

Nevermind the taste of him in your mouth.

You knelt over Fives, your mouth closed over one of his pretty nipples. Your tits swung over his chest, you making sure to arch your back enough for the metal of your own piercings to brush over his skin. Your clothed cunt rocked back onto his thigh just enough to drive the both of you crazy, the scrap of fabric completely soaked with your arousal.

Fives’ own arousal was rock hard against your stomach, hot and practically pulsing with his neediness.

“Mesh’la, please,” Fives was begging. Fives sounded so pretty when he begged.

But you weren’t done with his pretty nipples yet. Now you understood why he had been so voracious while playing with yours.

You hummed in response to him, the vibrations making him absolutely whine. You swirled the barbell in your mouth, your tongue manipulating it enough to tug it just so.

“Mesh’la!”

You released his nipple with a pop, grinning up through your lashes. “Oh, Fives...” you cooed. You loved seeing him like this. “So pretty...”

You dove back in, latching onto his other nipple.

Fives was literally whining beneath you, succumbing to your attentions. His hand gripped the sheets beneath him, the other flying to the back of your neck and into your hair to hold on tight as you scraped your teeth over his bud in a tug. You flicked the barbell as you released your teeth, laving the bud soothingly.

You switched again, continuing to shower attention onto Fives’ pretty, pierced nipples. Your hand raised, finger tweaking the other so it wasn’t neglected.

Fives fully bucked into you. And you hummed and smirked around him.

“Mesh’la...”

You suspected Fives had meant it to sound like a warning, but it mostly came out as a breathy, wonderful moan. You loved listening to him, the beautiful sounds encouraging you and your ministrations. You continued to suckle, lick, nibble, and play with his chest, and the wonderful little barbells adorning it. The slight metallic taste against your tongue was addicting, and you could’ve continued this way for the rest of the night. But within a few minutes, Fives was practically whimpering, grinding his hips into your stomach.

You reached down between your legs, swiping your thumb across the slick on your thighs. You raised it to Fives’ mouth.

“Open.”

Fives’ mouth encompassed your finger entirely, moaning loud at the taste of you. You pressed your thumb into his tongue and he let out an even louder moan, but that might have been because you nibbled and tugged at his barbell at the same moment.

You slipped your finger from his mouth with a pop. Fives immediately began to babble — broken cries of mesh’la and please and so good —

You touched your slick thumb to Fives’ stiffened peak and pressed. And as you did the same with your tongue on the other nipple, Fives howled with pleasure.

He came against your stomach, and you keened at the feeling.

You placed little kitten licks to Fives’ puffy peaks as he came down from his high, but as he released a particularly cute whine, you fully released him. As he continued to come down and catch his breath, you lowered yourself fully onto his body, dotting his pecs and chest with kisses.

“You’re gonna kill me, mesh’la,” Fives panted. He lifted his thigh into your core, encouraging you to rock yourself against him.

You did slightly. You both moaned. “Don’t pretend you didn’t get your piercings for this exact reason.”

Fives grinned, caught out but unabashed. “Okay, maybe I did. And now I understand why you looked so wrecked last time. And here I thought it was just me.”

You giggled, stretching to suck a mark into his collar. As if you hadn’t been sucking marks in him all night. “Oh, it was definitely you, too. You’ve got quite a mouth on you, Fives. Gets you into trouble.”

“You sound like Rex.”

You blinked innocently. “We say it with love.”

Fives snorted, his hand raising from the sheets to stroke down your back. “You just love to torture me.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, happily, into his neck. Fives huffed with laughter. And flipped you beneath him before you could register what was happening.

There was an absolutely wicked gleam in Fives’ eyes. Those gorgeous, shining brown eyes. A grin stretched across his face, one that made your thighs clench and pussy tingle.

“Good thing I love to torture you, too, mesh’la.”

You smiled and laughed, delighted as Fives dove down and latched to your own swollen, aching nipple.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Or a drabble with Fives, something with just cuddling, having a quiet moment. 💖✨

some more tooth rotting fluff for you :)

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It was a rare luxury to open your eyes and see your lover next to you in bed, his arm wrapped around your waist and your head laid on his bare chest. It wasn’t often that you got to see him for more than a few days every six or eight weeks, as you didn’t get to pick the leave schedule for the 501st, and you were at the mercy of the powers that were when it came to how often you would get to see your boyfriend.

You didn’t want to wake him, because getting up late was such a rare thing in the life of an ARC trooper, as was the plush mattress and copious amount of blankets and pillows that currently resided on your bed. He often told you it was like going to sleep on a cloud, and that the bunks on the Resolute could never hold a candle to the soft bedding in your tiny Coruscant apartment.

You shifted slightly, stifling a yawn as you snuggled closer to him. Clones always had a higher body temperature compared to nat-borns, and you took full advantage of that fact as often as you could. Snuggling up with Fives was quite possibly your favorite thing to do in the entire world, and you never wanted to give it up at this moment.

Your eyes were half open when he finally stirred, and you felt a soft kiss being placed on your hairline. His lips lingered for longer than usual, and you just sighed in content. No words needed to be exchanged this early in the morning, he was here, and you were together, and that was all that mattered.

But of course the peace was always interrupted by something, and this instance was no different. His comm began to beep incessantly from the nightstand next to the bed, and you really wanted to take it and throw it out the window before it told you that Fives had to leave.

“Hello?” Fives asked as he pressed the answer button on the device.

“We’re leaving for another deployment in an hour, you need to get your shebs over here.”

You liked Captain Rex, he seemed like a nice guy and was fun to talk to on nights out, but right now you wanted to strangle him.

And Fives clearly felt the same way, if the sigh he heaved was any indication. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a little bit.”

“You need to get here now.” Rex sounded tired, and you wondered what kind of crazy things he had to deal with last night while the rest of the battalion went to 79’s. “Untangle yourself from Y/N and get a move on.”

You would have objected, but he was exactly right. Fives promised to be at the docking bay within a half hour before hanging up, and then he turned to you. “I’m sorry cyare,” he said softly. “It looks like I have to go now.”

“It’s okay,” you said, despite the fact that you didn’t really think it was. “I enjoyed all the time we spent together.”

“Me too, and hopefully I’ll be back sooner rather than later.”

You nodded, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I hope so too. Now go, before I get too attached and try to kidnap you.”

He just laughed, stealing another quick kiss before he got up and started to collect the pieces of his armor from the floor.

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ariadnes-red-thread · 2 years

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Bad Habits

Summary: You can try to break your bad habits all you want but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.

Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, This is pretty much just pure smut (PiV, oral, face-fucking, fingering), Soft dom!Fives, Dom/Sub dynamics, Mention of safeword, Language, Drinking/Alcohol use, Toxic dynamics/Controlling behavior, Fluff ending, Brief appearence by Crosshair

Word Count: 5000

A/N: “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran has lodged itself in my brain and it won’t leave. So, like Fives, I’ve decided to make my problems into everyone else’s problems.

Almost no actual song references. Just a smutty lil piece about being addicted to another human. Also, I h/c that Fives likes control. It helps him push back against the fear and the feeling that the rest of the galaxy views him as just a number. Likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so appreciated!

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My bad habits lead to you...

It’s late and you’re buzzing. You’ve had a few drinks, sure, but it’s not just the alcohol. It’s a combination of everything that has your heart racing and a feeling of possibility tingling just beneath the surface of your skin. There’s the neon lights, the thud of the bass, the din of the crowd gathered at 79’s tonight, and, most intriguing of all, the company of the handsome, mysterious man who has just settled into the bar-seat next to you.

“Crosshair.”

The striking man smirks at you as he throws back a shot of sticky, brown liquor. You watch as he swallows it without flinching. His eyes quickly flick back to you, returning your hungry look as they drift over your figure. You’re leaning against the bar and wrapped in a low-cut black dress with a hem that sits just below the swell of your rear. You look fantastic and you know it.

“Nice to meet you, Crosshair.” You tilt your body towards him, arching your back just a little as you say his name. His attention falls to your cleavage, as you intend.

“The pleasure is mine,” He assures you.

His silky voice licks at your ear and you wonder what else that tongue can do. Crosshair’s eyes travel back up to meet yours and they’re nothing but deadly. This man wants to eat you alive and you just might let him.

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

You internally groan at the voice over your shoulder. Even in a sea of clones, you know who it is without turning around.

“Yes, Fives?” You lock eyes with Crosshair’s deep brown ones, hoping that maybe Fives will take a hint and fuck off.

“The Captain is lookin’ for you.”

“Rex is looking for me? Right now?” The disbelief in your voice is palpable.

“Yep. Says it’s urgent.”

You know he’s lying. You know it. Even as the civilian medic for the 501st, there’s no convincible reason that Rex could need you right now. Not to mention that, when you left the Torrent Company’s table to strike out on your own with the explicit purpose of talking to anyone but Fives, Rex had his face buried in the tits of that beautiful bounty hunter he’s seeing. So, all of that to say that you know for a fact that Rex isn’t looking for you. You know that what you should do is tell Fives to go to hell and bother someone else. But you can’t resist the bait. You never can.

You turn to Fives. He sees his moment and captures it. He clasps your upper arm in a gloved grip before he tugs at you and leads you towards the door. You don’t even have time to say a word to your new friend. You throw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Crosshair, hoping it’s sorry enough that he might wait for you to shake off this pest of an ARC trooper and come back to the bar. His glare at your companion is murderous and you have no doubt that, if Crosshair had a weapon, Fives would be a dead man.

With his typical disregard for danger, Fives doesn’t even glance back as he leads you out of the club. He takes you just around the corner to the alleyway. Using his wide, armor-clad form, he backs you into the durasteel wall and cages you there. He presses his gloves against the building, one hand on either side of your head. He stares at you like he has something to say but, even as you wait a beat, no words come. You’re impatient. The night is cool and the durasteel that you’re leaning against is icy on your spine. Your thoughts are still with the attractive man at the bar. This isn’t a game you want to play tonight.

“Funny I don’t see Rex around here.” You cross your arms, trying your best to appear stern. “What do you want, Fives?”

Either he doesn’t hear you or he ignores the question. He’s frowning over your shoulder like he’s suddenly unable to meet your eyes.

“Him? Really?”

He’s pouting, you realize. You hate to admit it but it’s a cute look on him. You and Fives do this dance every time you’re planetside. You’ve been regularly sleeping together for a few months now. The first time was an accident. The two of you had ended up closing down the bar together and, as the poor, besieged bartender kicked you both out into the slowly brightening dawn, you launched yourselves together and practically tore each other apart in this very alleyway. Now, your nights out all ended the same way, entangled in Fives as you both heaved heavy, blissed out breaths. Recently, you realized you were falling for the man and that wouldn’t do. So you started to look elsewhere, desperate to break your bad habit before it broke you.

Still, you always ended up here.

“What’s wrong with my new friend, Crosshair?” You say, the taunt in your voice intentional.

Even though he’s still not looking at you, you feel yourself leaning into his wide frame already. Hells, it’s like he’s magnetized.

“Dunno,” Fives shrugs, finally dropping his stare back down to meet yours. Your breath hitches as his amber eyes lock onto you. “I guess nothing if scrawny and sulking is your type.”

You scoff, his wild assessment of Crosshair giving you reprieve from his spell.

“I don’t see any better offers.” You raise an eyebrow at Fives.

“I’ve got one.” His hands fall to your low waist. He tugs, pulling himself closer to you as he tilts your lower half up into him. “You look beautiful tonight, ya know?”

“We can’t keep doing this, Fives.” You sigh but, the more he speaks, the more you find yourself entranced by his full lips. The sudden increase in closeness sends ripples of electricity pulsing through your body, betraying you in its anticipation.

“That’s not a no…” His response is cheeky and hopeful. He grips your hip a little tighter, making small circles in the fabric of your dress with his thumb.

“I…”

Every time, you swear it’s the last. You tell yourself you’ll go home with someone new. You think maybe you’ll meet someone who will take you to dinner and ask you out in the light of day. But, despite your best efforts, somehow your nights always go like this, staring up at Fives and finding yourself pulled in once again.

He can see it too. Fives is an exceptional recon scout and he knows how to read you like a holomap. He always has. It’s part of what makes this so addictive. What makes him so addictive.

“Let me take care of you, mesh’la.” He leans in closer.

“Fives,” you whisper as his lips ghost over yours.

You try to think of another reason to protest but your mind is empty and your throat has gone dry. Suddenly, old habits feel easy and you can’t remember why you wanted to break them to begin with. You can see how his breath hitches in his throat. He’s waiting for permission. He’s waiting on you.

Your permission comes in the form of a slight lunge forward into his lips as you give in to your desire. As soon as you make your decision, he meets you there. Your arms wrap their way around his neck and one hand gently tugs at his close-cropped curls. His teeth nip at your lower lip, begging entrance. You surrender to him, like you always do. You’re already breathless as his tongue intertwines with yours. Your dress rides up as Fives presses himself against you, his knee finding its way between your legs. The pressure against your most sensitive area makes you grind into him before you even realize what you’re doing. His mouth travels down your neck, leaving wet, hot marks along your sensitive skin. Fives finds your ear, heavy breath bating against you as he whispers.

“I’m going to make you feel so much better than he ever could. I promise.”

You moan. You know it’s true. That’s how you always end up here.

A few more hushed words and hurried kisses later, you and Fives do that intertwined, stumbling dance back to your place. It’s one that you choreographed together and then performed time and time again. He knows the code to your apartment, which he types in with one hand while the other is wrapped all the way around your back, weaving through the openings in your dress so that the tips of his fingers are brushing against the sensitive skin under your breast.

As you tumble forward through your apartment and into your bedroom, the mood switches. He pulls himself off of you. Fives circles, shutting the blast door behind you both and closing out the world. It’s only the two of you now. Though you feel empty without his warm skin pressed to yours, you don’t follow after him. Instead, you stand still, knowing what comes next. He sits himself at the edge of the foot of the bed, elbows resting on his knees. His glinting eyes meet yours.

“Safeword?” He checks in like he always does.

“Tatooine.” You respond without hesitation.

“Good girl.” Fives bits his lower lip as he leans back onto his palms. “Undress for me.”

You reach for the zipper along the side of the dress. You clasp the cool metal of the pull tab between your fingertips and peel the teeth apart one by one. The fabric falls off of your form, caressing your skin before it piles on the floor around your ankles. Fives is a man under a spell. His jaw hangs just a bit as he watches. Then, suddenly, it snaps shut. He’s realized something.

“No underwear? In that dress?” His voice is torn between a groan and a whine. “Fuck mesh’la. You’re trying to kill me.”

“It wasn’t for you.”

It’s true. The panty lines were ruining the look of the dress so you had decided to take the risk and forego them for the night. Although it was for the sake of the outfit, you say it just like that to bait him. A flash of anger crosses his face.

“I should have taken you right at the bar.” Fives snaps. “Show that sniper exactly who you belong to.”

It’s your turn to bite your lip, the thought sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine.

“Oh you like that, don’t you?” He knows what desire looks like on you.

“Yes,” you admit. The idea of Fives taking you anywhere he wants has you panting before him and you feel your cunt clench at the pooling emptiness, hungry and ready for attention.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He’s grinning at you. “Touch yourself. Play with your nipples.”

You bring a hand up to your breast and his smile fades in an instant. He watches under hooded eyelids as you begin to roll and tweak one nipple and then the other. Desire roils your blood and you let out a small moan at your own teasing. His jaw is taut as he watches you.

“Who are you thinking about?” Fives’ tone is back to being calm and even. Only the low rumble behind his voice lets you know how close he is to shattering this facade.

“You, sir.” It’s true. You can’t wait for him to get his hands on you.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Come ‘ere.”

You make your way to him, doing your best not to rush. He spreads his legs so you can stand in between his muscular thighs.

“Take my armor off.”

Fives reaches up, dragging his gloved fingertips across your bare skin until he reaches your shoulders. He flattens his palms against you and gently applies pressure. Under his restrained touch, you sink to your knees between his legs before you begin to reach for his armor. You know the latches by heart. Piece by piece, you strip him and carefully pile the armor beside you on the floor. This isn’t hurried. You treasure this armor. It keeps him safe and brings him back to you, even if this is all you can get of him. You push the thought away, trying to focus on the toned, handsome man being revealed before you. It works. As you remove his codpiece, his hard length appears as a tent in his bodysuit. Your mouth waters and you swallow at the sight. You reach to stroke him through the fabric.

“No, no.” Fives captures your wrist, quickly twisting your joint so he can pin your hand to the bedsheets. The motion catches you by surprise but it doesn’t hurt. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”

You whine. Now that you’ve seen a teasing promise of his cock, the steady, diligent worker you were moments ago has disappeared. You want to feel him and this is taking entirely too long. Desire courses through you, sending sparks to your core. You need heat, you need friction, you need Fives. He can see the defiance flailing in your eyes as you get ready to object to his pace. Keeping your wrist pinned, Fives lifts his free hand to your face. He runs a single knuckle along your jaw.

“Patience, cyar’ika. Keep working on my armor.” Fives orders before he releases your hand.

You still want to protest but you don’t dare. The brattier you are, the longer it will be before you get what you need. So you turn dutifully back to your job. Fives looms over you as you peel off his shin plates. You can see him from the corner of your eye, watching you like a sparring partner. His expression is dark and his eyes have bloomed black in the center. He raises a hand to your breasts. They are swinging heavy from your chest as you work. One finger traces along your areola, making the skin pearl as he draws small circles in your sensitive skin. He mirrors your movements from earlier, tweaking and twisting at your nipple. Each touch sends more flutters of heat to flood your core. Your fingers start to tremble and you begin to fumble at latches that you could undo blindfolded. He turns his attention to your other breast, pinching that nipple just a bit harder, searching for the line where pain and pleasure blur. You gasp at his ministrations, keening into him, and Fives smiles a knowing smile, one that says he found what he was looking for.

Despite the distractions, you finish stripping the armor from his legs and then turn your attention to his shirt and his gloves, leaving him in only his lower body glove. You start to reach for the waist but your eyes meet his and he gives you a stern look. You drop your hands to your knees and you wait, never taking your eyes off of his. Fives’ eyes are dancing slivers of amber surrounding inky black orbs. No matter how far you get into the scene, they never lose their mirth. You see desire burning in them as well. He’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. Finally, Fives cracks and pulls himself from the fabric, revealing his long, thick member. He strokes himself, pressing his fingertips along the rigid vein that runs under his shaft, as he stares down at you. He teases the swollen head and smears the bead of precum that has formed on the end. You lick your lips as you watch him. He cracks a smile at that.

“You want to touch me?”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, your eyes locked on his hard cock.

“Good girl.” Fives rasps. “Go ahead.”

He leans back again. It’s your turn to take the lead and you're going to savor every moment of it. You start at his neck, dragging your fingertips downward. You run your nails across his skin, trailing them across his stomach with just enough pressure to leave the lightest of darkened lines. There will be plenty of time to leave lasting marks later. This is just to tease him. You may be subordinate in the scene but you know you still have the power to turn him to putty.

Finally, you reach his groin. As you trail your hands along his inner thighs, you lower your open mouth to his cock. You feel him tense as you place his weeping tip on your tongue. You savor the salty, slightly tangy taste as you start tracing careful circles around his tip, teasing him. He gasps and you savor that too. He runs his fingers along your hair, wrapping his grip in your locks. You lick a long line on the underside of his member, drawing along the vein. He shudders as you finally take him fully in your mouth. You jerk on his cock as you suck, one hand twisting at his base while you hollow out your cheeks and your tongue glides around his shaft.

“My good girl.” He repeats, his voice rumbling now. His grip on your hair becomes tight.

You relax your jaw and take him further, gagging yourself just a bit so you can swallow him. Your fingers dance their way to his balls, scraping across his sensitive skin. You pull more moans from him while you squeeze and tug his heavy sacs. Without warning, he pulls his cock from your mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your face.“ He says and it’s not a request. He’s leaning down to lock eyes with you now. “What’s our signal if it’s too much?”

You place your hands on his legs before you tap three times on his left thigh with two fingers.

“And if you’re okay?”

You take two fingers and tap twice on his right thigh. Fives smiles at you, proud and hungry, before his look goes dark.

“Open up.” He takes two fingers and taps on your cheek, an unspoken reminder of his check-in signal.

His cock slides back into your mouth. There’s a moment where the world is still and then that stillness is shattered. He thrusts into you without mercy, groaning and sighing. You relax your jaw as best you can but his pace is unrelenting. Tears start to form in your eyes. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pumps himself into your mouth. The pressure is gentle, just enough so he can feel his cock expanding your throat. He removes his hand for a second to tap twice on your cheek. You tap twice on his right thigh. He trusts you and so he returns his hand to your throat as he begins thrusting harder. His cock sinks deeper into your throat, blocking your airway and pulling choking sounds from your stunted breaths. The tears are spilling from your eyes now and spit dribbles down your chin. His rapid grunts let you know he’s close. You’re ready for him, begging him to spill down your throat, needing him to become undone.

Instead, he stops his thrusting, tugging you off of him. His chest is heaving as he lifts you to your feet. Without warning, his hand is between your legs. Fives gathers up the slick that has dripped down your thigh with his fingers before he runs a single fingertip along your slit. He thrusts the one finger inside you. You let out a small gasp at the unexpected and almost unbearably pleasant intrusion. You twist on his single finger, needing more. He’s ready to give it.

“My turn.” He pulls his hand from between your legs and brings it to your lips.

You open your mouth and clean his fingers, the taste of both of you mixing on your tongue. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you hard before his next order.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

You follow his directions, presenting for him. You hear him groan and mutter under his breath at the view. Your heart races in anticipation.

Smack-smack.

He lays a hand on one cheek and then the other. He repeats it until your soft skin is darkened and you are thrusting your hips back at him, aching for him to touch your center.

Finally, you feel his hot breath glazing over your skin. You sigh and he hums happily in response, dropping his mask in the moment of excitement. His tongue meets your lower lips, dancing in long lines against your opening. He gently traces your cunt, pulling sighs from you. Teasing you. He continues his slow and steady path, alternating gentle, pointed licks with lavish sucking, first on one lip and then the other. You whimper. Still, he takes his time, savoring your taste as if your desperation makes it even sweeter. The word he’s waiting for finally slips from your mouth.

“Please.”

“Please, what princess?” You can hear the smirk that you know he’s wearing.

“Please, sir. I need more.” You whine.

Fives chuckles.

“How can I say no to you?”

He flattens his tongue against your slit and begins to lick in a frenzy, sending heat curling up your spine. His tongue travels from your clit to your frenulum and then back again, his facial hair an added sensation as it prickles your skin. He delves into your cunt. His tongue pressing against your inner walls. Your chest falls to the bed, pushing your hips back against him as you keen at his overwhelming attention. He pulls another moan from you, though it’s half-stifled by the sheets you’ve buried your face in. Two fingers find your clit as he begins to thrust his tongue into you. He’s already got you writhing with his teasing and, before long, he works you right to the edge. Without hesitation, he sends you toppling over it, shaking and crying out.

You clamp down as you cum, thrusting back into him. He meets you hungrily, drinking up everything you give him. Your hips slump as you come down. He feels you start to relax. You move away from him just slightly, creating the smallest bit of space between the two of you.

“No,” Fives orders and reaches a hand up to your stomach, holding you in place and pulling you back into him again with his firm grip. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He flips you on to your back, angling himself above you, and pushing your legs up into your stomach. With a devious wink, Fives dives right back into your cunt. You cry out, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You writhe under his relentlessness but he holds you tight. His tongue finds your swollen mound as a single finger enters you. His fiery eyes are locked on yours now as he thrusts it in and out of you. You’re whimpering from the relief of finally having him inside you. He adds another finger, working you up again. He sucks your clit into his mouth, teasing it slowly and steadily. It’s a sharp contrast from the force with which he stretches you with his hand but he knows you. He knows how to work you up without overstimulation. And he also knows you can take more. He adds a third finger. The stretch is almost painful, especially in your state, but Fives fucks you through it, opening you and curving his fingers so they find that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back. Your world goes white as he pulls another orgasm from you.

He lets you relax this time. Your limbs fall numb to the mattress like they belong to someone else. He climbs off of the bed so he can strip his lower half. You watch him through foggy eyes, admiring his broad, handsome form in your moment of bliss. He climbs back into bed next to you, laying into your side. His touch is gentle as he brings a palm to your cheek. The curtain falls for a moment and you glimpse Fives, the man you’re falling for. The sweet desire in his eyes is unlike the joking impish glint that usually lives there. You know that most don’t get to see it and you feel lucky to have a glimpse, even for a second. It’s addicting, these moments.

“You ready?” He asks, checking in with you again, as he draws his thumb across your lower lip. You can tell that, beneath the practiced patience, he’s teetering on that precipice of passion.

You nod, sucking his thumb into your mouth, wanting to throw him over that edge.

“My good girl.” He growls. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

And he does. He guides you back to your hands and knees. His member slots against your entrance as you brace yourself on your forearms. In the next moment, he sinks to the hilt, his cock reaching your deepest center. You keen back into him with a moan that borders on a cry. He pulls back before he sinks in again. Repeating the motion, he thrusts into you over and over, his cock dragging along your walls as his balls bounced off the back of your thighs. He’s grunting as he thrusts, muttering more to himself than you.

“Fuck yeah, mesh’la. You feel like fucking heaven. Osik, this is my pussy. Mine.”

Fives wraps an arm around your front, pulling you up to his chest so he can thrust up into you. His cock reaches new depths. His other hand snakes down to your center, where he starts to draw circles around your clit. You’re babbling as he rolls his hips home again and again. The angle of his hips and the friction on your most sensitive area sends you over the edge for a third time. It shocks the both of you. He slows his hips as you clamp down again.

As you come down from your high, Fives pulls from you. You should be tired but you want more. You’ll always want more of him. You whine at the emptiness. His lips meet your neck in a small gesture or reassurance. He brings you back down to the bed, twisting you onto your back. He settles his weight onto his left forearm, which lays next to your head and cages you with his chest. His right hand reaches down and clasps your knee, pulling it up to his hip so he can still reach the depths of you.

You both moan in unison as he slides home again. His hips send waves of pleasure into you as he starts thrusting again. His lips find yours as he hungrily kisses you. His head then falls to your neck. He’s leaving marks now and you know you should yell at him before he leaves one you can’t hide with your jumpsuit but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to be his, bad habit or not.

“Give me one more.” Fives is beginning to stutter his hips. His words come through gritted teeth as he holds himself back, demanding one more peak from you before he lets himself tumble over the edge. “Cum for me, my good girl.”

Your whines become high pitched sobs. Your head is still spinning from the other orgasms but somehow, he reaches down between your bodies to find your swollen clit. With rapid circles, he coaxes come more out of you. Your walls convulse around him as you scream out his name. Fives thrusts for a final time, finishing deep within you.

You both collapse on the bed, his weight falling onto yours. After a beat, he quickly rolls off of you, pulling his softening cock from you and guiding you around so that he can hold you, face to face and pressed to his chest. There’s a moment where your heart flutters and you think about pushing away but you’re too exhausted to protest. Instead, you tuck your nose into his neck and let him stroke your hair until both of your breathing slows.

When it finally does, Fives slips from the bed for a moment. You hear the sink run in your fresher. When he comes back, Fives has a damp towel with him. He sponges your lower half as he lays gentle kisses on your skin. You’re sore in the best way, wriggling just a little under his touch. You’ll definitely feel him tomorrow. Tomorrow. The thought makes you frown. That’s why you didn’t want to do this. So you wouldn’t have to miss him tomorrow. That’s why this is a bad habit that you need to break. Nausea sets in.

Fives, unaware of the struggle waging inside you, tosses the used towel to the side before he climbs back into bed. He pulls your sheet around you both. He wraps his arms around you and molds himself to your form. His heat, which you craved so desperately only minutes ago, suddenly feels suffocating.

“Should you be going?” You pull yourself away from him. No need to get comfortable in arms you can’t stay in.

Fives isn’t having any of it though. He gathers you back into his chest.

“No drills in the morning. Rex canceled everything until the afternoon.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he presses his lips to your skin. Then, he pauses for a moment before he adds, “Let’s go get breakfast at Dex’s.”

“Sure,” You snort.

“I mean it, cyar’ika.” He separates from you just enough for you to be able to see his face. You peer at his features, expecting to see some of his spritely humor. You expect to find the punchline. Instead, he wears only an earnest smile. “Let me take you out.”

“You’re serious?” You’re still skeptical but you feel yourself melting into him.

“Aren’t I always?” He winks before he plants a kiss on your forehead.

As you fall asleep in Fives’ arms, you’re smiling. You never could kick your bad habits but maybe they were leading you to where you were supposed to be.

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marymary-diva17 · 1 month

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When the past comes for a visit

Fives x reader

Being discharged from the military had really affected fives so much, as it has been his whole life it was the reason he had been created. Well that all changed when he framed, for some crimes as was stripped of everyone he had love and worked for in life. He had lost the Bother hood and republic he love and fought for, he was alone for some time until he meet you and had started a second chance in life.

y/n " ummm" you soon raise up from bed as you soon get out of bed and ready for the day. You soon look at fives as he lays in bed a bit longer, as you soon made your way downstairs to start making, breakfast.

y/n " ......"

fives " good morning" fives soon came downstairs dressed in his civilian clothes, he had become used to wearing civilian clothes and not his arc trooper armor. he had soon wrapped his arms around you and kissed you.

y/n " good morning my husband will you mind setting the table" you are twi'lek women that had been living a independent life on Pabu, you had been walking around when a friend of your Phee had someone she wanted you to meet and that was fives. You had showed fives around the place he will call home and get use to, what his life will be like here. Soon enough the two of you becoming friends and soon lovers in time.

fives " yes my love" Fives had soon started setting up the table as you were getting done making breakfast, that when footsteps came down the stairs.

????? " Mooring mom and dad"

y/n " hello children" you and fives did get married over time, had soon welcome kids into the your guys life.

fives " good morning boys" You had given birth to three sons they looked more like fives, and didn't inherit that of Twi'lek features. there was a reason they looked more like their father due to how strong the Jango dna had been.

five " Javjaro, Rocber, and brenoe why don't you all help me set the table or help your mom get done cooking"

Javjaro " yes sir" Javjaro had come help you with dinner as his brothers went to go help their dad.

???? " morning" soon the family attention had been brought to your daughter Lesia. Who was born a twi'lek and in rex and Phee words you mini copy.

Fives " hey sweetie just in time to help us"

Lesia " yeah" Lesia had come to help you and her brother get breakfast ready as the family soon sat down together and, soon ate together.

Fives " I'm going out with Shep today as we are going to check on, some of the are families that came along with the fishers"

y/n " that sounds like fun kids"

Javjaro " Are friend invited us to the town square to have some fun, as we don't have school today is that fine"

Lesia " can I come with you all today"

breno " yes you can"

y/n " yes fives"

fives " do you kids have your homework done"

boys " yes"

fives " Lesia"

Lesia " yes dad"

fives " well you all can go and have some fun my love what will you be doing"

y/n " helping Phee out today as some new shipments had come in"

fives " well that sounds good"

Rocber " dad do you think the war or republic will ever reach here"

Fives " I don't know son there has been some hologram talk about it, but it seems like that might not happened yet but don't worry to much" the kids nodded their heads as the family soon ate breakfast together and talked a bit more as well. Soon you and the kids bid goodbye to fives as he went off, you had went to square with the kids as you bid goodbye to the kids as ran off together.

Phee " there you are and here I thought you will never show up"

y/n " well Im here Phee now lets see what we have today for the shipments"

Phee " right now I see your kids are having a good day"

y/n " they are having good time but we once again had talks about the war"

Phee " yes even after all this time it still going on"

y/n " yes and I don't think it will ever end" The war had been going on longer then everyone had thought, and started leading to many more problems that had come to the galaxy. Once work was over you soon left docks to go find the children.

????? " hello ma'am"

y/n " hello..." you soon turned around to see some clone troopers and a Jedi with them.

y/n " hello how may I help you all"

anakin " I'm anakin skywalk and these are my man we are looking for man, that maybe go by the name fives"

y/n " fives"

rex " yes ma'am we had been told he came here and someone had mention you, might know where he is"

????? " mom" you soon looked and saw your daughter she soon reached you, but stopped when she saw the trooper had the same face of her dad.

Lesia " mom"

y/n " it okay they are just ask some questions"

echo " we don't mean any harm kid"

y/n " sorry the kids here never see troopers dressed like you or Jedi knight that much around here or ever"

anakin " we understand"

Echo " will you be able to tell us if he still here or where he went"

y/n " ......." you stood there in fear of what will happen to your husband if you tell them everything.

y/n " sweeti go find your brothers and stay with them as I have a talk with them"

Lesia " yes mama" the troopers had seen Lesia looking at them as she soon ran off.

y/n " there is some information I might not be able to tell you, as he came here looking for help and he was given that here"

rex " thank you"

anakin " we are not here for any trouble if you are scared about that, we just wanted to talk with him that all and make an alliance if you home as well"

y/n " okay ...."

????? " mom" the group had become shocked when the looked and saw three boys that looked like the troopers, when they were younger one of them having Lesia behind him.

hardcase " those kids look like they could be clone cadets"

jajavo " mother is everything okay Lesia came to us and she seem worried, we came to see what the matter"

rex " we were just speaking with you mom son that all we didn't, mean to scare you sister sorry about that little one"

Leisa " it okay they look like him"

echo " wait do you kids also know about fives like your mom here"

???? " hello everyone" the group soon looked and saw fives as she made their way towards them.

rex " hey fives"

fives " hey"

Lesia " daddy why do these man have your face"

everyone " dad"

echo " did she call you dad"

fives " you all can come with me and my family I will explain everything" no more words had been spoke as the Jedi and troopers had followed the family. It seems like the past has decided to pay the family and visit, but what was more important now was seeing what will happen to them all. Sometime it good when the past comes up but other times it might be good if the past stays in the past forever.

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arctrooper69 · 2 years

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Omg please write another letter home from rex that was so cute

Eeeee! My very first ask! Your wish is my command! Hope you like it! ❤️

Running Home

Captain Rex writes a letter home. Part of the "If I Don't Make it Back" series.

Warnings: General angst? First time writing Captain Rex

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Cyare,

I can't tell you where I am of course, but I just thought I'd write to say I miss you. We should have a day or two planetside after this mission and I can't wait to spend every minute of it with you. I can't tell you how lucky I am to have you in my life and how proud I am of you. You are so strong, cyare. That's one of the many things that attracted me to you. Please don't work yourself too hard.

Mesh'la, you're a star shining in the darkest parts of the galaxy. I never thought I'd have something other than my brothers to fight for. You guide me home and I could stay in your arms forever. There's something I've been wanting to tell you but I was too afraid of ruining what we already have. I thought I'd wait to see you in person but now I know that's just an excuse. If I don't say it now, I might never get the chance. I love you.

Us clones were not designed to fall in love, but somehow I did anyway. I guess Fives was right about that and I guess now I owe him a drink. I always seem to get dragged into whatever trouble they land themselves in. It certainly make things interesting. They all say hello by the way. I know I don't show it often, but I am proud of them. I'm so proud to be their captain. If anything were to happen to me, my brothers would keep you safe.

Mesh'la, if something happens, I just want you to know how hard I tried to get back into your arms. Please trust in yourself, cyare. You won't ever be alone. I love you so much and you know I'd fight Count Dooku himself if it meant I'd make it home to you any faster. I can't wait to see you.

Love,

Rex

P.S. It's my turn to pick the holomovies this time.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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I love ur work sm, it’s always great to read when I need me some clone content

Can I get uhhhh, Fives (or any other clone you choose, although I feel like fives would be good for this) x shy fem!Reader who’s very inexperienced/a virgin, and like VERY inexperienced, like sis has never even touched herself before (not because of like religious reasons or whatever, she just literally didn’t know how)

Ty :)

Aloha! Thank you so much!

Yes you can :)) I think Fives is a good 'go to guy' for scenarios like this, but don't underestimate Echo! Okay here we go- Fives for you :)

Fives x Virgin Fem!Reader-Smut Short Fic - Part 1/2 I've Got So Much Love For You

Soft Smut Short Fic

Warnings: A bit angsty/ Strong language

Summary: You and Fives have been a couple for a little while now. You haven't had any intimate experiences yet. However, thanks to Fives, you are already a pro at kissing, and he loves to make out. So far he hasn't pushed you into anything and he probably doesn't intend to, yet you feel uneasiness about the subject of becoming more intimate. You're afraid he won't wait much longer for you to allow more. However, this is not due to him but rather to his environment and how it reacts to your until now rather chaste relationship. Other than that, he has a reputation for being flirty and hands on. You fear he might start to get bored with you. Don't worry, Fives already knows how to handle you and your fears.

PART 2

I've Got So Much Love For You

You're nervous, as you always are when you're on your way to meet Fives. It's that comfortable nervousness, the one that makes your heart beat faster just at the thought of seeing him soon, hearing his voice and melting under his cheeky smile.

Your pulse is fast, everything inside you is tingling the closer you get to your meeting point. You're on your way to the elevators that lead to the rooftop garden atop your apartment complex. This rooftop garden is where you always meet because you happened to meet there the very first time. It's a cute little tradition. You meet on the rooftop garden every time and then go from there to your apartment or to a restaurant or a movie theater. It had been Five's idea when you wouldn't tell him exactly where you lived on the first date.

As you're at the bend in the hallway leading to the elevators, you hear voices, clones, unmistakably. One of them is Fives, you can hear it in the way he emphasizes the words. The other voice of one of his brothers, apart from being the voice of a clone, is not familiar to you. Your heart beats faster with joy, but you stop when you hear the unknown clone say, "How long have you two been together now?"

"Almost three months," Fives replies, and your heart leaps at the proud tone that resonates in his words.

"And you still haven't been intimate?"

There is a pause and you feel your heart slip into your pants. You stay out of sight behind the turn in the aisle and prick up your ears.

"This is none of your business, but what makes you think that anyway?" asks Fives finally, a little irritated.

"Well, it's obvious from the way you walk," the other voice sneers.

You can hear Fives' eye roll in his voice as he says, "Gee, Sly, you sure are talking trash again"

"Trust me! I see that! The way you're walking it's obvious you've got bulging balls!" laughs Sly.

Fives laughs, "Shut up and get lost, I'm on my way to a meeting with her"

Sly lets out a whistle and says, "Ooooh, maybe she'll let you have her today."

"You let me worry about that", snorts Fives.

You waited until Fives got on the elevator and the other clone left. As you also board one of the elevators to the top, you have a very queasy, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach on the ride up and your heart feels heavy.

Fives is already standing there, as usual he has no patience in his butt. He paces up and down. But he smiles broadly as he sees you coming into the garden. However, his smile freezes and disappears, finally giving way to a worried expression.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asks as he approaches you and finally gently grabs your upper arms with both hands, left and right.

Of course, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. You're apparently not very good at hiding your feelings, at least not from Fives.

Nervously, you say, "Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong?"

Fives tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you scrutinizingly. He doesn't seem to believe you. You know that critical look in his brown eyes.

"Are you sure there isn't something you want to get off your chest?" he inquires.

You get even more nervous, can't look him in the eye anymore. In your mind's eye, you have a very strange image of Fives with thick, blue balls the size of meilooruns. You're not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

"It's nothing," you say, smiling shyly at him.

You know he still doesn't believe you, but doesn't press you further. With a soft sigh, he kisses your forehead and says, "Maybe you'll tell me later when we're cuddled up on the couch."

You almost forgot, tonight you have a movie night planned at your house. You swallow but keep smiling as he takes your hand and walks with you to the elevators. Of course you are attracted to him and with your touches and kisses you have felt arousal, even sometimes when you were just thinking about him. But you haven't even dared to touch yourself yet, how should you know how to touch him?

You spend the way to your apartment in silence and Fives keeps giving you a sideways glance. Whatever is on your mind doesn't seem to let him go. You'd love to know what's on his mind. Does he perhaps also have insecurities and fears towards you? Is he also worried that he might make mistakes?

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly as you open the door and Fives walks into your living room with a thoughtful expression.

He turns to you as you are about to close the apartment door and says, "Honestly, I'm still wondering what's on your mind. I'm a little worried it might have something to do with our relationship."

For a moment you look at him with surprised silence. You didn't really expect him to be unsettled. Not Fives.

"What do you mean. What should be the matter with our relationship?" you finally ask him curiously.

Fives shrugs, flashes a wry little nervous smile, and replies, "I am one face among so many that are the same. Perhaps you have grown weary of the sight. Maybe another one of my brothers appeals to you more.... I don't know, things like that."

You are shocked to hear that he really has such thoughts. You certainly don't want him to feel so insecure. Fives should not be afraid that he might not be enough.

You finally give in and say, "It's nothing like that."

"Aha! So there' s really something bothering you?"

He has one eyebrow cocked at you, his expression scrutinizing.

"Yes. It also actually has something to do with our relationship. But not what you might think"

Fives frowns, looking even more worried than before. You can tell he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He scratches the back of his neck, then crosses his arms in front of his chest, as if he's already preparing himself for a low blow.

Fives takes a deep breath and says, "Okay. Shoot. What's up?"

You walk into the open kitchen where he can also see and hear you from the living room. As you pour you both a Corellian ale, you begin to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this. But I heard you earlier, or rather you guys. You and Sly, by the elevators. What you guys were talking about got me thinking."

Fives laughed, he was amused and relieved.

"Because of the comment about... My way of walking? That's just nonsense, mesh'la"

You hand him one of the ale glasses and take a sip of your own before saying, "Well. Is it really nonsense?"

He blinks in confusion and looks at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

You shrug your shoulders cautiously.

"So far, when we've been close, we've never gone very far, if you know what I mean. We've been together for a while, though, and I wonder how much more patience you can muster."

Fives laughs softly.

"As much as is necessary my love"

"And that is?"

He frowns.

"What exactly is it about this whole thing that makes you so nervous?"

You chew on your lower lip for a while and finally blurt out almost hastily, as if the sound of the words frightens you, "I'm a virgin!"

Fives blinks several times, then a light comes on.

"Oooooh. So you're nervous about that famous first time? That's what's on your mind?"

With a sigh, you admit, "In a way. I was worried you might get bored with me because you've been waiting so long. Besides, I would really like to get closer to you, even on a physical level. But I have absolutely no idea how and what to do, what to expect."

Fives grabs your hand and with a smile pulls you to the sofa, sits down with you and says, "I'm in no hurry. Sure of course I think about it, that's normal. But I've got so much love for you, Cyar'ika, it doesn't matter how long I have to wait for it"

Your heart beats very fast and wild in your chest.

"What if I want to try today?"

He smiles wryly.

"Then I would be more than willing to comply with your request. However, I don't want you to feel pressured because of my brother's stupid comments. That was just nonsense. He was just teasing me, we do it to each other all the time."

You shake your head.

"No, not exactly. I've thought about it before, his words just fueled the worries that were already there a bit. I really want to get closer to you very much"

Fives caresses your cheek.

"Anytime, beautiful"

"Can you show me a few things?"

Fives smile widens.

"I'd love to"

Ko-Fi

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ktrivia · 2 years

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A Sniper's Competition (Crosshair x Reader)

Summary:

The Republic had many humanized weapons in this war but all of them were well known by the Separatist forces. All of them but me, that is. The Republic brought me in at the beginning of this war to be one of their secret weapons. A sniper who could go undercover and stay unknown to the enemy. As the war grows closer to a close, the Republic is sending me on a new mission, one that includes four experimental clones. Which another sniper, who was known for his disdain for others, already in the squad, things were sure to get interesting.

Author’s note:

Sorry for the long wait everyone! Life has been very hectic (major exams and catching Covid for the first time). This story is back and shit is going down! I'm excited for the plot to really begin now and the twists and turns to start. Please let me know what you think because your comments and reblogs are truly what keep me motivated to keep going with this story!

P.S. Let me know if you catch an Easter egg of a well-loved Bad Batch character

Also I am officially writing Fives x Reader oneshots and drabbles as a prequel to this series! There is now a section on my master list for and I would love to write more for one of our favorite ARC Troopers so please PLEASE send in some requests! Sometimes we all just need a little Fives goodness in our lives.

Enjoy the chapter!

Mando'an translations:

Vod: Brother

Gar kebbur gar jatne: You tried your best (just like I'm trying to string together sentences in Mando'a)

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CHAPTER 13

The only men sitting past the door were Rex, Echo and Anakin which meant the rest of the Batch was in the cockpit. The four of us looked at each other, no one sure of what to say first. The events of the day had taken a toll on everyone it seemed.

“How much longer are we in hyperspace?” I questioned as I moved to sit next to Anakin who sat across from two of the only remaining men from the original 501st.

“A couple hours,” Rex answered, checking me over once again for injuries. “How are you feeling?”

“A lot better, Rexxie,” I assured before turning to Anakin. “But I need your help.”

Before I could continue on, he spoke.

“You can’t feel the force can you?”

“Not at all,” I confirmed. “And it honestly feels like I’m missing a limb.”

“It happens,” Anakin began, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You basically fried the receptors in your body that let you feel the force because you used so much of it at one time. That part of you needs to heal. You were never trained to recognize the warning signs of wearing yourself out like that.”

“How long will it be like this?” I asked, trying to keep myself from reaching out to the emotions of the men around me.

“Give it a couple days and it should start to come back. If it doesn’t then come by my quarters and we’ll contact the temple for suggestions.”

I reached up to my shoulder and gripped his hand in thanks before turning to Echo who now wore someone’s spare set of blacks. Because of his emaciated state, they hung loosely on his thin frame.

“What about you, Echo? How are you feeling?”

He gave me a small smile and explained that Tech had performed another health assessment on him and done what he could to make him more comfortable until we got back to base to a proper medic. They had given him a bit of food and water, but he had a hard time keeping it down so they had held off after that. The room went quiet, the four of us still taking in the reunion that had occurred hours ago.

“I’ve uh, been meaning to ask,” Echo prompted hesitantly, sorrow in his eyes. “What happened to Fives?”

My heart stopped as I met Rex’s panicked expression. How did we tell Echo that his twin had died? How did we even begin to broach what had happened?

“I assume he’s gone,” Echo said, his voice cracking as he did. “Otherwise, I’m sure he would have been here for this.”

Tears sprung to my eyes at the thought. There’s no way in hell that Fives would have missed this. He would have fought anyone and everyone to be on this mission to rescue his brother.

“Yeah, Echo.” I confirmed. “He’s gone.”

My voice broke and I couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my cheeks. Across from me, I could see Rex’s eyes glistening as he tried to keep it together.

I barely noticed the door to the bunk area whooshing open as Crosshair emerged. He quickly took in everyone’s expression but those observant eyes landed on me and widened.

I thought he was about to get jealous of either Anakin’s hand that still rested on my shoulder or the mention of Fives, but he surprised us all by quickly claiming the seat next to mine and grabbing hold of my hand. He gently caressed it in soothing motions, but didn’t say a word. He sat there as a reassuring presence. Maybe he was ready to make the effort for there to be a relationship between us.

“Can I ask what happened?” Echo asked timidly.

“Of course you can, Echo,” I confirmed, willing strength into my voice.

“He was your brother. You have every right to ask that,” Rex added, ferocity clear on his face. There were many cases where the clones wouldn’t know what happened to a lost brother and when they would try to ask, their requests would be denied. The administration didn’t bother to keep track of which clones were lost, only that their numbers had been depleted in general.

I wasn’t sure where to begin the story, but thankfully Anakin spoke up.

“It started with Tup,” he began, voice going quiet like what he said was a secret. To be fair, it was a secret to most.

“He killed Master Tiplar,” Anakin continued solemnly. Echo’s face somehow paled more than it already was.

“He killed a Jedi?” He asked disbelievingly in a whisper. His gaze went foggy, and Rex put his hand on Echo’s shoulder in comfort. It dawned on me that Echo had also just discovered Tup’s passing as well. Crosshair’s hand now clenched mine tightly. Glancing over, I could see confusion and discomfort apparent on his face. Echo wasn’t going to be the only person hearing this story for the first time.

“He did,” Anakin confirmed with a sorrowful nod. “It was clear that something was wrong. We thought it was some kind of virus or biological agent so we sent him back to Kamino with Fives in charge of him. Even when Tup left he wasn’t mentally sound. He couldn’t focus and just kept repeating himself.”

Anakin’s head bowed and I gently grasped his hand, offering him comfort. Anakin bonded with his soldiers, clones or not, and I remembered how hard this whole situation had hit him when it happened.

“Then what?” Echo asked quietly. Anakin turned to me.

“You’re probably the best person to tell him the next part,” He offered, Echo’s face contorted into a look of confusion.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I was on Kamino when they got there,” I explained, voice growing thick as the memories flooded me. Crosshair tensed next to me.

“You were there?” He murmured, eyes shockingly full of concern. I nodded my confirmation and squeezed his hand before turning back to Echo.

“I hadn’t seen Fives since we had broken up,” I started. “We were together for about a year, and I hadn’t seen him for a few months. The second he saw me he tried to tell me what had happened with Tup, but I was about to leave on an assignment. I just-,”

My words choked off and it felt like the air around me grew physically heavy. My eyes widened in panic as I tried to pull in air, but even that felt like I was inhaling lead. Crosshair’s hand pulled from mine and wrapped around my shoulders pulling me against his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on breathing. When I re-opened them, Anakin was crouched in front of me.

“Hey,” he said quietly, placing his hand on my knee. “You’re ok. It's just the force. It can be a little overwhelming at first when it comes back on line, but it’ll ease. There are a lot of heavy emotions in here right now and that can be hard to feel.”

At the mention of the force, I could feel Crosshair almost retract his hold on me, but instead he squeezed tighter, hands roaming over my shoulder and arm. I worked to pace my breaths in time with Crosshair’s rising chest, and while they were still weighted, it was slowly getting easier to breathe again. When I could finally speak without gasping for air, I looked back to Echo.

“I’m so sorry. This is your story and time and I just interrupted it.”

He shakily rose to his feet and stumbled over to me. His flesh hand reached out and grasped mine, squeezing as hard as he could.

“It’s our story, Vod. You take your time,” he reassured. The three of them grounded me until I was ready to continue the story.

“Fives tried to tell me something was wrong,” I began again. “He tried to tell me something had happened to Tup, but I had to leave. He never knew, but I stopped in the med bay to check on them, but they told me Tup would be fine and Fives was healthy. The Kaminoans don’t usually lie to me. I could feel they were lying, but I thought it was because they didn’t know what was wrong with Tup yet. But I had to go, so I left. I have a little friend who works in the med center that kept me updated as much as she could, but her droid could only find out so much information once the Chancellor got involved.”

“The Chancellor?” Echo questioned, sunken eyes widening. I hummed in agreement.

“Fives said he had discovered something and the Chancellor needed to hear it. But they say that once he got to Coruscant, he tried to murder the Chancellor in his office. Then he got a hold of Rex and Anakin.”

I trailed off and looked to them to continue the story. Rex spoke this time.

“He found Kix at 79s and had him contact me and the General. We went to meet with Fives and he trapped us in a ray shield. He tried explaining himself but the Coruscant Guard… they shot him. We tried- we really tried to help him but he was too far gone. All he said was the nightmare was over.”

Rex’s hand clasped together as his shoulders hunched over and his breathing shortened. With effort, I extricated myself from the men around me and made the short crossing to the Captain. Standing in front of him, I pulled his forehead to my chest and stroked gently over his cropped hair. Strong arms pulled me as close as possible as his breaths turned ragged.

“You did what you could, vod,” I reassured. “We all did. Gar kebbur gar jatne.”

I held him there for a while as the silence of the room settled. Resurfaced memories had reopened old wounds and everyone was trying to grapple with it in their own ways. Clanking footsteps came closer and I glanced over to see Echo standing there. He sat down next to Rex and put his arm over his shoulders, pulling him away from my hold. Tears almost left me again at the sight of Echo comforting his brother. Even after all this time and the torture he undoubtably endured, he remembered the little things that helped Rex while he was mourning.

The exhaustion hit me suddenly from the conversation and events of the mission so I went back over to where Crosshair was still seated. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed in content when his arm circled my shoulders, a warm and reassuring weight. My eyes drifted shut as I listened to the lingering conversation. I was almost asleep, Crosshair's light rubbing on my shoulder lulling me, when I heard Echo ask a question that made me perk up.

“Before Fives was sh-shot,” he began to Rex, “what was he trying to warn you about?”

My eyes remained closed but I was alert and listening.

“He said there was a plot against the Jedi,” Rex said softly. Crosshairs ministrations froze at the mention of the Jedi and I grumbled at him, displeased with the lack of the soothing motion. He huffed a small laugh before resuming again. I felt the tension leaving my body as his hand worked its way up towards my neck, rubbing the tight muscles there. I groaned quietly at the sensation.

“Get a room,” Anakin muttered under his breath.

“You’d hear me either way, Skywalker,” I grumbled back. Crosshair choked on his breath and I could only laugh. Anakin said something else but I didn’t hear it as part of Rex’s comment caught my attention.

“-he said something about a chip controlling us. That we were programmed.”

My eyes shot open and I bolted upright. Connections were rapidly forming in my mind. I could hear the four of them questioning me as I ran to the cockpit of the ship. The door slid open and my eyes landed on Tech in the pilot’s chair as he typed on a datapad. In the periphery, my mind took note that Hunter and Wrecker were also there, the larger of the two sound asleep.

“Tech, where are the scans of Echo’s brain?” I asked frantically. Hunter stiffened at the tone of my voice.

“They are on my data pad,” Tech replied simply, not looking up from what he was doing.

“I need it. Now,” I demanded. Tech glanced up, confusion clear.

“Why do you need it?”

“Give me the datapad, Tech. I need to check something and time may be of the essence.”

I stormed towards him, ready to take the datapad from him whether he wanted me to or not, but Hunter blocked my path.

“You need to calm down,” he instructed, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“It is ok, Hunter. She can have it,” Tech said calmly. Hunter glanced back at him, not convinced I wouldn’t do something to Tech, and stepped just far enough out of the way for Tech to hand me the datapad.

“I pulled up his scans for you,” Tech stated as I wrenched it from his hand.

I scrolled through the slices of the scan as quickly as I could, looking for what I had seen earlier on Skako Minor. I made a sound of success when I found the right slice. I turned it back to Tech and pointed at it.

“What the hell is this and why did you tell me to ignore it?” I questioned. His eyes squinted as he focused on the spot before his face smoothed into understanding.

“Oh! That is Echo’s inhibitor chip.”

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Darkness on Umbara Chp.3 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 2. Chapter 4.

Marching on

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

Minors DNI, even if theres no smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snorted, “Yes Fives, especially you.”

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

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

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

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

You heard the crack through the blasters.

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

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

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

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

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

The two of them hit the ground where the besalisk stabbed both his lightsabers through its torso. It died with a high pitched screech before Krell sliced the last one as it tried to swoop, bringing it down as well.

Rex and Fives kept their guns pointed at the beast, but the new General shouted, “anyone else want to stop and play with the animals!?” He punctuated his point by driving his foot down on the creature's body. It jerked before going still, “Didn’t think so. Now keep moving!”

You huffed, turning back to the soldier, “I got you.” Your voice was kind and soft, “I’m not going anywhere, OK?”

He nodded, gloved hands trembling and gripping his thigh. Even with the painkillers, you knew he must’ve been feeling like absolute hell.

“Jesse,” You looked up at the senior trooper, “Can you get the speeder please?” The soldier needed surgery, but you couldn’t do it here. Not in the open.

He saluted and quickly stepped away.

“How bad?” Kix asked, pulling off his pack and kneeling next to you. He remained calm, despite the earlier excitement, “Damn, Jock. Don’t worry. We got you.”

“We are moving!” Krell shouted somewhere behind you.

“Give us a few minutes!” you snapped, not looking up as you worked. “Help me stabilize the leg, I can't fix it here.”

“We have bacta and medication to deal with any infections later.” the medic beside you nodded, “Get a splint in place.”

“North, take his AT-RT,” You heard Fives’ command the ARF trooper you treated earlier. As soon as the ARC troopers words were spoken, North had gotten up from the stretcher as Jesse approached with the speeder. While you would have preferred him to rest, that currently wasn’t an option. Thankfully, he was at least conscious enough to operate a vehicle.

Plus, leaving behind a perfectly functional and even devastating weapon in the hands of the enemy was a very bad idea.

Jock was trembling. Pain and shock from staring at his broken leg most likely. Even hardened soldiers would panic at the sight of one of their bones stabbing outside of their body, “Hey Jock, don’t worry. We got you, ok?” You shifted slightly, lowering your face so he’d pay attention to you and not his wound.

“Troopers!”

“Can you not fucking see-!” a heavy hand yanked you back and to your feet. You stumbled, but kept upright.

Krell was glaring at you, a fire of wrath in his eyes,“I told you, we. are. Moving! Do not ignore a direct order!”

Now it was your turn to be enraged, “Respectfully, General, my priority is to the wellbeing of this army. It is my duty as a field doctor to help them when they’re injured. Surely as a jedi you understand the importance of duty.” You kept your eyes on him, refusing to look away.

Arguing with your General normally wasn’t an option. However, in your training it was emphasized that your rank as a medic held special privileges, such as ignoring orders that may inhibit you from caring for the wounded.

But something told you that the Jedi in front of you didn’t really care.

You didn’t see how Hardcase held Rexs’ arm, doing his best to keep the captain from making a grave mistake. He was normally able to think clearly and not let his emotions dictate his decisions. Unless it came to you. The one he loved so dearly.

The new General huffed and straightened his back, “You have 60 seconds to get him stabilized and loaded on to the stretcher,” He clasped his arms behind him again and began to walk to the front, he turned his head back at you, “Next time, I will not stand for such insubordination, because it is my duty to lead these troops so the Republic can take the capital of this planet.”

You swallowed and saluted, turning back to Jock. With the help of Kix and Jesse, the injured trooper was situated on the stretcher. You gave him another dose of painkillers and let him drift off to sleep.

“You can tell the General we had 20 seconds to spare.” You grumbled to Fives, getting back on your speeder. Within minutes a formation was established again. Your pace was with the men, staying behind Rex, Fives and Krell.

“Are you ok?” Kix asked as he walked next to you.

“Yes.” You rubbed your face in your hand, ignoring the small sting of the blaster burn to your cheek. You still hadn’t dealt with it yet.

Your medic friend patted your back in sympathy. He shared your frustrations.

Anakin would never have pulled you away from tending to the injured. He would have knelt down and helped you, or had his lightsabers ready to protect you. His padawan would have done the same, perhaps even go after whoever injured the trooper to begin with.

But Anakin wasn’t here. Neither was Ahsoka. Instead, you were stuck with Pong fucking Krell.

About an hour later Rex had slowed his pace to walk next to you, “Mesh’la.” He spoke softly, making sure no one else could hear, “You haven’t dealt with the cut on your cheek.”

Oh. Right, you keep forgetting about it.

“It’s alright.” You gave him a small smile, “the men are going to need all the bacta they can get. A tiny scratch like this doesn’t matter.”

He remained silent for a moment before shaking his head, “Please be careful, the men need you.” His words hid the true meaning, from everyone except you.

I need you.

“I am, Captain.” You answered, “You just promise me you’ll stay alive to lead us.”

Please don’t become one of the injured I have to treat.

“I promise.” His hand twitched. He wanted so badly to cup your injured cheek and kiss it better. But not right now. Not around others. Not in such a hostile place.

“Captain Rex.” Your voice became quieter, “Ner kar’ta.”

“Ner narser.” He whispered back before straightening up. Your lover became the captain again, needing to focus on the mission at hand. Still, to hide your relationship, he spoke slightly louder, letting others hear, “you can’t disobey orders again, understood?”

You nodded, “yes, Captain. It won’t happen again,” Subtly, you gave him a smile.

He returned to his position closer to Krell after that. However, occasionally he’d cast a quick glance back at you.

After about an hour, you heard some whispered chatter behind you. Looking back, you noticed a trooper, Oz, leaning against Tup and limping. You gave him a look of confusion and slowed the speeder to get next to them.

“It's nothing to worry about, Doc.” Oz informed you, “Just…probably twisted my ankle when that beast dropped me.” It was a clear lie. From your perspective it looked more like something had fractured in his knee.

Your gaze drifted to Jock, soundly knocked out on the stretcher. Why are so many soldiers getting leg injuries?

“Regardless, we can’t know the true extent unless I get a proper look.” your gaze drifted to Krell. The bastard would flip out if he knew you stopped again. Still, Oz needed to get off that leg, “Take the speeder.”

“Doc?”

“You’ve used one right? It's easy.” You slipped off of the vehicle and pushed it along before Oz or anyone could argue, “Take it, at least to rest the ankle.”

He paused but Tup pulled him slightly, “Come on, doctor's orders.”

Without much more fuss, the injured trooper did as you directed. He sat down and let out a small sigh of relief, “Thank you.” clearly he hid his pain behind soldier bravado.

You nodded, deciding to walk next to Tup for now. Your eyes went to North, making sure he seemed alert and aware. For now, the ARF trooper was recovering from his wounds well, getting some weight off your shoulders. Still, everyone needed a breather. It's been about five hours since they started marching and while clones had stellar endurance, they would need a break at some point.

You kept your eyes ahead, focusing on the backs of those in front of you. It was a few hours later when your thoughts were interrupted.

“Are you ok, Doc?” Tup asked you quietly.

You couldn’t hide the irritation in your voice, “You are the second person to ask me that within the last few hours. Do I not look ok?” He seemed startled at your response and you honestly felt bad. Poor Tup was barely a shiny, so you sighed and nodded, “Just thinking, Tup. I'm alright.”

Before he could respond, Hardcase draped his arm over your shoulder, “Hey Doc, I got a cut on my lip. Can you kiss it to make it better?”

You snorted, repressing your laugh. Sometimes the soldiers would flirt and joke, all in good fun. Hardcase was especially friendly, knowing went to chime in to lift the mood. Honestly, you appreciated it.

Tup looked downright offended on your behalf, “Hardcase!”

Jesse looked back from his position. Even under the helmet you knew he was looking confused.

“Whatever happens next, I am not a part of it.” you responded with a shrug, looking ahead.

“See? The doc doesn’t care, ease up.” Now the hyperactive trooper moved on to leaning against Tup. the two bickered quietly as you continued to walk. However, over time their voices died down.

It was around the 12th hour when you realized the silence was from exhaustion. Everyone, including you, was barely hanging on by a thread. The clone endurance you praised earlier had finally hit its limit.

“Kix,” You stepped up next to him, “Tell Captain Rex that we need a break.” your voice was a hushed whisper. You feared if Krell heard you make the request, he’d push the men even harder out of spite.

The medic agreed with you and sped up his pace to speak to Rex. You, however, fell back next to the medical speeder and checked on the injured. Oz had been doing a good job at controlling the thing, though you could tell his leg was still bothering him. Jock was still out cold, you and Kix periodically checked to make sure he didn’t wake up in agony. North remained coherent and aware as well, he piloted the AT-RT as if he had never been injured, indicating the bacta you’d given him was working well.

Your observations came to a halt as Krell’s voice pierced the air, “CT-7567 are you reading me?”

“Excuse me, sir?” Your secret lover sounded as confused as everyone was feeling.

The jedi continued, “I ask you a question, CT-7567 do you understand the need to adhere to my strategy?” Blessedly, he stopped to continue to yell at Rex. Despite how you felt at your lover being targeted so viciously, at least the men had something of a breather. And Rex was a man, he could take an angry General.

The clone captain shook his head, trying to reason, “Sir, the terrain is extremely hostile, despite the difficulty of the conditions the battalion is making good time. These men just need a little break.” It was a desperate attempt to get some kind of humanity out of the besalisk.

The General practically snarled and continued his verbal assault, “Captain, do I need to remind you of this battalion’s strategic mission in conquering this planet?” He motioned over all the soldiers behind him, “Look back, see those platoons? Their mission is to take this city and take it swiftly, time and rest are luxuries the Republic cannot afford!” Krell didn’t give up just yet, leaning forward an inch away from the captain's face, “The other battalions are counting on our support, if we fail everyone fails. Do you understand this? Does everyone understand this?!” His yelling was now directed at everyone around him. His critical gaze roamed over the battalion practically challenging anyone to speak up.

When there was only silence, he scoffed and turned, continuing his steps, “Now move on!”

Rex’s shoulders slumped slightly, but quickly, he returned to his stiff and professional posture. With a glance back and a nod, the 501st began to march again.

You shared a look with Hardcase and continued. It was going to be another long few hours of exhausted silence before you stopped again.

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For the 650 followers AU requests, how about...

Fives x Fem Reader, Mer AU for MerMay. 🧜🏽‍♂️

Details: No use of y/n please. Reader is reluctantly part of a crew of sailors/pirates/privateers/ assigned by the island of Naboo's chancellor, Palpatine, to catch a merperson because of a legend that says something from a mer (tears, flesh, dealer's choice) grants immortality. Fives is the captured merman, and forms a bond with the reader. Bonus, merfolk CAN transform to have legs, but perhaps under certain conditions. Fives, being the cheeky, mischievous guy he is, "forgets" that humans have an aversion to public nudity. 😏 Insert awkward flustered reader at seeing a naked man for the first time 🤭

Can have some mild or hinted spice, but nothing explicit please.

The Privateer

Summary: After being assigned to the Dominion, the flagship of Naboo’s Privateer fleet, you’re miserable. The last thing you’ve ever wanted was to spend your life hunting Mermaids, even if their blood is said to grant immortality. The day your captain catches a merman is the worst day of your life. Though, you’re pretty sure it’s only going to get worse.

Pairing: Pre ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 2401

Warnings: None

Prompt: Mermaid AU

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, I've had the idea for this for a while, it just took me a bit to get it down in a way that makes me happy. I hope you like it! Also, I really need to stop writing the summary before I write the story, lol

“So, I gotta ask,” You roll your eyes as you finish tying your bandana over your hair, and then turn to look at one of your bunkmates, “How’d you end up on The Oracle?”

“Palpatine’s order,” You reply simply as you kneel to pull your boots out from under the bunks, “What about you?”

“Same. Though I was pulled from Theeds Prison.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” She pins her hair back, and wraps a bandana around her hair as well, “I was a pickpocket, believe it or not.”

You laugh, “Have you ever been on a ship before?”

“Not in my life.” She flashes a wry grin, “You?”

“I used to serve on The Hush. It’s a fishing trawler.”

“You were a fisherwoman?”

“Yeah. Served on the ship since I was a kid.” You finish pulling your boots on and stand.

“Why’d you get pulled to the Oracle?”

“No one knows these waters better’n me.” You stretch your arms over your head and then grab your waistcoat from your bunk and pull it over the dark shirt you’re wearing, “I was tagged to be the navigator.”

“Alright, lemme ask you a question then, Navi—”

“—Don’t call me that—”

“—do you think there’s any truth to what we were ordered out here to do?” She asks, ignoring your comment.

“You’re asking if I believe in merpeople?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

You fold your arms over your chest, “I think,” You say slowly, “That we know more about the stars than we do about the sea.”

“So you’re saying it’s possible?”

“I’m saying I haven’t seen any proof that they exist.” You sigh, “Honestly, “I think this is a fool's errand. The cap thinks so too. You see the look on his face when he told us what we were here to do.”

“Yeah. He looked annoyed.” Your bunkmate finishes dressing and then follows you out of the berth that you share. The pair of you are two of maybe ten women who are serving on the Oracle, the rest of the crew are all men. “Was the Oracle a fishing vessel too?”

“No. Military.” You lightly rap your knuckles on something pinned to the wall, “Well, military lite.”

“Military lite?” She asks with a smothered laugh.

“Yeah, well,” You move to the side to not get trampled by a much larger sailor, “The Oracle was one of a fleet of ships that would respond to emergencies on the water. You know like ship fires, and the like.”

“Are ship fires common?” She asks as she stops dead in her tracks.

“Keep moving, you’re holding up traffic,” You chide, and then, as she continues chasing after you, “No. Not really. But they do happen. It’s why ships like the Oracle exist.”

“So, what? The Government just took the ship and forced it to be a privateer vessel? Is that allowed?”

You shrug as you hurry up a thin flight of stairs, “Doesn’t matter so much, does it? Cause it’s what happened.” At the top of the stairs you pause, and motion to a hallway, “Galley is there. You’ll do fine.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Cook will teach you. Don’t be afraid.” You watch as the other woman hurries into the galley before you jog through the halls until you reach the bridge. You slide into the navigator’s seat, taking the pencil from the previous guy, and you scan the map.

“Morning, Navi.”

“Why are you all calling me that?” You say with a sigh.

The Captain winks at you, and then turns his gaze out the front window, “You get the new girl settled?”

“Yeah, dropped her off with Cookie.” You reply.

“Good lass, it’s nice of you to take her under your wing.”

You lean back in your seat, and point your pencil at him, “You know she’s a pickpocket, right? From Theeds.”

“Oh, I know.” The captain glances at you, and makes a face, “I’m glad I was able to keep most of my crew, and the majority of the people pulled to The Oracle are from other ships, but some of the people Palpatine gave me are all criminals.”

“What’s he thinking?”

“I don’t think he is.” The Captain scoffs, “Alright, according to the night Captain, they managed to finish searching grid blocks—” He pauses and glances at a sheet next to the helm, “Ah, here it is. Grid blocks 70 to 79.”

“They only searched nine blocks?” You ask as you turn your attention to the map and find the ship’s current location.

“Well, night searches aren’t easy. There is no sunlight, very little moonlight. Probably wanted to be thorough.” The Captain replies.

“Alright, I have to ask. What do you think about this mission we were assigned?”

He’s quiet a moment, “Well. Orders are orders, right? But—” He trails off, “I don’t know, Navi. I grew up on the ocean, the things we don’t know could fill the library of Theeds. Anything’s possible.”

You sigh, “I dunno. It just…If merpeople are real, Cap, it feels like it would be bad luck to catch them.”

“Well, if we’re lucky, we won’t find any and can all return to our regular jobs.” The Captain sighs, “What’s our heading, Navi?”

“Due North, Cap.”

“Alright, adjust course—”

You flicker your gaze down to your map as the Captain rattles off a list of numbers and you promptly mark the ship's location and repeat the numbers to him.

It’s roughly 6 hours later when one of the men casting the nets shouts to stop the Oracle. The Captain slows the ship to a stop and leans his head out the window, “What’s wrong?” He shouts down to his men.

“Net’s stuck, Cap!” The man shouts back, “It…gods above—” The fishing net lifts out of the water, and there, thrashing wildly in the net, is a merman.

The Captain stares at the dark-skinned merman and releases an oath so ugly and bitter that you start. “Mark our location, Navi.”

“Yes, Captain.” You reply, quickly marking the location on the map, and then scrambling to your feet to follow him out of the bridge and to the deck.

The merman is still thrashing wildly, loud and angry curses falling from his lips. You watch as the Captain scans the men and women on the deck, his lips turning down.

“Cap—”

“I know, I’m thinking.” He replies, “Most of the men on deck are mine, or come from other ships.” You scan the people on the deck and know he’s right. Most people on the deck look terrified and are backing away from the net.

The people that aren’t are the ones who Palpatine pulled from prisons.

You inhale sharply as one of the former prisoners picks up a spear and jabs the merman in the fin.

That action causes the Captain to explode. Loud and angry curses fall from his lips as he starts to yell at the former prisoners. You’ve never seen him so angry in your life.

“Navi!” He shouts.

“Captain?”

“Back to the bridge, make sure we don’t drift.” He orders. He flickers two fingers towards you, a hand symbol you know well.

He’s ordering you to lock the doors and pull the curtains as soon as you’re back on the bridge. You don’t take your gaze off of him as you nod, “Yes, Captain.”

You turn and hurry back up to the bridge slamming the door behind you and locking it with a quiet click. You see the Captain watching the bridge as you close the curtains.

There’s silence for a whole minute, and then the shouting starts. Then the alarm bells start ringing, alerting the ship of an attempted mutiny.

Less than fifteen minutes later, there’s a bang on the door, “Navi,” the Captain calls, “We’re all clear, open up.” You stand from your seat and open the door, allowing the Captain back towards the helm.

He’s covered in blood.

“Everything alright, Cap?”

“Yeah. We’re calling it an attempted Mutiny.” He explains, “That or sea madness.”

“You think that’ll work.”

He laughs, “No one wants to face the wrath of the sea, Navi. How are your medical skills?”

“Average.”

“Go tend to the Merman. We’ll be staying put until he’s healed enough to leave.”

“And…the Chancellor?”

The Captain looks you in the eye, “Merpeople aren’t real.”

You flash a wry grin, “Understood.”

You leave the bridge and head back to the deck. Surviving members of the crew are using buckets of salt water to wash the blood off the desk before it dries.

The merman is no longer thrashing around, instead, he looks deeply, deeply amused.

“Alright there, Navi?” The First Mate asks as he uses a broom to push some bloody water back into the ocean.

“Yeah. Captain put me in charge of him, can you lower him to the deck?”

The First Mate laughs, “Probably a good idea. Alright, step back.” You take several large steps back as the First Mate and several of the men move to the winch to lower the net to the deck.

The net falls open and you carefully step over to the merman, “Hello. You can call me Navi, I’m going to take a look at your fin. Is that alright?”

He gazes at you evenly, and then leans his weight back on his hands, “Yeah, alright Navi.” He finally says.

You crouch next to his tail, “And what should I call you?”

“I’m Fives.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Fives.”

“Fraid to say that I don’t agree.”

“No, I would imagine you wouldn’t.” You carefully examine his fin, “It looks like the spear sliced your fin pretty good. I can wrap it, but I’m not sure that’ll help.”

Fives watches you for a moment, and then he smirks “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hm? What do you me—” You yelp in surprise as his scales start to retreat, slowly getting replaced with flesh. And his tail separates into legs. Your jaw drops in shock, and then you yelp again as rough hands shove your bandana over your eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” The First Mate demands, “You can’t go around exposing yourself to young ladies. Use this to cover yourself.” You hear the sound of cloth hitting something, and low laughter, though you’re too busy trying to pry the First Mate’s hands off your head to notice.

“I forgot.” Fives says, laughter in his voice. As you pull your bandana off your eyes, you see a wide grin on his face. “Anyway, Navi, this will this help?”

“Um. Yeah, a bit.” You glance at the injury, “It’s a pretty deep cut, but you shouldn’t need stitches.”

“Wait, wait. I have a question,” The First Mate says, “If Merpeople can make themselves look human, doesn’t that mean that Palpatine’s theory about Merperson blood is a crock of shit?”

Fives bursts into laughter, “Oh, yeah. It’s absolute bullshit.” He grins at the First Mate, “Don’t tell me you believed that?”

“Course not,” You interject, “But orders are orders,” You stand and offer him your hand, “Come on, let’s get you someplace where I can get that cleaned and wrapped.”

Fives takes your hand and allows you to help him to his feet, and then leans his weight on your shoulder, “You know. Maybe I’ll stick around for a bit. At least until I’m healed.” He muses.

“That right?”

“Sure. Not often that I get a pretty lady to dote on me.” He says with a grin.

You roll your eyes, “I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”

“Nope,”

You lead him through the ship until you reach the small infirmary, and motion for him to hop up on the table, “I’m not even sure what the Captain’s going to do next.” You admit.

“Oh?”

“Palpatine isn’t going to give up on this, and yeah, he’s crazier than a bag of squirrels, but he still has a lot of power.”

“What would you do?”

“I’m not the Captain.”

“That wasn’t my question.” Fives points out.

You lean against a counter, “I wouldn’t go back to Naboo. But that’s our home, and this is a Nubian vessel.”

“Well, your Captain did just order the outright slaughter of half the crew.”

“It wasn’t half, there were only 15 people on the ship who were loyal to Palpatine,” You correct him, “And it wasn’t a slaughter. You heard the bell, there was a mutiny.”

Fives snorts out a laugh, “Yeah, alright. Six one way, half a dozen the other.”

You make a face at him and then continue digging around for the medical kit. “Either way, the Captain has to decide what to do. Not me.”

“How’d he feel about me sticking around?”

“That you’d have to ask him.” You counter, “Why’d you wanna stay anyway?”

“I have a thing for pretty girls.” Fives replies with a bright grin.

Your face heats and you busy yourself with searching for the first aid kit, “I’ll talk to him, but he did just lose fifteen members of his crew.” You straighten and flash a small smile at him, “Don’t suppose you have any friends who need a job?”

Fives leans in so his face is close to yours, “As it happens, I do.”

You grin at him, “That right?”

“It is right.”

“What do you want in return?”

“A place on the ship. And your bandana.”

“My bandana?” You ask, amused.

“Have to wear my lady's colors, don’t I?” You laugh and avert your gaze, slightly flustered. But you do pull the bandana off your head and offer it to him.

Fives immediately ties the pale blue bandana around his head and you smile at him.

“Alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll go talk to the Captain. After I patch up your leg.”

“It’s a deal then.” Fives replies, stretching out to let you have access to his leg.

“So it is.”

In the end, Fives invites seven of his brothers to join the crew of The Oracle: Rex, Echo, Jesse, Kix, Tup, Dogma, and Hardcase. And, after much discussion with the crew, The Oracle doesn’t return to Naboo, no longer able to handle how Palpatine treats the Nubian people.

So far as the Nubian people are concerned, The Oracle is lost at sea. However, the sailors of Naboo know the truth. The Oracle is still out there, on patrol, just waiting for Palpatine’s control to slip long enough to swoop in and steal another ship.

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Oneshot request. Fives with a female reader who's a wallflower that doesn't get noticed, and is kind of awkward and shy. Some dialogue prompts to go with it "Sarad, it means flower." and "You were the first person to notice me, really notice me." Can include some mild angst. SFW and no y/n please!

Let’s see what we can do nonny. Hope this was okay ♥️

After Hours

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Fives X F!Reader

word count: 3.1k

You would never believe that the only person to notice you, a shy and shielded worker, was an Arc Trooper who was as loud as anything but with a heart of liquid gold. Maybe he can make work-life just a little more bearable?

warnings: none. Fluff, mild angst. Reader is introverted and often feels isolated. Mentions of soup being a choking hazard. SFW and no mention of y/n. It’s a little rushed and not proofread towards the end.

Masterlist

Being a part of the engineering squad for the GAR was always a dream of yours. Sure, it was not exactly highly paid nor was it extravagant in any way, (your family liked to remind you that you could be better off doing something else) but you take pride in your work.

After all, how often can you casually bring up in conversation that you just repaired a Republic Gunship in just a day?

So here you are at work again, a never ending cycle that despite the pride you have - it was hard. It wasn’t so hard in the fact that you didn’t know what you were doing because you did, but because you were too quiet for your own good.

It’s not like you could help it. As a young child you were always berated by your teachers for not talking in class yet always presenting excellent work. Yet there was that burden at work that you felt lonely. You would always drag yourself to sit alone at tables in the Mess Halls and instead of going out and schmoozing with your colleagues at the end of a long shift, you would retreat to your own barracks and settle yourself down for the night.

You were known and always given the gratification for your work from your leaders yet despite them knowing who you were, they did not know who you are.

Often when you worked you would be lost in your own thoughts. So when you were underneath an Eta-2 that belonged to the General of the 501st, you were none the wiser when you heard something being called out.

For a peculiar moment you thought nothing of it and that it was a Clone Commander calling out some kind of order you didn’t know. But as you feel something kick at your feet, you realise that it was your name being said. It felt very odd for someone, anyone to be saying it which was why you probably had such a delayed reaction.

You pull out from under the starfighter and flip your visor up to see a Clone peering over you, hands tucked behind their back. He wore the same colours as the 501st and judging by the kama and double pauldron you knew he was a Arc Trooper. “Uh, can I help you Trooper?”

You remain looking up at him and he suddenly stills as you speak. He came over to you for a reason and now suddenly everything he was going to say blew right into the air. He’s looking at you, eyes a little tense but there was something endearing to him about the splotches of oil on your face as you watch him with a curious gaze.

“No.”

Oh. You had thought that maybe he had to relay a message from General Skywalker about his ship but instead, this Clone, one you had not spoken to but at closer inspection had seen before was here for no reason.

You stay still on the Creeper, the board you used to easily navigate under ships or any other vehicle and awkwardly twist the screwdriver you had in your hand around. You were growing a little nervous and as you glanced just past his legs you saw two other clones standing by some crates, watching you both.

“Are you pranking me?”

Your words sounded a little sad and the Clone hated that. It sent a horrible panic through his body and he quickly shook his head and apologised. “N-no ma’am! I… I came over because I saw you on your own and was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the Mess Hall for something to eat?”

You blink up at him, dropping the screwdriver on your chest. Why was this happening? You two had never spoken and suddenly he wants to eat lunch with you? Unfortunately for you both, his niceness is not being taken into account and so you declined. You slipped the visor back down and slid back under the ship to continue the work.

He watches you practically slip away and he is half tempted to try and catch your attention but he knows better than to prod and poke.

You hear him retreat and you feel a heavy burden on your shoulders. Your mind is racing with what to do but when you had made your mind up to crawl back out and call out to him, he and his friends had disappeared.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

As the next few days dragged on, that wave of loneliness hit more than ever. You had not particularly noticed it before but ever since that Clone spoke to you, knew your name, and had even asked for your company it had been infesting in your mind like a bad smell.

Someone had actually made an effort with you and you threw it away. Quite rudely in fact. You didn’t give him a reason as to why you declined and you had that horrible feeling that a grudge was now being held on you.

For those few days, you had kept an eye out for the Arc Trooper. You wish you had learned of his name and even been brave enough to ask someone or anyone where he could be but instead you had to do the annoying task of just keeping an eye out. Supposedly you were grateful for the armour being more stand out as living on Kamino was quite difficult when it comes to hunting down Clones.

A klaxon blares out from within the landing docks which means that lunch will now be being served. You throw your oiled and singed rags away and make way quickly to one of the refreshers to wash your hands and face. You grimace at first at your disheveled state and begin to wash away the labours of that morning. You even went ahead and smoothed your hair out more than usual because you were hoping that you may see that Clone. But you had a feeling you had blown your chances of even having a friend… or someone.

Once in the Mess Hall you’re keeping an eye out but over the sea of white plastoid armour, you assumed that the 501st must have been deployed elsewhere. Your shoulders sag in disappointment and plop some greyish unappetising soup into a bowl for you.

You’re looking for somewhere to sit and you spot your fellow colleagues all sitting at a table together and there is plenty of room for you. You’re mind is screaming at you, begging that you walk over and ask to sit with them but your heart had a different idea as your legs carried you to a table on your own. The same sad table you sat at every day. Alone.

You curse at yourself for your shy and awkward self because you swore one of your colleagues had smiled at you, even shifting to the side as a prompt for you to sit by them. But, no.

Playing with your food was always a bad habit of yours and one your parents had told you off for. So with them in your mind, you take a spoonful of soup and place it in your mouth.

In the corner of your eye however, you see a blurred figure. As you turn your head, you eyes widen and ever so gracefully you begin to choke on your food.

The Clone from before stood before you, tray in hand whilst you began spluttering into a napkin.

“Kriff, you alright Sarad?” He comes over to you swiftly, placing a hand on your back and patting it. You’re nodding quickly, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you try your damndest not to cough. It was almost the same when you’re in an exam hall with a dry and tickling throat and you’re doing your best not to cough too much to draw attention.

“Y-yes, sorry.” You stutter once your airway is clear, hand on your chest in slight relief that you almost died to some dull tasting soup.

You quickly stand and the Clone thinks you’re about to make a run for it but you turn to him, hands crossed stiffly across your chest before saying, “I’m sorry about the other day.”

He’s surprised and it’s shown on his face but then he shows you the most handsome smile you had ever seen on a human before. You try to ignore that feeling that just erupted in your heart and focus on what he was saying to you.

“I see no need for the apologies but I am feeling brave today and I wanted to ask if I could instead sit with you? Rather than you sit with me?” He’s charming in the way he talks and it makes you feel warm. This time, you weren’t going to ruin your chances so you nodded, smiling softly.

“I’d like that.”

Judging by the smile that widened even more, he was relieved you had said yes and took a seat across from you and didn't take any interest in the food on his tray.

You realise that you’re stumped for any conversation starters but you were smart enough to know that you should perhaps ask his name.

“So uh, what’s your name?”

“Fives.” He sticks his hand out to you and although he sees the slight reluctance on your features, your hand glosses over his glove and gives it a gentle shake.

“I’d tell you mine but it looks like you already know.” You say, taking a sip of your water as your swore you still had something lodged in your throat. Or maybe it’s because you were struggling to talk to Fives.

He smirks with a nod. “I do. I asked around.” He said it so casually that it didn’t somewhat appear at all creepy.

You grow warm. “Can I ask why?” You ask sheepishly and watch as he leans forward, arms resting on the table.

His gaze is trained on you and it’s almost as if he’s reading you like some ancient text. He had seen you around before and of course, he was attracted. But he often saw how lonely you had looked. Fives was curious, curious to know who you really are.

“I want to know if you’ll let me sit with you?Myself and my brothers have often seen you alone.” He sees you frown a little but he knew that he was only speaking the truth.

“Nice to see my loneliness is obvious.” You mutter but you weren’t bitter at him because it was true.

Fives gives you a reassuring smile and he’s half tempted to reach out and give your hand a comforting squeeze but he refrains for now. “Well, I’m hoping to change that! Tell me something about yourself, Sarad?”

Sarad. You swore he said that to you before but you weren't so sure but you definitely heard it this time. You knew that he knew it wasn’t your name so it was obviously some kind of nickname. You were about to question him about it until that deafening klaxon rang out again.

“Maybe another time?” You look up to him, seeing that he had small disappointment on his features that the conversation had to be cut short and it made you feel good. Like, really good. Someone disappointed to not speak to you?

You don’t realise you were staring until you felt something tapping at your foot. Your cheeks burn all the way up to the tips of your ear as you realise it was him gently prodding at your feet under the table like a pair of young teenagers. “Y-yeah, of course.”

Fives watches you leave, bidding you goodbye and once out of eyeline he silently fist bumps the air in celebration.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Since then, you have seen Fives more often than not. He always had something to say whether it be about the weather here on Kamino which is typically always the same or even about his knowledge on starfighters.

You always found yourself laughing at something he would say, blush when he would pay you such a casual compliment that he thinks wasn’t a big deal. Ever since, you have really come out of your shell. Conversations breezed easily with him but then realisation of possibly liking him scared you.

And he liked you too, a lot.

He was a Clone, a man made for a war you are currently fighting in. It couldn’t work and it pained you. Soon, he will have to go and you will never know when you will see him again. Over the last few days he’s been a safe space for you. Work has been tough? He would listen. You just wanted someone to sit with? He would be by your side. And now he could leave any second. You were scared to be by yourself again and before you could hurt yourself anymore, you had to make a drastic choice.

So, you did the foolish thing of distancing yourself again.

He noticed in an instant when you would make an excuse to go elsewhere and he would follow you like a lost loth-cat, asking what he did wrong. Of course you would say nothing and that you were just busy with work but he had his doubts.

He knows you’re working late tonight as you did every night but after the gruelling two days of missing you he had to get you alone again. So he waited and waited until he finally saw you packing up your things. It’s after hours and all Clones have a curfew but he did not give a single Kriff if he got into trouble. He could leave soon and he had to know if he pushed things too far or made you uncomfortable.

You dust your hands off your pants and wipe the sweat off your brow when you turn to see Fives.

Stilling, your eyes widen when you see him just in his Blacks. He’s toned, clearly, and absolutely beautiful in the dark moonlight of the hangar with the occasional flash of lighting piercing his silhouette. “Can we talk?”

He’s walking to you when he sees you chew on your lower lip, an anxious wave flowing through your blood. “You shouldn’t be here, you could get in trouble.” You try to speak as normally as you can but the waver in your tone blows your cover.

“Screw getting in trouble. I don’t care. I had to see you, sweetheart.” He ignores your way of trying to brush him away. As his body was getting closer and closer and with the nickname he gave you, you tried to hide your face by looking down and hoping your hair would cover how warm you suddenly got.

He stops in front of you, arms folded over his chest and it took all your willpower not to gaze at his arms. If it wasn’t his charm that had you hooked, lined and sinker then his physique was no better. “Are you ignoring me? Have I upset you?”

You take a moment to collect yourself and take a deep breath. Wearing your heart on your sleeve was something you never had to worry about until now. He came along and made you feel every emotion you had not felt in the year you had worked for the Republic. Now is the time to pluck up your courage and speak your mind freely. “No Fives, you haven’t upset me. Quite the opposite.”

His face twists in confusion but ushers you gently to continue.

With enough built up courage, you take a deep breath. “I really, really like you and it scares me.”

Fives eyes widened in pure joy for a mere second but then vanished soon after. “Scared? Why, Sarad?” He takes a step closer, his hands coming up and placing delicately on either side of your arms so your attention is trained on him.

“I’ve never,” you sigh glumly, feeling like a fool for what you’re about to admit, “I’ve never been this close to anyone who isn’t family. I know you’re a Clone and connections like this are not allowed which is why I had to distance myself. I could not cope with the idea of me liking you for it to just go nowhere, y’know?”

The Clone watches you intently as you talk, his fingers ever so gently caressing over your arms but you weren’t finished, “You were the first person to notice me, really notice me. And now you could leave in the next few hours and I could be none the wiser. I’m used to being on my own but since you’ve come into my life I’m so scared that this courage you’ve built in me like a building will just be knocked down.”

By now you’re crying and you don’t care. People didn’t understand what it’s like to hug walls and watch everyone talk with each other apart from you. It was hard for you to engage in conversations in fear of saying something awkward and embarrassing so you avoided it. You hated the feeling of going back to that. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

He’s closed you in against the ship you were working on, head tilted and eyes glazed with something you hadn’t seen before. “Oh princess, you don’t know how much I like you do you?”

You’re a little surprised by both the nickname and confession but mainly the confession. “You do?”

“Of course! I don’t start trying to make conversations with people I don’t like, do I? I wanted to learn so much from you and to just adore you and I have… I do.” He admits and he’s proud to admit it.

“I’ve seen your confidence grow and it’ll never leave you now. I’ve seen you even speak to your colleagues now! It’s little but it’s something.” He sighs in happiness, cupping your cheek with his right hand whilst the other settles down to your waist. “I don’t care what the Republic says about us. I want you, Sarad.” He whispered and his face is so close to yours you can feel him breathing. Warm and beautiful.

You gave in and had to ask, “What does Sarad even mean?” You say sniffling yet you were smiling.

“Sarad,” he says softly, “it means flower.”

Then he’s kissing you.

His lips are like silk and his hold on you is so gentle yet so firm that you could faint in his arms and he’d catch you in an instant. The moan that escapes you is surprising yet also welcomed as you find yourself kissing him back, fingers twirling the hairs at the back of his head.

There was something so alluring about kissing the Arc Trooper in the currently abandoned Hangar, after hours in the full moon light. Rain was pittering and pattering against the ground that drowned out the breathless sighs that echoed around you both.

When he pulls back, you’re both grinning as he takes your face into his grasp and places a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Sarad, my little wallflower.”

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jeankirschteinswifey · 11 months

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Holding Out For A Hero (Fives x Jedi!Reader)

Summary: You’re Master Krell’s current padawan. Never really liking your master, you completely disobey his orders and journey out to Umbara, hoping to find out what the guy has been up to. Along the way, you make a few friends, and maybe help them a bit too ;) (Part 1 of 2)

Warnings: Only slight violence, that's it tho

A/n: this fic is totally inspired by “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Taylor (yes I love 80s music) it’s been a while since my last fic (and I might start cross posting on ao3 soon under the name chirpybirdie)

2023 a/n: I still have not started an ao3 account. And it truly has been a while. Should I? (Kinda lost my game guys this is not my best fic- I'll get better I swear)

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“I told you y/n, you are not coming to assist me. Is that clear?!” Krell yelled at you.

*sigh* “yes master.” You reply, defeated.

“Good. Remain here and train with the others.” You leave, heading to your quarters.

He can’t tell me what to do. I’m 19, i’m not even supposed to be a padawan anymore! I should be leading my own troops, have my own clones to lead! You thought. You walk around for a bit, hoping to catch some air. Than, you caught a glimpse of Krell getting ready to leave from the corner of your eye, and next to it, a small ship, usually used by Jedi masters to lead their troops.

Bingo. You thought, and you ran for it, succesfully sneaking past Krell and heading off to Umbara.

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You land on the planet and see Anakin and your master talking. Realizing you may draw attention to yourself if you remain too long, you climb a tree and get higher ground, seeing the conversation from above.

“Thank you for the air support Master, it was much appreciated. But that’s not why your here is it?” Skywalker says.

“No, General Skywalker, the council has requested you back on Coruscant, effective immediately.”

Huh? But I was just with the council and they never mentioned Skywalker. Maybe it happened after I had left.

“What?? Why?”

“I believe a request was made by the Supreme Chancellor.”

Figures. You think while rolling your eyes.

“Well I cant just leave my men!” Anakin shouts.

“I will be taking over in the interim” Krell responds calmly.

You stopped listening after that, not wanting to even show interest in your master's conversation. Then, you see him. A clone. But he’s a bit different than the rest you’ve seen. He's very confident, he seems to be loyal too, and kinda.... fun? And not to mention his slight facial hair and the fact that he's an arc trooper made you swoon. You come back to reality and realize the troops are heading out and you follow them in the trees, praying you won’t be spotted.

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“FALL BACK!! FALL BACK NOW!” Rex shouts above the gunfire. Shouts of pain are heard from the troopers, falling one by one.

Holy shit. I really wish I could help but if Krell sees me, he’ll punish me for disobeying orders. You think, still watching from the trees. The gunfire had calmed itself as the men held their fire, trying to come up with another plan.

“Fives. Hardcase. I need you to infiltrate the base and get their ships to destroy these things. Use their own technology against them.” You hear Captain Rex order.

“They won’t see it coming sir!” Hardcase says. Fives nods and they headed out.

I should follow them, maybe try to help them too. You think and follow behind.

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"Before this I thought Krell was just crazy, but now, I'm beginning to think he just has it out for clones!" You heard the arc trooper say. You jump down from the tree and stand behind them.

"Yeah that's probably true, maybe the reason why I never got to lead some troopers as the commander alongside him" You say, startling the troopers. They quickly turn around and ready their blasters.

“Hold you fire guys. I’m just here to help” You say. You walk forward and show them your saber, proving your their ally. "I'm a jedi. I'm here to help you guys out."

“What the hell is a jedi doing here? The only one that was supposed to be here was Krell.” Fives snarled.

“We’ll for your information arc trooper, I’m his padawan. Trust me, I don’t like him much either.” You reply, glaring back at him.

God damn he looks good. Even when he's angry. You think.

“You heard that?” Fives asks.

“Yeah…I’ve kinda been listening in the trees this whole time because i’m not technically supposed to be here. ” You say.

“And you look older too, are you sure you’re a padawan?” Hardcase asks.

“Hardcase!” Fives yells.

“What!! Just a question!” Then you heard a comm beep. It was yours. And an incoming message from your master.

“Alright guys. Nice to talk to you. But we should probably get going with your plan." You say.

"But how? We were gonna climb the tree but-"Hardcase starts as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, holding your hands out as you do so.

"What are they doi-" Hardcase starts and suddenly stops as he is jabbed in the ribs by Fives.

"Can it Hardcase, it might be some jedi thing" Fives says, but is soon interrupted as he and Hardcase are lifted into the air, thrown over the fence and plop down onto the ground, groaning in pain. You however, leap over and land flat on your feet.

"How was that for a padawan?" You ask the troopers as they are still groaning in pain. You reach your hand out to help them and Fives gets up first, chuckling slightly at the stunt you pulled.

"I'll admit jedi, that was some stunt you just pulled." He starts.

"Y/n. My name is y/n by the way." You reply.

"Alright. Y/n then. Well, if we're introducing ourselves, my name is Fives, not 'arc trooper'." He says, extending his arm for a handshake. You take it, and give a firm shake, looking into his sultry brown eyes as he smiles back at you. Then, you continue on with the mission.

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Part 2 will be coming shortly!

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ariadnes-red-thread · 1 year

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Aria!! For your follower celebration…

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

And/or

21. “Don’t hold back.”

for Fives 😏

Congratulations babes!! You deserve it!! 🥳🥳

ERIN, MY LOVE!! This ask has CONSUMED me for the last three weeks. Life has been so busy, and I'm sorry it took so long (and I'm sorry to everyone who is still waiting on their asks. THEY WILL HAPPEN, I SWEAR). But I've been working on it, slowly, in every free moment because Fives + those words are EVERYTHING to me. Thank you so much for always being such a lovely friend and supporter. I'm so lucky to have met you here. Hope you enjoy this smutty mess 😏

Pairing: Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning: NSFT *MINORS DNI*, Explicit sexual content, established relationship, Fingering, Oral Sex (female receiving), PiV sex, Soft Dom!Fives if you squint

The hotel room was… luxurious. There was no other word for it. To start, a floor to ceiling window looked out over the rooftops of Coruscant. The moons dazzling in the windows, lit the rest of the bedchamber in a silvery glow and splashed like glittered paint against the dark oak of the other three walls. All other light came from a single, moody chandelier that hung low enough from the vaulted ceiling that it seemed to be dangling from the darkness itself. Pushed up against the wall opposite the window, and occupying most of the room, was a large, round bed, easily bigger than anything you’d ever slept on and likely bigger than your tiny closet of a room on the Venator. It was covered with a plush dark gray duvet and several light gray satin pillows. A full bar was tucked into the dark wood beside the bed, stocked with fine bottles of Corwellian whiskey and Naboo wine, which the kind twi’lek working the front desk of the hotel had informed you were complimentary.

You couldn’t imagine how much Padme had paid for this room and it turned your stomach a little just to consider as you took in all of the fine details. The stay was a gift, she had whispered to you as she pressed the key into your hand during a tight hug after you and her husband had debriefed the Senate on your latest battle. It was a thank you, she quickly and quietly explained, for looking out for Anakin once again. There was also the unspoken connection of shared secrets. You knew she felt for you and Fives. Unlike her and Anakin, with her senatorial suite, you had no refuge, no where for you to relax. It was always stolen moments in dark corners. Still, the cost of it all twisted at you and you frowned, wishing she hadn’t gone through the trouble until your eyes landed on Fives’ face. Then, you realized you would have paid the price yourself, however many credits it was, without even thinking.

The clone stood at the window, his dark eyes glittering in the moonbeam that fell across his face. A soft smile lay on his lips and he stared out over the skyline of the city in silence. From here, the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings on the planet, the neon of the city below twinkled like colorful stars in a far-away galaxy.

You quickly crossed the room to him, wrapping your arms around his core and hugging him from behind as you stood on your toes to peer over his shoulder and share the striking view.

“I’ve never seen it like this.” Fives finally spoke. “Always lookin’ through my HUD or hanging out the side of a gunship or too busy to even look. It’s… almost peaceful.”

You dropped your gaze and pressed a kiss against the warm skin of his neck. The smell of blaster plasma struck you. It wasn’t overpowering but it was a sharp contrast to the woody perfumed scent of the room. It shouldn’t have been surprising. You came here straight from the briefing, throwing on civilian clothes and stuffing your Jedi robes into your satchel in a remote bathroom far away from the more busy halls of the Senate before you rushed to meet Fives in one of your designated, rotating meeting spots. He appeared as you did, out of breath and in wrinkled civilian clothes. While the change of clothes may have helped hide your identities, it did little to free either of you from the grime of the battlefield that still clung to your skin.

You squeezed your boyfriend tightly around the waist before you let go. Turning back towards the room, you spotted an unexplored door near the bed that whispered promises of a bathroom and perhaps even a shower.

Before you could move, Fives’ form spun and out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he dove from his spot by the window into the bed. He let out a revenant groan at the lux mattress as he sunk into its forgiving embrace.

“We’re never leaving here.” He declared. “Tell Padme we’re moving in.”

“I’ll let her know.” You chuckled at the ARC trooper.

Fives rolled onto his side, found your eyes, and patted the duvet next to him. It’s soft surface invitingly gave way under his hand.

“Now come here, mesh’la.” His words were playful, but you could hear promises in the low timbre of his voice.

You wanted nothing more than to have him make good on those unspoken pledges, but the smell of blaster plasma still haunted you.

“I’m going to shower.” You sighed, flashing a sad smile at your boyfriend.

Fives groaned, his head flopping back onto one of the pillows as his face scrunched into a pout.

“You could always join me.”

You smirked at Fives just long enough to watch him lift himself up, and his jaw drop open. Then, with a teasing saunter towards the bathroom, you turned your back to him as you pulled your shirt over your head and cast it aside You waited until you opened the door before you paused for just a moment. Reaching up to the clasp of your bra, you glanced over your shoulder. Fives was sitting up in bed, his spine straight, jaw still hanging, and a dark hunger in his eye. With a wink and a flick of your wrist, you let you bra fall to the floor and pulled the door shut b behind you.

The bathroom was as stunning as the bedroom. White tile and marble covered almost every surface. Two panes of glass - true glass, not transparisteel - encased a corner of the room for the shower. The other two walls and the floor of the shower were dark, semi-polished stone. It was a real water shower, with one head that hung off the wall and another that came down in the middle of the shower. When you swung open the glass door and turned the water on, it cascaded from the ceiling like rain.

You heard the door open. Fives was already behind you and, from the sound of rustle of fabric, quickly shedding his clothing.

His chest pressed against your back, bringing a heat that sent a warmth pooling through your body. His hands gilded around your waist and down the soft skin of your stomach. As his lips found your neck, he unbuttoned the clasp of your pants and let them drop to your ankles, pushing your panties down along with pants.

Fives carefully spun you towards him and you stepped out of the last fabric, kicking them aside. You grinned up at him, expecting your playful boyfriend to be grinning back. Instead, Fives stared down at you with an uncharacteristically faraway look.

“You okay?” You reached up, a palm coming to his cheek.

Fives leaned into your touch as he gave a small nod.

“Just…” His eyes quickly snapped to focus on you. “...feeling lucky.”

You gently tilted his face to you and pressed a soft kiss on his brow

“Me too.” You murmured against his skin before you tugged him, stepping backwards over the lip of the shower. “Now, come on.”

You pulled Fives under the rain of the center head, letting the warm liquid run down your bodies. His lips found yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining and dancing with yours. The water fell over your skin like a chant, reinvigorating your battle-tired body. You both began to awaken, your hands moving slowly over each other’s bodies, exploring the lines you know so well.

Breaking the kiss, you reached for the one of the crystal bottles that sat on the small recessed shelf. Glancing at the labels, you found the hotel’s body wash and emptied a third of the bottle into your hands. You brought your hands to Fives’ wide chest while you created a small lather. You let your palms dance across his body, tracing old scars, trailing along taut muscles, rubbing away the remnants of battle, and, as you trailed your way behind him, massaging the stress from his hard-working limbs. He let out a soft moan at your touch.

“Feels so good, cyare.” Fives muttered, his back to you as you worked a knot in his shoulder. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Not yet,” you promised.

Your hands wrapped around his waist, ghosted down over the ribbed muscles of his stomach and finally found his half-hard member. Fives shuddered as you took him in hand, bucking at your touch. You ran your thumb in slow circles around his tip as you slid your other hand down towards his base.

He leaned back into you with a sigh as his head fell towards his chest, not enough to where you were supporting him but enough to where you knew the havoc that you were wreaking on him. You squeezed gently as you worked him, feeling him throb and pulse under your hand as his cock hardened and leaked.

“That’s enough,” Fives finally hissed through gritted teeth as he firmly wrapped his hands around your wrists and tugged you away from his cock. “My turn.”

Not letting go of your wrists, he spun towards you, crossing your arms over and leaving you at his mercy. He passed your left wrist into his left hand, holding both your arms in his grip. You looked up at the wrecked look on his face and knew he was holding you for his own protection. He wanted this to last and you had brought him to the brink. Fives reach for the soap on its tiny polished perch. Unscrewing the top off with his teeth, he drizzled another third off the bottle over your shoulders and down your chest. Then he pulled you towards him before he released your hands.

His wide, usually rough palms were soft from the water. He pressed them into you, using the soap and the warm liquid to pull the tiredness from your muscles, releasing the stress and ache from your body. His hands reached over you to run down your spine, and then back up and over your shoulders, where he traced his way down your chest. With his long and wide pointer finger, he began to draw small circles along your breast, stopping on to tease your nipple with his knuckle. After the flesh raised underneath his touch, he caught it between his knuckle and his thumb, tugging at your nipple just enough so that it pinched in the sweetest way. Fives chewed on his lip as he watched you sigh and gasp under his ministrations, never breaking eye contact, holding your dark pupils with his blown ones.

His hand finally foraged on, tracing its way through the droplets that ran down your skin. After drawing a line down the etching of your hip, Fives spread his first two fingers and ran them gently along the outside of your lower lips. A small squeak escaped you at his teasing.

“Easy, mesh’la.” Fives flashed a wicked smile. “You’ll get what you need.”

His hands found your hips and he pressed you into the back wall before he fell to his knees. Emerging from the stream of the shower and the touch of the cool stone was a sharp contrast to the warm water and the heat of Fives. Goosebumps spread over your skin at the change and in anticipation. Fives grinned up at you from his knees one more time before he pressed his swollen lips to your hip. He laid one delicate kiss after another along your inner thigh as he moved closer and closer to your aching core. Finally, his tongue found its way between your lips and he circled around your delicate bundle of nerves. You canted your hips at the feeling. He replied with a strong palm to your belly, holding you in place while he dove into your center. Fives lapped wave after wave, his tongue dancing along your lips, delving into your depths, and drawing rapturous designs into your most sensitive skin.

“Fives,” you mumbled his name in between punched-out words of praise. “Feels so-so good.”

Your hand found purchase in his thick curls and he let out a small moan against you as you tugged, reverberating your core. Fives was never shy about his love of praise or how he liked it when you pulled his hair. Two thick fingers ran through your folds, collecting slick. He paused his ministrations for a moment as he sat back on his heel. Fives brought the finger ups to his mouth and gilded them between his lips. Slack-jawed at the gorgeous sight, you still found yourself lightly thrusting into the air, searching for friction as the sudden lack of attention drove you a little mad.

Fives looked up, catching your eye with his wide grin as he pulled the glistening thick fingers form his mouth. The water rained down on him but he still held your stare.

“So sweet,” Fives huffed. “I could drown in your pussy.”

Before you could say anything, his two fingers slid home. You let out a groan at the sudden but needed intrusion. He slowly teased you open, hooking his fingers to find your sweet spongy spot, and then spreading them to prepare you with a promise of more. Each movement brought heat and electricity to your most sensitive spots and you felt a warmth began to collect in the pit of your stomach.

Fives hooked his fingers again as his mouth found your bud, sucking it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. You let out a cry as white began to cloud your vision. You trembled at the edge when, suddenly, Fives pulled his fingers from you.

You wobbled as you let out a wordless cry of protest.

“Please,” You pleaded as you found his eyes again, grinning up at you once more. “Please, Fives.”

He climbed to his feet, chuckling to himself. He pressed a kiss to your nose, an annoying gesture considering how close you had been. When your face twisted into a pout, Fives let out a deep laugh.

“I only want you cumming around my cock tonight, cyare.”

With that, Fives caged you into the stone. He lifted up your leg, hooking it around his hip. Taking himself in his hand, Fives slotted against your entrance. You bit your lip, your frustration forgotten, and you raised your hand to your mouth in anticipation of muffling the pleasure to come.

At the movement, Fives looked up from where your bodies were about to join to your face. He gently pulled the hand you had clasped over your lips from your mouth.

“Don’t hold back.” He gave you a sideways smile before he kissed your palm.

“Fives-” You started to protest.

“No one else is here, mesh’la,” Fives’ voice slipped into the low cantor he got whenever he gave an order. “No vod, no crew, no Jedi, and I want to hear every sound you make.”

Fives reached for your other hand, lifting both arms above your head and pressing them into the stone. The slick, smooth surface on your spine made you shiver again but the warmth of your body quickly won out. The electric feeling stayed though as you felt Fives’ thick head enter you. He let out a long breath as he slowly slid home, opening you up. A hooked, pitched moan left you at the beautiful stretch. Fives’ face fell as he brought his hips flush to yours. He stilled his lower half to let you adjust to his size. For all of his preparations, it was always still a stretch. Foreheads pressed together, you both let out shaky exhales. Fives’ chest heaved as he held himself back. He dropped his head further to pepper kisses along your neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. His hands flexed against the stone, still holding your wrists in place, every bit of him moving except his hips as he waited for you to be ready.

“Okay, okay.” You finally began to rock your own hips against him. “More, please.”

“Anything for you, cyare.”

His reply was low and stilted control, seeing through every syllable. He began to rock into you, slow and steady, pulling moan after moan out of you with every movement of his hips.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Louder, let me hear you.” The words were jutted and breathy against your neck. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

You didn’t. You let him hear everything he never got to hear. You babbled in throaty wanton tones while his length reached into you and pulled out notes that you didn’t know you could sing. You’d never been able to be with him like this, carefree and all ot yourself. It was always hushed and hurried. It was only ever quiet kisses and gasps smothered into palms and shoulders as you both tried not to get caught. Now, you could let him hear every ounce of pleasure he pulled from you, every new centimeter he discovered as you opened up to him. He let go of your wrists, wrapping around your back. Your hands fell to his neck, scrambling both for steadiness and to pull him closer as you melted into his arms.

Then, Fives stilled. Before you could wonder, he pulled himself out, lowered your leg, and spun you to face the wall. You threw your hands out to brace yourself on the stone’s surface, moving in tandem with him like you were still on the battlefield. He entered you again, deeper even than before. One hand came to your chest, holding you against him, while the other snaked its way down your center, finding your swollen mound. Every thrust keened you further up into his chest until the line where you ended and Fives began started to blur. Water flowed over him down onto you in a perfect river, winding but endless. His lips found your neck again where he pressed hard, sloppy kisses and murmured words that you could barely hear over your own sinful moans and sobs. Fives took your earlobe into his teeth, biting down as he let out a warm breath. Your whole body began to shake as he pressed rhythmic circles into your center while he fucked you furiously. With a final cry of his name, you came.

Fives’ hips staccatoed as he chased his own high. A warmth flooded you as he finished, collapsing into your back while still holding you up on weak legs. Quickly he straightened, pulling you up with him, and gathering you into his chest. Soft kisses were bestrewn over your skin. You dazed in his arms as he washed you another time, cleaning your lower half.

You let Fives turn off the shower and wrap you in a lush, white towel before he guided you to bed. Climbing in behind you, he pulled you into his broad chest and wrapped you up in his arms. Your eyes began to flutter as weariness overtook you. You could feel Fives’ breath become rhythmic against your shoulder as you drifted into your own dreams. There, under the loving gaze of the moons, you both found peace.

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knightprincess · 4 months

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Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 19

Words: 2K Warnings: None - Does mention Clone Rebellion Pronouns used: She/Her - (Y/N) and (Y/L/N) also used

"Calm yourself, Echo," called Rex as he put the freighter he shared with the Arc Trooper and Gregor on autopilot. "Wolffe won't let anything happen to her, whether they're together or not," added the great captain, swiveling the pilot's chair around to face his companions, noticing Gregor seemed preoccupied with something.

"She's with him," confidently replied Gregor, throwing his feet on the dashboard as he leaned back and relaxed a little more, a grin appearing across his lips mere moments later. "Didn't you hear?" asked the Commando, not wording he'd recognize Snap's giggle anywhere, especially when he purposely wound up Wolffe.

"How do you know it was (Y/N) and not some civvie Wolffe picked up?" asked Echo, almost as if he assumed Wolffe was similar to Fives and Jesse, even Gregor himself, when it comes to the charm and ladies. His question only served to amuse Gregor, who loudly laughed while Rex shook his head as if trying to rid himself of unwanted mental images.

"Wolffe ..." started Rex with a sigh before stopping, almost as if he searched for the right words. "He doesn't trust those outside of his circle, especially civvies..." continued the great captain, recalling the times in 79's when Wolffe had been somewhat relaxed but still on guard. "After the judgment and fear he received because of his eye, he grew colder to outsiders," explained Rex, trying to word the explanation in the kindest ways possible, determined not to offend the Commander even if he wasn't there.

"Upon my return from The Void, I was assigned as her protector alongside Gruffles; I'd recognize her laughter anywhere," answered Gregor, once again nicknaming Wolffe, similar to how he'd nicknamed others around him based on their personality and his knowledge of them. "Plus, we have Cody's account; that has to count for something," he added, returning his gaze to the ordinary colors of hyperspace, almost welcoming the distraction despite knowing it wouldn't last long.

"You'll see her soon enough. I'm sure Snap will be just as thrilled to see you as you are for her," spoke Rex, changing the subject to the impending reunion once more, almost seeing the irony. The scenario was almost an exact repeat of before, except now it was just Rex himself and Gregor instead of Clone Force 99, General Skywalker, and Rex. Instead of returning to a military base of operations on Anaxes, Snap is within the ranks of the GAR, serving with the 501st. Now, she was touring the length of the galaxy with Wolffe, hiding from the empire and their unknown desires and motivations.

"I'll tell her about her family," voiced Gregor, seemingly lost in the swirls of hyperspace, although it was clear he was thinking of an impending reunion too. Rex and Echo glanced at each other, both still debating if it was a good idea to tell her Devika was the only family she truly had left. Octavius and Isolde had both been killed at the end of the war, and (Y/N)'s parents and other immediate family members had been killed not long after for one reason or another. Her parents vocally protested what happened at the Military Base. The others for trying to protect both Snap and Devika. "Good idea or not, Snap deserves to know the truth. It's better it comes from someone she trusts than allowing the imps to weaponize it."

"Where is Devika now?" asked Echo, recalling the younger woman with a love for politics. Despite everything, she stood as a fighter for Clone Rights alongside senators Chuchi, Organa, and Mon Mathma. "I don't recall seeing her around the senate building," added the Arc Trooper, concern beginning to flood his voice, even more so when Omega had mentioned some she'd met when with Riyo.

"The Queen of Naboo extended an invitation to her, she's been helping survives of the purge get away and hide" replied Rex, recalling briefly meeting the young politician when on Naboo before, at first he thought she was (Y/N), the two being almost identical. "The queen keeps her protected until the times right for her to return to the Senate, likely as a fully-fledged senator," added the great captain, hearing Gregor chuckle, noticing something few others seemed to recognize.

"I wonder if they did that on purpose?" questioned Gregor, purposely being vague with his line of thought. Another chuckle fled his lips mere moments later upon glancing at Echo and Rex, seeing the confusion written across their features. "Snap and Wolffe running across the galaxy is distracting the imps to the point they haven't even realized Devika is probably the bigger threat. One refuses to give the empire what they want out of sheer stubbornness, and the other is basically building a rebellion," explained the Commando, seeing the irony in the situation. Almost as if the (Y/L/N) sisters had used the divide and conquer tactic against the empire.

"If that was planned, they're doing a good job at it," replied Echo, a proud grin coming to his lips, even more so when their plan seemed to be working. "Tech would be proud," laughed the Arc Trooper, thinking of how Tech and the rest of the Bad Batch would respond.

"So would the rest of the boys," added Rex, knowing all their brothers would be proud of what the (Y/L/N) sisters had managed to do, even if it was unintentional. "And General Skywalker," he added, thinking of the unorthodox Jedi Knight he'd served under for the entirety of the war. Deep down, Rex liked to think the General would be pleased his creative thinking had rubbed off the civvie medic and the senator. "I think Senator Amidala would be proud too; I'm sure if she was still here, she'd be doing as Devika is now," sorrowfully added Rex, sadness glimmering in his eyes to think of all those lost at the end of the war for various reasons.

"Speaking of planned things," started Gregor, pulling his feet from the dashboard, being careful not to catch any buttons and leavers. "How do you plan to sway old Wolffee to join your rebellion?" curiously worded the Commando, suspecting it would be no easy feat to convince the Commander to join the ranks of the growing clone rebellion. "And the rest of Clone Force 99?" he added with haste, suspecting Rex had a plan to convince the three remaining lads of the Bad Batch to join them.

"Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker have Omega to think about; her safety is the number one priority for them," voiced Rex, acknowledging in order for the rest of the bad batch to fight, they would have to be sure Omega would be protected. "As for Wolffe, it shouldn't be much trouble; convincing Snap will be far harder," he replied, knowing the plan Cody had thought of would certainly help, but it relied on (Y/N) and put her in more danger than she was already in. It involved putting her into the heart of the empire's secret goings-on.

"Convince Snap of what?" asked Echo, quickly deciphering he wasn't going to like the answer. Still, he pushed the growing fear and judgment of the situation aside to listen with a clear mind. Rex could only sigh, whereas Gregor clearly displayed his disagreement with Cody's plan; even if it would help them, he was still insistent it wasn't worth the risk.

"Before Cody went looking for General Kenobi, he shared a plan with Rex. It would help with the rebellion and freeing our brothers, but it will also put (Y/N) in the heart of all the danger," worded Gregor, displeasure dripping from his normally smooth voice as he slumped back into the co-pilot chair he'd occupied as if protesting against the idea once again.

"We know clones within the imperial ranks and prisons are disappearing. They're transferred to a secret facility somewhere and never heard from or mentioned again. Cody theorized they were doing experiments on them, he'd heard whispers of a top secret project, Death or Dark Troopers" wearily began Rex as if he was doubting his own judgement for agreeing with the idea in the first place. It was dangerous, and (Y/N) was no soldier, "Snap was supposed to be transferred to the Advanced Science Division when the war ended, but Wolffe, with help from Fox, got to her first. The Science Division is also involved in the disappearances; at first, I thought it was a coincidence, but the more time that passes, the more I believe whoever runs the division had a purpose for wanting (Y/N)," added Rex, sighing as the truth was slowly dawning on him, why the empire wanted to send Snap to such as place.

"To use her as a weapon against us," voiced Gregor, pointing out the obvious answer as well as displaying his disagreement with practically handing Snap to the Science Division on a silver platter. "We clones are loyal to her. We're her army. Who better to use against us?" added the Commando, thinking like the enemy to come to the only logical answer there was. Snap wasn't going to join the empire willingly; the imperials knew it, so her purpose was to be a tool, leverage to force clones to do what the imperials wanted.

"I agree with Gregor," stated Echo, not willing to put Snap in danger, especially if there was another way to get what they needed without taking such a risk. "I know (Y/N) would be willing to do this, especially if it meant furthering something she believed in, but I couldn't bear it if she were hurt or killed. I almost lost her once; I can't take that risk knowing this time she might not come back," added the Arc Trooper for once, listening to his heart rather than his head. Finally, he admitted how it felt being parted from Snap for almost a year, how it felt like he had lost her. He'd already mourned what could have been had the war ended differently, mourned the life he could have shared with her. He didn't want to go through the grief of actually losing her, as he had done with so many brothers, as he had done with Fives and Jesse, and so many others.

"Told you," victoriously spoke Gregor. "Old Wolffee isn't gonna be a walk in the park either."

"And if Snap agrees to the plan?" asked Rex, knowing the opinions of his brothers mattered, but so did (Y/N)'s. What would they do if she agreed to do as Cody suggested? What would any of them do if she willingly joined the Advanced Science Division as a mole? "I know Wolffe would protest, but he'd also do what he could to protect her, even if that meant telling her she's an idiot," added the great Captain, recognizing the danger and Wolffe protesting. After all, protecting Snap was the only duty Wolffe likely felt he had left; there was little doubt the Commander wouldn't be so quick to let it go, especially if he were aware the civvie medic still needed him as much as he needed her.

"I would reluctantly agree. I know better than to argue back with her," quietly replied Gregor, as if he were a cadet again being scolded on Kamino. After all, he was well aware it was pointless trying to convince Snap not to do something, especially if she'd already made her mind up about it. "I'd do everything in my power to make sure she's as safe as possible and has the support needed to complete her mission."

"I would say try and convince her otherwise, but I know she's more stubborn than a Rancor at feeding time," commented Echo, knowing his Civvie Medic could be far more determined and stubborn than the best of soldiers. She could be more savvy than the politicians in the Senate if she had to be, and she was as fearless as the Jedi once were. But that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of losing her; they'd both survived one war, but there was no guarantee they would survive another; the Empire was far crueler than both the republic and the separatists combined, cold and ruthless when it came to dealing with their enemies.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Fives x Virgin Fem!Reader-Smut Short Fic - Part 2/2 I've Got So Much Love For You

Warnings: Smut/18+/Soft Dirty Talk/Oral/PiV

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PART 1

Sorry this took me so long

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Fives slowly undresses you, then himself. He smiles at you.

"You're beautiful," he says dreamily.

The words go down like oil.

His fingers glide gently over your bare skin, careful, loving, exploring. His lips follow his fingers. The touch is so warm, so soft, so exciting. Just the fact that you're both naked and so physically close to each other right now quickens your pulse.

Fives is gorgeous. His body a feast for the eyes, hard muscles under tanned skin, broad shoulders, strong yet so gentle hands.

"Do you have any preferences when you touch yourself?" he asks gently.

You blink and look at him helplessly.

"I'm afraid I've never done that either".

He pauses, looking at you puzzled.

"Really never before? You're sure? That seems unlikely to me. Is there a reason for that?"

You shrug helplessly.

"No not really."

"Hmm. Well, let's find out together what gets you going," he says with a smile.

You're glad he's not making a drama out of it. Fives accepts the situation as it is, accepts you as you are.

His fingers continue to glide over your body, caressing every tender piece of skin. Every curve traced and admired. Fives really makes you feel beautiful and desirable.

He keeps working his way to your most sensitive spots, but doesn't touch them yet. By now, anticipation is throbbing in your nerve endings and you bite your lower lip. He lay down and you watch him in surprise, almost startled, as suddenly it is not his knees but his shoulders that are between your thighs and his face so close to your pubic that you felt his breath tickling over your wet folds.

Heat rose in your cheeks, you had heard of such things, suspecting what he is up to, but you are not sure. So nervous and longing at the same time. You know you want to feel his touch everywhere, but you don't really know what to expect. When his lips and tongue finally touch you so intimately, it feels completely different than expected. Much more intense, so soft and warm and tingling. He begins to lick your your sensitive entrance while his fingertips gathered a bit of your arousel. Using it as lube, he begins to massage your clit.

Your fingers claw into the sheet, almost as if you are holding on for dear life. Your thighs begin to tremble with aroused tension, as his tongue alternates between circling your entrance and shortly after thrusting into your pussy while his fingertips steadily caress your pearl. There is a pulse in your stomach, it feels like everything is tingling and it feels so relieving, yet tense

The tension inside you building abruptly, so quickly that you can hardly think, everything tingling and tickling.

"F-Fives... I think somethings h-happening."

He hums softly and the vibration tips you over the edge in surprise, that pulse in your stomach disolves. Your orgasm feels like a pop in your slit, crashes over you like a giant wave, ebbing away with a gentle tickle, down to your curling toes with a little yelp.

Breathless you try to sort out your thoughts.

Fives let's go of you, and kneels between your thighs again. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at you with a wide grin.

"You okay? Was it fun?" he want's to know.

"Indescribable. I knew orgasms are supposed to be intense and well, pleasure... but I don't even know how to describe this", you say under your breath.

He grins. Slowly bends down until he is lying over you, his hard length resting between your two bodies on your pubic.

„My pretty girl“, he hums softly „Can't wait to melt into you, Cyar'ika“

Your pulse begins to race again. He is big and thick, it is just hard to imagine how he would fit down there.

As if he had read your mind he says gently, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. But if you do, I'll be gentle, we will take our time, bit by bit. I'm in no hurry, Darlin'. I'll make sure you don't miss out."

For a moment you are unsettled, a slight flutter in your stomach. Your heart beats up to your throat. But there is still the reverberation of your orgasm, a gentle pulse between your thighs and you want Fives so much, words would fail to describe your longing.

"I want to try it, Fives"

"That's my girl" he says with a satisfied smile, guiding his tip to your entrance and pushing very gently, just the tip in for now, a very small bit. But even that you already feel quite clearly, but it's not painful, it is just new and strange.

He leans down forward, kisses your shoulder, your collar bone and murmures at your skin.

"Just relax, Don't see me as an intruder. I'm here to make you feel good“

You take a deep shaky breath and he pushes forward another tiny bit. The stretching is intense. You start to tremble and Fives stops. He kisses your shoulder and neck, softly, waiting.

"You are doing so very well. My sweet girl" he says and kisses your neck " Breathe deeply, relax, think of the feeling of my fingers on your clit, my tongue in your pussy"

Your face is glowing hot, but you immediately feel new arousal shooting into your cleft and new moisture forming inside of it, easing the friction.

Fives smiles at you, kisses your chin, the corner of your mouth.

"That's it, Mesh'la, that's it".

He pushes forward another tiny bit and you have to suppresse the urge to stiffen and tense again.

Fives cooes, "Good girl, almost there"

When he is finally completely absorbed in you, he stops. You can feel his cock pulsing and you feel so incredibly full, he fills you completely to the brim.

"See? All in," he says with a soft, little chuckle "Wasn't so hard, was it? You did so good for me, Mesh'la"

Fives kisses your shoulder, chin, neck, gently bites your earlobe playfully and whisperes "You feel so amazing my love, so so good, all warm and tight and perfect"

You shiver under his words and touch.

As he begins to move slowly, it feels strange, so foreign but also welcome in an inexplicable way. He touches you as deeply as no one had ever touched you before, not even you yourself. This is so close, so personal, so intense. You know you love Fives.

He carefully changes the angle until his pubic bone rubs over your pearl and the arousal you crave finally arises. You moan deeply, without thinking, it just feels so good.

Fives smiles, "Guess I got the right angle".

He begins to move faster, his arms wrapped around you, his face at your neck, inhaling your scent.

„Feels so good“ you moan softly „Oh Fives... so good“

Fives moans, increasing the pace, taking you a little harder and faster, and your fingernails begin to scrape across his back, not hard enough to leave scratches but enough for him to feel you are all in.

"You really like this?"

"Yes," you moan.

"You feel good?"

"Yes I do"

"My sweet Mesh'la. You are mine now, you know that right? I'm going to cum inside you, and mark you for me. No one else gets to melt with you like this" His deep voice sounds soft and yet so demanding. You have no objections.

"Yes, please..."

You cling to his body, every one of your muscles taut, your pussy clenches arround his cock, making him moan.

Your whole body trembles as his fierce thrusts and the friction between your bodies pushes you over the edge again.

Fives moans, sits up, grabs your hips firmly, pulling you a bit up on his lap. „Such a good girl, doing so damn good for me“, he presses out and starts moving inside you again.

His hips snap back and forth fast, his cock plowing your super wet pussy, making lewd noises that makes heat creep up your cheeks.

The room is filling with his panting, his cock working inside your super wet pussy. You look up at him in fascination at how the muscles tighten under his tanned skin as he cums with a deep long, growl inside you, filling your cleft with his seed. He thrusts into you a couple more times, only to hear the obscene sound of your filled pussy and finally shows you a grin.

Breathing heavily, he slowly releases your hips from his grip and loweres you back onto the bed. Very carefully. „How are you feeling?“, he want's to know, leaning over you, softly kissing your cheek.

„Satisfied... happy... dizzy and kinda tingly“

Fives chuckles, „You are way too cute, you know that right?“

You shrug with a shy smile.

„Fives?“

„Yes, Mesh'la?“

"I really enjoyed this a lot...I'm sure there's a lot more you can show me, right?" you ask, a little bashfully.

He laughs out loud then says softly,"You bet there is. Hmm, give me ten minutes and I'll show you more, Mesh'la."

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ktrivia · 2 years

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A Sniper’s Competition (Crosshair x Reader)

Summary:

Author’s note:

Hi everyone! You’re welcome in advance because this chapter is almost pure fluff! There is a teensy bit of spice and smutty discussion, but not too much! Please let me know what you think because it really does motivate me to keep writing this story and I have so many ideas for it!

Enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 12

“She’ll wake up soon,” a familiar voice reassured. I could feel a hand caress over my cheek, holding my face gently.

“You’re sure?” A harsher voice asked. Even though the tone was cruel, the voice itself made me comfortable. Safe.

“I know you don’t think highly of me, but I do know what I’m talking about when it comes to the force. She’ll be fine,” The familiar voice chided, not rising to meet the simmering anger in the man touching me.

“I’m holding you to that,” the comforting voice snarled as his other hand stroked over my hair. It wasn’t long until the voices faded and only silence filled the void again.

When my eyes opened, they ignited a piercing headache. A groan left me and I squeezed them shut immediately, not wanting to see the light around me.

“What hurts?” Rex asked, his steady voice nearby.

“Head,” I grunted out. “Too much light.”

I heard purposeful footsteps move away and then a switch flipped. Even through my lids, I could tell the lights had been dimmed. I cracked open one eye and saw the only light in the bunk room now came from one of the top bunks across from me. It allowed for enough light to see, but wasn’t enough to trigger another piercing headache.

As I normally did after an injury, I mentally checked in with my body, making sure there weren’t significant issues like severed limb or something equally as traumatic. I noted that my upper armor had been removed, tight blacks all that remained. No wonder I was so comfortable.

I thanked Rex and moved to sit up once I realized I was physically ok, but he pressed his hand to my shoulder and pushed me back down.

“You overdid it with the force and you need to rest. General’s orders,” He reported, eyes scanning me for any other signs of injury.

“Tell Skywalker I don’t like being told what to do,” I muttered, but conceded, relaxing into the bunk. A warm comforting smell wrapped around me from the sheets. It smelled earthen, with a hint of manly soap.

“I’ve heard you and Cody going at it enough times to know that’s not true at all,” Rex muttered. I gasped in faux shock.

“Did you just make a joke about my sex life, Rex?”

“Only because you’re injured,” he answered with a small smirk. “Never again.”

I reached over and grabbed his hand, both of our faces softened as the laughter between us died down.

“Echo told us you collapsed,” Rex said, terror clear in his voice. “We came out and saw you just lying there, dead to the world as he tried to wake you up. Thankfully, the General figured out what was wrong with you pretty quickly. I thought Crosshair was going to throttle poor Echo.”

“He what?” I questioned in shock.

“Oh yeah. Crosshair had murder in his eyes when he saw you like that. Carried you back in here himself. Wouldn’t let Anakin keep an eye on you in the cockpit. Walked right on back here and put you in his bunk. He told us we could help you from back here where you’d be more comfortable.”

I was in Crosshair’s bunk. The enticing smell that encompassed me was his scent. I inhaled deeply, filling my senses with it.

“I don’t know how I feel about you two doing whatever it is you’re doing,” Rex said, drawing my attention back to him. “But that man cares about you.”

“Don’t go all big brother on me now, Rex,” I joked. He cracked a smile before conceding. He filled me in on the events of the last few hours and told me we still had a ways to go in hyperspace. He got up to leave and I quickly made a request.

“Can you tell Crosshair I’m awake and send him back here. That is if Hunter hasn’t told him already.”

Rex agreed and left the back area, door shutting behind him. The room was quiet and only soft voices could be heard from the cockpit. If I had to guess, most of the men were probably asleep, the mission having had taken a physical toll on them.

The door whooshed open and Crosshair crossed the threshold, but he didn’t move any further into the room as it closed behind him.

“You wanted to see me?” He asked, voice monotone. I wanted to reach out with the force, to see what exact emotions were swirling around him, but even thinking of it made the splitting pain in my skull return. Scooting over in the bunk towards the wall, I took a chance and patted the now empty space next to me.

“Get your ass over here and hold me.”

My demand held little force, more a request than anything, and his amber eyes met mine. Watching. Waiting. Assessing.

I thought I had misread the situation after he didn’t move for a moment. Maybe he’d turn around and leave. Without the force, I was blind to his true feelings.

He took one step forward before stopping and looking down at his feet. A massive sigh left him and his shoulders slumped slightly before he marched over to the edge of the bed. In full armor, he laid down next to me. He reached over to pull me to him, but he paused, a question in his eyes.

“I’m ok. Just a bad headache.” I assured. His arms circled around me and pulled me against his chest as his face buried into my hair, breathing me in. I tried to pull back some to see his face, but he only held me tighter.

“I’m ok Crosshair,” I mumbled into his armored chest. “But I won’t be if you suffocate me against this plastoid.”

He let out an annoyed sigh before easing his grip. I backed up just enough to be able to look into his eyes. My hand found its way to his cheek, holding his face in my hand as his lids drifted shut at the sensation. Emotions swirled through me as I watched him. I had known him for such a short time, but I felt something for this man. Maybe it was a connection or maybe it was just the war raging throughout the galaxy, but I felt an urgency to know him. To bond and connect.

My grip tightened a bit on his face as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. This wasn’t like our previous kisses. This was unhurried and gentle. There were no clashing teeth or fights for dominance, just a never seen before softness.

When I pulled away, it wasn’t far. Our breath mingled as we held each other.

“I was… worried,” Crosshair said slowly.

“That took a lot for you to say didn’t it?” I questioned seriously. I hadn’t realized how much I depended on the force to read the world around me, but it felt like I was missing a limb at the moment.

“Yes,” Crosshair ground out. I massaged the tension between his eyebrows until it relaxed, the small wrinkle smoothing.

“I’m here and I’ll be fine,” I reassured. “But I’d be even better if you took off that chest plate.”

Even in the dim lighting, I could see his eyes roll.

“Just trying to get me out of my clothes now,” He muttered before letting me go, rolling onto his back, and undoing the clips. The second he had the armor off of his upper half, I scooched closer again. I laid my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso. His lips pressed against my forehead gently. The feel of his warmth encompassing me relaxed me so much I began to doze as his fingers trailed patterns across my back.

“Go to sleep Crosshair,” I mumbled before I fell asleep fully.

“I will Mesh’la.”

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I don’t know how long I stayed asleep, but I woke up sweating. Crosshair was a damned furnace and his arms held me tightly to his chest. I assumed the ship was still in hyperspace. The heat was uncomfortable and stifling, plus I really had to pee.

I attempted to disentangle myself from Cross’s grasp, but he held firm. I was considering waking up when the door quietly whooshed open and Hunter walked into the bunk room. He took one look at me and I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

“I swear to the maker Hunter, I will take that Bandana and choke you with it,” I threatened.

“I can feel you sweating from here,” he said, trying to school his features. “Need some help?”

“Please,” I groaned quietly. Without warning, Hunter smacked a hand against the back of Crosshair’s head, startling him awake.

“Kriff,” Crosshair cursed, glaring at Hunter once he realized there wasn’t an immediate threat.

“Well, I could have done that,” I grumbled as I darted out of Crosshair’s now lax grip. Thankfully, only a minor headache occurred as I moved, but the inability to sense the force still lingered. I could hear Crosshair asking what was going on to which I only called back;

“‘Fresher!”

After getting some much needed relief, I padded back into the bunks to see Cross sitting upright on the edge of his bunk talking to Hunter who sat on the one across from him. They went quiet as I approached and Crosshair held out his hand to me. I thought I hid my surprise at the gesture well, but Hunter gave me a knowing look. Man might as well have had the force with the effects those enhanced senses had.

I slid my hand into Crosshair’s and let him pull me down next to him, his arm sliding around my waist and holding me close.

“You look better,” Hunter offered. “Looked a bit like death when we found you.”

The arm around me squeezed a bit at Hunter’s words, clearly uncomfortable with the memory.

“I feel better. Just a little bit of a headache,” I replied. Hunter’s expression changed.

“That’s not all though is it? It feels like there’s a lack of something coming from you. You normally send out a vibration like the General’s, just not as strong. But I don’t even feel that right now.”

“I know,” I conceded. “I need to talk to Anakin about it.”

Glancing up at Crosshair, I could see his jaw had clenched when he realized we were talking about the force. I still didn’t understand what about the Jedi gave him such a visceral reaction at the mere mention of them.

“Do you want me to go get him for you?” Hunter offered. I considered it, but didn’t want to deal with another explosion from Crosshair over Anakin being around. I’d deal with his possessive bullshit another time when things weren’t as tense.

“I’ll come out in a few and check in with him, but thank you.”

Hunter stood with a nod and left. Cross was still tense next to me and I tried to distract him by poking him in the side. He grunted and turned a grumpy glare to me.

“I bet you I shot more droids than you,” I bragged. He quickly caught on that I was referencing our bet from earlier.

“How many?” He questioned.

“47,” I answered with a severe lack of humility. He lips moved into a full blown smirk.

“48.”

“There’s no way,” I argued, standing quickly. “And even if you did get one more than me it doesn’t matter. I took out a super droid. That counts for bonus points.”

His laugh filled the room and it made my heart lighter.

“That’s not how this works and you know it,” he said before his tone lowered and turned a bit husky. “Now about that favor…”

“Did you want something from me, Crosshair?” I asked, stepping between his knees and looking down at him from where I stood. He grabbed me and pulled as close as he could before twining his fingers into my hair and pulling my face down to his. Our lips crashed together and there was none of the sweetness from earlier there. Only need.

When I was gasping for breath and eager for more, he pulled away.

“You want to know my favor, doll?” He asked as his lips moved to my ear, teeth nipped against the lobe. I shivered as his breath brushed against my neck. All I could do was nod in response.

“You gotta use your words,” he taunted.

“Please tell me the favor, Cross,” I groaned as his tongue licked across my neck.

“I want you on your knees with those gorgeous lips around my cock,” he whispered. Without question, I began lowering myself, but he stopped me. There was a softness in his gaze that I hadn’t been expecting.

“But not now,” he said, the earlier heat mostly gone from his voice. “Right now you need to go talk to the jetii about what’s wrong with you. I don’t like the idea of you being in pain.”

“Oh come on Cross,” I whined, eager to get back to what we had been doing. “I’m not in pain, just uncomfortable.”

He leveled me with a serious look.

“The next time I’m in bed with you, I want you thinking about nothing but what I’m doing to you. I don’t want you worrying and I don’t want you remotely ‘uncomfortable.’ Just moaning my name without reservation.”

I balked at him. My mind was sorting between the warring heat and also consideration in his words.

“Yeah, ok.” I conceded with a gulp. “I can definitely agree to that.”

I turned away from him and began moving to the door, knowing if I stayed, I’d try and jump him again. He called my name when I was about to press the button to open the door.

“I want to try this,” he blurted out.

“Try what?” I prompted. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, but I had no way to confirm it.

“Us. I want to try us being an us. You know, together.”

I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my face.

“I’d like that, Cross. I’d like that a lot,” I told him. “We’d need to talk about it more though. You know that, right?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about it now. I want you to figure out what’s wrong with you so you can get better.”

My heart tightened and I couldn’t help it as I made my way over to him and tilted his face back up to me. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a moment as I cherished the feel of his skin under my lips.

Without another word, I turned and left the room.

“She’ll wake up soon,” a familiar voice reassured. I could feel a hand caress over my cheek, holding my face gently.

“You’re sure?” A harsher voice asked. Even though the tone was cruel, the voice itself made me comfortable. Safe.

“I’m holding you to that,” the comforting voice snarled as his other hand stroked over my hair. It wasn’t long until the voices faded and only silence filled the void again.

When my eyes opened, they ignited a piercing headache. A groan left me and I squeezed them shut immediately, not wanting to see the light around me.

“What hurts?” Rex asked, his steady voice nearby.

“Head,” I grunted out. “Too much light.”

I thanked Rex and moved to sit up once I realized I was physically ok, but he pressed his hand to my shoulder and pushed me back down.

“You overdid it with the force and you need to rest. General’s orders,” He reported, eyes scanning me for any other signs of injury.

“I’ve heard you and Cody going at it enough times to know that’s not true at all,” Rex muttered. I gasped in faux shock.

“Did you just make a joke about my sex life, Rex?”

“Only because you’re injured,” he answered with a small smirk. “Never again.”

I reached over and grabbed his hand, both of our faces softened as the laughter between us died down.

“He what?” I questioned in shock.

I was in Crosshair’s bunk. The enticing smell that encompassed me was his scent. I inhaled deeply, filling my senses with it.

“I don’t know how I feel about you two doing whatever it is you’re doing,” Rex said, drawing my attention back to him. “But that man cares about you.”

“Can you tell Crosshair I’m awake and send him back here. That is if Hunter hasn’t told him already.”

The door whooshed open and Crosshair crossed the threshold, but he didn’t move any further into the room as it closed behind him.

“Get your ass over here and hold me.”

My demand held little force, more a request than anything, and his amber eyes met mine. Watching. Waiting. Assessing.

I thought I had misread the situation after he didn’t move for a moment. Maybe he’d turn around and leave. Without the force, I was blind to his true feelings.

“I’m ok Crosshair,” I mumbled into his armored chest. “But I won’t be if you suffocate me against this plastoid.”

When I pulled away, it wasn’t far. Our breath mingled as we held each other.

“I was… worried,” Crosshair said slowly.

“Yes,” Crosshair ground out. I massaged the tension between his eyebrows until it relaxed, the small wrinkle smoothing.

“I’m here and I’ll be fine,” I reassured. “But I’d be even better if you took off that chest plate.”

Even in the dim lighting, I could see his eyes roll.

“Go to sleep Crosshair,” I mumbled before I fell asleep fully.

“I will Mesh’la.”

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“I swear to the maker Hunter, I will take that Bandana and choke you with it,” I threatened.

“I can feel you sweating from here,” he said, trying to school his features. “Need some help?”

“Please,” I groaned quietly. Without warning, Hunter smacked a hand against the back of Crosshair’s head, startling him awake.

“Kriff,” Crosshair cursed, glaring at Hunter once he realized there wasn’t an immediate threat.

“‘Fresher!”

I slid my hand into Crosshair’s and let him pull me down next to him, his arm sliding around my waist and holding me close.

“You look better,” Hunter offered. “Looked a bit like death when we found you.”

The arm around me squeezed a bit at Hunter’s words, clearly uncomfortable with the memory.

“I feel better. Just a little bit of a headache,” I replied. Hunter’s expression changed.

“I know,” I conceded. “I need to talk to Anakin about it.”

“I’ll come out in a few and check in with him, but thank you.”

Hunter stood with a nod and left. Cross was still tense next to me and I tried to distract him by poking him in the side. He grunted and turned a grumpy glare to me.

“I bet you I shot more droids than you,” I bragged. He quickly caught on that I was referencing our bet from earlier.

“How many?” He questioned.

“47,” I answered with a severe lack of humility. He lips moved into a full blown smirk.

“48.”

“There’s no way,” I argued, standing quickly. “And even if you did get one more than me it doesn’t matter. I took out a super droid. That counts for bonus points.”

His laugh filled the room and it made my heart lighter.

“That’s not how this works and you know it,” he said before his tone lowered and turned a bit husky. “Now about that favor…”

When I was gasping for breath and eager for more, he pulled away.

“You want to know my favor, doll?” He asked as his lips moved to my ear, teeth nipped against the lobe. I shivered as his breath brushed against my neck. All I could do was nod in response.

“You gotta use your words,” he taunted.

“Please tell me the favor, Cross,” I groaned as his tongue licked across my neck.

“But not now,” he said, the earlier heat mostly gone from his voice. “Right now you need to go talk to the jetii about what’s wrong with you. I don’t like the idea of you being in pain.”

“Oh come on Cross,” I whined, eager to get back to what we had been doing. “I’m not in pain, just uncomfortable.”

He leveled me with a serious look.

I balked at him. My mind was sorting between the warring heat and also consideration in his words.

“Yeah, ok.” I conceded with a gulp. “I can definitely agree to that.”

I turned away from him and began moving to the door, knowing if I stayed, I’d try and jump him again. He called my name when I was about to press the button to open the door.

“I want to try this,” he blurted out.

“Try what?” I prompted. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, but I had no way to confirm it.

“Us. I want to try us being an us. You know, together.”

I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my face.

“I’d like that, Cross. I’d like that a lot,” I told him. “We’d need to talk about it more though. You know that, right?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about it now. I want you to figure out what’s wrong with you so you can get better.”

Without another word, I turned and left the room.

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