give the gift of a little guy

Round 2 of polling since June and August tied with one another.

Round 2 of polling since June and August tied with one another.

Something else, that was forgotten when planning, is last year there were 3 exchanges and an exchange in August doesn't really leave room for a 3rd since I don't want to host one in December to leave room for the Valentine's exchange.

(Read on ao3)

Author: @akingnotaprincess

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Echo/Fives

Rating: Explicit / NSFW

Word count: 2,135

(some) NSFW tags: Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, Echo has a pussy, Fives loves to perform cunnilingus, dirty talk

Notes: A gift for @binkyisonline for the Valentines @clone-exchange. Sorry it's late! Many thanks to the mods for being understanding and patient.

Summary: Fives spends all his credits to spend a night in a love motel on Coruscant with Echo.

NSFW Snippet:

Every moment of his life had been in service of something greater. Every shot he took, all the blood he spilled, every single brother he lost, everything in the name of the greater good. Of the right thing.

Was this that right thing it had all been for? After all this time. After everything. This…? He looked in the mirror and saw lines etched in his face that hadn’t been there. His armor was stripped of all color, all the paint was cleaner and more perfect than it has ever been, and yet he couldn’t scrub it, polish it, clean it enough. This wasn’t what he fought for, hurt for, lost brothers for.

… But he could at least make it something else.

All he had to do was take that one step in service to something greater. The doors opened, and for the first time in a long time, he could breathe again…

Valentines @clone-exchange for @finerafin ! I got you again! :D You asked for Cody being a badass, maybe about him going AWOL, and so I chose the moment he made his final decision against the Empire.

Happy Valentines Day!! Bonus gift for @akingnotaprincess !!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Posted as a part of the valentine's clone exchange by @clone-exchange

Tech jerked awake in fear, he grasped his heart to soothe it from its racing, his eyes darted around the dimly lit bunks, searching for the source of that horrid sound that had just disgraced his ears and jolted him from his already fitful sleep. He scrambled for his blasters the moment he heard it again before his eyes went wide, he rested his blasters back in the shelf as he fell back onto his pillow with a groan.

“Must you cough so incredibly loud!?”

Tech hissed as he repeatedly kicked the bottom of Wrecker’s bunk, making him groan awake and roll over to look the technician in the eyes.

“Why do you always gotta complain? Jus go to sleep Tech.”

Wrecker growled as he rolled back over, making Tech blink in astonishment, that did NOT just happen.. The technician scrambled for his goggles and popped up next to his batchmate, his eyes just barely peering over the railing.

"You cannot speak to me like that Wrecker, that was quite rude.”

“Yeah, like tellin someone to stop coughing with a foot in their sheb isn’t?”

“You would not have woken up otherwise; I required your attention immediately and that was the most efficient option.”

“Always the most efficient with you, huh?”

Wrecker sighed as he pushed past the smaller man with ease, -careful to not knock him on the floor or wake the rest of their squad- making his way to the kitchenette and grabbing some Juma Juice and a glass. Tech was hot on his tail, popping up next to him while still struggling to get the top of his blacks on

“What has gotten into you? Why are you acting like this?”

Wrecker groaned and looked down at Tech, his caramel eyes shining with worry in the dim lights of the Havoc Marauder, they reflected a look of concern, yet Wrecker was in no mood for Tech’s attitude tonight, they had just had a particularly rough mission, and on top of that, this planet they had laned on to refuel, well he was apparently allergic to some of the local fauna, making his nose clogged and his throat store, which combined was quickly nightmare to breathe with, souring his mood. Wrecker finally sighed and softened his face.

“I’m just in a real bad mood from the mission, and my karkin’ nose is all stuffed up.”

Tech slowly nodded before scratching the part of his head he always did when he was thinking,

“So, your sour temperament is due to a sensory overload from today’s mission and your nasal obstruction?”

Wrecker looked at him blankly, Tech quickly perking back up and finishing his statement

“I was simply restating what you said, I apologize.”

Now it was time for the giant to laugh and pat Tech’s back, causing the technician to scrunch his nose in displeasure as his goggles slipped off the bridge of his nose.

“Now what is so humorous Wrecker?”

“Since when do y’know how to say ‘sorry’?”

Tech blinked a few times before chuckling softly and adjusting his goggles back into place

“I always have, although that is quite the exclusive privilege.”

“I feel pretty darn special then.”

Wrecker offered Tech a sip of his drink before snorting at the face he made and grabbing him a fresh cup. He grabbed it from Wrecker with a nod of the head and a smile. Tech poured himself some of the alcohol into it and chased it with some blue milk before sipping it slowly and speaking slowly, trying to speak in more simple terms than he was used to. He shifted uncomfortably before looking at Wrecker’s nose to stimulate eye contact; he wanted the giant to listen, despite how, far too often they cannot understand one another.

“I checked your vitals, your O2 levels… which is the air in your blood… it appears to be quite low.”

“Yeah, probably because I can’t karkin’ breathe!”

“Is… there something restricting your airways?”

“Yeah, all this stupid snot. I wish I could just get rid of it already!”

Tech rubbed his chin at Wrecker’s words, before perking up with an adjustment of his goggles and jogging off to the cargo hull, leaving Wrecker standing alone with their drinks. He let out a loud snarf before shrugging and shuffling back to the bunks

“Well, I’mma try to sleep again if you’re gonna be weird.”

As the night marched on, occasionally the other batchers would stir from Wrecker’s nonstop coughing, yet only Echo really bothered to wake from his dead sleep, he nudged him awake with his scomp

“You good vod?”

“Mm fine”

“Then be quiet”

“Ah shuddap”

Wrecker snorted while waving a hand to Echo, the cyborg chuckling and dodging the wave. He offered the giant a piece of soft flimsi before flopping back in his own bunk, pausing on the way over to reassure Hunter and Crosshair of their demolitions expert’s condition. When he got comfortable he glanced at Tech’s empty bunk and rolled over with a smile and sigh

“He doesn’t know how to sleep I swear.”

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Meanwhile down in the cargo hull, Tech tapped away on his datapad, fighting sleep with every fiber of his being; he had been up for two rotations. Humans can survive up to eleven rotations without sleep, and he was genetically modified after all, he figured he could handle at the very least, one more rotation awake. He rubbed the tired away from his eyes, leaving his goggles slightly askew, he let out a quiet “ah!” when he found what he was researching, quickly equipping his armor and helmet; he smiled as he ran his hand down Wrecker’s blaster on his way to grab the backup DC-17s -not risking awaking his batchmates to get his own from his bunk-.

Tech quietly slipped out of the Marauder, hushing Gonky on the way out and began his journey. He made his way throughout the flora and fauna, dodging limbs and other odd plants with such precision reserved only for commandos. He smiled to himself as he breathed the fresh air through his helmet’s filter, leaning his head from side to side to release the tension in his neck before he began to sprint again, intent on returning to the ship before sunrise.

After around an hour of travel, he finally made it to his destination, a small township. He sighed as he raised his visor as he slowed his speed to a jog. He didn’t notice how the locals all wore masks as well, even less so the looks of confusion, maybe even terror, that they gave him. He walked the small central road before giving a small “ah!” when he saw a sign, lowering his visor to read it, he made a small hum when he read “pharmacy”, before pushing the door to enter. Accidentally startling the tiny shopkeeper with his height and causing them to drop a bottle of pills they were carrying, Tech knelt and began assisting them with collecting the scattered pills.

“C-can I help you?”

“Yes, I do hope you can assist me. What antihistamines do you currently have available that are suitable for clones?”

“Are you really a… no, you don’t look like no clone to me!”

Tech rolled his eyes, not this osik again. He forced a gritted smile despite his helmet hiding his face, remembering Hunter previously informing him to smile when interacting with civilians to seem “friendly”.

“I am a genetically enhanced clone; however, I would greatly appreciate if you could simply answer my question. I have just walked forty-five clicks and need to travel that same distance to return to my ship.”

“What’s a click?”

“…. Approximately one kilometer…”

“Why didn’t you just fly in your ship??”

Tech let out an audible sigh and shoved some credits at the shopkeeper; he was far too tired to deal with an exceptionally curious civilian such as this one tonight.

“Please just provide me with the medication I have requested.”

The shopkeeper’s eyes shot wide, they had never seen such pristine republic credits before. They wasted no time loading Tech’s backpack full of varying different medications, even some spice, before shoving the clone out of their shop and waving

“COME SPEND MORE CREDITS NOT CLONE!!!”

Tech sighed and gave the shopkeeper a salute, he fully intended to never return to this township, ever. He looked up and started his journey back to the Marauder, quietly kicking himself for not anticipating how much longer the trip would feel with an overloaded pack, he desperately needed some sleep, soon. He groaned and broke into a sprint, deciding the journey would feel shorter if he ran. He once again dove through the flora and fauna, yet now the brilliant greens and blues of the plants began to look hazy, he dismissed his vision growing blurry as simply his goggles being smudged somehow, or maybe even the morning dew developing on his lenses, only further reason for him to get back to the ship soon.

Soon, his feet began to feel heavy, and his movements less precise, he began taking some hits of moving limbs and small birdlike creatures, grunting each time and shaking his head. His visor began flashing warnings of major sleep deprivation, warning him to rest, now. Yet he still had twenty clicks to go, twenty clicks to the safety of the Marauder, twenty clicks to his bunk, twenty clicks to… to Wrecker. His breath hitched as he dismissed his own vital warnings on his visor and brought up Wreckers, all with a few quick flicks of his eyes, he pushed to run faster when he noticed Wrecker’s O2 levels even lower than before. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him now, everything hurt so bad, it was beginning to grow horribly overstimulating, the smells, the sun rising, his body screaming at him to stop; he let out a yelp as his ankle caught on a root and suddenly… darkness.

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“Tech, come on you di’kut! Wake up already!!”

“Wrecker, let him rest, we don’t know how long he was out there, or how long he had been awake before that.”

Echo hushed as he patted the giant’s back and gently tugged him away from the sleeping technician’s bunk, yet Wrecker refused to get too far. Wrecker went as far as Echo’s own bunk, across the room, flopping down and rattling the entire ship, earning a hiss from Crosshair as he almost fell from his own bunk. Wrecker muttered a soft “mm’ sorry” before coughing a few times, causing the sniper to soften his face and roll his eyes before he down to stroll to the fresher, clearly not upset with Wrecker, just worried as well.

Before much longer, Tech groggily opened his eyes, he groaned when he saw the bottom of Wrecker’s bunk above him. He reached for his helmet, quickly becoming horrified when he couldn’t find it, he began frantically searching for it, only to find Wrecker twirling it on his index finger with an unamused look on his face. Tech leaned up with a grunt, he rubbed his now sore ankle as he sighed and put his goggles on.

“Wrecker, give me back my helmet so I may check your vital signs.”

“Only if you tell me what the kark you were doing over twenty clicks from the ship, alone.”

Tech blinked at his words, it was unlike Wrecker to take that tone, usually an indicator he was upset… no, it meant he was angry.

“I was looking for medication for your congestion to improve your O2 levels. Besides, I was exactly twenty clicks away when I clearly passed out.”

Wrecker rolled his eyes and held up a blister pack with three doses already taken out of it, Tech gave a small nod as he watched him put the pack back on the pull-out shelf and push it back into the wall of the ship.

“Yeah, I know that and thanks, but that’s not what I asked.”

“That is, precisely what you asked?”

“That’s… ugh Tech why were you out there ALONE?”

“Oh, that.” Tech swayed back and forth for a moment before tapping his fingers on his knee in a pattern that only Echo ever could match, before continuing,

“I was wanting to assist you while allowing the rest of our squad to get adequate rest.”

Wrecker sighed and stood up, he tossed Tech’s helmet aside -making the technician huff in frustration- before plopping down on the bed next to him and wrapping him in a tight hug. Tech initially stiffened up before relaxing into it and leaning his head against Wrecker’s chest; he didn’t hug him back, yet the gentle nudge of his head against his chest was hug enough for Wrecker. He pushed them both back, making both men lay on their backs in the admittedly tiny bunk.

“You scared me Tech, real bad.”

“Why were you concerned? I am more than capable of running my own solo missions.”

“I know you can, but that’s not what scared me. I woke up and you were GONE.”

“Wrecker, that tends to happen when people leave an area, I am still not understanding your concern.”

Wrecker sighed and gently held Tech’s chin, his felt as though it may beat out of his chest as he gently led the technician’s lips to his own, savoring the tiny sound he made in surprise before feeling Tech’s hand rest against his cheek before they finally separated and led into a Keldabe kiss, reminiscent of a culture neither ever felt truly a part of. After a bit longer they both smiled, Wrecker significantly more so than Tech, before the technician chuckled out

“I suppose that would be quite the legitimate cause for your concern.”

Happy Valentine's day!! Gift for @dreamingdraig !! I hope you enjoy!

Prompts used: *ANYTHING Cody and Rex*

Part of the Valentine's day clone exchange with @clone-exchange

SMUT AHEAD, READ WITH CAUTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

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Rex roamed the mostly empty barracks, it had been a significantly long day of training shinies, keeping General Skywalker from having one of his classic meltdowns, and wrangling Commander Tano from harassing less than amused troopers. He finally found himself a comfortable bunk, secluded from where most other clones roam, and flopped down, face first, before letting out a low groan. He heard footsteps and slowly turned his head ever so slightly so see golden kneepads, great, a stuck up 212th trooper come to brag to him how much better their commander does at running their battalion.. He did NOT have the mental strength for this tonight, he swatted at the kneepads

“Go on, get it out and leave. I’m karkin’ tired.”

“Haar, not even a hello?”

Rex leaned up to see a playfully amused Cody staring down at him, he groaned and flopped back down, making the commander chuckle and squat down to his height

“Yeah?”

“What do you want Cody?”

“Well, I was coming to check on you.. and maybe offer you some?”

Rex rolled his head and opened his eyes to a smirking Cody who was waving what just so happened to be the captain’s all time favorite liquor. His deep brown eyes went wide as he finally matched Cody’s smirk

“Alright, what’s your game?”

“Come take a night out with me, it’s not very often we’re BOTH on Coruscant.”

“And what’s prompted the rule abiding commander of the 212th to come offer the captain of the ominous 501st some alcohol?” He smirked as he raised a bare hand to the commander, “Which is against the rules, by the way.”

Cody chuckled at Rex’s words before resting his cheek against the captain’s hand, giving his subordinate a coy smile as the blond’s face flushed a bright red as he desperately searched to be sure that they were alone, before looking back at the golden soldier’s lighter brown, desperate eyes.

“Maybe I just want some attention?~”

Rex rubbed his thumb along Cody’s cheekbone, a map he had engraved in the depths of his soul, he sighed before slowly pulling the commander’s lips to his own and pulling him into the cot beside him.

“Now why would we need to leave if you just want my attention, sir?”

“Oh, don’t give me that “sir” bantha osik, we trained together on Kamino.”

“Now, now, a captain must address his commander properly afterall~”

“Shut up”

And with that, the two melted into a mess of kisses, Rex desperately slid the top of his blacks above his toned stomach, hissing in shock when Cody began kissing and soon leaving a mark over his long since healed blaster wound he sustained back on Saleucami. He gripped the other man’s hair as the commander began tugging at his boxers, pulling Cody’s head back with a playful growl

“I believe I told you I was tired.”

“Too tired for a quickie?”

“Only if you don’t expect me to do much.”

Cody only snorted at this, he squeezed the captain’s left thigh as he looked up into his eyes longingly, he rested his cheek on Rex’s right thigh as he spoke, his words laced with sass, clearly testing the captain’s patience.

“I just want to feel you tonight, don’t you worry your pretty blond head~”

Rex sighed and smiled down to Cody, releasing his hair, but catching his chin as he went to rest his head at a normal position, jerking his chin right back up to make him look him in the eye. Cody only smirking in response, his tan cheeks slowly turning red from the grip

“You really want me that bad?”

“You know I do.”

Rex sighed and pulled the commander up on his chest, the other man melting into his embrace. He finally decided to have pity

“Fine, but you owe me a drink after as well.”

“Why do you think I brought the alcohol?”

“Mir al'verde.”

Rex spread his legs and leaned back, he closed his eyes to allow the feelings to wash over him properly, he felt Cody’s rough finger pads against his delicate skin in his most intimate areas, the breath hot against his quickly hardening shaft, his cool spit slowly oozing down his tip, then finally the warm, comfortable, moist feelings of Cody’s mouth enveloping him fully. The captain let out a soft grunt as the commander’s teeth accidentally grazed his skin, before he could reach down to scold him he heard a soft

“Mm sorry~”

He sighed and ran his hand through Cody’s black curls on his head, feeling his hot breath against his own curls far lower, Rex sucked in a sharp breath as the commander properly went to work.

Cody looked up at the captain, savoring every little grunt and whimper he made. He knew just how much stress the captain was constantly under, while the 501st had a commander of its own, it was no secret that Rex took on the majority of that responsibility, all without the breaks or rest that Cody and the other actual commanders enjoyed; thus the clone commander took any opportunity he could to give Rex a bit of bliss, even if it isn’t the most usual way for “friends” to take some stress off.

Cody closed his eyes as his tongue made desperate circles around the daunting cockhead within his mouth, he had taken so many like it, all just like his own; such is a common occurrence within the clone army; yet.. Rex’s always felt different, almost special in a strange way. While Cody knew damn well he got plenty of pleasure from his own battalion, he couldn’t help but wonder if the man under him ever truly relaxed? Or was he far too busy keeping up some sort of leadership role for his men, even then? Regardless, he adored the way he could make him unravel under his touch, he loved how he knew he could truly ask just about anything of Rex, and he almost certainly wouldn’t be declined; yet he never took advantage of that for selfish reasons, he knew what the captain needed, even when Rex himself seemed to not even be sure.

Cody moved one of his hands below Rex’s shaft, gently squeezing his sack. He felt the captain have a slight jerk of his hips, a smile began playing at his lips, yet the commander was ever so careful to keep his lips tucked around his teeth, determined to not scratch this beautiful shaft before him once again. Cody heard him release a strained whimper, he was close, he knew it, Cody knew it, hell even the mouse droid down the hall knew it. Rex rested his hand on Cody’s forehead, trying to push him off, Cody opened his eye in confusion

“S-stop.. I’m gonna..”

Cody only rubbed circles in Rex’s thigh, humming softly as he moved the captain’s hand off his head, the vibrations of his purr only sending Rex closer to the edge.

“I don’t… ugh~”

Cody relaxed his throat for what came next, he fought off a smile as he heard Rex let out a needy moan before throwing his arm over his mouth to muffle the sound, maker how Cody wished he hadn’t muffled it, yet, he couldn’t have everything he wanted, now could he? Rex’s member twitched once, twice, thrice then finally his pleasure came in four, quick, thin warm ropes, coating Cody’s mouth with the sweet yet salty flavor of his semen. He let the captain rest in his mouth a bit longer before slowly pulling off him, letting the spit and cum mixture string, bridging the gap between Rex’s red, swollen and throbbing cockhead and Cody’s panting tongue.

Rex slowly let his hips relax back into the bunk, his every muscle contracting then relaxing repeatedly, he let out a pathetic whine as he felt Cody’s weight leave the bunk, quietly cursing himself for making such a sound. He found himself far too weak to get up to clean himself up, yet another thing he was cursing himself for, what if one of his men walked in on him like this? While they wouldn’t care much as an individual, gossip spreads like wildfire in the 501st and he couldn’t fathom the sheer amount of humiliation it wound being him if General Skywalker heard of it.

“Now, you could just tell me I did a osik job, no need for that face captain.”

Cody hummed, half joking, half hurt, Rex’s eyes flew open with tears he hadn’t quite bothered to hide, his eyes landing on the bottles of water Cody had found, a towel and some fresh blacks, he then watched as they fell to the ground as Cody rushed to his side on seeing his tears

“Hey, hey! Why the tears? Rex, did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s.. its not that, I just..” His voice cracked as it dropped a few octaves and became a bit raspy “I thought you had left..”

“Left? Why in the galaxy would I leave?”

“I don’t know I just…”

“No more words, I’m here. I’m here cyare.”

Cody wrapped his arms around Rex as he collapsed in the commander’s arms, Cody knew the captain was quietly sobbing, yet neither would acknowledge it, nor would they mention it again. He simply held him close and rubbed small circled in his short, cropped hair, after a few more minutes of this, Cody placed a tender kiss on Rex’s parietal before he gently moved him off his chest and grabbed the towel. Rex opened his blurry eyes to try and determine what Cody was doing, he didn’t have long to decipher before his now soft member had the stark sensation of a cold cloth against it, making him jerk away slightly and causing Cody to shh him

“No, no come back, I will karking clean you up.”

“That’s.. cold..”

“Ah, my bad, these bunks only have water bottles, and I didn’t want to draw attention by going to the fresher for hot water.”

“…I appreciate that vod’ika.”

Rex spoke softly as he scooted back into Cody’s reach, unaware how far he had skittered away from the chill of the towel, soon hissing quietly as the commander went back to work on cleaning. After a few more minutes, Cody had given Rex a water bottle of his own to drink as the commander assisted him in getting out of the cum soaked blacks and replace them with fresh, clean ones. Both men curled into a sweet cuddle in the cold, dark bunk, that just minutes ago was filled sounds of quiet sex.

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The next morning, Rex had an extra pep in his step, he made his way throughout the barracks, helping a few shinies with some minor blaster malfunctions, going on a quick batca run for Kix and breaking up a petty argument between Commander Tano and Jesse before General Skywalker called him for help with an “equipment check”. He rolled his eyes as he made his way to the hanger his general had chosen before pushing the door open and tossing his helmet at him.

“I never can thank you enough for your help with… yeah..”

“No problem sir. If I may, what am I even supposed to say if General Kenobi DOES walk up?”

“Ah I don’t know Rex ol’ boy, make something up!”

“…Sir I am not that old”

Anakin just stared at him blankly for a few moments before both clone and Jedi burst into laugher and Rex was shooed away. He rested against the door of the hanger, a smile slowly growing on his face while a certain commander with a sun on his chest sauntered his way to the door and removed his helmet, absolutely beaming at Rex,

“Why hello there Captain Rex, I see that my words of advise last night really seem to be resonating with you?”

Upon seeing Cody, Rex’s codpiece found itself growing a tad uncomfortably tight as he sighed with a smirk

“Oh yes, very much so.. I must say, I would not mind another “coaching session” before much longer Commander.. maybe tonight?”

“Oh, I can give you those one-on-one coaching sessions ANYTIME you wish~”

Echo and Fives passed by as captain and commander not so subtly flirted, Fives leaned into Echo with a nudge

“How much you wanna bet they’re karkin’?”

“You CANNOT say that about our commanding officers!”

Echo retorted before they both caught the commanding officers in question exchanging quite the intimate touch. When they looked back at one another, Echo sighed and offered three credits

“Take it or leave it”

“We didn’t even bet?”

79s was the haunt of many a clone trooper on shore leave, and Kivran had been haunting it in case their trooper made an appearance. It was, perhaps, presumptuous to think of him as their trooper. They'd never met before that day, and hadn't met since, but he'd pulled Kivran from the burning barn and hadn't let go of them until they were with the medics.

Or, sometimes a first meeting is simply too brief and too full of peril to be the start of anything. A second one might do the trick though.

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