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zoeykallus · 9 months

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Rex – In Love And War 16 - Give Me Orders

Warnings: Smut/Strongly Suggestive/Dom Rex/Sub Reader/ Kinda Role-play/ Oral Giving/18+ NSFW

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You won't let Rex break his promise. To ensure that, you don't shy away from unfair means.

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AC: Been asked to continue this story asap repeatedly, so finally here it is, the next chapter. Let me throw some dirt at ya 😁

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE:

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

Part 6 - Unspoken Things

Part 7 - Lies And Other Things About Love

Part 8 - Guilt And Forgiveness

Part 9 – Love At First Sight

Part 10 – Mine At Last

Part 11 - Unpleasant Surprises

Part 12 - Moving On

Part 13 - Hunted

Part 14 - On The Run

Part 15 – Healing And Foolish Ideas

>MASTER LIST<

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16 - Give Me Orders

When Rex returned from the shower, he had the gall to appear half naked, clad only in the bottom of his Blacks. "You're a monster," you half grumbled into your pillow as you watched him climb into the bunk across from you. Sitting in his bunk, he looked at you in confusion. "What?" "I'm not allowed to get into bed with you, but you're walking around here half naked". Rex laughs softly and says, "Oh come on, you can't be that horny" "That has nothing to do with horny. Okay, I may be touch-starved, but I think you're hot too." You heard Gregor from one of the other bunks with his unmistakable giggle, Gregor and Wolffe were in the same room, you had forgotten all about that. "And you should be happy as hell about it, Rex" Wolffe grumbled. "Shut up and above all, stay out of it," Rex growled. Gregor got up from his bunk and said to Wolffe, "Come on, let's go to the other compartment and close the intermediate door, give them some privacy." Wolffe sighed in annoyance. "Are you serious?"

"There's no need for that," Rex said stoically "She still needs to recover.... Activities of this kind are not advisable". Wolffe rolled his eyes, "You're exaggerating again, Rex" "But-" Gregor ignored Rex and pulled the tired, grumpy Wolffe along with him. Before closing the door behind them both, he said with his typical chuckle, "Have fun, kids." Rex dropped back into his pillow with a heavy sigh. "Are you coming to bed with me now?" you asked sweetly. "No" Rex grumbled stubbornly, wearily running both hands over his face. You said sourly, "You're a liar, Rex." He still had his hands in front of his face and grumbled, muffled by his hands, "I'm not a liar" "Yes you are, you promised" you insisted.

He put his hands down, sat up and turned in your direction, about to launch into an explanation when he saw you standing between your two bunks, completely naked. "Oh boy..."

For a long moment, he couldn't help but stare at you. "That's not fair," he said softly. "Breaking promises isn't fair either," you said with a cheeky little smile. Rex stood up, his expression stony. He was annoyed that you were so eager to draw him out. "Who's the monster here?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You smirked, unimpressed, and said, "Still you." He rolled his eyes, which kept darting to your breasts. After a long moment of silence, he sighed again in annoyance, looked down at himself and growled angrily, "Maker, I'm so damn hard right now. This is your fault!" You nodded and said, "I know." His Blacks were very clearly bulging. "Are you really upset?" you asked him sweetly. "Yes... a little. You just don't listen to me" "I'm the ranking officer, after all". With raised eyebrows, he said perkily, "Not anymore" "So you give the orders now?" you asked with a suggestive smile. You felt yourself slowly getting him where you wanted him, and your pulse began to race. "Yes," he said grumpily.

You licked your lips suggestively, emphasizing before you said, "Then punish me, give me orders". You saw his pupils dilate, his breathing become heavier. He knew exactly what you had just implied, and he was more than tempted. His voice a low growl, little more than a raspy whisper, but it went tingling under your skin as he said, "On your knees" Without thinking about it, pulse racing, you carefully got down on your knees in front of him. His eyes followed your every move. He reached into the waistband of his Blacks and pulled them down, not completely, just until his hard length plopped out from behind them. For the first time, you looked at his cock up close. Beautiful, like the rest of him, big, strong. You kissed his tip and heard him sigh softly, excitedly. As your tongue glides along its length, from base to tip, you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Rex watched you fascinated, his eyes half closed, his mouth slightly open. He saw your lips open, his pulse racing in aroused anticipation. When your mouth finally closed around his tip, tongue pressed to the underside of his cock and sliding down on it slowly, he groaned out, deep from his chest. "Fuck," he murmurs, "Feels good."

You bobbed your head back and forth, your mouth, tongue, lips closed tightly around his thick cock. Your hands claw into his firm buns, eliciting another moan as you suck greedily and eagerly on his hard length. You looked up, seeing the completely overwhelmed expression on his face, the tense muscles as he reached with both hands to his sides, to the top bunks to support himself and keep his balance. He kept quietly, almost breathlessly, uttering little curses. In between, you are sucking extra intense on his cock until his thighs trembled with aroused tension. Rex couldn't stop watching your lips close around his hard length, sliding along it. The feeling of the moist warmth of your mouth was delightful, the sight a real thrill.

Normally Rex was always cautious, gentle, but today he was hungry, you had drawn him out. He glared at you, watching for any reaction, as he let go of one of the bunks and reached for your hair.

Rex seemed desperate for you as he tugged your hair slightly, pulling you to take him deeper into your mouth. A thing he had never done before. You started bobbing your head up and down, a little faster than before, each time you tried to slip him deeper into your mouth, when he hit the back of your throat his hand pressed firmly holding you there, almost like a reflex. He moaned, „You are such a bad girl, aren't you?“

A small whine was muffled by his cock in your mouth, and you heard him moan again, before Rex growled out, “Oh, but you are making things better, aren't you? Taking me so well in your mouth. Are you doing okay, love?”

You nodded as best you could and at your consent, Rex slowly pulled his hips back before thrusting forward. He never fully pulled out before pushing back, into the wet heat of your mouth and when he realized you were taking him pretty well, he sped his pace up.

Rex was usually such a tame, tender guy, it was such a hot change of pace for him to use you like this. Your pussy was wetter than wet.

His hand tangled in your hair, encouraged your head forward to meet his thrusts and you were trying to keep your choking noises to a minimum, as you knew that he would stop right away as soon as he thought you could be struggeling.You wanted him to go on. This was new, a little challenging, but hot.

Rex was quite a mouthful, and you did your best not to scrape him with your teeth as he fucked your face, sinking as deep as possible. As you grew more confident with what you two did, you relaxed your throat, so Rex was able to sink in even deeper. At the feeling he moaned, holding you there, careful yet barely able to contain himself, with shaky thighs, breathing heavily.

„Oh maker...“, he grunted.

Your throat spasming around him caused his hips to jerk and your eyes shot up to his face as you looked at him pleadingly, you needed oxygen. Another moan slipped past his lips at your expression and he was pulling fully back, giving you a look of concern.

„You okay?“

"Keep going," you urged him, "Don't stop, just give me little breaks when you go in so deep, so I can breathe." You could tell he wanted to disagree, but before he could say anything, you promptly took his cock back into your mouth and started sucking. It was messy, saliva dripping down your chin since it was so big, and you could barely swallow around his cock. He pulled back again, though, looked at you and asked, "Are you sure you want me to keep going?" "You're in charge," you reminded him, "Remember?" Rex smiled and said, "I want to cum in your mouth."

You couldn’t help slinking your hand down your body to rub at your pussy, a moan left you as you toyed with your wet folds and Rex cock slipped back into your mouth, his hips stuttered once he realized what you were doing. Your swollen clit, pulsed under your fast rubbing fingers.

“Oh I see, couldn’t even wait for me to finish could you?” he mocked you, „So needy...“

His words faltered as you took him back into your throat again and he forgot what he was about to say when you moaned. Bucking his hips as his head fell back making barely contained noises of pleasure, his semen shot down your throat.

Another muffled moan from you again as you swallowed down his hot cum and looked up at him as you frantically plunged two fingers into your pussy, felt your walls spasming around your fingers as your orgasm made your whole body twitch.

When Rex left your mouth, he was breathing heavily. "Good girl," he said breathlessly. You wiped your mouth, swallowed the rest of his cum, and finally asked, still kneeling and looking up at him, "Can we cuddle now?" Rex pulled his blacks up, then carefully helped you up and said with a smile, "Okay, you win, we cuddle."

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arcsimper5 · 10 months

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So... I've seen a few Bad Batch headcanons about how they'd react to their SO safewording during a session but I haven't seen many of the 501st guys (I'm probs just looking in the wrong places but, yeah), so I wanted to write some for Fives, because he is my fave and he deserved better.

NSFW, female reader. Established relationship Light bondage Use of safe words Aftercare

Please be gentle as this is my first HC post! Feedback is welcome!

Read more under the cut.

Fives is filthy in the best way. He's always up for trying anything once, if it'll make you happy. Seeing you reaching orgasm is one of the hottest things ever for him, and anything he can do for you to make that better is a plus in his book.

His favourite things with you are definitely having you tied up and playing with you, teasing you until you're falling apart beneath him, nipple play (this man's mouth is literal heaven) and eating you out until you beg for his cock.

The safe word in your sessions is 'Citadel'.

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It had been a rough day for both of you. Between the mounting bureaucracy you were facing in your job within the Senate Towers and Five's most recent deployment to another round of line holding on enemy lines, the moment he had walked into your apartment, fresh back from leave, you could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.

Words failed you both, the dinner you'd cooked long forgotten before it had had a chance to cool as he's grabbed you, pulling you flush against him and kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Dragging you into the bedroom, he'd stripped you quickly, mouthing over every inch of skin he could reach.

"You like that, mesh'la?" he cooed as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking hard. "I've missed you." Deft fingers found the other, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling lightly.

The smirk on his lips as he effortlessly coaxed whimpers and moans from you would have been almost aggravating, had it not been for the knowledge of what was coming next.

"F-Fives," you gasped, his teeth grazing your nipple before he lathed his tongue over the swollen nub, arching against him.

"I love it when you're so desperate for me, cyare," he teased, letting his hand drift from your chest downwards, tracing your stomach muscles, humming in satisfaction at the way they tensed and fluttered under his touch. "How much have you missed me?"

"S-So much," you gasped, whining with need as his fingers brushed through the thick curls between your legs, barely teasing at the top of your slit.

"P-Please, please, Fives, oh, f-fuck," you begged, arching against him again as he chuckled lowly, his arousal growing by the second.

"My cyare," he cooed, his mouth moving back up to your neck, littering the skin with kisses and nips, tongue swiping over your pulse point, "begging for me already. Hmm... I dreamed about coming home to you like this, so desperate for me, so ready..."

You barely held in a squeal as he lifted you up easily, the plastoid of his armour hard and cold against your skin as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Wasting no time, careful as he placed you on the bed, he immediately nodded up at the headboard.

"Get yourself ready for me, love," he ordered, almost breathless at the very thought, "while I get this armour off."

"Yes, Sir," you all but whimpered, holding back a smirk of your own at the way Fives moaned, hands trembling against his armour.

Doing as he'd told you, you moved up towards the headboard, reaching behind the edges of the mattress and pulling out the cuffed restraints that you'd placed there months ago.

Before Fives, you'd never been much into bondage or being tied up, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something about the feeling of being completely at his mercy, bound and vulnerable to his touches that set your very core on fire.

Slipping your hands into the cuffs and laying back, you let out a whimper of disappointment when Fives began crawling up the bed towards you, naked as the day he was decanted, a predatory look written over his features.

"What's wrong, mesh'la?" he purred as he moved to straddle your waist, noting your apparent upset, "Not liking what you see?"

He dipped his mouth back to your stomach, trailing his lips and tongue up your body while his hands found your restraints, tightening them to where you were secure but not uncomfortable.

"N-No, Sir," you replied as respectfully as you could, your thighs twitching as they rubbed together, the slick between your legs warm and wanting, "I... I only hoped to see you get out of y-your armour. W-Wanted to watch."

Fives looked up at you with another salacious grin, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he held your gaze, chuckling when you moaned and threw your head back against the pillows, relishing the feel of his mouth on you.

"I can always put it back on," he teased, barely holding in a laugh when your eyes went wide, your appearance closer to that of a bobblehead as you shook your head.

"N-No! Please, Sir," you replied quickly, licking your lips at the hungry look he was fixing you with, "this is, perfect, I... I n-need you..."

Fives hummed again as he finally reached your mouth with his, lavishing you with soft kisses until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, your hips rolling and bucking, self control barely there at the feel of him.

"Someone's desperate," he mused aloud, raising an eyebrow at your whimpering. Brushing his lips over yours, he chuckled lowly once more, taking pity on you and crashing your mouths together.

Any reply was lost to the sweeping motion of Five's tongue against yours, the desperation in the action almost palpable.

With another soft chuckle, he pulled away, littering yet more soft kisses down your chest and over the soft swell of your breasts, drinking down the moans you let out at his gentle touch.

"M-Missed you so, so much, Sir," you managed, gritting your teeth and arching against him, wanting, needing to feel more, "missed your, your tongue on me, m-missed your cock..."

Fives let out a growl at your words, his entire chest vibrating with the sound.

"My little whore is so demanding tonight," he cooed, nipping at the soft flesh of your breast, one hand trailing down between your legs as he shifted further and further towards your core, practically salivating at the prospect of tasting you again, "tell me what you want me to do to you, my love... Tell me what you need."

You bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for his hands to finally touch your clit, to spread you, to fuck you.

"N-Need your fi-fingers inside me," you gasped, the need lacing your words sending another thrill of arousal straight to Five's cock as he continued kissing down your stomach, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing. "A-And your t-tongue on my, my clit, f-fuck, Fives!"

The ARC grinned against your stomach, leaving more tiny marks on the soft skin as he nipped and sucked, finally able to smell your arousal, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You want to cum on my tongue or my fingers first, mesh'la?" he asked, voice husky with want, eyes dancing over your already sweat sheened body. Admiring the way your chest rose and fell quickly, the way your muscles tensed at the very thought of the pleasure to come, he was almost losing himself.

"T-Tongue, Sir," you croaked, voice almost broken with lust, tears forming in your eyes. You needed friction so badly, it was almost painful, "n-need your mouth on me, p-please."

Fives groaned again, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his fingers clenching against your thigh as he fought the urge to simply drop the act, to give you exactly what you wanted.

But no. He'd been waiting for this for so many nights, to come home and play out the scene you'd always talked about. He'd dreamed of this, of you, tied up and begging to be pushed to orgasm until you passed out.

"Beg for it," he breathed , settling himself between your legs, strong hands lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Your thighs were slick with arousal, the smell of you enticing, so sweet and familiar. "Beg for me."

"F-Fives!" Your voice was little more than a whimper now, your entire being trembling with need. "T-Touch me, Sir, p-please, I, I need your tongue, on my, my clit. It, it's aching for you, for your mouth..."

"And did you touch yourself while I was away, cyare?" Fives smirked as you shook your head, barely holding in a groan.

"N-No, I, I did what you, what you said," you promised, almost breathless, "I... I watched the, the video of us, and, and I..."

You paused, taking a deep breath. The scene was so much more intense than you'd been expecting, your need for Fives surpassing all expectation. It truly felt that the moment he touched you, you might implode, the spark of his tongue enough to ignite the raging inferno within you, that you might just cum from a single touch.

"Shh, there's a good girl," Fives praised gently, allowing a tiny piece of him to slip through, enough to keep you grounded. "You've done so well. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded..."

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, his fingers and mouth moved at the same time.

His index and middle fingers spread you open to him while his lips suckled on your clit, tongue dancing over the swollen bud with featherlight touches.

You were right; it was enough to send you over the edge immediately, your entire body clenching at once as the tingling pleasure washed over you, every nerve singing with delight.

Fives chuckle was intoxicating, his mouth immediately back on you, teasing at your clit again as his other hand moved to your entrance, one finger teasing the slick opening.

"You almost came just from me teasing you, huh cyar'ika?" he murmured against your skin, eyes dancing with delight when you nodding, bucking your hips against him, silently begging for more. "I love seeing you like this... mine... completely at my mercy."

The sensation of his tongue against your still twitching clit was overwhelming, almost enough for you to beg for mercy until his finger slid inside you, the sensation enough to ground you once again, allowing your pleasure to build anew.

"Mmm... So wet for me, cyare," Fives sighed, pumping his finger in and out a few times before adding another, the mewling moan you released into the sex drenched air of the room intoxicating, "all of this, all for me."

With another swipe of his tongue, he silenced any reply you might have made, your mind devoid of anything except the feeling of his mouth on your clit and his fingers slipping in and out of your body, his presence the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.

"F-Fives!" you squealed, another wave of pleasure fast approaching, this one even more intense than the last.

"That's in, cyare," he breathed into your wet heat, "let go for me."

Within moments, you were cumming on his fingers, your second orgasm sending your vision white for a moment, the intensity catching you off guard.

Five's tongue did not stop, the overstimulation bordering painful now as he continued to lap at you, suckling and kissing and moving against you in ways that would have normally felt wonderful.

But this time, it hurt, your muscles tensing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your body, that sensual smirk still on his face.

Suddenly, your chest tightened, panic replacing pleasure, the feel of him too much. You wanted him to stop, you needed him to stop, his tongue like sandpaper against your aching clit.

"C-Cit, cita," you tried, Fives suckling your bud again, misunderstanding.

"Yes, cyare?" he cooed, pulling away as he began to sense the change, how your muscles tightened, the tears gathering in your eyes. "Mesh'la?"

"C-Citadel."

It was barely a breath, but Fives reacted instantly, faster than you could comprehend. He seemed to be everywhere all at once, his fingers removed from you with a slow and gentle movement, his hands moving to the cuffs and undoing them, your arms falling to your sides.

By the time you'd regained some sense of self, you were laid in Five's lap, his arms wrapped around you, soft words whispered into your ear as he held you close.

"I'm so sorry, cyare, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push too far, I..."

Turning to face him, you offered a soft smile, brushing your lips over his to silence his apologies.

He hesitated at first, holding back, simply allowing you to kiss him until you swept your tongue across his bottom lip, his instinct taking over.

Within moments, he was meeting your tongue with his, your kisses turning long and languid, bodies relaxing into each other's.

"I'm still sorry," he murmured after a few moments, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, guilt seeping through every cell of his being. "I should have been paying more attention, I..."

"I asked for this," you reminded him gently, running one hand across his cheek, immediately cupping his face and pecking him on the lips. "I thought I could take it... I guess I... I underestimated your skills, yet again."

The guilt and worry in Five's eyes finally started to lift, replaced by the usual, mischievous glint you'd come to adore so much.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he winked, laughing when you rolled your eyes and kissed his nose, grinning up at him in return.

"It's meant to be," you clarified, sighing deeply, snuggling further into his hold. "I... I'm sorry I had to call it... I could just feel..."

It was Five's turn to silence you with a kiss, your apology muted by the sweep of his lips across yours, his expression as close to serious as you'd ever seen on him when you finally pulled apart, your eyes fluttering open.

"Never, ever apologise for that," he urged gently, one hand moving to lace together with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's what it's there for. I... I never want to hurt you, cyare. If I hadn't have stopped... I'm glad you said it. I'm glad we did. I only ever want you to feel good... to feel... loved."

"I do," you reassured him, gazing up at him with absolute adoration. "and I have really missed you."

"I missed you too, cyare, more than I can explain." His smile turned watery as tears sprung to his eyes, emotions overwhelming him. "I..."

He hesitated, looking away, almost ashamed. "I know," you reassured him, tone as gentle as you could manage, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours in an instant, the hope in them undeniable. "I love you too."

No more words were needed as your lips met once again, mouths moving together until your jaws ached.

Without hesitation, Fives shuffled down under the covers, the warmth of your body against his soothing him into the deepest sleep he'd had for a long time, happy and safe in the knowledge you would be there when he awoke.

"Goodnight, cyare," he yawned, planting one last soft kiss on your cheek before he pulled you against him, cradling you against the night.

"G'night, my love."

(And then they lived happily ever after and Tup lived and Fives lived and the Chancellor fell off of his big tall chair in the senate one day and died oh what a shame).

So... hope y'all enjoyed that :)

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a-single-tulip · 1 year

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Tulip's Fanfiction Masterlist

A list of all of the fics I've written and posted on here, mostly just for The Bad Batch and The Clone Wars. All fics labeled with "🔥" are mature content, so minors DNI. This masterlist is subject to be edited/changed/revised, so expect future additions to be seen as I write more.

Last Updated: November 10th, 2023

Star Wars OC List

My Art

Dr. Cais Varru Sketches

Dr. Waylon Vrand Shirtless Sketch

The Bad Batch

Crosshair:

After Dark - Sub!Crosshair x Femdom!Reader 🔥

Hard Candy - Crosshair x gn!Reader

Tech:

Why Do You Call Me That? - Tech x gn!Reader (some slight Sub!Tech, but then towards the end the tables turn) 🔥

Echo:

Calma - Echo x gn!Reader

Hunter:

Do You Want Me to Brush Your Hair? - Hunter x gn!Reader

Pretty Boy - Sub!Hunter x gn!Reader 🔥

Wrecker:

Like a Teddy Bear - Wrecker x gn!Reader

OC Fics:

I'll Never Be Sick of You - Crosshair x Dr. Waylon Vrand (OC) 🔥

Losing All Control - Crosshair x Dr. Waylon Vrand (OC) 🔥 (sequel to the fic above)

Tell Me a Story - Dr. Waylon Vrand (OC) Origin Story

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The Perfect Girl - Commander Fox x Fem!Punk!Reader 🔥

Tranquility - Commander Fox x GN!Reader Ficlet [slightly suggestive themes]

Wolfpack:

Just the Right Way - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader Ficlet [Implied NSFW, suggestive themes] 🔥

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the-real-list-of-ominous-threats · 1 year

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I'll make you read the star wars fic I wrote

(please?)

#it isn't very good but I think it's a fun time #it's also not done yet but y'know #this is my first star wars fic!#star wars #star wars the clone wars #ao3 #swtcw #ao3 link #fanfiction #AND BEFORE YOU ASK NO IT ISN'T DARTH VADER SMUT

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theangstyboiblog · 2 years

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Crossed Paths Pt. 4 | Captain Rex x OFC

Table of Contents: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

“Anakin Skywalker,” I said as I stepped up behind my old friend. With a smug grin, my fellow knight turned around from the window looking out over the lower half of the temple. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me up and down as though he was sizing me up. Just like old times.

“Kit Tolsim,” he said, voice full of his normal teasing bravado. “If the council summoned you too, I must be in for quite the grueling mission.”

I smiled back at him and mirrored his stance. “Who said my missions were grueling?” I asked.

“Captain Rex,” Anakin replied, jutting his chin to motion to someone behind me. I twisted round to look over my shoulder. Walking towards us strode Rex, back straight helmet at this side. I raised an eyebrow.

Stoic as ever.

“Captain,” I greeted, crossing my arms as he stood beside Anakin.

If possible, he seemed to straighten his back more and I wasn’t sure it would take the strain. “General Tolsim,” he said.

“I wasn’t expecting you here,” I said, glancing at Anakin, “either of you really.”

Anakin’s hands fell to clasp behind his back and he shrugged. “The council requested us both specifically. I didn’t know they were bringing you in as well.”

I shook my head. “Not just me,” I said, glancing at the doorway behind me. “They wanted me to bring two of my own along,” I said, turning back to face Rex and Anakin. Anakin’s mouth opened to say something, but Rex beat him.

“You were recently given your own Battalion,” he said, nodding his head. I bit back a smile.

“Careful, Rex, Kit will think you’re keeping tabs on her,” Anakin chuckled.

A look of embarrassment and slight horror passed over Rex’s face as he glanced up at Anakin. “I just---”

“You’re alright, Rex. I took over the specialist corps,” I said, cutting him off before he popped a blood vessel. He fell quiet, eyes glancing from my face to the floor. I continued speaking. “I’m primarily overseeing ARC troopers on special assignment.” The feeling of two familiar presences appeared behind me and I raised my eyes to the ceiling as the door slid open. “They’re quite talented,” I said turning around, “though they seem to struggle with showing up on time.” We watched as two troopers made their way towards us. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as they snapped to attention.

“General Tolsim,” they said in sync.

“General Skywalker, meet Fives and Echo,” I said as I turned back around. “Two of my best. Rex, I think you know each other?” I asked with a quick glance at the captain. “You recommended them personally for ARC training.”

Rex looked… proud? “Yes, I did,” he said, smiling briefly at the two troopers next to me. Under their helmets, I was sure there were identical grins plastered on their faces.

“Well,” Anakin said, glancing at the door leading to the council’s war room. “I’ve got my trooper and you’ve got yours, Kit.” He stepped back and held his hand out to the door. “Shall we?”

Slipping his helmet on, Rex stepped out of the way and joined Fives and Echo as I followed after Anakin.

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“Someone has been kidnapping clones and we’re only hearing of this now?” I asked, arms folded over my chest as Master Koth finished his presentation.

“It took time for anyone to detect a pattern,” Master Koth replied as he turned off the holo projector before facing us once again. “Out of a million units, the amount of desertions and the missing in action reports ---”

“No one noticed that a few men were missing here and there after shore leave,” Anakin said next to me.

I glanced at him, a bitter frown on my face as I crossed my arms. Or no one cared. Raising my head, I glanced up at the ceiling. “And these men --- do we know where they are?”

Koth nodded his head. “Our investigative teams discovered them in a nerf freeze facility in the undercity.” He paused. “There were… no survivors.”

“And no leads?”

“Not from that facility,” Koth replied. “But we’ve received reports that someone is looking to buy ARC troopers. So far the offer is 75 thousand credits.” Anakin and I shared a look before turning our gaze on the troopers standing at attention along the far wall.

“ARC troopers specifically?” Anakin asked.

“The clones that we found were lower ranking, which is probably why their absence went unnoticed for as long as it did. However, they wouldn’t have had access to the same intel or know our weaknesses as well as an officer---”

“Or an ARC trooper,” I finished for him, finally catching on. I glanced at Anakin. “I’m starting to see why your summons was so specific, Master Koth.”

“Skywalker has a history of undertaking unconventional missions, and Tolsim, your men are some of the best.”

“So, our mission…”

“Discover who is behind this, what they’re after,” Koth said. “And deter them.”

I glanced at Anakin. “Any ideas on how we do that?”

The knight fell silent for a moment, before turning to look at the troopers along the wall. I glanced around his side, and found Rex still as a statue, Fives with his hands on his hips and Echo with rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. Anakin turned back to me.

“I have a few ideas.”

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“Excuse me, ma’am, but what?”

I held up my hands as three troopers stared at me, Echo and Fives with wide eyes, Rex just as calm as ever, except for the way his eyes flitted from me to Anakin, who was standing behind me. “Don’t get mad at me, Fives,” I said throwing my thumb over my shoulder, “it’s Skywalker’s plan.”

“Hey, Master Koth had the idea first,” Anakin groused. I looked over my shoulder as he shrugged. “I just refined it.”

Echo and Fives shared a look. “Selling us doesn’t sound like much of a plan from where we’re standing,” Fives said, looking at me and I felt as though my skin might explode into flames beneath his gaze. He was always the one that told it straight, and I had a feeling that had he spoken to any other commander as he did to me, he’d be in a hot seat.

“We’re not selling you,” I said, squinting as I waved my hands, searching for someway to make this plan sound better than it was. “It’s more like --- like a rental. We are not going to leave you,” I told them both, making eye contact as I said it. “I promise.”

“And honestly, I doubt Kit could sell water to a farmer on Tatooine,” Anakin said, as he moved to stand next to me, “so you don’t really have anything to worry about.”

“Is that a challenge?” I asked, hands falling to my hips. I waved a hand to Echo and Fives. “Because these two graduated at the top of their class in ARC training.”

“So did Rex.”

“But I have two,” I shot back. I glanced at Rex. “No offense.”

The corner of Rex’s mouth quirked. “No offense taken,” he said setting his helmet down on the seat next to him. “But perhaps we can discuss the mission plan?”

Anakin and I shared a look before he took the lead. Punching in the intel holodisk, he began to speak as a planet with three moons was projected above us. “The coordinates for the broker are on Ajan Kloss. We will meet them there and attempt to complete the transaction.” He looked over the men. “You’ll each be fitted with subcutaneous trackers. When you’re… sold,” Anakin’s voice deepened into a breathy growl for a moment, “we’ll be able to track you. We want to find out who is at the top of these dealings.”

“And what if the trackers don’t work?” Echo asked.

“They will,” I said setting a hand on his shoulder. “That’s not the hard part.” Echo gave me a nod and I let my hand fall away. Across the table, my eyes found Rex watching my hand, his gaze fixed on my fingers. I cleared my throat as I hid my hands behind my back. Rex looked to Anakin who was adding on to my previous statement.

“The hard part is that if we spook the broker at all, the entire deal is off.”

“And because one of us is a little well known…” I looked at Anakin, “having two people trying to make a sale should give the whole ordeal more credence.” Crossing my arms, I looked each man in the eye. “There are a lot of unknowns to this mission. We don’t know who the broker is, or their buyer. We don’t know where they will take you. We don’t even know which one of you it will be.”

“But if we don’t do it, then more of our men could --- will end up in a slaughter house,” Rex said, jaw tense, eyes staring up at the hologram. I wasn’t sure anyone else noticed how he pressed his fist against the table.

My stomach lurched at the thought of not only what we were sending these three into, but what the other clones, those missing had gone through. What if one of them had been my men? Or Rex? Always the first one into the fray, I thought sadly as Echo and Fives listened to their brother. Rex was a great leader, and I had borrowed from his playbook quite a bit since taking over the specialist troopers. They needed that leadership now and I wasn’t sure Anakin or I was going to cut it. They need him to lead.

“Not that I get an opinion, as these are orders,” Echo said, drawing my attention off Rex. I turned to Echo as he looked between myself and Anakin. “But I’d do anything for my brothers.”

Fives crossed his arms, but gave a firm nod. “We all would.”

“Then we all understand our roles?” Anakin said, looking us each in the eye. “Kit and I will play the part of trader, and you three will be the goods.”

With stiff nods, I turned to my two ARCs. “Gather you gear and be ready to move out within the hour,” I told them as Anakin stepped to the side to speak with Rex. Echo and Fives gave a quick salute before turning on their heels and leaving the room. Crossing my arms, I glanced at Anakin and Rex before moving to join them.

“I have an errand I need to attend to before we go,” Anakin was telling Rex. “Can you make sure the shuttle is prepared?”

“Yes, sir,” Rex said as Anakin left him, walking towards me.

He smirked. “It’ll be just like old times, Kit.”

“You mean the two of us trying to outdo one another until we create such a huge mess our masters will have to come save us.”

Anakin’s nose scrunched up. “We won’t need Obi-Wan or Master Krell this time.”

I smiled as he stepped past me. “So, a gentleman’s bet then?” I asked.

Anakin scowled. “You’re no gentleman, Kit.”

“Well, thanks for noticing, but neither are you.”

“Whoever gets the broker to take their ARC trooper wins?” he asked. I nodded in agreement. Rolling his eyes, Anakin began making his way towards the door once more. “I can do that in my sleep, Kit. Get ready to lose.”

“You know, Anakin, the loser is always the one to crow first,” I called as he disappeared through the door. A smirk overtook my face as I turned around.

I looked across the room, to find Rex typing away on a data pad, and relaying information through his comms. I approached.

“Ready the shuttle in bay 055-273,” he ordered, glancing at me as I made my way over. “The team will be there within the hour.” Order relayed he dropped his arm and continued working. “Was there something you needed, General Tolsim?” he asked without looking up.

“No,” I said, looking down at the war table, studying the troop lines. “I---"

“Do you know General Skywalker well?” Rex interrupted.

My head snapped up. Something inside me had hoped that when I looked up I would get to see his eyes again, but they were trained on the pad in his hand. Pushing off the table, I shrugged. “We came to the temple around the same time. He’s a few years older than I am though.”

“So, he’s like a brother then?”

I cocked my head. “I… wouldn’t say that,” I said. “Not like your brothers at least.” Raising his eyebrows, Rex looked down at his data pad and set to typing. I looked him over, happy to see that he looked healthy, maybe even a tad more… loose than he was during our stay on Saleucami. Like he had unraveled from a tight ball of string. “You look good, Rex,” I said as I leaned against the table, arms crossed .

His eyes shifted up and I realized what I had said. “Ma’am?”

I shook my head. “You look well. A lot better than you did the last time I saw you,” I amended. A heat raced up the back of my neck as he looked at me, but I ignored it. For the most part.

“I…” he looked down at his data pad for a moment, then back at me. “You look better too, General.”

I smiled softly as he cleared his throat and set down the data pad. He reached up and rubbed his palm over the back of his head. “You’ll want to make your way to the landing pad, Ma’am. The boys might have been late for the meeting this morning but they’ll be there early to set out.”

A soft hum of acknowledgment left me and I began to step backwards. “Don’t take it too hard when Echo, Fives and I beat you and Skywalker, yeah?”

Something akin to a smirk appeared on Rex’s face as he finally looked up and met my gaze for what felt like the first time in forever. “I’m placing my bets on General Skywalker this time, ma’am. No offense.”

I gave a fake gasp as I turned around, setting my hand over my heart. “Oh, I take all the offense, Captain,” I said as I made my way towards the doors. “All of it.”

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“Fives, don’t be such a baby,” I said as the trooper lingered by the door. Echo, having just gotten a tracker shot into his side, pulled down his shirt and sat up on the examination table. The med-droid hovered to the side waiting for Fives to take his own seat.

“You heard the general,” Echo called as he sat back on his hands. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“Stuff it,” Fives said as he glared at his brother. Then his eyes flitted to me, “Sorry ma’am, it’s just…” he glanced at the med droid and swallowed. “I’ve got a thing about needles.”

I nodded. “I get it. But it has to be done for the mission.”

Grumbling and with a jaw so tense, I was worried it might shatter, Fives made his way to the table across from Echo. The other clone smirked. “I bet if you ask nicely enough the general will hold your hand,” Echo teased.

“Ahem.” Before Fives could cuss his squad-mate out, and before I could join in on Echo’s teasing someone cleared their throat from the doorway. In sync, all three of us turned to find Rex peeking into the med bay. Fives and Echo straightened up. “General Skywalker asked me to inform you that we’re an hour out from Ajan Kloss.”

“Thank you, Captain,” I said as the med droid forced Fives to lay back on the table, pulling his shirt up. I turned to Rex. “Have you been fitted with a tracker yet?”

Rex shook his head, glancing at the scene behind me. “I… can get one when you’re done in here,” he said jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. “I should get back to the general… uh, General,” he made a face as he turned around and left the med bay.

“Captain---” I frowned, unable to stop him, but twisted back around to face Fives and Echo. The two of them were sharing a look, almost mirror images of one another with eyebrows raised, mouths quirked into half smiles.

“What?” I asked them as I crossed my arms.

Fives shrugged as Echo shook his head. “Nothing, ma’am, just never seen the captain balk like that,” Fives said.

“I thought he’d be smoother,” Echo said, hand under his chin. Fives nodded in agreement as I narrowed my eyes.

“As interesting as this conversation is to anyone else,” I said, stepping next to the med-droid, “We need to get a move on. Lift your shirt, Fives.” The droid moved across from me as Fives groaned.

“Ma’am…”

I fixed him with a look. “Fives, do I need to hold your hand?”

Rolling his eyes, he laid back. His fingers pried up the hem of his black top and he didn’t move, even as the droid drew nearer. It was over quickly, a short jab over his ribs and a hiss as the injector did its job and the droid was soon pulling back readying the next set of shots for our plan. With a scowl, Fives pulled his shirt down and sat up.

“You made it,” I said as I patted his shoulder. “One down, one more to go.”

“Another?” he asked as I retracted my hand. The med droid held up two new syringes’ filled with a golden liquid. Even Echo tensed as the droid chose him as its first victim.

“Qualoquey vaccine,” I said setting my hands on my hips as Echo received an injection to the neck. “It mimics the symptoms of spice withdrawal.”

“Spice?” Echo repeated with a hiss as he set his palm over the injection site.

“All the consequences, none of the fun, sorry,” I said as the med droid moved towards Fives. He tensed but took the shot without a word. “The worst of it should hit you in a few minutes and you’ll be able to function when we land.”

“Is the captain going to be getting one of these too?” Fives asked. I shook my head and the two troopers frowned.

“No one will know I’m a Jedi, right?” I asked them, raising an eyebrow. They shook their heads. “And so, what plausible story can you think of, where little old me took down the two of you?”

They thought for a minute. “We met at a club,” Echo said, wincing as he set his hand against his temple, sweat beginning to prickle his skin. “You spiked our drinks…”

“And now we’ll do anything for another taste of spice,” Fives finished.

“I told Skywalker you two were the best,” I said slapping Echo’s shoulder as I turned towards the door. I swiped one of the trackers from the counter. “I’m going to go get myself ready, see how the general is planning on us arriving at the coordinates, without drawing attention.” Two voices groaned behind me as I opened the door, and twisted round to give them one last look. They had both keeled over onto their sides, Fives holding his stomach. Echo had his legs tucked up to his chest. “The trashcan is in the corner,” I told them. “I’ll buy you both a drink when this is over. Promise.” Turning on my heel, I left the med-bay as boots hit the floor stumbling towards the garbage can.

~~~~~~~~~~

The cockpit is silent as I enter. Anakin sits in the pilot’s chair going over reports, not reading word for word, but scrolling through quickly, absorbing the important information. In the chair opposite him, with his gaze focused on the swirl of hyperspace, sits Rex. Neither man notices me at first.

“Busy?” I ask and they both flinch, Rex so hard I’m afraid he’ll jump out of his seat and through the roof of the ship. Anakin glances over his shoulder.

“Not particularly. Did you need something?”

I shook my head. “Nothing much besides hearing what your plan is for landing? I don’t think it’s a great idea for us to show up in one ship. Do you?”

“We’ll disembark a few clicks south of the rendezvous,” Rex says before Anakin can speak. “The general and I will enter first, confirm that the meet-up is authentic and then you and your team can move in to make your play.”

I turned to Anakin. “That’s cheating,” I said dully.

He faked a laugh. “What? No, it’s not. I just thought you would appreciate not having to trek through a jungle for once.”

“Oh of course you were thinking of me,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes as I leaned up. “Well, it sounds like you boys have come up with your plan.” I turned to Rex. “I brought a tracker up for you. Echo and Fives have the monopoly on the med-bay for now.

Anakin frowned. “Rex already has a tracker,” he said. Rex’s head tilted forward as he cleared his throat.

“Actually, I uh, didn’t get one yet, sir,” he said.

“Rex, I sent you down there to get one---”

I quirked a brow as Rex looked between Anakin and me. “W-well, I uh, General---”

I turned to Anakin. “The med-droid was busy with Echo and Fives. I asked Rex to come back here.”

Anakin frowned for a moment then shrugged. With a sigh he stood up and turned towards the door. “I’m going to check my gear and get ready for the drop-off. Rex get your tracker and meet me in the cargo hold. I want to go over a few things.”

“Yes, sir,” Rex said, standing as his general left, the door closing behind him. I set the tracker and syringe on the small work table along the wall as Rex moved towards me. “You shouldn’t have lied like that,” he said. “Not for me.”

“Yes, well you can’t tell a lie to save your life,�� I said, turning to face him as he sat down on the edge of the table. I hadn’t realized he was so close until the scent of him --- gun oil, standard soap, and his own scent tickled my nose. I shook my head and leaned back, hoping the heat beneath the skin of my cheeks wasn’t showing. “So, I told one for you. And I know Anakin. His teasing would be ceaseless.” I knelt down as Rex stared at me. I looked up at him. “Your shirt?” I asked. Without a word, he lifted the hem, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks turned a shade of pink as I uncapped the syringe. I wiped the area quickly, watching as his abdomen flinched at the cold swab. His tan skin was warm to the touch. I swallowed as I noticed him watching me and I quickly took aim with the needle in my hand. “Besides, I think I’d prefer to tease you all on my own.”

Rex’s brow furrowed at that. “Ma’am---mmm?” he turned his head as he groaned as the needle pricked his skin suddenly. I placed my thumb atop the syringe and pressed down gently as the tracker was injected. Pulling back, I covered the injection site with a pad and set the needle on the table next to him.

I smiled. “You took that a lot better than Fives did.” I started to rise to my feet. “He has a problem---”

“—with needles,” Rex said, his voice overlapping my own. I swallowed, pulling my hand back from his side as he dropped his shirt. He cleared his voice as I set to disposing of the syringe kit. “You have a good rapport with them,” he said behind me.

I hummed, head nodding. “They’re good men. I want to see them make it through the war in one piece,” I said quietly.

“I’d like to see that too,” Rex murmured. I looked over my shoulder and smiled.

“What no, lecture about knowing when to let go?” I asked.

He tilted his head. “When have I ever lectured you, Ma’am?”

“Oh, I can think of a time or two.”

“Well, people change,” he said, stepping towards the door. I turned around quickly, eyebrows dipping. He reached out and hit the door pad, the cockpit opening to the rest of the ship.

“Have you changed, Rex?” I asked him, before he could set foot over the threshold. He froze. The room was silent again. His jaw was tense and I wasn’t sure he was breathing. His gaze fell to the floor and I looked to his hands, only to find them balled up at his sides.

“I should get to the cargo bay,” he said finally, stepping forward, out into the hall before I could ask him anything else.

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“You two look… horrible,” I said as I entered the med-bay. Echo and Fives looked up at me slowly as though I had just kicked them and stolen their favorite blanket. Their eyes were bloodshot, skin sickly pale, their deep bronze overtones now grey. I turned to the med-droid. “Give them a boost,” I ordered. It set to work approaching Fives first.

He shook his head and moved back on the bed. “Not again,” he moaned and I clasped my hands.

“This will make you feel better,” I told him softly as the droid gave him another injection, “but you’ll still look like you’re strung out for a bit.” Almost immediately, Fives relaxed on the table, letting out a long, drawn out sigh of relief. He turned his head and watched as Echo took his third shot of the day. I tilted my head as they sat up, wincing as they moved. “Better?”

Echo nodded. “Was it just one drink you owed us, Ma’am?” he asked. I smiled.

“Echo, for this, I’ll buy you as much alcohol as you want when we’re done.”

“No alcohol,” Fives protested, holding a hand out to me as he shook his head. “No food,” he cleared his throat, trying not to gag as he sat up. “And no more shots.”

I held up my hand, showing them my palm before placing it over my heart. “No more shots. Promise.” They each gave me their own version of the same look before standing up, a bit wobbly at first, but soon finding their footing. “Now who’s ready to beat Master Skywalker at his own game?” I asked with a smirk.

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We waited one hour after we left Anakin and Rex at their drop zone. One hour for Echo and Fives to rest. One hour for me to prepare. Jedi. We never owned more than we could carry on our person. Anything I had, usually, was simple, small, inconspicuous, plain, practical.

Which was why the tight leather pants I was currently wearing, were driving me insane. No matter how I moved, walked, stretched --- something was pinching, squeezing somewhere it shouldn’t. My bare arms left me cold and feeling exposed and I longed for the warm safety, and modesty, of my robes.

Jaw clenched, I flicked a series of switches, releasing the landing gear of the ship as we hovered over a plant infested landing pad. Through the window, I took in the foliage, the walkway that hadn’t been cleared in who knows how long. The planet was teeming with life. None of it civilized. Ruins and temples lay hidden within the forests of the moon, yet no sentients had walked their halls for hundreds of years. It was the perfect place for a secret meeting. The perfect place to hide from unwanted eyes, specifically jedi.

Shaking my head, I tried to tune out the overwhelming surge of energy washing over me again and again as I stood up and left the cockpit. My hand fell to my hip, where normally I would find the comforting weight of my saber, but I’d sent it ahead with Anakin in his R2 unit.

Echo and Fives were waiting for me on the ramp. Some color was beginning to come back to their cheeks, but there was a subtle shake to Echo’s hands. And Fives wasn’t standing nearly as tall as he usually did, shoulders hunched, eyes tired.

“Everything ready?” I asked as the ramp lowered behind them. They turned and looked me over.

“Did you change your hair, Commander?” Fives asked, a silly grin on his face letting know that one, he was feeling better, and two, he wasn’t looking really looking at my hair. I reached up and ran my fingers through it.

“I thought a change of pace might be fun.” I stepped between them and looked down the walkway, a protocol droid shuffling towards us. “Play along?” I said glancing back at them as they took their places on either side of me. They each gave small nod and we set down the ramp to meet the welcome party.

“Greetings,” the obsidian droid said mechanically as we approached. “I am SC-7109. My master welcomes you.” The droid glanced at Echo and Fives. “Unfortunately, we are already in talks to purchase another, healthier specimen---”

I waved a hand. “I don’t deal with droids,” I told it. “Your master can tell me himself if he doesn’t want what I’m offering.”

“That’s—”

“Nonnegotiable,” I said tightly, pushing my way past the droid. It stumbled to the side, gears whirring as it righted itself before it hit the ground. I glanced over my shoulder as Fives and Echo lingered on the platform. “Come along, boys,” I called before turning forward and making my way across the bridge.

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“You can do better than that, surely,” a voice drifted from the open doorway. I rolled my eyes. Anakin was deep in the middle of… negotiating, by the time we finally arrived. With one last shared look with my arc troopers, I stepped through the door into an overgrown chamber. The stone walls were covered in vines and the floors carpeted with fallen leaves. A gaping hole in the ceiling and shattered floor to roof window allowed light stream in effortlessly.

“If you don’t like my client’s offer, then you’re free to go elsewhere,” a low, graveled voice answered back as I made my way towards three figures on the far end of the hall. Rex stood with his hands cuffed behind his back, watching just to the right of Anakin who faced off with a slender, dark skinned Twilek male with sharp fangs and bright yellow eyes.

Anakin’s arms crossed as he stepped back, opening his mouth to speak, but not before I did so first. “We’re not too late, are we?” I crooned, smiling as all eyes turned on me. All three men looked me up and down as I came to a stop beside Anakin. I paid him the same gesture, but feigned a look a disgust as I trailed my eyes from his head to his feet. “You’re not the one in charge I take it?” I asked, nonchalantly. Anakin narrowed his eyes.

A huffing laugh left the Twilek who stepped forward. “He is not,” he rumbled, looming over me with sharp eyes that seemed to analyze the path of my neckline with deep interest. “You may call me Kilso.”

“It seems you’re already begun negotiations without me, Kilso,” I said with a pout as I glanced back at Rex. He could afford to take acting lessons from Anakin. His gaze flickered over my face. It was too soft. Too trusting. Not the expression you’d expect of someone kidnapped and about to be sold to the enemy. I turned away.

“Negotiating implies making progress,” Anakin muttered.

“Forgive me,” Kilso held up his hands, “but if I took the first offering that came along, I would never have three clones in one room to choose from.”

“Two of which belong to me,” I said, glancing at the two clones in question as they stood off to the side. Echo was fidgeting and Fives looked as though he might need to find another wastebin soon. Not exactly an inspiring pair when you compare them to Rex.

“Yes…” Kilso agreed, following my gaze. “How did you manage to find them?”

“At the bottom of a barrel I suspect,” Anakin broke in before I could answer. He steps past me, holding out a hand guiding Kilso over to Rex. “As you can see my specimen is in fantastic shape, and a captain. So you can expect his intel will be more… well,” he glanced over his shoulder back at me, “more.”

Rolling my eyes, I moved around Kilso. I came to a stop beside Rex. “Mmm, yes a captain would have more intel, but also more training against interrogation.” Reaching out, I set my hand on Rex’s shoulder and true to his part, he jerked back as if I had stung him.

“You won’t get anything from me,” he breathed out through clenched teeth, turning on all of us with a glare. I almost laughed. Instead I turned to the side.

“I put a lot of work into snaring these men, Kilso.” My bottom lip pouted out as I turned a smirk flashing on my mouth as I glanced at Anakin, his arms folded across his chest, a frown deepening as I stepped towards him before turning my gaze to Rex. “Why spend time breaking this one when you can have one that’s already cracked open and just waiting for you to pull it apart?” I asked, turning back to face the Trandoshan. I held a hand out to Fives and Echo. “Or two for a small increase in price?”

Kilso turned with me. “What is it that ails them?”

I shrugged. “A simple spice addiction. They’ll do anything for it. Won’t you boys?”

Fives and Echo straightened up as I addressed them. Fives put on his most pitiful face. “Ma’am, please--”

With a wave of my hand, he fell silent and I turned back to Kilso. “You only have to ask and they’ll give you everything.”

Kilso tilted his head to the side, weighing my words, before turning his back on all of us and stepping towards the window. “My employer has very specific needs,” he said lowly, almost to himself. I glanced at Anakin, his face covered in a grim shroud that always hid what he was thinking. But I could feel his excitement. Turning to face us once again, Kilso held out a small holo pad.

“Your employer?” Anakin tilted his head as blue light flittered from the pad. A face came into focus, one I had only ever seen in recordings. But next to me, Anakin stiffens. I start to turn to catch a glimpse of his face but the holo speaks.

“Master Skywalker, how interesting that you’re in the business of trafficking clones.”

I had turned fully now and could see Anakin. But more than that I could feel a deep seeded anger in him. He glared at the holo before uttering one word, a name.

“Dooku.”

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The New Apprentice Part 8

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A/N: Yall it has been a God damn week I'll tell you that. So sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. Fair warning, had to do some already known stuffs to move the story along the timeline and I just wasn't feeling it while writing, but it's important to the timeliness nonetheless.

WARNINGS: 18+ P in V sex, unprotected sex, Canon violence. Kinda angsty at the end? Idk.

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The following morning you awoke alone in your tent. The cool morning air aiding to shake the fog from your mind as you thought of the previous night. A smile twitched on your lips that was soon replaced with a heavy eye roll. One of your pant legs had been torn up the seam by the medic who worked on you. Shrugging, you ripped off the tattered fabric and did the same to the other to match. Sliding on your now short one piece you pulled on your boots, hung your sabers from your hips and left your little shelter.

You knew why Maul left; he didn't want anyone to think the two of you were involved until the situation was less vulnerable. You were thankful he waited until you were asleep before he absconded into the darkness. Maker, you had to stop thinking about it lest you rile yourself up again. It was time to go to work, continue to prove to your master that you deserved to be at his side. That he needed you there.

You were relieved that Savage followed behind you a few minutes later. At least you weren't the last one up. Pre and Maul strode through the camp with you and Savage following closely behind.

"We will need an army if we are to successfully take back Mandalore." Your master rumbled.

"The people will support us once we remind them who they are." Pre retorted.

"Perhaps... but the Black Suns will be able to provide us with resources beneath the attention of the Republic."

"They're a crime syndicate!"

"Yes, and a powerful one that will lead to our victory. We have but one chance to pull this off."

Boarding a Mandalorian starship with your Master and Savage was quiet. You had decided to keep your mouth shut and revel in Maul's ability to command and scheme. You stood at Savage's side with your hands clasped behind your back, back straight and chin high. Your weapons dangled dangerously at your hips. Every so often a Mandalorian would look at you curiously through their visor to which you responded the same every time. You gazed into their black where their unseen eyes lay behind, unblinking with a straight lip and an air of importance until they turned away. Savage quirked a lip slightly every time.

When you were alone he rumbled quietly.

"You make them uneasy. Much more than I do I think."

"I hardly doubt that my friend." Your voice soft and cold in the off chance someone could hear you.

"Possibly... they fear us."

"Good. Then they will stay in line under Lord Maul. A warrior should never show fear. They may be strong but they've shown a vital weakness we will exploit in time if necessary."

Maul was the only one within ear shot and he silently listened to your words. Although he didn't show it at the time externally, his chest swelled in pride.

After landing on Mustafar they were greeted with a battalion led by a tall Falleen male by the name of Vigo Ziton Maj. He chuckled when your master harshly requested an audience but he led Maul, Savage, Pre Vizsla and yourself inside the fortress anyway.

Five more men sat at a long black table upon your entrance. When demanded that they join you, you were met with exclamations of amusement and they attempted to call for your deaths.

Without hesitation you and Savage each tossed a spinning lightsaber in their direction. Effectively beheading each and every one of the leaders in single mirrored motions. After seeing first handedly that denial of an alliance would lead to death, Moj, the next in line to lead agreed to join your cause without hesitation.

The Pykes practically handed themselves over to you once news about the Black Suns had reached their ears. The offer of their alliance was a grateful surprise to you. Recognizing the slow shift in universal power only spurred your attraction to your master. Visions of you riding his throbbing cock permeated your mind and drifted to his.

On the ride to Nal Hutta these thoughts only grew in intensity as your sinful need grew. It had been days since he had last touched you and although you maintained an outward composure, your mind reeled. With only a few hours until your arrival, Maul strode past you, pausing momentarily to give you a knowing glance and ever so slight nod of his head. You waited a minute before following his force signature until a supply closet door hissed open. He grabbed you almost violently, pulling you within the small enclosure. He listened to be sure you weren't followed before he turned to you.

"My my what devious thoughts you project little one." He cooed as he pulled you into his embrace. With your back to his chest, he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, planting gentle wet kisses to your sensitive skin and lightly nipping at your ear. You took his hand and covered your mouth to stifle a whimper as he ground his hardening cock into your rear. You could feel the heat of your core as his velvety voice hummed in the ear he was toying with.

"Now, I'd much rather take my time with you but it seems you need some tension released. I'll need you clear headed on this venture. I believe the Hutt Clan will give us the most trouble in forming an alliance. Would you like my help my sweet little apprentice?"

You nodded fervently, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he slid your one piece down until it pooled on the floor. He bent you over infinitesimally, just enough to grant him entrance. He prodded his hot, firm erection against your folds letting out a silent groan feeling how wet you already were.

"God's I've hardly touched you and your soaking wet you naughty little girl."

Without warning he slipping inside you, biting one of his fingers to keep from crying out. He thrusted into at a brutal pace, sinking to his hilt with every rut. It didn't take long before you were fluttering around him and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Maker, you're going to cum for me.. I can feel it... Let go my dear. Cum all over my cock."

The command he soothed had you unraveling faster than you thought possible. The excitement of the risk at being found out only encouraged your orgasm. Still shaking from the aftershocks, your master bit your shoulder as he throbbed and filled you.

You hastily cleaned yourself, getting ready to leave before you were caught but Maul grabbed your wrist and brought you back into an embrace. Gently pressing his forehead to yours and wrapping his arms around you.

"Soon you'll be at my side at all times my dear. Would you like that?" His glowing amber eyes meeting yours.

"Yes Master, of course."

You pressed your lips to his and trying to calm your flush you left the small enclosure with newfound resolve undoubtedly spurred by your bliss.

Maul had been correct as usual. The Hutts were in fact quite resistant. After hearing that they wouldn't be paid and that the deal was an alliance for their lives, five bounty hunters and the whole guard rushed the room. Desperate for some leverage you deflected the barrage of incoming blaster fire along with your master while leading them slowly out to the landing platform.

Finally, she's good for something you thought as Bo Katan fired rockets into the fortress, effectively killing most of the guard.

You gave chase back into the fortress and fought the remaining bounty hunters. Unwillingly admitting that they were giving you more trouble than you would've hoped. Darting away from a purple woman with orange hair you kicked a dog off of your master while the bounty hunters made their retreat. Maul was convinced that they wouldn't be a further threat so you let them escape with their lives and empty pockets.

You ended up having to travel to the gods awful desert planet of Tatooine for Jabba to finally agree to your terms.

Back on Zanbar you and Savage shared a meal while Maul oversaw the organization of the troops and mixed crime syndicates.

"You seem restless." Savage noted.

"Duuuh." You exasperated. "All this planning and waiting and organizing. Ugh, I wanna go fuck shit up. We've been so busy with the boring shit I haven't even had time to train. Aside from that bounty hunter scuffle."

"Worry not little one, you'll be terrorizing the Mandalorians planet side with everyone soon enough." You scoffed at his response to which he cocked his brow.

"No, I'm not. Master wants me in the shadows. Something about the people recognizing me later on being a problem with his grand scheme."

"He has a habit of only telling half of a truth. Trust comes slowly to him. You know this." You sighed, pushing away your plate and pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Yes, I'm well aware. More so than he would like I'm sure."

"He cares very deeply for you."

"And I him but all this sitting around will get me nowhere. I told you about what happened on Malachor... for the first time since I've joined you two it feels like my feet are taking me some where I'm not supposed to go... it's been weeks and the only thing I've learned in that time frame is how to take his cock in secret, away from prying eyes."

Savage nearly choked and also disregarded his food and sat looking at you with a pained look in his eyes.

"What will you do then?"

"Honestly? I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that I'm supposed to 'extinguish the fear but always remember that 'the shadow cannot exist without the light' whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."

"If you don't know what it means how do you know you're on the wrong path?" You paused at his question.

"Jedi and Sith both always say to trust in the force... I need to meditate on this."

Savage nodded as you stood from your seat walking back towards your tent. Your master was a strong force user and ever since that night you two had opened up your minds to one another, truly lay bare before the other, it was damn near impossible to keep him out. When you passed him and Vizsla you had known they couldn't hear your conversation but the way that his eyes followed you. A specific crease in his brow. You had no doubt it had anything to do with Vizsla's ramblings, you realized he probably felt your conflict.

Disappearing into your canvas enclosure you tried to push the thought of your lover, no, your master; down and away from the forefront of your mind. Gods above though, he was your lover. You loved him, so much. What if he was guiding you away from the place you needed to go? Everything felt right before you allied with the Death Watch. The weeks you spent training and traveling to Malachor felt right. But this, this felt like it was his path not yours. If your destinies didn’t cross would he abandon his to join you? Could you abandon yours to join him? You knelt in the center of your tent and straightened your back, closing your eyes. Allowing your mind to rest, allow the wild eradications to still and drift away. This was important. This was your destiny. You suddenly realized why, although you'd never admit it, the Jedi forbid attachments in their freakish cult.

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Coruscant Lost

Day 1 of 3

Summery: Commander Fox needs to find a lost trooper all while fuled by caf and annoyance. He gets a bit help from some colleagues. Short thriller (attempt *hahaha*) with kind of enemies to lovers in it.

“Female folk” is corry speech for female passing/feminine understood bodies/women* because trust me, the galaxy far far away works like that.

CN discrimination of clones, missing people, heavy flirting, making oneself sick so form of self-harming, insomnia, bad mental health in general, forbidden relationship, pretend relationship, pining, will include piv smut later on

Commander Fox X she / they senatorial aide

· 0253 SCT / 02:53 Standard Coruscant Time, Senate building, Fox office

His head felt like a solid block of steel, weighing him down and binding him to his desk.

Maker, he hated paperwork.

Fox, commander of the Couscant Guard and clone trooper CC-1010, likely was the only GAR soldier in the galaxy thinking back to his training on Kamino as the good times. At least back then he fought with a blaster against droids. Now the only thing he yielded was a moderately sharp letter opener, mountains of holopads and what was left of his dignity against moody senators and murderous criminals.

Arrrrggghhhh.

Fox turned his heavy head a bit to peek at the clock.

“Why bother, it’s time for a caf break somewhere.” He thought and heaved himself from the desk and out of his office.

The corridor was moderately busy, and the lights were on. Apparently, it was dark outside. Fox tried to remember the last time he had left the building to enjoy natural sunlight. He couldn’t. Instead of depressing himself further he pushed the thought aside and entered the mess hall.

There it was. In the corner was the Caf maker. The best thing in Fox deplorable life. He moaned.

Only a few steps were between Fox and his miracle machine. Wavering he moved across the mess hall only to get stopped by a mountain of plastoid intercepting him.

Fox looked up and pulled his shoulders back.

“Thire! Good to see you! How are you?” Fox tried to sound as nonchalant as possible while hiding his caf cup behind his back from his second in command.

“It’s 3 am, commander. We talked about this. No caf between 00:00 and 5:00 in the morning.” Thorn looked something between amused, worried, and annoyed - like a mother seeing her child eating sand.

“I am not-“

Thire just shook his head.

“Alright fine. I came to the mess hall for a cup of caf. What do you what from me? I need to finish a report. I’m crunching a deadline.”

Thire kept shaking his head. “Fox, it’s always urgent. You always need to finish something. But mate, you need to sleep. You look like shit. And quite frankly you smell like shit too. When was the last time you took a shower?” Thorn sighed. “You worry me. Take a break.”

Fox grimaced unpleasantly. “Don’t be like that to me. I am your commander, not some shiny.”

“You are. And you’re my brother.”

Fox started massaging his temples. “Listen, I appreciate your concern. But I need to finish this. Get out of my way or get wrecked. I love you but I don’t have the patience for your preaching now.”

Thire took up his disapproving head shack again but moved out of the way.

“Thank you.” Fox declared. “What are you doing here Thire, except guarding the caf machine of course?”

“I …aaaahhh…. I have a new task for you.”

Fox rolled his eyes.

“What kind of command is it?”

“It’s not technically a command. More like a good deed … or a favour.”

Fox stopped in his tracks, faced Thire with a judging expression before turning to the caf machine and finally typing in his order.

“You are insufferable, Thire. You come to me and be all mother hen about my workload and hours. And then you have the nerve to ask for a favour? What else do you want? Shall I fill for a vacation on Naboo for you? Give you a bj? Or maybe some human rights? Am I a joke to you?”

It was Thire turn to grimace painfully. Fox took a sip from his fresh caf and glared at Thire expectantly.

“I am sorry, Fox. I wouldn’t bother you if it weren’t important. It’s … clone business.”

“Oi, we ARE clones. Everything we do is clone business.”

“Don’t be like that, Fox. It’s important.”

For a moment both troopers stared at each other, tired and tense.

“Alright.” Finally, Fox gave in. “What is it?”

Thire stepped closer and whispered. “One of my boys vanished. We need to find him.”

Fox pressed his lips together into a thin line.

“I am sorry. But we are soldiers and expendable. If your boy vanished during duty, there is little I can do to justify a search for him.”

“I know. But he didn’t vanish during patrol or mission off planet. He vanished out of this building and from thin air.”

Fox raised his left eyebrow and took another sip from the caf. Hmmm, delicious.

“Maybe your boy deserted.”

“Maybe. But he left a message about his girlfriend. No deserter ever does.”

Fox furrowed his forehead.

“Odd.”

“Odd indeed.”

The clones looked at each other.

Fox considered the whole situation. A clone had vanished mysteriously from an official republic complex. Clones rarely deserted. It happened sometimes but they never left basically instructions about how to find them. Giving a name about someone dear like a romantic partner was just calling to be caught and court martialled. Clones were cleverer than that. – Another sip from the cup – Something was not adding up here. He could feel his senses tickle. This clone likely had not deserted. Maybe something sinister had happened. Or maybe not. But the lost boy was a clone and only other clones would care to find out. Clones like Thire. – Sip. – Still, Fox had little time. The Reports and assignments were coming in, binding him to his desk. But the lost trooper was of his command, a missing brother.

“What exactly do you have in mind for me, Thire?”

Thire smiled mischievously.

“I knew I could count on you.”

“That’s not what-“

“I suggest you finish your report, take a nap and shower, goddamn! I’m gonna get us some help in the meantime.”

XXXXXXXXXX

· 0524 SCT / 05:24 Standard Coruscant Time / senate building basement

Fox felt like a newborn. His Report was filled and finished. He had napped in his office and taken a shower. His fresh blacks felt like cotton wool on his skin. The feeling was divine.

His comm beeped.

“What.” Fox barked into the comm in his vambrace at whoever had dared to disturb his peace.

“And a good morning to you too, commander Fox.” A voice replied dryly at his bad mood.

Fox checked the comm contact. Unknown but using an internal comm channel, mainly used by clones.

“You are no clone. Your voice is too high. Who are you?”

“Ah, how attentive of you commander. I am your help. Thire sends me. Call me Mina. She/they please. I work at the senate building too.”

“Oh really? Thorn recruited an ordinary civilian and gave you my personal comm contact? Spare me. I don’t have time for commbeep swipes.”

He ended the call, annoyed by the disturbance.

The comm beeped again.

“Listen I don’t have time for games why are-“

“Commander, the chancellor’s secretary speaking.”

“Oh I am so sorry. I-“

“Just send an escort to pick up the corellian representatives and don’t yell at me next time.”

“I am sorry. Will do.”

The call ended.

Fox leaned back on his chair and starred at the ceiling.

He had enjoyed a fraction of a moment of peace. And then everything became kriffing ordinary again.

The comm beeped. He checked the contact this time. It was the same unknown number from before.

“Yes?”

“Mina, remember? As I said, Thire sends me. We need to talk. Meet me in front of the shock trooper barracks.”

XXXXXXX

· 0544 SCT / 05:44 Standard Coruscant Time / senate building basement

The shock trooper barracks were a bit off from the main halls of the senate, deep in the basement. Fox arrived in front of the large door. He wasn’t alone. A human female was there too.

With an access key around her wrist and simple yet elegant clothing.

Expensive.

Fox narrowed his eyes.

Politicians.

“Commander Fox?” It was the woman.

“Aye?”

“I am Mina. We just spoke.”

Fox pressed his lips together und nodded.

“Where is Thire?” He asked.

The woman checked her comm. “Apparently he had been called in to escort some corellian representatives. Guess we are on our own for now.”

“Yay.” Fox replied unenthusiastically. “So, what do you know, Mina?”

She raised an eyebrow at Fox for his bad mood but continued professionally non the less.

“Not much. Thire called me about a lost trooper, vanishing from here without a trace. I knew Sasha, the missing clone, from some previous diplomatic missions. But it’s not like I know Sashas biggest secrets or anything other.”

Fox nodded.

“So, you’re just a civvi who accidentally happened to know Sasha.”

“Ah, yes. I guess.”

Fox took a deep breath to prevent himself from flying into rage on the spot. Thire had dumped some little senate worker, some minor politician on him and then left. Yes, Thire had been called for duty. But Fox wasn’t in the mood to be fair. It had always been like this between Fox and Thire. Thire the chivalrous and kind one, always managing to find friends and allies wherever he went. A natural leader. And Fox, the stupid stubborn workhorse, that always ended up doing the actual unpleasant tasks.

“Alright Mina, let’s search Sashas stuff.”

The shock trooper barracks were empty. Thire and his troopers were on mission, conveniently leaving the lost soldier’s stuff untouched. Like all troopers it wasn’t much. A neatly done bed. A little compartment with spare blacks. A chest with the trooper’s armour. The Standard equipment for all troopers.

“The lost boy was an exemplary clone.” Fox commented.

“Sasha IS an exemplary trooper.” Mina corrected him.

Fox stayed silent, unwilling to fight his own pessimism for now.

“Looks like he did not sleep here very often.” Mina indicated at the sterile and the unwelcoming order of Sashas gear and bed.

“All troopers get taught to be neat. We are soldiers after all even the Corrie guard does not appear like one most of the time.”

“That’s not what I meant, Fox.” Mina said. Fox blinked surprised by the quick drop of title and the casual familiarity with which Mina spoke his name.

“See.” She continued and stepped closer to the bed, touch the bedframe, and wiped over it with their index finger. “Its dusty. He hadn’t slept here in a while.”

“All clone troopers are ordered to spend their down time in the barracks.”

“Maybe, but this one did not use his bed or just ignored the barracks rule entirely.” Mina stepped away from the bed and faced Fox. He must admit, she had pretty eyes with which she fixated on him.

“Maybe he always went to his girlfriend after work?”

Fox grimaced.

Strictly speaking any romantic relationship between clones and nat-borns were forbidden. But being stationed on Coruscant and having a lot of contact with more or less ordinary citizen it was inevitable for some forbidden entanglement to happen. It was Fox job to persecute his vod for crossing this line. But as long as he did not know about were his brothers dipped their dicks in, he wasn’tin the need to do anything. So, nobody ever told him anything of the juicy gossip. And he sure as hell wasn’t hellbent to ask about his own brothers love life. Or lack thereof most of the time.

“Yes, maybe he went to his girlfriend.” Fox finished his chain of thoughts. “But then some of his fellow shook troopers must have known. Leaving the barracks every night is too noticeable.”

“If you say so. I don’t know about soldier life.” Mina continued searching Sasha’s stuff. Nothing but boring standard gear. No clues about Sasha or his whereabouts.

“What about the message? Thire spoke about a message.” Fox requested.

Mina finished their search and pulled out her holo pad.

“Thire had forwarded me the message because your official communication goes through the digital chancellor’s system check filters before. Mine does not.”

Fox nodded approvingly. Staying low and covering their tracks. They did not know much yet. Better not getting the wrong attention to what he was doing instead of reading documents.

“Thire had received it from Sasha at 2254 SCT yesterday. Its short. >>>Brother, save Tal-Vala.<<<”

Fox furrowed his forehead.

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

He massaged his temples.

“Ok, we are done here. And I need some caf.”

XXXX

The corridors of the senate started to fill up. Senate workers rushed through the never-ending endless halls, busy with their tasks for the rotation.

Fox marched with his helmet on to the mess hall, followed by Mina.

“Where do you think you are going, woman?”

“I’m sorry?” Mina asked politely, but her tone and expression indicated a readiness to get argumentative. Just like a politician.

“Your work here is done. Sashas disappearance is clone business. Leave.”

She stopped while Fox continued his stride towards his next caf refill.

Good, he wanted to do as little with politicians, nat-borns and feminine folk as possible - and Mina was all of that.

“Oi!” she barked, ignoring the flinching and wincing office workers around her.

“Yell all you want woman. You are not part of this. It’s clone business.”

“Commander! Don’t shut me out like that and listen to me! Sasha was a friend.”

Fox whirled around at her gripping his arm.

“A Friend?” He hissed. “Don’t make me laugh. Sasha was a clone. You are not. You know nothing about our life’s. You can’t be friends. Kriff, you OWN us. A brother of mine is missing. This is not your adventure or moral moment. You can’t help.”

She starred at him.

Fox felt her grip at his arm loosen. He felt sorry for her. But he was right. They knew nothing. And they could not help. Better to be clear on that front and chatter the illusion as quick as possible. It was less painful that way. For him too.

“I know.” Mina finally said. Her beautiful eyes starring to the floor. “I am sorry. But don’t treat me like that because I do care. Even if me caring is of little help right now.”

Fox carefully moved her hand off him and cleared his throat.

“Wanna join me for a cup of caf?”

· 0705 SCT / Senate Building Commander Fox’s Office

Having Mina in his office was strange. The woman in her pretty clothing looked misplaced in Fox chaotic office, the caf cup with the pin up in red lingerie a foreign body in her hands. Everything about them was something Fox hated yet felt oddly familiar with and drawn to.

He sipped from his equally inappropriate cup with a suggestive “Red is the colour of Love” print on it. He wished he could wear his helmet to avoid the awkward looks at a woman that irritated him. But then he could not drink his caf, nay, consume is lifeblood and Fox was starting to get too tired again not to do that.

Mina looked at the cup and nodded.

“Lovely design. I guess not every trooper has a romantic friend like sasha.”

“Yes, we are sexy, single and ready for a mingle.” Fox did not even pause. If she wanted to small talk about the sad love life of clones, she could have that. He gave no kriff about decorum anyways.

“That’s another good slogan for your next cup. Where do you get these?” Mina asked.

“Sorry, that’s confidential.”

She lifted a brow.

Fox couldn’t help himself but shortly smile at her.

“Thire.” He explained. “Our dear Thire is not always as much of a gentleman than he wants to appear. He can be an ass sometimes.”

“You mean a sexist.”

Fox considered.

“Yes.” He paused. “I am sorry. Most troopers experience with female folk is limited to armed Valkyries and holoporns. Our impression of the feminine is a bit …warped. But clones are not supposed to spend much time with non-clones anyway, so nobody really says anything. If something I do makes you feel uncomfortable, just tell me.”

Mina starred at him.

“Wow that was direct. Are you always like this?”

“Yes.” Fox lied. He had no clue why he explained his and his vods struggles to her.

She blushed. It was the prettiest thing Fox had ever seen.

“Sasha.” Mina tried to change the subject. “If you do not want me around or consider me unhelpful, I understand. But I have fond memories with Sasha. He was always good to me. Senatorial aides like me do not get treated well by higher ups but he always did. At least for that I want to try to help finding him. Even if it is just with some paperwork so that you have more time to search for your brother.”

Fox leaned back. Mina appeared honest. But he knew too well that everybody lied, sometimes even to themselves. Yes, she might want the best for Sasha. But she was still a nat-born and despite being just a little aide, she was powerful enough to cause problems with a snap of their fingers.

But she could be helpful. People tended to talk more freely with non-clones and civvis, even more with non-threatening looking female folk. And having a senatorial aide around gave him the aura of being busy. Mina’s involvement could loosen his chains a bit.

“Alright.” Fox agreed. “I have a few things you can help me with. Do you have the time?”

Mina nodded. “Senator Falorm is off planet. My duties are minimal right now.”

“Good. I need you to get me something.”

XXXX

He looked at the cup. Plain water. How unusual.

“Are you sure you followed my instructions?” Fox questioned, looking at the thick lumpy mixture in the bottle in his other hand. “I only want to get sick a little bit not die.”

Mina chuckled. Her dress rustling with her movement.

“Be brave, soldier! I followed your recipe to the detail. Drink it an wash it down with the water. Trust me.”

“That is the problem” He murmured before emptying the little bottle and drinking the water. The taste was as bad as he remembered. Gregor, an old friend from his Kamino days had come up with the mixture. It was a crazy idea, but it worked. Every time they had needed an excuse to not participate in the various trainings the kaminoans subjected their clones, Gregor had mixed his little drink to make him sick. Not much. Just enough to spend a few hours or days in the med bay, free from any obligation except getting better.

That is exactly what Fox needed right now. A bit of time away from his duties as the highest commander in the coruscant guard.

His belly protested and he felt sweaty.

“Maker.” Mina commented. “You look pale like one of these ration bars. And equally unappetizing too.”

“Did I look pleasing to you before, woman?” Fox wanted to hit his head on the desk. Flirting with Mina was the last thing he should do right now.

“Maybe.” She just replied, her expression unmoving, her tone a tad too casual.

Fox’s lower lip twitched in amusement before a wall of nausea hit him.

Urgh.

Mina looked at him, concerned.

“Do you want me to call the medic?”

Fox shock his head before fighting his gag reflex.

“Wait until I pass out.”

XXXX

· 1733 SCT / Senate building med bay

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Snorring and the beeping of medical equipment surrounding him. Fox made it.

“Hey there commander! Feeling better?” It was Nocte, the head of the medical department of the coruscant guard.

“I wish I was dead.” Fox moaned, his belly still rumbling and his circulatory system running wild.

“Aren’t we all.” Nocte replied. “I got some painkillers for you, friend. You will feel very nice in a few minutes. And then you will stay of duty and get better until I clear you.”

“Oh no.” Fox protested weakly.

“Oh yes. You work to much. And your caf consumption is no replacement for sleep.”

Fox just rolled his eyes.

“Someone else will cover your workload. Anyone in mind?”

Fox eyes gleamed naughtily.

“Ah yes, I think commander Thire will be most pleased with helping me out.”

That’s for getting between me and my caf, sucker.

XXXX

· 2156 / back entrance senate building

Fox looked around. It was dark out here, he had ditched his armour and dressed in civvi clothing he snatched from the evidence room. This way he would not get knifed out here alone instantly for being a clone. He had slept well with the painkillers. But with a lost brother on his mind his slumber was shorter than expected with the amount of painkillers in his body.

Nocte was unwilling to let him leave the med bay, assuming that fox likely would only return to the desk where he had collapsed hours ago.

And so, fox had played his wild card and commed Mina.

“Pick me up at the med bay as soon as you can, Mina. You are my girlfriend now and you need to tell the medic that I won’t work today. Otherwise, Nocte won’t let me leave.”

She had just chuckled.

“You two are cute.” Nocte had commented, beaming with joy at the prospect of having another ally to preach Fox about the importance of a good work-life-balance.

Mina just stayed silent, blinking with her beautiful eyelashes at Nocte until Nocte had agreed on letting Fox go.

They had left the med bay, walked the corridors in silence, stopped quickly at the evidence room and left the complex through the back door.

Now they were here.

“Thanks. You helped out a lot, Mina.”

She just waved their hand.

“It was nothing. I meant what I said. No need to thank me.”

He nodded, too many painkillers in his system yet to formulate a good sounding sentence.

Mina looked at him.

“Hey, I looked up the address of Sasha’s Girlfriend Tal-Vala in the public data back. You still look a bit soft in the head and I need to agree with Nocte that you shouldn’t be alone out here until they stopped working. Wanna check it out together?”

He nodded again, feeling like an idiot for not speaking and stumbling after Mina into the neo-light filled coruscanti night.

Day 2

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Affairs of the Heart - Part 2

Fives x Medic

Summary: Part 2 of a small series. Fives is in love with a medic who's in a relationship. She doesn't love him but she's comfortable and too scared of being alone to leave.

Part 1

A/N: Okay, this one ended up a little long! Might not have spent enough time editing, I kind of just wanted to get it out, so sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy :)

Warnings: 18+ for language, alcohol, and lots of smut!

As Aliya stepped inside Norman’s apartment, she could hear him yelling angrily from his office. She had no clue what he actually did in finance other than yell at people on the phone for hours, but she wasn’t about to make the mistake of asking again. It was much easier to just smile and nod along when he spoke to her about work.

She felt her heart flutter nervously as she tried to decide how she could gently tell Norman she was going to be going out to 79s tonight instead of joining him for a client dinner. Honestly, she didn’t have any idea why she had to attend every event with him while she was at home. It’s not like she could add anything useful to their conversations…

Shaking her head, Aliya took a seat on the ground in front of the couch. Norman always liked to remind her that the couch was a unique piece by some designer and meant for entertaining company. Something she didn’t count as anymore.

It wasn’t always like this. Norman used to make her feel like the most special thing in the galaxy, showering her with expensive gifts and whisking her away on exotic trips every chance he got. He came from an extremely wealthy family and when they’d met, he’d been taking a break to “live” before he would eventually take a prestigious position at his father’s company.

After he joined the company everything started to get so serious. Before he’d found her so interesting and smart, a medic in the GAR, saving lives! Now she was an embarrassment for him, ashamed that she’d taken a position with the GAR after med school because she couldn’t afford the loans.

The sound of Norman’s office door opening broke Aliya out of her thoughts as she nervously stood up and prepared to confront him.

Norman walked out of his office and smiled, “Darling! You’re not dressed, we’re going to get drinks before dinner so we’ll have to leave in half an hour-“.

“Actually, Norm, I was going to skip tonight! You know I don’t get much time off and I wanted to go meet some friends at 79s. I haven’t gotten to have a fun night out in so long and I just need a break from working all the time,” she got out nervously, wringing her hands together and glancing between Norman and the ground as she spoke.

The smile fell off of his face. “I thought we talked about this. 79s is not a nice place; I don’t want you spotted around there. It could end up in some tabloid and embarrass my family and me,” he replied coldly.

“It’s just one night. I just want to see my friends-“

Norman sneered, “Your friends? You mean the clones? You need to learn to separate that stupid job and real life”. He turned around to grab his dinner coat and step into his shoes before turning back to her, his jaw was tight as he looked at her with a cold anger, fists clenching and unclenching.

“Do whatever you want. I don’t care. You can’t teach trash to act with class. You’re just a little whore. If you want to go fuck one of those filthy clones, be my guest.”

And with that Norman left Aliya behind, her eyes stinging with tears as she tried to process what just happened.

Why was she about to waste her tears over that piece of shit she thought angrily. Screw Norman.

With anger coursing through her, Aliya marched upstairs to her closet to get dressed. She was going to have a good time tonight and forget about that rich asshole. She was done. Maybe she would take Norman up on his advice.

The music was pulsing loudly in 79s as Fives continued to anxiously glance at the door every few seconds from their booth.

“Fives relax. If she said she’ll be here, she’ll be here,” Echo reassured him, smiling.

Fives groaned into his hands before downing a shot. “It’s already 8. What’s taking her so long?”

“He’s acting like a shiny nervous for his first date,” Jesse bellowed out laughing, clapping an amused Kix on the back.

“If you think this is bad, you should see him hanging around the medbay,” Kix replied with a sly grin as he took a sip of his drink.

“Shut up, Kix,” Fives growled, trying to reach across the booth to grab at Kix as Jesse and him laughed at Fives’ misfortune.

“Enough,” Rex said sternly, trying to keep from smiling at his brothers’ antics. “I’ve seen all of you boys act like fools for some girls attention before. You don’t have any room to be making fun of Fives.”

Rex watched smugly as they all grumbled out excuses for their past behaviors. The five of them were in their full armor, only leaving their helmets behind, making the booth a bit of a tight squeeze- but with a common target for their jokes tonight, the boys hadn’t minded too much.

Suddenly Fives stood up, mouth opening subconsciously. “She’s here,” he announced weakly, nodding towards the door.

Aliya walked through the doors of 79s confidently, her black skintight dress, subtly shimmering with hints of silver, went down to her mid-thigh. The thin straps of the dress rested delicately on her shoulders. A small silver purse hung from its golden chain on her right shoulder. Her normally straight hair was down in dark waves, framing her face. Her full lips were a bold burgundy and her eyelids were lined with a bold wing and covered in a smoky shimmer.

She stopped and scanned the room from the doorway before spotting her friends and making her way over. Echo’s eyes widened seeing her outfit as Jesse and Kix let out whistles and applause. Rex shook his head with a small smile before taking another sip of his whiskey.

Aliya made it to the table and gave them a playful smile, “Hey boys! Told ya I’d be here.” She took a seat next to Kix as the boys all talked over each other to tell her how beautiful she looked. Fives just stared at her grinning.

After everyone settled down, Aliya leaned in and asked, “So…shots?”

Several shots later the gang was having a great time, shouting over each other and telling stories. Aliya was laughing so hard she started snorting and trying to cover her mouth, which only made the boys get louder trying to get her to snort again.

“Stop,” Aliya choked out through her laughter, trying to breathe again. “I need a break! Somebody come dance with me!”

Fives jumped up, “I’m coming.” Shimmying under the table and out, Fives stood back up and smiled at Aliya, holding his hand out to her. Giggling, she took his hand and stood up and he led her to dance floor.

Aliya turned to face Fives with a dazzling smile and put her hands around his neck, pressing her body flush against him. Fives slid his hands down to hold her waist and they began to sway to the music.

“So, you were running a little late tonight?” Fives questioned with a smile.

“Yeah. Norman kind of lost his shit when I told him I was coming here. He called me trash-” she said, rolling her eyes with a snort.

Fives gripped her waist tightly with anger and cut her off, “He had no right. Honestly Aliya, I don’t know why you don’t just leave that pompous bastard behind.”

“Fives, I know-“ Aliya hesitantly began.

“You deserve so much better. You are the kindest, smartest, most beautiful person I have or will ever meet. You deserve someone who worships the ground you walk on. Not somebody who constantly belittles you and shames you-“ Fives ranted, not noticing the mischievous expression taking over Aliya’s face.

Suddenly, Aliya let go of his neck and turned around; putting her hands over Fives’, lowering them down to her hips. Fives let out a choked noise and stopped talking, his heart beating faster.

Smirking at his silence, Aliya slowly began to move her hips against Fives to the music. “Maybe you’re right Fives. Show me what I deserve,” she stated innocently.

The gears in Fives’ brain had short-circuited. He let out a low groan, feeling her slowly gyrating against his codpiece. “Aliya,” he started in a low tone, “don’t joke about something like this-“.

“I’m not. Fives I’m tired. Tired of pretending. I want someone who actually loves me”.

Fives held his breath. This couldn’t be real.

“I see the way you look at me. And I know what you’re thinking. Because it’s the same way I look at you,” Aliya finished softly.

Fives felt his heart stop beating. A moment passed before he spun her back around and pressed his lips to hers, his hands coming up to hold her face. Aliya threw her arms back up around his neck as she kissed him back passionately.

After a moment, Aliya pulled back, panting, and Fives growled chasing her lips. Aliya put her hand up to his lips. The absolutely feral look in his eyes made her legs weak. She felt her panties growing wetter. “I need you Fives,” she told him breathlessly.

His eyes went dark as he grabbed her hand and began leading her out of the bar. The ride to her apartment felt brief, Aliya practically on top of him, her lips against his again. She let out a soft pant and Fives used the moment to slip his tongue into her mouth. Gently but firmly exploring everything he could reach. One hand gripping her hip tightly while the other was firmly weave into her hair, pushing her closer to him while he devoured her.

Stumbling out of the cab, Fives tossed some credits to the driver before following Aliya towards her apartment. With shaky hands Aliya opened the door, Fives pressed against her against her back. The second the door was closed, Fives had her trapped against it, caging her in-between his arms as he returned his lips to hers. Fives slowly kissed down to her neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin there. Aliya let out a soft moan that made Fives growl into her skin.

He slotted his knee in between her legs until she was resting against her thigh. Fives kissed his way down her shoulder until he reached the strap of her dress. He slowly pushed it to the side until it fell down, exposing more of her chest. Leaning forward, Fives began kissing the top of her tits, moving to the center before placing his face between them and giving her gentle kiss, groaning at the feeling of her soft skin.

“Kriff, you’re so perfect,” Fives breathed out as he began tugging at the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it up and over her head. Fives’ eyes went dark and he let out a low growl seeing what she had on underneath. A sheer lacy set of lingerie in the perfect 501st blue. Her nipples were hard, straining through the fabric.

Chuckling darkly, Fives reached up to cup one of her breasts, “Naughty girl. You planned this, didn’t you?”

Aliya whined at the feeling of his warm hand holding and massaging at her tit. “Please,” she gasped out.

“Please what, love?” Fives asked gently, holding her gaze.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, head rolling back towards the door.

“Anything for you, love.” Fives slowly slid a cup of her bra down to reveal the small brown bud. He lowered his mouth and gave her nipple a small lick, while his other hand massaged the other through the fabric. He slowly uncovered her other breast before moving over to suck on the nipple, his hand reaching over to gently pinch the other between his fingers.

Fives continued making his way down her body, kissing along her stomach, his hands kneading at her sides. Kneeling down, he placed a small kiss on her panties before reaching his hand up to feel her.

Moaning at the feeling of her soaked panties, he slipped a finger inside to massage her dripping pussy. “Kark, you’re so kriffing wet,” he groaned out. “Is this all for me, love?”

“Kark – yes,” she moaned out.

“Gods, I need you so bad.” Her chest was moving erratically as she panted, eyes closed. The feeling of Fives’ fingers gently moving back and forth between her lips, spreading her slickness all over, teasing her was too good and not enough all at once.

Watching her face, Fives slowly moved her panties to the side and brought his face up to her pussy, giving her clit an open mouth kiss. He licked the bud slowly, circling it with the faintest hint of pressure, gradually making the movements harder.

The feeling of his mouth on her was heavenly, Aliya moaning lowly as Fives slowly ate her open, like she was a delicacy he was trying to savor. She let out a small gasp when she felt one of his fingers slowly caress her hole before pushing in with a groan.

“God, you’re so tight. Kark, you’re squeezing my finger so hard,” Fives moaned, feeling her tight, wet heat pulsing around his finger.

Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she tried to watch Fives sucking on her clit while slowing pumping his finger inside of her. “I’ve never felt this before, kriff. Nobody’s ever done this for me. Feels so good, Fives you make me feel so karkkk” she babbled out, moaning, reaching her fingers down to pull at Fives’ hair.

Fives growled at the thought of her never being eaten out before and doubled down on his efforts. He was going to show her what she deserved. His tongue lapping at her clit, he added a second finger inside of her, pumping and curling in and out, stretching her out so good.

“Fives! I think I’m going to cum-“ she panted out, hands tightening on Fives’ hair.

Fives moaned into her clit, continuing to curl his fingers inside of her while he licked and sucked on her clit until-

“KARK”

Her legs began to clamp closed so Fives’ brought his hands up to hold them open as he continued eating her pussy while she came. She let out a gasping moan, her mouth open, eyes closed, back arching up off the door. Her pussy was clenching around Fives’ fingers, still pumping, working her through her orgasm. Her juices spilling out, coating Fives’ face as he tried to lick up everything she was giving him.

Finally Fives’ pulled his finger out of her as she let out an over stimulated whimper. He rose, face glistening, and brought his fingers to her mouth in a silent question. Aliya looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth, slowly sliding her soft lips down his fingers and tasted herself. Swirling her tongue, she closed her eyes with a moan at the feeling of Five’s slick fingers in her mouth. Fives groaned watching her take his fingers so well, his cock straining hard against his codpiece. She sucked his fingers clean before sliding off and releasing them with a pop.

Fives’ picked her up kissing her, her tongue going to lick at the juices covering his face and carried her to her bed. Tossing her down gently. She stared up at him, unclasping her bra to let her breasts out. Fives watched as she tossed her bra aside and removed her panties.

Seeing her completely bare and vulnerable for him while he towered over her in his full armor had Fives’ cock twitching. “Karking perfect,” Fives whispered in awe.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, before leaning forward to unclasp his codpiece. It cluttered to the ground and she gently touched his aching cock over his blacks. Fives let out a low moan at the feeling of her small hands over him.

Tentatively, she pulled down his blacks to let his cock spring out. It was painfully hard, beads of precum smeared across its head. He’d gotten a little worked up while eating her out. She went to reach for his cock when Fives stopped her.

“Not tonight love. Tonight is all about you. I want to make you feel good, will you let me?” Fives questioned softly.

“Yes,” she breathed out. “Please Fives, I want to feel you inside of me. Kark, you look so good, please please just kriff me”

Groaning Fives’ leaned forward to give her a hard kiss before laying her back. He climbed over her before bring his cock to her soaking pussy, rubbing the head back and forth, collecting her slick. “Such a good kriffing girl, so perfectly wet for me. Gonna make you feel so good,” Fives moaned, eyes closing at the sensation.

Fives’ spit in his hand and brought it to his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before lining it up with her entrance. Slowly, he began to push his hard cock inside of her. Kark, she was so fucking tight, squeezing him so tightly in her warm, wet pussy. Finally, he was flush against her. He paused panting, looking at Aliya’s face. Her head was back, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open as she let out small pants.

“Please,” she begged sweetly. “Please move Fives, pleaspleaseple- KRIFF”

Fives had pulled out and slammed back into her, starting a slow hard pace. Thrusting in and out of her, watching her face to see what she needed.

“You’re taking me so kriffing good, love,” Fives groaned out. She clenched around him as he spoke.

“Oh, does somebody like being a good little girl for me? Kriff, you feel so perfect.”

He kept thrusting deeply as he brought a hand down to her clit, slowly rubbing it in circles as he moved his cock inside of her.

“Come on love, give me another one. I need to feel you cum around my cock. I want to feel your juices soaking me while I kark you. Be a good girl, cum all over me. Let me feel you,” Fives murmured as he began to thrust a little faster.

God the way he was rubbing her clit while fucking her dripping pussy had her eyes rolling back in her head. She was starting to get close again. Then Fives reached down his other hand to pinch at her nipples. She let out a small gasp. It was all too good.

Fives continued to thrust his cock deep inside of her. He could feel her getting wetter until finally she moaned out, “I’m going to cum, kirff. Don’t stoppp-“.

Her back arched off the bed, hand fisting her sheets while she let out a moan. Kriff, the feeling of her milking his cock had Fives’ panting as he worked her through her orgasm. Panting as she came down from her high, she put a hand up to stop Fives. He paused and slowly pulled out of her, completely drenched in her juices.

“Fives, let me take care of you. Please,” she asked, sitting up to look at him. She looked so beautiful, that Fives’ gave in. Slowly she began to remove the rest of Fives’ armor, kissing every new place she gained access to. Once he was down to his blacks, she slowly began tugging up his shirt, until Fives pulled it off. Leaning down, Aliya slowly removed his pants, getting on the ground to pull the legs down and off of him.

Fives’ was completely naked, and Aliya looked up at him, kneeling in front of him on the ground. She felt her pussy clench as she looked at him. His perfectly toned chest, muscular arms, all of him – perfect. She leaned her face up towards his cock and face stopped her with a hand. “You don’t have to do that, this was supposed to be about you, love,” he strained.

“Please. I want to,” she said, looking up at him through her eyelashes. With a curse, Fives hesitantly removed his hand, letting her move forward. She leaned over and gave the head of his cock a gentle kiss. Slowly, her kisses get bolder, her mouth opening to give his head little licks. She moved and began to lick from the base of his shaft up to the tip, all around his cock, licking up all of her juices glistening on his cock, before finally putting his head in her mouth. Fives’ hand flew to her hair, as he moaned out. Lightly sucking, she moved further down his cock and began to bob her head along him. She pulled off and spit on to his shaft before sucking again, spreading the spit all over.

She bobbed her head, slowing taking more of his cock in until her nose was pressed against his pubes. “Kriff, you’re so karking good, love. Got my cock all the way down your throat, such a good karking girl,” Fives babbled.

Pulling back slightly, she brought her hand up and began twisting and sliding it in tandem with her mouth. She kept working, the only noises in the room were the slick noises of her sucking on Fives’ cock and his groans as his fisted his hand in her hair. Fives’ lightly thrust into her mouth murmuring in Mandoa as she continued to suck his cock, until suddenly he pushed her off.

“If you keep going like that, I’m going to cum love,” he panted out, with a chuckle. Aliya stood up with a smile before leaning up on her tiptoes and pulling Fives in for a kiss. She rotated Fives around and pushed him to sit down on the bed before climbing onto his lap. Hovering over him, she grabbed his cock and lined him up with her entrance before slowing sitting down on top of him, her eyes on his as she took him all the way inside with a moan.

Slowly she started to ride him, bring her face up to his to kiss him while his cock moved in and out of her pussy. His hands went to hold her hips and help move her up and down. “You’re so krififng perfect,” he whispered as she continued moving her hips over his cock.

Smiling, she began to roll her hips faster, her breasts bouncing lightly with her movement. Fives brought a hand up to massage one of her tits, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple before bring his mouth down to suck it. He felt her clench his cock as he played with her nipples and Fives let out a grunt.

He leaned up to suck on her neck as she began to slam her hips down onto his cock, riding him as hard as she could. Fives held her close as she bounced, kissing and sucking across her neck and chest. “Love, I’m not going to last much longer” Fives panted, his voice sounding strained. “Where do you-“

Gasping she begged, “Inside! Please”. Groaning, Fives took over, holding her hips still as he thrust up into her. Falling forward with a whimper, Aliya wrapped her arms around Fives, her tits pushed up against his chest. Fives was pounding her, thrusting up into her hard, the feeling of her clenching around him was addicting.

“Karkkkk,” Fives groaned out as he finally let go. Aliya moaned as Fives held her tightly to him as he filled her up with cum. Panting, Fives buried his head against her shoulder and just held her there as he came down from his high. She felt his hot cum inside of her, slowly starting to come out, leaking around Fives’ softening cock.

Fives’ finally lifted his head, giving her a chaste kiss. “You really are just so perfect,” Fives said with a tired smile. Aliya kissed him on the forehead before slowly pulling off of his cock and heading to the bathroom. After a few minutes she returned in her robe to see Five’s holding a glass of water for her.

Gratefully she took it from him and started chugging it down as Fives slipped into the bathroom. When he returned he came and sat on the bed beside her, slipping his hand into hers and holding it tightly.

“I was late to 79s because I was having some movers bring the stuff I had over at Norman’s apartment back to mine. Then I texted him it was over and turned off my phone,” Aliya said with a playful smile.

Fives burst out in incredulous laughter. “Seriously??” he asked grinning. She nodded, laughing at his reaction. A more serious look came across Fives’ face. “Aliya, I need you to know – I love you. I have always loved you-“

She put a finger up to his lips, silencing him with a smile. “I know, Fives. And I love you. I only wish it hadn’t taken me so long to do something about it.”

Smirking, Fives pulled her in closer, “Well, it looks like we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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I can't get over how you write these characters, thank you so much!!! I haven't seen much about him but what are your general headcanons for maul? Spicy or not spicy I'll take anything 😍

You are welcome! :))

That's right, I actually haven't written much about Maul yet. Which is strange, he is actually one of my absolute favorite characters. In general, I'll write about any Star Wars character I'm asked about, as long as I know enough about them, read enough or seen enough to create headcanons. That can be clones, but also Jedi, Sith or Bountyhunters, sometimes even Senators or Droids. It always depends.

Now let me dive into this....

Maul x fem!Reader Headcanons - Spice/Hurt/Angst And More

Warnings: Spice/Smut/Suggestive/Angst/Hurt/Strong Language/18+/ Also: Maul

How he finds out that you like him:

He has no idea. Completely unaware of where your intense interest in his person actually comes from, he wonders what this thing is that he feels in the Force when you approach him.

You have to be very direct if you want him to know what you feel.

How he falls in love:

It takes a while. Committing to someone is not easy for him, opening up is even harder for him. But once he does, you will quickly realize how extremely intensive Maul is. He is extremely possessive, almost obsessive. It is anything but easy to deal with him. Maul is also very very jealous, your admirers will find out very quickly how brutal he can be. He will rather demand from you than ask for attention.

He is secure in the force, but not in a relationship. How he was trained and raised has destroyed much of his mental, emotional world. Maul is always afraid of being left behind. He is scared of losing you alle the time, it's almost paranoid. He will be hard to deal with, especially in the beginning of the relationship. If you're lucky, he'll be willing to learn from you and turn over a new leaf.

How he handles conflicts within the relationship:

Maul needs the upper hand. He can only give in with great difficulty, he will try to remain calm because you mean something to him. But he will discuss a lot and always prevail in the end. It takes a lot of patience, a lot of work and perseverance to make progress in this area in your relationship.

How protective is he?:

Very. That doesn't mean he thinks you're weak, but you're weaker than he is, at least from his point of view. Someone who approaches you threateningly, harms you in any way, or becomes insolent should have made his peace with a higher authority and have a will ready. He can' t take a joke when someone threatens your well-being in any way, whether physical or mental.

He has no patience for quarrels or threats. He prefers to get things done quickly and for good. Word will get around quickly that it is better to keep their hands off you and be nice to you.

His love language:

Acts of service. Physical Attention. Gift Giving. His protection.

He's looking out for you, always.

He is also very physical. He pulls you abruptly when you walk past him to kiss you or grab your butt.

You have his attention and only you. He will not be seduced by outside influences. If he has decided to have this relationship with you, then you can be sure that no matter what he may think of your ideas, he will always listen to you and will not interrupt you. Maul actually cares about the things you say. He remembers important dates, he never forgets your birthday, he knows when your first date was and he will never forget the first time you met.

He also loves to teach you things.

He is attentive. He definitely notices and remembers your interests and preferences. You can feel that in your conversations and also in the gifts that he gives you from time to time.

Conversations:

It is smart and surprisingly sophisticated. Maul is interested in many things, there will always be something to talk about. History, culture, myths, food, politics, art. As long as you are able to hold a lively conversation, he is open to and interested in any topic. And he is always interested in your opinion. He may not always share your opinion but he won't ignore it.

SEX SEX SEX rough and dirty

Dom or Sub?:

He is a Dom, very much so.

He loves to take you in positions where he has absolute control over you. Bondage games are also quite interesting for him. But only if he can tie you up. He is very engaging, dominant and likes to seduce. However, your consent is very important. He will not force himself on you if you are not in the mood. Maul does not like this kind of coercion. When you have sex, it is important for him that you really want him, everything else would be an turn-off.

It would be possible that maybe there is a curiosity on his part, for a role reversal, but he will not address that. If you ask him about it, he will deny it. At some point in the course of your relationship, however, he will probably give it a try. However, his general emotional insecurity will cause him to break off the first attempt.

Favorite sexy things and Kinks:

He has a praise kink, when he dominates you and you tell him how great he is, the arousal will reach every fiber of his body. The dirtier the better.

"Yes master, take me, right there! That's so good master! Oh master I love how your big cock fills me up! Please fill me with your cum Master!"

He also likes to tie you up and blindfold you. Maul can be wild and intense, but he will never inflict pain on you, at least not more than you want from him. However, he is not averse to spanking or biting you if you ask him to.

Favourite Positions:

The doggy-style position. He loves to grab you by the hips and ram his lap against your ass while he takes you. He finds it especially sexy when you have a toy on your clit and preferably one in your ass, if your hands are tied behind your back and your upper body is bent down, he can't get enough of it.

Missionary, with your legs in the air. Maul loves to nail you under him. He'll press your legs against your body so you practically can't move. A hand rests on your throat, not oppressive or hurtful, it's just a gesture, but a hot one. If he can read your reactions on your face while you give him submissive, dirty praise, he's in seventh heaven.

About your pleasure:

Of course he likes to have fun and to do it intensively, but he never forgets that this is not just about him, not at all. On the contrary, he loves to give you orgasms, the more, the better. Maul can't get enough of seeing you dissolve in arousal. It fills him with pride and lust.

As for sex, you can be open with him. He will fulfill almost every wish.

Going down on you:

You will most likely be lying on your back and tied up or hanging upside down in his grip on his lap. His tongue is wild, skillful and fast, his lips can perfectly enclose your clit. He has learned very quickly what is most effective. When he pleasures you orally you are definitely the loudest, pulling yourself together is practically impossible. He takes you from one climax to the next and loves to hold you in his iron grip when you start to wriggle from overstimulation.

Going down on him:

He won't hold back, so it certainly can't hurt to practice how to relax your throat and bypass the gag reflex. Because as soon as you sink to your knees and his cock is in your mouth, he'll grab your neck, your hair and give you a deep fast pace.

He will talk dirty to you. Maul praises you and can not get enough of the sight.

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thebountyfucker · 3 years

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Embo Relationship Alphabet

My take one the Embo Relationship NSFW Alphabet. (First done by@justanotherstarwarswhore) The format is from Din Djarin (SFW + NSFW 18+ Alphabet Combo) by ChicanaStardust

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Embo values his partners, and unlike some other bounty hunters, he prides himself in caring for them. He is aware in the importance of aftercare, especially after intense scenes, and is the first to initiate aftercare. He enjoys giving massages (though they can be unintentionally rough due to his incredible strength) and will even go as far as helping his partner to bathe if they request it.

B= Body part (What’s their favourite body part on themselves, and their partner?) Just as @justanotherstarwarswhore said, Embo is not vain. He sees himself as a functional whole, for a lack of a better description. He is a hunter, he is a warrior... as long as he can fulfill these duties, he doesn't much care about how he looks. He is neither vain nor insecure in his appearance, though he is aware that his more alien biology is not a turn-on for everyone. As for his partner, Embo, again, sees them as a whole person. He doesn't like breaking his partners down into 'favorite parts' because there is more to a partner than looks. He does have a certain fascination with breasts, only because Kyuzos don't have them. Doesn't mean he likes them better or more, he just finds them amusing.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) Embo cums - a lot. He can orgasm over and over again, unlike humans. It's hot, and a bit sticky, and he produces more than many species. He doesn't have a favorite place to cum, but there is a certain pleasure in watching it leak out of a partner. (It tastes sweeter than human cum, but it has a bit of a metallic after-taste)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) & Dirty secret (self-explanatory) Eventually, yeah, probably. He grew up around kids and finds them delightful, so he'd probably want to have them at some point. He does intend to retire from hunting, but not soon. He considers himself at the top of his game and doesn't want to waste that opportunity. He is a neat-freak and a wonderful cook, though he tends to cook spicy, ethnically-Phatrongi food.

As for a dirty secret, I think he got around quite a bit when he was younger. Generally during his training days on Phatrong. Kyuzos, other than their weaker lungs, are incredibly hearty and rarely get sick. He didn't feel like he had to worry about STDs. When he left Phatrong, though, he slowed down a bit. He still sometimes sleeps with other bounty hunters. (What else are you going to do when you spend weeks on a ship alone?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Going back to the previous point, I think he's quite experienced with pleasuring partners of any gender. Of course, he's most experienced with those that share his same biology. He's still learning about how to please other species, but that doesn't mean he's bad at it.

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Embo would be the type to settle down with a long-term lover or two, but I don't think he's the marrying type. He feels that marriage is kind of a scam and complicates otherwise fine relationships.

G = Goofy (are they the serious type or more humorous?) Embo is very serious - it comes with the job. He might try to quip or crack jokes, but they usually fall short because Kyuzan jokes don't make much sense to outsiders.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.) & Head (Giving and receiving) No hair, upstairs or downstairs. He doesn't mind hair on his partner. He also doesn't mind partners without hair. To him, hair is inconsequential. He likes giving and receiving head.

When he's in a situation where he can eat a partner out, he will gladly do so. (He's got quite the tongue, though his sharper teeth do pose a slight threat to the nethers. He's careful, though) He likes receiving enough that he won't ever turn it down, but it's not a required sexual act for him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) & Intimacy (How intimate are they during sex?) It would be rare to hear that from Embo. He's a bounty hunter, and despite how much he may care for a partner, he does need to keep a certain distance. Without doing so, it could put his partner in danger.

He's intimate, surprisingly! He's very worshipful and reverent, but good luck getting any emotional intimacy out of him (for the prior reason).

J = (Jealousy and Jack off/Handjob combo) Embo, jealous? No! Or at least that's what he'd say if a

partner asked. And, to an extent, it's true. However, if a partner were to flirt with, or be flirted with, one of his immediate rivals, he would likely be a bit upset. He masturbates sometimes, but not often.

K = Kisses that lead into kinks (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed? What are one or more of their kinks?) Kissing Embo is... difficult. Circumstances have to be exactly correct (there has to be oxygen enough for him and his partner to both breathe relatively comfortably, which is difficult to achieve). He likes it... it just doesn't happen often.

I agree with@justanotherstarwarswhore that Embo likely has a size kink. It's hard not to, given his height. Otherwise, Embo is what I like to call 'a sexual chameleon', meaning that he will engage in mostly any kinks that his partner requests. (Within limits, of course).

L = Location (Favorite place to do the do.) I'd say bedroom, bathroom, kitchen... anywhere in a private home, really.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) & Motivation (What gets them going?) Embo is an early riser. Like... early. He'd get up, meditate, drink some tea, and probably do some tidying around his place before his partner ever wakes. When they do wake, he'd already have breakfast ready.

Clear communication is the thing the gets him going the most. But, he's also into a partner sitting on his lap and grinding against him.

N = No (something that is a turn off? ) He's up for almost anything, but I do think age play and scat/vomit play are off the table.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Good luck getting him to reveal anything about his personal life unprompted. He's rather closed off, though if one was to ask about his past, he might answer.

P = Pace (are they soft and sensual? Or are they rough and feral?) & PDA (are they open to displaying the relationship?) Both. He does as his partner desires, but his 'rough and feral' can be too much for many people. (Man's strong as hell! Without full cognizance of his strength, he can do serious damage.)

PDA is... very rare. Again, he is a hunter. He doesn't care as much about his public image as he does about his partner's safety.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Embo remembers a lot. He's more of a listener than a speaker, after all. Sometimes, he can bring things up that even his partners don't remember telling him.

R = Risks (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?) It depends, really. Does he experiment? Most definitely. Will he partake in things that he's tried and doesn't care for? Depends on the partner. He partook in much riskier behaviors when he was younger.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Embo is very protective. His business is dangerous. His enemies, even more so. He would protect his partner with his life.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) The Kyuzo don't celebrate anniversaries, so he wouldn't think anything of them. He would spoil his partners on dates, though, taking them to fancy restaurants and on expensive vacations.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.) He would like a bit of teasing, but he wouldn't say that it's the primary turn-on for him. He would also tease his partner a little, but nothing too extreme.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) & Volume (Are they loud during sex?) Again, Embo is not vain. He doesn't care about how his body looks, but he does take pride in keeping his uniform/armor as clean as possible. (Obviously, he can't always keep it clean... but he tries). He's rather quiet, but he does hiss and growl sometimes.

W = Whole/wildcard (What's a random headcanon for the character?) Embo doesn't wear much clothes around his home.

X = Xtra & X-Ray (Random Headcanon/ What’s Underneath those clothes) Embo and his partners sometimes have ritual sex to appease his goddess. Embo's cock is quite large - it's longer than most humans', and thicker. There are nodes at the top of his cock which are adept at rubbing internal pleasure points (g-spot, a-spot, etc.) He also has internal balls.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) In terms of how long he can go when sex has started? It's incredibly high. He can and has fucked for hours and hours without tiring. In terms of how often, I would say the higher-end of average.

Z = Zzzzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Embo sleeps very little and very lightly. It's biology and training at this point. He'll sleep for five hours at night, and then sometimes take a quick cat nap during the day.

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