A/N: Hello everyone! I had this idea to do a Captain Rex fan fic. Perhaps a short series. I know that I usually do Y/N readers but I wanted to try doing it with an OC this time. I hope you guys don’t mind it. I’ll be busy with finals so it might be some time for a part 2 of this series. I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to like and reblog please!
(gif by @sergeant-hunter)
“You’re staring again.”
Rex tensed at the voice, turning to face his General. Anakin was smirking, having caught the clone Captain watching the Chief Engineer and Mechanic working on one of the fighter ships again.
“Sorry, sir.” Rex apologized before standing straight. “Is there anything I can do for you, General?”
“Relax, Rex. We’ve completed our mission with ease, and are heading back planetside.” Anakin then glanced at the Chief. “How many times have I caught you staring today? 8? Why don’t you just talk to her?”
Anakin noticed Rex’s silence, sensing his hesitation and desire battling within the clone. Whenever the Captain was near the engineer, Rex’s aura grew with many emotions bubbling to the surface. Anakin noticed excitement, nervousness, intrigue and admiration.
clone characters saying “i love you” during sex (my headcanons)
a/n: soft!clones 🥺🥺🥺
afab reader
warnings: sexual content
hunter lets out a low groan as everything starts to hit him at once, suddenly feeling like his body is on fire with the way your nails rake down his back and your soft moans sound in his ear, vibrating through his overstimulated senses. you cup his face and thread your fingers through his messy hair. “shh, just breathe,” you whisper sweetly. his cock slows inside of you, and he tilts his head to kiss you harder, his gaze heavy-lidded when he pulls back. “fuck, i love you,” he murmurs, pushing himself so deep that you gasp, clutching him tight. “hunter…!”
tech slides into you slowly, feeling your walls stretch out around him to pull him in deeper. his gaze softens as he stares down at you, watching you inhale a sharp breath that pairs with the squeeze of your fingertips around his biceps. he’s waiting for you to give him the all clear to start moving, but he looks like his mind is somewhere else even though his touch strokes down your cheek in patient waves. “what are you thinking?” you ask quietly. he leans close, rolling his hips forward so that your lips part under his. “how much i love you.”
wrecker pulls you into a messy bear hug as he thrusts up into you from below, bouncing your body on his heavy length. he’s so deep inside of you that all you can do is moan and drape your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder with tears of pleasure cornering your eyes. “you feel so good, baby,” he grunts and grabs your face, obsessed with your desperate, pouty expression. “mm, give me a kiss, yeah…” his mouth captures yours, parting your lips wide for him to slide his tongue over yours in a dirty caress. “god, i fuckin’ love you…”
crosshair smirks down at you as he pounds into your pussy with harsh, deliberate strokes. “look at you,” he mocks, “so pretty when you’re such a mess.” you throw your head back and breathe, “oh, fuck off.” his mouth latches onto your throat in teasing sucks as he whispers, “c’mon, you know you love me.” you cradle the back of his head, pulling him close into the crook of your neck. “not as much as you love me,” you reply. he chuckles, “true” and kisses your pulse, lowering his voice to a quiet, absentminded confession. “might love you too much.”
echo has you on your side, your bodies curled together in a tight embrace as he grunts every time you clench tight around him. his soft lips brush your skin when he says, “i love you,” and drops his head into your neck, snapping his hips harder from the fervor of his desperation. you whimper breathlessly and turn around to kiss him over your shoulder. your mouths meet in a slow, sloppy collision that sends a shudder down your spine as he murmurs, “i love you so much,” against your lips, because it’s truly not enough for him to say it just once.
wolffe intentionally drills his cock into you harder to feel you struggle to kiss him back, hungrily sliding his mouth over yours. you moan against his lips and whine, “oh, wolffe, don’t stop…” as you squeeze his large arms that frame around you protectively. he sucks in a breath and dips his head near your ear, his voice low when he says, “you can beg better than that, yeah?” you whimper and bend your knees to your chest, opening your body to his at a wider, deeper angle, desperately whispering, “please, wolffe…” he drops his head, groaning a sexy “fuck” from the way your pussy squeezes and sucks him in, but more so the sweetness in your helpless noises, the soft pleading in your eyes that stare up at him. “fuck, i love that,” he grunts, kissing you hard and slow. “i love you…”
fox doesn’t often get a chance to unwind, so it’s a blissful kind of heaven when he just leans back and moves your hips for you, fucking you onto his cock like a sex doll. he holds you with control, but he seems to be on another plane of existence, mumbling, “oh—fuck, that’s it…oh, baby, you’re so fucking tight…” you moan and drop your forehead to his, so close that both of you can feel each other’s sharp, warm pants. his eyes flutter open just slightly, softening at the sight of you. “i love you,” he whispers, kissing you. “i know i don’t say it enough…”
cody groans at how wet you are for him as he slides into you, feeling your walls pulse around him like they’ve been waiting for him to stretch them out, adjusting to his size perfectly. “fuck, i missed you…” he whispers in your ear, moving his hips back and forth, “…feels like you missed me more, though…” there’s an underlying tease in his tone even though his voice is blunt and raspy. you gasp at the pressure of his heavy thrusts, whimpering, “missed you so much, cody…” he nods slowly. “i know, baby, i’m here now…” he kisses your cheek. “i love you.”
mayday watches you fall apart under him, his gaze hungry and dark as he stares down at you through heavy-lidded eyes, never looking away. he kisses your forehead when you cry out, feeling him hit a spot that makes your vision spotty. “fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, his lips grazing your skin from each slow, dripping word of praise. “i love you,” he sighs and traces the tip of his nose down your face before fitting his mouth over yours, kissing away your whimpering response. he swallows up all of your quiet, needy sounds, keeping them all to himself.
rex loves getting to the point where your whole, naked body is just draped over his, with your tits crushed to his chest and your mouth on his. your hips sink down on his cock for a lazier pace that comes after a few orgasms, grinding down at your leisure. his calloused hands run over your waist, both of you moaning into the wet kisses that push and pull together. you pause when he cups the back of your head and looks at you, smiling absentmindedly. “what?” you blush. he draws you back in. “i love you,” he murmurs into another open-mouthed kiss.
fives presses his forehead down on yours and gasps as he slides into you. “fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, bottoming out inside of you with a deep roll of hips until there’s zero space between your bodies. he grips your chin, making sure you’re looking him in the eye when he says, “you know i love you, right?” you nod, parting your lips a bit to let out your flushed pants, squeezing him so hard that he drops his face into the crook of your neck to catch his breath. “good,” he groans, moving his hips, “‘cause we might get carried away…”
kix experiences an insane amount of pleasure just from pleasuring you; he could finish from feeling your thighs clench around his face and hearing your soft cries, “oh…kix…please…” with his tongue buried in your pussy. he always puts you first, gently lifting you onto his length as he whispers, “use me, baby, make yourself feel good…mhm, just like that…fuck, you’re so pretty…” he catches your mouth in a hungry kiss, digging his fingers into your hips. his lips are already swollen when he pulls back, breathing hard. “i love you so much…”
jesse often has to hold himself back from saying the words one too many times during intimacy. it’s like they’re falling off the tip of his tongue every time you lock eyes, staring at each other through the joining of your bodies as he fucks you desperately, grunting about how tight you feel, how soft and warm you are. you cup his face when his gaze darkens down at you, whispering right up against his lips, “you’re so deep,” and the praise hits him right where he’s weak for you. he groans and closes the distance between your lips. “god, i love you.”
hardcase throws you around in different positions as he pleases, grinning devilishly when he rolls you on top of him. this change hardly breaks the pace of his hips thrusting up into you, and his arm circles around your waist to hold you steady through the rough chaos, grabbing near your ass and love handles—really wherever he can squeeze. “you’re so fuckin’ sexy, riding me like this,” he pants, tugging you down into a sloppy kiss. “mm, i love you so much…” he moans against your lips, suddenly embracing you to stop you from pulling away.
gregor trails sneaky kisses down your back, leaning in close to speak in your ear, “aw, look at you, taking me so good.” his hips push against you from behind as he braces his arms around you, flattening your body into the bed, your stomach down and your ass up. “i love you, baby,” he rasps, dropping his face into your shoulder blade with a low moan. his voice is hoarse and a little slurred, like he’s letting out all these truths without thinking much of it, drunk and wasted on the feeling of your body under his. “you have no idea how much you mean to me.”
howzer feels himself getting close and gasps, suddenly a little sloppier with the back and forth of his hips. you cup the back of his head and gently scratch through the wavy locks of his hair, whimpering, “let it out, baby, it’s okay…” he inhales sharply and lifts his head to press your foreheads together, groaning, “oh, god—” like he’s about to fall apart, but a moment passes through where he leans into you, whispering, “i love you so fucking much,” and you’re the one who gasps this time, both from his words and the pressure of his release.
emerie gets shy in the cutest way when saying these kinds of things, burying her face into your chest as she presses warm, delicate kisses between your tits. “i love you,” she mumbles against your skin, almost letting her words get muffled if not for how close you are to her. she gently cups the underside of your breast in a caress that brings a sigh of content out from your swollen, parted lips, latching her lips around the bud of your nipple. you run your fingers through her hair, down her back that arches under your touch. “i love you more, emerie.”
||Caption written by my dear friend the lovely @eclec-tech, who also inspired a ton of Sirenian culture/lore!||
I was starting to wonder how long Eesha’s hair would have to be before Dogma figured it out! Let me explain…
Eesha is one of Pabu’s most talented artisans. She makes jewelry from the shells, pearls, and undersea treasures she and her people find while out swimming around Pabu and sells them at the bathhouse her parents run. Eesha and her people are Sirenia, Pabuan natives as at home on the island walking as they are in the water swimming. But Dogma wasn’t walking or swimming when they met.
He was sitting.
Dogma went through a lot before he came to Pabu. First that Umbara nightmare, then the time he spent in the labor camp before he and—well, that’s a story for later. When he came to Pabu, his brothers wanted him to know how much they appreciated everything he had done, so they commissioned Eesha to make him a special necklace. They wanted it to be a sort of medal for him. According to Jesse, Dogma’s face went through half the galaxy’s holoemojis before they were able to convince him that he deserved it.
So, when Eesha walked on the beach one afternoon to find the necklace she made being held by a trooper who could only be the one the boys all thought deserved a medal, she stopped to tell him, “That, uh, necklace you’ve got there is really quite striking.” She let him go on for a while about how exquisite it was and the dedication the artist must have for their craft, but she eventually confessed that she was the one who had made it. According to her, his jaw dropped. I wish I could have seen it!
Dogma and Eesha became instant friends after that. Somewhere between exploring the island together both in and out of the water, movie nights, sick days, being co-parents to Beaky the pterosaur, and talking about things neither of them ever thought they would share with another person, their friendship turned into something much deeper, like what Case and I have. Eesha even started growing her hair out, and that’s where their story gets funny!
Women in Eesha’s culture keep their hair short while they are romantically unattached and only grow it long when they are in a committed relationship to show that they are “off the menu.” My friend Aiko is also Sirenia, and I was there when she and Kix were talking about her hair being long because she grew it out for him. Dogma was there too! He even asked questions! But did he clue in when Eesha’s short and always goes-where-it-wants-to hair started becoming *long* goes-where-it-wants-to hair? No! He was completely oblivious!
It looks like he finally put two and two together and came up with…well, two! 🥰💜💕
Lyrri begins healing on the outside, but when will the other shoe drop?
Episode 1x05 | Canon Compliant to start | EchoxFem!Mercenary!OC
Notes:
PART 2 TRIGGER WARNINGS - allusion to SA and trauma, no detail
OTHER TAGS: Blood and Injury, Slow Burn, Whump, Hurt/Comfort
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7
Lyrri spent two rotations in the shitty little clinic down the street from her apartment. Run by a protocol droid and staffed by only med-droids, the first several hours were a blur of cold metal and colder bacta; she had been right in anticipating the need for a full submerged treatment. The clinic’s tank was an ancient model, probably better suited for the scrap yard than a med center, so it had taken multiple treatments to reach the same efficacy of a standard model. She knew it was already unbelievably lucky the clinic even had a tank at all, so instead of griping as the med-droids poked and prodded her back into the immersion, she just sighed and accepted the breath mask.
A small consolation was the private bunk she was given between hours long treatments; while the cot was far from comfortable, it was at least cordoned off away from the noisy lobby and trauma suites. Omega had visited twice, bounding in with that wide grin and a box of Mantell mix to share. Both times she was accompanied by the big guy, Wrecker, and they informed Lyrri of how the hand-off with the Hutts went—good, by the sound of it—and that their pilot, Tech, had already retrieved her ship from the plains.
Lyrri scrunched her nose, unsure if she heard correctly.
“How did he… I installed a proximity lock years ago–”
Wrecker had the decency to look a little sheepish behind his obvious enthusiasm, and rubbed a big hand on the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at Lyrri.
Omega didn’t seem to have the same hangups though, because she just giggled.
“Tech says that your ‘outdated’ and ‘amateurish’ locking system was ‘inefficient’ and ‘totally unacceptable’ for any ship other than a harvester mech,” she said, punctuating Tech’s insults to Lyrri's hard work with air quotes.
“How sweet of him,” Lyrri bristled, but then Wrecker cut in swiftly to placate her.
“Uhh, he also said he’d install his own system for you, military grade!” Wrecker and Omega were both looking at her with big, sweet eyes, so she let it slide. For now. She might have a few choice words for Goggles the next time she sees him.
Lyrri settled back against the lumpy cot, shifting to find a position that didn’t aggravate her itchy, nearly healed wounds. From the scans taken when she was admitted, the droids concluded she did indeed have internal trauma, from broken ribs to a collapsed lung, and a hip that must have been dislocated during the beatings but popped back, maybe after she passed out.
Omega had sat herself on the edge of the cot, swinging her legs and contentedly munching on the Mantell mix they’d brought. Lyrri regarded her with curiosity, not used to being around children. Omega couldn’t be more than eleven or twelve standard years old, tagging along with a squad of her deadly and enhanced brothers who were conspicuously not supported by the new Empire.
Lyrri nudged her shoulder and looked pointedly at the Mantell mix.
“Thought that was for me?” Omega smiled and set it in between them.
“Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. Lyrri just chuckled and reached for the snack, still wiggling a little to get comfortable. “How many more immersion treatments are the droids giving you?” Omega asked.
“One more full immersion, then I can get the hell out of here,” Lyrri said, thinking longingly of her own bed in her own apartment–still shitty, but worlds better than the clinic. Then, she remembered how empty her accounts currently were. “Kark, I don’t know how I’m going to pay for this,” she muttered.
Omega looked up, confused. “The Mantell mix?”
Lyrri snorted, and ruffled her short hair. “Nah kid, the clinic.” The droid who admitted Lyrri had mentioned something about needing account numbers, but by the time she was wheeled into the surgical suite they’d knocked her out, and it hadn’t come up since. No matter how shitty the clinic, a two rotation in-patient stay plus bacta tank immersion treatments was going to cost way more than she could afford at the moment.
Omega and Wrecker shared a quick glance, and before Lyrri could ask about it, Omega cleared her throat.
“Well, see, the clinic is already paid for,” she said, her wide brown eyes looking happy, but also nervous. “Since you didn’t want a cut, Hunter decided that covering this was the right thing to do.”
Lyrri blinked, more than a little shocked at the unexpected kindness. Over the years as a mercenary, she'd grown to never expect anything, from anyone. The only one in her corner was her.
“Oh,” Lyrri said dumbly. Omega was still gazing up at her, waiting—for what? Approval? “I, uh. Thank you, but you didn’t have to–”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Wrecker cut in, looking genuinely confused, as if it was the only logical thing for a squad of rogue clones on the run from the Empire to dole out kindness upon random strangers they meet.
Lyrri looked back and forth between them, something warm welling up in her gut, valiantly holding back the sudden rush of emotion she was feeling. She bowed her head toward them, in part to hide the few glittery tears that had sprang to the corner of her eyes, but also to show gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered, fiddling with the thin blanket on her cot. Omega reached over and set one small hand over hers. They sat like that for a moment, then Wrecker and Omega fell back to relaying all the goings-on in the city, from new ships in the port to new stalls they’d found selling different flavors of their favorite snacks.
After a while, a droid stopped by to take Lyrri to the final immersion treatment, and the two of them said their goodbyes.
“Oh, Echo said he would come by later to make sure you get home ok!” Omega threw over her shoulder as they left, and it took a moment for Lyrri to process what she’d actually said. Echo had not come to see her at all during her stay at the clinic; she thought maybe her connection with him had just been her own addled brain mistaking reality. Or maybe it was the clinic itself—she remembered his prosthetics and the way he didn’t seem shocked at her flashback on the ship.
There was a backstory there, most probably a very painful one.
As the droid escorted Lyrri to the bacta tank suite, her mind wandered back to the ship, just after her violent flashback. To those golden eyes and deep, calm voice coaxing her out of her blind terror. He’d been on her mind the most out of all of them, but there was never the right time to ask after him. She’d spent the last two stints in the tank trying her hardest to meditate through the hours-long procedure, but it was always Echo her mind returned to.
The last immersion proved to be no different. The second Lyrri was submerged it was like the bacta acted as a conductor, guiding all her focus to the pale clone who kind of saved her life.
The calming drugs the droid had injected before the treatment flowed through her veins, and she drifted in and out of consciousness for the next five hours. Of course, as her awareness was dulled, she never bothered to open her eyes to observe the tank room, so she did not notice Echo being escorted inside.
The tank was an upright model, and Lyrri's body drifted inside, limp. If it wasn’t for the screen of vitals and progress readouts, Echo might have thought she was dead. It was beyond disconcerting for him being in the clinic, with the sickly sweet scent of bacta and antiseptic permeating everything. He worked to keep his breathing calm, even as the sight of Lyrri floating in that tank, open wounds now transformed to puckered scar tissue, reminded him sharply of the scar tissue around his prosthesis attachments.
Echo shook his head and tried not to dwell on the memories of Skako that rose unbidden in his mind, instead focusing on Lyrri. The droid who brought him back had assured him this was the last immersion treatment she would need, and he was intent on seeing this finished himself, if only to calm his own concerns over Lyrri's healing.
The way they had found her–utterly broken and in so much pain she could barely walk–stuck with him. He remembered picking her up from the dusty ground, hardly able to find a patch of skin that was not marred with sores or blood to hold on to. He remembered how her eyes had glazed over on the ship as he was treating her wounds, how violently her body was shaking and the desperate rasping of her voice as she pleaded with her unseen attackers to please, please stop–Echo thought maybe his heart broke in that instant. To see that level of terror in someone was more than just unsettling; it was excruciating.
Echo scrubbed a hand over his face and went over to check the vitals on the screens. He had finally caved to Omega and shed his armor for civvies like the rest had taken to doing while in the city. The tunic, pants, and vest were as nondescript as he could find, though they didn’t do much to obscure his identity–not with the neural brace, scomp, and other noticeable cybernetics–but at least it was better than flaunting the expensive Katarn-class armor around for anyone to take notice of.
Echo glanced back at the young woman floating in the tank; her armor had sparked his interest when he first saw it; the dark blue jumpsuit had armor plating attached in many of the same spots his own armor covered, but in a much smoother and sleeker design.
Wonder if she modified it herself, he mused.
He continued to monitor Lyrri's vitals as the immersion treatment neared its completion. A couple med-droids filed in just as the sedating drugs were flushed from her system and her eyes opened; Echo stood clear as the droids drained the tank and assisted her onto the platform at the top. In that instant, it hit him that except for those very flimsy clinic-issued underwear and chest bindings, Lyrri were naked.
The last thing Lyrri expected to see as she surfaced from the bacta was a comically red-faced Echo, standing in the corner of the room, looking anywhere but at her. After the initial shock, she thought maybe she should be embarrassed; he was obviously reacting to her state of undress.
But I’m not embarrassed, she thought. This was a medical facility, and she’d been undergoing medical treatment. She decided against addressing it.
“Help me down, will you?” Lyrri's voice startled him into action, and he rushed over to make sure her bacta-slick skin didn’t cause her to take a tumble down the steps. One droid handed her a towel, and the other informed her that the discharge order had been sent to her terminal.
Echo was looking determinedly at the ground, so Lyrri took pity on him and wrapped the towel around her middle. “Hey trooper, my eyes are up here,” she cracked, trying to cut the tension. His golden eyes snapped up to meet hers, still blushing, but at least he huffed a laugh in response.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I just realized—I didn’t mean to be, I mean, I wasn’t just here staring, I just wanted to make sure—”
“Echo, knock it off,” Lyrri bumped his shoulder with her own as she passed him, padding into the hall toward her little room. “Omega mentioned you were stopping by.”
The droids had made up the cot while she was in the tank, and set her little pile of personal effects and bloodstained clothing on top of it. Lyrri sighed, knowing she’d need to put something on for the walk back to her apartment, but pulling that stained jumpsuit back on was the last thing she wanted to do right now.
Echo, who had followed her into the room, suddenly cleared his throat and held out the small pack he’d been carrying.
“I uh, I brought you some clothes…” Inside was a plain set of tunic and pants, not at all fancy but in that moment was maybe the best gift she’d ever received. She grinned and started slipping the clothing over her damp skin.
“Oh this is so much better than that jumpsuit was going to feel, thank you Echo, kark I could kiss you—” In hindsight, Lyrri recognized that was not the prudent thing to say. The pale clone seemed to choke on nothing and turned pink again, and she cringed at her mistake. “Umm, I mean,” she passed a hand over her mouth, trying not to burst out laughing at this deadly, war-honed man scrambling for words. “Just, thank you. I appreciate it.”
After a few moments of letting him collect himself, Lyrri had dumped the rest of her belongings into the now empty pack he’d handed her, and then there was nothing left to do but get the hell out of there.
It was a relatively short walk from the clinic to her apartment, and she tried to tell him she was fine to make it on her own, but Echo just gruffly shook his head.
“I’ll follow at a distance if that makes you feel better, but I’m going to see you get there safely.” He had that commanding tone again, the one she’d heard briefly in the old city. It made her bite the inside of her cheek, and gave Lyrri a turn at going a bit pink.
This was the most she’d stretched her legs in several rotations, and she bounced a little on the balls of her feet as she walked, relishing the red-orange glow from the setting sun. The two of them weaved through a stretch of avenue crowded with beings and market stalls, and Lyrri tried not to notice Echo’s flesh hand at the small of her back, directing her.
“Hang on, let me grab some food; the clinic’s rations were worse than loth-cat kibble.” She pulled him by the hand to her favorite stall, mouth already watering thinking about their curried nuna-roll.
“You in the habit of sampling a lot of loth-cat kibble?” Echo asked in a teasing tone, allowing himself to be re-directed. Lyrri rolled her eyes and knocked her hip into his as they both stood in line. What was it about him that made her gravitate so close? She barely knew the clone, why was she unafraid to touch him? She wasn't a touchy feely person, it just kept happening.
Echo just gave another low chuckle and crossed his arms across his chest. Lyrri thought he’d stopped paying attention as she ordered something for both of them, but then he stepped in as she was rummaging in one of her jumpsuits pouches for credits and paid for it himself. Lyrri couldn’t keep the smile off her face as he waved away her thanks.
As the two of them started back on the journey to her apartment, each carrying a steaming container of food, Lyrri were struck by how this was the best date she’d ever been on, and it wasn’t even a date.
Kark, I have low standards…
She stole glances over at Echo as they walked side by side down the boulevard her apartment was on.
Wonder if he’d stay and eat with me if I ask?
So she asked. He’d walked her to the door of the apartment, completing his stated mission.
“I’ve got a case of spiced ale if you wanted to stay and eat,” Lyrri threw out casually as the door hissed open. Dusk had fallen almost completely, so it was hard to gauge him by his face, but after a split second hesitation, Echo stepped inside after her.
“Trying to get me drunk?” he asked as he passed close to her in the small entryway, and a shudder ran down Lyrri's spine. She could feel his body warmth.
He’s not flirting, he’s not—he can’t be… She coughed to cover her physical reaction to him.
“Oh, yes; I make a point to drown all my rescuers in alcohol and then take advantage of them—shut up before I rescind my offer,” she bit back, rolling her eyes and hip checking him again.
Maker, rein it in Lyrri, she admonished herself as she made her way into the kitchenette to rummage around for the aforementioned ale. When she turned back around, Echo was already looking at her, and both did the ‘nope I wasn’t staring’ thing and turned swiftly to look at anything else.
Her ill-advised mission and subsequent capture may have been the latest (and worst) misstep Lyrri had made in her mercenary career, but standing here, alone in her apartment with a handsome and kind clone trooper being hunted by the Empire—this could be the real edge she falls off, straight into the abyss of those deep, golden eyes.
telling clone characters “i want a baby” while making love (my headcanons) ~~ soft sex // domestic relationship ~~
a/n: wolffe pls let’s make our own little wolfpack 🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼 (i need to get this man pregnant)
fem reader
warnings: sexual content
“i want a baby,” you moan, “i want a baby with you…”
hunter whispers, “fuck,” under his breath, falling apart at his greatest fantasy that you just put into words. he pushes his cock deep inside of you, staring down at you with a soft, sort of pleading gaze. “you really mean that?” he rasps, his voice low and hoarse, almost gone from all the groaning he did in your ear. you nod, gripping him tight as he kisses you, stroking his tongue against yours with a lethargic starvation. “hmm, you know what you just got yourself into, love?” he murmurs.
tech sucks his teeth, panting hard from the way his cock drags in and out of your pussy with a squeezing slowness. “you…want to discuss this now?” he gasps, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you cup the back of his head, stroking him reassuringly. “don’t you want it, too?” you breathe softly in his ear, leisurely kissing the side of his face. he releases a heavy breath and glances up at you, meeting your eyes, his stare hazy with sex. “of course i do,” he says in a quiet, ragged tone.
wrecker widens his eyes a bit at your words before his gaze quickly turns dark and smug, the corners of his eyes crinkling from his growing grin. he folds your leg over his shoulder and thrusts into you, slanting his mouth over your parted lips when you cry out from the deeper angle. “better get to work, then, huh?” he chuckles against your mouth. you gasp and throw your head back, giving him access to kiss your neck hungrily, suddenly a bit more feral from knowing you what you want.
crosshair raises his eyebrows, quiet when he says, “do you, now?” like he doesn’t quite believe it just yet. he wonders if it’s simple pillow talk, but you nod and cup his face, pulling him down for a desperate, messy kiss as he pushes his hips against yours. “please, crosshair…” you whimper, gently nibbling on his bottom lip. he groans under his breath and squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his face into the crook of your neck with a long, drawn-out sigh. “you better not be playing any tricks on me…”
echo freezes, still inside of you, his lips slightly parted in disbelief. “why’d you stop?” you whimper, clutching his back. he shakes his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring, “sorry, i just—” he sighs and presses his nose against yours. “are you sure?” he whispers, two of his fingers sliding up your inner thigh to rub your clit, making up for the pause. you moan but manage to get out a “yes, yes…” and he kisses you hard and slow. “you’d make me an even luckier man…” he admits.
wolffe has to physically hold himself back from snapping his hips a little rougher upon hearing your words. there’s a mix of hunger and adoration in his gaze, searching your expression for any hint of doubt. but he finds none. he slides his cock into you and says, “you know what i want,” his voice slightly strained and breathless from the way you clench around him through his slow thrusts. you cup his face, pulling him down until you’re almost kissing. “wolffe, i can’t wait any longer,” you whisper, and he nods, kissing you deeply. “you don’t have to.”
fox is possessive over the idea of his children being grown inside of you—to create this new life with you. his gaze hardens as he grabs your face, his heavy pants against your lips. “don’t tease,” he warns in a low, cautious tone. you shake your head, leaning up to kiss him softly. “not teasin’, fox…” you whisper into his mouth, winding your arms around his neck to pull him closer, gasping when he thrusts into you a little more rough. “yeah? you’re gonna have all my babies, then?” he mutters.
cody grunts deeply, slow to drag his cock back out of you as he speaks low in your ear. “what’d i tell you about makin’ jokes like that?” he says. you whimper and shake your head, running your fingertips down his back to pull him closer. “i mean it, cody…” you whisper. he meets your eyes, his gaze softening through the slow rocking of your bodies together. “you mean it?” he whispers back. you nod, pouting a bit as his cock presses into you. “alright, pretty girl, we’ll make it happen…”
mayday hums low under his breath in content, fucking you lazily as his hips move back and forth. “whatever you want, sweet girl,” he murmurs. his voice is silky and smooth, tickling your neck through his teasing kisses. you thread your fingers through his thick and disheveled hair. “mayday, c’mon, i’m serious…” you whine. he chuckles at your needy tone and kisses just under your jawline, slowly sucking on your skin. “mhm, so am i,” he says, “you want a baby, we’ll have a baby.”
rex grabs a handful of your tits as he thrusts into you, suddenly overcome with thoughts about how your breasts are gonna swell up during pregnancy, how full your stomach is gonna look, and how much he’s going to enjoy every second of it. and then the best part—seeing you hold your baby for the first time, making you both his two favorite people in the galaxy. “fuck, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he groans, squeezing your tits as he buries his face into your shoulder.
fives takes your nipple between your lips, swirling his tongue as he flicks his gaze to you. “oh, yeah?” he smirks, fucking you nice and slow. “you want a baby with me?” he moves to give your other nipple the same attention, groaning at the idea of being parents together, with mini yous and hims running around. “fuck, you’re gonna be the sexiest mom…i’m gonna cum just from thinking about it…” he drops his face to your chest with a low moan, his sharp hips grinding down on yours.
kix intertwines your fingers together, pressing your hands down on the bed beside your head. “you think we’re ready for that?” he asks. you nod and roll your hips forward to meet his, which brings out a low moan from his lips. “yes, i do,” you whimper, “kix, please…” and he nods, soothing you with a soft, “shh, alright, i hear you…” he crushes his mouth to yours, kissing you slow and sweet before pressing his lips over the rest of your face. “i’m gonna take good care of you, okay?”
jesse would give you the world if you asked for it. “yeah, i’ll give you a baby,” he says hoarsely, your legs spread out wide around his muscular shoulders. “i’ll give you whatever you want…” he runs his rough, calloused hand over your thigh, fucking into you at a leisurely pace, smugly watching your eyebrows scrunch together in a pout from the pressure of his cock. “you know why?” he kisses your ankle. you stare up at him and whisper, “hm?” he smiles. “‘cause you’re my girl…”
hardcase lets out a low and deep chuckle against your chest. “you sure about that?” he mumbles. you scratch his head softly, trailing your touch down his back as he slides his cock in and out of you, patient instead of the usual wildness. “mm, what if they end up like me?” he asks, glancing up at you. you touch his cheek, teasing, “and what would be so bad about that?” he thinks about it for a second before grinning deviously at the thought of your perfectly crazy family. “you’re right…”
gregor is too distracted with kissing and sucking on your neck to process your words, running his tongue over your marks with a low “mmm” sound coming from the back of his throat. “gregor, sweetie, did you hear me?” you whisper. “hm?” he says, glancing up at you. “i said i want a baby…with you,” you tell him, cupping his face. his eyes widen as he slows his cock inside of you, just barely moving his hips back and forth. then he smiles at you. “well, who else would you have it with?”
howzer shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you. “please…” he murmurs against your lips, “don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” he thrusts into you slowly, the heavy strokes of his cock make it hard for you to kiss him back. “i do,” you moan, throwing your head back with your nails digging into his sculpted shoulder blades. “it’s all i can think about…” you tell him breathlessly. he looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, caressing your hair down the side of your face. “me too…”
emerie pauses her lips at your lower stomach at your words. her soft kisses still linger on your skin as she looks up at you, doe-eyed in surprise. you run your hands through her long, brown hair. “you’re serious,” she says breathlessly. you nod, gently tracing the features on her face. “mhm, and i want her to look like you…” you tell her quietly. she props herself up and leans in close, brushing your lips together. “you don’t have to flatter me into this, you know…” she says with a slight smile.
clone characters when they have to answer their commlink in the middle of sex (my headcanons)
a/n: duty calls…
fem reader
warnings: sexual content
hunter can’t switch off his bedroom voice in time for responding to his comms. his voice is thick and dripping with sex even with just a hoarse “yeah?” that he answers under his breath, his eyes flicking down at you as he slows his thrusts but doesn’t fully stop. he inhales roughly and rubs your swollen clit, barely listening to whoever is on the other side of this conversation. you squirm and whimper from the stimulation, feeling his pulsing cock move in and out of you with a teasing, dragging motion where you can feel every last vein and inch.
tech sighs exasperatedly and reaches for his commlink, only stopped when you say, “you’re seriously going to answer that?” he looks down at you like you just asked an obvious question and holds the flashing device in front of your face. “perhaps you would prefer taking this, then?” he says as he rolls his hips forward, smugly watching your mouth drop open in a breathy moan. his lips are slightly curved when he leans down and kisses your jawline, whispering, “i’ll only be a moment” before answering with a colder, sharper tone. “yes?”
wrecker grunts at the sound of his commlink beeping and draws away one of his hands from your hip. he still holds you firmly with his free hand, bouncing you on his thick, heavy cock as it wedges itself deep against your guts, hitting you in all the right places. “sorry, baby, have to take this,” he mumbles before answering with a growl in his tone when he barks out, “what do you want?” you grab his shoulders and try to slow yourself, but he just starts thrusting his hips upward, and you drop your face into the crook of his neck with a gasp.
crosshair presses a long finger against your lips and narrows his eyes at you, silently shushing you. “i don’t have all day,” he hisses in a low and raspy tone. he feels you trying to roll your hips against him, greedily seeking more friction from this disruption. he slowly smirks at the opportunity to tease you, like it’s that easy. if he’s gonna be interrupted, he might as well make the most out of it. and he does, intentionally dragging the conversation on as your muffled pants get heavier and more pathetic against his touch, staring down at you smugly.
echo gasps and sinks into you abruptly, startled by the sound of his comms going off. you moan from the sharp pressure of his cock bottoming out inside of you, not giving you any time to adjust. “fuck, i’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. he reaches over your head to grab his commlink. you watch his face contort into a deep scowl when he answers, “this better be important,” visibly irritated with whoever had to interrupt you two. but his expression softens as you cup the side of his face, and he turns his head to steal a quick kiss to your palm.
wolffe is quick to grab your hips and turn your body over. he pushes your face into the pillow to muffle your breathy moan as he reenters you with a slow and deep thrust, his voice even deeper when he answers his beeping commlink. “make it quick,” he orders, somehow still able to keep his voice level and demanding, like he’s not currently fisting your hair to control the slick, heavy movement of your bodies. his fingers squeeze in warning at the intensifying sound of your soft cries, but you feel him fuck into you harder, like he’s testing how good and quiet you can be for him. you don’t even know when he finishes his conversation until he turns you back over and kisses you, murmuring, “good fucking girl…” against your lips.
fox lets out a frustrated groan of irritation and clamps a firm hand down on your mouth. “i’m busy,” he snaps into his commlink, his eyes piercing into yours as you stare up at him, your eyebrows scrunched in a desperate pout, just barely able to silence your noises. his hips snap against yours at a hungrier pace at the helpless look you give him, and he doesn’t break his gaze away from you even while saying, “i’ll be there in a fuckin’ minute.” then the line goes silent, and he slides his hand down to grip your jaw, mildly impressed. “hm, not bad…”
cody fucks you a little slower, just enough to catch his breath. “grab that for me baby, will you?” he groans, his big, beefy biceps braced around your head. you whimper as you reach around for his commlink and hold it to his face. he exhales his next order with a slight grunt, spreading your legs out wider. “need you to be quiet,” he murmurs, “can you do that for me?” you stare up at him and nod. he nods back slowly. “answer it for me—i’ll do the talkin’, just press it…” he commands gently before hardening his whole demeanor in the blink of an eye.
mayday flips your bodies so that you’re on top of him. the change in position makes you gasp, and he pushes up into you with a soft but stern look in his eyes. “keep ridin’ me baby, don’t stop,” he says to you quietly, leaning back to let you use him as he answers his comms, muttering, “i have a feeling you’re about to waste my time.” he keeps his eyes on you, watching how your tits bounce and your back arches while you roll your clit into the head of his cock, grinding down on him in a way that feels so good to you, ‘cause he always puts you first.
rex has been sick and tired of his brothers cockblocking him for laughs, and now someone is interrupting his much needed alone time with you. he doesn’t need to say much to express his despair as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly. “fuck, i should take that,” he mumbles. “mm, then take it,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, which makes him dig his cock into you deeper. “uh-huh, nice try,” he whispers in your ear, turning your bodies over so he can keep fucking you on your side and he can grab his commlink.
fives groans and drops his head to your chest mid-thrust. “tell ‘em i’m not here,” he mutters. you giggle softly. “you want me to answer it?” you reply. he glances up at you and pushes himself into you further, holding your flushed, heavy-lidded stare. your nails dig into his back at his movements. “you think you’re up for it?” he teases in a low voice, slowly resuming the hungry rhythm of his hips. you throw your head back and gasp, “oh, you’re such a—” and he chuckles deeply. “yeah, tell me in a second,” he says right before pressing to answer his comms.
kix is always on-call, it’s like you can never get a moment with him alone in peace. you’re honestly used to it at this point, but he feels bad every time it happens. he pauses inside of you with a heavy exhale and whispers, “sorry, baby, one second…fuck, you look so pretty just like that…” he can’t take his eyes away from you as you lay under his body, your body warm and naked, squirming when he brushes his fingers over your nipples. you arch your back as he plays with them while he answers his comms in a concerned tone. “is everything okay?”
jesse grunts in annoyance and mutters, “great fuckin’ timing” in your ear. he reaches to answer his commlink, slowing down his hips against yours, but he quickly clamps a hand over your waist to stop you from rolling your hips, knowing you’re trying to tease him in this compromising moment. he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back, his throat tightening from the way he swallows hard, his tone strained. “no, i’m listening,” he says into his commlink, looking down at you with a look in his eyes that tells you to expect payback—that’s a promise.
hardcase is so unserious sometimes. he’s breathing hard as he answers his comms, startling you when he turns the device over to you, pointing it right under your lips. “it’s for you,” he teases. your eyes widen at him, and you pinch his bicep hard, mouthing, “not funny!” but he thinks it is, chuckling under his breath before he takes control over the conversation again. you glare at him, only bringing out a wider, goofier grin from him as he continues to move his hips against yours, this time more lazily and slow. “uhh, yeah, i’m kinda busy right now…” he says.
gregor sighs against your lips, drawing your bottom lip out with a playful tug before he pulls away to answer his commlink. your legs are spread out wide, taking every inch of him, but your bodies seem to be frozen in time while he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. you nearly die watching him fumble for a response. “no—i’m not alone—” he sees you shaking your head furiously so he says, “i mean, yeah, i am…” and he grabs your face with his free hand, holding you still to stop you from distracting him, both of you trying not to laugh.
howzer presses his nose against the side of your face, inhaling deep and slow before he grabs his commlink roughly, like he’s pissed but doesn’t want to show it. he stares at you, his gaze serious. “not a sound, alright?” he tells you as he strokes your cheek, waiting for you to nod before he answers it. he pauses a bit, seeing if you’ll keep your word, and then he starts thrusting into you again, lifting your leg over his shoulder to hit you deeper. you press your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, proving to him that he doesn’t have to stop.
emerie kisses the inside of your thigh as she’s going down on you, murmuring, “is that mine? or yours?” you dig your fingers into her hair and moan, “oh, who caresss, fuck ‘em.” she sighs quietly and shakes her head, looking up to see that it’s her commlink. you whine in protest when she answers it, “emerie speaking,” but you fall silent when her dark gaze flicks toward you sternly, reminding you that she can take charge when she wants to. she slips her soft fingers inside of your pussy and gently strokes the inside of your walls, watching you fall apart.
wolffe x fem reader
summary: slightly jealous/possessive wolffe gives you a lower back wolfpack tattoo + vicious backshots, in that order
warnings: sexual content
a/n: i didn't know how else to summarize this.
it was an impulsive decision on your part, but once wolffe found out about it, there was absolutely no way he was going to let someone else mark up your skin like this. his jaw clenches at the mere thought of you laying on your stomach for another person, your perky ass arched up into the air as you breathe softly through the sparse pinches of pain. that wasn’t gonna happen, not on his watch, and now he’s pissed as he hovers over you at home, tattoo gun in hand.
you turn your head to the side and look up at him, very pleased with the sight. his eyebrows are furrowed in agitation, but also concentration—deliciously shirtless with a thick, heavy cigar settled between his lips. his arms are big and bare and veiny, his shoulders broad in the domineering way he carries himself. and he’s glaring.
“you come to me if you want something done. understood?” he says sternly. puffs of smoke exhale with his words.
“aww, you still mad about that?” you give him a cute little pout. “i just wanted to surprise you…”
wolffe grunts under his breath and palms your head. his fingers sink into your scalp like he’s about to tug—a feeling you’re all too familiar with, but he just turns your face back down like he’s shutting you up. in other words, yes. he’s still mad about that.
you feel him work the needle into your skin right above your ass. his hand in your hair slides down to grip the base of your neck, rubbing gently in reassurance. but you’re not quite through with teasing him.
“mm, can’t wait for you to fuck me when it’s done,” you murmur. “i want you to cum all over it…”
wolffe squeezes his fingertips into your neck before taking his cigar out of his mouth. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs, blowing the smoke away from you as he brings the fat tip to your lips, not even needing to bark out an order. you lean into his hand and take a drag, tugging him down to exhale the smoke in his mouth. he kisses you slowly and sucks on your tongue, releasing your bottom lip with a teasing nibble.
of course, you’d like that. but you know he’d like it even more. he can’t leave you alone once the tattoo is fully healed. the small, dark wolf he wears on his armor is now etched into your skin, in a place where nobody can think of touching let alone seeing. only him.
“fuck, baby, that’s it…” wolffe grabs your hips, moving them back on his cock. he meets your plush ass and slams into you loudly, rhythmically slapping your skin together. your throat is raw and sore as you moan into the pillow, just getting pounded over and over again until he gets enough—and he can’t get enough. you soak his cock that pushes inside of you so easily, leaving you empty when it slides back out, your pussy clenching desperately for the thick, heavy pressure to stay inside of you. the feeling taunts you through his rough thrusts, and you spread your legs out wider for him, whimpering and crying when he stretches you out, drilling you with a hunger that doesn’t hold back.
“mm, that’s a good girl,” he praises. “oh, fuck, that’s good…” he throws his head back and lets out a deep, guttural groan, digging his fingers into your hips with a bruising possessiveness. his breath comes in fast and broken as he fucks into you deep and slow, finishing himself off with a controlled pace that allows him to pull out and cum all over your lower back. warm liquid white coats your skin, dripping down your wolfpack tattoo. it’s a filthy sight he stares at through heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly. a sight that brings one word to his mind and one word only.
fives gets the most drunk at 79’s. hardcase is a close second. fives is a happy drunk and hardcase is a crazy drunk
fives and echo have a secret handshake, it is incredibly complicated and so far no one has been able to recreate it
wolffe pretends to dislike his shinies. he does not. he loves them, and checks in with them after every mission
the 501st loves padme. sometimes anakin will call her in secret and they will pop in to say hi
gregor hums when he works. just constantly humming. it’s even better bc his voice is all messed up so he sounds like a sick bird
wrecker snores like a chainsaw. luckily the rest of the batch has gotten used to it (it was an adjustment for echo though)
the 212th is just as insane as the 501st is, they are just more sophisticated about it
clone cuddle piles, obviously
the batch’s cuddle pile is… interesting. wrecker takes up a lot of space so everyone lays on him. crosshair and hunter end up curled next to each other (much to each other’s chagrin) and omega sleeps between them all
hunter never drinks. because of his senses it takes next to nothing to get him drunk and the hangovers are hell
wrecker has a surprisingly strong alcohol tolerance, but he doesn’t drink often, either
tech is blind as a fucking bat. the goggles are not just for an info interface, he’s genuinely blind without them
omega takes a little souvenir from all the planets she visits. anything from a leaf to a flower to a random piece of metal machinery
Summary: You're meant to be taking it easy. Putting your feet up and resting after recovering from an injury you sustained on the battlefield. Unfortunately, cabin fever is a bit hard to deal with.
Relationship: Marshal Commander Cody x Reader
Word Count: 1391
Warnings: fluff, established relationship
Author's Note: So this is where I've been for the last couple of months -recovering from bone graft surgery from my hip to my jaw. It has been a journey! But this was inspired by me being absolutely bored by the 2nd week and trying to hang curtains up. Cue being reprimanded by my fam.
When the day started, you hadn’t meant to redecorate your apartment. It had just… happened. Sitting staring at the windows around you, you couldn’t help but decide that they needed sprucing up a little. So instead of the thick heavy curtains that you had to block out the fluorescent lights of Coruscant, you wanted to change them out for something that matched the colours of your living room a little more.
The new curtains were already waiting to be hung up. Cody had promised to do them when he returned back from meeting with General Kenobi. But, you deliberated, it would save him a job if you did it now. Cody had been working none stop, looking after both you, the men and his usual duties helping to run the 3rd System Army.
Plus, it would help with the boredom that came with just lying on the couch, leg propped up and surrounded by a mountain of pillows.
It was decided then.
You would put up the new curtains, all you had to do was get the pole down and thread on the rings that was attached to your new décor. It was an easy job, shouldn’t take more than 20 minutes, even with your bad leg. All you’d have to do was make sure that you were on a firm and stable surface.
It had all been going so well. The side table you were standing on was secure, your hip - though twinging - was doing okay. The curtains were nearly all the way on the pole when you were interrupted.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice cut across the room sharply.
Kriff! You barely had time to register the voice when the stool underneath you wobbled dangerously. Double kriff! Flailing your arms, you grimaced, closing your eyes tightly as you prepared to hit the floor with a rather hard bump.
However, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist, catching you before you could hit the ground. You were pressed against his chest, held tightly so you wouldn’t injure yourself any further. The edges of his armour was digging into you uncomfortably but you didn’t mind, knowing you were secure in his arms.
Blinking, you looked up into the beautiful golden brown orbs of your lover. “Hey love” you greeted, grimacing slightly at being caught red handed. Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to be back home for hours yet.
“You’re meant to be resting, mesh’la” he said reproachfully, putting you on your feet and guiding you back onto the couch and it’s soft pillows. As soon as you were sitting down, he fluffed the pillows around you, making sure you were comfortable.
“Cody! I am resting!” you whined, grimacing at the pain that flared in your leg.
“Helix said you should be taking it easy” Cody corrected, shaking his head as he headed towards your medication. He slipped off his armour as well until he was in his blacks, stacking the plastoid up to be cleaned later. He returned to you quickly, not wanting to leave you in pain long.
Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but huff. Maybe you were getting a bit of cabin fever, but that still didn’t mean you had to sit on the couch all day. “Technically he also said I should be moving around, gaining some mobility” you reminded, quickly taking the medication that he handed over to you. You didn’t want to admit it but you probably shouldn’t have been climbing on stools and hanging up new curtains.
"If you don't take it easy cyare, I'm going to have to comm Helix" Cody sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Your mouth fell open, shocked at his last resort. "You wouldn't!" You gasped dramatically, eyes glinting mischievously. You could see a matching look on your Commander's.
"Try me!"
"I always try you. You tell me that at least once a week" you rolled your eyes, finally relaxing against your pillows.
Cody chuffed, smile pulling at his lips as he began to massage your feet, strong fingers pressing into your tired arches. "You're not wrong, cyare. You do like to test me" he agreed warmly, feeling contentment settle into his bones as you let out a soft groan at his touch.
"Got to keep you on your toes, Commander" you grinned, closing your eyes and sinking into the domestic bliss that was settling in your apartment now that Cody was home. You couldn’t help but sigh as he began to massage up your leg, helping to ease some of the tension that you were carrying there.
“As long as you stay off yours” he said pointedly, lips twitching just enough to show he wasn’t truly angry with you. He just worried. A lot.
After seeing you go down by a clanker, and the scream you had let out as it had fallen on you, breaking your leg. Helix and his assistant medical officer, Slice, had spent hours working on you. Grafting bone from your hip to help repair the damage. Cody could still remember you being wheeled out of surgery, the way you looked like you were barely clinging on, monitors beeping and informing him of your vitals.
If only he had been fast enough to get to you.
Obi-Wan had tried to ease his guilt, reminding him that it was not his fault and there was no such thing as a perfect battle. But it was little comfort when he was sitting at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up.
Thankfully, the 212th was stationed on Coruscant for a couple of weeks on shore leave, while their Jedi General was needed at the Temple. It allowed you both to spend time in your apartment together and to rest and recuperate until he was shipped off to battle once more, while you stayed on planet to recover.
“What were you trying to do anyway?” Cody wondered, breaking himself out of his thoughts and turning back to see you staring at him. He looked away from your knowing gaze and back to the task in his lap.
“I was hanging up those new curtains. I thought it wouldn’t be too strenuous for me if I could stand on something secure. Honestly, I was getting a little bored of these four walls” you admitted, nudging his knee with your other foot.
The Marshal Commander frowned, brow furrowing at your answer. “I told you I would do them after I got back from the debriefing, cyare” he rebuked softly, heart aching at the thought of you hurting himself while he wasn’t here, just because he should have completed the task that you had asked him to do earlier.
“I know, I know. I just wanted to help you” you sighed, sitting up and cupping his cheek. “You’ve been working so hard, you’ve had so much stress on your plate. The war, your brothers, looking after me” you listed, staring into his umber eyes. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss to the middle of his brow, smoothing down his forehead. “I wanted to make your life just a little bit easier” you explained, running your nose against his before pulling away a little to see him once again. Your handsome, kind, caring man.
Cody’s eyes had softened as he took in your words, understanding now that you had truly just been trying to help. To help ease the weight on his shoulders. “Thank you, cyare, you’re too kind for your own good” he breathed, carefully pushing you back into the cushions beneath you as he brushed his lips against yours. He was mindful of your injuries and didn’t want to cause you any harm.
“But I’m here now. Why don’t you put me to work, huh? Only time you’ll be able to give orders to a Marshal Commander” he chuckled, sliding out from under your legs on his lap and standing up. An analysing look at the job assured him that what you had done was excellent, all he had to do was finish the job.
Scoffing, you relaxed back and admired the view of your love in his body glove. “I doubt it. You love me giving you orders” you teased, winking at him.
“I can’t argue with that” Cody agreed, heading over to finally put your curtains up, just like you wanted them.
my clone headcanons: jealous sex
a/n: “whose pussy is this” ahh headcanons
fem reader
warnings: sexual content
jealous!hunter who fucks you against the wall, his chest to your back as he brings his lips to your ear. you shiver at the way his dark, raspy voice whispers, “you think i don’t know what you’re up to?” groaning when your pussy sucks in his cock, so wet and tight that he’s nearly brought to his knees. but he holds your hips firmly, murmuring, “you like pissing me off, huh? is this the reaction you wanted?” you turn your face with a whimper, gasping as he grabs your chin to collide your mouths into a hard, open-mouthed kiss, muffling your moans.
jealous!tech who makes you cum on his tongue and fingers until he’s satisfied with the number before even thinking about fucking you, like he’s reminding both you and himself that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good. your legs are pinned down around his broad shoulders, and your body is already limp from one too many orgasms. he can feel your overstimulation—enjoys it, even. he lives for it. he comes up for air, finally fisting his erection out of his boxers. “oh, i’ve barely begun what i’d like to do to you tonight,” he murmurs softly.
jealous!wrecker who manhandles you without hesitation, roughly tossing you over his shoulder like a ragdoll as he mutters something about “teachin’ you a lesson.” his mouth is everywhere on your body, marking you up with hickeys all over your throat and tits, his big, thick cock pounding into you, and all you have to do is just take it. he doesn’t want to fuck you without having something to show for, pushing your trembling thighs to your chest to spread you wide open for him. he kisses you slowly and growls, “you’re my pretty girl, yeah? all mine.”
jealous!crosshair who edges you until you’re a sobbing, begging mess because there’s nothing better for his ego than your desperation for him. he smirks down at you, his cock pulsing inside of you as he feels you clench and squeeze around him, impatiently waiting for movement. “oh, please, crosshair, i’m so close—i’m sorry,” you whimper, digging your nails into his back. “hmm, nowww you’re sorry…” he clicks his tongue in disapproval and takes your chin between his fingers. his lips brush yours when he leans in close. “prove it, then.”
jealous!echo who just wants reassurance, standing over you as he spreads your legs apart, his gaze raking over your pussy. “fuck, you’re soaked,” he mutters, running a finger down the soft flesh. you whimper when he gingerly rubs your clit and flicks his eyes to your face. “that’s all for me, yeah?” he says quietly. you nod and drag a gentle hand down his chest, to his stomach where his muscles flex under your touch. “mhm, all for you, echo,” you whisper, watching him groan and throw his head back a bit as he slowly pushes his tip through your walls.
jealous!wolffe who bends your ass over and fucks you in front of a mirror, his hand roughly curling around your jaw to make sure you don’t look away from him. “you like all that fuckin’ attention, don’t you?” he mutters, squeezing your ass when he shoves his cock into you from behind, “we can’t have that now, can we?” you moan and shake your head, but his grip on you tightens as he moves his hips against yours, hitting you so deep that you cry out and arch your back. “fuck, wolffe—” you gasp, the sound of his name on your tongue bringing a slight twitch of amusement to his lips. “there we go…” he groans.
jealous!fox who is MEAN, mercilessly taunting you as his cock slides in and out of you, knowing you can’t respond with anything other than your sharp, breathless moans. he grabs your throat, forcing you to look at him when he says, “you think he can fuck you better than this?” you shake your head, whimpering, “mm-mm,” and he lets out a cruel, sarcastic chuckle. “yeah, if only he could see you now…” he presses his forehead down on yours, hard and heavy to lock your gazes together. “…dripping all over me—my dirty fuckin’ girl…”
jealous!cody who punishes you with some cock warming, acting like he’s unbothered as he goes through mission reports while your legs are spread around his thighs, all the way sunken down onto his cock. he squeezes your ass with a firm hand when he feels you try to move up and down, panting desperately in his ear. “codyyy, please…” you whine, dropping your face into the crook of his neck, where you trail warm kisses, sucking on his skin like a tease. he sighs and places both hands around your hips, holding you still. “not yet, baby.”
jealous!mayday who kisses your forehead as he fucks you deep and slow, his hips moving at an unhurried pace, just like the way he is outside of the bedroom, too. he’s not the type who needs to prove anything, but his tone is low when he whispers, “my beautiful girl” and drops his face to your shoulder, letting you pull him close with your nails digging into his back. he groans through the soft kisses he trails across your collarbone, inhaling deeply. “can’t fuckin’ stand those pricks who were all over you…” he mutters like a confession.
jealous!rex who rubs his wet, leaking tip against your clit, his mouth slanted over yours to feel you whimper and struggle into the kiss. “quit teasing, and fuck me,” you whine. he hums low under his breath and kisses you deeper, dragging your bottom lip out with his teeth. “teasing, huh?” he inches a bit of himself inside, stretching you out. “think you’re the one who’s teasin’ me.” you shake your head and moan, “rex, please—i’m sorry—” and he folds when he hears his name like a weakness. “it’s okay, baby, i know…” he groans, thrusting into you slowly.
jealous!fives who likes to use his jealousy as fuel to just fuck you harder and better. it’s not a bruise to his ego as much as it’s a challenge that he accepts with a cocky grin, enjoying every bit of watching you fall apart under him, your legs wrapped around his waist while he drills you into the mattress. “fuck, what am i gonna do with you?” he whispers, dropping down to kiss you slowly, sliding his tongue over yours through a hungry groan. “feels like everyone just wants to take a bite out of what’s mine—” he kisses your neck, sucking hard.
jealous!kix who has you straddle his lap and gently moves your hips up and down his cock, staring up at you with round, pleading eyes. “god, you’re perfect,” he presses his mouth to yours, deepening the kiss when you cup his face. “i love you…” he whispers against your lips. “i love you, too,” you tell him, gasping slightly as his fingers tighten against your skin at your words, suddenly holding you with more hunger. “say it again,” he begs softly, “please, baby…” and he buries his face in your chest, clinging to you tighter when you moan, “i love you, kix.”
jealous!jesse who is pissed as fuck and doesn’t try to hide it, his hand binding your wrists together over your head while his hips slam into yours relentlessly. “i’ll fuckin’ kill them,” he groans and leans in, breathlessly panting, “give me that mouth, c’mere,” before he kisses you, parting your lips under his to shove his tongue down your throat. you moan and struggle to kiss him back, taking every deep, hungry stroke. “mm, right there,” you tell him, urging him on even more.
jealous!hardcase who doesn’t seem to get tired, fucking you round after round after round…he’s the type to channel his jealousy into adrenaline instead of letting it get to him, grabbing you by the ankles when you try to squirm away and catch your breath. “you done already, baby?” he pants, leaning down over you with his arms braced around you like a cage. “or are you runnin’ off to your other boyfriends?” he acts like he’s about to kiss your mouth and kisses your jawline instead, lodging himself deep inside of you with a cheeky grin.
jealous!gregor who isn’t surprised when others take a liking to you—in fact he expects it because you’re perfect in his eyes. his jealousy isn’t hostile, it’s more just another source of pride for him being with you. he smirks down at you and folds your legs over his shoulders, hitting you deeper at this angle. “i’m one lucky motherfucker,” he murmurs, kissing your ankle as he runs his hand up and down your calf, holding your gaze despite the soft whimpers that make his eyes squint and narrow in pleasure. “just wish i could keep you all to myself…”
jealous!howzer who takes his time. he kisses down your stomach and settles himself between your thighs, feeling your hands thread through his hair and your back arch underneath his body. his lips curve against your skin, knowing what you want. “i didn’t like that, you know…” he murmurs, “having to watch someone else put their hands on you.” you tug on his hair, whispering, “i’m sorry, howzer, please…” and he gives you a soft, slow lick through your pussy, groaning at how good you taste. “i know you are, pretty girl, i’m gonna take care of you.”
jealous!emerie who uses your vibrator on you, specifically because she KNOWS you prefer her hands and mouth—she’s being a little petty. she holds your shaking legs open and controls the speed, slowing it down as you get closer and closer. “emerie, i’m close,” you moan, grabbing at her wrists. she trails her finger along your inner thigh where she catches your dripping mess, pushing the toy deeper inside of you. “please,” you gasp, “please—i need you—” she kisses your forehead, smiling at your desperation. “just me, right?”
Can you maybe write headcanons about the boys seeing you with a baby and getting ideas? Just seeing you happy and the baby laughing or something with you gets them thinking. can you write for wolffe and bacara(hardly anyone includes grumpy bacara!). No pressure though, thanks
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, some mature comments
Wolffe
The baby is laughing. Full-body giggles, little hands grabbing at your fingers while you talk in that soft voice you only use around things you love.
And maker, Wolffe is staring.
He tries not to. He really does. But there’s something about the way you look down at the baby, patient, warm, and completely gentle, that hooks into his chest and pulls.
The kid spits up on your sleeve and you just laugh, wiping their chin with the edge of your shirt while murmuring, “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute.”
Wolffe never thought babies were his thing. Too loud, too fragile, too unpredictable. He’d spent most of his life around soldiers and warzones, not soft blankets and tiny socks. But then he sees you sitting in the corner of the barracks lounge with someone’s infant tucked against your chest, his entire brain short-circuits.
Wolffe’s gone after that.
Because now he’s imagining what your child would look like. If they’d have your smile. If they’d curl tiny fingers around his scarred hands without fear.
It unsettles him how badly he wants it.
Later that night, he corners you in the corridor, arms crossed, trying to act normal while absolutely failing.
“You’re good with kids,” he mutters.
You grin. “That surprise you?”
“A little.”
His eye lingers on your mouth before dropping lower. “Made me think.”
“Oh?” you tease.
Wolffe steps closer, voice rough. “Thought about you carrying one around that looked like us.”
The silence after that is dangerous. You blink at him, cheeks warming, and he notices immediately. His smirk is slow and wolfish.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “That got your attention.”
When you shove at his chest, embarrassed, he catches your wrist easily and pulls you closer.
“Don’t start blushing now, cyare. You were the one making domestic life look tempting.”
Then, “Besides, I think youd look good carrying my kid.”
And the bastard sounds entirely too pleased with himself when your knees nearly give out.
Cody
Cody has always been good at adapting. New battle plans, impossible odds, sudden chaos, he handles it all with a calm smile. But nothing prepares him for seeing you with a baby asleep against your shoulder during a base gathering.
You’re swaying gently to keep the little one asleep, absentmindedly rubbing tiny circles over their back while talking to someone nearby. The baby’s fist is curled in your shirt, completely content.
Cody feels something in his chest go painfully soft. He’s done for.
He leans against the doorway watching you for way too long, helmet tucked under his arm while his mind wanders somewhere dangerous. Somewhere warm, somewhere domestic.
You catch him staring eventually and raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says too quickly.
You narrow your eyes. “You’ve had that look on your face for five straight minutes.”
“What look?”
“The one where you’re pretending not to think very loudly.”
That gets a laugh out of him. But he walks closer anyway, gaze drifting back to the baby.
“He trusts you,” he says quietly.
“Well, babies can tell who’s safe.”
The words hit him harder than they should. Because Cody suddenly imagines coming back from deployment and finding you in shared quarters with a sleepy infant curled against your chest. Imagines hearing tiny footsteps running toward him. Imagines home.
He’s absolutely cooked.
The baby wakes and starts fussing. Before you can soothe them, Cody crouches beside you and offers his finger. Tiny hands grab him instantly.
Your expression melts. And stars, that look from you almost kills him.
“What?” he asks, smiling.
“You’d make a really good dad.”
Cody freezes for half a second.Then his eyes darken just slightly as he looks between you and the baby. “That so?”
“Mhm.”
He stands slowly, close enough now that your breath catches. “Careful saying things like that to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I already spend enough time thinking about you.”
Your face warms instantly.
Cody grins, completely unrepentant. “Now I’m imagining you pregnant and looking at me like that too.”
You choke on air while he laughs softly, leaning down to murmur, “And honestly? That mental image is becoming a problem.”
Rex
Rex doesn’t notice it happening at first.
One second he’s walking into the medbay looking for Kix, and the next he’s stopped dead in the doorway because there you are with a baby balanced on your hip like you were born for it.
The little girl is babbling at you while clutching your name tag, and you’re answering her with complete seriousness.
“Oh really? That’s fascinating. Tell me more.”
The baby squeals happily and Rex feels his heart fold in on itself. You look so natural like this.
And suddenly he’s wondering what it would feel like to have a life outside the war. A tiny apartment somewhere quiet. You laughing in a kitchen while a child toddles after him calling him dad.
It hits him hard enough to steal the breath from his lungs.
The baby grabs your cheeks with both hands, making you laugh louder, and Rex is completely helpless after that.
“You break easy around kids, Captain?” you tease when you notice him staring.
“Only this one,” he says automatically.
Your eyebrows lift. You start laughing and he groans because now he’s embarrassed and you look adorable laughing at him.
But then the baby reaches toward him.
Rex hesitates before taking her carefully, surprisingly gentle for someone built for war. The baby immediately grabs his blond hair and giggles.
Your expression softens instantly.
And maker, that look from you nearly ruins him.
“You’re good at that,” you murmur.
Rex glances up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Something shifts in his face then. Something quieter. More vulnerable.
“I think…” He pauses. “I think I’d want one someday.”
Your breath catches slightly and Rex notices. His gaze drops to your lips before meeting your eyes again, warm and steady. “With the right person,” he adds softly.
The silence between you suddenly feels charged.
Then he smiles, slow and devastating.
“And if you keep looking at me while holding babies, you’re not making it easy to stay responsible about that.”
Fives
Fives notices things other people don’t. Tiny details, expressions, habits.
So the second he sees a baby crawl straight past three shinies and make a beeline for you, he’s paying attention.
You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hangar, laughing softly while the little boy climbs into your lap like he belongs there. The kid immediately grabs your face with sticky hands, and instead of recoiling, you kiss his palm dramatically.
“Well, hello to you too, tiny menace.”
The baby shrieks with delighted laughter.
Fives feels something dangerous spark low in his chest. Because you don’t even realize what you look like right now, smiling all soft and sleepy, holding that kid like it’s the easiest thing in the galaxy. Like you were made for it.
And suddenly his brain betrays him completely. He imagines a baby with your eyes and his curls. Imagines hearing you laugh like that in the middle of the night while holding his kid. Imagines waking up beside you with tiny feet kicking between you both.
He’s staring so hard Echo has to elbow him. “You look insane right now.”
“Shut up.”
You glance over at the sound of their bickering and grin. “You wanna hold him?”
Fives tries to play it cool. “Depends. Is he gonna throw up on me?”
“Probably.”
“Alright, hand him over.”
The second the baby settles against his chest, tiny fingers gripping his blacks, Fives is absolutely finished. Completely gone.
And then he looks up and catches the expression on your face. “You’re good at this,” you say quietly.
Fives smirks automatically. “Good with my hands, mesh’la.”
You snort. “That line work on everyone?”
“No.” His eyes flick down your body slowly. “Just the people I think about having a future with.”
The teasing leaves his voice at the end, replaced with something warmer, realer.
Your breath catches. Fives notices immediately, grin turning wicked. “Kriff,” he murmurs. “You really liked that one.”
Then he bounces the baby lightly and adds, “Careful or I’m gonna start thinking about putting one in your arms for real.”
Fox
Fox is exhausted almost constantly.
Coruscant never sleeps, which means neither does he. His life is paperwork, politics, and trying to stop the galaxy from collapsing every five minutes.
Domestic thoughts don’t happen for him anymore.
Until you. Until he walks into the Senate daycare during a security sweep and finds you sitting in the middle of a pile of toddlers like some kind of battlefield medic for tiny disasters.
One kid is asleep against your side. Another is braiding your sleeve strings together. A third is demanding you read the same holobook for the fifth time.
And you’re handling all of it with this calm, patient smile that hits Fox directly in the chest.
He leans in the doorway longer than he should.
Then one of the toddlers waddles over and wraps themselves around your leg while whining sleepily, and you scoop them up without hesitation, kissing their forehead automatically.
Fox is done for.
Because now he’s imagining coming home to this.
To you waiting up late with a baby half-asleep on your shoulder. To tiny socks left around quarters. To hearing laughter instead of blaster fire ringing in his ears.
It’s terrifying how much he wants it.
“You look scary when you stare,” you tell him eventually.
Fox crosses his arms. “Occupational hazard.”
“Mhm.” You smile knowingly. “Or you just like watching me babysit.”
His silence gives him away instantly. Your eyebrows rise. “Oh my gods,” you laugh softly. “Fox.”
He exhales through his nose, already doomed. “You’re good with them.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m thinking things I shouldn’t.”
Your smile turns dangerous. “Such as?”
Fox steps closer slowly until he’s standing right in front of you, gaze dropping briefly to the baby in your arms.
Then back to you. “Such as how good you’d look holding mine.”
The words come out low and rough and your face heats immediately. Fox notices, eyes darkening just slightly before he leans down near your ear. “And now I can’t stop imagining it.”
Bacara
Bacara is not soft. At least, that’s what everyone assumes.
The commander of the Galactic Marines is cold efficiency wrapped in armour and discipline. People straighten when he enters rooms. Troopers go silent.
Then he sees you holding a baby and suddenly the terrifying commander looks like he’s forgotten how to function.
It happens on leave. Some little girl from the settlement toddles toward you with grabby hands, and you crouch instantly to pick her up.
The child presses her face into your neck like she trusts you completely.
Bacara feels something sharp crack open in his chest, because you look beautiful.
You sway gently while talking to the girl, smiling every time she babbles nonsense at you. The kid eventually falls asleep against your shoulder, tiny fist curled into your shirt.
And Bacara cannot stop staring.
He starts thinking things he’s never let himself think before. About family. About seeing you heavy with his child and knowing, for once in his life, that something good belonged to him.
It scares him with the intensity of it.
“You’ve been glaring at me for ten minutes,” you say eventually.
“I’m not glaring.”
“You absolutely are.”
Bacara walks over slowly, eyes fixed on the sleeping child in your arms. His expression softens almost imperceptibly.
“She likes you.”
“She likes everybody.”
“No,” he says quietly. “Not like this.”
Something in his tone makes your stomach flip.
You shift the baby slightly. “You ever think about kids?”
Bacara’s gaze drags up your body slowly before meeting your eyes again. “Never used to.”
Your breath catches. “And now?” you ask softly.
His voice drops lower. “Now I can’t stop picturing you full of mine.”
The honesty of it nearly knocks the air from your lungs.
Bacara notices instantly, thumb brushing briefly against your wrist.
“You’d look good like that,” he murmurs. “Safe, happy. Full of my child.”
And somehow the bluntness makes it infinitely worse.
Hunter
Hunter hears the baby laughing before he sees you.
Bright, uncontrollable giggles echo through the Marauder, and he follows the sound automatically, only to stop dead in the doorway.
You’re lying on the floor with a baby balanced on your stomach while Omega sits nearby absolutely delighted by the whole thing.
The kid is cackling every time you make exaggerated shocked faces.
“No way,” you gasp dramatically. “You stole my nose? Give it back!”
The baby smacks your face happily. Hunter’s chest aches instantly. Because this, this easy warmth around you, fits too well.
He’s spent so long protecting people that sometimes he forgets there’s supposed to be more to life than survival. But watching you with that child makes something painfully domestic settle into his mind.
A home somewhere quiet. Hunter’s completely lost in the thought before you notice him.
“You just gonna stand there looking mysterious?” you tease.
Omega snickers. “He’s doing the staring thing again.”
Hunter sighs. “Traitor.”
You laugh, and the baby reaches for him immediately.
The second Hunter takes the child, tiny fingers latch onto his bandana and tug hard enough to make the kid squeal triumphantly.
Your smile softens.
And stars, that expression from you nearly drops him.
“You look natural,” you murmur.
Hunter glances up. “With kids?”
“Mhm.”
Something vulnerable flickers across his face then disappears beneath a crooked smile. “That dangerous for me?”
“Very.”
He steps closer, baby balanced carefully against his chest while his eyes stay locked on yours.
“You know,” he says quietly, “seeing you like this is giving me ideas.”
Your cheeks warm instantly. “Hunter—”
“I’m serious.” His grin turns softer. “Can’t stop wondering what our kid would look like.”
The air between you suddenly feels too warm.
“Think they’d have your smile or my attitude?”
Howzer
Howzer falls a little bit in love with you every day already.
Seeing you with a baby just seals his fate completely.
You’re visiting one of the families on Ryloth when their infant starts crying mid-conversation. Before the parents can apologize, you hold your arms out automatically.
“Can I?”
The mother hands the baby over gratefully. And somehow within seconds, the crying stops.
You bounce the little girl gently against your chest, murmuring nonsense in a soft voice while her tiny fingers curl around yours.
Howzer stares like a man witnessing a divine revelation. Because you look radiant. Warm sunlight catches your face while the baby blinks up at you sleepily, completely calm now. You kiss her forehead without thinking, and Howzer feels his entire heart cave in.
He’s gone. The dangerous part is how quickly his mind jumps ahead.
He imagines children with your laugh running through open market streets. Imagines you teasing him while a baby naps against his chest. Imagines slow mornings and peace and a future he never thought he’d get.
“You’re staring again,” you say with amusement.
“Can you blame me?”
You grin. “I’m holding a baby, not performing magic.”
Howzer smiles softly. “Feels pretty close.”
The baby yawns, nestling deeper into you, and he physically has to stop himself from saying something reckless immediately.
Unfortunately, he fails.
“You’d make an incredible mother.”
Your eyes widen slightly. Howzer notices and steps closer, voice gentler now. “I mean it.”
There’s something devastatingly sincere in the way he says it. No teasing, no deflection. Just completely honest.
Then his gaze drops briefly to the baby before returning to you, warmer now. More intimate.
“And selfishly?” he murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you’d look carrying my child.”
Your breath catches hard enough that he smiles instantly.
“Ah,” he says softly, delighted. “There you are.”
Then he brushes his fingers against yours where they rest against the baby’s back.
“Good. Means I’m not the only one thinking about it now.”
I decided to participate to "Summer of Clone" for the first week, I decided to draw Tup and Dogma as Cadet.
Summer of Clones 2026 Prompt Week 1: Cadet.
Tup: When leaving kamino, I'll let my hair grow.
Dogma: Its against protocol Tup!
