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“Grizzer’s Choice”

Sergeant Hound x Reader

Coruscant’s upper levels were all steel and structure, but down here—beneath the polished platforms and Senate façades—was the Coruscant Guard’s territory. Order in chaos. The pulse of the city was felt more than seen, vibrating faintly under your boots as you stepped into the Guard kennel compound for the first time.

You took a slow breath. It smelled of durasteel, sanitizing agents, and wet fur.

Perfect.

You’d worked with animals your whole life. Big ones. Aggressive ones. Ones people gave up on, called dangerous or impossible. That’s how you landed the job—new mastiff handler for the Coruscant Guard’s prized unit.

A few troopers passed you with curious looks—some respectful, some dismissive. It wasn’t common for civilians to be embedded here. It was rarer still for one to be given a job involving him.

Grizzer.

The massiff lay in the shadowed corner of the compound, head lifted, ears twitching. His yellow eyes locked on you immediately.

The massiff was a fixture in Guard circles. A creature bred for control, raised on structure, trained in pain response and patrol aggression. He wasn’t a pet. He wasn’t a soldier, either. He was something in between—lethal and loyal, the way a war dog should be.

And he didn’t like anyone but his handler. The clone in crimson-striped armor waiting for you outside the kennels stood with arms folded, helmet clipped to his belt, posture sharp as a vibroblade.

“[Y/N]?” he asked, voice clipped.

“Yes, sir. Reporting for assignment.”

“Sergeant Hound,” he introduced. No small talk, no smile. “You’ll be assisting with behavioral oversight and training reinforcement for the precinct’s massiffs. That doesn’t mean taking liberties. You observe. You follow orders. You stay out of the way.”

Not exactly a welcome mat.

You nodded. “Understood.”

He turned on his heel and led you inside.

The kennels were quiet—clean, organized. The soft shuffle of claws on durasteel echoed from a side corridor. Grizzer was massive—thick-muscled, scarred, and alert. His hackles rose the moment his yellow eyes landed on you. His lip twitched in a soundless growl.

You kept your posture loose but grounded. Not threatening. Not submissive.

“Don’t speak,” Hound said quietly. “Just kneel. Hands visible.”

You obeyed without hesitation.

Grizzer approached—slow, ears rotating slightly. You didn’t reach out. You simply held your ground, steady, and let him scent the air between you.

Then, to Hound’s quiet surprise, Grizzer sat. Not completely relaxed. But watching you, calm.

Hound blinked.

“He doesn’t do that,” he muttered.

You finally glanced up. “He does now.””

⸻

Grizzer had taken to you faster than anyone expected. It was subtle—he didn’t become affectionate or eager—but he tolerated your touch, followed your directions, even mirrored your body language during patrol drills. The clone officers noticed. Fox himself dropped a comment during one of the rotation briefings.

“Grizzer’s got a new favorite,” he muttered as he passed you.

You caught Hound watching you more often now—sometimes in silence during shift changes, sometimes while adjusting Grizzer’s gear. Not hostile. Just… thoughtful. Assessing.

That night, while off-duty, you found yourself sitting on the edge of a service stairwell overlooking the lower hangar levels. A small moment of quiet between patrols.

Boots echoed behind you.

“You’re off duty,” Hound said, approaching. “You could be sleeping.”

You smirked without looking back. “You could be too.”

He stood beside you for a moment, then sat—grudgingly, like it offended him to admit he needed rest.

Silence lingered. But not heavy this time. Companionable.

“I’ve seen Grizzer bite men for less than standing too close to me,” he said eventually.

You turned to him, arching a brow. “Should I be worried?”

“No.” He paused. “That’s what’s strange.”

A beat passed.

“He trusts you,” Hound continued. “That’s not something I trained into him. That’s something he chose.”

You studied him—his scarred knuckles, the stiffness in his shoulders that never fully eased. A soldier first. A handler second. A man… somewhere beneath all of that.

“Then I guess he’s smarter than both of us,” you said softly.

Hound looked at you.

Not sharply. Not critically.

Just looked. And for the first time, you saw something tired in him. Not weak. Just worn down from too many deployments, too many arrests, too many shifting rules in a galaxy that didn’t make sense anymore.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “Or maybe he just sees what I’m too used to ignoring.”

You tilted your head. “What’s that?”

“You care. And you don’t ask for anything in return.”

Another pause. A flicker of something in his gaze.

“That’s rare in this job,” he added.

Grizzer padded over from the shadows and laid his heavy head on your lap, letting out a slow sigh.

Hound stared at the massiff, then at you again.

“I was wrong about you,” he said simply. “You’re not here to handle the animals.”

You raised a brow.

“You’re here to remind us we’re more than just uniforms.”

You didn’t respond.

Grizzer’s weight was comforting. His head rested on your lap, massive chest rising and falling in sync with your breathing. You absently scratched behind his coarse ears, your fingers finding the notch from some old skirmish or riot bite. Hound had gone quiet beside you, his elbows resting on his knees, head slightly bowed.

He was still wearing half his armor—greaves, chestplate, the red markings catching the glow from the hangar lights below. He looked tired. But not worn down. Just quiet.

The kind of quiet soldiers earned, not feared.

“You always this silent off-duty?” you asked gently.

Hound exhaled a faint laugh—just enough breath to make it real. “Only when I’m trying not to ruin something.”

You turned toward him slightly. “Ruin what?”

He met your gaze. And something about it—about the lack of armor in his eyes—made the silence between you shift. He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, his hand lifted—callused and gloved—almost as if to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. But he stopped, fingers hovering just near your cheek.

“I’m not good at this,” he said quietly.

You swallowed. “You don’t have to be.”

A breath passed.

He leaned in—barely. The kind of lean that spoke of hesitation, of a soldier measuring risk, calculating damage, even here. Even now.

And you leaned in, too.

It wasn’t a kiss. Not yet. But the space between you narrowed to a thread, the kind you didn’t want to break. His eyes flicked to your mouth, then back up.

Then—

“Sergeant.”

The voice cracked the moment apart like a blaster round through glass.

Both of you jerked slightly apart, tension resetting in your shoulders. Grizzer lifted his head from your lap, a low rumble forming deep in his throat.

Commander Fox stood at the top of the stairwell, arms folded, expression unreadable. His helmet was clipped to his belt, and his voice was flat.

“We’re short a patrol on Sector C-14. I need you on rotation, now.”

Hound’s jaw clenched, but he nodded once, efficient and emotionless.

“Copy that.”

Fox’s gaze slid to you, then to Grizzer—who was now fully on his feet, hackles half-raised, eyes locked on the Commander like he was prey. A low growl echoed across the steel.

“Call off your mutt,” Fox said sharply.

“He’s not a mutt,” you said before thinking, standing slowly and resting a hand on Grizzer’s flank. “He just doesn’t like people who interrupt.”

Fox’s brow twitched. Hound gave you the faintest side-glance—half warning, half impressed.

“See that he’s leashed and off the hangar levels by 2200,” Fox added, then turned and walked off without another word.

Silence returned, but it wasn’t the same.

Hound rose to his feet beside you. Grizzer stayed close to your leg, still staring toward the stairwell.

You broke the quiet first. “Almost.”

He nodded, quiet.

“Yeah.”

Neither of you said it. You didn’t need to.

But as he stepped away, pausing just long enough for one last look, you caught the faintest flicker of something in his voice—something that sounded like hope.

“I’m on rotation ‘til 0300,” he said. “But I’ll be back.”

You nodded once, heart steady but loud. “I’ll wait.”

Grizzer huffed.

Hound gave the massiff a rare half-smile.

“Try not to bite Fox next time,” he muttered.

But even you could tell… he wasn’t entirely serious.

⸻

You were still awake.

The barracks were quiet. You’d been sitting on a folded crate just outside the kennel med bay, a stim-caf growing cold between your hands, eyes scanning the darkened corridor.

When the outer hatch hissed open, your breath caught.

Hound stepped through first—helmet on, armor dulled with soot and carbon scuffs. But it wasn’t him your eyes locked on.

It was Grizzer.

He limped in beside his handler, front right paw curled tight to avoid weight, blood drying in a jagged smear up his shoulder. His thick tail was low but not tucked—still alert, still proud, but hurting.

“Blaster graze,” Hound said as he approached, voice clipped, too calm.

You were already moving.

“I’m not a vet, but—bring him in. Now.”

Hound didn’t argue.

He followed you through the kennel’s side hall into the back medical stall—one of the few areas with proper light and clean storage drawers. You cleared the low bench, grabbing antiseptic, gauze, a med-spray from your locker.

Grizzer lay down without command, eyes tracking you but not fighting. You took that as trust.

You worked in silence. Gently shaving back the singed fur, dabbing the graze clean. It wasn’t deep, but it had burned skin—angry, red, raw.

You caught Hound’s hands twitching at his sides more than once.

“He’ll be okay,” you said softly. “No nerve damage. He’ll walk it off in two days.”

Hound crouched beside Grizzer, resting one hand on the massiff’s uninjured shoulder, his other brushing through the thick fur behind his ear.

The silence that settled wasn’t empty—it was full.

Full of the sound of breath evening out. Of blood pressure lowering. Of armor creaking as a soldier finally let go.

“You care about him like he’s more than a partner,” you said, not as a question.

“He’s the only constant I’ve had since Kamino.”

The way he said it—low, quiet, unsentimental—landed heavy.

“I get that,” you replied. “You lose enough people, the ones who stay matter more.”

Grizzer let out a tired huff and nudged your wrist with his nose.

You smiled. “And he’s got good taste in people.”

Hound looked up at you.

Not guarded this time. Not assessing. Just looking.

“You stayed up,” he said.

“I said I’d wait.”

He stood slowly, watching you as you finished wrapping the bandage. The space between you narrowed again—this time in quiet exhaustion, quiet care.

You didn’t flinch when he reached up—just brushed a hand over your cheek, gentle, almost reverent.

He exhaled.

Then you leaned into him.

And he kissed you.

It wasn’t desperate or sharp—just honest. The kind of kiss that says I trust you, the kind that follows after weeks of tension and hours of worry. You melted into it, letting your hand rest over the back of his neckplate, letting him feel that he wasn’t alone anymore.

Then—

Grizzer groaned and shifted between your legs, snout nudging the both of you apart. He pushed his head under your arm and leaned hard into your ribs, jealous and affectionate all at once.

You laughed, breathless. “You little saboteur.”

“He’s worse than Fox,” Hound muttered.

You and Hound both turned as the side hall door hissed open again.

“Oh for kriff’s—”

Commander Thorn stood in the doorway, a datapad in hand, brows raised.

He took one look at the scene—Grizzer crammed between the two of you like a possessive third wheel, Hound with his hand still at your waist, you flushed and tousled.

There was a long pause.

Thorn blinked once. Then he pivoted neatly on his heel.

“I don’t wanna know about it,” he said, walking off.

The door hissed shut again behind him.

Silence.

Then Hound let out a low chuckle—just a puff of breath, really, but it was genuine. He looked down at you, still holding your waist.

“At least it wasn’t Fox.”

You smiled. “I’ll take it.”

Grizzer gave one last grunt of satisfaction and nosed between you both again.

Hound shook his head, but his hand didn’t leave your side.

Not this time.

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blackkatmagic · 2 months ago

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So excited for another chapter of Black Crow Dream! You also got me to watch The Crow (1994) with that one, which was *also* very good. The feel of the city was just. Absolutely amazing? Fit so well with the story, to the point where the setting almost felt like a character.

Hound smiles, his relief clear, and leans down to rest their foreheads together for a brief moment, careful of smudging her makeup. “You're perfect,” he murmurs, and closes his eyes, grip on Bana's hands tightening. “This feels like a dream right now.”

Bana squeezes back, even as the words rouse that sense of unease rooted deep in her stomach. “It’s better than a dream,” she says softly, and then makes herself smile. “As long as Commander Fox is kind.”

Hound sighs, resigned, and pulls away, dragging his helmet on. “Slim chance of that,” he says, rueful. “He’s more tightly-wound than a kriffing top.”

Bana chuckles, crouching down to scratch at Grizzer's ridges in farewell. “Steam that needs to be blown off?” she asks.

“Yeah. Assuming he stands still long enough for someone to drag him into bed, and that doesn’t happen often.” Hound catches Grizzer's leash, tugging lightly to pull her away from Bana as she noses into the silk of Bana's dress, and then says, “I probably won't be able to take a night away from the barracks for a few days, but…”

“Come by for tea when you can,” Bana says softly, rising.

Hound hesitates for just a moment. “Even if your people are in the office?”

Bana considers it. Decorum says to be careful, to keep it a secret, because the Guard answers to the Senate and there’s an implication of abuse of authority at the very least if someone realizes she and Hound are sleeping together. But—

Over the years of her service, Bana has carefully cultivated an image as a senator above reproach, without a single scandal to her name, without any chinks in her armor. And while that image is valuable, it isn’t anything that would draw Palpatine’s attention. Might repel him, if he thinks she can't be corrupted, and if Bana wants to get close to him, see through his plans, find his political and personal weaknesses, she needs to let something slip.

Being seen as attached to the Guard, willing to flout ethics so visibly in favor of what she wants—that could make Palpatine see her as controllable, malleable. That’s precisely the sort of opening Bana needs right now.

“At any time,” she says, firm, and Hound breathes out, leans in again. He taps their foreheads together, just for a moment, then pulls back.

#kat answers #dream the crow-black dream

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amityahasfanartnowapparently · 7 days ago

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That Time Fox's Fat Tits Saved The Galaxy - Chapter 10- Amity Ax - (SECTION 1 SNEAK PEAK, NOT DEFINITIVE)

Hello! This is TTFFTSTG's first section of chapter 10 (chapter title pending)! It's been a while since I've updated this story, and I really want to update it, but I'm literally not even half way through this white whale of a chapter. So I decided to share the first section of the chapter over Tumblr because everyone including me wants to see this thing posted already. I might post more sections of Chapter 10 as I finish them, or I might not. Either way, they will all be grouped up and posted as chapter 10 on ao3 when I'm done! But please keep in mind these sneaks peaks are NOT DEFINITIVE and may be edited or changed at any time, and that the final version on ao3 might look very different. It's also barely edited and probably is full of formatting issues and mistakes, so keep that in mind.

Also, thank you guys for all the wonderful comments you've been leaving on ao3! I read and cherish all of them, even if I'm not a great responder.

With all that said and done, enjoy the first section of chapter 10 under the cut below! :D

Trust in your men, but always verify. It was protocol, really.

Fox kicked a clump of probably-not-mud down the alley. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Uh huh,” Hound distractedly replied while guiding Grizzer’s snout to pick up the sent of the perp’s murder weapon. “Sure.”

Fox sniffed. “Do you want to fuck General Kenobi?”

Hound’s side-eye was criminal. “…Why.”

“Thire said everyvod wants to fuck Kenobi,” Fox shrugged casually, as if his the hope in his heart wasn’t furiously flickering out of his control. Plenty of Vod’e don’t feel it.

“…I don’t think Doberman wants to fuck Kenobi,” Hound snorted absently. Behind Hound’s gaze, Fox straightened in surprise. Was Fox currently receiving Doberman Lore? Was it Life Day already? “But I don’t know if that’s because he’s not interested in karking or because he doesn’t have any room in his brain for anything besides—”

Hound promptly cut himself off, clamping his jaw shut, but it was too late. The lines of his body were taught with sudden nerves at his slip.

“Besides what?” Fox pressed, despite knowing he wouldn’t get a straight answer. Not about ARF Trainer Doberman, of all Vod’e.

“Besides… work?” Hound lied, abysmally.

“Uh-huh, sure.” Fox rolled his eyes, but let the subject of the oh-so mysterious “Doberman” drop for the 100th time. For now. Hound couldn’t keep the mysterious Vod from Fox forever. In fact, Fox thought Hound’s grace period might be coming to an end.

“Can’t think of any more names off the top of my head, but I don’t really pay attention to that sort of thing.” Hound coughed, clumsily refocusing the subject. “But yeah, at least one confirmed non-Kenobi fucker, I’d say.”

Two, Foxmentally corrected. Two non-Kenobi fuckers. Maybe.

“I can see why Thire’d say that, though. Kenobi… he’s known for treating Brothers super well—like they’re real people. It’s part of the fantasy, yeah? Being a person. One who he’d…” Hound made a motion with his fingers Fox would prefer to never witness again, “…boink.”

Fox immediately cuffed Hound around the helmet. “Don’t say boink.”

Hound laughed unrepentantly. “Plus, being hot as summer on Mustafar is a big help.”

Fox let Hound’s statement linger. He pretended to be pre-occupied with rolling an empty can under his boot. “…Do you know how you tell?”

“Tell what?”

“When someone’s…” Fox gestured vaguely, not looking up, “hot?”

To his credit, Hound paused to consider the question seriously.

“…I guess it’s different for everybody? Some people say there are, like, objective ways to tell. Golden ratios and facial proportions and osik. But I don’t really take stock in it.” Hound shrugged. “I mean, most would call my girl Grizzer ugly, even though she’s karking perfect and better than them in every way, so conventional standards of prettiness can’t be all they’re cracked up to be. I think it just depends on what you like.”

Trust Hound to insert his massiff into literally every conversation. Also, not the data Fox was going for.

“Yeah, but,” Fox huffed out a frustrated breath. “What about Kenobi gets people so fired up? It’s not like he’s the only Jedi who cares if clones are treated like people or not. Why not General Windu? Or Yoda? Or Mundi? Why doesn’t everyone want to kark them?”

“First of all, you’re making some bold assumptions about General Windu’s popularity,” Hound deadpanned. “Second, Yoda?”

“What?” Fox grinned wickedly. “He clearly fucks.”

Hound snorted irreverently. “Do you think he makes his lovers solve a riddle before he’ll whip out his—”

“What are you two fucking talking about?”

Fox looked up at the voice. “Oh, Vos. Perfect timing. Does Yoda—”

Fox never finished his question, as he was unjustly interrupted by the wet smack of a clump of probably-not-mud Force-propelled directly into his visor.

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“So, why not Mundi?”

Hound stopped in his tracks, the Sargent’s jaw already poised and ready to argue, finger jammed furiously in the air. The loud slam of Fox’s door getting kicked in was still ringing through his office. The Sergeant blinked. “Huh?”

Fox didn’t even stop writing when Hound stepped over his grounded office door—the thing had been broken for a week, and he and his Corries had taken to literally knocking it down to get into his office. (It was cathartic, sue him.)

“General Mace is apparently also popular with the Vod’e, and Yoda is too… Yoda.” Fox shook his hand in an attempted approximation of Yoda’s Yodaness. “But why don’t tons of Vod’e want to kark Mundi like they do Kenobi?”

“Oh,” Hound replied, his finger dropping. “This conversation. Right, of course. We only dropped it like seven kriffing hours ago.”

“Yeah,” Fox agreed. It was extraordinarily recent in Fox’s eyes—both of their helmet filters were still being held hostage by the Health Department post their last discussion, even. “So, why not Mundi? Why isn’t he… ‘hot?’”

“Ugh, I mean, it’s not that I’d call him ‘not hot’—” Hound thoughtfully scratched the back of his neck, before snapping up to full attention once again, “—hey, don’t karking distract me!”

“Why shouldn’t I? You’re distracting me.” Fox retorted, gesturing to his workpad.

Hound’s eye twitched. “That had better be a personnel restructuring for the Vos’oya tonight.”

“As if,” Fox scoffed, waggling his stylus between two knuckles. “Only the most gratifying of paperwork is reserved to be written by hand, Hound. You know this.”

“It would gratify me,” Hound groused.

“This,” Fox spun the pad around and propping it up with a flourish, “is Vos’ arrest warrant for attacking us.” Fox turned the pad around, pursing his lips in inspection. “Do you think I should add anything else to Probable Cause besides ‘Defacement of Republic Military Equipment’ and ‘Psychic Terrorism?’”

“Try ‘Shaboingary,’” suggested Hound. “He’d love a new one on his record. As a treat.”

“Perfect,” Fox grinned, meticulously etching ‘felony-grade public Shaboingary’ onto the tablet.

Hound tapped his foot impatiently. “So?”

“Oh right,” Fox perked up, recalling their conversation. “So, Mundi. Would you fuck them?”

“I don’t give a kriff about karking Mundi, Fox!” Hound slammed his hands down on Fox’s shitty desk, which buckled under the force.

Fox blinked innocently up at his Sargent, completely un-rattled. “Well, don’t tell Mundi that. What if he gets sad?”

Hound grit his teeth. Then, he leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Doberman, Fox,” Hound sighed irritably. “Take Doberman off tonight’s hunt for Vos.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” Fox acquiesced politely.

“And if you don’t, I will train Grizzer to piss in your office, don’t think I won’t—” Hound’s head jerked back in surprise. “I’m sorry. Did you just agree?”

“Sure I did,” Fox smiled beatifically, grabbing a datapad he’d purposefully left out within grabbing distance on his desk. “Here you go!”

Hound’s eyes narrowed, scanning the pad like it could be booby-trapped, even ducking his head underneath the tablet to check for Force-knows-what. Fox unrepentantly rolled his eyes at Hound’s paranoia.

Hound glared in response, but reluctantly took the datapad from Fox powered it on. Immediately, Hound cursed a blue streak.

“What the kark is this?” Hound demanded the next time he took a breath, shaking the pad at Fox.

“It’s a request form to pull your trooper out of a Morale Raising Activity,” Fox informed him sweetly. “Select one or more of the listed reasons and submit it to be processed.”

“I’ve never had to karking do this shit before,” Hound grit through clenched teeth.

Fox blinked up neutrally. “It’s a new policy.”

Hound reeled back, aghast. “You’re gonna fucking Bureaucracy me?”

“Here at the Coruscant Guard, we take our record keeping very seriously.”

“Fine. Don’t you give me the kriffing Civvy Spiel, asshole,” Hound grumbled and patted down his pockets, eventually resorting to swiping a stylus off Fox’s desk.

Hound aggressively scribbled in the information fields on the file, and shoved it back to him. “There. Are you satisfied, you absolute prick?”

Fox leisurely scanned the file, ignoring Hound as he steadily fumed more and more the longer he waited. He noted that in the section reading “Which of the following reasons are you recalling this trooper?” Hound had opted to skip over all pre-listed reasons and jumped straight to the write-in, which read: “To Stop the Galaxy from Ending In a Flaming Ball of Pure Cringe.”

“The end of the galaxy, huh?” Fox smirked. “Sounds entertaining.”

Hound’s shoulders shrugged up to his ears like he was trying to suppress a shudder. “It wouldn’t be as pleasant as you’re thinking.”

“He can’t be that bad,” Fox rolled his eyes. “He’s never even been admitted to the Ward.”

“Neither have you,” muttered Hound.

Fox narrowed his eyes in challenge. Hound glared right back.

Fox took a singular moment of silence to appreciate how far Hound had come from when they had first moved in together. The old Hound would never would have dreamed of barging into Fox’s office and making demands so disrespectfully. The over-abundance of regard for Fox must have been an ARF Trooper thing the Sergeant had caught from the others in his unit like some sort of virus. Fox was grateful Hound had gotten over it relatively quickly, unlike some of the other more stubborn ARF Troopers Fox knew.

Okay. Moment over.

Maintaining eye contact, Fox took Hound’s completed form, and dropped it directly into the trash. “Thank you for your time, we appreciate it very much. Your submission will be processed in two to three business days.”

“You. Suck.” Hound spit venomously. “You suck so hard for so long!”

“Your request is very important to us. Please submit any questions or concerns to the trash chute in our lobby.” Fox grinned viciously. “Have a nice weekend.”

“That’s it,” Hound gestured in a circle to his office. “You see all this? This is about to become Piss Central. I’ll train every massiff we have to shit on your desk, too. Might as well move into the kennels now, because you will never escape the stink.”

“I look forward to seeing you try,” Fox said cheerily, “the other ARFs would dogpile you in a heartbeat for me. They’re disgustingly devoted, Force knows why.”

“…I hate that you’re right.” Hound sighed. Hound muttered something under his breath that sounded alarmingly like, “Damn cultists…”

Fox deliberately chose to ignore the fuck out of that, thanks.

“I can’t help but notice you didn’t check any of the other boxes,” Fox pointed out. “The boxes had a bunch of valid concerns you could have brought up to me. I would have cut him if there was a conflict, or if it would actually hurt him to go.”

Hound didn’t meet his eyes.

“Doberman has never been on a Vos’oya before, you know,” Fox looked at his Sergeant pointedly. “Whatever game you’re playing with your ARFs around me is fine and dandy until it actually starts to kark with scheduling. You can’t single out a trooper and keep them from morale activities like this, Hound. It’s not a good look.”

Hound groaned and covered his eyes with his hands, knowing there was no way to argue around that. “You don’t want to do this, Fox. I’m trying to protect you. And the galaxy.”

“I can do my own protecting, thanks.” And the galaxy could fuck right off.

“But if you’re really that fussed about Doberman being there, we could always…” Fox allowed a smirk to creep up his face, “…leave it up to chance.”

Hound didn’t even bother to uncover his face at the challenge. “I am not rolling a karking chance cube with you, Fox. You always cheat.”

“I don’t cheat,” Fox folded his arms.

“You always win.” Hound pointed out. “It’s statistically improbable for you to not be cheating.”

“It’s a chance cube,” Fox grumped back. “You can literally look at it and see if it’ll land on blue or red. It’s not hard.”

Hound muttered miserably into his hand about Fox’s “bantha-osik” ability to do “crazy math” in his head. Fox rolled his eyes—as if counting to two was a herculean task.

Fox smiled to himself as Hound’s silence stretched on without retort. “So anyway—Mundi. How would you rate his fuckability on a scale from one to ten?”

Hound dragged his hands down his face enough to glare at Fox. Hound sucked in a breath. Let it out.

“…Six.” Hound admitted. “On a personal level.”

Fox interwove his hands and rested his chin on them, his gaze intent on Hound. “Why?”

“Alright, well, if we’re calling ‘five’ neutral, could take it or leave it—” Hound ran a hand through his hair, his gaze locked on the ceiling, “Then maybe closer to a seven? Six-and-a-half? I’d be more interested in Mundi than some rando nat-born walking down the street. At least I know for certain he thinks I’m sapient.”

Fox raised a brow. “So Mundi is coasting to a seven out of ten purely by acknowledging your sentience?”

“Well gee, Fox, when you put it like that it makes me sound like a desperate loser,” Hound snarked, irritated.

Fox gave a tight lipped smile. “You said it, not me.”

“It’s not just because I think he would be nice to me,” Hound folded his arms. “I don’t find him repulsive to look at or anything—he’s decent. He gets moved two points above neutral for me because he seems pretty reserved, but like, in a way where it might be fun if we gave it a go of getting him to snap? If he was into that kind of thing that is. Which I’m not sure if he would be. His personality seems… a little bland, from a distance. But I don’t really know him, I guess.”

Fox took a moment, trying to parse that. Apparently, he let the silence linger long enough for Hound to grow defensive.

“Look, I’ve never really had a reason to think about Mundi like that until today, okay?” Hound drummed his fingers on his arm. “He’s not exactly the kind of guy who would catch my eye. I usually like ‘em a bit more…” Hound struggled to come up with a descriptor. “Adventurous? And looks wise, I can’t really say anything about him that stands out to me. That’s just my opinion.”

Hound finally turned his gaze back to Fox’s face. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure Mundi is somebody’s something. But you gotta admit, Kenobi’s looks just have a greater impact with a broader audience.”

Fox’s face scrunched up. “What does that even mean?”

“Look at it this way: Kenobi’s got all the popular traits,” Hound counted them on his fingers, “red hair, pretty face, nice bod—you seen that video of him with his abs out? Classic.”

“No, I haven’t.” Fox blinked in astonishment.“Someone made a video about a General’s abs?”

“The video wasn’t about his abs,” Hound defended. “It’s the video where he’s rescuing those two cadets from a ship crash and he gave them the literal shirt off his back for some reason? I don’t know the details. I can send it to you if you want.”

Fox wasn’t too interested in the video itself, but for the sake of his research Fox made himself reply with a bland, “Maybe later.”

Hound scratched the scruff of his chin. “Ultimately, he’s not super beefy or super twinkish—Kenobi’s right in the sweet spot of generally appealing to a lot of folks, I guess.”

“So…” Fox squinted into the far distance, puzzling together theories in his head. “People are karkable when their looks aren’t at any one end of an extreme? But also stand out?”

“No. I mean, I don’t think so?” Hound’s brow crinkled in confusion. “Fox, I think you’re overcomplicating this. Why do you suddenly care about what everyone else finds attractive?”

“I’m just trying to gather data.” Fox spun in his swivel chair, turning away from Hound. “On what things people like. And things that I might like.”

“Force, it’s one of these crises,” Hound muttered under his breath, to his credit not blinking when Fox whipped back around to glare at him. “Well, not everyone is attracted to the same thing. Sure, Kenobi is a popular choice ‘cuz his looks are sensationalized by popular culture—you can’t wave a stick without hitting some fuck who thinks red-heads are to die for—”

Fox’s hand twitched, but he pointedly did not reach up to touch his own hair. He did turn around a little further so Hound wouldn’t notice the slight reddening of his cheeks. That’s right, millions of random strangers thought Fox was—nope, no, repressing that thought. Deal with the crisis at hand, Fox.

“—But you can’t hold yourself to the standards of what others think.” Hound shrugged. “Everybody’s different.”

“I know that I’m fucking different, alright?” Fox throws his hands up in the air, frustration rising. “I’d just appreciate knowing what that specific different thing is before it becomes a problem.”

Hound’s brows climbed his forehead. “Why would it become a problem?”

“It probably won’t,” Fox reassured Hound and himself. “I’m 95% sure I won’t get a stomach ache or start doing stupid shit like admiring Senators. But I would like to know if there’s a possibility of that in advance.”

Hound surreptitiously glanced around the room as if looking for candid cameras. “…Why would you get a stomach ache?”

“I just want to know why the Vod’e are apparently obsessed with this guy,” Fox drummed his fingers agitatedly on his desk. “Does this… ‘attraction’ spread over video, or does it only activate in person? With eye contact, maybe?”

Hound’s face scrunched. “Did you just compare finding somebody hot to contracting a virus?”

Fox’s fingers froze. “I’ve never looked Kenobi in the eyes before.” Fox’s nails dug in to the metal of his desk, leaving faint scratches. “Hound. What if he gets me?”

Hound stared at him. “What.”

“There’s some kind of—unknown factor here that’s getting Vod’e to want to kark Kenobi,” Fox sank down in his seat, pressing his fingers to his lips. “Am I in danger?”

“He’s not a karking star-siren, Fox.” Hound said incredulously. “He’s just a guy.”

“You could only name one Vod out of billions who probably wouldn’t kark Kenobi,” Fox pointed out. “That seems statistically improbable, even for somebody ‘generally appealing.’”

Hound leveled an unimpressed glare at Fox. “That’s because I’m shit at remembering things like that. There’s definitely more than one in a billion Vod’e who aren’t interested in Kenobi. Force,” He huffed an ironic laugh, “you make it sound like we’re all the same person or something.”

Fox snorted in amusement. “Thire made it seem like Kenobi was a huge thing with the troops.”

“I’m not saying he’s not a popular subject,” Hound amended. “But… look. There are plenty of pretty people in the galaxy. But the appeal of Kenobi, it goes beyond looks, at least for the Vod’e. Kenobi is a High General, Jedi Councilor, smart as hell, a stupid skilled fighter, demonstrably kind, and one of the only damn people in the Republic competent enough to War Correctly from the get-go.”

“He is, genuinely, all that,” Hound made a circular, encompassing motion, “and a bag of chips. And to top it all off, Kenobi is just viewed so widely by damn-near everyone as pretty that it’s clear he could have anyone he wants if he just asked them. The idea he of all people might want you, a clone that most nat-borns in this osik galaxy don’t even see as a person, is very appealing, even if you wouldn’t actually have sex with the guy. The idea is… I don’t know, a little vindicating, is all.”

Fox’s face scrunched up, not really sure how to feel about that.

Hound spotted Fox’s expression and scoffed. “It’s just a harmless fantasy, Fox. Nobody would actually expect something like that from a General.”

“I know,” Fox brushed aside Hound’s defense. “I’m just thinking.”

He couldn’t imagine needing to rely on an outsider like that for validation of his personhood. But Fox knew his mentality wasn’t exactly common—maybe an outsider confirming their sapience carried a different sort of objective weight in the same way hearing compliments and insults outside of your innermost social circle did? Fox could understand it, if that was the case. And ultimately, who was Fox to police his Brothers’ coping mechanisms? Fox knew he certainly had some out-there ones of his own.

Fox looked out his small office window. Fox wondered if Kenobi knew he was the center of so much trooper attention. Fox didn’t doubt that the Vod’e had the discipline to never let Kenobi catch a whiff of their inner worlds on or off the battlefield, but Kenobi was a Jedi. Perhaps he could read it in their thoughts.

The commander studied the roiling sea of nat-borns below. He wondered if Kenobi was actually okay with the way strangers looked at him, reframing him into a symbol of power, an object of desire, or if he had just gotten used to it. If Fox had the balls, he’d ask the Jedi how he managed it. Maybe take some notes.

“I’m just,” Fox huffed in frustration. “I’m not sure how this helps me figure out if I’m attracted to Kenobi or not.”

“Uh,” Hound glanced around, unsure. “Well. Are you? Attracted to Kenobi?”

Fox looked up at Hound, gaze hooded. “No.”

“…Do you want to be?”

“No,” Fox said roughly. “But what if I could be?”

“What if Mace Windu walked in here right now and punched me in the face?” Hound asked rhetorically, palms pointed at the sky as if daring the universe to deliver. “That’s what a nonsense question sounds like, Fox. I say don’t worry about that shit unless it happens, which from what I’m hearing right now, it hasn’t and probably won’t.”

“But what if it’s something else that I’m attracted to and I don’t know it?” Fox threaded his fingers through his hair, sinking in his seat. “If it’s not Kenobi, maybe it’s something really obscure and specific and when it happens it will trip me up.”

“Well, why the kriff would that matter?” Hound demanded. “Little gods, Fox! If you did or didn’t, it would be fine. It’s okay if you don’t know everything about yourself at twenty-five!”

“It karking matters when I’ll be dead at thirty,” Fox bit out.

Hound’s brows went up, a half-smile creeping onto his face. “Hey, you bumped it up from twenty-six! Nice job, vod.”

“Thanks, I’m working on my optimism.” Fox replied blandly. “Anyway, sometimes attraction only happens for certain people or situations. What if I have a timed-release situation going on and I suddenly want to kark somebody I already know?” Fox leaned forward, his sweat-beaded forehead almost touching the desk. “What if I want to kark Amidala?”

“You’re not a Force-damned time bomb, Fox,” Hound snapped. “Who cares if you wanna kark Amidala, or Kenobi, or anybody? It literally does not matter even a little bit.”

“I just want some karking certainty in my life, Hound!” Fox slammed his hands down on his abused desk. “Is that a crime? Are you gonna lock me up about it? For wanting to know if my bo-dy,” Fox gestured wildly to all of himself, “is going to betray me if I run into some fucker who meets some kind of secret criteria I don’t know about!”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Hound deadpanned.

Fox steepled his hands and placed his forehead at the point. “Betrayal can only come from places where there is trust,” Fox said mostly to his desk. “Did I ever trust my own body in the first place?”

“Alright, this is getting a little existential,” Hound cringed, “and I’m not the best Vod for advice about this kind of stuff. Did you talk to Thire yet?”

“Yes,” hissed Fox. “I talked to him plenty. I got probably the best advice in the world for someone in my position, and understood… about half of it, maybe?”

“Oh.” Hound said, despairing.

“Yeah. I just—need some time to work through it myself.” Fox pinched his lips, frustrated that he couldn’t have just gotten it all at once when it was explained to him. “I gotta do some tests. Get data. Check hypotheses and such. Come back with something to show for it.”

“Fox,” Hound sighed. “You know you don’t gotta prove anything to anybody, right?”

Fox averted his eyes. “…I just want to know.”

“Okay,” Hound said. “But you know you don’t have to go through this on your own, right?”

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” Fox asked rhetorically.

“I guess that’s true,” Hound admitted. “Thire would be better. Pretty much anyone else would be better, actually.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Fox said sincerely. “You gave me some stuff to think about. Thanks, vod.”

Hound scratched the back of his head, looking away bashfully. “Ah, well… don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t. I probably fucked something up majorly in all that.”

Fox smiled, terse. “I won’t tell.”

“Good,” Hound nodded. “Anything else, vod?”

“You tell me,” Fox snorted. “You’re the one who busted down my door.”

“Right,” Hound huffed. “I still think you shouldn’t be spending too much alone time with Doberman. The guy’s a bit… much.”

Fox rolled his eyes. “I think I can decide that for myself, thanks.”

“We’ll see,” Hound shrugged. “Until tonight, vod.”

Hound walked out of Fox’s office, and didn’t bother putting his karking door back up.

#star wars #fanfiction #commander fox #star wars the clone wars #cc 1010 #sergeant hound #quinlan vos #my writing #COMEDY #full tags w/ warnings on my fic in ao3 #for this section basically the only warnings you need are 'mostly mature conversations about sexuality and attraction' probably #but let me know if there needs to be more #also can anyone spot the fic I'm referencing in this section? you get a digital attaboy if u do

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spiralingemptyness · 2 years ago

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Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.

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massiff-daddy · 2 years ago

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Does Grizzer like meeting other animals?

It depends, she LOVES tookas, for example. When we're on patrol you can tell it takes all of her training not to run up to every stray we see (but she always stays focused, like a good girl).

But other massiffs? It's hit or miss, depending on how well behaved the other massiff is she'll either get very territorial or she treats them with polite caution. I think it comes from being the runt of her litter, always seeing others as competition, ya know?

#if we had our own apartment it'd definitely get a tooka friend for her tho #i think she sees them as sweet little fuzzballs that need her protection #its sweet really #ask hound and grizzer #jango's boyz #hound rp

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carbon-corrie · 2 months ago

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rat literally gives me cuteness aggression, i love that lil guy SO much

- Sergeant Hound when asked about his feelings towards Rat (he's covering Grizzer's ears and making Fox kinda worry for his emotional support tooka's safety)

(I'm so glad you love him!! I, too, get the urge to just SQUEEZE)

#star wars #the clone wars #sw tcw #tcw coruscant guard #corrie guard #commander fox #sergeant hound #rat the tooka

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vodika-vibes · 1 month ago

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Can we get a fic based around that ask about diabetic cyares? Specifically for Hound?

Sweet As Sugar

Summary: Hound knows that his cyare has a hard life. Her illness means that she can’t just impulsively go out to dinner, which has cost her friends and her relationship with her family. But, more than that, he knows that people blame her for her illness, though it’s no more her fault than it’s his that he has brown eyes. Luckily, they have each other.

Pairing: ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 1618

Warnings: Assault, implications of murder

A/N: So, I think this is very sweet, but I'm not sure you'll agree. I hope you like it all the same. Because I love Hound so much. Also, I did very little research on everything medical here, so I hope it's not too wrong.

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Hound is a man of habit.

When he gets home after a long day of work, he lets Grizzer off her lead so she can run into the house, and then he secures his weapons and removes his armor, and then he greets his cyare with a tight hug and a series of kisses.

She doesn’t come to him for her welcome until after his armor and weapons have been removed and placed safely away.

It’s how he prefers it.

Sure, there’s no danger in her being around his blaster. But accidents happen all of the time, even with people who are used to handling blasters, and while Hound might take risks with his own life, he certainly won’t take any with hers.

He loves her more than his own life, after all.

Yes. Hound likes having a set routine when he gets home. It’s comforting. Helps him feel secure in his life.

So, when he gets home one afternoon, after being called in to give a report to Fox that could have waited until he wasn’t supposed to be off, he doesn’t notice anything off. At first.

He unhooks Grizzer from her leash, and then crouches to remove the harness that she wears to allow him more control, and then he watches as she bounds into the apartment with the scrabble of her nails on the wood floor.

He stands to hang her leash and harness on the hooks that were installed just for this reason, and the Hound notices that his cyare’s purse is laying on the floor next to the front door.

Her purse had been a Life Day gift from her mother, and has cost the older woman nearly 700 credits to buy. And while she had not been thrilled with getting a 700 credit purse for a holiday gift, still still uses it. And treats it like its made of diamond.

She doesn’t just toss it on the floor.

And, at his core, Hound is a cop. Sure, maybe it’s not what he planned to be when he went through training, but its the hand life dealt him, and now he can’t help himself.

So, even as he picks up her purse and sets it on the table, he’s already scanning the hallway for anything else that might be out of place. And he doesn’t like what he’s seeing.

Her keys are laying next to the key basket. Her boots look like they were kicked off and just left in front of the shoe rack. Her jacket is tossed over the back of the bench he stores his armor on.

It looks like she came into the house in a rush.

Hound quickly secures his weapon, worry twisting his stomach into knots. He strips off his armor in 30 seconds, tossing them carelessly on the bench, his mind already racing with all of the things that might cause her to have to rush into her own home.

Is she sick? Hurt?

Did someone pick a fight with her? Or some jerk harass her while he wasn’t around to fend them off?

As soon as his armor is off, he calls her name, his worry starting to make him feel nauseous.

“In the kitchen, Hound.” She sounds fine, a little tired, but largely fine.

Hound immediately heads towards the kitchen, and his anxiety soothes, a little, when he sees her sitting at the bar. Her hair, which had been carefully styled that morning, was now pulled into a tail at the base of her skull, and she’s wearing a tank top and a pair of his boxers.

So, basically, she looks amazing.

His anxiety returns, however, when he sees the glucose meter laying on the table in front of her, and the multiple testing sticks stacked in a pile next to her. And her sharps container, the place she stores her syringes after she uses them, is sitting on the counter too.

“What happened?” Hound knows his cyare. She developed type 1 diabetes when she was 4 years old, and she has an almost drill sergeant like control over her blood sugar at all times. She plans for, and accounts for, every thing she might eat and drink.

She’s never had to come home in a rush to give herself some emergency insulin.

“Don’t get mad,”

Hound’s stomach drops, “Cyar’ika, when you start a conversation like that, it means that I’m definitely going to get mad.”

“Yeah, I know.” She stands and walks over to him, she’s a little unsteady on her feet and he moves to her to help keep her steady. “So, you know I was meeting up with Phaedra this morning?”

“Yeah, I remember.” Hound’s hands settle on her hips and he guides her back to the stool to make her sit down, stealing a glance at the printout of all of her glucose levels as he does so.

Her numbers seem stable now, but she’s been testing her blood every 5 minutes for the last hour it looks like, and an hour ago her levels were dangerously high. As in, get admitted to the hospital high.

His hands tighten on her hips, “What happened?” Hound repeats.

“Phaedra though it would be funny to put sugar in my juice.”

“...what? Why would she—how could she? No, never mind that, do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I’m okay.” She slides a hand up his chest and lightly pats just over his heart, “Really. You saw yourself, my sugar levels have stabilized at a safe level.”

Hound wraps his hand around hers, “How do you know she did that?”

“She told me. She thought it was funny.” She pulls her comm over to her, and opens a chat log, which she then hands to Hound.

Hound reads the messages, his expression souring as he reads all of Phaedra’s messages to his cyare. She even admits it, in writing, and tells his perfect cyare that she’s overreacting. “Can you screenshot these and send them to me?”

“Sure, why?”

“What she did is assault at the bare minimum,” Hound says flatly, “I’m going to file a report with Fox.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Cyare,”

“Hound, I don’t want this to get any more dramatic—”

Hound lightly presses his hands against her cheeks, tilting her head so she’s looking at him, “Cyare, my love, she could have killed you.”

“She didn’t though.” She replies weakly.

“That doesn’t make it okay, cyare.”

“I just—” She trails off, “I don’t have many friends, Hound.”

“Babe, you can do so much better than someone who tried to kill you.” He lightly brushes a strand of hair off her cheek, “Hell, I will personally introduce you to some of my brothers’ partners, if you really want to make friends.”

She stares at him for a moment, and then she sighs, “You’re really not going to let this go?”

“If our positions were switched, what would you do?”

“I—” She pauses, and pouts slightly, “I’d press charges.”

“Exactly.” Hound presses a kiss to her forehead, “Send me the messages, please. Right now.”

“Alright, alright.” She quickly sends copies of the messages to Hound, who then forwards them to Fox alongside a quick message explaining the situation.

And then Hound favors her with a warm smile, “Now that that’s been handled, let me clean up all of this,” He gestures to the stuff on the bar, “And then we can cuddle and watch a movie.”

“Oh, I can clean it up. It’s my mess.”

“It’s our mess, cyare. And I want you to rest, just in case.” He lightly taps her chin with two fingers, “Are you sure you don’t want to see a doctor? I can call Scalpel and he can be here in 15.”

“Please don’t.”

“Why not? Scalpel likes you.”

“I know, that’s the problem. He might go out and kill Phaedra if he finds out.”

“Uh...if you want this to be a secret, it’s far too late for that.” Hound points out with a grin as he swipes the testing strips into the palm of his hand and then tosses them into the trash, and then he picks up the sharps container and stashes it under the sink.

“They’re going to gossip about me?” She sounds mortified.

“Nonsense. They’re going to be furious on your behalf.” Hound drops a kiss to the top of her head, “Do you want to keep the glucose reader out, for now?”

“Yeah, I should check again in half an hour.”

“Easy.” Hound presses the device into her hands, “Ready to watch a movie?”

“You’re going to pick a horror movie again, aren’t you?”

“You love horror movies!”

“You love horror movies because it means that I’m going to hide against you.” She counters.

“Yeah,” Hound’s grin is a little mischievous, “Like I said—”

She huffs and punches his arm lightly, “You’re such a man sometimes.”

“You’ve never complained before, sweets.” And then he steals a proper kiss. And then a second and a third.

She twines her arms around his neck, and Hound chuckles against her lips. “Hound,” Her voice is soft as she speaks against his lips, “I love you so, so much.”

“I love you more.” He replies immediately.

She grins, “I love you most.”

And, finally, the last of Hound’s anxiety and worry fades away. She’s going to be fine. They both are. They’ll get through this just like everything else.

Though, Hound won’t be heartbroken if Phaedra never makes it to a holding cell. He knows better than most just what the Guard is like towards people who wrong their family.

She doesn’t need to know that. Yet.

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clonetrooperjournals · 26 days ago

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Damsel in Distress

Summary: When you nearly get robbed on your way home from work, a certain Sergeant and his hound come to your rescue... Pairings: Sergeant Hound x Fem!reader (Trans reader MtF) Warnings: angst, robbery, mentions of injury, mentions of being misgendered, fluff, cute ending Words: 1.1k A/N: My first Corrie fic ever! I knew Hound and Grizzer were gonna make an appearance during my Pride month posts! The two gentlemen deserve so much love and there's not enough of it on here! Also this experience felt so real and raw in its own way, I really hope you all love it. It made me emotional ngl Pride Masterlist here Main masterlist here

You were not having a great night.

You were sticky from some drunkard dumping his drink on you during your dance, your feet were killing you from your heels and not to mention you were currently running for your life through the back alleys of lower Coruscant as you tried to evade the man who was trying to rob you.

“Help! Please someone! Help me!” you screamed as you turned a corner, hearing the man's boots pick up speed behind you. You tripped over a pile of trash and went rolling to the ground, scraping your legs and ripping your dress. You look up and see the man standing over you with a malicious smile as you clutch your bag tightly to your chest. He grabs your bag trying to pull it from your grasp as you fight to keep it in your hands when you see a huge, grey animal jump out of nowhere and bite the man's leg, throwing him to the ground.

“AAAHH! Get off me you stupid mutt!” he screams as you scurry away from him and what you now realize is a massiff from the Coruscant guard. A trooper in grey and red armor steps around you pulling out binders as the massiff continues to hold the man's leg in his mouth.

He then handcuffs the man and pats the massiff on the head, “Good girl Grizzer.”

You sit on the ground in complete shock as he re-leashes the hound and turns toward you, his helmet tilting, “You alright ma’am?”

You trail your gaze over your red scraped legs to your new pink glitter minidress that was now ripped up the side, barely hiding your panties and sigh defeatedly, “Not really...”

He walks over to you and offers his hand for you to stand. You take it and stand up with a wince, “Gonna have to take you to the station to get your statement... and I’ll treat your wounds for ya.”

Ten minutes later a speeder with another Coruscant guard appears and takes you, your attacker, the trooper and the hound back to the Corrie's headquarters. Once inside the clone you learned to be named Sergeant Hound leads you over to his desk and disappears for a few minutes. You feel ridiculous sitting here in your little minidress, your heels kicked off on the floor, covered in glitter and most likely garbage from your fall, while another guard sits at the desk beside you typing on his data pad completely ignoring you.

Sergeant Hound returns with a med kit and Grizzer trailing behind him to the rather large dog bed that sits behind his desk. Then he starts asking you all the standard questions. Where were you when he attacked you? Where were you going? Were you alone or with someone? Do you know your attacker?

After answering all his questions, he leans back in his chair with a med scanner, “Alright I’ll patch you up and then you’ll be free to go.”

“Thank you, Sergeant...” you say with a small smile, twirling your hair nervously. He takes the med scanner and slowly scans you from head to toe and freezes. He tilts head like he’s confused and scans you again. You look up at him worried, “Is everything alright?”

“I think the scanner is malfunctioning. It’s pulling up the wrong medical file...” he says while smacking the scanner, like that would fix the issue.

Your heart drops into your stomach, “May I see the file?”

He pauses for a moment and then turns the file toward you so you can see. Staring back at you is someone you’ve been trying to erase for a long time. Pale skin, strong jaw, striking blue eyes, short military cut your dad always insisted was a proper haircut, and a thin blonde mustache that you always hated. The man behind the desk at the Republic office assured you that he would have your ID taken care of. The young man staring at you from this medical file hasn’t existed for the last two years, you're not him anymore. (to be fair you never really were.)

You sigh defeated knowing you’ll have to go back to the republic office the next day and fight to have it changed again, “That was me Sergeant.”

He’s quiet for a moment just staring at you, “What did you say your name was?”

“It’s y/n y/l/n...” you say cautiously. He doesn’t say anything just scans you again and types something on your file and then grabs the bacta spray and bandages from the med kit and begins cleaning and dressing your wounds. “You said you were coming from work?”

You look down at him, “Yes I did.”

“Where do you work?” he asks casually.

“Oh, um I work at Drac’s. The little night club on level 55,” you explain trying to adjust your dress so you're not flashing the clone, “I’m a dancer there.”

He nods, “You certainly have the legs for it.”

You face goes red, “Umm thank you...”

He walks back over to his desk and begins typing fast on his data pad. Grizzer hops up from her bed and walks over to you nuzzling her head against your leg. You smile down at the hound patting her head affectionately, “I guess I owe you a thanks to Grizzer.”

The massiff licks your hand making you giggle. Hound looks up and sits there watching you and Grizzer with an unseen smile behind his helmet. He has never seen someone so beautiful, your long blonde hair fell around your shoulders, your blue eyes sparkled as you talked with Grizzer warmly, and your pink little dress left little to the imagination, but he was so grateful for it, you are stunning.

He clears his throat, “Alright I have everything I need here. You're free to go.”

“Thank you again for all your help Sergeant.” you say as you continue to pet Grizzer.

“Oh, one other thing.” Hound says as he turns his data pad towards you, and you gasp. In front of you was your file updated with your name and photo, bringing tears to your eyes, “I thought we better update everything to the correct information...”

A few tears slip from your eyes, and you smile brightly nodding, not being able to put into words how thankful you are. Hound stands and you do as well, grabbing your bag and your heels from the floor and then against your better judgement you lean forward and place a tender kiss on the side of the Sergeants helmet where his cheek would be. “Thank you again, Sergeant Hound.”

Hounds face was bright red under the helmet he so desperately wished he’d removed, “Uh- Umm you’re welcome, ma’am...”

“I don’t suppose you would be able to walk me home? For safety purposes of course.” You ask with a mischievous smile and a wink.

Hound chuckles, “I’d be honored ma’am...”

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merlincmgirl · 9 months ago

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ABO - Hound x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You're just coming into your normal heat and you need your Alpha with you. Only problem is, he's tying up loose ends with Fox when the heat finally hits.

Characters: Hound, Fox, Thorn (mentioned), Grizzler

Pairing: Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 6,379

Warnings: Alpha and Omega dynamics, oral (female receiving), PinV sex, fingering, doggy style, aftercare, fluff and smut, they're both saps for each other.

Author's Note: I hope I did Hound proud in this one.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to look after her?” Hound frowned, looking between a joyful Grizzer and a grumpy Fox. It would only be for a few days but damn if he wouldn’t miss his girl.

Taking everything in him to not roll his eyes, Fox answered his little brother. “We’ll be fine. She’ll stay with me while I complete all this flimsiwork” Fox grumbled, nodding to the piles and piles of flimsi and datapads on his desk. Grizzer whined, rubbing her snout along Fox’s calf.

“She needs to be walked regularly, Fox and she has some warm milk before bed to help her after working a case. I asked Thorn to make sure that she’s entertained while I’m gone, you know when you’re guarding the Chancellor” Hound reported, remembering to list off everything that would ensure the massiff would be comfortable during his leave. He hated being away from her, but he trusted his brothers to look after her right.

“Stars Hound, would you kriff off?!” Fox growled, crossing his arms and leaning back on his desk. Grizzer sat up, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gazed at Hound expectantly. Almost like she was encouraging him to go. “Haven’t you got your girl to look after? Shouldn’t it be hitting soon?” Fox reminded, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.

Hound glanced at his chrono and winced. “Yeah, you’re right, vod. Are you sure it’s okay for me and Grizzer to be off duty?” Hound asked one more time, knowing how difficult it was when they were down men.

Letting out the long suffering sigh only an elder sibling could, Fox forcefully turned Hound around and shoved him towards the door. “Yes, go look after your cyare, she needs you more than we do right now. Anything short of a Zillo Beast will be dealt with. Now go! You’re making my office a mess just standing here” Fox ordered, tapping Hound’s pauldron affectionately before opening the door and pushing him through it.

He heard Hound spluttering on the other side before he turned to Grizzer. “Alright, girl, let’s get this over with so we can maybe get to the barracks before the next shift starts” Fox groaned, scratching Grizzer’s head as he flopped into his seat. She let out a rumble before collapsing on Fox’s feet under the desk, quite content to nap while her handler was away.

“Cyare? Sorry I’m late, traffic is worse than normal today, go figure. How are you feeling?” Hound called out, kicking his boots off by the door. Already he could smell a sweet scent flooding the air around him. Your heat would be soon, if not here already, from what he could tell.

“Hound?” a small voice called from the bedroom, and Hound quickly gathered the food and water supplies that he had already prepared this morning when your heat was threatening to arrive. It sounded like you were already in your nest, riding the first waves of your heat as you tried to get comfortable. He had already lost a number of blacks to your nest building, but he didn’t mind, as long as his girl was happy and cosy, that was all that mattered.

As he walked into your shared bedroom, he found you in your nest of blankets, pillows and his clothes. You were curled into yourself, clutching the water bottle and burying your head into his pillow as you tried to fight off the cramps.

“Oh, pretty girl, I’m here. You’re going to be okay. How are you feeling?” he shushed, placing the supplies next to the bed. They would need to be in easy reach of you and him as you both rode out your heat. He regretted not getting here fast enough, you were obviously uncomfortable already.

Shivering, you reached out for him, wanting to tug him into your nest and scent him. But Hound pulled away, shushing your whines and leaning down to brush his lips against your temple. He had to get all of his ARF armour off first before he could enter your nest.

“Cold… so kriffing cold! And the cramps… nothing’s working Hound” you complained, switching onto your back to try and get comfortable. You huffed as a pillow was stuck under your back and you tugged it out, throwing it to the edge of the nest. However you growled when you realised you wanted it back, there was a space next to you that would be perfect for it when you rolled over onto your side.

Hound must have realised what you wanted, as he picked it up and placed it in the exact spot you were thinking about. It had your Omega instincts purring to know that your Alpha knew you so well, that he could predict your needs and take care of you. Tilting your head, you reached out for him again, letting out a little chirp of interest.

The trooper laughed, slipping off his blacks before finally taking your offered hand, letting you tug him into your nest just how you wanted him. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief, surrounded by all the comforts and luxuries his beautiful Omega had provided in her nest. When she pushed him onto his back and cuddled up into his side, he went willingly, arms coming around to press her tighter into his side.

Throwing your leg around his waist, you buried your nose into the scent gland at the base of his neck, feeling the tension bleed out of your body. You felt more relaxed than you did this morning, as Hound continued to press large warm strokes up and down your back. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that warmed you to your core. It was a lot stronger now that you were going into heat, and you could only just imagine what your own scent was throwing at him.

Hound let out a small purr of contentment as you traced patterns all along his chest. He buried his nose into your hair, taking in your delicious scent of vanilla, peaches and rose after a rainfall. Closing his eyes, he rested one hand on your belly as the cramps seemed to ease up with his presence.

“Was Grizzer okay?” you mumbled into his neck, and it was only Hound��s good hearing that helped him understand what you said.

“She was, cyare. I think she was excited to spend some time with Fox… and Fox with her” Hound admitted, making you chuckle.

“Oh? Have you lost your place as her favourite?” you teased, pulling away to lean up on his chest. You couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful brown eyes, the way they sparkled with amusement and held such love for you all at once had you pressing a kiss to his nose.

Scrunching his nose up and beaming at you, he pulled you back down onto his chest. “Never! She knows who her Daddy is” Hound scoffed, shaking his head at the thought.

His words sent a cramp through you, imagining calling him Daddy in another situation. A very risqué situation that had you both trying to quieten down your moans.

“Sorry, cyare” he winced, kissing your head and soothing the cramps with careful and gentle strokes. “I meant that Fox seemed more relaxed with her around. He definitely has favourites, and Grizzer is one of his favourites. He even lets her around base while the others have to stay in the kennels. Thorn told me he has a bag of massif treats in his belt that he carries around” Hound explained, grinning at his older brothers and the way they spoilt his 2nd best girl.

“When the war is over, we’re going to get Fox a therapy dog” you grinned, feeling the way his chest rumbled and shook as he laughed beneath you. Hearing the way his laugh echoed around your room, you relaxed further into your blankets and his hold of you.

“Good idea, mesh’la. He’d probably cry” Hound agreed, running his hand through your hair before pulling away slightly. “Have you eaten and drunk anything yet, love?” he asked, keeping his tone light and casual in case you thought he was chiding you. Sometimes around your heat, it could leave you pretty distracted and you didn’t always remember to hydrate and eat before it was a full on heat.

“I had some water before you came back. I couldn’t eat anything though, feels like my stomach is rolling every time” you mumbled, grimacing at the thought of food right now.

“Hmm, okay mesh’la. How about we have a light snack and see how you feel later, huh? Will you do that for me?” he suggested, cupping your cheek and running his calloused fingertips over your cheekbone and down across your jaw.

The thought of disappointing your Alpha made you want to whine and you quickly nodded at him in acceptance. Maybe something light would help after all. Your reward was instant, as Hound beamed at your answer, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before turning to grab some supplies.

“Drink at least half of this, then I want you to lie down on my chest” he instructed, getting himself comfortable against the pile of pillows behind him. As he watched you drink down half a bottle of water, he fluffed up the pillows surrounding you in the nest, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. When you were finished, he helped guide you so that you lay with your back against his chest, so he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

“Here now, my sweetest girl, try some of this. It should help stop any nausea” he suggested, passing over little cubes of meiloorun fruit that he had brought especially just for your heat.

Leaning back into him, he plucked one of the cubes from the tray that rested in your lap, and held it up to your lips. Feeling just how much he loved you and was devoted to you by the small act, you couldn’t help but sigh and open your mouth for him. He continued to hand feed you fruit and snacks until you became full and you shook your head from his gentle fingers.

“You did so well for me, Omega. Got to make sure you have everything you need for when this heat hits” Hound smiled, pressing kisses down from your temple all the way to your chin. You tilted your head to the side, eager to let him explore more. However, before he could move, you let out a loud yawn that you tried to muffle with your hand.

It was no use, there was no way you could disguise that yawn.

Chuckling, Hound shuffled down the nest, getting comfortable as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides. “How about we take a little nap, mesh’la? It’ll help you feel a bit better” he suggested, already hearing the way your breaths started to even out and relax more for him.

“’Kay, but only for a bit” you mumbled, fighting another yawn as you finally felt safe. You were at home, in your nest with Hound wrapped around you and you knew that if something was to come through that door, then he’d protect you. Purring in delight and safety, you finally succumbed to sleep.

When you woke up, it was to the feeling of being too warm, your skin felt hot and sticky against the blankets and you felt so uncomfortable. An ache was rolling in your stomach and you buried your head into the chest underneath you, trying to get comfortable. You knew your heat had well and truly started, as you could feel the slick spread between your thighs and a burning need was starting to creep up your spine.

“Hound” you whined, biting your lip and brushing your nose against his scent gland. The flood of his unique smell had you pressing even closer into your trooper. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that was impossible to find anywhere on Coruscant. But it clung to him like a second skin and you couldn’t help but breath him in deeper.

Hound woke with a snort, eyes blinking rapidly as he woke up suddenly, ready to face whatever was going on. He looked down to see you practically rolled on top of him, your leg hooked around his waist as you buried your face into his neck, letting out quiet sighs. Oh, you were definitely in heat now, he could smell your scent flood the room. The sweet smell of peaches, vanilla and roses on a warm summers day filled the bedroom, and he knew without having to see your face that it wouldn’t be long before the cramps flared up again.

“Shh, it’s alright mesh’la, I’m here. I’ve got you” Hound whispered, stroking up and down your back as he resettled you into his side. The heat coming from you was like a furnace, and already he could feel a thin layer of sweat settling in between you both.

“Please!” you growled, feeling consumed by the heat. Your thighs rubbed together, trying to stave off the arousal that was beginning to drip from you. Already that ache and need was becoming insistent, and you couldn’t help the whine that slipped out at the pain that was starting to build as well.

“Lets get you out of these clothes, huh?” he suggested, pushing himself up onto his knees and gripping the hem of your pyjama shirt. It clung to your skin as he pulled it over your head, and you shivered, burying yourself back into the soft fabrics of your nest. “Nearly done, sweet girl. Lift your hips up for me” Hound instructed, the soothing baritone of his voice helped calm down the instinctual urge to just push him on his back and mount him.

Pushing your hips up, you felt his long, calloused fingers slide beneath the waistline and pull them down off your legs. The material was soaked through with your arousal at the crotch, and it clung to your pussy lips until Hound tugged them free. Groaning, you couldn’t help but let your legs fall open for him, glad to be naked and free from any restrictive clothes.

“Kriffing hells, my little Omega, you’re soaked” Hound cursed, eyes zeroing in on your glistening folds. He stepped out of the nest for a moment, which made you let out a displeased growl. “Just taking these off, mesh’la. It’s okay” he soothed, stripping his blacks off.

He handed them back to you and you focused on putting them in the perfect spot, right by your head so you could be surrounded by his scent and his warmth. Fluffing them out a bit and making sure they were just right was all you could focus on at the moment, needing the nest to be absolutely perfect for you and your Alpha during your heat.

“That’s perfect, my good little Omega, that’s the perfect spot. Can I come back into your nest now?” he asked, a small adoring smile on his face at seeing how you wanted to be surrounded by him. A part of it he knew was your Omega instinct, another part reminded that you were also like this when not ruled by them.

Not wanting to be away from him any longer than you had to, you reached for him, pulling him into the nest now that you had deemed it right. “Hound” you groaned, running your hands over his defined chest to his shoulders before you reached for the bun at the top of his head and pulled it out. His long curls came cascading down, and you soaked in the little sight of pleasure that Hound released at the feel of his hair being free.

Leaning into him, you wrapped an arm around his neck, lowering him down to you until your lips brushed together. It was an electric kiss, and you couldn’t help when your tongue flicked against the seam of his mouth, or when he opened them for you so you could lick into his mouth. Running your tongue over his teeth and swallowing his deep moans, you let out a purr of contentment, as his hands squeezed at your hips, holding you close.

“Lie down, ad’ika” he murmured, barely pulling away enough to get the words out as your lips brushed against each other.

Hound helped lie you on your back, and you whined, running your hands up and down his powerful arms. You wanted him closer to you. “Please, want to feel you” you pouted, knowing he couldn’t resist you when you were looking at him with lust blown eyes.

Hound nodded, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of your head. He ran his fingers through the strands of your hair, pushing it away from your face before curling them around his fingers and pulling slightly. It wasn’t a hard pull but it resulted in you gasping, legs sliding against his as you looked up into his beautiful oak-coloured eyes.

“Mesh’la” he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from you as he felt his cock twitch at the warm, wet heat that was pressed against it. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. Fill you with his cum. Shaking his head, he leaned down to press another kiss to you, this one more passionate as he let out a deep rumble in his chest.

“Alpha!” you breathed, eyes sliding shut at the noise and you ran your hands down his back, feeling the dips and hills of his muscles as he shifted over you. Sighing, you felt him lay kisses along your cheeks, skirting the edge of your jaw before descending down the column of your neck. He tilted your head further back to give him access and you let out an answering moan while his warm, talented lips sucked marks down your neck. He grazed his teeth just over the mating bite he had left on your neck, soothing it with his tongue as you cried out, thighs clamping around his hips at the burst of pleasure that shot through you at his touch.

It was always a sensitive spot on you, and it was of the upmost disgrace if anyone but your mate touched it. Hound enjoyed running his nose along the mark, especially as it always had you writhing in his lap and the sweet smell of your slick punctuating the air. The one on his own neck was always a place he covered up, just in case anyone would see he had a mate and he didn’t want anyone but you touching it. Every time you ran your fingers over the bite or pressed soft kisses along it, he was putty in your hands.

“Stay still for me, Omega, can you do that?” he ordered, pulling slightly on your hair to get you to focus on him. He smiled as you nodded, and he rewarded you with a quick peck on your lips before he pressed kisses all the way down your body. He sucked marks on the curve of your breasts, right where your chest band would sit so you would be reminded of him when your heat dissipated. His fingers tickled down your sides and you giggled, flinching away from his playful touch.

Hound chuckled against your belly, blowing a raspberry on your skin and enjoying the laughter you let out at that. It was so good to hear you happy and having fun, it fed his Alpha instincts to know you were so comfortable with him.

“Alpha!” you grumbled, urging him to get on with it.

“Sorry, mesh’la” he grinned, nipping at your side before sliding down the bed, setting himself between your thighs. He couldn’t help but growl at the intense scent of you hit his nose, it was so strong he could almost taste your slick on his tongue before he even had a chance to move. Nuzzling into your inner thigh, he let out a small sigh before he placed a kiss there.

The ache inside of you was becoming too distracting, and you needed him to get a move on otherwise you would combust. Reaching for his long curls, you tugged on them, bucking your hips up into his face.

“Now, now, my pretty Omega, I said stay still” he chided, hands gliding up from your knee to your thighs. He squeezed the thick flesh in his hands before pushing them open, spreading you wide for him. “Don’t want me to get the cuffs, do you?” he asked, sending you a flirty look from between your legs.

“Kriff! No! I’m sorry” you whined, shaking your head as you tried to stop the rush of want and need that hit you at the sight of him between your spread legs. As you were pulling your hand away from his head, Hound shook his head and reached to stop you, hand enclosing around your wrist.

“No Omega, you can pull my hair. Want to know how much you enjoy it when I get a taste of this delicious cunt” he smirked, giving your wrist a soft squeeze before he went back to work at the apex of your legs.

As you were covered in your own arousal, your heat making you even more drenched than usual, Hound kitten licked around your core. He never ventured too close to where you wanted him, just licking up and tasting the sweet juices that had run from you during your sleep.

Just as you pulled sharply at his head to direct him where you wanted him, Hound slid his fingers between your folds and peeled you open for him. He growled lowly at the sight of how wet you are for him, and he couldn’t help but dive right in. His talented tongue flicked at your clit briefly before falling to your entrance, determined to collect and taste the sweet nectar from the source.

You cried out, hips bucking against his face as he feasted on you. The wet sounds of your desire and the slurping of his mouth was filthy, and if you weren’t already in heat, you’d feel your cheeks flush at the noise. But it was all you could do to hold onto him, your hand coming to clench at the soft blankets and pillows near your head. “Hound! More!” you begged, as he ran his tongue around your entrance, stretching you open on his tongue first.

“Greedy girl” he chuckled, before shooting you a filthy look. His mouth was covered in your arousal, some had even reached his nose. The pupil of his dark eyes were blown, only a small slither of brown showing around his pupil. But he bit his lip playfully before his mouth fell to your bundle of nerves he had until now, ignored.

“FUCK!” you shouted, as Hound lathered your clit with attention, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his shoulders pushed your legs even wider. It seemed like he wanted to drown in your juices, and you believed he could. You felt so slick down there, both his saliva and your own arousal mixing. Heats with Hound was always powerful, messy but extremely satisfying.

“That’s a good girl, let me hear you” Hound purred, the vibrations sending licks of pleasure up your spine at the feel of them against your clit. He pressed two fingers into your soaked entrance, and you whined at the intrusion. Because of his mouth and how wet you was, they glided inside of you. He let out a moan of appreciation as he began curling his fingers up and down, searching for that spot inside of you.

A large gush of arousal spilled out from his fingers as he found it, and you rocked your hips against his hands, chasing the feeling. Gasping at every brush against your sensitive spot, you were surprised when Hound pressed down on your lower stomach, right where your pubic bone was. Instantly everything felt magnified. His fingers felt bigger, the waves of ecstasy he was showing you against your clit felt like it was dialled to a thousand and he kept up the motion – holding you down and fucking you on his fingers.

Tugging at his hair, you tried to writhe under his hand but he was too strong. He kept you in place, licking around his fingers for a moment before returning to your clit. He increased his pace, a third finger sliding in to join the others as he fucked you on his hand.

The sounds that were coming from you would have had you embarrassed at any other time, but right now, in the middle of your heat, you didn’t give a damn. Hound was making you feel so good, made you want to spread your legs more so he could get closer to you.

The coil inside of you was getting tighter and tighter, leaving you gasping and calling out his name. You didn’t think you would be able to stop the inferno that would rip through you if you fell over the edge of pleasure. “Alpha!” you whined, eyes scrunching up as you tried to last a little longer.

“Cum for me, Omega. Cum for me” Hound growled against your clit, fucking you faster with his three fingers.

His words were all you needed as you screamed, every muscle in your body tightening at your release. Waves and waves of hot, boiling pleasure burnt through your veins, and you could barely register that you were clutching and shaking at Hound, fingers still buried tight inside of your cunt.

“Shh, that’s my good girl. You’re so beautiful when you cum, nearly made me finish as well. Love you, my beautiful girl, my wonderful Omega” Hound praised, raining kisses along your face and temples as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your shuddering entrance.

The soft reassuring tones of his voice helped you come back to reality, as he held you against him, whispering praise all along. Warm, strong hands ran up and down your sides as he pressed lingering kisses to the crown of your head.

When you send a short questioning chirp to him, Hound relaxed even more, burying his face against your neck. “You did so well for me, love. How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, content to go at your pace, even though his cock was throbbing for attention.

“Good, so good, Alpha, butt… it’s not enough. Can feel it building again. I need you to knot me” you mumbled, resting a hand on your stomach and already feeling the tightening of muscles underneath your palm.

“Alright, pretty girl, I’ll knot you. Going to tie us together until there’s no way you won’t be carrying my pups” he swore, pulling himself up onto his knees over you. He stared down at you with such a loving look that you blushed, flicking at his leg. He chuckled, unable to stop admiring how perfect you were for him, how beautiful you looked lost in your pleasure. The pleasure that he had created inside of you.

However his chuckle was cut short as your hand slid down his chest, circling his nipple before trailing down his stomach and running through the little hairs underneath his belly button. Your hand slid lower, gripping his velvety hard length and realising that he was spilling pre-cum down his shaft. Sitting up a little, you spat on your palm before taking him once more in your hand. Hound let out a loud groan, his bucking up into your hand.

As you pumped his solid length, you could feel the way he twitched beneath your fingers. On every up stroke you would twist around his head, and Hound struggled now to reach out to grab you, instead twisting his hands into the blankets. With every stroke downwards, you felt the swelling at the base of his cock, his knot beginning to form to lock you two together.

“Mesh’la, baby, stop” Hound panted, hands coming to grip your wrist to stop your fun. You shot him a pout and he chuckled breathlessly. “Keep doing that Omega, and I’ll be finished before I even get inside of you” he reminded, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Want you inside of me” you agreed, nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s what I thought, turn over pretty girl. Hands and knees, little Omega” he instructed, voice dropping low with a hint of Alpha in it.

It had you moving quickly, turning around on your hands and knees and presenting yourself to him. You angled your hips, making sure that he could see just how soaked and swollen you were for him.

“Stars! You look so pretty like this, my beautiful Omega. I can’t believe you picked me to be your Alpha” he breathed in awe, running his hands over the globes of your ass before spreading them for his eyes only. Yes, he was one lucky bastard having you like this all to himself.

“Alpha! Hound! I love you” you reminded him, his words cutting through the fog in your head just enough that you could hear the self-deprecating in it. Your Hound was always thinking that others were better than him, it had been drummed into him since a cadet on Kamino. But you didn’t believe that, he was amazing and special and handsome and yours. And you wouldn’t stop telling him that until he believed you.

“Love you too, mesh’la” he smiled softly, leaning over you to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “Spread your knees a little wider for me, that’s a good girl” he praised, positioning you just how he wanted you to and making sure you were comfortable.

Sighing, you rested your head on the pillows that was soaked in the scent of you and Hound, and you reached behind you to entwine your fingers with those on your hip. It felt so right to have him like this, to be ready for him to fuck you and knot you. The heat would last for a few more days until it sputtered out, but just feeling this close to Hound, having him take care of you and be your Alpha. It meant more to you than he probably knew.

Hound gave a low grunt as he pumped his cock a couple of times before lining himself up against your entrance. Feeling the squeeze of your fingers around his in consent, he began to push his length inside of you. He went steady, not wanting to hurt you as well as not wanting to blow his load too soon. You felt incredible around him. The soft, warm, velvety clutch of your walls around his length had him gritting his teeth, trying to control himself.

“Alpha!” you whined, shoving your hips back as he was taking too long. Hound let out a loud groan, hands squeezing your hips to still you. It did nothing but encourage you, and you spread your legs wider to hand him pressed closer against you.

“Kriff! Karking hells, baby” he hissed, eyes squeezed closed as he took in deep breaths. You were so tight around him, even though he had opened you up. It felt like lava was pressed around him, he needed a moment just to catch his breath. “You okay, Omega?” he asked, running a soothing hand up your spine.

“Will be when you move, come on Alpha. I need your knot, please” you cried, burning desire racing through you at the memories of his knot locking you together.

Hound growled, hands squeezing your hips tightly before he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into you. “Greedy little thing, I’ll give you what you need. Only when I’m ready” he said, voice slipping into Alpha tone that had you whimpering and baring your neck for him. Hound didn’t waste the chance, falling over your back and sucking marks along your neck.

You cried out as the position forced his cock deeper inside of you. With every thrust in he was grinding against you, making you clutch at the sheets beneath you to try and hold onto something. Feeling teeth graze your neck, you whined, nodding and hoping he knew you granted permission.

It seemed Hound did because he bit down onto your neck, not enough to break the skin but enough that it would leave a mark come morning. Pulling back, content he had marked you up once more, he began to really fuck into you. Hips driving you further up the nest as he continued to thrust inside your clenching hole with powerful and hard movements.

With every thrust inside of you, pressing deep inside of your core, you could feel his knot swelling, getting bigger and bigger with each roll of his hips. You wanted it so badly, you couldn’t help but buck your hips back into him, hoping it would catch with each slam of his cock inside of you.

Hound couldn’t help the broken moan that fell from his lips as he felt your walls clenching tightly around him. He knew it wouldn't be long, he could already feel his knot swelling and catching on your rim. But he wanted to hear you as you came around him. Twisting his fingers into your hair, he gripped the hair close to your scalp and pulled. The reward was instantaneous, you clenched tight around him and a loud cry of his name fell from your lips.

“Want to hear you” he panted out, pounding into your drenched hole.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” you sobbed out, eyes scrunched shut as you felt your release approaching. With every broken cry forced out of you with his powerful thrusts, you were getting closer and closer to your edge.

“That’s it little Omega, can feel you shaking around me. Go on, cum! Cum for your Alpha” he growled, hand sliding between you to rub at the bundle of nerves that was swollen from his attention.

You were just on the edge, struggling to be pushed over enough to finally reach your orgasm. “Alpha!” you moaned, tears slipping from your face as he grunted in your ear.

“Cum for me, Omega, and I’ll give you my knot” he whispered, words hot and heavy against your ear.

It sent you hurtling over the edge, waves and waves of pleasure washing through you at the way he touched you and encouraged you on. Through your shuddering, you could feel the way that Hound’s knot was catching on your rim. With one, two, three more thrust, it had caught inside of you. Hound hissed out, grinding his cock deep into your quivering channel and shooting his load as he shook above you.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, toppling you onto your side with him while you were still locked together. Hound pulled your hair away from your neck, placing his head there and sighing softly. You smiled, one arm holding the hands around your waist, the other coming to stroke through his long strands. It was perfect, the both of you coming down from your highs, only the sounds of your ragged breathing and racing hearts between you.

When your breathing returned to normal, you turned to look at Hound as best as you could. “I love you, you know that right? I wouldn’t have picked anyone else but you, Hound” you admitted quietly, dragging your fingers over his scalp.

The answering rumble from his chest made you grin, but you needed him to know just how special he was. He buried his head into your neck, pressing a light kiss to one of the marks that he had put there. “I know, I love you too” he breathed, squeezing you tighter to him.

“Good, and I’ll keep telling my big, brave Alpha that until he listens” you teased, the grin breaking into a smile now.

Hound rolled his eyes, nose scrunched up at the words. “God you sound like something from the holonet” he grumbled, shaking his head. Listening to your giggles, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Keeping one hand still wrapped around you, Hound reached for the water bottles and snacks he had set up in easy reach. “Drink this for me, love” he instructed, opening the bottle for you and handing it over.

Eagerly you drunk it down, the water soothing against your throat. It helped centre you a bit more, and you didn’t realise how thirsty you was until Hound was taking the empty bottle from you. “Thanks, I guess I needed that” you muttered, leaning back into his chest. He passed you some of your snacks, keen to keep you full in more ways than one. All these caring actions made your heart flutter in your chest and you ducked your head as you thanked the stars for throwing Hound into your path.

“Got to keep your energy levels up, mesh’la. We’ve got 3 more days of this” he reminded, kissing your shoulder. He cursed when he tried to shift his hips into a more comfortable position. “Kriff, next time I want you to ride me. At least then I can see your pretty face” he grumbled, feeling his knot tug on your pussy.

You whined, gritting your teeth at the feeling of him moving. It flared up some of the latent heat that had been waiting in your core, ready for the next round. “Hound!” you growled, tapping his thigh to keep him still.

“Sorry mesh’la, just wanted to hold you properly while you eat and drink. Want to take care of you properly” Hound apologised, wincing as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides.

“You always take care of me, Hound. Next time we’re face to face because I want to see your pretty face too” you cooed, turning around to brush your lips against his cheeks.

“Alright, alright. That’s the next plan of action. But first finish your snacks” he insisted, pulling you tighter against his chest and sighing heavily as he relaxed back into your nest.

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