#Tcw x male reader

[theromanticjedi]

IM TRYING IT OUT

okay, im sick of yearning for Boba so send me soft Boba Fett x male reader asks (no smut) and ill see if im any good at writing. Ill also wright for almost any clone if its one i like or hyperfixate on

[starsaboveclones]

Guys…the fanfics are brewing…

[oceansssblue]

From the stuck in a snowstorm Christmas prompt:

Can I get Rex X Male Reader where they get separated from Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan during a mission and are forced to hide in a cave till the storm ends please?

Male Reader is injured from saving Rex’s life from a droid attack and Rex is using all his willpower to not think about what would have happened if he lost him.

The angst buildup to confessing your feelings is the best type of word food.

Your wishes are my orders... Let's jump with the prompt number 9 (stuck in a snow storm) rn! 🫡

I write original ideas but I swear I like the classics and basics so much too... 🤪

Enjoy!

Xx, Blue. 💖

PS. For those who may be wanting to do a request, I'm leaving you the list of prompts at the end of this oneshot if you want to check it out. I also accept your own request ideas as long as it's xmasy.

"THE MOST IMPORTANT THING" – REX / MALE READER 💔💖

WARNINGS: fleeting mentions of wounds & blood. Thoughts about almost losing someone. Snow storm & freezing temperatures. Comfort & first kiss.

Rex can barely see what's five steps ahead of him. Even with the improved vision provided by his helmet, the blizzard makes everything blurry; a white picture of snow that would have been beautiful if it hadn't turned into a storm –and Rex needn't to make his way across it in order to get to safety–. His objective is to find cover in the mountains; but even if they appear to be close in distance, it's not an easy task to acomplish. He has to fight each step of the way; his lower legs sinking on the snow as he walks and making it incredibly tiring to advance forwards. He can't stop, though. You can't.

You're injured; arm drapped over his shoulders and finding strength in the Force to not let yourself drop unconscious. It's tempting; but you refuse to succumb to blood loss and fatigue. You refuse to be a dead weight for the captain to carry. You know he's worried enough as it is.

All four Jedis assigned to this mission had worn some sort of armour for the 501st, 212th, and 464th's batallions relief; but armour isn't undestructible, and it doesn't completely cover one's body. There's always vulnerable spots required for movility; and a droid had managed to get you on one of those. By pure luck, the captain is sure. Tinnies can't aim with that sniper-like precision. It's why so many of them are needed to make one clone's work.

Even with three battalions meshed together, the army sent by the Separatists had been massive. The fight had prolonged for over a week; and at one point, Rex had been surrounded by ten droids at once. Trying to command his men at the same time, making his orders known over the sound of blasterfire and explosions, he hadn't noticed a droid attacking him from his dead angle of vision; and it was then when you had jumped in to save him. When Rex had twisted around in surprise and had seen the frizzed cloth in the gap between your chest and abdomen plates he had almost pannicked; but you had shot him a calming –and pained– smile and assured him it was just a superficial wound before dodging another attack and pushing forward. Rex had had to force himself to concentrate throughout the rest of the battle. To not think on the implications of your acts; of what could have been.

But here, with none of his men at his sides and no trace of Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ashoka –they had all splitted into pairs in order to scout the city after the end of the battle when the snow storm had surprised them–, he has nothing to distract him from said thoughts.

You could have died. Jedi, for all of Anakin's recklesness, aren't inmortal; he could have lost you. Forever; a permanent absense and void in his heart no one would be able to cure. All those little things Rex always looks forward too —a cup of hot chocolate shared after a hard mission, the way your face lit up and innocently waved when you saw him across the hangar, all the little spontaneous trips you insisted for him to acompany you around Coruscant, if only using an excuse to show Rex what life could be outside of war... All of that would dissapear, disolve as if it had never existed; and Rex would be left staring into nothing.

They finally reach the mountains; and after a little while longer, they find a safe spot for them to take refuge in. They almost stumble inside –both of their legs aching and trembling from the cold and effort by now–; but being protected from the harsh and unforgiving wind is an instant relief.

Rex helps you to sit down; and you stretch your legs on the rocky floor of the cave and let him tug you backwards so that your shoulders are able to rest against one of the walls. You're shivering; the freezing temperatures managing to slip under your armour and specially on your vulnerable open spot. It's not all bad, though; you guess that the combination of the quick self-cauterizing blaster shot and the cold have managed to sort of keep the wound in stasis. Your vision is blurry and blackening when you try to move your head around, though; you feel dizzy and weak too. You don't know if it's because the wound, the post-battle fatigue, the cold, or all of them combined.

"General?" You hear Rex's voice ask, and it's only then when you notice his voice sounds too close and clear and realize he has taken off his bucket. "I think you're a step away from frostbite. You should take the armour off; it's so cold it's making you more damage than good at this point, now that we're hiding here".

You nod distractedly. That makes sense, yeah. You move your right hand to the shoulder attachments of your chest plate; but your movements are too slugish to pry the seals apart. The Captain's hands gently tug yours away and he tries to do it instead.

"Let me help you, okay?" He asks, always a bit wary to touch you and cross the line between General and trooper –it had taken a really long time for him not to jump at your ocasional affectionate pat on the shoulder or squeeze on his arms–. "Just try... Try to stay with me, General".

You hum in agreement and close your eyes; following his gentle commands a bit too slow for Rex's taste. He carefully pries each plate from your body and sets it aside; packing it up in the same way all clones do with theirs. You don't even react when your wound is exposed to the cold air; but Rex is quick to cover it with a bacta patch anyways. Then goes the plates of your back; and youre finally left in the soft and comfortable tunic and unders you always wear for the battlefield.

A new wave of exhaustion hits you; and your body slumps forward, only saved from smashing into the ground by Rex's quick hand on your shoulder.

"Hey. Hey, General. Cyare don't... Don't leave me".

You can hear the fear in his voice. The pain. The panic.

Even if it's an almost impossible task, you manage to blink your eyes open if only just for his sake.

"m' not going anywhere, Rex. I just need to sleep" you mumble grogily, trying to control the way your mind spins.

Rex opens his mouth, ready to ask you to stay with him, to not leave him here; but you continue and reassure him.

"This' one of those times you're gonna' have to believe in the Jedi magic. M'not dying. I just need to sleep and connect with the Force".

Rex reluctantly –scared– nods. He knows you had received a different training from Anakin, Ashoka and Obi-Wan; the Jedis he's used to work with. But all Jedis are not the same. While the previous three had grown more focused on how to use the Force to fight, you had cultivated other aspects; telepathy, healing. Kit Fisto had been your master; and though he had definitly teached you the art of the lightsaber, he had also encouraged you to explore your gift for telepathy –he was a powerfull telepath too– and even offered you to spend a few years learning Force Healing under the supervision of Jedi Stass Allie in the Temple. You had once explained to him you were nowhere close to be considered an expert on such themes; but that you could at least accelerate the curative progression of wounds a bit, if only enough to evade the risk of inminent death.

Rex doesn't need your skin to be completely closed and looking as if the shot had never happened; he had enough with avoiding your loss for now.

"Okay" he whispers back with a shuddering breath. "I'll let you sleep, then. Just let me... Let me hold you against me. You're still freezing and I don't want to risk it while we both rest".

"Kay" you mumble in response, closing your eyes again and dropping your head back against the wall. "But hurry up, my brain's fuzzy".

Rex nods and rushes to take his own armour off; staying in his blacks and taking a seat by your side, with his back against the wall. He then burries his thoughts about rules and impropiate gestures and pushes an arm under your knees; the other one around your torso, and then he uses a small burst of energy and tugs you towards him so that you're resting in his lap, between his crossed legs.

You make a little surprised sound; but inmediately melt against him when he pulls a heating emergency blanket from his backpack and places it around your body. You hum feeling gratefull and cuddle closer to his chest; hiding your face in his neck and tugging the blanket closer to try to cover him as well.

His hands give you a soft squeeze. Shortly after, you surrender to unconsciousness.

Rex has a lot of time to think until you wake up again between his arms.

He takes the moment of respite to breathe in your warmth and soothe his stressed mind; his galoping heart. It was terrifying, almost losing you; but you're safe now. Your breathing has eased with time; your deep, pained frown slowly relaxing and an almost peacefull expresion making its way across your face.

It's still a huge relief for him when you groan and open your eyes; blinking slowly to try to make a picture of whats happening and where you are.

Rex only softens his hold on your body so that you can sit down straigther and turn around to face him. You stretch your neck and shoot him a tired but warm smile.

"Hey" the captain rasps. "How are you feeling?"

You glance down at your dressed wound and take a moment to analyse yourself. You're still tired, and your muscles ache, and you're in desperate need of some water and a shower; but here in Rex's lap, you can't help but feel content and safe.

"Better" you decide to answer, smiling softly. "You?"

Rex tries to give you a tiny smile; but it's such a pained, little unsure thing that it tugs at your heart.

"I'm fine" he answers, one of his hands carefully caressing up and down your back under the blanket.

You shove down a pleasant shiver and tilt your head to the side.

"I don't have to be a Jedi to know that's a lie" you tell him cautiously, your own hands travelling down to catch his with yours. "Tell me, if you want?"

Rex stares at you for a few seconds and sighs.

"You shouldn't have jumped in to save me" he starts, glancing down at your hands, unable to hold the weight of your beautiful eyes on his while he confesses this. "You're one in a million. A Jedi General. Hundreds of lifes depend on yours. Mine is replacable. I'm not important, and you..."

"You're the most important thing in mine".

It's soft and sweet; the way you finally tell him what you've been keeping to your heart all this time. What you've been struggling with.

"What?"

Rex has the most cute stunned and confused face you've seen before. His eyes lock onto yours inmediately; almost not believing your words, like needing to check you've really said that to him. That you mean it.

You smile wistfully and squeeze his hands. They're rough, callous formed on the spots where his skin frictions with his favorite pair of DC-blasters; the hands of a soldier that hasn't had the chance to be anything else. It's why you have been trying to show him the rest of the world, the little pleasure that can be found in the simplest everyday things. He deserves it. All his brothers do.

"I have never wanted more than I had" you begin, deciding to finally bare your heart once and for all to him. "All I've ever wanted to do is help others, and I've grown up with that purpose without having nothing else to fight for. Nothing that I wanted for myself. No secret that I had to keep trapped inside ny mind or heart. Yet..."

You reach up to trace reverent fingertips over the captain's cheek. You feel his stuttering breath against your skin; smile at the loving, hopefull way his golden eyes are silently watching you.

"I want to keep you, Rex. Every morning I find myself expectant and tense until I see you in the distance. Everytime we're close, everytime we talk, it fills me with a comforting warmth" your eyes track a sinfull path through his lips. So tempting, so close to yours. You can't help yourself and trace a thumb over them. Rex gasps, and his eyes flicker through your face, his heart filling with devotion and passion too. "I want to burn, though. I've been trying to hold back, but I can't. I want to get closer. I want to kiss you. I want to be able to relax between your arms when everything gets to be too much. You might think that in the grand scale of things you're not important. Perhaps, seing it that way, none of us are. What I can tell you is my personal truth, your spot in my individual scale; and there's no other person I deem as important as you".

You're desperate to kiss him; but you feel like he wants to say something too, so you try to be patient and wait for him.

Rex cups one side of your face in his hand. It trembles. You understand the feeling; and smile encouragingly. You have been worried about mistaking his kidness for something more too; of crossing boundaries. But he has nothing to fear now. Still, you understand. Your heart is speeding up in your chest too; as it does with everything exciting and new. Your feelings for him aren't; but this closeness, the real posibility of kissing him for the first time, is.

"I've loved you for a long time now" he admits, voice gentle and firm despite his own nervousness. "Perhaps for as long as I've been able to understand what romantic love is. I... I'll be happy to have you, cyare. When you need me and when you don't, too".

His words shoot warmth and joy to every cell of your body; a radiant smile perching on your tired face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, bringing your face close to his with a gentle tug of your chin.

You smile and sigh.

"Yes..." you whisper over his lips. "Yeah".

THE END.

Didn't I make you two cute? Aaaaah 💖 Hope you like it! Xx, Blue.

Still accepting Xmas requests, you can use any of this prompts (except 9) or one of your own!

[moomoog017]

headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩 commander wolffe

commander wolffe x gn!reader

Guys this wasn't supposed to be so long... Enjoy!

One of his favorite things to do in private is for you to feel his muscles. Arms, chest, back, whatever it is he adores it. It boosts his ego and makes him feel special. He loves when you dote on how strong he is, it really gets him going. If you're muscular in places he will hype you up and tell you how strong you are. Feeling your muscles and pushing down on them he smirks. "Woah look atchu! So much muscle now (Y/n)!"

When he is in depth in a plan or thought, he comes to you for support and suggestions. When it's battle plans, he likes hearing your thoughts about it and will usually take your advice. He can't help but notice when you drop everything to help him. When it's NOT battle plans he likes to talk about life. He's not a big fan of the past but he will philosophize with you. He's quite the intellectual despite his exterior.

The man is a sucker for you when you take charge of literally anything. He likes it when you challenge his ideas or know something he doesn't. He would never admit it but he likes when you teach him something new. "Give it here, I'll show you." Wolffe rolls his eyes handing over the weapon. "There isn't a weapon I couldn't use." He states as a 'matter of fact. ' You chuckle. "Watch." A smirk crept on your face and you use the weapon with incredible accuracy. Wolffe's eyes widen. A blush is pushed onto his face, "yeah whatever, lucky shot."

Wolffe isn't exactly an empathetic person he's a tough love kinda guy. If you say anything bad about yourself he literally doesn't understand why because when he sees you, you're perfect. He genuinely gets confused and tries to tell you that your statements make no sense and are inaccurate. He will nag you until you think otherwise, if it's a real problem for you he's gonna catch on, he's smart.

If you are forcing yourself to stay awake especially for his sake he will put you to bed. Forcefully if he must. He cares so much and when you're healthy you're happy, that's all he wants for you. He sometimes neglects his health like sleeping for you, he will always provide for you first. He is selfless. "Wolffe! I'm fine." Wolffe sighs, you wanna play? Let's play." His gruff voice and dangerous eyes burning through you. He lunges and grabs you, hoisting you in his arms. Wolffe happily smirks at his victory.

OMFG STRUT YOUR STUFF. HE WILL EAT THAT SHIT UP. He loves when you're confident in yourself it makes him crazy, like bro is barking.

When you're stubborn he's all over you he can't stand it when you challenge him or don't do what you're told he kinda enjoys it but he won't tell you that.

You can't peck him on the lips without him pulling you back and embracing in a passionate kiss, living in war is always risky, one day it's possible he won't come back. He needs to make sure you know he loves you every time him or you leaves.

When you work up a sweat whether just existing or doing something physically he loses it. Just the smell of you makes him wanna grab and make out with you. ESPECIALLY if it's sparing with him.

Wolffe is always grateful when you give him stuff but no matter how expensive or cool it is nothing beats the experiences you guys have together. He will remember those forever and they mean so much to him.

He has developed this habit of grabbing your cheek and pinching it. He doesn't do it hard but it's a way for him to say 'I love you' without saying it in front of the other men. He gets a little embarrassed sometimes, he's got to maintain his tough guy image.

At first he was self conscious about his scar, it brings him bad memories but he always plays it off that he doesn't care but it still haunts him sometimes. When you two were close enough to feel comfortable with touching each other, the first place you felt was his scar. He knew he wasn't 'pretty' but you didn't care. He felt the softness of his scar and he felt something he hadn't in a very long time. Security. But when you kissed his scar all the way down his face, he just about lost it. He felt your care and compassion through your kisses and he never wanted it to stop.

Whenever you're passionate he's passionate. He might not show it very well but the way he looks at you says it all. The slight smirk in his face, like it's going to turn into a smile. The scrunch of his eyes shows you happiness. The same goes for when you're fired up because of something, he LOVES when you speak your mind, get a little cocky or sarcastic.

[yoitsjay]

Hi!! I ador your writing, Especially your male reader ones! There's not enough clone x male reader fanfics out there. So im requesting a Commander Fox x male reader with no specifications. You can do whatever you want with this. And if you don't feel comfortable or you just don't want to, that's fine too I hope you have an amazing day!

Thank you! I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with this so- I hope this is okay!

New and Relieving

Pairings: Fox x male senator! Reader

Summary: You were an up and coming senator within the republic, from a planet nobody has even heard of until now. Fox is tasked in protecting you along with the rest of his squad, and though it's a reprieve from the chancellor he can't stand you. You're snarky, kind to others but blunt to those who oppose you. Your kind to Fox and his brothers but he just can't understand why... well, he will soon find out.

Warnings: some fluff, not many warnings.

Word count: 1,559

After a vicious battle on the planet of Cryt,

General’s Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi are tasked with bringing the Senator of Cryt to Coruscant for added protection against separatist assassins trying to take his life.

The Republic Senate places Senator Y/n under the protection of the Coruscant guard until further notice.

Now Senator Y/n must face the harsh realities of true politics in wartime, as well as battling the growing tension between him and his protector, Commander Fox…

Will the Senator persevere?

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Two days, half a current rotation. One large celebratory dinner, half eaten rations. You kept track of the number of hours you had been on Coruscant, you tried to eat more than just one dinner and some rations, but the near loss of your home planet had been a lot to carry on your shoulders.

So many good soldiers lost their lives to save your little back water trade route, but they assured you it was essential for the Republic to set up a care center and base of operations there.

You didn’t argue back.

You now had to face the threat of hundred’s, maybe even thousand’s of Senators, arguing on whether or not you- or your contribution is worth having within the senate.

You quickly realized that there were two sides in the Senate, the vindictive, cruel, money driven senators who often side with the banking clan, and the kind hearted, caring senators who always try to fight for the right thing.

You picked your side pretty quickly.

Senator Organa, Amidala, and Chuchi all became good friends of yours, helping you with some of that burden you carried on your shoulders, offering help and advice which definitely had lightened your load a bit.

You were currently sitting in your office, one hand in your hair as the other was scribbling on paper, writing signatures on bills for your friends in the Senate. You heard the door to your office open but you didn’t even bat an eye to who entered, just giving them a curt wave as you moved onto the next stack of papers.

You had a small guard squad assigned to you, but you had been so busy these last couple of days so you just didn’t have the time to greet them or ask for their names. “I need an assistant.” You muttered to yourself as you pushed the stack of papers away, leaning back to look at the ceiling.

“Anything I can help with? Senator?” A voice called up, and you jolted in your seat, turning your head in the direction of the voice, seeing one of the guards standing beside your desk. You let out a sigh of relief, offering the armored man a gentle smile. “perhaps… thank you for the offer…” You trailed off, silently asking for the clone's name.

“I’m Commander Thorn.” He introduced, and you smiled a bit brighter, standing as you offered a handshake to him, which he took politely. “Y/n L/n- though- i guess you already knew that.” You chuckled, placing your hands on your hips.

“I apologize if I've seemed unfriendly to you and your brothers, I've just had so much on my plate.” You sighed, glancing at your work before shaking your head.

“It’s no problem at all, Senator. We understand.” Thorn stated, giving you some consolation on your quiet behavior. “Right, well I think it’s time I get to know your squad some more, hm?” You suggested, grabbing your commlink and your jacket, walking out of your office with Thorn right behind you.

There were a few clones guarding your door, and as you walked the hallways beside the commander, they stayed guarding your office. Thorn took you to the main mess hall in the GAR, knowing that it would be where his Marshall Commander and other brothers would be.

He also gave you a small tour around the GAR per your request, and you had some friendly short chats with a couple other clones before entering the mess hall.

It was packed with hundreds of clones, the room went silent when they noticed you, a fancily dressed Senator, but regardless Thorn helped you get some food from the line up. He told you to skip the line but you were adamant on waiting your turn.

Once you had your tray of food Thorn led you over to one of the tables already filled with clones wearing red armor. One of them caught your eye, he had dark short hair, but there was a silver streak running through the left side of his hair. He stared at you before standing in greeting.

“Senator. I didn’t know you’d be joining us.” The man stated, and you offered a light smile. “I decided I needed to get to know the men protecting me. Thorn has been very helpful so far but I'd like to know the rest of you too.” You explained as you sat down at the table, Thorn sitting beside you.

“Right… Well these are Commanders Thire and Stone. Beside Stone is Sergeant Hound.” The clone introduced, and each clone waved or saluted. You waved in response, turning your head to look at the man who was already staring at you.

“So you must be Marshall Commander Fox.” You mused, and the man nodded. “Well it’s wonderful to meet you all, I hope you don’t mind me joining you.” You stated, readying your meal to be eaten.

“Not at all, Senator. You're welcome to join us.” Commander Thire spoke up, and you sent him a thankful look before biting into your sandwich.

Fox narrowed his eyes at you slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you talk with his brothers. Eventually you felt your commlink going off and you started cursing as you fumbled to get up an answer. “Shit! i forgot I had a stupid meeting.” You hissed, grabbing your tray as you smiled at the men.

“Excuse me, I must go. It was very nice meeting you all.” You expressed, throwing out the food from your tray before setting the tray to the side. Fox then stood up, it being his turn to escort you places, following you out in a brisk walk as you hurried from the GAR back to the senate building to get there in time for your meeting.

When you got to the room you turned to Fox, offering him a smile. “Thank you for escorting me, you are free to do as you please.” You started quickly before entering the room.

However Fox didn’t leave. Even as your meeting went on for hours he stood outside until you were the last to leave. He noticed how exhausted you looked, and sighed. “To your quarters?” He asked, however you shook your head.

“No, I am done for the day, I will return back to my apartment.” You stated. Fox nodded and led you to the building where many senator’s resided, already knowing your apartment number even if you didn’t.

Once you got to the door that led to your chambers you turned to Fox, and spoke.

“I’m sorry if I've offended you in the past couple of days. Being a Senator of such a small planet- it's hard work that I'm not used to.” You breathed out, running your hand through your hair as you stared up at him. He noticed something shining in your eyes, and he wouldn’t lie…

You’ve piqued his interest, more than anyone else ever has.

“I was raised on a farm, I led my community since I was a teenager… They voted for me to become Senator when we sided with the republic. If I'm honest I should have said no.” You joked, opening your apartment door before turning to Fox again, biting your bottom lip.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked, and Fox thought for a moment before he nodded. “Yes, I'll be here in the morning. You’ll have guards stationed outside if you need anything however. Keep your Com on.” He instructed, and you nodded, giving him another look before finally shutting the door.

After that, little walk breaks with Fox became a regular thing, along with the fact that he always brought you home, and was always there in the morning to pick you up. You didn’t see him much in the afternoon, so you looked forward to the evening’s with the Commander.

You and Fox grew closer, and to think he despised you at first- or at least was very untrusting. But now he trusted you alot, he learned all about you, personality wise and… otherwise. Though even as the Republic… rebranded�� Fox stayed by your side, permanently transferring as your bodyguard, giving orders when he needed too.

But you helped him lose faith in the republic he had worked so hard to keep peaceful. You resigned as Senator, and withdrew your planet’s support from the Empire, despite their resistance. However you had the backing of millions of people on your home planet…

You and Fox started a rebel alliance cell on your planet, and explored the feelings that had bloomed between you. Fox was gay as fuck, that he found out pretty fast after leaving the Empire with you.

And you were… open to anything he threw your way.

You were perfect for him.

And you knew it.

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Public Menace

Pairing: Commander Fox x gn!reader

Word count: 852

Tags/warnings: none

Summary: Fox suffers the consequences of you being bored while on sick leave.

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"Would you stop with the wriggling?" Fox huffs, looking up from his paperwork for the first time in hours. You shuffle on the couch one more time just to irk him.

You're in his office for some rare downtime and Fox is still forcing himself to concentrate on requisition paperwork for the 104th, claiming that he's falling behind in his work. You've been trying your very hardest to distract him for the past two hours, saying that you want your cyare's company during your sick leave. As much as he loves you, which he has assured you of multiple times, he really has alot of work to be doing.

The wriggling, as Fox has put it, is only 50% on purpose. You were chasing a group of thieves through the Coruscant streets with Thorn, when you had taken a nasty fall while wrestling with a pissed off Devaronian. Looking back on it, you find Thorn stressing and worrying over you rather funny, because both of you know Fox would've killed him if he let you die on his watch.

Initially, Fox was fussing over you so much that it nearly gave you a headache, but after a week he started to mellow out. He knows you can handle yourself and that you've dealt with worse injuries. Jewels, a Coruscant Gaurd medic, had told you that you had just bruised some of your ribs and your shoulders, along with a concussion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you try getting comfortable on a lump ass couch, while suffering from internal bruises." You shoot him a look and he just rolls his eyes at your words, knowing that you're just winding him up.

"If you find it so uncomfortable, why don't you go back to bed?" He says in a much softer tone.

"And leave you here all alone, without any human interaction for the rest of the day?" You arch a brow and he's quick to distract himself by signing off new plastoid for 25% of the 104th instead of meeting your gaze. You know him too well.

"Besides, I've been working on this report for ages." You continue typing away on your datapad.

"The report can wait, you're on leave." Fox says back.

"So can the requisitions." You remark. "May aswell be in a warm, comfortable bed-"

"There's a blanket in the locker, if you're cold." He interrupts you bluntly and you give him a flat look.

Having nothing left to say, silence settles over the room for a few minutes. The thoughts of that blanket are filling your mind. You had brought it for him during the first couple of weeks you were dating, after noticing his habit of sleeping in his office.

A exasperated sigh leaves your lips and you place your datapad on the couch next to you, before painfully bringing yourself to stand. The winces and occasional "ow, fuck" are only partly exaggerated, as you pull out the fluffy red blanket from his locker.

"Urgh, think I'm dying." You mumble quietly, finding a comfortable position on the couch.

"You finished?" Fox arches a brow at you, amused by your attempt at manipulating him to lay with you.

"Everything hurts." You pout at him, tormenting facade finally slipping. Fox gives you a warm smile, standing from his desk to make the few steps to stand by you.

"You're over doing it, sarad." He brings his hands up to hold either side of your face.

"Hurts." Is all you mumble out and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Fox doesn't like seeing you hurt and he knows that you know he doesn't like seeing you hurt because you've gone out of your way to lighten the mood this past week with cheesy jokes.

"Tell me honestly, if I bring my work over here to be with you, are you going to sit still for once?" He tilts your head up to make you meet his eyes. A mischievous smile etches it's way onto your face at his words.

"Of course, I will. What to do you take me for, a public menace?" You arch a brow and he gives you a flat look, before turning away to gather his datapad and documents.

Fox rearranges a few pillows to prop himself up agaisnt, before reclining back agaisnt the armrest. You snuggle up to him with mild discomfort, resting the side of your face agaisnt his chest that's rid of his plastoid for once.

"Love you." You mumble out, eyelids already drooping.

"I gathered." He says back, causing you to pinch him in the side. "Alright! I love you to!" He leans down to place a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Five hours later, Stone barges into Fox's office, about to rave on about Hound putting hair dye in his shampoo. What he finds is rather unexpected. So, you finally wore him down, huh? He totally doesn't steal the datapad that's lax in Fox's hold, take a photo of the pair of you blissfully asleep, forward it to Thire, Thorn and Hound, then sets it as Fox's background.

[professional-yearner]

Yandere Tup x reader headcannons

TW for: yandere, threat of unconsensual acts of affection, illusions to Stockholm syndrome, two faced behavior, isolation

Tup! A surprisingly terrifying admirer!

Truly fitting of the sweet and quiet younger brother (at least outwardly), he's really found a way into your heart.

He can't get enough of you. So kind, so sweet and soft. 

You truly care about him in a way he's never experienced before. And he cares for you.

Oh, does he care for you.

Tup loves holding your hand, whether you like it or not, but luckily you've always reciprocated.

Though, it is startling when he'll come out of seemingly nowhere, larger hand closing around yours and him beaming down at you.

It drives him near mad how badly he wants to kiss you.

You're just so shy, he doesn't want to scare you off, even though he's sure you feel the same.

Even if you don't, he won't pay that much mind.

He wonders what it will feel like when it finally happens. He'd like to think of himself as a gentleman, but he's not sure how much he'll be able to hold back once he gets a taste.

He's sure you won't mind.

He follows you around any and everywhere he can.

Whether it's your station, the mess, your quarters, anywhere is fair game as long as he's done his duties for the day!

It's eerie how he just happens to know where you are all the time…

The affectionate curiosity about who your friends were has become a sickly sweet kind of interrogation, him visibly getting more irate the moment you admit to spending time with anyone other than him.

He doesn’t yell, no, never at you, dearheart <3

He doesn't need to anyway, the look he has when you give an answer he doesn't want is enough to make you hesitant to repeat the mistake of keeping the company of others besides him and his siblings. 

So soft-spoken and kind (outwardly), nobody would believe you even if you were to tell them about his worrying behavior.

“Tup? Are you sure it was him? He just helped me grab the documents I needed from the archives! You don’t think maybe you're blowing whatever he did out of proportion?”

His brothers are worse, though. 

Even sharing a knowing smile, they would only chuckle, “Tup? Scary? Oh, honey, don't let your imagination run away with you, now.”

You've idly thought of transferring out of the 501st, but… you don't hate Tup's affection as much as you probably should.

Sure, you were a bit freaked out at first, but he is so genuine and kind- at least to you. When it comes to others, you've noticed how… hollow his generosity seems to be. 

But, you choose to ignore it.

His presence in your life is so soothing, soft and warm in an almost crushingly loving sort of way. 

You love his family also, you've never had a group of people care for you so genuinely. 

Like them to you, you don't think you can let them go now.

But you shouldn't worry, Tup is here, and he'd never let you go uncared for again.

Even if you begged and screamed for it.

[clone-anon]

Since you're offering 🤣

Could you do a Fives x Male reader bf where Fives teaches him how to shoot a blaster cause Fives wants him to be able to protect himself when he's deployed? (Sorry if it's a weird ask😅)

This isn't weird at all! I love it. I made it just a bit angsty at the start, but only as a way to get to the blaster training. Now just let me figure out how a blaster works...

Fives woke up from a nightmare slightly sticky with sweat. He reached for you in bed and pulled you closer to him, making sure not to wake you as he tried to focus on steadying his heartbeat and grounding himself in here and now. He felt you breathing and heard you hum in contentment as you slept. He couldn't help but smile at that. He closed his eyes again and tried sleeping.

"Wuhzzit," you asked, barely awake.

"Nothing," he replied. "Just needed you close."

"I know better, Fives." You were more awake now and sensed his unease. You rolled over a bit and started rubbing his back the way he liked.

"Just a nightmare," he answered quietly. "I thought I lost you."

"You're not gonna lose me."

"I'll make sure of it." He kissed you and snuggled close. You both fell asleep holding each other.

The next day he dragged you to a shooting range after breakfast.

"What are we doing here, Fives?"

"You're going to learn how to shoot," he replied.

"Why? I've never needed this. I live in a very safe place, and I-"

He put his hand up. "I know this, but I would feel better if you knew how to protect yourself. Even if you never need it. I just can't stand the idea of my boyfriend going unprotected while I'm deployed."

You knew this had something to do with the nightmare, so you weren't about to ask. You knew he'd tell you more about it when he was ready. Learning this skill wasn't going to hurt anything and if it made him feel better, then you'd do it.

You broke the silence after a few moments of contemplation. "Alright. Show me what to do."

"What do you already know," he asked.

"Umm, point and click?"

He chuckled, "There's more to it than that. We'll start at the very beginning."

Fives helped you pick out a blaster. If you were going to learn to shoot for protection, you needed to have one at home or knowing how to shoot wasn't going to do you any good. He showed you each part of a blaster, how to clean it, how to fix it if it was jammed, and basic safety measures. Once you seemed to have that down, he helped you find the right stance in front of the targets. He stood behind you and helped guide your movements. You fired shot after shot, taking in all his advice along the way. Even after you had your stance down, he continued to stand behind you, but you felt him relax into his usual self. You tried to focus on the exercise and not the feeling of his body against yours, but when you looked back over your shoulder after a particularly accurate shot, he grinned at you and kissed your neck.

"I think that's enough for today," he said. "But promise me you'll practice your aim while I'm gone."

"I promise." You put your new weapon in your holster. Fives wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you in for a kiss. He seemed to linger, wanting to take in the experience as much as he could. You were here. He was here. All he wanted was you in his life. He didn't know what he would do if he lost you.

On the way out, Fives checked with the manager of the range to see what else they offered. There were several different areas where you could practice and they had a set up for practicing with moving targets. You signed yourself up for several time slots.

You went home and spent the rest of the day together. He had to leave the next morning and you wanted to enjoy every moment you had. As you got into bed that night, he held you to him and kissed you firmly. It was always hard the night before he left. You wanted it to last forever, but knew it couldn't. Still, he knew how to make the evening memorable and once you finally fell asleep, only pleasant dreams played on your minds.

[xviiperr]

SCREW THE WRITER'S BLOCK

Guys I'm like..craving yandere clone wars stuff, specifically with a Jedi reader. I'm talking about a full scale story where a/the clone/s try/tries to figure out a way to get to the reader, despite the religion blocking personal connections.

Like-

Please

Por favor I beg you, if you are a writer unsure of writing a fic like this or are in the making of one like this, feel free to tag me 😭 🙏

[clone-anon-after-dark]

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x M!Reader)

Word Count: 2071

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, handjobs, unprotected PiA

A/N: prepare for slightly jealous, but soft Wolffe.  Includes aftercare.  There is discussion of a rejection before we get to the smut, but if you’re sensitive to rejection just know that it doesn’t linger and everything works out in the end

Note that there are two versions of this fic.  The f!reader version can be found here.

You finally started dating.  Again? Was it really ‘again’ when Wolffe had insisted you were never really dating in the first place?  You had a good thing going.  You thought.  You’d developed a close friendship that became friends with benefits.  Wolffe made you feel everything you ever wanted to feel with someone.  He drove you wild and you fell in love.  You wanted more and when you told him how you felt, he immediately shut it down.  You thought your feelings were reciprocated, but he insisted they were not. “I value your friendship and I enjoy the fucking and that’s it,” he’d said firmly.  You tried to smile and said you understood, but you walked home with tears rolling down your face and sobbed into your pillow that night and many after.  You still spent time with Wolffe as a friend, but only in the company of others and the physical aspect was totally gone.  He didn’t even offer you hugs anymore and you certainly didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking.  Even when all you wanted was a hug and reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

Several months passed and you finally felt like you were more or less back on your feet. You knew you still had feelings for Wolffe, but since that wasn’t going anywhere, you decided to meet other people.  You met Sinker the same way you met Wolffe - through your work contracting with the GAR.  He had a good sense of humor and you liked him.  When he asked you out to dinner, you decided why not? You wanted to have fun and be appreciated for who you were.

He took you to one of your favorite restaurants.  You thought he might take you to 79’s like a lot of clones did, but were happy to have a change of pace.  He was funny and thoughtful. You had a great time and promised you would comm him the next day.  He walked you to your door and gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Unbeknownst to you, Wolffe was watching from across the way.  He finally came to terms with how he felt about you.  Of course he was in love with you, but there was a war going on and what if he died?  He didn’t want to risk hurting you, but in his foolishness he managed to hurt you anyway.  The distance he created between the two of you left a massive void in his heart.  He was more short-tempered and tired than he ever was and he knew it was because he missed you.  Wolffe decided to walk over to your place to apologize and tell you how he really felt.  He didn’t realize you were on a date and stopped to hide around a corner before you noticed him.  He felt his heart race in jealousy when Sinker held you and kissed you.  It wasn’t even a passionate kiss, but he wanted that to be him.  He wanted to be the one to kiss you, walk you through your front door and all the way to the bedroom, strip you naked, and worship your body.  He breathed a sigh of relief when Sinker walked away and left it at that.  

You closed the door and called it a night.  You unbuttoned the nice shirt you had on and smiled to yourself.  You enjoyed your evening, but weren’t sure what else to say about it.  Your heart felt tender, like it had been through too much at once and you didn’t know exactly how to process the idea of being with someone else just yet.  Before you could spare another thought, there was a knock on the door. You knew that knock and opened the door.

“Wolffe?”  You looked at him, emotion welling up in your chest, ready to bubble out.  You were cautious, though.  “Do you need something?”

He took a step inside and reached for your hands. “You,” he said. “I need you.”

You stood tentatively, ready to pull away.  “But you said-”

“I messed up,” he replied quickly.  “I love you.  I’ve loved you since I met you, even though I didn’t know it.  You’re my best friend and I’ve fallen in love with you.”

You wanted to scoff.  Your mouth twitched into a wince of agony while at the same time wanting nothing more than to kiss him and tell him of course nothing had changed.  You looked him up and down, trying not to cry.  You swallowed and replied, “But you said-”

“What I said was stupid.  I was stupid.  I’m sorry and I love you.”

He watched you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but pain radiating all over him from the uncertainty.  His eyes started to dart as he tried to think of what else to say.  He looked back at you and after a deep breath asked,  “Can you ever forgive me?”

You walked to him and wrapped him in your arms.  You cupped his cheek and kissed his lips softly, as if you were afraid this wasn’t real, and replied, “I already have.”

Wolffe wasted no time returning the kiss. His tongue moved deliberately, tasting you and dancing between your lips in the most familiar way.  He pulled away, eyes searching yours as he confessed, “I want you.  All of you. In every way.  There’s nothing and no one I want more.”

“Then have me,” you said, taking his hand and walking to the bedroom.

Everything slowed down.  Wolffe had never taken his time like this before.  He wasn’t always in a rush, but tonight he wanted to prove the depth of his feelings.  It already felt like you were both experiencing emotional whiplash and he wanted to make sure this wouldn’t prove to be too much too fast.  He wasn’t just going to fuck you.  He was going to make love to you.

He helped you out of your nice shirt and trousers.  He smiled at you when your belt made a little snap as it came off the last loop and he kissed you as your clothes hit the floor.  You helped him out of his clothes in return, slowly kissing a pattern along his collar bones and smiling as he let out a little moan.  His calloused hands ran gently across your shoulders and down your back, reaching around to grab your ass as he started kissing your neck.  You laid down in bed together, facing each other, and he stopped as he was about to reach for your cock.

“May I,” he asked.  Wolffe had never asked quite like that before.  Sure, you knew each other’s limits, but he hadn’t asked for explicit permission since the beginning.  He didn’t want to take anything for granted anymore.  

“Yes,” you replied, kissing his neck.  You gasped as his hand encircled your cock and started pumping.  You reached around him, leaning against his chest, and fished some lube out of a drawer next to the bed.  You slathered both yourselves in plenty of slick and proceeded to stroke each other.  Wolffe continued kissing you as he continued to slowly draw pleasure from your body.

“I missed you,” he said quietly.  “Every day.”

You reassured him between peppered kisses on his face.  No one but you knew how much he loved little kisses.  How much those little bits of love made him smile and made his heart beat faster.  You saved them for times where it was just the two of you.  

Wolffe took his time loving you, tracing a pattern around your balls and thighs while sucking gently on your neck.  You leaned your head back, giving him more access and inhaling deeply.  Wolffe smelled like campfire and lust and earth and beauty.  He tasted like day old caf and his hands felt like protective tenderness.  His essence was grounding and sent you into orbit at the same time.

You felt your body react a little too fast and you put a hand on his chest to ask him to pause.  He did, still lying chest to chest and looking into your eyes, unable to stop his expression of wonder.  You placed a firm kiss on his lips.

“I want you, Wolffe.”  You started rolling over, knowing his favorite positions.

“Wait,” he said, stopping you.  “Not like that.  I want to see you the whole time.”

You smiled as heat spread throughout your body.  You laid on your back and Wolffe positioned himself above you, grinning when you wrapped your legs around his waist.  He teased your hole with the tip of his cock.  He entered you slowly, taking his time with shallow thrusts gradually deepening.  You moaned his name, hands grabbing his shoulders.  

He leaned down and nibbled your earlobe, leaving a kiss on it, and whispering, “You feel amazing, my love.  Feels so good to have you like this.”

He rested his face in the crook of your neck.  Feeling his breath on your neck sent tingles throughout your body.  He felt himself get closer and adjusted his angle, doing his best to make you feel good.  

“Do you want to touch yourself,” he asked. “Or should I?”

“You, please.”

He grinned again, his low voice responding, “I’ll take care of you.”

He kneeled and adjusted your hips higher, placing a pillow underneath.  His thrusts resumed and you gasped as he gripped your cock.  He stroked you with a slight twisting motion he knew would drive you crazy.   

“I want to see you come,” he said, looking down at you melting onto the bed beneath him.  Your body started to coil inside, your legs moving further apart, wanting more room for him to drive in deeper.  You let out a loud moan as he did before looking up to see him entranced by you.  Watching him work made your heart beat faster and you nearly lost the ability to breathe as you came all over his hand and your abdomen.  

Wolffe smiled, releasing your sensitive cock, holding on to your legs, and burying himself in you.  He came with a soft grunt and you smiled in satisfaction at the view.

He carefully left your body and laid down next to you.  He rolled over and reached down for the towel you usually kept in a lower drawer for times like these.  Instead the spot was empty.  He looked back at you and you shrugged, replying, “After what happened and what you said, I knew I wouldn’t want to be with anyone.  At least for a while.  So I didn’t bother replacing the towel after I washed it last.”

His expression dropped.  Letting out a deep sigh he leaned into you, nuzzling his nose to your cheek and pulling you in close. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I promise I’m here now.  As long as you’ll have me.”  He left a lingering kiss on your cheek and you laid there, happy to be holding each other.

“I love you Wolffe,” you said softly.

His reply came without any hesitation.  “I love you, my wonderful.”

You kissed him and smiled, thinking about all the things you wanted to do with him that you thought would never happen.  “Want to shower? And find that towel and put it back for next time?”

“Yeah,” he answered.  “Yes to all that.”

“And maybe stay?”  You looked at him hopefully, not wanting to ask for too much too soon.

He could see the gears turning and knew what you were worried about.  “I want to stay,” he replied, kissing your temple.  “I don’t want to ever let you go.”

He cleaned you both up, holding you close under the shower water and gently caressing your back.  Sleeping together, really sleeping together in the same bed, felt so right.  You held on to each other, finding comfort in being together.

The next morning, you woke to see Wolffe still sleeping, spooning you with an arm around your chest, holding you close.  You kept your promise to Sinker and sent him a comm message.

“Thank you for the wonderful evening, Sinker.  You should know I’m still in love with Wolffe and it turns out he’s also in love with me.”

You put your comm down and interlaced your fingers with Wolffe’s.  He smiled, just starting to wake up, and inhaled deeply.  It would be the first of many mornings dozing in each other’s arms.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone

[sonorousabyss]

Yo can I get uhhhhhhhhhh a Star Wars mlm pairing?

I’m a Taurus and I’m a demiromantic bisexual man. And I’m an INTP.

I’m 5’5 but always wear boots to make me taller. I have short fluffy black hair that always falls in my face. I’ve never gotten a straight answer for what my eye color is but a lot of people have said they look yellow and I take that as a compliment (and not a sign of liver failure). I have random freckles, moles, and lots of scars on my hands specifically because i tend to be a little reckless with using my bare hands. I also have an RBF. My voice is on the deeper side and usually stays monotone. When I’m real passionate my southern accent does come out though.

I usually have a punk style but it can tend to fade into flannel and old jeans when I’m feeling lazier. I listen to music religiously and all the time, I listen to basically any music. I don’t have a favorite color but I primarily wear black or duller colors.

I have anxiety but that just makes me quiet and look mean. I am always down to fight someone but I will try to be reasonable first. I’m pretty sarcastic and my humor can be either harsh or really stupid. I think Deadpool is hilarious if that tells you anything abt my humor. I love horror and costume making. I also love technology, art, nature, and space. I draw a lot and play electric guitar. I also love filmmaking/editing and writing. I’ve been told I don’t show enough emotion or I have a lack of empathy but I think it’s just my RBF and that I process things slowly. Most of my friends refer to me as the “fucked up cool uncle” bcc I’m really chill.

Sorry if this is rlly long! I threw in whatever you might need! Ty too man ur work is great

AN: No worries! In fact, this was more than plenty! Hope you enjoy the Rex matchup.

Mildly intimidating, quiet, but with a messed up sense of humor? You're absolutely one of the 501st's favorites to work with once you get to know each other.

When you met Rex, the relationship would have been strictly professional- at least in the field, considering that both of you had a rather professional disposition, and were fairly task-oriented.

Your yellowed eyes would have rung alarm bells, at first. Especially if you were a force user; just about every Sith apprentice or lord they went against while serving in the 501st was yellow-eyed, but that wariness would have been quickly dissuaded with some basic explanations and practical experience with him side-by-side on the battlefield.

Despite any initial wariness or concern, your presence wouldn't have halted their banter with each other in the slightest; Rex and his boys have had a long-lasting relationship full of chaos, a true brotherhood. Anyone who thinks that they'd stop messing with each other whenever they could get a jab in just because someone who comes off stiff is in the vicinity is deluded.

He and the boys in white may have toned it down at the start, sure, keeping it to when you weren't around, but they wouldn't have cut it off entirely. Something would slip around you now and again, usually when things were a tad more lax, and the boys weren't actively engaged in combat.

This became progressively more true the longer you got to know they boys, and the more they got a feel for your personality.

Then one day, someone cracked a joke while you were around Rex to test the waters, and you jumped in without hesitation. That's what sold it for them.

The second they knew you would play along, it was full-send. They messed with you just as much as you did them, and it was great.

Rex and the rest of the 501st would gradually begin to clue you in on their banter, seeing if you'd bite, and getting a kick out of it when you were the first to initiate.

Given your 'fucked up cool uncle' demeanor, odds are you'd have ended up reeling in the boys a bit at times without being asked, while still being cool about it, and Rex would have appreciated the help. Especially since he's a captain for a large part of the war. Being able to be more casual with his brothers and not have to be on their tails was nice.

The man needed the help. Believe me.

Regarding your appearance, Rex would have been largely curious about your scarred hands, ever since he first met you- much like the rest of the 501st- but he would have staved off asking about them until you got closer.

When he does finally cave to the curiosity, he would have been extremely respectful about how he asked. He and his brothers got scars all the time, some small some large, and not all of them had pleasant memories after all.

The face he made when he found out that it was just because you were positively reckless when doing menial tasks and such with your hands was palpable, and priceless.

He never looked at you handling a blaster the same. Any time you mishandle one on or off the field you're in for a concerned, yet playful lecture. That lecture would get progressively more brash depending on how stupid what you were doing was- and force forbid you injured yourself.

Have no doubts that Rex will be the one to bandage your hands if/when Jessie isn't around, even if being the medic isn't his thing.

That said, speaking of being on the field? Nothing was going to stop Rex and you from having an ongoing contest every time you were deployed together.

Clanker counts are an absolute must, and you best bet he's stolen a kill from you and flashed you a positively vile smirk before resuming his work.

Heaven forbid you steal one of his kills. The first time you did, his expression of mock offense was picture-worthy.

It gets so competitive that you both start making bets, like 'loser has to buy the other a drink back at 79's' or 'loser has to clean the barracks'. Silly stuff like that.

Eventually, some of the boys get on it too, betting credits and spare rations amongst themselves on who they think is going to get the highest kill count of the both of you.

Some of the boys make it a mission to compete with you all, beyond the betting, in an attempt to win this cheeky little game of yours. One can imagine exactly how that goes.

Capture the blasters. Enough said.

In terms of other things that one can catch the Captain red-handed in? There's a few.

Rex finds a great deal of amusement in making you get worked up/excited over little things, with the sole intent of having your southern twang come out because he finds it cute.

Furthermore, he finds your style rather intriguing and thinks that the general punk aesthetic suits you, even if it's not something he'd usually go for, given that he's so used to the uniform regulations he and the clones generally have to conform to.

He finds extra amusement in the boots you wear and doesn't miss the opportunity to make a playful jab at how they made you look taller. And how short you are without them.

Has tried to convince you to wear more blue in your punk attire strictly because it'd match his and the boy's paint of the 501st, when you're out and about.

Rex secretly enjoys looming about whenever you're engaging in any of your creative hobbies, just to see what you're doing. Mostly so he can give you shit for it, affectionately.

Sometimes he'll tease or make quips about it. If it's anything involving knives, needles, etc- you know he's about because he doesn't want you to add to your scar collection.

Double-checks that you understood the information he gives you properly, because knowing damn well that you process things slowly sometimes. Sometimes triple if safety is concerned.

He's your menace.

At least you know the menace is mutual.

AN: I'll be honest, I forgot how long this was sitting here waiting for editing while I had all my drafts up, but I'm glad I got to finish it- even if it was on the shorter side. Sorry for the delay.

As always, May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep. For those of you who are new around here? I take requests. You can find my general rules here. For Matchups specifically? You can find those rules here.

[theromanticjedi]

Warm

Yes, I am hyperfocased on Rex right now. Yes I am still taking requests. Yed this is incredibly self indulgent.

Rex x Gn reader

**Summary: you wake up before Rex and decide to spend some time enjoying the softness before the reminders of war seep in.**

Its early, far earlier that you feel nessasary to be awake; but as you roll out of bed careful not to wake your sleeping lover you make your way to the refresher to carry out your morning routine. When you've finnished you walk back out to your room. Rex is still sleeping and the sun has started to climp over the buildings that cover the skyline. Pushing away the sun curtian and opening the window your supprised to feel how warm the planet air is, especially for January. You take a moment to breathe in the air, void of much sound or many people. Turning over you see Rex still curled up compleatly aunaware that he is missing such a calm moment, but you suppose he is having one of thoes for himself. You climb back into bed and find something to quietly ocupy yourself as you sit with your lover, the warm sunlight shining onto the floor of your appartment, the wind that sounds almost like thunder as its blown between building, the soft breathing from Rex as he pulls you closer. You tresure moments like this, moments when it's just you and him. Moments without fighting, or greif, or hate. Moments when you're just two beings in love. Your mind starts to wander but when you hear Rex stirring you're pulled from it. "Morning." You whisper. He grumbles and rasps "Morin'." You smile and look out the window. He notices your gaze and sits up. "Somethin wrong?" Hes voice is low and scratchy from sleep but it still seeps with that honey sweet tone. "No. Its just warm." He look out the window and kisses your cheek "Yeah?" You smile. "Yeah."

[oceansssblue]

Hi I’ve never done a request before, but your writing is really good.

Can you do prompt 7 Snow fight, that becomes ABO smut. Both super chaste, but finally become carnally desperate for each other now that they’re alone. They mark each other.

Alpha Rex, Omega YN.

Sure thing love! I'm honoured to write your first request 🥰 I don't use YN though, so i'll just go for neutral reader instead. Hope that's ok!

Here's a fluffy and spicy ABO Xmas oneshot for you! It took me ages to write so I hope you like it haha.

Xx, Blue.

"HOT AND COLD" – REX / GN READER 🔥💖

WARNINGS: ABO AU, alpha/omega dynamics, sex scene, breeding kink, knotting and marking and other general omegaverse things.

Life Day couldn't have caught the 501st in a better place. They had just finished a relief mision on Xerak; and stopped to refuel in Asaca IV in their way back to Coruscant. Seeing as they weren't going to be in time to spend Life Day in the Capital –much to Anakin's chagrin–, the General had decided to make a night-stop at Asaca. And he might have been dissapointed for not being able to share the festivities with a certain senator; but the 501st were ecstatic to enjoy some free time in the icy planet –a very appropiate scenery for the circumstances–.

The young Jedi had retired for the afternoon –perhaps in an attempt to catch Padme on a quick holo-call at least–; and Rex had given his men leeway as well. After an exhausting one-week long mision –with surprisingly minimal casualties–, everyone deserved to rest.

Torrent hadn't wanted to miss the oportunity, though; and after a quick nap in the cruiser, they had all but ran down the ramp to have their share of fun in the snow. With the purpose of playing a little snowfight, Rex had been recluted as well; assigned to be one of the team's captain –it couldn't have been any other way– while the Domino's took charge of the other. Some of the natborns –medics, intelligence officers, maintenance staff, etc.– had asked to join them; and that had been the tragic end for Rex's focus, for you had decided to participate as well.

Out in the battlefield, the captain had no problem on shutting his desires down and pushing his –possesive– dangerous thoughts away. You were tucked away in the safety of the cruiser, after all, carefully analysing the 501st's advances and quickly finding out alternatives to their course of action and any other problem that may had arrised with the rest of Intelligence; but here, here... Rex couldn't help but be atuned to every single thing about you. Each innocent movement, each twitch of your facial expresion. How excruciatingly sweet you smelled even with a dose of scent blockers carefully coating a protective layer over your neck glands. He wanted you so – bad.

It was unfair, really, how unbeliavably pretty you looked in your winter uniform; a basic military set shouldn't have looked that good on anyone. He was used to seing you in dark green –not that you weren't hot in that either–; but the nats snow uniform was a combination of white's and blue's, and it was such a similar palette to the 501st's colours that something inside of him rumbled in passionate aproval. You weren't just cute, though; for all you looked innocent and naive with your cheeks and nose flushed pink from the cold, Rex knew the truth was very different. He had been able to watch how your mind worked in more than one tactical meeting; and kark, wasn't intelligence sexy. There was no doubt why you were Admiral Yularen's second hand –even if you were younger than most–.

Some part of Rex wished you had joined his team; but the other one rejoiced at the oportunity to see you fight. To feel that quiet fire directed at him. You were an omega, yes; but you weren't fearful nor meek, and he loved that about you. It couldn't be easy to be constantly surrounded by a majority of alphas and their often contradicting and agressive feromones; and yet you handled it stoically and beautifully.

Perhaps Rex was too excited for a simple friendly snowfight –he chuckled at the thought, dodging Jesse's snowball and laughing his ass off when Hardcase answered with one that hit him straight in the nose–; but he couldn't help it. He had felt attracted to you –liked you, and dare he even say that other big, scary words too – for far too long now; since that time when you had politely brushed his strategical idea aside and offered a better option for an incursion. Rex had observed you in surprise –you were new in the cruiser back then, and he had never heard you intervene before–; and when Admiral Yularen had agreed with you and you had shot him a sheepish, warm smile, Rex knew he was done for.

In the present time, you take revenge for Jesse; throwing a quick succesion of snowballs at Hardcase until you eventually manage to get him. Instead of showing any anger or irritation, though, his vod laughs and pushes a thumb up in the air for you. You shoot the trooper a proud smile, and Rex shakes his head in fond amusement observing the two of you.

Fifteen minutes later, the captain is proud to say he is soldiering through the little snowfight untouched. It's not that his reflexes are nothing special –though they're obviously as good as any other soldier's–; it's just that his men fortunately don't have the same aim with snowballs than with their blasters. Torrent doesn't quite like that, though; so the game shifts and somehow ends up focused around him. The Domino's team new objective is to take a hit at Rex; while the captain's own team double their efforts to protect him. It's kind of ridiculous, and Rex doesn't really want to be the center of attention in this game –as well–; but everyone seems to be laughing and having fun, so he chuckles and let them be.

His team is doing a good job protecting him –hell, Hardcase had even tackled him to save him from a snowball– until you take all of Rex's attention again. Perhaps frustrated at your team's failure, you abandon the improvised barricade the troopers had managed to put together; crawling out of safety and sprinting towards the captain, snowball clutched in hand. Rex eyebrows shoot upwards, instantly worried. This is just a game, yeah, but what the hell are you doing, exposing yourself like that?

This time, his brothers hold no sympathy. Someone points out at you with a warning shout, and the inmediate succesion of snowballs thrown at your way almost makes Rex flinch.

It's impossible for you to dodge all of them. One impacts right against your knee –perhaps with too much strength, he might need to have a chat with his vods about that later–; and it buckles, making you fall and crash against the snow unceremoniously with a pained groan. Rex is helpless to watch as you hit the back of your head in the fall; and he's already half-way towards you before he has even realised it himself.

The game stops, and silence lays heavyly between the two teams; everyone hesitantly worried about you still sprawled in the snow, not attempting to move even if to ask for the fight to stop. Rex can feel his heart trying to beat it's way out of his chest. He drops to his knees besides you, gold brown eyes flickering over every inch of your face; scent unconsciously proyecting fear and worry.

"Mesh'la, are you okay?" He tries not to pannick in front of everyone, but your eyes are closed, and...

You suddenly lurch forward, tackling his towering form to the side and quickly smearing snow on his shocked face with one hand while the other pushes his chest against the ground. You grin widely, proudly sitting on too of him; and Rex is so fucking relieved to see that you're okay that he can't help but join the laughter around him.

You laugh as well, both hands now clutching his chest plate; and Rex takes his revenge rolling the two of you around and trapping you against the snow. You squeal while trying to dodge his hand, the corner of your eyes wrinkling with happiness; but your strength is nothing compared to his, and he manages to smear a big chunk of snow over your face and neck too.

"That was a dirty move" he points out, lips turned up into a little smile.

You grin up at him, relaxing under his body and accepting your fate. You kind of deserve it.

"War is not won without some of those, dear Captain" you sing-song. "You should know".

Rex rolls his eyes –face still amused– and finally pushes his body away from yours, standing up and offering a hand to you. Panting slightly from the snowfight effort, you gladly accept it and pull yourself up to your feet; shooting a smile at him.

You try not to dwell on how good he had felt on top of you. How his body was the perfect size to make you feel small and vulnerable underneath him; how warm he felt even with his armour on, how deliciously heavy. How pleasure had zig-zaged through your legs and spine towards your crotch under the attention of his golden gaze and his overpowering relieved, happy warm scent. Masculine. Strong. Gentle. Safe. Alpha.

Yes, you try not to think about it. And fail.

Rex calls the game off –ignoring Fives' proud "that's our win for sure!"– and everyone makes their way back to the cruiser, chatting happily in little groups and joking around, spirits lifted and in a good mood. He walks by your side, a bit distracted thinking on how fucking sweet you smelled, how right it had felt to have you underneath him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. He tries to push that aside and act normal. This is not the time to get hard and indulge in his fantasies. He can do that later; when he's good to grasp his cock in his hand and stroke himself over the edge.

They've barely made it into the main hall when another trooper comments distractedly "mm, smells good in here"; and Rex answers with an involuntary warning growl. The brothers in their inmediate vecinity stop in their tracks, turning towards him in surprise. There has never been a doubt of Rex being an alpha; but he had always managed to control his instincts better than most. For him to react like that... Well, it's certainly unusual.

You push the palm of your hand against the side of your neck, alarmed for both the trooper's comment and Rex's growl –and fuck, didn't that make you wet–; cursing at not feeling the semi-sticky texture of your scent-blocker on top of it. No wonder the clones were able to smell you...

"Officer..." Kix carefully takes a step closer to you, eyeing Rex's dangerous eyes cautiously. "Forgive me for being blunt and intrusive, but if you are in pre-heat I'd sugest for you to go back to your quarters and take a rest".

Get the fuck out of here where there are all but alphas around you, is what you hear, and you nod while blushing in embarassment.

"Y-yeah, I'll do that" you don't bother to correct his statement, not wanting to publicly humiliate yourself any further. "Thank you for your concern, Kix".

The medic nods politely, and Rex inmediately squares up his shoulders next to you.

"I'll walk you to your room" he offers, though his voice holds more finality than anything.

Kix frowns –perhaps worried about your safety– but you give the Captain a short nod and the two of you quietly make your way to your private room.

Stopping outside of your door, Rex clenches his fists and and tries not to let his thoughts linger on the knowledge of you being in pre-heat and all the wonderfull ways he could help you through it. The picture of you suffering in silence, fighting the pain and ache writhing in your bunk, your nest empty and never feeling more vulnerable and lonely that then and there, makes the clone's heart break. He wants to be with you. He wants to tell you how good you had built their nest; make you cum in his tongue until the pain melts away and fuck you in a place where, even if just momentarily, you could both call home.

But he's nothing but a diligent soldier; too polite and respectfull to ask that from you. Too afraid of offending you. Of not being able to see your warm smile directed at him any longer; even if he's only able to enjoy it from a certain distance now. He'd still chose that over nothing at all.

And so Rex swallows every desire –every wish– down and gives you a short nod.

"Take it easy, ma'am" he manages to sound firm and formal. "I'll inform Admiral Yularen that you'll be out of service for a few days for you".

Rex turns around to let you be, struggling to push his instincts aside for much longer; and pannick swells inside of you.

"No!" You impulsively snatch his wrist to stop him, eyes nervously flickering around while you confess in an embarassed whisper. "I'm not... I'm not in pre-heat".

Rex faces you in utter confusion; silently analysing your worried expresion. He breathes your scent in; closing his eyes momentarily and battleling himself. You certainly smell like it. What are you on about?

"But you..." he clears his throat, a small tick in his jaw miraculously being the only external sign of how hard it is to resist to you. "Forgive me, but you certainly smell like it?"

Your cheeks feel on fire. Oh, it is so incredibly embarassing for the reason of your burning desire to point this out out loud to you. You kind of want the floor to swallow you.

You slowly release your hold on him and try to give him a vague explanation.

"It's the snow. You smeared it on my skin and it has washed away the scent blockers, I believe".

Rex frowns.

"That explains why we're able to smell you, but it still..." he hesitates, knowing this is a far from innapropiate conversation to have with anyone, really, and certainly not with you. "That trooper could notice it from meters away with his bucket on. Are you sure your heat isn't around the corner?"

"It's you" you blurt, throwing all caution away.

He's too intelligent to know there's something else going on. And you're out of excuses. Tired of hiding the permanent attraction you have for this handsome, brave man in front of you. The only alpha you've come across that has really made you feel week in the knees. That you'd want to bond with.

"Me?" Rex asks, stunned, unconciously taking a step forward and crowding you against the metal door.

You feel a rush of warmth flowing through you.

"Yes" you swallow your nervousness down, tilting your chin up slightly to look up at him. "You turn me on as quick as a lightsaber ignition whenever you get close to me. And when you holded me under your body out there..."

You pause and confess.

"Captain, this is my body's usual reaction to you, really. You all just haven't noticed because I'm usually quick to hide it under another layer of blockers".

Rex shudders. This is all he has ever asked for. This is the only thing he had ever wanted for himself, the only selfish thing the clone wanted to keep and have in a life of servitude protecting others. Hearing those words coming out of your mouth... Fuck, Rex has never listened to something more beautiful.

"So you want me?" He passionately asks, carefully observing your reaction while he gives in and gently presses you against the door, his body covering yours. "You're telling me that if I wanted to carve myself a place deep inside of you, you'll let me?"

Rex holds your face in his palms, caressing both cheeks with his thumbs reverently, his eyes filled with raw desire and need. His closeness –his words– makes you dizzy with your own. Your breathing grows heavier and your heart speeds up inside your chest.

You can feel the captain's warm breath over your parted lips; almost whispering to you.

"That I could knot you, if I wanted to, right now?"

The image sends a gush of wetness between your legs; and your whole resolve breaks down with the question –the petition, the offer–, an involuntary whimper escaping your throat while you all but impatiently scratch your nails in his shoulder plates.

With just a few words, he has turned you from a controlled, picture-perfect officer to a mess of desire and want.

"Yes" you almost pant. "Yes, fuck, Captain, please".

Rec groans; closing his eyes shut for a few seconds, controlling himself for not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here and there, out in the corridor where everyone can see you, and tenderly presses his forehead against yours.

One hand goes down to clutch at your squirmy waist. With his other, he thumbs your lower lip.

"If we're going to do this, I don't want titles in here" he finally breathes out, pulling back just enough to lock his eyes on yours. Then, he sort of promises "If you're going to moan something, it's going to be my name".

He searches for an answer in your face; and you inmediately nod wide-eyed, impossibly turned on and excited. You want him to rail you. You want to ravage him.

"Yes, Capt... Yes, Rex".

The way you say his name, so lovingly, so reverent...

Rex slams his hand on the door lock, and gestures you inside with a small, almost defiant tilt of his head.

"Come here, then".

You're not exactly shy –you are confident and sharp most of the time–, but finding yourself completely naked in front of the most handsome man you've ever layed eyes upon, no matter how turned on you are, is not an easy task. You're okay with how you look, with your body; but he's... Outerwordly. His bronze skin, golden brown eyes, trained muscles and strong jaw, war and tenderness mixed in every inch of his body... You bite down onto your bottom lip nervously.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" He asks, noticing your hesitance, knees spread from where he's sitting in the edge of your bed –from where he had watched you undress–, naked as well.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other; goosebumps over your skin.

"Not exactly" you answer quietly, shooting him a tiny smile, not really able to explain to him what you're feeling. "Just... Vulnerable".

Rex smiles too; and it's the softest, warmest thing you've had the chance to see on him.

"Fantasy and reality can be quite different. No matter if you've desired this as much as I've done, it's nothing but normal to be a little nervous. Perhaps even scared" he makes a small pause, and after his eyes flicker over every inch of your face, adds just as firmly as he commands in battle. "But I can promiss you are safe with me. I will never disrespect you or treat you unconsiderably. I will listen to you and cherish you just like you deserve".

Warmth blossoms inside your heart. Your eyes blurr. You had thought that Rex only wanted to have fun with you, to enjoy casual, meaningless sex –no matter how good it felt–; but now, after those lovely words and the way he is looking at you, you think that perhaps he wants something else. Something more.

"Come here" he asks again, this time offering his hand to you. "I think you'll feel better skin to skin instead of standing this far away and feeling scrutinized".

You pad forward, and accept his hand with a gentle squeeze. Rex tugs you towards him; and you slowly move to sit down on his lap, his arms inmediately wrapping around your waist.

"You are so beautiful" he murmurs, looking up at you as if he's nothing but enthraced and enamoured with you. "Mesh'la".

You can't help yourself; and you dip down to catch his lips with yours in a quick, heartfelt kiss. I love you, your soul whispers.

Rex hums in delight and answers back with the same passion, deepening the kiss into something sweeter and slower. I love you, he thinks in the safe barriers of his mind.

His warm hands softly travel through your body in a gentle caress; up and down your back, playing with your sides, then slowly dipping forward to brush against a nipple.

You moan quietly in response, growing restless, unconciously starting to move on top of him. Your hands are clasped behind his neck, lips parted in a pleased expresion. You feel sort of powerful, with this strong man patiently sitting under you.

"That's right, beautiful" he hums as he watches you, cheeks starting to flush naturally. "Just enjoy yourself, have your fun on top of me".

His hands tighten on either side of your hips; encouraging you to find more desperate friction against him.

You whimper, feeling his hard cock twitch underneath you; growing more wet as seconds tics by. When you're almost shaking with need and look up at Rex with a clear request on your eyes, he nuzzles his nose against the side of your cheek and asks "Put me inside of you, baby".

You are quick to comply; holding his throbbing cock with one hand while taking a firm hold on his shoulder with the other. Rex stabilises you while you sit down on him; sinking down on his thick, hard cock with a long drawled moan. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling; on how good he stretches you and how wonderfull it feels to being filled by him. Full. Your alpha, deep inside of you.

You hum in pleasure,resting your forehead against him; and Rex caresses the sides of your hips tenderly.

"You feel so fucking good, mesh'la" he mumbles, voice hoarse, memorising this moment to come back to it whenever he wants. "So warm and tight".

You kiss him, unable to word your feelings out loud –all coherent thoughts have seemed to dissapeared from your mind, too struck at how good he feels– and slowly start to move your hips in little circles and forward and back on top of him.

Rex groans and holds you tigther against him; half-hugging you to his chest while you take your time riding him. It's... So much. The way his thick cock slides in and out of you is delicious; how you fit around him like a glove. His warm body pressed to yours, the way his hands cling to you, his breath stuttering against your skin... It's what you had wanted and more.

Rex progressively losses himself in you. You look gorgeous on top of him, moaning and whimpering softly and sinking your nails on his shoulders; divided by wanting to hug him closer or fuck yourself faster on his cock. He watches how your face shifts with pleasure and concentration, how your lips part open in a silent gasp. Your scent is floating around him –hot, satiesfied, needy, happy omega–; and he moans, breathing it all in.

The alpha in him growls, pleased with your beautiful compliance but aching to have you underneath him, to being able to properly give you his cock –pump you full, breed you, mark...–; and Rex pants and quickly moves the two of you around. You end up laying on the bed with a quiet gasp; the man inmediately adjusting on top of you and pushing his cock inside of you again.

Your face shifts from surprise to pleasure once more; and you accept him, spreading your legs wider, with a broken moan. Rex answers with a low rumble that pleases your omega in all the right ways and holds the back of your lower thighs with his hands, pushing up under your knees. It folds you further into yourself; allowing him to fuck you deeper, and you can't help but whimper at how good he's doing you. His thrusts are rough and deep, almost punishing you with his strength; but also slow and passionate, personal.

Your gazes lock and you feel so many different things you don't even have the time to sort it through right now. You clench on him, and Rex groans, eyes fluttering shut, fingers digging into your thighs.

He feels his mind growing dizzy; every rational thought blurring together and mixing with his deepest desires. He speeds up, sinking his cock in your wetness and panting from the pleasure and effort; proud at the little gasps, moans and whimpers you answer him with.

Omega. Happy. Omega. Safe. Omega. Needy. Omega. Hot. Omega. Breed. Omega. Love. Omega. Mine. Omega. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The words resonate in his head; and Rex is not completely aware of him echoing them out loud.

"Mine. Mine. Forever. Breed you with my pups. Ours" he's mumbling in a trance. "Omega. Sweet, fierce Omega. Mine, mine, mine".

You feel more wetness gathering inside of you for Rex to coat his cock in; impossibly turned on by the words escaping from his lips. You can tell his alpha's side is getting the best of him; and fuck, aren't you karking glad. You've dreamt about this. About him fucking you, breeding you, claiming you.

Your omega side cries in need and happiness. You're drunk in his pleased, proud, possesive masculine scent.

"Please, please, please..."

You push your head back, arching in the bed and offering him your neck; and Rex moans loudly and dips down to take a long lick on your offered scent glands, swollen and tingly.

You whine, clenching on him; and he mumbles more of his dirty thoughts, mind floating in your sweet scent. In the way you had offered it to him.

"Bite you... Wanna' bite you..." he whispers hoarsely, face hiding in your neck while he continues moving. "Sink my teeth in here and hold you in place while I push my warm cum inside of you..."

"Please, alpha" you finally resort to beg. "Mark me, bite me. Please, Rex".

The clones' hips stutter; the words coming from your lips surely nothing but a fantasy, a spur on the moment thing. But he searches for the truth in your eyes; and in those wide, loving, hopeful eyes, he understands it's nothing but your true wish. Your true desire.

"You want us to bond?" He still manages to ask, nuzzling his nose under your chin affectionately.

"Yes, Rex, please" you caress his sweaty cheek with one hand, eyes blurring with happy tears. "I want you to be my alpha. Just you. Please, Rex, please..."

Rex shuts his eyes, his thrusts growing uncoordinated as his end gets closer.

"My fucking little omega, all mine, mine, mine..." he chants, his hips snapping against yours, the beginning of a knot tugging at your hole. "Gonna' mark you, breed you, knot you..."

You moan and offer your neck to him again, clenching impossibly tighter around him. He whines, and you know he's just as close to cumming as you are.

You cup his face between your hands, and beg him once more, conffident and sure.

"Please, Rex".

And Rex moans, tugs your hair back with one hand and sinks his teeth into your neck, bitting deeply right on your scent glands.

A rush of warmth and pure electrical pleasure zaps through your veins; the bond taking place and tying your hearts together, a mated alpha/omega pair.

Your walls squeeze Rex's cock; and you cum with a cry, the feeling multiplied by his knot growing inside of you. He whines and releases your neck, panting harshly. His hips stutter, and after a few more unstable thrusts he's cuming deep inside of you, filling you with a big load of warm cum. You enjoy every single drop of it; sighing in happiness and relief and swimming in ecstasy at the fresh bite mark on your neck. You can't even focus on the blood or the pain; it's nothing compared to do knowledge of finally being his.

Rex drops his body weight on top of you; a happy, exhausted sigh escaping his lips while he rests his head on your chest. His scent is excited and cheerfull, pleased and overwhelmed; tender and relieved. A hint of guiltiness.

Ignoring how exhausted you are –you're going to need a pair of hours to recover from this–, you move your arms and hug him to your body; legs wrapping around his hips as well so it's easier to not hurt any of you with his knot is still inside of you. You caress his back affectionately, letting him know you're still sure of yourself know that the sex is over and that there's nothing to regret.

Rex pulls his head back slowly and carefully and nuzzles his nose against yours.

"I love you. You were perfect, thank you, I love you".

It's clear his head is still a little fuzzy –as is yours–; and you shoot him a pleased, tired smile, drawing little caresses on his naked back.

"Love you too" you mumble, pecking him softly. "Strong, perfect alpha".

Rex rumbles low in his throat, pleased; and he pushes your chin up with a hand, making space so that he can tend to your wound. He licks slowly and carefully. It sends after-sparks to your toes, and you squirm unconsciously.

Rex grins.

"Perfect little omega. Mine, mine, mine. Finally mine".

THE END.

This is not checked for errors –i'm posting this at 2am as soon as I've finished it– so forgive my mistakes!

On another note, I just wanted to let you readers know about my closest future proyects:

– I'm currently working in a Tech!mer request (the second part to the 100celeb oneshot I already wrote and published for him), and it will be posted next.

– After that, I'll continue writing the Demon!echo fanfic, which I'm very excited for.

– And after THAT, I'll be finally reopening any free ideas requests. Remember you can always check if I'm requesting or not in the announcement in my main masterlist.

happy new year and take care! Xx, Blue.

[coffeeandbatboys]

Coffee’s 270 follower celebration!

This one is for all of my clone wars and tbb friends out there! I can’t guarantee that your favorite character will be on the list but they’re the ones I write best for.

Characters: Rex, Echo (tbb and tcw), Fives, Kix, Wolffe, Fox, Howzer, Mayday, and Jesse (all will be x reader)

What I won’t write: NSFW, x Male reader, anything that feels uncomfy.

All of these will be fluff and have a happy ending. There may be a smidge of angst or hurt/comfort but these are feel good fics.

How it works: send me a character, a number between 1 and 10, and one of these three emojis: 😜🥰🥹. Each one corresponds to a list of prompts that I have stashed a way in a secret compartment somewhere 👀! The number will help me choose a specific prompt and write your fic.

Open through Saturday March 30th!

Tagging @arcsimper5 @freesia-writes @techs-stitches @saggitary @clonethirstingisreal @sunshinesdaydream @askyourfox @bamfahsoka @snarkyfina @hshfsjzjsgj who might be interested

[yoitsjay]

Random Hazard HC's (oc HC's)

Characters: Clone Commander Hazard (oc)

Summary: random headcannons to help you understand Hazards character.

Warnings: kaminoans being bitches, cannon violence, clone wars battles and shit.

Word count: 816

A/n: hope this helps give yall some more backstory on Hazard. Devider made by @moomoog017

Hazards's Personality:

Hazard is a first generation clone.

He's been through a lot of shit, he's been in a lot of battles and he earned his title of Commander.

You don't become commander by being a pushover.

Hazard has a “No bullshit” Personality.

He's hard on his men but only because he wants them to be the very best.

Like an older brother with his younger siblings… which is true…

When Hazard was a shiny with no name, he was very light hearted, humorous.

The first battle of Geonosis broke him like it broke many other clones.

He had to see all his batch mates get slaughtered in front of his eyes.

After that he stopped fucking around. He always got the job done, lethally.

That's how Hazard earned his name.

Because when you see the flash of green and gold, you know you're already shit outta luck. You were dead the moment you did the bad thing.

So he was a hazard, he got the name from one of his brothers, who's long since been dead.

Then he met his general Iarni, who softened him up like butter.

Or he met you.

He was still a hard ass, quiet, stern, but he learned to crack jokes again. And then he really got wild when he let Iarni pierce his ears and eyebrow.

But because of his lethality, his battalion had the highest survival rate of all of them, because he trained his men to be just as lethal as he was.

Skin / body details.

When Hazard came out of the cloning tube's, and the Kaminoans saw him with vitiligo, and heterochromia, they almost killed him if Shaak Ti hadn't convinced them that they needed as many clones as possible.

So he survived out of the tube.

It didn't stop the kaminoans from bullying the shit out of him, or any other clone.

His vitiligo was unique. He had two large pale splotches on his face, one on his upper left cheek, ear and side of the head, which made his hair slightly blonde / white.

the other on his lower right jaw and neck.

However even though the kaminoans couldn't cut off his vitiligo, they did cut out his once blue eye on the right side, and replaced it with a cybernetic eye, which wasn't much better, but at least they could forget about one of his defects.

On his torso and chest it's an entirely different story.

From his shoulder to his lower waist and v line, in almost a stripe, he had a pattern of tiny circles and star shaped vitiligo splotches, which made it look like a galaxy of stars, which earned him his nickname from his general.

He also had a similar design on his back, though more scattered than the front.

Prominent scars:

Hazard doesn't have a lot of tiny scars, he tries his best to avoid blaster bolts or knife wounds the best he can. He has a cut here and there, scorch scars on his arms and a blaster bolt scar on his shoulder.

But his most prominent scar he got from one of his first missions after Geonosis.

The separatists had planted a bomb inside a senator's home on a planet he was stationed on, and he discovered it 15 minutes before he went off. He managed to evacuate everyone from the home as it exploded.

However it set off a second bomb outside, and shrapnel pierced his right side just under his ribs. The scar was huge, and he has a solid chunk of skin missing from his side, but he can still function.

He was out of the fight for a solid month though, but luckily enough for him, that's where he met Iarni, who took him under her wing and made him her commander.

Another scar he has is from the kaminoans when they cut out his eye. They gave him a vertical scar to make it look like he lost his eye on purpose, and nobody thought twice about it.

How is he as a lover?:

Hazard is inexperienced when it comes to love. Sure he flirted with the servers at 79’s, man or woman it didn't matter to him, but when it came to someone he actually enjoyed spending time with?

He had no clue what to do.

He had to ask Iarni for advice, because she was so chill. And she gave him some tips.

But he still had no idea what to do

His first kiss, cuddle, love in general wasn't you, sorry.

It was a beautiful pantoran woman who served as a medic in the 177th, and who ended up dying in his arms, rip.

So he kind of swore off love after that.

Until he met the reader probably.

But he's a little clumsy

Despite that he's very soft with his lover, unless they don't want him to be.

➺

Hazard tag:

[meshla-cyarika]

Sleazy politicians and sloppy make-outs

Pairing: Commander Fox x male!reader

Word count: 1,847

Tags/warnings: 18+ only! Smoking Star Wars weed, smut, handjobs.

Summary: Fox has had more than enough reasons to be pissed this week and coincidentally his mesh'la kyramud is finally back from his latest bounty.

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Fucking self-righteous politicians.

Fox stomps his way through the Coruscant streets, suddenly wishing he had brought his helmet to filter out the stench of exhaust fumes and who knows what. Even though he knows exactly what would happen to him if he loitered around the lower levels in full armour. Fox rearranges his jacket, which was yours at some point, and keeps his gaze glued to the floor while he marches on.

The Chancellor had arranged a banquet with all his sleazy rich friends, which obviously required the utmost security. They stuffed their faces with delicacies from around the galaxy, until Fox was sure they'd split at their grubby seams. They talked about the state of the galaxy, as if discussing the weather.

"A thousand civilians dead on Lothal from one terrorist bomb. Awful." "Better them than me."

The sound of the laughter made Fox want to clasp a hand around their necks and wait for the gasping giggles to finally cease and to observe the amusement fade from their eyes.

As the evening went on at a snail's pace, they just got drunker and drunker. By that point, they just became even more rowdy than before. The topic of the clones suddenly sprung up in their conversation and Fox prayed to whatever wretched God that's up there for them to not single him, or any of his men stationed in the room, out.

Thankfully, they were all too drunk to tell Fox and his vode apart from droids standing in the background. They had complained and complained and complained for every and any reason they could come up with about the clones fighting across the stars. As their jarring voices spoke "jokes" about leaving clones to rust after the war, Fox held his hands behind his back and dug his nails into his palms so harshly it felt like they ripped through his gloves.

Most clones would think otherwise, but Fox does care about his vode. Cares so much about them that he can't even remember how many brothers he's saved from decomissioning by smuggling them into the gaurd. Even though he has the title of Marshall Commander, Fox is powerless. He may aswell be a shiny. The only thing he can control is how much effort he can put into saving his vode and putting them above everything else. No matter the consequences he'll face.

It took a few days for Fox to calm down after the banquet. For once, paperwork became a welcoming distraction. That is until he became utterly swamped with demands for requisitions that they barely have any money left in their budget for.

"Where are you going?" Thorn had inquired, stood next to the holy grail that is the caf machine.

"Fresh air." Fox ironically said back.

His brothers have most definitely picked up on him leaving the Senate building for a peculiar amount of time, but they have never questioned it. When it comes to Fox, it's better not to question.

Fox runs a hand over his face, staring at the durasteel door infront of him. He punches in the access code and tries to ignore his disheveled appearance in the blurry reflection.

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Crash!

You've been watching a pair of squabbling Trandoshans for the past fifteen minutes from your tiny balcony. You let out a small laugh at the sight of one of them smashing his beer bottle on the other's head.

You're hunched over slightly, elbows resting on the metal railing and your right hand occasionally lifts up to bring the burning blunt to your lips.

Your recent quarry was not worth the payment and left you pissed and tired and bruised. You trecked through a swampy wasteland for two days, nearly got eaten by the wildlife and your quarry wasn't as stupid as you hoped. He, she, they, it, whatever it was, managed to land a few good hits.

Atleast when you slammed its decapitated head onto your client's desk, she paid you the agreed price and slid you a box.

"For your troubles." She cryptically said.

You scoffed when you opened it later on your ship and saw a neatly rolled blunt. By the time you slumped into your apartment, shed your armour and provided treatment for your bruises, you put the gift to good use. It's working. You feel numb enough to not feel any pain, but not enough to feel nothing entirely.

You hear the door chime and slide open from further within your apparent and you can't help but grin. Some days you can't help but laugh at the irony of the big bad Marshall Commander Fox falling for a bounty hunter like you. You can just imagine the flustered outrage on all those sleazy politicians' faces if they ever found out.

The glass door screeches open behind you and within seconds a pair of arms slide around your waist and a head of salt and pepper curls leans against your shoulder.

"Evening, officer." A swirl of smoke slips past your lips and you lean back agaisnt his chest, observing the Trandoshans yelling profanities at each other before finally going their separate ways.

Fox releases a heavy huff from behind you, before leaning back slightly as you look over your shoulder. This isn't the worst you've ever seen him, but he still looks rough. He doesn't seem to want you to analyse him for too long, so he presses his slightly chapped lips against your softer ones.

He lazily follows the movement of your lips and that's enough for you to know he's stuck in his own thoughts. You slowly pull away and he blinks his eyes open.

"What's wrong?" You furrow your brows.

Fox let's out another sigh, before saying; "sit with me?"

He lightly drags you over to the singular wooden chair on the balcony and pulls you onto his lap with you back to his chest. You use this moment of silence to take a long drag from your blunt, the embers at the other end glow a vibrant orange when you do so.

"What the hell are you smoking?" You hear the disgust in his voice and can't help but laugh.

"Spice." You reply in a duh tone. "The plant that it's made from is used in medicine, it's supposed to make you feel…floaty."

"Floaty." Fox echoes back, amusement evidence in his voice.

"That's what I said." You recline further into his embrace.

"Does it work?" His hands rest just underneath your undershirt.

"Find out." You raise your hand in offering.

He hesitantly plucks the blunt from your hand and you can imagine him inspecting it as if he's never seen such a thing. You see the glowing embers in the corner of your eyes, before hearing a deep exhale.

"Good?" The blunt is placed back between your fingertips.

"It tastes weird…"

"You don't smoke it for the taste, dingus." You roll your eyes and release a shriek when he pinches your hip.

"What…" his hands ruffle under your shirt, feeling the bacta patches along your torso, "what happened to you?"

"Same old story. Asshole bounty wasn't as stupid as I hoped." You leave it at that. "Besides, you're stalling. What's wrong?" You repeat your question from earlier.

"Nothing worth saying."

"Fox."

"Some of my men and I were tasked with providing security for Palpatine's freinds at a banquet. It was an unwelcome reminder at how society puts all the wrong people in power, let's leave it at that." Fox looks past you as he talks and looks off somewhere in the distance.

"What did they do?" Did they get you, or your men, involved in anything?

"They just talked some banthashit for an hour and a half." Fox replies, distantly. "Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. I came here to see you, not think about that." He suddenly snaps himself back to the present.

"Aw, you miss me?" You slightly turn in his arms, just enough to face him. "Or do you just miss a good fuck?" You hover your lips just over his.

"The best fuck of my life." He slots his mouth over yours. You reach a hand up to grip his soft curls and the groan you get in return is so delicious. A small surprised sound leaves your lips and Fox wastes no time to deepen the kiss, his hand rests on the slight bulge in your trousers after giving you a squeeze.

Fox's hand slivers up to your buckle and works to unbutton and unzip your trousers. You break away from the kiss that quickly turned sloppy for the requirement of oxygen.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one distracting you?" You lean your head back agaisnt his shoulder.

"You think seeing you moaning and writhing in pleasure while I do whatever I want to you isn't distracting?" His lips skim along your exposed neck. A chocked sound leaves your throat, when he finally clasps a dry hand around you and works it up and down your length.

"Been, hmm, thinking about you all week. Never thought I could think about someone so much." You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale when he twists his wrist around the head of your cock. "Can't even be satisfied when I jerk myself off anymore. You bastard." Fox can't help but laugh agaisnt your neck from where he's been marking his claim on you.

"Im only sorry that I can't be with you all the time, ner mesh'la kyramud. Can't sink my teeth into your jugular, or give you a helping hand when you need it the most." His lips trail from your neck to press agaisnt your ear. "Or fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week afterwards."

"Fuck, Fox!" You arch your back, feeling your body heat up as red as his armour. Arousal sinks down through your body and makes your cock throb in his hand. Fuck. You're not going to last long.

Fox traces the thick vein running down the under side of your cock and that's all it takes. You cum with a almost obnoxiously loud moan, streaks of cum coat his hand and your shirt. Fox kisses down your neck and over your cheeks as you come down from your high, feeling like jelly in his arms.

"Feeling even more floaty now?" Fox plucks the blunt from your fingertips and takes another drag. You only hum in response, settling further onto his lap and feel the bulge in his trousers.

"Don't get so cocky, Commander, you and I both know how much of a whore you can be aswell." You stand up and turn to face him. Fox tugs you forward with an arm around your waist. He runs the flat of his tongue along your abdomen, cleaning up the mess he made. "F-freak." You voice comes out too shaky for your liking.

"Your freak."

It's safe to say that Fox is willing to make up for lost time tonight and it's safe to say that one of you definitely won't be walking tomorrow.