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Bad Batch Crosshair - Modern AU (Family is Annoying in any Universe)
A short look into the reception for Crosshair and Lyni's marriage.
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Crosshair felt joy in his chest waking up next to Lyni. So much so that he dreaded his next deployment because it meant he had to take a break from being next to her. But Riyo promised that by his next leave the adoption papers for the twins Brutal and Shadow would be though then he could take all three to get military IDs.
And after the adoption goes through we'll take a vacation just the four of us, he promised himself. It was a promise that was keeping him from murdering many of his family members at this reception. They were testing his patience with the entirety of the Fett clan turning out to meet who one of their party boys was settling down with.
Looking around he could see his brothers talking to their cousins Cody and Rex, with a few of their brothers standing close by. Wolffe with his eye patch was giving stern stares at anyone who was headed his way so most steered clear of him. Shadow and Brutal were playing with some of the younger members of the clan, and Lyni was keeping a watchful eye on them.
Soon Jango started walking over, and Crosshair could feel the anger build up in him at the sight of the man. Most of his brothers had a strained relationship with their father, who was rightly called a dead beat. Jango had done little to raise them, preferring to leave them with the women that he slept with only to turn up later with gifts to try and mend the rift. One of the reasons Crosshair had slept around so much was because he was tired of fighting the expectation with Jango Fett as his father.
Lyni's slender hand slipped into his and Cross felt his anger melt away with her touch. Turning he smiled at his Riddur, his wife, and tried to ignore the man coming towards them. Jango had not gotten the hint, "Crosshair, why didn't you tell me you had such a lovely Cyre?"
Because my sweetheart is none of your business he wanted to say but didn't. Instead stating, "You have never been interested before."
Lyni squeezed his hand with her left as she extended her right, "It is nice to meet you Mr Fett, I'm Lyni."
Smiling the flirtatious smile he turned on all of his children's partners Jango answered taking her hand to shake, "What a lovely name for a lovely lady."
Raising an eyebrow, "A compliment that will never be returned to you sir." Crosshair snorted at the look on his fathers face but Lyni gave her practiced smile, "Now if you excuse us I have other members of the family to meet." Giving him a short nod she and Crosshair walked away and continued meeting members of the family.
There was Alpha and his generation, Colt and the rest of the uncles, Cody and the rest of the older cousins and then Tup and the rest of the younger cousins. Not to mention the spouses and partners of many of the older ones. Colt wife Shaak Ti stepped forward and took Lynis hands into hers, "Do not worry young one." With one of the tougura woman's gentle smiles, "Everyone will fall in place given time." Lyni just nodded and followed Cross some more.
Finally they had mad the rounds and settled at a picnic table for some lunch. Lyni relaxed a bit when Shadow and Brutal joined them with Wrecker following. He had also been playing with the kids but stopped when the twins wanted to rest. At this table for a moment they were just the Bad Batch and the Dathmarian trio. Lyni leaned her head on Crosshair's shoulder and sighed, "Is it always like this?" Her hand motioned to the chaos of the family unfolding around them.
Crosshair wrapped an arm around her shoulders while Hunter patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Only on a full get together. Otherwise there are less people." Lyni nodded once but sat up with with her practiced smile on her face when others joined the table.
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I'm sorry if it did not have as much interactions with the clones as wanted and/or expected. I am just trying to stay writing on a regular basis and this is what came out.
Another comfy sleepy clone pile ^^
Oh wow, it's been so so many months, I hope you're still around Anon to see this! ❤️
Polyamorous/platonic poses
and the other drawings I’ve made for them
I've been making this playlist, any song that reminds me of the clones I'm dumping in here.
If you have any recommendations, let me know!
Tup deserves to have his hair braided! Dogma is really trying, he's not mad he just wants to do Good!!!
Bonus happy smiley tup because we love him
Some tup doodles I made for my last post haha
Dogma Headcanon
When he was a cadet on Kamino, he was not the same reg-loving guy. He broke the rules, snuck food, classic cadet behavior.
*Obviously, Tup was his batchmate. They were the closest in their group.
ANYways, in a training sim gone wrong due to their team going off protocol, his entire batch besides he and Tup got killed. Tup suffered a head wound, which while didn’t cause significant damage then, is what got the ball rolling in his chip decaying. Dogma, on the other hand, only had minor damage.
After this, Dogma followed the regs more closely, but it still wasn’t to the full extent as we saw during the show. He stopped sneaking food, and he broke the rules less, but he was still a fun guy.
One day, Dogma accidentally overheard the Kaminoans talking about the chips. He ran away back to his bunk room, but not before being noticed by the Kaminoans.
Dogma was escorted to the lab, where the Kaminoans demanded to know what he had heard. Dogma, knowing better than to lie to a Kaminoan, told them. After gaining this information, they *reconditioned Dogma, but only of the information that they didn’t want him to know. Once the process was over, they threatened harm to his person if he ever told anyone what had just happened.
After this incident, Dogma became more reserved, and only talked to Tup. This is also when he became a target of bullying, which also contributed to his love for regs as they were the only thing (besides Tup) that never hurt him.
A few days before being shipped out to their battalions, the Kaminoans pulled Dogma to the side. As a final effort to scare Dogma into behaving, they threatened to harm Tup and himself if he ever disobeyed commands. After hours of threats and a deep cut curved around his eye (which Dogma eventually got his memorable tattoo to cover) Dogma promised to never speak of what had just happened.
His first battalion was serving with the 501st, and not even a year into his deployment the Umbara arc happened.
*Reconditioning. In this little au, I imagine reconditioning to be somewhat different than what is normally seen in Star Wars fics. The Kaminoans can select what clones can and cannot remember, and to what extent. Reconditioning is very painful and traumatic, and only works when the clone is awake. The more specific an event removal is, the more pain it causes. In Dogma’s case, they knew that removing his entire encounter with overhearing the Kaminoans would be useless, and cause eventual suspicion, so they just took out the part where Dogma heard what they were discussing.
+Something to note: the more a clone is reconditioned, the less stable their chip becomes. That’s why more clones are decommissioned than reconditioned, as the Kaminoans didn’t want their plans to be revealed. In Dogma’s case, after he was reconditioned, his chip stability decreased. During Umbara, Krell noticed something weird with Dogma, and when he did some force shit and found a link to manipulate Dogma using his chip (not that Krell new that’s what it was) he used this newfound knowledge for his own gain. He now had a clone that would listen to his command, and he could destruct the clones’ trust in one another. Throughout this all, Dogma was unaware of his or Krell’s actions, and only came to when Rex was hesitating to shoot Krell. After he shot Krell, his memories came rolling in, about what he did and what Krell did to him and everything else he witnessed during the Umbara arc.
If anyone wants to write something about this go ahead! Just put the fic and where I can find it in the comments so I can read it :)
Do you think this matches their dynamic?
Rex, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Fives: Hey.
Echo: Hi.
Tup: Hello.
Jesse: Hey!
Rex: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Hardcase: We were out of Doritos.
Tup and Dogma's first kiss ! 🙂 not Tup's first kiss, though, he's slightly more adventurous... 😊
Sorry I haven't posted anything in so long ! For some reason I can't kriffing draw lately... Also I should probably warn you that I have almost no idea what this picture looks like, because as the genius I am, I managed to break my phone's screen day two of the quarantine.... So I hope it's not too blurry, or too dark !
I've seen people make Dogma autistic, and a stress baker, that bakes before major campaigns/battles, then I'm pretty sure he would also be stress knitter on top of that.
Since he could be unraveling and reusing the same yarn over an over again, rather than needing to get more material, for baking, constantly.
I like to imagine Tup just has an ever changing scarf with different patterns or type of stitch.
And because I'm feeling cruel apparently, after Umbara Tup would be left with a half finished scarf that he would try to finish, only to make that end too tight(lumpy), too loose(weird stretched out rows), dropped a stitch(a hole that may unravel the scarf if not fixed), added a stitch(that/those row(s) are going to be noticably wider then then previous rows), or all of the above.
AU where everything’s the same, except tup wasn’t designed by cowards too scared to let him be the Rapunzel of the 501st.
Bonus:
I'm in a Tup and Dogma mood, and I wish that we had seen Ahsoka interact with the 501st more. So maybe Dogma and Tup meeting Ahsoka. Ahsoka looking like C1 because shes happy with the attention, Dogma in H1 because omg a JEDI, and Tup in A1 because hes happy that Dogmas happy and Ahsokas cool?
society if they actually had Ahsoka bonding w the clones
Hello again! I loved my Bad Batch match up, so I would like to request a reg clone and one from your Grim Squad, please.
Here's my info again (just copy pasted)
Physical-wise: 155.5 cm with solid but chubby build, fair-skinned with a lot of moles, blonde hair and blue-green eyes. Also have glasses.
Personality-wise, I am an ambivert and quite adaptable. In new situations, I am quiet, somewhat shy, observant, and focused. Once comfortable, I can be more outgoing, cheerful, and curious. While I do enjoy social interactions, I prefer ones that I can be myself and am with friends. I am adventurous, like to travel and occasionally try new things.
I enjoy hugs, cuddles and especially head pets. If its okay with friends, I will be physically affectionate. I am good with kids and animals, and have been used as a napping pillow before.
My hobbies include writing, reading, different types of art, Defense, learning things that interest me, DnD/Pen and Paper games/RPGS, and collecting knives, dice, and plushies.
Thanks again! Hope your foot gets better!
Clone wars
I match you with.... Tup
Tup is very quite most times he's a well behaved man who looks out for his brothers and tries to do write by others but it doesn't always work out.
It's what makes you get along well is the quite shared between you both. He loves playign Dnd wirh yoy and some of the other boys. He makes great campaigns.
He has a small collection of Dice now due to you. Most of the boys you play do. But he has a lovely set of Dice with blue and silver liquid in them.
You have knocked him down quite a few times of trying to teach him defence arts. But he slowly gets a hang of it.
He loves reading books to you. He's so used to dogma reading manuals and rule books that he takes pleasure in fantasy books.
Please curl up with him late at night in the Barracks with blankets over you as you read with a touch shining on the book.
He loves physical defection but has to make sure he isn't spotted when he hugs and kisses you. Otherwise he will get a throddering from Dogma or a talk from Rex and Anakin.
Tup had to be careful sneaking out, marker forbid Dogma, Rex or Hells a commanding officer he'd be done for. he quickly navigates the barracks until he finally makes it outside where the fresh air greets him.
Tup takes a large breath as he moves again hoping that if he is fast enough he can meet you half way before who head home.
He jogs his Plastoid clicking together as he moves quickly again. And he makes it to the corner just as you start walking doen the alley.
"Y/n!" He calls out making your head snap towards him in shock before a smile makes it's way to your lips.
You are quick to move towards him, throwing your arms aroudn his armored shoudlers and pulling him in for a hug.
"Tup!, what are you doing here I thought you weren't back until tomorrow" you say into his shoulder as he spins you around holding you close.
"Our mission went well and we got back early and we go on shore leave tomorrow. I wanted to get to you before so I can spend more time with you" Yup replys, he leans over and places a soft kiss to your cheek.
"Missed you Tup" you say lightly ad you Grab his hand and pull him to walk with you. "I missed you too cyar'ika"
Grim Squad
I match you with.... Glaus
For a man with no voice he sure has alot to say. His hand signs are fluent and fast that sometimes he has to repeat himself.
Shreder has taken to being Glaus translator so he can't do sign due to mission finger but he sure knows what Glaus is talking about.
The Mando'a on his armor is 'shit Talker' and 'read my hands'
He gets called shit talker due to how much he can complain without consequence. Only a few other clones outside of his batch know what he says. He's a big gossip.
He does try and teach you sign so you understand certain things.
He is very physical affected due to not being able to 'talk'.
He can be quite a flirt if he wants but most times it's alot in translation due to his squad messing with him.
Please read for him, he misses reading out loud alot and wishes he could. But now he can have you read to him with the excuse he can read to you.
He's not aloud to partake DnD nights with his squad. He causes to much havoc with hand signs and others are too drunk to understand. So most times he will sit with you and talk shit about his brothers.
He loves writing you little love letters and notes. He has a little note pad that connects to his armor so he can write.
He's very romantic becuase he wants to make up for things he can't do. Like telling you how much he loves and adores you.
"Glaus, babe can you come here!" You called four in panic which makes the clone move from his spot in your lounge room to quickly make your way to be kitchen. 'What's wrong?, are you alright' his hands spell out to you.
"Can you reach the Jar on the top shelve, I'm too short without a chair and even then I have to be on my toes" you say pointing up to the Jar.
Glaus shakes his head in amusement. 'I can get that for you my love' he is quick to move closer reaction up and grabbing the Jar. He holds it out to you with a smile on his face.
'I love how short you are' he signs one the Jar is out of his hands. You blush lightly turning away which causes him to make a small huffing laugh thought his nose.
"Now your just being mean!, and to think I was going to make you your favourite tonight" you say crossing your arms.
His smile never faulter as his hands move to quick for you to read this time. "Babe can you repeat that, you were going a little to fast for me" you reply only for him to nod and resign.
'You love me to much to do that Sweetheart'
"Its a very tempting thing to do, beloved" you say before signing the last part. His eyes shoot up more ' you have been practising ?' He States moving to wrap his arms around you and placing a light kiss to your head.
For those who don't know I'm also a Simp for Tup and I love all of his content.
Pull | Tup x Reader
I just realized I hit 200 followers, thank y'all so much!! My writer's block continues but luckily I have a few fics stored up from ages ago, like this one. Enjoy and thank you for 200!! 🥰😘
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (m & f receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, cockwarming, fluff
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He was exhausted, everyone was. Tup was especially exhausted after being punched in the gut by an unarmed clanker. He just wanted to shower and sleep, and see you. He'd been planet-side for weeks, but now that the campaign was over they were allowed to head back to the Resolute.
Tup was lucky his feet were able to carry him back to your room. You weren't there so he assumed you were working the late shift again. He collapsed into a chair for a moment, resting until he felt like he had enough energy to stand in the shower for half an hour. He took off as much of his armor as he could while still sitting down before having to stand and remove the rest.
He had just entered the refresher when he heard the main door open. He poked his head out and saw you walk in, looking just as exhausted as him. You peeled off your bloody medic coat and tossed it into a bin to be washed, or discarded.
“Hey,” he said with a small smile. You turned to look at him. “Hey, Tup. When did you get back?”
“A couple hours ago,” he answered, “I was about to have a shower, do you want to join me?”
“Kriff yes,” you accepted. You stepped into the refresher with him and began shedding your layers of clothing. Tup turned on the water and removed the top of his blacks while he was waiting for the water to warm up. “Rough day?” He asked. “Like you wouldn’t believe. Was the campaign that tough or was Skywalker being particularly reckless this time?” You replied. Tup checked the water a last time and stripped out of his blacks completely. “It was a little of both,” he told you.
Tup watched as you took the last of your clothes off and stepped into the shower, pulling him in after you. “What about you, baby? You’re not hurt are you? I’m glad you weren’t in the medbay,” you said, hugging him from behind. You rested your head against his warm back, feeling the water run over your arms as it cascaded down his front.
“Just a metal fist to my stomach, I’ll be fine,” he said. You removed your arms, “sorry.” He assured you he was fine again and you started massaging his back. You ran your hands over his tan skin, gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. That’s when you noticed his hair was still up. It was messy, tangled, and dirty but still held into a bun. You laughed at the fact that his hair was able to hold up better than yours.
“Tup, honey, your hair is a mess. Let me wash it for you, I know you love when I play with your hair,” you said. You reached up and took his hair out letting it fall over his shoulders. You made sure to get it completely wet before working on it further.
You were right, Tup did love when you played with his hair, a little too much. His scalp was more sensitive than his brothers and it felt like heaven whenever you played with or tugged on his hair. Tup didn’t exactly have the energy for sex right now and he knew you didn’t either. He would just have to try and not let it affect him like it usually did. He tried to preoccupy himself by lathering his chest and arms with soap.
You worked your fingers through his hair, starting at his scalp and running your fingers through the length of his dark wavy hair. Most of it was fine but occasionally your fingers would get caught on a knot or a tangle and pull his hair a little bit. You apologized every time, knowing he probably didn't want you yanking his head around right now.
Tup on the other hand was having a difficult time keeping quiet. Every time your fingers got stuck and pulled, he had to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning or whimpering. He looked down a little and found himself rock hard from your ministrations. He cursed himself in his mind, you were just trying to do him a favor, why did it have to turn him on?
You got his hair untangled and squirted some shampoo into your hand before beginning to massage his head. Tup's eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he bit down on part of his hand, trying not to make any noise. He didn't want you to feel obligated to please him just because he was aroused. You were tired and you probably wanted to go to bed, not exhaust yourself even more by trying to get him off.
An idea popped into his head. Since you were behind him and had no view of his front, or the effect you were currently having on him, he might be able to fix this. If he could quietly jerk himself off without you knowing, you could both just go to bed once you were done showering.
Tup took his other hand, still covered in soap, and brought it to his throbbing length. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep quiet. He slowly stroked up and down his cock, now trying to keep his breathing normal. Your nails dragged against his scalp and his knees nearly buckled. The hand on his cock now speeding up, long drags had turned into quick tugs. It felt so damn good. The combination of your fingers working through and pulling his hair and the simulation to his cock was getting him close very fast.
Tup had been sure he was being quiet and trying to breathe steady, but what he hadn't accounted for was the growing tension in his muscles as he got closer to his release. You had noticed he was growing stiff and almost starting to shake. It confused you and you slowed your hands to a stop, letting the water rinse out the soap in his hair.
"Babe, are you ok?" You asked. He didn't reply, just let out a shaky breath. You placed your hands on his waist. "Tup," you called again, "sweetheart, what's wrong?" You nudged his sides trying to get him to turn around and face you but he didn't move. You decided to move around him since he wasn't going to, and that's when you saw his situation.
He was biting down hard on the skin between his thumb and index finger while his other hand had stopped moving on his dick and was now squeezing the base. He let out a breath and looked at you. "I'm sorry, baby. I couldn't help it," he said, looking away in embarrassment. "I thought I could....without you noticing, but.."
You cupped his cheek and turned his head to look at you. "It's alright, hun, I should've known better," you said. "Now let me take care of it for you." Tup looked worried and grabbed your hands in his before you could touch him. "No! That's exactly why I was doing it myself. You're exhausted and need rest, I don't want you to feel obligated to please me whenever I get a hard on," he rambled. "It'll go away, I'll be fine."
You raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah, right. Tup just let me-"
"No!" He persisted, "you've spent all day taking care of my brothers, you need time to relax." You wiggled your hands out of his grasp and placed them on his cheeks again. "Yes, and now I want to spend my time taking care of my favorite boy," you said, your expression loving. Tup still looked a little embarrassed. "But you-"
"Tup, did it ever occur to you that I might enjoy sucking you off? That I do it because I enjoy it too?" You saw his eyes move around as he considered your words, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "I like making you feel good, Tup, it makes me feel good too. Now will you let me touch you?" His shoulders sagged in defeat and he looked at the shower floor again. You reached out and took him in your hand, making him hiss. You walked him back so he was leaning his back against the shower wall. You whispered a 'please' and he slowly nodded.
With his permission, you sank to your knees and licked a teasing stripe from base to tip. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive tip before closing your lips around it. Tup couldn't hold back the moan that flew past his lips, throwing his head back against the tiled wall. You slowly took him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You held there for a moment until you heard him whimper above you and you started bobbing your head. You used your hands on what you couldn't fit in your mouth, you felt a hand come to rest at the back of your head. He didn't apply any pressure, he just needed something to ground him.
He was rapidly approaching his high, having been so close already. His moans bounced around the room, the sound music to your ears. You knew he was close and you sucked harder, beginning to gently massage his balls with your other hand. He moaned out your name, his fingers digging into your hair. Your mouth was driving him crazy and your tongue hit every spot that made him twitch in your mouth. You knew just how to work him into a whimpering mess with your velvet mouth.
You sucked hard before pulling off of him and standing up. You kept working him closer with one hand while worming the other into his hair, scraping your nails along his scalp. A high pitched moan escaped his throat and he grabbed onto your arm. "I know you're close, baby. Does that feel good?" You cooed. Tup bit his lip, whimpering and cursing under his breath. "Y-yes, feels incredible," he breathed.
Your hand sped up, jerking him furiously. "C'mon, Tup," you urged. "Be a good boy and cum for me." You finished your words with a sharp tug on his hair. Tup shouted out as he came, spilling his seed on your stomach and his. You worked him through his orgasm, letting the water wash away his release. The tension was gone from his body and he looked more relaxed. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Will you let me return the favor?" You sighed. "You need to learn to be a little selfish, baby," you said.
You both finished washing up and turned off the shower. You dried off and Tup let you brush his hair and dry it as best you could. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug before looking down at you affectionately.
"Can I please return the favor now?" He asked. You forwent clothes and walked into the bedroom naked. "Babe, you injured your stomach. I don't want you laying on it just for me," you told him. Tup followed you into the bedroom, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to face him. "Then how about you ride my face? I enjoy making you feel good too," he said, smirking fondly. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You know I love the way you taste."
You felt yourself grow wet at his words. You sighed again, he was so sweet, how could you deny him? Besides, fair is fair. "Alright, I suppose," you gave in.
Tup laid back on the bed and got comfortable before motioning you towards him. You climbed on the bed and straddled his chest. He put his arms under your thighs and around your back, urging you forward towards his mouth. "Are you sure, baby? You're already tired and I don't want to suffocate you," you whined. "I'm never too tired to love you," Tup smiled. He nudged you up more, nearly getting you into position. "C'mon, love. Lemme taste," he begged sweetly. There was something about the way he said it that made you give in. You moved over his face but couldn't make eye contact with him, or lower yourself onto his mouth.
Tup exhaled, the warm air fanning over your rapidly moistening center. He parted your folds with one hand, lightly blowing, causing you to shudder. He lifted his head and licked a quick stripe up your slit. You squeaked in surprise and pleasure, chancing a look down at him. He smiled warmly at you and slowly pulled you down. "Just enjoy it, I'm gonna make you feel good."
Your cunt finally rested on his mouth and he immediately got to work, ripping moans from you as he devoured your pussy. One look at Tup might make you think he was innocent and inexperienced, but Maker the things he could do with that mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair and he moaned, sending pleasant vibrations through you. You felt his hips buck into the air as he got worked up again.
You tried to resist grinding into his face as he ate you out. His tongue expertly playing with your clit, flicking over it and sucking on it. In between which he would stick it into you and wiggle it around, tasting every delicious inch he could reach. You kept a firm grip on his hair, pulling when he hit a specifically good spot.
“Tup,” you moaned out, grabbing the headboard. You knew without a doubt he was hard again. You took your hand off the headboard and slid it down his body, intent on pleasing him too. He was having none of it. He wrapped his lips around your bud and sucked hard, making you scream and grab the headboard again.
You could feel him chuckle into your folds and you looked down at him, seeing the innocent look in his eyes. That look combined with him sliding two fingers into you and abusing your clit with his tongue, sent you over the edge. You pulled harshly on his hair and your mouth flew open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Tup slurped up the juices that spilled from within you, gently cleaning you up as you came down from your high.
Once you got your senses back, you looked behind you. Sure enough, Tup was hard again. “Baby, now look what happened,” you pouted with a smile. He smiled back at you and helped you lay down next to him. “Actually, can I try something I’ve wanted to do for a while?” He asked. You rolled over to face him, pulling the sheets up over the both of you. "What's that, love?" You asked, clearly even more tired than before. Tup blushed and nervously played with a ringlet of his hair. "C-can I - I want, uh, I want to fall asleep inside of you," he stuttered out.
You were somewhat taken aback, but you were glad he told you, it showed he was getting comfortable sharing his sexual wants and fantasies with you. You smiled groggily at him. "That sounds like heaven," you replied.
You rolled to face away from him, looking over your shoulder with an enticing yet exhausted expression. Tup scooted closer to you so his front was pressed tight to your back. He helped you lift your leg up and you felt his cock slip in between your thighs. You let him hold your leg while you lined him up, pushing the head of his cock inside. Tup let out a shaky breath and slowly eased himself inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt. He lowered your leg back down and groaned deeply at how tight you got. You hummed contently at the feeling of him nestled snug and deep within you. Tup wrapped an arm around your middle to keep you close. You felt like paradise around him, your walls silky and warm. It was oddly comforting, a feeling of closeness and possession that went beyond the act of passion itself.
"Goodnight, my love," you whispered, placing your arm on top of his. He placed a kiss to your shoulder blade, "Goodnight, cyare. Sleep well."
Braking news: I am still not over Tup
More at 11
501st(+extra) Mando'a names! (Rex + Appo are here)
same as the last one, green names are canon from the Mando'a dictionary, yellow could probably be canon, orange is a little messy and red is mostly made-up combinations that are a little so-so
and like last time, I'm taking suggestions for better names if y'all have any!
Ok respect for the way Nala Se went out and took Rampart with her but I'm never forgiving her for what happened to Fives and Tup
Rex found a shiny in the rain
Other tookaverse shenanigans
Original CodyWan post
Ahsoka + 501st and Obi Wan + 212th
Hera + Howzer