#clone trooper Screw

[ct-7045]

/\ Screw's comm started flashing, signalling an incoming message. He glanced at Tup and Dogma, seated across from him at the mess table, as he pushed the button.

A brother's voice said, "Alright, everyone to the briefing room in ten minutes. We just received our new mission."

Screw shoved the rest of his food in his mouth as he grabbed his tray and followed his vode to dispose of it. Dogma led them into the hallway, all three donning their helmets.

"Wonder where we're going this time," Tup mused.

"Hopefully somewhere with a good climate. That mud last time was horrible," Screw replied. Dogma nodded in agreement.

They joined the flow of brothers heading to the large briefing room, finding seats on the hard grey benches next to Jesse, Hardcase, and Kix. Hardcase eagerly greeted them, and they could hear the Dominoes quarreling about something behind them.

Eventually, Captain Rex stood, quieting the boisterous troopers. "Listen up," he said. "All of you are probably aware that General Skywalker and Commander Tano are away on Jedi Council business. So, we've been assigned to another Jedi in the meantime. Everyone, meet General Valeria Eldar."

A short, blonde woman stood, wearing pieces of blue Mandalorian armor and with two lightsabers at her hips.

A Mandalorian? Screw wondered. I thought Jedi and Mandalorians didn't like each other. Well, I guess there is that one rumor about Obi-Wan. Eh. Whatever.

Valeria's emerald eyes twinkled as she took off her helmet, painted with an elegant design.

《@jedi-mom :)》

[salubriousbean]

Hi, Bean!

I have no idea how much requests you have gotten already, so feel free to ignore this one. But i was thinking maybe you star wars OC trying (enjoying?) some ice-cream?

Aaah yes! Here is my silly little sketch of him, I'm not really happy with how the pose turned out, I dunno how to fix it but it gets the point across. Here you go!

His name is Screw :)

Thank you for the request!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 (And sorry this took so long to post akdhajjsja)

(@ct-7045 [his rp blog])

[psychicotaku182]

Look, I get it's called Star Wars, but can someone in this galaxy have a happy life? Can just one of my favorites just have a good time? I promise, I am sad enough for them, let them live!!

[musewrangler]

His son’s presence in the Force bloomed warm and strong. Anakin reveled in that as Luke sprinted to his side.

“Piett?” Anakin asked curtly, not having breath for more detail.

“Safe with your old army buddies,” Luke replied. “We’re going to have some explaining to do.”

Anakin was darkly amused at the description of the clones as ‘army buddies’. He was fully aware that Fox would turn his blaster on Anakin at any given moment. Hells, it was possible that Cody would beat him to it.

“We should split up,” Anakin panted. “Come at him from two directions…”

“He already knows we’re both here,” Luke shot back. “I’m not leaving you.”

The loyalty which Anakin didn’t deserve was like strong wine in the Force.

“Besides,” the boy continued, “Didn’t you say that—-”

<Dark One,> announced the Lady in his mind. <I have arrived.>

[lifeofclonewars]

And here's the AO3 link to the drabble, if you'd prefer that :)

[ct-7045]

Classified, eh? Must be important.

Well anyways, you got any favorite foods? The 501st is always looking for new things to try whenever we can.

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[Unknown Sender: "Screw"]

Why hello there, I'm Screw, of the 501st. I've never heard of a force sensitive clone before! But it's nice to run into other vode out there on the holonet. You been up to anything interesting, wherever you're stationed currently?

@ct-7045

Where am I stationed at the moment ? Classified

[stonegoldsxcrxt]

I have a lot of emotions about the fact that the only era where troopers were actually volunteers serving of their own volition was during the ot. obviously in the prequels the clones are created to essentially just be sheer numbers on the battlefield (though they are people that’s obviously not how they’re seen) and then by the time of the sequels the first order was literally stealing babies to force into the service when they grew up. like how fucked up is that and how fucked up is it we have yet to see a clone rebellion or a stormtrooper rebellion

[engagemythrusters]

hehe finally got around to doodlin my Guy... all, meet Sergeant Handsanitizer!

fun things about sgt handsanitizer of the 116th:

he eats oranges skin-on

he has been exploded once

he knits VERY badly, but makes all his troopers scarves, anyway (they wear them out of politeness and fear)

he once nearly died because he tried to take a selfie with a blurrg (it almost ate him)

he has dyed his hair puce by mistake

accidentally drank hand sanitizer thinking it was a vodka when he was fresh off kamino (his medic hates him)

he slept through the purge

his greatest vexation is that he does not know how many worms fit inside his commander's bucket (his latest guess is five hundred.)

[nukebag]

I think that instead of a force ghost it would be like infinitely cooler if by some sith dark magic fives got reanimated as a funky skeleton man

bonus: grim reaper fives coming to absolutely obliterate palpatine

[ct-7045]

HI I JUST DISCOVERED YOUR EXISTENCE. YOU HAVE COOL ARMOR. BYE.

Oh, um, hi! I like my armor too 😁

[salubriousbean]

Marche Slav slaps guys

So I was listening to Tchaikovsky's Marche Slav and I think that Dogma would like it. And so would Tup, because the song has that sort of duality of like marching and the main theme that gives Dogma vibes and then the sort of "softer" happier dancing vibes that kinda remind me of Tup? And also Hardcase and maybe Jesse. And my OC Screw would also like Marche Slav with Dogma and Tup.

Also imagine being such a Composer that you just quote one of your other pieces in a different piece (that one bit of 1812 overture in Marche Slav) hehehe

Anyways and Hardcase would love the 1812 overture solely because of the cannons. And Wrecker would love it too (I can just hear him saying, "Hunter, it's got cannons! In the song!")

I'm trying to think of a member of the 501st who would like Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1, because that's one of my Favorites Ever (aaahh it's so beautifulllll). Maybe Rex or Echo? I'm not sure. Does anyone have any ideas?

[falconfeather23435]

soooooo…Echo is…stuck in WolfQuest AE?

Uhhhhhhhhhh see how screwed he is depends on if he’s actually still a human being & not a wolf

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[aceinthefreakinspace]

Pride Month Aspec Headcanons Day 6

Kix - The Clone Wars (2008) - Aspec

Admittedly, I have written quite a few fanfics with Kix at the center of them. no i will not be linking my ao3 on this post this blog is separate for personal reasons No matter how many times I write him, he just screams aspec to me. Particularly in the way that he just doesn't care for romance or sex and doesn't ever bother with them or trying to figure out if he falls anywhere on any sort of spectrum.

Along those lines, if he ever did feel any sort of attraction to anyone, he just brushes it aside. He's like "ah, okay" and just continues about his day. Nobody ever questions him about it and he goes about his life doin' his own thing. He's living his best life (in regards to that... let's not get into the tragedy of his story right now, I do that enough in fics lol)

Are there more specific terms to define him? Yeah, probably. He just tells everyone "I'm fine as is" if the topic ever does actually arise and that's good enough for everyone

[clu-ven]

Kissing the Bad Batch to escape from the Empire (with Rex and Cody!)

(I know the title is kinda confusing but just go with it for a second)

1.9k words ! suggestive (mainly with Crosshair) !

Looking back, when Cid said this was an “easy job”, you should have known better than to believe her. Apparently the simple supply pick-up was in a crowded city where everyone would be too busy with their own problems to even notice the Batch. In fact, the job was supposedly so easy, that there was no need to send the whole squad, just you and him.

What Cid failed to mention was that this particular planet had recently been seized by the Empire, with patrols of TK Troopers constantly on the streets, armed to the teeth and waiting for the likes of you. Thankfully, you’re able to pick up the supplies but just when you think you’re safe, a patrol of troopers comes into view. You need to think fast, knowing if they see you or his very recognisable face then you’re both screwed.

“Trust me?” you ask in a hushed whisper.

He nods his head and before he can question why, you pull him in for a kiss…

HUNTER

It’s like it happens in slow motion for Hunter and yet he’s still surprised when your lips touch his. He sees you getting closer than usual, your feet rising to your toes as you lean up. 

At first, he doesn’t quite believe this is happening. He knows why you’re doing this, that this will perfectly cover both of your faces but there’s a small part of Hunter that wonders or well, hopes that maybe there’s another reason.

The instincts he’s been trying to ignore for months finally come to the surface and Hunter leans into the kiss, a small groan coming from his throat as he does.

Afterwards, he stays close to you, his breath ghosting your neck. Hunter doesn’t want to move away from you just yet, wanting to linger in your scent for a little bit longer. 

Staying close to you helps ground him too. Since this is a pretty crowded city, you’re like a safe space for Hunter, making him feel secure as he listens out for the heavy boots of the TK Troopers or the crackling of any nearby comms going off.

Hunter doesn’t want to let this moment go but he doesn’t want to make this a big deal or turn it into something it’s not.

Despite any clear indications you give him, Hunter is still doubtful and so you’ll have to bring it up if you want to be anything more than friends.

TECH

It takes Tech a few seconds to analyse the situation but he’s quick to conclude that this is, in fact, a considerably effective method of escaping the TK Troopers.

Resting his hands on your hips, Tech manoeuvres you so you’re completely hidden, his back being the only part visible to anyone walking by.

He doesn’t necessarily relax into the kiss, too busy trying to listen out for any passing soldiers while thinking of another possible escape route if you were to potentially be caught. 

But Tech’s a great multitasker, making sure to make the kiss a worthy one while listening out for the enemies and trying to figure out a plan B, C and D. As much as he wants to get lost in this kiss, he knows this isn’t the time nor place.

Tech takes this in his stride, not letting the kiss distract him completely. Once you eventually break the kiss, Tech cautiously looks out to make sure the coast is clear. After all, there’s still a mission to be completed and until you’re both back at the ship, danger could be around any corner. 

“That was an excellent idea,” Tech praises, giving you an approving nod “the generalised uncomfortableness of interrupting a kiss is something many nat-born, TK Troopers will feel, often preferring to ignore the couple than interrupt them… yet another reason why they’re inferior to the clone army but that’s a conversation for another day”.

He doesn’t want to dwell on the kiss, preferring to immediately friendzone himself for you in the hopes of avoiding any miscommunications or awkwardness. 

WRECKER

Wrecker isn’t really shocked, he’s more confused. With your lips on his, you can basically hear him hum a muffled “huh?!” against you.

Although he has no idea what to do while you’re kissing him, Wrecker is quick to melt into the kiss, pushing his confusion to the side and wanting to simply enjoy the moment. 

Honestly, he’s just happy to be here so he lets you take the lead. Wrecker keeps his hands down by his side, letting you make any other moves as well as letting you decide when to break off the kiss.

Wrecker doesn’t want to be the one to pull away, wanting to savour your lips on his while he can. Hell, if you keep kissing him for the next half hour, Wrecker has no problem staying here and doing exactly that. 

“What was that for?” he asks when the kiss is finally over, a wide grin on his face. 

Expect everyone to know about this when you get back to the ship. Even if Wrecker tries to keep this to himself, he can’t, needing some advice from his brothers on what to do next 

(and there’s a part of him that wants to brag about kissing you).

ECHO

A million thoughts race through Echo’s mind. Are you doing this to evade the troopers…or is there a part of you that’s been waiting for a moment like this? While his body freezes for a few seconds, his lips thankfully begin to kiss you back.

He’s very respectful, not trying to deepen the kiss or make any potentially risky moves. The last thing Echo wants to do is overstep a boundary.

Suddenly Echo finds himself paranoid about things that have never crossed his mind prior to this. Are his lips chapped? What does he do with his hand? Would it be weird to hold your waist? He doesn’t get to the answers of those questions, as the kiss comes to an end all too soon.

When you pull away from him and check to see if the troopers have moved on, it takes Echo a few seconds to kick back into gear, his brain foggy with desire. 

When you both begin the walk back to the ship, Echo keeps you in the corner of his eye, wanting to say so much to you but with no idea how.

He knows this is a golden opportunity to confess his feelings for you but every time he opens his mouth to say something, the words get stuck in his throat.

In the end, he decides to swallow his feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship by confessing his desire to be more.

Even rotations after the kiss, Echo can’t stop thinking about the sensation of your lips on his. His mind keeps trailing back to that moment, yearning to relive it… but do you want the same thing?

(I know it doesn’t really work story wise but I just had to include Crosshair, Rex and Cody in these too lol!)

CROSSHAIR

When you kiss him, the first thing that pops into Crosshair’s head is that he needs to one up you. If you think you can surprise him with a kiss, then he’ll take it further, leaning into you until you begin to walk backwards. 

When a wall presses against your back, Crosshair uses his arms to cage you in and further obscure your face from anyone passing.

He doesn’t shy away from the kiss, his tongue teasingly running along your lower lip... but that’s all he does; tease. 

Crosshair likes to tease you, to see if you’ll rise to the bait and take it one step further. It’s like a game you two play and he can’t get enough of it. 

He pulls away first, making you crave for more. Checking to see if the coast is clear, he gives you a firm nod before continuing back to the ship.

Afterwards, Crosshair keeps his cards close to his chest. He doesn’t really acknowledge the kiss, not making a typical sarcastic remark about it but not saying anything pleasant either. 

In all honesty, Crosshair doesn’t know how to feel. He hasn’t felt this way about someone before and it’s weirdly intimidating for him. Crosshair isn’t sure what this feeling is but if you don’t mention the kiss, he’ll go back to his usual teasing self in no time.

REX

Rex forgets how to breathe. While you close your eyes, Rex’s eyes go wide open, utterly stunned by your actions. His whole body tenses as he starts to process what you’re doing.

Rex has faced many distractions on the battlefield, kriff, he’s even had siths play mind tricks on him and yet this kiss is by far the most effective distraction.

The only thing he can think about is you and how badly he’s wanted this for so long. His hand twitches, wanting to cup your face but he stops himself, not wanting to overstep.

Instead, he compromises with his doubts and simply takes your hand in his.

Rex could never entertain the idea of you and him being anything more than friends during his service to the Republic but what’s stopping you two now? He’s not sure what to do, too many emotions swiftly coming to the forefront. 

Rex has to pull his gaze away from your lips afterwards, completely overthinking each move he makes and being extremely cautious not to make this weird.

He might seem distant when you get back to the ship but it’s not because he didn’t like the kiss. It’s the opposite actually and now he needs to figure out how to approach you about the possibility of you two ever becoming more than friends.

CODY

This isn’t what Cody expected when you asked him to trust you but he admires your bold move. Usually, he isn’t too eager to show affection in public but since you’re already kissing him, he decides to throw caution to the wind and fully embrace the moment.

He’s quick to follow suit, deepening the kiss as he pulls you flush against him. He knows why you’re doing this but there seems to be a lot of passion in a kiss that’s apparently just supposed to be a quick escape plan.

This can very quickly turn into a mini make-out session, both of you getting caught up in each other. This attraction between you and the Commander has been building for quite a while now and neither of you feel like backing down, the kiss overcoming you both.

Out of everyone, Cody is the quickest to realise you didn’t do this purely to evade the troopers and that there’s more to this. While Cody can be modest and he definitely thinks you can do better than him, he can’t ignore the signs that you may like him more than you’re letting on.

Immediately afterwards, he might seem a little cold but he’s not doing that on purpose. After all, you’re still in immense danger and need to get back to the ship ASAP so until then, Cody is still in ‘Commander’ mode.

When you’re both safe and onboard the ship, Cody brings up the kiss. He knows that if he doesn't talk this out with you now that he’ll just put it off out of fear of making things awkward. 

Cody is determined to find out if the kiss meant something to you and if you feel the same way about him as he does you.

[mandos-mind-trick]

The Red Dress

Summary: They may have your attention, but it's his fingers inside you under the table.

Pairing: Fives x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, drinking, alcohol, Fives being cocky, confession of feelings, just a little jealousy

A/N: I've never written for Fives before so please bear with me. Welcoming myself back from my break with a bang, pun intended. I am also utilizing medic!reader once more just because I can.

MASTERLIST

The first time he sees you in that dress, he knows he’s screwed.  

He has Kix to thank for everything. He had been the one to convince you to come out with them in the first place. You, the 501st’s new medic, who had quickly won the hearts of the entire legion with your gentle touches and soft reassurances. You who asked their names and remembered them. You with that infectious smile, and the soft laugh that rang out at even the lamest jokes. 

They had all mutually agreed they would start a war for you. 

Fives was no less enamored with you than his brothers. You laughed at his jokes, and got shy when he lightly teased and flirted. He had once asked you to kiss his freshly bandaged wound, entirely joking, but he’ll never forget how you raised his arm to press a soft kiss to the bandage. 

His stomach still flips thinking about it. 

He hadn’t been expecting you to join them on shore leave. They were headed to 79s as usual, waiting on a few stragglers, including Kix. He hadn’t been expecting you to be following the medic down the ramp, but as soon as he sees you, he forgets all his impatience. 

His eyes widen, jaw going slack as you slowly make your way down the ramp. The others notice, turning to see just what’s caught his attention.

The dress is a little satin number that hugs every curve and slope of your body perfectly. The thin straps and sloping neckline reveal more skin than he’s ever seen before, the hem falling halfway down your thighs. 

It’s also red. 

A deep, sinful red that Fives already knows is going to draw the gaze of everyone in the bar. His hands tighten into fists, his pants tightening just a bit as well. 

“I didn’t think you’d mind if I invited our favorite medic along.” Kix says, drawing his attention, and everyone else’s. 

“No.” Hardcase says, the vision of you in the dress having silenced even him. “Not at all.” 

Fives resists the urge to punch Hardcase as he slips an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the transport. 

This is going to be a long night. 

***

Fives had been right in his prediction that you would gain the attention of the entire bar. He was quick to notice just how much you shied from the attention, but he knew he and his brothers were not going to share. 

They squish you into the center of the booth, silently glaring away any trooper, shiny or not, that even glances your way. You seem happily unaware of it as you sit between Jesse and Tup. They’re laying it on thick, Jesse’s arm stretched across the back of the booth behind you. 

Fives’ hand tightens around his glass as Jesse leans in, saying something quietly to you. You get that bashful look on your face again, fingers trailing through the condensation on your glass. You’ve barely finished one glass of the cheap beer the bar provided to the clones. 

Fives gets his moment when Tup excuses himself from the table for a bathroom break and Jesse is sent to the bar for the next round. He quickly shuffles into the booth next to you, so close you’re almost touching. You turn to look at him, eyes shining in the dim light above the table. 

“You alright?” He asks, leaning in a bit so you can hear him over the music. “Are they making you uncomfortable?” 

You shake your head. “No, they’re sweet, I’ve just...had my gaze on someone else for a while.” 

He tilts his head as he stares down at you. “Anyone I know?” 

“Well, he’s a clone.” You say, giving him a cute little smile. 

“Right. That narrows it down.” Fives nods. 

“He’s an ARC trooper.” You continue. 

“Narrows it down more.” Fives says, leaning his arm on the table so he can lean in closer. 

“He’s funny and smart and one of the bravest men I’ve ever met.” You stare up into his eyes, searching for something. “He has the sweetest brown eyes, and a cute little wrinkle between his brows when he frowns.” Your gaze drops to his lips. “He has a goatee, and a tattoo, and quite the unique nickname.” 

Fives smirks, slipping his arm across the back of the booth behind you. His fingers trail along the bare skin of your shoulders, just as soft as he imagined. He leans in closer, watching the goosebumps form on your skin as he leans into your ear. You smell good, the best thing he’s ever smelled. His nose presses into your hair, smelling your sweet scent as his lips brush your ear. 

“I need to hear you say it.” He whispers, fingers tracing patterns across the back of your neck and shoulders. 

You turn your head just slightly, hand dropping to his thigh. “You.” You say it just audible above the thump of the music playing. “It’s you.” 

Fives smirks, pulling back a bit as Jesse returns to the table. Despite the goosebumps on your skin, it’s warm to the touch, Fives brushing your cheek gently as he pulls his arm away. He’s pressed right up against you, his hand slipping under the table to rest against your knee. 

“Tell me to stop.” He says quietly, Jesse taking his spot next to you once more. 

You give him a look that speaks a thousand words, a look he didn’t think you were capable of. He’s glad the table hides everything as his pants suddenly get very tight. You turn your attention to Jesse as he starts speaking to you, Fives getting a refill on his glass and yours as Rex passes around the new pitcher. 

His hand slowly begins to slip higher up your leg, fingers tracing the soft skin. Your legs widen just slightly for his hand, speaking volumes as you continue to entertain Jesse’s story. 

He bites back a groan as he finds the damp fabric between your legs. It’s a bit much to call them underwear, a lacy little number he wants to slip into a pocket later. He rubs you over your panties, your hips shifting just slightly. You disguise it as you reach for your glass, taking another sip of beer. 

He watches the way your hand tightens just slightly around the glass as he pushes the fabric to the side, trailing his fingers along your pussy. He joins in on the conversation as he sinks a finger into your tight heat, your hips shifting just slightly again to give him room. 

You’re good at hiding it, moving subtly with the conversation as he and Jesse go back and forth. If Jesse looked down, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out where his hand is, but thankfully he’s just a little too drunk to be aware of his surroundings. 

You clench tightly around his finger as the rest of the table joins into the conversation, recounting a story of some mission they’d gone on months ago, before you’d joined them. He can see your skin starting to get dewy with sweat, your breath picking up just slightly. You’re soaking his hand, a second finger slipping in easily. 

He watches the column of your throat as you swallow another mouthful of beer, halfway through the glass already. Maker, he wishes he could remove his codpiece, pull you into his lap and make you sit on his cock. What he wouldn’t give to ease you under the table, have those sinful lips wrapped around him. Kriff, he’s one squeeze away from laying you out on the table and fucking you in front of his brothers and the entire bar. 

He curls his fingers inside you, your lips parting as you squeeze around him, your legs shaking under the table. You set your glass back on the table just a little too hard, gaining the attention of the others. 

“You alright, mesh’la?” Hardcase frowns at you in concern. 

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah.” Your voice is breathy, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of your face. “Just starting to feel it a bit.” 

“I didn’t peg you as a lightweight.” Tup says, having returned to the table at some point. 

You shrug, playing off the way your thighs squeeze around his hand. “Never really been much of a drinker before.” 

“Well, we’re just out here corrupting you, aren’t we?” Kix smirks, his voice deep from the alcohol. 

You’re close, your thighs squeezing around his hand as you press your hips against him. “That’s one way of putting it.” You laugh breathlessly. 

Fives curls his fingers again, your face leaning in close to his ear. You let out a quiet little whimper that nearly has him cumming in his pants. Your breath fans against his skin, his hand slipping from your underwear. Oh how he’d love to taste you on his skin. 

“Fresher.” You breathe, already sliding away from him. “Two minutes.” 

He watches you slip out of the booth, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches the others eyes follow your form until you disappear into the crowd.

Taglist:

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[reconstructwriter]

Millions of clones descend on the Jedi Temple.

Palpatine: At last! My victory!

Millions of clones promptly relocate the entire Temple over to Separatist space.

Palpatine: Wait...what?

Order 66 AU where Palpatine made one (1) fatal mistake and that was putting the Jedi into the military to whittle them down before his big damn triumph. You know. Like canon. Except that friendship is magic and love overcomes all odds and the Jedi have been right down there in the trenches saving clones, sharing their joys and griefs, and dying for them, while what's Palpatine and the Senate done for them lately, hm?

Palpatine: Execute Order 66!

Cody: . . . Yes my lord.

Cody: Welp guess we're Separatists.

Obi-Wan: We're what.

Cody: I presume you'll be taking control of the droid armies now?

Obi-Wan: What.

Cody: Or is the plan for Generals Windu or Yoda to handle that?

Obi-Wan: ... what....

Cody: Gotta say, sir, you should've done this years ago. The infiltration plot didn't need to go this long.

Obi-Wan: Infil--?

Cody: At least the rest of the war should take about a week without having to answer to the Republic's politicians.

Obi-Wan: . . . Hello, Force? It's me, Obi-Wan. I have a few questions...