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clone-anon-after-dark · 9 months

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Clones with an Asexual / Acespec Partner Headcanons

I’ve never written headcanons on here before, but thought I’d give it a go.

Word Count: 2915

Warning and Author’s Note: Some discussion of sex. Some asexuals have sex. Also mention of sex-repulsion because some asexuals do not ever want to have sex and both are fine and good. There are a lot of asexuals who are interested in partnership - romantic or not - so I thought I might write out some ideas about what that might look like with some clones

Included are Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, Mayday, Rex, Cody, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Kix, Hardcase, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Tup

Hunter

Hunter loves a partner who is passionate and wants to do the right thing. He would never be with someone who doesn’t also have the Omega stamp of approval. Domestic Hunter? Yes. He loves the steps you’ve taken to have a home that is friendly to his senses. No strong scents in the soaps or detergents. Blackout curtains. Towels, blankets, and sheets that are friendly to his sense of touch. You showed your love by making your home friendly for him and he has never been more in love. Hunter pays attention to other people and takes care of his family, so he was incredibly moved by someone caring about his needs in this way. Hunter will do little things around the house to show you he cares about you. You’ll come home to clean dishes, a tidied bedroom, or freshly cleaned clothes. Sex might be too much for his senses and sometimes touch is too much in and of itself, so he strongly believes in communicating what you both need. He’s always open to finding ways to express how much you care for each other and creating a stronger partnership.

Tech

Tech is acespec in some way. He might rarely or never experience sexual attraction. This man expresses his love best in quality time and acts of service. You will want for nothing. He might be too busy to think about feeding himself, but he will have an alarm to remind himself to pick up some food and make sure you eat. He’ll eat with you and want to hear about your day or tell you about what he’s working on. Besides researching topics of interest and fixing things, he loves going to museums and aquariums with you, watching documentaries, and sitting together in the same room reading. If you want cuddle time? He’s open to it. You’ll have to tell him the details of how to hold you and what you want and eventually he will start figuring out what he likes too. Tech is open to experiences, so if you want to have sex for closeness or to satisfy your libido, he would try it. “Physical urges and attraction are not the same thing,” he says. He’s always understanding that some people don’t or rarely feel sexual attraction and for him, it’s just a matter of fact. It doesn’t change how he feels about you. If you never want to have sex, he is completely fine with it. He wants to tell you about his latest project working on the hyperdrive anyway.

Echo

Echo loves your desire to fight for what’s right. He loves how you care about people and he feels so at home with you. Echo doesn’t like solitude so the biggest thing is going to be spending time together. He loves reading. Sitting together, snuggling on the couch or in separate chairs and reading something that interests each of you? Yes. Do you like hanging out with his family and have a good sense of humor? Those are big things in his book.

I know there are some theories that Echo only lost part of his legs and other people believe he lost everything from the waist down (plus his arm). But guess what it doesn’t matter. In either case, Echo wants to be loved for who he is. He wants to love you for who you are. What you both can or cannot do physically doesn’t phase him.

Crosshair

Crosshair is protective of his heart and does not easily open up to others. He does not like vulnerability and that also means he also doesn’t get sexually intimate easily. I think he’s at least demiromantic, needing to know someone before opening himself up to a relationship like that, so he understands not having certain types of attraction. He does like physical touch once you are close enough, but that can mean all kinds of things. He likes little private moments with you where you can steal away time together. If you want to blow off some sexy steam together, he’s game, but never pressuring. It’s more about closeness and sharing something with you that no one else gets. If you aren’t interested, he likes to cuddle. Sometimes he wants to be the little spoon and other times he wants to be the big spoon but he would never want anyone to know he’s a cuddler. After all he’s been through, Crosshair wants to feel safe with you and protect and love you at the same time.

Wrecker

Wrecker loves to show his love with physical affection. He loves hugs and holding hands and picking you up and twirling you around. As long as you are okay with some kind of physical touch, he’s more than happy. He loves when you fall asleep on top of him. He loves watching holos with you, eating snacks, and cuddling. If you want to have some sexy times, he’s game, but ultimately doesn’t need that. He wants someone he can have fun with!

Jesse

Jesse is so incredibly sweet. He loves cuddling and pulling you in close to sit on his thighs. The first time he does this he can tell you’re a little worried (maybe that he will try to take things further), so he is very reassuring, showing you he just wants to be close. He loves touch, but only if it’s something you like too. He likes consistency and so his primary desire in a relationship is someone he can trust and depend on and he also wants to be that for the person he’s with. He understands that just because you don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean you don’t love him. There’s a reason you want to share your life with him, after all. He lets you take the lead when it comes to any kind of physical touch, including sex. He’s a lot of fun in bed if you go down that road for closeness or address your physical needs. Otherwise, he loves cuddling in bed. He is most comfortable spooning and having an arm around you in some way.

Hardcase

While I don’t necessarily get ace vibes from Hardcase, I think he would be great with an ace partner. Especially if they are extroverted. A typical day would involve waking up, eating quickly, and some kind of adventure. Whether it’s getting up to shenanigans at a water park, or playing paintball, or spending the day at work for you and at the barracks for him, I see him happy to be busy. I think he would love to come home and eat some good food. He loves take out. He quickly realizes that you not wanting sex sometimes doesn’t mean he can’t have self-care time on his own. If you like the idea, he would love for you to buy him a sex toy. He sees it as a way to stay connected on that level without making you uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants. He is very open to learning what it means to be asexual, and quickly learns that not having sexual attraction doesn’t mean you have zero sex drive. He loves taking the time to learn what makes you feel good physically and where the boundaries are.

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart who loves quality time with his partner. He would love to explore hobbies like video games, baking, cooking, or anything with animals. Tup loves anything that is relaxing and he is for sure a cuddler. If you aren’t into touch, he likes things like sharing a blanket while sitting together or finding a happy middle ground like maybe holding your hand or sharing clothes. If you want to satisfy your own urges together, Tup is absolutely up for it. He thinks you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous and likes to take his time and make you feel good.

Dogma

Oh sweet Dogma. This man loves rules and boundaries. He loves knowing what is on and off limits because it makes him feel safe and secure. He also feels loved when you want to know his own boundaries. It shows him you care. So Dogma doesn’t really care about what the actual boundaries are so long as he knows them. He is quite nervous to initiate physical contact, even kissing, but he does say when he would like to try something. He’s very communicative. He does not mind if something is off limits. He just wants to show you love. He takes up baking, loving the precision of measuring the ingredients, so you can expect treats every time he sees you. When it comes to intimate relationships, Dogma knows there are many different ways to be intimate. He wants to be understood and show you that you’re the one who has his heart.

Fives

Fives loves a good time. It was something that drew you in from the beginning. When he first asked you out, you couldn’t deny he had some kind of magnetism. He was a total goofball. He knew about your asexuality before you started dating. You might have been a bit surprised when he asked you out, but couldn’t say no. Fives tells you right away that you can take the lead on anything physical. He likes kissing, but especially loves hugs. If you’re up for fooling around, he loves it. If you never want that, he understands. He just wants to be with you. It takes him a long time to admit that he would absolutely love to shower with you. A hot shower helps him relieve stress and he sees it as a way to spend some relaxing time with you, but he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s asking for more, so he might need some reassurance once he brings it up. Ultimately though, he loves quality time together. There will joking, laughter, and joy. Fives is also a wonderful friend and partner who you can trust. While you wouldn’t necessarily have taken Fives to be very serious, he’s incredibly serious about your happiness and making sure you have every little thing you want. If you’re having a hard day, he listens and holds your hand.

Kix

Kix loves being your partner. He loves the domesticity of coming home and snuggling on the couch. He might love doing some other things on the couch if you want, but he understands if you don’t want to. He loves laying on the couch while you lay on top of him and watch holomovies. He loves little kisses and holding hands. He loves reading in bed next to you before falling asleep. He’s also seen a lot during the war and carries a lot of grief. He trusts you with his grief and sometimes he just needs someone to cry to about it all. If you like romance or are in more of a romantic mood, he will go all out. Favorite flowers, candy, foods, whatever you love. He takes the time to learn your favorites for those occasions. You want slow kisses next time he’s on leave? He won’t stop thinking about it. You simply want to collapse into someone’s arms? He wants nothing more than to provide those arms for you.

Gregor

Gregor is open to learning about anything, but his favorite topic is you. He loves going out with you, dancing, and laughing. He loves a good time. If you’re shy, he finds a way to help you come out of your shell around him a little without pressing the issue. He wants you to feel secure with him. Gregor loves kissing and wouldn’t mind getting physical and when he asks about your boundaries going further, your heart sinks. You’re worried about where this is going and haven’t exactly told him about your sexuality yet. You quickly find that he just wants to express how he feels. He asks a lot of questions about what it means for you to be asexual. He’s inquisitive. If you don’t want to have sex ever, he takes the time to hear how close you want to be and what feels safe to you. He’s definitely not opposed to things like masturbating together if you want to go down that route sometimes. Ultimately he realizes that his favorite thing to do with you is turn on some music and dance in the living room.

Wolffe

There’s actually a fic about this here. Wolffe might be grumpy sometimes, but you make his life so much better and you get to see softer sides of him that no one else does. You understand him and he appreciates your support. He wants you to feel loved in the way that you want to be loved. He is completely comfortable taking care of his sexual needs on his own. He loves snuggling with you at night. That’s his favorite. He loves holding you and being held by you. You’re comforting to him. Before falling asleep, he likes chatting with you about how the day went and or reading a holonovel together.

Rex

Rex is awkward around people in social situations, but you’re happy to help him navigate relationships. He doesn’t think much about sex because frankly, he’d just like to make it through this conversation without getting lost in his own worry. Over time he starts to relax more and you find that quiet time with the two of you is much preferred to going out. He’s even nervous to hold your hand, but you tell him it’s totally okay. Once he realizes how deep his feelings are, he has to speak with you. He likes to know where things are headed and what kind of relationship you want. Queerplatonic? He quite likes that. Or something with more of a romantic bend? Yes, sure, that could also work just fine too. The only thing he really doesn’t want is to be with someone purely for the physical aspects. His feelings toward his partner are so strong and he wants nothing more than to protect you and let you know he’ll always be there for you.

Cody

Snuggle king. He is under so much pressure as a marshal commander and then later after the war, he’s dealing with a lot of mixed feelings about everything that happened. He loves that he can be with you, go to bed or lay on the couch, and hang on to you. He likes little kisses on the top of his head while you hold him. It helps him let go of stress and worry. He can feel you right there with him and it’s the safest place in the galaxy. You’re asexual? Great. He just wants to love you the way you want to be loved. You want romance? He will hold your hand and kiss the back of it. You want domestic partnership? He will hug you and do your laundry. Do you need some space to yourself? That’s fine. He will just be over here watching a holo and napping after buying groceries so you don’t have to worry about it. You want a quickie to blow off some steam? He’s game. You want to shower naked and wash each other’s hair and feel close that way? He’s good with that too. You want to swap pillowcases while he’s gone so you can both feel close that way instead? He thinks that’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

Mayday

Mayday wants to be with you, preferably on a planet that rarely gets snow. You fell for his dry sense of humor and how much he cares about the people he’s close to. He worries about losing more people in his life, so he was cautious to approach you. Once he realizes you’re around to stay, he starts to relax. Mayday likes to do little things to show he cares. He really gets into cooking hot meals. He loves making fresh soups and gardening. When he starts baking bread you swear you will never buy a loaf ever again. After all he’s been through, he’s happy to have the chance to be with someone and feel at home. Getting physical? He likes hugs, cuddles, and kisses if you’re okay with it. Just chaste kisses or little pecks on the cheek all you want? Absolutely. Whether he addresses his own sex drive on his own or as a mutual endeavor (if you’re open to it) doesn’t matter to him. It takes him a long time to open up in some ways, but once he does he’s always making sure you’re on the same page. He will always cautiously wait until he gets a green light.

Fox

He’s just happy to come over to your place and sleep in a real bed. This man is all about relaxation when he’s with you. Whatever that looks like, he loves it. It can be the simplest things, like having extra comfortable shorts to wear around your apartment, or folding laundry together before putting fresh sheets on the bed. He feels so comfortable with you and that’s the most important thing to him.

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mandos-mind-trick · 9 months

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Not So Silent

Summary: You're not as quiet as you think you are.

Pairing: Tup x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight exhibition kink, slight praise kink, Tup is a little possessive, accidental voyeurism

A/N: I so desperately want to get something posted but everything I've decided to write is taking me twice as long right now, so enjoy this short little ditty about Tup, his glorious hair, and his hair pulling kink.

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Tup freezes as the body in the bunk next to him moves. A sigh, the shifting of blankets, and then silence.

You whimper under him, the sound muffled by his hand where it’s covering your mouth. You’re stuffed full of him, every bit of him you can take as his hips press flush against yours.

He’s snuck you into the bunk again, a regular occurrence by now. It wasn’t like you had to hide, but for the sake of his brothers and their precious sleep, he’d prefer not to wake them. He should also be sleeping, but he couldn’t get the thought of you out of his head, so he’d sent a quick message and not long after you were under him in his bunk, stuffed full of his cock.

He bends down, his breath fanning your ear as he shushes you. “Quiet, mesh’la. Don’t want them to wake up, do you?” You flutter around his cock, hands clinging to his broad shoulders. He chuckles in your ear, the sound vibrating through your chest where it’s pressed to his. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? All of them watching,” He slowly begins rocking his hips. “Seeing how well you take me, how good you are for me.”

He keeps his pace slow and deep, his cock dragging along your soaked walls. You whimper under his hand again, your own hands sliding along his back. You slide one up his neck to his head, freeing his gorgeous curls. You tangle your fingers in them, tugging on them lightly as he delivers a particularly rough thrust into you.

He presses his face into your chest as he tries to muffle a groan, an idea popping into your head. You tug at his hair again, his face pressing harder into your chest as he twitches inside of you. You smirk under his hand, tugging his head from your chest up to your face so you’re looking him in the eye. He looks so desperate, so needy. There’s a wicked glint in your eye as you stare up at him, tugging harshly on his hair.

He bites his lip, exhaling sharply. His hips jerk, the tip of his cock hitting that spot inside you that has you almost seeing stars. You keep a hold on his hair as he continues to fuck you, his hips shifting so he’s hitting that spot over and over inside you.

You moan under his hand, letting his face drop to your neck to muffle his own moans as you squeeze around him, his hand dropping to grip your thigh for dear life.

You tug hard on his hair as you cum, hips jerking against his. He lets out a deep groan, your orgasm dragging him over the edge as well. He spills into you, breath fanning your neck as he groans.

You stay there for a few breaths before you release each other, his hand sliding from your mouth, your fingers untangling from his locks. You brush your hand over them, smoothing them before you wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses you softly, shifting you so you’re on your sides in his small bunk.

“Think we got lucky.” He whispers against your lips. “They didn’t hear this time.”

Several voices ring out at once, breaking the silence of the barracks. “We heard.”

Your face warms, pressing into Tup’s chest to hide in embarrassment as he laughs, his arms wrapping tight around you. It wasn’t so much the fact they knew what you were doing, it was more you would have to face most of their smug looks tomorrow while you pretended nothing had happened.

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nahoney22 · 4 months

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Hello my love 💚

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

Congrats again 🥰

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

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

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

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

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

Please and thank you, with love 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

4000 Follower Prompt List Celebration

Tup X F!Reader

SFW

prompts:

“I’ll walk you home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I could really do with a warm drink.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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deejadabbles · 10 months

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Hold On Tight (Tup x Fem!Reader) Spice

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

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

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

This is 18+ Minors DNI!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was home, with you, finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"T-Tup, not there, I-"

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

You were fairly certain the sheets were going to rip if you gripped them any tighter. His lips, his teeth, his tongue, they were working in perfect harmony against your skin. An almost violent moan left your throat when he bit down yet again, another addition to the marks he left across your shoulder and neck, his marks.

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

A soft tut tut noise sounded from his tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's when he started moving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or, so you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, he had grabbed a pillow for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tight! So tight!"

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

"Tup!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tup à Trois

Happy Tup Tuesday! Inspired by this delicious (and NSFW) Tup Spicy Alphabet Headcanons post by @deejadabbles and the absolutely unhinged conversation that followed.

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader x Jesse

Wordcount: 2,519 words of filth

Warnings: SMUT; threesome; oral sex; femdom; lingerie/stocking fetish; exhibitionism; voyeurism; cum eating; PIV

A/N: this didn't seem that kinky when I was writing, but now that I see all the warnings written out, I'm starting to think I might be desensitized. There must be something in the water. Anyway, here's my beautiful boy.

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“It’s just sex,” he says. “No reason to make it weird if everybody’s down.”

Your gaze drifts over Jesse’s body. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t hotter than Mustafar, but his particular brand of arrogant swagger does nothing for you. You far prefer Tup’s sweet, quiet sincerity and understated confidence. But if it’s just sex? Jesse looks like a wild ride.

He stretches casually, showing off the muscles that bulge beneath his uniform, and when you look back up to his face, he has a smug expression that makes you want to throw something at him. Like a drink. Or your pussy.

“See something you like?” he asks insolently.

You dart a guilty look at Tup, realizing you’ve been ogling his brother right in front of him, but to your surprise, his eyes are trained intensely on your face, his pupils dilated so wide that you can barely make out the rich brown of his irises. You recognize the desire in his gaze, and you realize—Oh. He likes that idea.

You’ve learned that Tup likes to watch. He’ll lie in bed next to you, watching you play with yourself for hours as he whispers sweet words of lust and encouragement. In fact, he often brings new toys for you when he comes home on leave. This is the first time the toy he’s offering is one of his brothers, though. Your eyes dart between Jesse and Tup, and they watch you with the same expression: pure, unbridled craving.

“Want to get out of here?” Jesse asks.

You turn to Tup, and he nods. You slide out of the booth so fast you nearly pitch forward onto the floor, but Tup catches you, and the three of you stumble out of the club. As Tup hails a cab, Jesse pulls you back against him and slides his hands over your hips, dropping his mouth to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder and licking his way up to your earlobe. His facial hair is a little more prickly than Tup’s, and the unfamiliar rasp of it sends shivers through your body.

Distantly, you hear some jackass cat-calling the two of you, but you’re too aroused to care. Tup rejoins you, and he kisses you with a sweltering intensity before he tugs you across the landing platform and helps you into the waiting taxi. Jesse slides in next, and then Tup, and soon you are flying through the skylanes toward your flat.

Jesse, clearly not shy about performing in front of an audience, continues his exploration of your body, his mouth and hands roaming over your skin, sliding under your dress to tease you through your silky undergarments. Tup sits back and observes, his erection prominently tenting the front of his uniform. You meet his eyes, silently inviting him to join in, but he just murmurs words of lewd encouragement as Jesse redoubles his efforts.

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” you ask as Jesse buries his face between your tits.

“I didn’t know if your mouth was off-limits,” he says. “Tup?”

Tup looks to you, and you give him a tiny smile.

“Give her what she wants,” Tup orders.

Jesse’s kiss is overpowering, breath-stealing, confident, assertive—just like the man. He ravages your mouth with tactical precision, all tongue and teeth and heat. When you reach your flat, the three of you crash through the door in a tangle of limbs and lips. Jesse kicks off his boots without ever pulling his mouth away from yours, even as you unfasten his uniform jacket and shove it down his arms. You fumble with his belt buckle, and his trousers are next to go, leaving him in only his boxers and undershirt.

You slide your hand inside the elastic waistband of his underwear and grasp the hot, rock-hard length of his cock, and you feel a sticky wetness on your wrist where his tip brushes against you. Reaching lower, you cup his balls.

“That all you got?” he asks with a cocky grin.

Raising an eyebrow, you take him in a firm hold, and a harsh groan wrenches from his throat as he thrusts against you. So he likes to play rough. Interesting.

“Enough,” Tup’s voice cuts through the need that clouds your brain, startling you with its harshness. “Jesse, strip. I want her to see you.”

You shoot an uncertain look at Tup, but Jesse only smirks.

“Enjoying being in command, little brother?” he asks, a taunt clear in his voice.

“Shut up and get naked, Jesse,” you order, and his eyes dart to yours in surprise, before darkening with arousal.

“Tup, you didn’t tell me she was so mean,” he says as he pulls off his shirt. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Nobody asked you to talk, pretty boy,” you reply.

“Shit,” he breathes, his movements slowing to a halt as he stares at you, his jaw slack.

You tilt your jaw imperiously, and he drops his boxers and steps out of them, and then he stands before you in full, glorious nudity. You try to maintain your bravado, but holy kriff, Jesse is something else. You know he’s older than Tup, and you can see it reflected in his body. Tup is strong and undeniably fit, but he’s leaner than Jesse, whose bulk is almost intimidating now that you can see the full extent of it. He has incredibly broad shoulders, a thick chest and solid core, and absolutely massive thighs. You reach a hand out to stroke down his abdominal muscles, and he shoots you a slow smirk that says he knows exactly how good he looks.

Undaunted, you make your way around him in a languid circle, stopping to admire his frankly incredible ass. He turns to watch you over his shoulder, and you notice that he subtly flexes his muscles as he does so.

“This isn’t a strip club, baby,” he says. “You can touch the goods.”

“I’m not your baby,” you say, but you slide your hand over his ass anyway, digging your nails in a bit as you squeeze the firm muscle.

As you circle back to stand in front of Jesse, Tup steps close behind you, hands drifting over your shoulders as he kisses your neck. You lean into him, and you hear the faint sound of a zipper lowering as your dress goes loose around you. He lets it drop to the ground, and you step out of it, still wearing your heels. Jesse hisses out a curse when he sees you standing in nothing but a sheer, lacy bra, matching panties, and thigh-high stockings held up by a flirty little garter belt.

“She isn’t mean to me,” Tup says with a smirk.

“Fuck me,” Jesse says, awed.

“That’s the plan,” you say.

“Do you think he’s earned it?” Tup asks.

You eye Jesse speculatively. His gaze is riveted to your tits, and you can tell how badly he wants to touch you by the way his hands clench and release. Tup sees it, too, and he torments his brother by stroking his big, calloused hands over your body, cupping your breasts and thumbing your nipples through the lace of your bra, then sliding a hand down to slip inside your underwear and caress your cunt. His fingers circle your clit and then slide inside, and your legs nearly buckle from pleasure.

“I’m not convinced,” you say, forcing yourself to keep a steady voice. “Maybe if he begs… On his knees.”

Jesse’s eyes snap to yours, and he gets that cocky look again—the one that says he’s not going down that easily, but Tup intervenes.

“God damn, you’re wet, baby,” he says, and you know he’s doing it on purpose to goad Jesse, because he never calls you that. “Sweetest little pussy in the galaxy. You should taste her, brother. I swear you’ll never want to eat anything else.”

He withdraws his fingers from you and brings his arm across your throat as he raises them to his mouth. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder and watch as he sucks your taste from his own hand. When you look at Jesse, he’s watching too, and he doesn’t say a word as he sinks to his knees.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” you tease. “Unlike your cock. Maybe I’m not the only one who sees something to like.”

You step a foot between his knees and brush your leg against his erection. Fuck, he is absolutely rigid and dripping precum. He thrusts against your shin, smearing himself on your stocking.

“You’re making a mess,” you say.

“Clean her up, brother,” Tup commands.

Jesse wraps a hand around the back of your calf and slides it up to your knee, raising your leg to his mouth. Tup stabilizes you from behind, his strong arms holding you steady. He still has one hand on your breast while his other arm drapes across your throat, and the pressure is just enough to make you lightheaded. The coarse wool of his uniform scratches your skin, driving you wild with the thought of Tup, fully clothed, watching a fully nude Jesse explore your body. Jesse licks the sticky fluid off your leg, then begins working his way up, kissing and licking, and occasionally taking the sheer, delicate fabric of your stocking in his teeth and pulling it away from your skin, only to let it snap back against you. The pair will be ruined after tonight, but it’s worth it to see the frantic lust in Jesse’s eyes.

When he reaches the top of your thigh-high, he pauses his progress to slip his hand inside and stretch the fabric, eyes trained on the movement of his fingers beneath it. He spends so long admiring it that you nudge his cock with your high-heeled foot, just hard enough to pull another one of those delicious, ragged grunts from him.

“Pussy isn’t going to eat itself,” you say. “Be a good boy and get back to work.”

Tup makes a helpless sound in your ear, and Jesse takes a deep, shuddering breath. Obediently, he slides his hands up your thighs to squeeze your ass, brushing across the scrap of fabric covering your entrance, and then he tugs your panties down your legs.

“Clever girl, wearing them on top of the garter belt,” he murmurs.

“Fortune favors the prepared,” you smirk, but you don’t get to enjoy your victory for long, because Jesse hooks his shoulder under your thigh and plunges his tongue into you. “FUCK!”

Tup huffs a breath against your face as you scream out the curse, and you can feel his cock pressed against your ass. He stares down your body to where Jesse is joined to you, devouring your cunt with the ardor of a starving man.

“Can you hold her, brother?” he asks softly.

Jesse nods his head without ever pulling away from you, and without warning, Tup lifts you off the floor as Jesse pulls your other leg onto him so you’re seated fully on his shoulders, straddling his face.

Fuck, he’s strong, you marvel, as he supports your weight without difficulty. His hands grip your ass, angling you perfectly into his mouth, and within minutes, you feel your body tightening in on itself. You grab onto Jesse’s head as your hips instinctively begin to writhe, and when he scrapes his teeth across your clit, it shoves you violently over the precipice. You scream as you fly apart, but it isn’t Jesse’s name on your lips. Tup makes the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard when he hears you chanting his name as he watches you come on his brother’s tongue.

“Can you take another, love?” he whispers hoarsely in your ear. “Will you let Jesse fuck you while I watch?”

Jesse is still working his tongue at a maddening pace, and your body jerks and thrashes between the two men. You’ve lost the capacity to speak, but you nod your head frantically, and Jesse finally withdraws from you. Tup lifts you off him and holds you, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your shoulders, as Jesse stands.

“Where?” Jesse asks.

“Sofa,” Tup says.

Jesse crosses to the couch, and Tup deposits you gently on his brother’s lap, then retrieves a chair from the kitchen table and sets it in front of you. He strips efficiently, and by the time Jesse has the two of you arranged, Tup is seated in front of you, legs spread wide as he lazily pumps his cock.

“Are you ready?” Jesse asks, his breath hot against the back of your neck.

“Yes,” you say, and you can’t quite keep your voice from shaking. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, and you can tell without looking that he’s grinning against your shoulder.

He eases into you slowly, and once he’s fully seated, he starts to move. You hang on for dear life as he fucks into you, your legs straddling his, and your arms stretched over your head to hold onto his neck. He cups your tits roughly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, and when he pinches your nipples, you know he’s getting revenge for your little stunt with the high heel.

“Don’t hurt her,” Tup warns.

“She can take it,” Jesse grunts, his voice strained. “Can’t you, darlin’?”

“That all you got?” you ask, parroting his earlier snark.

He reaches down to play with your clit, and as he does, he leans the two of you backward so you’re nearly lying flat on top of him, which has the happy effect of laying you open on full display for Tup to appreciate.

“Oh, shit,” Tup breathes, barely audible.

Jesse pounds into you until your legs cramp and your body slicks with sweat. You keep your eyes on Tup, watching as his hand moves faster and more deliberately, until at last he grips himself in a tight fist, and with three final, brutal thrusts, he comes, shooting thick spurts of sticky, white cum across his torso. That’s all you need, and you convulse around Jesse’s cock, crying out in bliss.

“Fuck!” Jesse pants in your ear. “Shit—You’re going to make me—where do you want me to—”

“Not inside,” you gasp. “Come on my ass.”

He pulls out of you, and you drop to your knees on the floor between Tup’s thighs. Jesse scoots forward, and you can feel the slap of his cock and fist as he jerks himself against your ass. Leaning forward, you lick the cum off of Tup’s skin, delicately lapping up every last drop as he watches you from under hooded, sleepy eyelids. Jesse lets out a rough groan, and you feel liquid heat splatter on your lower back and slide down your ass.

He flops backward with a whimper that almost makes you want to go for a third round, but Tup gazes down at you with adoration in his beautiful caramel eyes, and you snuggle against his torso as he wraps his arms around you.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

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clone-anon · 3 months

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

Of course! I hope that things look up soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sunshinesdaydream · 6 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tup,” you whine, tugging his hair.

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

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

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literallyjustanerd · 4 months

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Good Boy (Tup X F!Reader smut)

One of my New Year's resolutions is to be more shameless. So enjoy some utter filth, courtesy of someone who thinks there can always be more dominant-reader smut out there.

Description: You're unwinding at 79s after a long week, when you spot a certain clone watching you from across the floor. One who gives you other ideas about how to destress. Words: 3.3k Content: Praise kink, hair pulling, dom reader, oral sex, bathroom sex, minor 501st shenanigans Rating: 18+ (minors fuck off. please.)

Taglist: @freesia-writes @wolffegirlsunite @clonethirstingisreal @trixie2023

You’re four drinks in, and you’re starting to feel it. A pleasant little buzz tickles the back of your brain, just enough to shake off the last of the week’s tension. Propping one elbow back against the bar, you survey the dancefloor of 79s from over the rim of your spotchka soda. Before you is a rolling sea of bodies, pushed and pulled by the thundering bass like a relentless tide. You’re drawn in by the undertow, a hypnotic beat swaying your hips as you join the crowd and quickly find yourself lost in the rhythm. Taken far from the stress of a long, long work week. Stars, you’d needed this.

You come back to yourself after who-knows-how-long to the nagging feeling that someone’s eyes are on you. A quick scan of the crowd finds no obvious onlookers. Not that you’d be opposed to that: there’s a reason you pay the extra cab fare to the clone-dominated bar on the surface instead of settling for the cheap lower-level clubs. But just when you’re about to push the feeling aside, you spot him. Big, brown eyes, tucked into the corner of the room, trying hard to look like he’s not watching.

He’s in a private booth toward the back of the bar: the 501st’s usual post. Maybe you should feel a little sheepish about being at 79s enough to know that. But locking eyes with the trooper across the room, you can’t feel anything but intrigue. Only a split second passes before he looks away, skittish and, you could swear, shy. Nothing like the other clones you’d encountered here, all show and bravado: the other 501st members being among the biggest offenders. But this one? He has the same (handsome, rugged, chiselled) face as the other clones. But something about him feels different. Softer, gentler. He laughs at something one of his brothers says, and the way his smile creases those tooka eyes has your gut clenching. And that top knot? …Well. Maybe you needed to blow off some more steam than you’d realised. He’s making an effort to keep his attention away from you, but after a few long moments, his eyes betray him, and he meets your gaze once more. Here we go. You raise your glass in his direction, adding a wink for good measure. His eyes widen, and he nearly chokes on the drink he’s tipped up. You’re grinning, you realise, as you let yourself fade into the music again, working your hips a little more deliberately as you weave through the crowd to the back corner.

You don’t rush. It’s half the fun, playing the game, drawing it out, drinking in the anticipation. He’s trying, poor thing, to keep his cool, but by the time you reach the edge of the crowd and approach the booth, he’s visibly flustered. You’re close enough now to see the teardrop tattoo adorning his cheek. Is it an attempt to seem as tough as the other clones? Or an embracing of his more sensitive nature? You’re hoping, if you play your cards right, that you might just find out.

The other 501st troopers leave you no room to speak when they notice you, falling over each other to offer you a drink and a seat. You pay them no mind, taking a step toward the middle of the booth. “Hey. What’s your name?” Silence. The other clones watch, shocked and grinning. One of them, a Republic cog tattoo across his face, elbows his brother in the side to jog him into speaking. “Tup,” he says, and asks you your name in return. You smile as you tell him. “I haven’t seen you here before.” Another clone, goateed, speaks up, topping Tup’s glass up from a large bottle. “He’s fresh off Kamino. First time out,” he smirks. “We wanted to show him a good time. Maybe you wanna help?” You can’t help but find it cute how instantly his brothers become willing wingmen. And how bashful Tup looks when it's mentioned that it's his first time. The two either side of him barely contain their excitement when you extend your hand. “Maybe I do. Can I buy you a drink, Tup?”

His mouth opens, though it takes a long moment before he can summon the words. In the end, the “yes, please,” he stammers is drowned out by the cheers and taunts of his brothers. They all but shove him out of his seat and toward you, whooping and making crass jokes that turn poor Tup’s cheeks several shades darker. Lacing your fingers with his, you pull him in close and lead both of you back to the bar.

As timid as he seems, he’s just as eager, and twice as polite.. While you wait for the bartender to pour your drinks, he’s already asking you about yourself, where you’re from, how often you’re here, what you do for work. By the time you take your glasses and find a corner of the bar to stand at, you’re surprisingly invested in the conversation. He’s a natural gentleman, and a much better listener than most people you’ve picked up in bars before. When there's a moment's pause in the conversation, he tightens his grip on his drink and takes a slow breath. “You… You look beautiful tonight,” he says, so earnestly that you almost melt. It makes you all the more determined to show him a good time, especially when you see how pleased he looks as you thank him for the compliment, how happy he seems with himself for managing to say it at all.

You turn the talk to him when you can find a gap in his thoughtful questions, and try to return the favour. Tup gushes about the rest of the 501st at the slightest chance he gets. It’s clear he looks up to them: he talks about them like they’re his older brothers. The stories he shares have him more at ease, though he still looks like a tooka in headlights when you reach out and run your fingers over his neatly-tied hair. You're suddenly fighting the impulse to pull it free, to tangle it all up in your fingers and play with it. Later. “Haven’t seen many other clones with hair like this,” you say. “It's gorgeous.” Tup's mouth pulls into a wide, beaming smile, colour flooding his cheeks. He tries to bury his sheepishness behind his drink. Cute. “Thanks,” he mumbles. “The boys say it suits me. It's nice to have something different from them.” You almost kiss him right then and there. But you resist. There's still more to show him. “Do you want to dance?” you ask. He swallows hard, then nods, and lets you lead him to the dancefloor.

Even if you hadn’t been told that this was Tup’s first outing, it would still be as clear as the blinding neon lights around you. He’s painfully still, stiff and off-beat. Laying a hand on the pauldron at his shoulder, you lean in to speak into his ear. “It’s okay,” you say, as gently as you can over the thundering music. “Just relax. Follow my lead.” His hand twitches in yours when you guide it to the arch of your waist. You find yourself glad you’d picked the black dress tonight: it’s thin, with cut-outs and panels of mesh that let you feel his fingers on your skin. Starting slow, you coax Tup into a gentle twist to the beat. Before long, he’s easing into it. Following your lead, just as directed. It’s a kind of high, this feeling of confidence, of control. Of being trusted. Tup’s simple swaying grows to a roll of his hips, each one betraying more heavy intent. When he seems comfortable enough, you reach out one hand to his side, and pull him in close. “Are you having fun?” you ask, your lips inches from the shell of his ear. “Do you want to keep going?” He gives a shallow nod, and forces a low, breathy, “Yes.”

Reassured and wanting more, you tighten your grip on his hip as you dance. The distance between you has closed, the two of you drawn in magnetically. You wish you could press fully against him, but the hard planes of his armour keep you from feeling him like you want to. It’s maddening, only adding to the growing heat under your skin. Roaming fingers find a gap above his cuisse, teasing where his skin is covered only by a thin body sock. At the same time, Tup's hands on your waist creep lower. When you give the flesh a squeeze, relishing the feel of firm muscle under your grip, you could swear you hear a whine escape Tup’s throat. He does the same, bunching the hem of your dress in his fingers, deliciously firm. “You’re good at this,” he mumbles. You run a hand over his arm, squeezing the flesh below his pauldron. “So are you.”

When you pull back to look at him, the smile that settles on his face is brighter, sharper. There’s a spark of mischief in his eye, one that you can’t help but find endearing despite the ache between your legs. It’s driving you to impatience, your mind clouding over with all the things you want to do with -and to- this gorgeous, gentle, genuine man. You’re not sure how much longer you can last out here. You’re closer again, each grind of his body now presses one thick thigh directly to your core. Your pulse quickens. The music throbs around you, filling your head and pounding in the hollow of your chest. The air turns electric. Your hands at his back. Your breath on his ear. Tup’s greedy, devious touch dipping low, then lower. Low enough to grip a handful of your ass and squeeze, tight, dragging your pussy against his thigh. You thrust against the plate of his armour, turning to press your lips to his neck.

“Good boy.”

You hadn’t meant to let it out. It had floated into your mind on the haze of your pleasure and slipped from your mouth in a low purr, all before you could think to hold it back. But before you can worry you’ve taken it too far, Tup’s head falls forward against you. He groans, heavy and stuttering, burrowing into the warmth of your neck. His eyes shut tight. His breath thick, searing on your skin.

Oh.

When he comes back out of hyperspace, his eyes are blown wide. There’s something under his gaze, something feral. You clench around nothing, driven wild by one thought: you’re going to bring that something to the surface, to see what else is lurking down there, waiting to be drawn out. Movements sharpened by lust and high on power, you hook two fingers into Tup’s belt and pull him toward the edge of the crowd. “Come with me,” you say. It’s not a question. Tup looks up. As though entranced, his feet move. He lets you lead him down the dark corridor, stopping at one of the bathrooms.

The music dulls when you shut the door and snap the lock, sealing out the rest of the bar and leaving the two of you alone. You hadn’t realised how heavy you were breathing, not until you hear it in your ears and feel the heaving of your chest. Crowded close to you in the small space, Tup is faring no better. His eyes are laser focused on you, heady, hazy, and searching. A bright flush paints his desire clear across his cheeks, his lips parted enticingly. Curling locks have broken loose from his neat top knot. The loose strands catch the meagre light in the bathroom, glowing gold in a crown over his head. You open your mouth to speak, to check one final time that Tup is comfortable, that this is what he wants. Your answer comes before you can utter a single word: Tup takes your opened lips as his opportunity, and his mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your words and smothering your pleasantly startled moan.

He's not patient. Despite his earlier shyness, or perhaps because of it, his kiss is frenzied, desperate and hungry. There are hands at your waist, your neck, your hips, your back, unable to settle anywhere for long. Like he's afraid the moment will be cut short, like he won’t get the chance to do everything he wants to. Wanting to reassure him, you lift a hand to cup his jaw. Your thumb traces teasing little arcs, feather-soft, across his cheek. “You feel good. Doing so good,” you coax, words muffled against his mouth. A low, shuddering breath fans your lips, and his grip on your upper thigh turns vice-like. You're pushed back, caged against the wall, your leg hauled up to hook around Tup’s hip while he drives relentlessly forward in rolling thrusts, chasing his own pleasure, grinding against you. Each wave sends flames licking up your spine, the hard plastoid of his armour unforgiving. It's too much, and it's not enough. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, tasting spotchka and something sweet as his mouth opens wider to let you in. The hot, heavy slide of your tongues together goads Tup on. The hand that isn’t holding your thigh creeps up your waist to the curve of your breast, gripping just hard enough that the pleasure verges on pain. You moan into Tup’s mouth, and, shyness be damned, he grins.

Not to be outdone, you give in to the impulse you’ve been fighting all night, and reach up to pull his hair free from its knot. It cascades down to skim his shoulders, gently curling now that it’s not pulled tight. Sharp nails rasp across his scalp as you gather a handful, tangling it in your fingers. You pull back from his lips, leaving him chasing you for more until you move to mouth at his neck, nipping at his jaw and the soft skin below his ear. At the same time, you clench your fist, twisting and pulling his hair roughly. Tup’s knees almost buckle. A ragged, broken moan wracks his chest.

“Kriff, please.” The words are torn from his throat, voice fraying at the edges. You smile against his neck, tilting until your lips graze his ear as you reply. “Please what?” you tease, head spinning with your own power. “Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?” Need and anticipation saturate the air as Tup struggles to catch his breath enough to speak. He mumbles something faint and slurred into your shoulder. Leaning back as much as you can while still shoved up against the wall, you use your grip on Tup’s hair, guiding him up to meet your gaze. “You can do better than that. Tell me what you want, Tup.” Whining like a puppy, Tup’s eyelids flutter. You feel him swallow, his throat dry. Still, he wills his clumsy lips around the words, glazed eyes heavy on yours. “Want to taste you. Let me taste you. Please.”

You hadn't realised until that exact moment how soaking wet he’s gotten you, how near your own limits you are. When you hear the desperation in his words, his eagerness to please, you have to take a moment yourself before you regain your composure.

“Good,” you breathe. “Now… on your knees.”

The hand in Tup’s hair tugs downward, and Tup follows instantly, greaves hitting the floor with a dull thud. You hadn't thought he could get any more gorgeous. But kneeling before you, his big, brown eyes haloed by dark curls, your breath is stolen by more than lust. With trembling fingers, he slides your dress up, cresting the swell of your hips. The cold air on your flushed skin sends you shuddering. Your eyes fall shut, a hum deep in your throat quickly growing to a growl when you feel him tug your underwear down. Every inch of exposed skin feels electric, buzzing, sizzling like a lit fuse. Tup’s eyes flit from your exposed cunt up to look at you, kiss-swollen lips hanging ajar. Keeping your gaze locked, he leans in, breathes deep, and opens his mouth around you.

What he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm. You don’t hesitate to tell him what to do, giving orders he follows with a true soldier’s precision and rigour. Each pass of his tongue coils you a little tighter, tracing lines of pleasure from you until it sweeps low to dip into your entrance. The angle presses the strong curve of his nose against your clit, and suddenly his shoulders are the only thing keeping you off the floor. “Good– mmph, good boy,” you heave, breathing short and sharp against the relentless pleasure. “You feel so good, Tup, don’t stop.”

The moan that spills from his lips hits right at your core, sending your cunt clenching around his tongue. He’s strung out, verging on animal, devouring you like a starving man, your slick coating his nose and running down his chin. He reaches up to clutch at you, at your ass and the backs of your thighs. Even through his gloves, his nails dig into your skin, little pinpricks of pleasure-pain like bright, burning comets among a glittering starfield. “‘M close,” you tell him, grinding forward against his mouth. “That’s it, just a little more. Just need–” Too pleasure-drunk to form the words, you find your punishing grip on his hair again and pull, dragging his lips up to your clit and pressing him in hard. He obeys instantly, sealing his lips around the little bud and sucking. You throw your head back against the wall, your mouth gaping wide around a silent scream. It’s already too much. You fist both your hands in Tup’s hair and clench tight, fighting hard to control the peak, to ride the wave without losing yourself. But then, that clever tongue circles across the tip of your clit. Gently, brutally, just barely ghosting across the white-hot nerves.

Your mind fails you. Static fills your vision. Your ears are stuffed full of cotton. The air in your lungs turns to wildfire. The world outside shatters into a million tiny shards, until all that remains is you and Tup’s devastating touch, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of you that he can get.

You can’t say how long you drift out in oblivion before your senses begin to return. When you think you can trust your legs to hold your weight, you release Tup. He sits back on his knees, struggling to catch his breath, and it occurs to you with some embarrassment that you might have held him to you a little too tightly. He’s still panting as you pull your underwear up and shimmy your dress back down. Still, it doesn’t seem to bother him. On the contrary, he looks wrecked. He’s smiling wide, dazed and giddy, hair mussed, lips and nose glistening with evidence of his good work. You reach down to caress his cheek, and he leans into the touch, turning his head to press a wet kiss against your palm.

“Was it good?” he asks, sounding far too sweet for someone looking so utterly debauched. Your smile warms him, and his shoulders pull back in pride when you tell him, “It was perfect. You were perfect.” For a long moment the two of you stay like that, your gasping breaths gradually slowing and fading. Outside the bathroom door, the music continues to pound, a gentle reminder. Tup stands. His brothers are no doubt wondering where he’s gone. And yet…

“I–If you want to go–” You cut Tup off when he starts to speak, pressing a finger to his lips. “You were so good for me,” you say, hands searching around Tup’s waist until you find the latch you’re looking for. You lean in for a kiss, tasting your own release on his tongue. Tup’s crotchplate falls to the floor as you speak against his lips. “It’s only fair that I return the favour. Right?”

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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A Selkie's Love

Summary: One day, while you're on your way to work, you return a leather coat to a man who dropped it. Only to find out later that the man who's coat you returned was a Selkie.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1845

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I pulled a muscle in my shoulder, so typing is very painful for me right now. That's what I get for taking apart a cat tree that's taller than me.

The first time you meet Tup, it’s a bright day. Sunny, without a cloud in the sky. And hot enough that you regret that you don’t have a job that allows you to work from home.

In fact, it’s a nice enough day that you consider calling out from work to just lounge in the sun on the beach. In fact, you spend a whole 30 minutes fantasizing about pulling your new bikini out of the closet and just laying in the sun while you got ready that morning.

Of course, you’ve always been too responsible for your own good. So instead of pulling on your bathing suit and calling out, you pulled on your thinnest and most comfortable set of business attire, and pulled your hair into a professional knot at the base of your head, and headed out of your apartment to the ferry.

You have several important meetings that you need to be present for today, after all. Not to mention the negotiations for the werewolves are finally entering their final stage and you’re so close to getting them the land that they need to be safe-

You release a heavy sigh as your phone chimes that you’re getting a new message, and you glance at the many messages as you walk down the street. Several of the notifications are unimportant (a reminder for your nephew’s birthday party at the end of the week, a notice that your rent has been pulled from your bank account, a text from your mom reminding you that she and her husband are going on a cruise next week and that you promised to dog sit-) though some of the emails you got that morning are important (the Vampire coven you’ve been in negotiations with have elected to move rather than continue negotiations with the other coven, and the company that was dumping toxins on native dryad land decided to pay a settlement rather than risk court).

But, all in all, it was normal stuff that could be dealt with when you got to the office. Nothing that you needed to deal with immediately. And nothing that was going to ruin your day before you even stepped into the office.

You flip your phone case closed and decide to take a moment to look around to see if there is anyone taking the ferry that you know. The ride is always a little less miserable when you have someone to talk to.

Your gaze lands on a massive family, where a group of identical triplets are practicing their howling under the prodding of an older sibling…or perhaps a cousin. Their parents seem to be doing their best to get them to stop, but don’t seem to be having any luck.

Not far from the family is a group of college students, huddled together around books and whispering frantically to each other, all of them clutching massive cans of some kind of energy drink, and you do not miss those days.

The only other person waiting for the ferry is a young man, strikingly handsome, with long hair pulled into a knot and a teardrop tattoo on his face. He’s talking on his phone, and has a nice leather jacket thrown over his arm.

Weird, it’s far too hot for any sort of jacket, let alone a leather one, but that’s not your problem. After all, it’s not your job to police other people.

Your phone chimes again and you flip the case open so you’re able to read the message just as the ferry pulls into the dock.

It’s a simple reminder from your boss about the food preferences for the clients for the day, and by the time you respond and have the message cleared, you’re alone on the dock.

You release a quiet curse and hurry towards the ship, only to pause when you see the very nice leather jacket that the handsome young man was holding only a moment earlier laying on the ground.

For a moment, you hesitate, and then you sigh and walk over to the jacket. Now that you’ve seen it, you can’t just ignore it. So you stoop down and pick it up, laying it over your arm, and then you hurry onto the ship.

The jacket is much nicer than you thought. Soft and warm, and you absently run your fingers over the soft material as you search the ship for the young man.

You peek into several of the large rooms, and heave a sigh of relief when you find him near the back of the ship.

“Excuse me,” You half jog over to him, “Sorry for bothering you, but you dropped your jacket outside.” You smile at him and hold the fine material out to him.

Now that you’re standing closer to him, he really is incredibly attractive.

He very gently takes the jacket from your hands, his gaze locked on your face, a look of surprise on his face, “...thank you.” He says slowly. His voice is low and pleasant to listen to.

“You’re welcome.” You reply with a bright smile, mentally giving yourself a slap. You know better than to be distracted by a pretty face or a pleasant voice, some of your best clients were Sirens after all.

You open your mouth to say something, only for your phone to chime, “Oh. Um…I’m glad I was able to help.” You say quickly, before you turn away and press your phone to your ear, leaving the room to head to a different part of the ship.

You put the handsome man out of your mind. After all, it’s not like you’re ever going to see him again.

Several long days later, you’re very grateful that the weekend has finally arrived. Tragically, the nice weather from earlier in the week went away as a cold front came through, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You desperately need to get out of your home and go for a walk. Or a run.

So instead of pulling on your bathing suit and hanging out on the beach until you're cooked to a crisp, you pull on some leggings and a tank top, and decide to go for a walk in the rain.

You wander in the rain, enjoying the feel of the cool water against your skin and enjoying the peace and quiet that comes with the rain.

You meander through the streets until you come to the small beach that no one comes to regularly because of how close it is to the tree line and because of how little space there actually is to spread out here.

In fact, unless you’re misremembering, at high tide the water comes right up to the trees, which makes this beach a poor place for families to come and relax. But it is a nice place for you to clear your head.

So you settle on a raised root, and stretch out to watch the waves.

In all, you were probably sitting for about half an hour before you heard a startled noise from behind you. You turn your head and find yourself looking at the same young man from the ferry several days earlier.

He looks just as surprised to see you as you are to see him. Though, in retrospect, if he was on the ferry at the same time as you, you really shouldn’t be surprised.

The young man shifts his weight and nervously rubs the back of his neck. And you stare at him, bewildered. You can’t think of any reason why he’d be so nervous to see you.

He glances at you, and then his gaze darts away quickly, “Um…Hi.” He finally says, sounding incredibly nervous.

“Hi?” You turn on the tree root so you’re able to look at him properly. He’s soaked, but then, so are you. And you can’t help but notice that his ears are burning red, and he’s fumbling with something, though you can’t really tell what it is.

He really is incredibly handsome, you note, almost absently. He’s also incredibly fit, which you can only tell because his shirt is soaked and sticking to his body like a second skin.

“Um…so…I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you,” He says quickly, though he’s still not quite looking at you, “I…uh…have something for you.”

“...for me?”

“Yeah.” He glances at you, and then walks over to you, pressing the item he was fumbling with into your hands. “Here.”

It’s a small box, and when you open it, your breath catches and your face burns. Because inside the simple box is a delicate looking ring with a beautiful blue stone set in the middle. “Is…this is an engagement ring-” You squeak out.

“Well, yeah. I figured…we should probably get married in the human way too-”

“What?!”

He looks at you, and though his face is darkened with a blush, there’s something soft and adoring in his gaze, “My name is Tup. I’m a selkie, and you returned my coat to me-”

You stare at him, “I…I thought that was a myth-”

“Uh, well, unlike a lot of the myths surrounding selkies, the whole coat and marriage thing actually is true.” Tup admits, “As a side effect, it also makes me completely enamored with you.”

“What?”

“Well, most people wouldn’t return a selkie’s coat. They keep them so we can’t run away, but you returned it without so much as a second thought.” Tup says with a small grin.

“Yeah, because it’s not mine.” You say faintly.

“You’d be surprised at how many people don’t care about that,” Tup replies with a shrug. “Do you like the ring? It took me ages to find one that I thought suited you.”

You look back down at the ring in your hands. It’s delicate looking, with the metal twisted and curled almost like waves around the stone. “It’s beautiful.” You consider the ring for a moment, and you consider what you know about Selkies, and then slide it on your ring finger, and you’re vaguely aware of Tup’s blinding grin.

“You don’t have a problem with marrying me?” He asks.

You shrug, “We’re married whether I have a problem with it or not. However, I would like to treat this like we’re dating?”

“I can do that!” Tup blurts quickly, “Dating! I can do dating!”

He’s standing right in front of you now, and his touch is feather light as he trails his fingers over your hands, ghosting over the ring for a moment, before returning to your hands.

“You’re so soft,” He says with a sigh, an almost blissed out look on his face. “Would you like to meet my family? They’re all looking forward to meeting you.”

“All? What all?” You ask.

He grins at you, “I have a very large family. What do you say?”

“I’m hardly dressed for a family meeting,” You reply immediately.

“You look amazing!” Tup says immediately, “Please?”

You sigh softly, “Alright.” You allow him to help you to your feet, “Let’s go meet your family.”

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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arcsimper5 · 7 months

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Taking Notes

Vampire!Tup incoming!

Dedicating this little bit of spice to @amorfista because Tup is beautiful.

Title: Taking Notes Words: 1721 Pairing: F!Vampire Reader x New Vampire!Tup Rating: R (minors DNI, smut!) Warnings: P in V, unprotected s3x, blood, vampiric feeding, graphic seksual content, master/servant dynamic (if you squint), please let me know if I missed any!

Summary: Tup wakes up needy on his first morning as a newly turned Vampire. You're more than happy to help him out.

“Mesh’la… I need you…”

Breathy words whispered into your ear sent a thrill through you as consciousness slipped back to you, firm hands roaming your body drawing soft moans from your lips.

“Mmmm, morning to you too, Tup.” you cooed, drinking in the sight of his honey brown eyes, pupils blown with lust. He gazed at you like you were his entire universe, plump lips slightly parted as he sucked in a breath.

“Cyare… I’m so hungry,” he panted, hands moving between your thighs, forcing them apart, “let me feed, please?”

A soft chuckle escaped you, body moving to lay on your back of its own accord. The bond you’d created with Tup was strong, his desires flowing through your blood like wildfire in your veins.

You’d known you were going to turn him the moment you laid eyes on him, his passionate nature matched so well with your own.

His very soul called to your own, two halves of a whole, yearning to be united in living death.

Once his episode on Ringo-Vinda had happened, the timetable moved forward, but as he shifted his body to slot against yours, sun-kissed skin sliding across yours so deliciously, you had no regrets.

“You’re going to feel hungry for a while, sweet-thing,” you soothed him, arching against him when his hands moved up to your nipples, teasing the nubs as he rolled his hips against yours, “it’s only natural.”

“But it hurts,” he whined gently, sympathy panging in your chest, “I need you…”

His hands cupped the swell of your breasts, thumbing over the nipples now as his mouth fell to your sternum, kissing and licking a trail up towards your neck, his cock hard between your thighs, leaking precum. He couldn’t hold back a guttural moan as he thrust against you, so close to your core.

“Tup,” you gasped, pressing a hand into his shoulder, lifting him off of you a little so you could meet his needy gaze with your own, the intensity thrumming between you, “it’s our bond. You need more than to feed, my love. We need to connect, to be with each other.”

“Y-Yes, please!” he begged, bucking against you again, his cock so close to your core.

Usually, you wouldn’t indulge this kind of behaviour from a freshly turned mate, but irritation didn’t even form in your mind, Tup’s needy whines and whimpers shooting straight to your core. You’d been wet before you’d even woken up, his touches setting your body alight with desire.

“My poor, sweet Tup,” you breathed, offering a soft smile as he continued to whimper against you, his tongue sweeping over his lips as he pressed his weight against you, desperate to get to your neck, “tell me, how did it feel last night? Your first feed?”

Tup tried to fight your strength, unable to break the firm pressure of your hand on his chest, holding him back. His hands continued to fondle your chest, deft fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples, wanting only the please.

With another deep moan, his eyes fluttered closed, memories of last night flowing between you.

Images of his cock sliding deep inside you as you fed on him played simultaneously for you both as he opened his mind to you, allowing you complete and utter access to his thoughts. The pain, the pleasure, the utter euphoria he’d felt as you drank from him, tonguing over the wound before you offered your bleeding wrist to him, pressing it against his lips.

He’d bucked deep into you, hitting that sensitive, perfect spot he’d come to know so well as he’d drunk, his body seizing and shuddering as it changed, heart slowing and skin cooling, hands coming up to clutch at your arm, feasting on your very essence as he fucked you to his own completion.

“It was pleasure, mine and yours,” he gasped as the images began to flicker away, his amber eyes refocusing on yours, “it was perfection, it was… I gave myself to you, and I… I love you, I will love you, forever, my lady.”

His voice was trembling with more than just memory now, the desperate hunger he was feeling waking another vulnerability in him. You could almost feel the pain flooding through him, every fibre of his being begging him to sink his teeth into your neck, to drink his fill.

“I need you, I need to drink,” he rasped, eyes widening in fear and need, almost overshadowing the constant lust.

Satisfied with his answer, knowing he wasn’t regretting this, you nodded, opening your mouth to reply as you lessened the pressure on his chest.

But no words came, only a guttural moan of pleasure as he felt the hand give in to him, surging forward. In one swift motion, he sheathed his cock inside your tight heat and sank his freshly formed fangs into your neck, pleasure ricocheting through your body.

“O-Oh, Tup, Tup, yes!”

You forced his name out between your moans, hands finding their way to his thick curls, tugging the hairband holding them up away and threading your fingers through them.

He sucked in time with his thrusts, constant, needy moans vibrating against your neck as he drank and fucked, rolling himself against you.

Pulling him closer, you arched into him, his cock filling you so deliciously, the drag of his thick flesh against your inner walls driving you wild.

Without a word, his hands moved to your waist, lifting you up easily and changing your position so you were settled on his lap. His cock never left you, and his mouth never separated from your neck, his hunger still present and gnawing.

It felt utterly amazing, the power growing within him with every swallow he made, drinking your life, your power.

He was perfect, fingers trailing up your back, holding you against him even as you whimpered and writhed and bucked, desperate for more.

The beginnings of a haze tugged at your consciousness, exhaustion sweeping through you. He was drinking you dry, too eager, too hungry for you.

“T-Tup, you, you need to stop, my love,” you urged him softly, knowing how utterly consumed he was with his first proper drink, how good it felt. Tugging at his hair, you let out a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment when his tongue lathed over the small wounds on your skin, sealing them.

When he pulled away, his eyes were glowing a beautiful yellow, pupils still blown, lips stained with your blood and swollen. He looked positively gorgeous, your pleasure still growing as he gasped for breath.

“I, I’m so sorry,” he started, silenced when you slammed your mouth against his, intertwining your tongues without hesitation.

Letting out a moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth, you could do nothing but clutch at his shoulders and gasp into his mouth as he rolled his hips once more, setting a punishing pace.

He bounced you on his cock, muttering praises and words of adoration into your mouth until he couldn’t take any more, his cock twitching inside you.

“Cyare, b-bite me, feed on me, p-please!”

You didn’t need any convincing. Baring your fangs, you kissed his pulse point before sinking them into the tender flesh, relishing in the way the skin gave way so easily for you.

The sweet taste of him flooded your mouth while his cry of ecstasy filled your ears, two more deep thrusts inside you until he spilled himself, hands clutching at your hips.

And yet, he still did not stop seeking your pleasure, continuing to ride out his orgasm as one hand slipped between your bodies, seeking your clit.

The feeling of his fingertip drawing perfect circles on your swollen bud, along with the warmth now filling you, leaking between your thighs with every thrust, and the pleasure of drinking your love created a maelstrom of utter decadence in your body, swelling until it burst in a glorious orgasm, more powerful than any you’d experienced before.

Tup cried out again as you convulsed around him, your moans muffled against his neck as you drank what you needed, tonguing the wound for a few, precious moments before you pulled away once more, licking the last traces of him from your lips.

“K-Kriff, th-that was, incredible,” he gasped, collapsing against you. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as he held you close, relishing the feeling of your closeness. His softening flesh remained inside you, your bodies still connected on a primal level, the spent muscle twitching still as he came down from his high. “Is, is it always like that?”

“With you? Yes,” you replied without missing a beat, letting your body slump against his in return. Fingertips danced back up to his hair, playing with the curls and tugging lightly, whimpering moans drawn out into the heavy, sex-scented air of your bedroom. “Though I’ve never had it be that… intense,” you admitted, feeling more than seeing Tup’s grin against your skin.

“That good, huh?” he teased, earning himself a soft nip on the shoulder. He shuddered in response, biting back a moan and a plea for you to drink from him again. Guilt flashed across his mind suddenly, memories of him feeding a little too vigorously swirling between you.

“I’m sorry I got carried away,” he murmured, eyes averted. He was genuinely ashamed, no small measure of fear in his voice, “I never meant to hurt you, I…”

Shushing him with a lift of your head and a press of your lips to his, the apologies melted into sighs of pleasure, his tongue tangling lazily with yours.

“It is a lesson learned,” you whispered against his lips, shivering in delight when his cock began to harden inside you once more, his deft fingers tracing your spine as you kissed, every inch he touched electrified with desire, “and besides, I have a lifetime to teach you how to behave.”

Tup hummed in response, the wicked glint you’d fallen in love with so hard at first returning to his eyes, the colour shifting back to his normal, gorgeous chestnut brown.

“Is that so?”

Whatever retort you had prepared was lost to another cry of pleasure as he rolled his hips yet again, his hardening cock pushing his spend deeper and deeper inside you.

“I’ll start taking notes.”

#Star Wars Halloween Fic #clone thirsting #clone trooper tup x reader #tcw #star wars #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw tup #vampire Tup #Vampire fic #monster!au #tup x reader #tup x you #daniwrites

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mandos-mind-trick · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 22 - Intercrural Sex

Summary: Tup just really loves your thighs.

Pairing: Tup x reader

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

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

MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#star wars #star wars fic #the clone wars #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #x reader #clone thirsting #kinktober 2023

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rexxdjarin · 8 months

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The 501st Works

~~Fics~~

~~One Shots~~

~~Asks and Thots~~

Clone Trooper Tup

Sleepy Romantic waking up with Tup

Clone Medic Kix

Kix "Arch your back" Sinday asks prompt thot/ficlet

Arc Trooper Jesse

Jesse is a big snuggling guy thots

Jesse is a softie fluff

Arc Trooper Fives

One Bed SFW Trope

#clone trooper tup x reader #clone trooper tup x you #clone medic kix x reader #clone medic kix x you #arc trooper jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x you #arc trooper fives x reader #arc trooper fives x you #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #clone medic kix #clone trooper tup #the 501st #the 501st fanfic #the clones fanfiction #rexxdjarin #rexxdjarin writes

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deejadabbles · 6 months

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Languid Reunion (Tup x Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least he was here now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hi! For the Kinktober requests, could you maybe do DAY 9: Sixty-nine with Tup x Reader? Either way, I'm very much looking forward to reading your Kinktober content!

hello, my friend! thank you for sending this in, tup needs more attention! hope you enjoy 💙

positions | tup x fem!reader

Kinktober Day 9: Sixty-nine

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Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 69, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, cum eating

It’s new. It’s different.

“Don’t worry,” Tup coos. You turn around to see his smiling eyes peaking out from behind you. “I’ve got you. Just lean back.”

You’re on top of him, your spread thighs spread wide to cradle his head. Everything is backwards from this new angle, but the comforting warmth of Tup against you calms you. Because this isn’t some random hook-up, it’s Tup. He’s good at that sort of thing, putting you at ease. He makes you feel safe even when you’re an awkward position as this one.

There is no dishonesty in his face and no bribery in his movements as he helps guide your hips against his face. You still want to ask him how this was going to work — did you start at the same time or do you? Or is he taking the lead? — but all thoughts are shattered when his fingers trail down the perimeter of your cunt, stopping to spread you open.

“Fuck,” He rumbles between your legs. “You look so good. Can’t wait to...”

And he really can’t.

He cuts himself off to run the flat of his tongue along your slit up to your clit. You gasp, the sensation making your back straighten, a low moan of his name burning from your lips.

You take him in, from his thick thighs to the dark dust of hair trailing from his belly button to his cock. With one hand resting on his thigh for stability, you wrap another around the base of his cock. With the feeling on him growing harder in your grasp and the swirls of his tongue against your clit, you bend forward to tease his swelling head past your lips. The bitter taste of precum seeps over your tongue as his own mouth sends little zaps of pleasure through your spine.

While awkward at first, you both soon find a playful rhythm. It's like an unspoken game — who will come first? Tup has the patience and focus of a clone trooper, and you know what to do to make Tup fall apart. You take him further in your mouth, slowly while stroking his base, until you feel the blunt head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. It's then that you moan, letting the sound vibrate through his cock until he too is moaning against your cunt.

"Y—you sure you’ve never done this before?” He asks between licks.

You shake your head, moaning a"no" as you continue to bob up and down on his length. A shudder courses through the man below you, a firm hand digs into the flesh of your ass cheeks, needing and squeezing as Tup resumes licking you. Now and then, his tongue creeps away from your clit, dipping into your entrance to lap up your wetness.

The tightness building in your stomach starts to prickle with each lick and flick from Tup. With your mouth satisfying full, you meet his moving mouth, sucking and licking at his cock as more precum drips down your throat. Through the fog of arousal, you hear him groaning, his moans meeting with praise as he slips a finger into your dripping center.

“Fuck, you’re being so good to me. Wish I could see how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth…”

With another finger slipping into your cunt and his mouth wrapping back around your clit, your focus starts to dwindle. It's the building pressure in your core, his praise, the subtle bucking of his hips that make your want to reach the approaching curve, make a sharp turn, and tumble into the pit of pleasure. If the increasing roll of his hips and the more desperate strokes of his tongue are any indication, Tup is approaching that curve, as well.

You're losing yourself in the cadence as you grind back into his face. You need just a little bit more, you're almost there. Tup obliges, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. And just like that, the crescendo of your orgasm takes over the room, flooding you with a wave of pleasure as you moan.

Tup follows right after you, his muffled moans joining your whimpers in a chorus of euphoria. His balls tightening, his dick stiffening further, as he fills your mouth with his thick release. You swallow as much as you can while still riding the waves of your orgasm.

When the frantic squeezing of your walls settles to lingering flutters and Tup's cock is spent, you rest your cheek against his warm thigh. He runs a soothing hand up and down your thigh before muttering, "Come here."

He sits up, helping you readjust until you're cradled in his arms. A trickle of his cum drips down your chin as Tup cradles your cheek. Bending down, his tongue peaks out to lick up his own release before kissing you.

“So,” he begins, his voice airy, but satisfied. “I wouldn't mind doing that again.”

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