#slick x reader

501ST

REX is at the table with some of the torrent company, he’s drinking cautiously, because he knows someone is going to be stupid. but once they all start going and he’s left on his own, he’ll just lean in his chair and drink the leftovers of his brothers—considering, he paid for them. a new glass of drink is given to him, he thanks you quietly and you both get to know each other.

he’s lips are on yours, making out with you sloppily as he pushes you softly into the communal refresher of his base. his hands are on your thighs and he lifts you up against the wall. his hand holds your nape and he’s driving into you. “shiiit! that’s—mmph!—good.” he’s panting against your lips as he keeps his eyes locked with yours.

FIVES is the biggest heavyweight in the 501st, just after hardcase. he’s drinking and drinking, but enjoying himself, he leaves the table and flirts with anybody he sees. it’s when he flirts with you, and you flirt back. it gets heated and crude.

and now he’s in a toilet cubicle with you, his hands gripping your lower back as he’s driving erratically into you. his lips are pressed against your nape, drooling on your skin. “oh, you feel so fucking good, shit—oh, fuck! don’t think i’ve ever had anybody feel this good, hngh, ngh—yeah, that’s it, clench around me, fucking harder—like that…” he’s the biggest fucking talker ever.

JESSE likes to think of himself as reasonable, others’ think otherwise. so what if he’s doing stupid challenges with fives and that ends up with him being more drunk than he’d like at the end of the night? he’s having fun. and shit, if he didn’t think locking his eyes with you, at the edge of the room in the middle of it all, made it feel like fate.

because later on, you’re lying down, and he’s on top of you, mouth on your groin, whilst yours on his. his thighs tighten around your neck and he moans pathetically against your skin. his nails dug into your legs. “fu-uhh-ck! need you to keep goin’, i’m so fucking—hnn, gonna come ‘til i black out cause of that fuckin’ mouth.”

HARDCASE is already drunk by the first hour he’s there, yes, he is a heavyweight, but he’s already drank more drinks than anybody else. he’s giggly and loud and is walking around to greet every one in the place. then he meets you, and he’s getting more giddy, he’s already revealed every single aspect of himself.

including the fact that he was rubbing his clothed dick against your clothed crotch. his eyes were wide and watery, his mouth wide open as he let unabashed whines and whimpers tore through his throat. his pace is fast and sloppy, “fuck! feel fuckin’ amazing… ungg… gonna make me cream my blacks.”

KIX doesn’t get drunk, the only time he does, is when his shift has gone wrong, or he doesn’t have a shift for a day or so. and when he does, he wants to be on his own, maybe jesse’ll come with him, but that’s it. someone goes to sit by him and he shakes his head, about to ask them to go away, but then he looks up—you weren’t what he was expecting and he let you sit down.

that conversation had turned to him on his knees, hands on your hips, and him pleasuring you. “mff… mmh… nn.” he moans against you, his nails digging into your skin, he pulls away with a pant, “you taste good, shit…” he whispers and delves back in.

DOGMA is not a drinker, well, he tells himself that. fives and hardcase are egging him on to have one drink that isn’t lemonade. he finally listens and it’s not as bad as he thought, he didn’t say anything so he let them buy him his drinks… free drinks, he supposes? also, nobody knew he was going to be such a lightweight either, but it shouldn’t be a surprise. he bumps into you, and he’s mesmerised by how you look.

not long later, he finds himself riding your thigh, his hands on your chest as his head is thrown back. he didn’t even think he’d ever hook up in his entire life. but with someone so understanding and accepting, he’s having the fucking time of his life. “ngh, oh mm, yessss…” his fingernails are dragging down your chest, his legs are squeezed against your leg and his pace is increasing. “sogoodsogoodsogood, fuck! shit… ghh…” he even finds himself shouting curses.

TUP doesn’t drink on his own, he’ll only have some if he’s with his brothers. especially, if he’s getting encouraged to have some by certain people (fives and hardcase), he’ll definitely get to drinking if he sees dogma out of all of them drink. it hypes him up and he starts getting multiple—he’s a lightweight, of course. and he starts to befriend everyone. then he meets you, and boy does he get to talking.

but that talking turns into long groans and loud sobs as his face is buried in your shoulder. his hands are hold yours tightly and his pelvis is moving at a desperate rate. “mmh! hnn, nhh… you feel so good. so good, so good, so good. please… just lemme keep goin’, hnn!”

212TH

CODY came for one drink, a single drink, until he was joined by some brothers and he started to have more. because, he wasn’t alone and he had company. he went over to the bar to order some more drinks, and he turned his head to observe everything. it was you who started flirting with him first.

and now he was on his back, lying on some dirty tiles, with his hands on your hips. soft moans and grunts slipped through his lips as he guides your riding movements. “deeper, mngh—deeper, i know you can get me in deeper. c’mon, yeahhh, shit, there we go…”

SLICK goes out of his way to go drinking on his own. he needs the alone time, and it’s refreshing. he won’t drink himself until he’s blacked out, but he will drink until he feels himself becoming less sober. he’ll just sit at the table and observe everything. he raises an eyebrow when you come to sit next to him, offering him a drink. he thanks you hesitantly and when you both get to talking, you seemed like somebody he could trust.

now he was pressing your face against the floor, his hand gripping your hip as his nose slid down your upper back and traced against your spine, inhaling your scent sharply. “smell so good, mfff… stay just like that for me, yeah…”

WOLFPACK

WOLFFE is leaning against his chair, watching his brothers drink themselves to abandon. he snorts and looks away, pretending he wasn’t doing the same. his eyes shift over the small crowd, and a certain person makes his eye glint, putting his glass down, he excuses himself and walks up to you.

and after that, his hand is on the back of your head, and his other hand is holding your thigh, curling it under you as he pounds into you. he’s growling and snarling, before sinking his teeth into your nape. “mfff! shit—keep squeezin’ me like that and i’m gonna come so fuckin’ hard.”

CORRIES

FOX doesn’t hook up often, or at all. but he goes to bars for a drink with some of his corrie brothers, and he didn’t realise how stressed out he was—because not long after, he was absolutely wasted. also it doesn’t help that the first person he locks his eyes onto is so fucking attractive, and in a matter of minutes you’re both in a random closet in the building.

“hngh, fuck! unh, shiiit—just like that, yeah…” his face is buried in your throat, his noises are pouring out unashamedly. his pelvis is hitting against you, and his eyes are glossed over. “you feel so ffff…fucking good…”

TBB

HUNTER drinks a lot, but he’s quite a heavyweight, which is good for him, because he can drink however the hell he wants. if it’s a pretty bad day, he’ll drink himself until he’s wasted without actually realising. he walks to the door but stumbles slightly, having you catch him. he chuckles and thanks you, which starts up a conversation.

he makes sure the marauder is empty, and he’ll keep it that way until he’s done. he’s sat on the seat in the cockpit with you on his lap, his hand is on your nape and he’s letting you ride him hard. he groans loudly, and muffled whimpers escape him as his tongue drags up your neck, tasting the sweat that was beading on you. “yeah… keep goin’, just like that.”

WRECKER likes to drink and have fun, he’s even more energetic once he’s had a few, and is yapping on about things that don’t even make sense. he goes to random strangers and starts a conversation with him, and the only one who engages is you—which makes him very happy.

and now he’s hoisted you up back at the empty marauder, he’s fucking you urgently and earnestly, making certain things creak. he’s hands are gripping your ass and his forehead is against yours. “hmngh! mmh—sorry, i’m probably goin’ too hard, mnn, can’t help it… you’re so good, you’re amazin’. hngh, doin’ so well.”

TECH only drinks if crosshair calls him a coward or other words, which then annoys him, and he needs to prove him wrong. so, in the end, he accidentally gets himself drunk, and it’s not even the first time it’s happened. he goes up to get another drink, whilst tripping over his own feet, and you catch him. he turns around embarrassed and thanks you under his breath.

and other talking for a while and getting to know each other for a couple hours, his back is against the metal of his bunk and his hands are cupping your neck, your lips are moving against his hungrily. his hips subtly rock against your thigh, soft sighs and grunts vibrate against your lips. “hm, i’ve got to say, i’m not used to—nhh, just doing this with anyone. but… hah, i might be able to get used to this. keep—! keep going, please?”

CROSSHAIR doesn’t get drunk, he doesn’t, that’s what he tells everybody. he isn’t a light weight, and he’ll prove that to anybody, his feet don’t tremble when he’s walking over to the bar to grab another drink. and his eyes definitely don’t linger over to you, drinking alone next to him, and greeting him. he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “you must be really lonely to start speaking to me.”

well, he must be lonely too, because he’s got you roughed up against the nav-console. his teeth nibbling on your earlobe as gruff groans spill into your hearing. his hips aren’t fast, but they’re deep and firm, his hands have your thighs positioned where he can bury himself into you. “mn, mmh… hm. keep fuckin’ still or i’ll stop.” (he won’t)

ECHO used to get drunk often, back with fives, and now, he likes to do it for nostalgia. he’ll sit with the others and drink as he watches them banter and argue. he laughs quietly and rolls his eyes, he excuses himself and goes to the bar to order another drink. he stares down at the wood and your voice makes him jolt out of whatever sudden mindset he was in and smiles. you ask if he’s okay and he nods, he thanks you and introduces himself, and vice versa.

his lips are on yours and he settles in your lap, he doesn’t quite have the courage to go naked with a stranger because of his mechanics, but that’s a self-conscious thing. his lips trail down your neck and nips softly at your skin, he rocks with you and tilts his head back. “oh… mnn… keep goin’, this feels really good.”

MISC

BLY doesn’t make drinking a habit, but tonight felt different, the liquid burning his throat was too good not to leave. he didn’t have anybody with him either. before he could order another drink, he had a random one slide in front of him. he smiled and thanked you, and you both started talking.

his talking later on, turned into long whines as his hand gripped your head, his head tilted back against a brick wall and sweat beading down his forehead. he was in an alleyway, letting your mouth go downtown on his cock. “mngh, hm, mnn, nng—shiiit… you’re doin’ so good,” he whimpers as drool slips down his chin.

MAYDAY drinks whenever he gets the chance to, he enjoys the alcohol burning his throat. he’s usually keeping his thoughts to himself, maybe on occasion, he’ll speak to people. he goes to put his glass on the bar and the person next to him catches his eye. you introduce yourself and he greets you back.

and now you’re both in his quarters, blanket and pillows sprawled onto the floor. his nose and forehead his squashed against yours, his hand gripping your ass as his thrusts into you. “feels food, unh, you feel so good. can keep goin’ all fuckin’ night.”

GREGOR always finds himself drinking after a mission, usually just to chill out from the chaos. he doesn’t mind sitting alone, he’ll sit there and keep drinking until he fancies going back to base. he stands up and returns his glass to the bar, he notices you alone and walks up to you, you seemed like quite a friendly face, so he greets you and you both talk.

he’s now got you against a wall, his hand gripping your thigh and his face buried in your shoulder. he whines into your skin as he fucks you against the bricks. “fuuck… got me feelin’ so good, baby… hnn.”

HOWZER is usually dragged by his brothers to go drinking, they claim it’s a celebratory drink, but he knows that they’re just using that as an excuse to get drunk. so, he tries to stay as sober as he can, so they can’t get into trouble. he’ll indulge more once he knows they’ve gone back safely. he leaves the table and walks to the door, he notices you and holds the door open with a smile. you introduce yourself and he does the same thing back.

It’s a little past midnight when the comm call comes through.

The chime loud enough that baby stirs in bed next to him, a tiny whine slipping from her lips as she tries to bury her face in his neck. Slick scowls at the small device, slowly stroking her back to try and soothe her back to sleep.

But, as her eyes flutter open, Slick releases a sigh. “Sorry, baby.” he murmurs, smoothly tugging her body so that she’s stretched across him like a human weighted blanket.

“S’alright,” He feels her nuzzle against his chest, and he smirks before kissing the top of her head, “Who’s messaging you so late?”

“Good question,” He drapes his arm around her shoulders, and uses his free hand to grab his comm. The message is simple, in the same way that all of the messages that give him missions are simple.

A target name. A location. A time frame to get it done in.

Though this mission is a little different than most of his other missions, as there’s a secondary note at the bottom on the message.

Extermination mission. Target has killed seven Hunters to date. Proceed with caution.

“Slick?”

He glances down at the woman sprawled across his chest, shifting his head so that he’s able to properly look down at her naked body. Soft skin, tantalizing curves, a hint of a tattoo on the small of her back from her wayward teenage years.

Her tits are soft against his chest, and she’s still sticky from their earlier activities.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

He slowly drags his gaze back to her face, pleased to see embarrassment crossing her face from his slow appraisal of her body, “You’re fucking perfect, baby~”

“How are you already aroused again?” She asks, though that doesn’t stop her from shifting her body so that she’s straddling him and rubbing her pretty pussy against his already hard cock.

“You’re fault, you’re just too fucking hot,” Slick trails off as he tightly grips her hips to offer her support as she slides down his cock with a pretty moan, a moan he’s considering making her ringtone.

She’s wet and hot and if he were to die here, he would die a happy man. Slick tightens his grip around her hips and thrusts up into her, making her release a whimper and press her hands against his chest, “My job,”

“Oh, so sorry, Princess.” He counters with a laugh, as he allows his hands to fall from her hips and settle behind his head, “It’s your show, baby.”

Slick watches as she smooths her hands across his chest and slowly rides him, affection welling inside him. She’s so bossy this late at night, she’s perfect.

“Who—” She trails off with a moan as she shifts her hips just enough that his cock is brushing against that spot inside her that tends to make her squirt all over him, but she regains control of herself surprisingly quickly, “Who commed?”

A slow smirk crosses his face, “Jealous, baby?”

“Not supposed to talk to your whores when you’re with me,” Oh, that’s a pout.

“Got a job, baby. Not another girl.”

Her pout deepens, “You just got here—”

Slick chuckles, and effortlessly flips her under him, “Pouty baby’s get bent in half,” He reminds her as he tosses her legs over his shoulders and punctuates his sentence with a hard thrust that pulls a loud cry of pleasure from her lips.

“B-but Slick—” She’s unable to finish as she arches up against him, “More,”

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

This, in Slick’s opinion, is the best way to end his stay with his baby. Buried in her pussy with her screaming his name.

Several days later, Slick finds himself staring up at the stone castle where his target is supposed to be. He didn’t even know that people still made stone castles anymore, but based on the way ivy is growing up the side, and the holes he can see in the roof in some places, he’s starting to think that this place is a lot older than records indicate.

This bitch he’s hunting had better be as dangerous as he was warned, or he’s going to find his handler and put a bullet in his head.

Pulling him away from his Baby so soon after getting to see her again is a damned crime.

Slick pushes thoughts of his baby to the back of his mind, and crosses the stone bridge to the half-rotted wooden door. He doesn’t even have to shoulder the door open, as there’s a massive gap he can step through.

The inside is in even worse condition than the outside. Crumbling walls, broken windows, rotten wooden pillars—

Behind his helmet, Slick’s nose scrunches in distaste.

He doesn’t miss much about Kamino, but he does miss how clean it was.

Carefully, he heads deeper into the castle, and his scowl deepens. The place is just too big, there are too many places to hide. This hunt might be more dangerous than he originally thought.

And he already thought that this hunt was going to suck.

His target is a succubus. A type of parasite that feasts on sapient beings. They all have the ability to shape-shift as well as read the minds of their intended targets. As he understands, they use their mind-reading to learn about their latest victim, and then the shape-shifting to turn into someone they won’t fight back against.

Luckily, Slick doesn’t have anyone like that.

At least that’s one weakness the creature won’t be able to take advantage of.

Slick looks around the entrance hall a moment longer, and then turns to head towards the stairs. There are too many openings on the ground floor, if he wanted to trap someone, he’d use one of the rooms on the second or third floor.

It’s only a little later, that things start to get weird.

He steps off the stairs onto the second floor, and he hears a soft giggle. “And so another fly willing lands on my web,” The voice is light and pretty for all that the words immediately shove him into fight or flight mode.

“Where are you?”

There’s another giggle, the voice changing into something different, something familiar, “Just at the end of the hall. Won’t you come to me?” His stomach lurches when the voice shifts into his baby’s voice.

Fuck.

A door at the end of the hall creaks open, and Slick has never, ever, seen anything scream “trap” more than this, but he has a job to finish so he can go back to baby.

So he steels himself and grips his pistol, then stalks into the room at the end of the hall.

The plan is simple, go in, shoot her, and collect the paycheck so he can take baby to that five star restaurant that she’s been gushing about for the last month.

But, as he turns around the door, he falters.

Lounging on a large bed, surrounded in blood red silks, is his baby. Or, to be more specific, the succubus disguised to look like his baby.

The way her hair hangs around her shoulders in a tangled mess, the way her eyes glitter like gems when the light hits them just right. The slope of her tits, the soft swell of her hips, the curve of her stomach, the meticulous way his baby keeps her pussy neat—

The bitch even copied the three freckles his baby has on her collar bone.

And yet—

His eyes narrow at the copy of his baby sprawled on the bed.

The copy releases a pleased moan that sounds exactly like his baby in the middle of being fucked senseless.

The way she’s holding herself, the way she’s touching herself, is so unlike his baby that he can’t help but to scoff. As if his baby would ever do anything as bold as touch herself in front of him without asking permission.

“And here I thought you were supposed to be good at this.”

“but baby—” The copy is whining at him.

Slick’s scowl deepens under his helmet, his baby would never. She might pout, she might sulk, but she would never whine. Well, not unless he was buried inside her and teasing her.

He lifts his pistol, “That’s not going to work.”

But, even as he says that, his pistol wavers. She’s not his baby, but she looks like his baby.

No wonder so many people died trying to take her down.

She laughs, a sharp noise that his baby would never be able to produce, “You can’t even aim at me properly. This is why men are so weak—” The copy brushes her hair off her face, “Still this one is relatively pretty.” She turns away from him to admire herself in the mirror, “Perhaps, after I kill you, I’ll kill her and take her place—”

“I think the fuck not.” Her comment about becoming a threat to his baby is enough for him to get over whatever mental block he had about pointing his pistol at the copy.

He squeezes the trigger twice.

The copy falls to the ground, her blood spattered up against the mirror.

Slick shoots her three more times, just to be sure.

And, for a moment, the succubus retains his baby’s form. For a moment, it feels like he’s standing over his baby’s body.

But then her form ripples, and turns into something barely humanoid. Slick grimaces and then he crouches and pulls the pendant from around the copy’s neck, as proof of kill, and he turns to leave the room.

He’s not even halfway down the hall, before he’s dialing a comm code that he knows as well as his own, and waiting for the call to connect in his helmet.

A heavy weight lifts from his shoulders when his baby answers on the first ring, “Slick?”

“Hey baby, what are you up to?”

“Oh! I’m preparing for Mona’s baby shower! I’m helping hang the streamers,” She says cheerfully.

“Yeah? Sounds like fun.”

“Mm, not really. You know how I am about heights.”

Slick chuckles, “Then why are you doing it?”

“Well! Someone has to do it! And Mona’s my best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend.”

She giggles, a sound that soothes away the last of the bad feeling he’s sad since he first saw the copy, “Don’t be silly. You’re my Slick. That’s better.”

“Ah, so I’m yours now, am I?”

“Mm. Didn’t you know?”

“Why don’t you tell me more about how I’m yours, baby?”

Another giggle falls from her, “After the baby shower, Slick. Tonight, maybe?”

“It’s a date.” A tiny smile lifts his lips, “Wear that pretty bodysuit I bought you last week. The green one.”

“You’re a pervert.”

“And yet, you’re still gonna wear it. So who’s the real pervert here?”

“Still you,” She replies with a laugh, “I’ll talk to you in a couple of hours, yeah?”

“Yeah. Talk to you then.”

At some point, Slick knows that he needs to sit and actually think about why the Copy thought that using his baby would be enough to stop him. About why the copy was right, that using his baby did make him hesitate until she threatened her.

But that will be a problem for later. For now, he wants to go back to his ship, take a shower, and wait for his baby to call him, while he directs the ship to return to her home planet.

He’s already thinking about how she’ll run into his arms and wrap her arms and legs around him, while kissing him.

And, yeah, maybe he’s a filthy pervert, but when she’s so eager to see him, he wants nothing more than to have her naked and under him. Or over him. Or beside him.

A sly smile crosses his lips as he steps onto his ship. Maybe, if he plays his cards right, he can get her to use her toys for him when she calls him. It’s not quite the same, but it’s a decent start.

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Slick was surprised, to say the least, when she heard that Rusty already had a Race partner. It put a small dent in her plan, having planned to race with him and slam the brakes, but she managed. She hadn't bothered to find out who Rusty's Race partner is, instead focusing on coming up with a plan.

On the day of the race, she stood proud in the audience; everything was set up perfectly, oil on the Track Rusty planned to take, Electra and Greaseball had been informed where to stay clear, and both had already paid half up-front. Now she just needed to sit back and enjoy the action!...That was, until she saw who rolled up to the start line alongside Rusty. Panic crept in as she watched you get into starting position, this was not part of the plan, you were not meant to be anywhere near the tracks! 

She racks her brain in an attempt to find a way to stop this, but the oil is already spilled, and if she told the marshals she'd need an explanation as to how she knows - not to mention Greaseballs and Electras fury if she does. She barely registers the starting signal and the corresponding cheers around her, as she stands there with her face in her hands, trying not to let her panic show.

Rusty was known to be awfully kind, he'd probably uncouple you the moment he feels himself slip, and you'd be save. That is what she tells herself over and over as she watches the race, but she can't know that for sure, she could only pray to the starlight and watch.

It wasn't long till the moment came; Rusty took a turn on what he believed to be short cut, only to be met with unstable ground, making him loose his footing faster than he can react. Just as Slick had hoped, he uncoupled you as soon as he realised what was happening, but by then it was already too late. 

You two had been going faster than either of you was used to, and with the added oil, you weren't able to balance yourself in time. Slick could only watch as you fell of the Track onto the harsh ground a few meters below, Rusty following suit just shortly after . She wanted nothing more than to look away, to close her eyes and pretend that this was just a bad dream; but it seems her body doesn't want to listen, instead standing there as if frozen, as she watched the the crash displayed on the screen in front of her. Only after she watched you be brought away by the on-site repair trucks could she move again.

She pushed through the crowds of people, all who seemed to be talking  about the crash. She didn't bother to look where she was going, or who she was running into, just focused on making a beeline towards the repairs shed.

And here she is now, pacing in the waiting room as she had for at least an hour now. The repair trucks and anyone else working there must hate her by now, as she just kept asking them how you are over and over, not to mention her rambling away about her worries to anyone that would listen. It's unusual for the freight, known to be laid back, if not straight up mean at times, and most importantly: she was not usually one to talk about personal things, especially not feelings, and especially not to total strangers.

the cycle continues, until one of the doctors finally tells her that she can come see you now. She rushes into your assigned room faster than the engines cross the finish line, a chorus of sighs of reliefs follow behind her, from the exhausted staff who had to deal with her until now.

A wave of relief washes over her when she sees you, awake in your assigned bed. Though the feeling of relief is gone just as fast as it came, being replaced by the same guilt she felt when she watched the crash. You're wrapped in bandages, and hooked up to some of the machines. And it's her fault. 

She just stood there for a moment. All that pacing around, but now that she was actually confronted with you, all movement seemed impossible. Only after you weakly smile at her does she slowly approach you and sit down next to you.

She wanted to say something, anything, but she didn't know where to start. In the end, you beat her to it. "I know you caused the crash, Rusty told me." She froze, the, by now familiar, panic setting in again; do you hate her? she couldn't blame you if you did, but the thought still stung. "I just want to know why." The tone of your voice nearly killed her. You sounded sad and almost betrayed, rather than angry or enraged. How in Starlights name was she going to explain that?

She might as well say it as is, you were going to find out sooner than later anyways. "...It wasn't meant to get this out of hand, it was just meant to discourage Rusty from racing." She looked at the ground next to the bed, unable to look you in the eye, but she knew that didn't explain why she did it. "I was offered a lot of money, and the freight part of the yard has been getting budget cuts, and I-" The tanker was stumbling over her words, she had never been good at this kind of thing. She took a deep breath before continuing, "neither of you were meant to get hurt that badly, especially not you." 

If she could disappear, she would. She could only imagine what you must think of her - "I don't forgive you." - and that confirmed her worries. you didn't forgive her, why would you? She let her head drop. She was about to get up and give you the space you deserve, when you continued; "but i also don't hate you." 

What? She had to be dreaming, or maybe maybe she misheard you? It was clear you knew what she was thinking, though she didn't exactly attempt to hide it as she looked at you in shock. "I don't forgive you, but i also don't hate you," you repeated. "I don't fully understand it, and never will, but you had your reasons. But you have a lot to make up for. Both to me and to Rusty."

It took her a moment to truly comprehend what you said, nodding along as you talk. She could feel a small smile creeping onto her face alongside tears. She doesn't even remember the last time she cried, but so much had happened in such a short, it was nothing if not overwhelming. "whatever it takes." A promise that she planned to keep.

And she did. She, begrudgingly apologised to Rusty, under your watch to make sure she wasn't mean about, and then barely left your side during your recovery. You needed something? she was on it. Felt stiff? she may not be good at massages, but she was sure as hell going to try! i believe you can see where this is going - she planned to keep her promise and do whatever it takes to make it up to you. She got far to close to loosing you.

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*Coruscant, your apartment*

“Do you really have to go baby?” You pouted, your arms wrapped around Slick’s neck. He nodded, “Fraid so.” You huffed dramatically and rested your head against his chest. Slick was standing in your bedroom, in only his blacks.

Slick had to leave for a new mission soon, but you didn’t want him to go. The war had only been going on for a few months now, but you were already in love with Slick. He kissed your forehead, “I’ll be back soon I promise.” He grinned, finding your pouting adorable. 

You nodded and leaned into his warm embrace, “If this plan works out we can finally run away together.” He gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up so he could gently capture your lips. “Build a life together. One where I’m free.” He whispered against your lips. 

You grinned and ran your fingers along the shaved sides of his head, “I can’t wait.” You smiled, happiness radiating off of you. Slick grinned and pecked your lips, “Me either……. You want to help me armor up?” He asked, a grin on his handsome face. 

Once you finished helping Slick put on his armor you frowned at him, “I’m going to miss you.” He chuckled and pressed his warm lips to your temple, “I’ll be back before you know it.” You nodded and kissed his lips softly. You were always scared for your soldier boyfriend, but you trusted his abilities. 

Slick put on his helmet and walked to your door, “I love you darling.” You waved as he walked out, “I love you too Slick!” When the door slid shut you stared at it for a while, already thinking of a plan for you and Slick. You grinned to yourself thinking of all the possibilities for life he would have after this mission. 

501ST

REX tries his best, but he’s also still quite unknowledgeable, but his enthusiasm in wanting to help you makes up for it. he didn’t know what food to get, or what type of pads to get either. he came home with a whole basket load and watched you unpack it. “so uh… i’m not quite sure what ones you needed, so… i got all of them?” he murmurs and hides his face into his hands embarrassed when you explain that every one is different for a reason.

FIVES jokes about it a lot, but on the inside he’s panicking, because he still doesn’t know he’s doing. he wants you to be at ease and not in pain, because it actually hurts him seeing you keel over. he’ll let you curl up against him and he’ll run soothing touches over you. he actually does know what he’s getting you, though, tell him what pads you need and gets them in a heartbeat. he bows and grins, “your pussy protection, my love.” yeah, he gets a slap to the shoulder for that.

JESSE is on his knees for you during those weeks, he’ll worship you and get you whatever you need. want him to make you food? he learns recipes just for that. need any supplies? he’s got that sorted too. just want to lay on the floor and rot away? he’ll be lying next to you. whenever you need him for any little thing, oh, he’s there. “you need anything else? i can do something else, just anythin’ to make you feel better.”

HARDCASE hugs you every single second he can, he’ll embrace you tightly and try to hug the emotion out of you. he’s always so enthusiastic about wanting to help you and try to educate himself, but bless him, he’s a little stupid about it. he’ll come home with pads and chicken wings if you ask for pads with wings. “huh? what? yeah, i got ya pads with wings!” you try not to laugh and sigh internally, trying to explain to him. “with wings? i just said, i got ya—the actual? oh, oh—! well, hey, at least you’ve got chicken with it… or… do you need me to go back?”

KIX is definitely more knowledgeable than most clones, he’s a medic obviously, he knows this stuff—and he’s had experience with some clones as well. he doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile, but he’ll ease up on everything, like understanding if you snap at him or start sobbing into his arms. he’ll leave you to sleep in, and tuck you in tightly with a kiss to your head. he’ll make sure he’s the one buying your supplies, if he’s on shift, he’ll make coric or another medic take over for a couple hours. “i’ll be seeing you soon, i’m just picking up a few pieces then i’ll be over. love you.”

DOGMA is glad he doesn’t get them anymore (with the help of kix) but he still has some things leftover from when he did last have one. like hot water bottles and weighted blankets, but he did want to go and buy you new pads. he knows what he’s doing, he’ll only comm you to ask if there’s a specific one you need. “hello, i’m at the market, is there anything else you need? like food or anything extra? yeah, i’ll do that, just don’t overdo anything whilst i’m gone.”

TUP is a worrying mess, but only because he doesn’t know the hell to do, even with past experience from someone he knows. he wants to help and soothe you, luckily, you’re there to help educate him, and he’s very grateful for it. but he is also shocked with horror with how your body works—nobody told him that in detail, he’s then cuddling you with snuggles every five seconds. he’ll bring you to the market so you could pick out anything, he wouldn’t even care if you picked out everything. “do you need this one? what about that one? i can get you this one?” he’s blabbering on about trying to get you the right things.

212TH

CODY understands that you’re snarky and you snap a lot, he won’t ignore it per se—but in a way where he’ll acknowledge what you’ve said and not take it to heart. he’ll hug you and press his chin on top of your head. “hey, deep breaths, okay?” he’ll happily go to any markets to get what you need, he’s already remembered what you need, but if you ask for different ones whilst he’s already out: “hm? ah, d’ya need some for a heavier flow? yeah, i’ve got you, just rest, love you.”

SLICK is internally worried, on the outside it seems he’s just calm about the entire thing, but he is not. when he sees you grunt in pain, he’s entire brain goes into overdrive, he’ll be by your side and press his hand over yours. “i’ve got you, it’ll pass.” he’s a bit more hesitant to get you things from the market, because what if they’ve got it out for bodies like yours? you have to assure him. “you can’t always trust markets—okay! okay, i’m gettin’ it, alright? just… calm down.” he also gets a lecture for that, too.

WOLFPACK

WOLFFE keeps himself close to you, but not in an overprotective way, just in a ‘if you want me to hit anybody who’s annoying you, tell me’ way. he’ll kiss you on your neck a lot more, he knows emotions can be all over the place, and he wants to assure you silently that he still loves you. if you ask him for products, he’ll gladly go to the market for you. he tries to be knowledgable, but some things still confuse him, so he’ll comm you. “hey, yeah… so… what size do you need? i assume they’re not all the same right? they’re not based on…? okay. fine, what ones do you need, anyway?”

CORRIES

FOX tries to be a little less snarky and grouchy, because he knows you’re going to be as well for the week(s) and all hell would break loose if the two of you were in a negative mood. if there’s any loophole or absolute chance to come home earlier, he takes it immediately. he’ll visit some markets on the way back if you ask him for any food or pads. “yeah, i can get you some, uh—what ones do you need? alright, just… stay there—yes, i know you’re not going to move, y’know what i mean.” and then he hides it in a bag—nobody needs to know what he’s doing, they’re all nosy. he’s not a great comforter, so he may do slightly shitty, but he’s trying.

TBB

HUNTER can… sense it, but not in a weird way, his heightened senses does include smell. so, as soon as he traces that hint of metallic—he’s by your side. his shoulder or leg will be touching you in some way, he’ll lean his chin on your shoulder a lot and wrap his arms around your waist. he’ll offer to go to any market to get you some stuff. “i’m here, just tell me what you need. i’ve got it, yeah, okay, see you soon.”

WRECKER is overly buying things the moment you start, even stuff that you don’t need. obviously, you don’t tell him, because he’s so passionate about it. if you need his bear hugs, he’ll give it to you alright, like every five seconds—and then he’ll litter kisses over your face. he’ll even offer to give you a shoulder or back carry when you’re out in public, he claims he doesn’t want to see you in pain, but it’s just an excuse to hold you. “what market first? lead the way!”

TECH already comes prepared with any supplies you need, when you change slightly pre-menstrual wise, he knows you’re about to start. so, he’ll get everything you need and want, put it in a basket and have it by your bed. he likes to tell you scientifically that you can’t help how you feel, that’s his way of reassuring you. “you are in pain and you’re going to be angry because of that, you don’t need to keep apologising.” he speaks softly as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

CROSSHAIR knows something’s up when you take his snarky retorts seriously. usually he can be snarky and you’ll just banter back without any emotion. he’ll try his best to be less… snide, it’ll still be there, but he will try and stop for you subtly. you’ll come home to have pads and some food of your liking by your bed. “hmph, it was on sale, and the food was a free sample, that’s all.” is what he’d say in return, but you both know it’s a lie.

ECHO sort of knows what he’s doing, he’ll still like you to educate him, because everybody has different experiences. he likes to snuggle up to you and massage your lower abdomen, try to ease at least some pain. his hands are really cold, though. so in some instances, it does actually help. he’d prefer to go to the markets with you by his side, so he can get the right things for you. you point to anything and he’ll get it. “this one? noted, i’ll get that for ya.”

MISC

BLY is even more softer than he already is? which feels impossible. he’s constantly pointing out desserts if you both go past them, wondering if you want this one or that one. basically, a massive spoiler to you. he’s already going to the markets before you even ask him, “hey, i’ve gotten a couple packs, do you need anymore? no? alright, i’ll pick you up some food and i’ll be back, i love you.” he’ll pick up too much of everything for you.

MAYDAY is already by your side and hugging you tightly when you both wake up, he hears your quiet grunts of pain as you curl up. he presses his hand on your lower abdomen and hum into your neck. “want me to go out and pick you up some painkillers n’ the like?” once he hears your ‘yes’, he immediately gets up and gets dressed. “what ones do you need? yeah, i can do that, i’ll pick you up some food as well if you’d like.” he smiles and presses a kiss to your lips before leaving.

GREGOR is more mellow in the sense he won’t raise his voice as much when talking. he might forget himself, but he’ll bury his face and give you attention in your shoulder and apologise. also, isn’t the greatest when it comes to supplies. “yo, so i’m at the market, and there’s ones with wings… uh… do they… fly? and there’s also ones with not—hey, hey! i’m not making a joke outta it, m’ being serious—oh. y’know what… that makes more sense. ‘kay, love you, see ya in a bit!”

501ST

[NECK KISSES] ☆ REX loves to come home from a mission and press his lips against your neck, anywhere on your skin, as long as it's under your jaw. he'll take off his helmet and hold your nape softly as he kisses your skin gently, he doesn't care if you're cold or warm.

[ASS TAP/SQUEEZES] ☆ FIVES likes to rest his hand on either your tailbone or your actual backside, but not in a sexual way. he'll give it a squeeze or a small tap when he walks past you, he'll rest his hand on you when you're both walking as well.

[ARM AROUND WAIST] ☆ JESSE always puts his arm around your waist whenever he’s with you. he likes to squeeze your hip as you both walk somewhere, or if someone’s talking to you, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist. his fingers curl around your hipbone and drum his fingers against it.

[ARM AROUND SHOULDERS] ☆ HARDCASE likes to squeeze his arm around your shoulders, if he’s in a playful mood, he’ll put you in a soft chokehold. but if it’s just normal everyday affection, his hand grips your shoulder and he squeezes his fingers against your skin.

[CHEEK KISSES] ☆ KIX usually has gloves on for the majority of his time, and he has brothers’ blood on his fingers from letting them fall. so, he doesn’t like to use affection with his hands, it feels wrong. so, he’ll peck his lips on your cheek whenever he gets the chance, because he’s always on duty—it’s quick, easy and affectionate.

[FOREHEAD KISSES] ☆ DOGMA isn’t great when it comes to affection, he wants to do it, but his brain just doesn’t know how to instruct it properly. he goes with a simple forehead kiss, right in the middle. if you’re taller than him, he’ll go on his tip-toes or ask you to lean down, holding your nape, or you’re shorter than him, he’ll cup your face and tilt your head down.

[HAND-HOLDING] ☆ TUP wants to feel your hands against his, especially when he can feel the faint beating of your pulse against his skin—just to remind him you’re alive. he’ll intertwine your fingers together and sometimes swing your arms together. he’ll also grip your hand when you’re both in bed or chilling.

212TH

[SCALP MASSAGES] ☆ CODY puts his hand on your head and uses his fingernails to scratch at your scalp, like a little massage. he likes seeing you relax because of him, if you have hair, he plays with it, if you have appendages, he plays with them gently, or he’ll just rub his fingertips against your skin.

[SMELLING] ☆ SLICK likes to smell you, but not in a creepy way, he presses his nose against your skin to sniff your scent—the smell that’s you. it soothes him, because you smell like home, something he’s never had.

[TUMMY KISSES] ☆ BOIL wants to wrap his arms around you and pepper kisses around your stomach, no matter what. or lying between your legs and just pressing his lips to your skin.

[FOOT RUBS] ☆ WAXER likes to have you both sit down and chill whilst he lays your legs on his lap, takes off your shoes and massages your feet—especially if you been on them all day.

WOLFPACK

[NECK NIBBLES] ☆ WOLFFE is obsessed with leaving love marks on your neck, he’ll nibble on your skin and then pretend he didn’t just bite you. he doesn’t do it hard enough to hurt you bad, but he likes to see his little bites on your skin. i mean—hence the name.

[CHEEK RUBS] ☆ SINKER enjoys rubbing his cheek against yours, he’ll be up close and just rub your skin together. like a nuzzle but with your cheeks.

[NOSE RUBS] ☆ BOOST rubs his nose against yours, like a bunny kiss, he’ll stand or sit there for a while, eyes shut as his nose leans against yours.

[NECK NUZZLES] ☆ COMET loves to nuzzle against the crook of your neck, his arms around your waist or hands holding your shoulders as his face is buried against your skin.

CORRIES

[KELDABE KISS] ☆ FOX feels close to you when his forehead is pressed against yours as soon as he sees you, it’s also sacred to his culture as well. your breaths are mingled and it’s just lovingly, he feels safe and comfortable—and he can do it with or without his helmet.

[LEG LOCKING] ☆ THIRE gets back from a mission or a duty and he tangles himself with you immediately, usually ending up with you guys on the floor, but he locks his legs with yours as a way of feeling like one.

[ARM CARESSES] ☆ THORN's fingers is usually stroking your arm, whether he’s doing some datapad work or just with you in general. if he’s giving you his full attention, it’s his palm, but if he’s doing something else at the same time, it’s his fingers.

[BACK MASSAGES] ☆ HOUND relishes in your relaxed posture, so he loves to massage your upper back, his thumbs pressing into the stiffer parts.

[BEAR HUGS] ☆ as soon as STONE greets you, his arms are around yours and his hugging you tightly enough to suffocate you. he just misses you so much all the time.

TBB

[KNUCKLE KISSES] ☆ HUNTER likes to feel your pulse and blood rush under his lips, so he’s always holding your hand and peppering your knuckles with soft, slow kisses. he’s more gentle if you’re injured and have bruised knuckles.

[SPINNING HUGS] ☆ WRECKER always runs up to you and wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and spinning you around. his smile his wide and his eyes are crinkled, glancing at you like you’re his whole world.

[PALM KISSES] ☆ TECH knows he’s not the greatest with affection, so when you show it to him first, he likes to take your hand and press his lips to your palm, he found that you initiating it first helps him know what to do.

[SHOULDER TOUCHING] ☆ CROSSHAIR doesn’t really do affection, especially in public. so, he’ll usually lean against your shoulder with his—so both of your shoulders are touching (that’s if he isn’t in a romantic mood.)

[WRIST HOLDING] ☆ ECHO likes to use his able hand to hold your wrist, specifically with his thumb resting on the part of your wrist where he could feel your pulse. and he needs to use his able hand because he has to feel your beat physically under his skin.

DELTA SQUAD

[THIGH SQUEEZES] ☆ BOSS likes to squeeze your thigh every so often, usually if he’s doing something. he wants to make sure you know you can have his attention whenever.

[THIGH TOUCHING] ☆ FIXER is adamant about showing affection, mainly in public, but the habit sometimes goes into privately. so, if he’s near you, he’ll press his leg right up to yours, especially his thigh.

[SURPRISE HUGS] ☆ SCORCH loves to jump at you and surprise you with strong hugs. best if you’re not expecting it, and he’ll chuckle whilst having his arms wrapped around you.

[THROAT KISSES] ☆ SEV is also one to not show affection in public, unless someone is eyeing you. but both in that situation and in private, he likes to press his lips against your throat and feel your larynx bob up and down.

MISC

[HAND HOLDING] ☆ BLY interlaces his fingers with yours whenever he gets the chance, and he loves rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and the back of your hand. occasionally, if he has pockets, he’ll both yours and his in it.

[NOSE KISSES] ☆ MAYDAY enjoys kissing your nose and seeing the subtle scrunch of your face, it amuses him and practically gives him cute aggression, no matter how big you are, you’re cute to him.

[ARM AROUND LOWER WAIST] ☆ GREGOR adores putting his arm around your lower waist, near your tailbone. it feels intimate and possessive, which is how he wants to feel around you. he needs people to know you’re his.

[ARM HOLDING] ☆ HOWZER cherishes your arm linking with his, when you’re out walking, when he’s next to you off-duty. he likes looping his arms with yours, even locking them together when you’re both sleeping.

[EAR/APPENDAGE KISSES] ☆ GREE treasures you letting him have his lips on your [ear/appendage]. it’s a sensitive area for you, and he feels honoured that he gets to be near that part of you.

[LAP LYING] ☆ SISTER loves laying her head on your lap whenever she gets the chance. it feels soothing and she likes looking up at your face as you peer down at her—it makes her feel adored.