♡

╰┈➤ MASTERLISTS

headcanons masterlist fics masterlist art blog

╰┈➤ ABOUT ME

name: percy age: 9teen pronouns: he/him identity: trans man sexuality: pansexual + demi-aroace

╰┈➤ GUIDELINES

i will write fluff, angst, sensitive, suggestive, mature and explicit content—so viewer discretion is advised.

i will not write clonecest/cloneshipping, abuse romanticism, sexual content regarding minors and rape/non-con.

i do not use/write with ai or any content containing ai. warnings are always at the beginning, if I have missed something, don’t be afraid to message me!

╰┈➤ REQUESTS

always gender neutral unless requested! and any can be requested! including those out of the binary.

character x reader or character + reader [OPEN]

or character x character, character + character

gender-neutral, non-binary, men: including afab men, women: including amab women, etc etc… we love the trans and queer umbrella here ♡

you can also any request characters if i haven’t written them, and I will try my best to write it!! :3

QUEER AND TRANS CHARACTERS/READERS ARE PREFERRED !

╰┈➤ CURRENT CHARACTERES

501st: Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Dogma, Tup 212th: Cody, Slick, Boil, Waxer Wolfpack: Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, Comet Corries: Fox, Thire, Thorn, Hound, Stone TBB: Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Echo Bounty hunters: Jango, Boba Misc clones: Bly, Mayday, Gregor, Howzer, Gree, Sister, Colt

╰┈➤ EXTRAS

Fox worked nonstop, even when he was in the walls of his home. He still worked.

Datapad in hands, back taut and leant over, eyes bloodshot and a blue hue reflected off his brown skin in the pits of the dark. His fingers trembled as his hands held the pad hard.

He yawned and put it down for the mean time, he leant back against the seat, his head leaning back against the wood of the chair.

He was exhausted, but he still had much to do. Even when he wasn't on duty, flimsiwork still nagged at him.

He heard the door open and he tilted his head slightly, he squinted his eyes as he saw a silhouette, and it was clearly of you.

"Why is it so dark in here?" You mumbled and twisted the dial for the lights. You walked to the kitchen and put down the basket of food you had bought. You turned to the dining table and smiled.

You walked over to your partner and pressed a gentle kiss to his head. "Hey, when did you get home?"

"Mmh... what's the time now?"

You looked towards the chrono on the counter. "2300 hours."

"Half an hour."

"They let you back earlier then," you hummed and started putting the groceries away. Usually Fox would've been home at 0100 hours or later.

"Mhm," he murmured and rested his arms on the table, leaning his head on top of them.

"You look exhausted," you chuckled, putting the last of the food away, you walked up to him and placed your hands on his shoulders. Your fingers started to rub at the stiff muscles.

Fox let out a soft grunt and closed his eyes. "I'm absolutely drained." Your fingers felt so good against his blacks, but he could certainly do with them against his bare skin.

You pressed your lips under Fox's ear, enjoying the goosebumps that emitted from him.

"Please can we..." he swallowed deeply and slowly turned his head back to face you. "Bed? I'm not exactly comfortable here."

"You got it." You smiled and helped Fox off the seat before walking over to your bedroom. You opened the door and let him make himself comfortable.

You crawled onto the bed and cupped Fox's face, your lips pressing against chapped ones. You fluttered your eyes shut and tilted your head to the side, your thumbs brushed against his cheeks.

Fox hummed softly and leant on his back, letting you straddle his lap. His hands rested against your shoulders as he locked his lips with yours, the hot touch of you made him realise just how deprived he was of anything physical related.

And finally getting the touch of you, his partner, the only one he'd let near him—it was making him more heated by the second. He murmured your name and slowly pulled away.

You felt the bulge against your legs and you slowly rocked against him. The friction of both of your clothes was making the pair of you crazy. To the point that Fox grabbed the front of your pants and tugged them down.

"Fuck, ride me. I need you so fuckin' bad I can't fuckin' think."

You grinned and gave a nod, you lifted your hips and let Fox take off your clothes as you took his own bodyglove off. You pressed your nose to the crook of his neck and trailed it up his jaw, whilst your hand reached over to the nightstand to grab both a bottle of slick and protection.

You didn't mind if you had it or not, but Fox was extremely particular about penetration, and you needed him to be comfortable, because he could easily get turned off, and you wanted to pleasure him.

You gave the bottle to Fox and ripped it open with your teeth, well tried to—it failed and you had to let out a small embarassed laugh. "Ah... uh—that was meant to make you more turned on?"

Fox snorted and rolled his eyes, he pressed his forehead against yours and slowly slid a finger inside you. "Y'don't need to, this is enough." He grabbed the packet and teared it with his own teeth and slipped it on with a grunt.

You let out a small shaky breath, your eyes shutting as you leant forward. "Just... want this to last for you."

"I know, n' I have a feelin' I'm goin' to," Fox mumbled, enjoying the feel of you fidgeting slightly as he slid another one in and started pumping them in and out.

You gave a nod and pulled his fingers out of you, and pushed Fox down flat. You rubbed his cock for a couple moments before slowly sinking yourself down on him.

He tilted his head back immediately and let out a long moan, his hands gripped your hips and he felt every sense go haywire. It really had been too long.

A little too long.

He already felt himself tighten and his nails dug into your skin.

You let out a groan as you felt Fox pulse inside you already, you rested your hands on his chest and started a steady rhythm. "Shit... you feel so good."

"Ffffuu...ck..." he squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back swiftly. He let out a loud moan and jolted his hips up, he came in quick and short spurts.

He let out a long, deep gasp and then a choked moan. He turned his head away in humiliation and grumbled. "Ugh, sorry, I... it's just been a long time."

The feel of you still around him had his entire body trembling.

"Hey, it's alright," you murmured and slipped off him, you didn't want to overstimulate him, so you used your own hand to reach your peak. Whilst also pressing your lips to his.

Fox grunted and pulled your hand away, before you could retort he replaced it with his own hand. You should've came at the same time as him, but he was too desperate to even hold back.

"Nh, shit, Fox..." you sigh relieved and bucked your hips with his rhythm.

"Not fair that I couldn't make you cum durin' sex," he whispered shakily, his fingers moving faster with your hips. He let you press your lips under his ear, which then got him groaning and writhing.

You smirked and suckled at his skin softly, your hand held his wrist and moved his hand faster, in response Fox let you take over. You moaned softly and stilled your hips for a moment, before relaxing against the man.

"Your fingers are just as good, y'know?" You muttered, stroking his face and the dampness under his eyelid.

"It's so annoyin', either I do it too quick, or just can't... wish I could give you more."

"Oh, shut up. Our relationship isn't just based on sex, and it's not just about penetration either, my love." You peppered your kisses against the freckles on his chest.

Fox hummed and fluttered his eyes shut, he panted softly as he pushed his chest more against you. "Y'too good to me... I love you so fuckin' much, it hurts."

You smiled and held his face, smashing your lips against his, yet again. It wasn't a regular occurrence hearing Fox say 'I love you', he usually did it in actions, so hearing it from him, meant he was especially vulnerable.

You liked Sev's voice.

Scratch that, you fucking loved Sev's voice.

Yes, he was a clone, and yeah most of them had the same voice, but somehow Sev's voice was deeper, more hoarse. It had a growling undertone to it, in fact, you also loved hearing him growl angrily.

Hearing him talk normally shouldn't get you riled up. But it does, and it gets you worked up hard.

So, every time there's a conversation going on between the Delta Squad, you usually had to physically restrain yourself. Legs crossed as you pretended it was just a plain conversation, because it was.

And yeah, you were a freak, having to excuse yourself just to rub one out because of his voice.

And it wasn't getting any better.

You were sitting on the crate with the others as a quick debrief was in motion. You had your leg over your other one and elbows resting on your knees, your teeth bit down on your lower lip as Sev was talking next.

You exhaled heavily and stood up. "Excuse me," you murmured quickly and went to walk away, but a strong grip on your hand stopped you. You frowned and turned around. "Sev—"

"If you'll excuse us, we need to talk for a moment," Sev spoke roughly and started to drag you away from his brothers, he pushed you into a small room and stayed quiet until he knew the others walked out.

"Sev, let me go."

"Don' think I don' notice you walkin' away from me every time I speak," he whispered deeply, he stepped forward and cornered you to the edge of the room.

"It's not what you think, don't take it the wrong way," you started to speak quietly.

"Mhm, quite the opposite in fact, think I'm takin' it the right way..." he murmured roughly, his nose sliding up your jaw.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, so much for keeping your pleasure under wraps.

"Y'not as subtle as you think... you've been thinkin' 'bout me." Sev pulled his head back and slowly sunk to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs. "What about, I dunno—but you've... mmh."

He pressed his nose against the front of your pants and fluttered his eyes shut, his tongue dragging against the fabric. "Gettin' worked up 'cause of me? Never had such a strong reaction like that to me before. People runnin' away or crossin' the other way, sure..."

"But this? This is new."

You gritted your teeth and arched your back slightly, he knew, he must of known that it was his voice that made you heated. "Liar... you do know what it is."

Sev looked up through his eyelashes and smirked slightly, his tongue dragging across his top row of teeth. "Perhaps, but I wanna hear it from you."

You rolled your eyes but stayed silent, your fingers slid through his hair and you tugged on it slightly—which unexpectedly emitted a long groan from him. Ah, so he likes his hair being pulled on.

"Nnh, tell me what it is, or y'don' get to cum," he mumbled out, his hands slowly tugging your pants down. He pressed a soft kiss to your sex, which seemed to be dribbling quite swiftly.

"Fuckin' tease," you grumbled and tilted your head back against the wall. "You ended the debriefin' just so you could get me to tell ya what I like 'bout you?"

"Mm, not my fault that you keep leavin' early to jack off 'bout me."

"How the hell—?"

But Sev just grinned and a dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes, his tongue dragging across the you, enjoying the small trembles that racked through your legs.

"Shit... c'mon Sev..." you groaned annoyed and bucked your hips up.

He pulled away and tilted his head. "No, y'tell me what it is and then we'll see where it goes."

"Fuck you, I like your fuckin' voice, okay? It turns me on to the point I can't even think, and it doesn't help if you're talking normally."

Sev stared up at you and hummed with approval. "Was that so hard, cyar'ika?"

Now he was doing this on purpose, you groaned and tugged at his hair which earned you another low grunt. "Y'don't get to tease me and then expect me not to do it back."

"Fuckin'... mng." He tilted his head back and let out a deep noise. In return, he pushed his face forward and practically put his entire mouth on you, which then made you moan in return.

So, this was what it was going to be, a dance of domination.

And Sev was winning.

You panted hard and slowly glanced down, you were so thankful in this moment that Sev didn't have his armour on. You moved your foot until you felt a bump and pressed your heel down on it.

The noise that left Sev? Oh, it was to die for, you needed to hear more. It was growly, it was dark and it was throaty—like it came from the pit of his stomach, like he was inexperienced.

This made things better, as you tilted your head to the side in bliss, you moved your foot around in circles and dragging it up and down the now dampening patch.

Which made Sev temporarily pause in his own motions and lean forward, he gripped your ankle and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure, his hips subconsciously bucked up and he groaned hoarsely.

"Fuck, you sound so fuckin' good, Sev—gonna make me cum from your voice alone."

"Do it, then," he growled out, glaring up at you, annoyed that he seemed to be losing the fight. "Cum without me touchin' you an' with my voice alone."

"Shit, with how you're talking, I just might," you replied breathlessly. The warmth from between your legs soon vanished, it looked like Sev really wasn't joking about what he said.

"Thought I was kiddin', huh?" He muttered, his fingers tightened around your ankle as he slowly rolled his hips up against the heel of your foot. He tilted his head back and groused quietly.

"Y'know, I'm not usually a talkative person," he replied quietly, his hips rocking forward more and more, needing to chase that pleasure that sparked his stomach.

"But knowin' that somebody gets off on it... fuck, bet you're gonna cream your pants just from a li'l talkin'."

"Mmh, y'know I am..." your thighs trembled as you felt yourself tighten up.

You continue to rub up and down Sev's clothed cock, the sounds that left his lips were making you closer.

"Mnn, fuck—hurry it up," he whimpered slightly, oh that was a sound you weren't expecting, and all of a sudden, you dropped down and pressed your lips against his, hard. Your hand replaced your foot and you curled your fingers around him.

Sev's eyebrows furrowed and he dug his nails into your nape. He pressed his chest against yours as he arched his back, your hand finding the small of it.

You may have been seconds away from exploding, but fuck, hearing Sev sound anything but a growl and a deep whine instead? Priorities changed.

"Tell me how close you are," you demanded into his ear.

The commando in response, growled, glaring at you as he opened his eyes. "Enough for me to break your neck if you stop."

"Duly noted," you replied out of breath with a short laugh.

"Fuck, shit—just a li'l fuckin' more or I'll break your guts." He wouldn't, but that was him hiding just how desperate he really was at the moment. He hadn't felt anything like it, speaking dirty about it and experiencing were two completely different things, which he had just found out.

"I know, I'm not stopping, but would it kill you to be a little more nicer about it?" You asked, enjoying the sweaty and panting form in front of you.

Sev closed his eyes again, but squeezed them shut harder this time. His fingers dragged down your skin as a long, throaty groan tore from his lips. His hips jerked forward against your hand a couple times before he paused, warm, thick substance covered your fingers, followed by a pleasurable sigh.

Which in return, actually had you rolling your eyes back and jolting your own hips as you came untouched. You let out a soft moan and leant against him.

Your hand carried on rubbing Sev until he pulled away, in return you moved your hand and rubbed it on your pants, you could sort it out later.

"Mh," a small noise emitted from the man and he relaxed against you. His lips rested against your neck, catching his breath.

You leant against the wall and slowly tilted Sev's chin up with a grin. "Enjoy that?"

"Fuck you," was all he said in return, but he didn't make an effort to leave. He buried his face in your throat and huffed. "These are my only pairs, by the way, asshole."

"Eh, we'll get you another pair."

Beat beat beat

Your heart was beating out of its chest, your eyes shoot open and you let out a soft breath. Sweat beaded down your temple and you didn’t want to move, not yet.

Your eyes flickered to your surroundings, durasteel, bunks, snoring. The Marauder. You swallowed deeply and gripped the covers that you were tucked under.

You slowly turned your head to the side and exhaled shakily. You gazed at the bunks, Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair.

No Tech.

Right, nighttime watch, so somebody was awake.

You slowly sit up and rubbed your forehead, your fingers shook as you moved the blanket off you. You tried to look in the distance, there was a subtle flutter of neon blue in the cockpit.

You swivelled your legs around and started to walk to the door slowly, once it opened up, you stood there, not quite moving.

Tech heard the door open and he turned around, he tilted his head and stared. “Hello...?”

You swallowed deeply and rubbed your palms before exhaling shakily. "Hey."

"You're awake early."

You let out a small hum and slowly sat down on the co-pilot seat. You leant back and let out a shaky sigh, your arms circling yourself.

"You seem to be trembling."

"Just a bad dream, that's all..." you whispered, you curled your legs up against your chest.

Tech would've lectured you about your feet on the seat, but he held himself back. He observed you, you seemed to be extremely shaken up. "Seems to be... a little more than bad?"

"Y'can say that again," you chuckled dryly.

He gave a small nod and fidgeted with his data pad, he wanted to comfort you, but he wasn't the greatest with words or even actions. He took in a deep breath. "Maybe I can... talk to keep your mind of it? That's if you don't want to talk about your dream."

You smiled and gazed at him. "Yeah that—that sounds real good, Tech. Thanks."

Tech gave a small hum and put down his datapad on the nav-console. "Anything?

"Yeah, just... talk to me about your special interests, I just need a distraction, that's all."

"I wouldn't recommend that, I can be... quite talkative about them," he mumbled and glanced down at his pad.

"That's the exact reason I wan' you to talk, Tech."

"...very well.'" he replied a little higher pitched than he meant, but, he was excited to talk to you about his hyperfixations.

You snuggle up against the chair, leaning your head against the seat as you stared at the clone. He was really talking for once, like excitedly yapping.

It made you smile, you loved seeing the happiness in his eyes and the movement in his hands as he spoke about what made him happy. It distracted you a lot, the fear in your brain had dimmed quite a bit.

"Is this... helping?" Tech asked quietly.

"Extremely, keep goin', don't uh—be offended if I fall asleep."

He shook his head. "At least I'll know that I'm soothing you, I suppose."

You carried on listening to Tech ramble on, and you could feel your eyes droop, the voice calmed you and not long after, darkness filled your eyes.

Tech paused and tilted his head as he looked at you, a small breathy laugh escaped his lips and he stood up. He walked to the bunks and grabbed his blanket before making his way back.

He wrapped the blanket around you gently, tucking it around your body. He took a step back to make sure you were comfortable enough.

╰┈➤ MULTIPLES

☆ physical affection headcanons. [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ INDIVIDUALS

501ST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

212TH

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

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

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

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

WOLFPACK

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

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

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

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

CORRIES

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

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

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

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

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

TBB

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

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

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

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

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

DELTA SQUAD

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

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

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

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

MISC

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pabu was known for its fresh food, and it’s something the Bad Batch didn’t have often. so, situating on the planet, they were certainly eating better than they ever have.

Sometimes, they’d be compelled to even grow their own food, well, try—because they didn’t have a clue.

Crosshair was walking around the fields, when he noticed someone crouched down, picking things into their basket. He stood there and folded his arms over his chest, a farmer, by the looks of it. Well, maybe he could watch for the sake of Tech and Wrecker.

He took notice of the soil, the colour and the place it was in. It looked damp, and a dark brown.

He then glanced to the actual plants and how they were grown into the ground. Did they have to be planted a certain way then?”

“May I help you?”

Crosshair blinked as he realised you were talking to him, he huffed in response and folded his arms over his chest. As much as he would’ve liked to see more of the farming techniques, he did not want to hold a conversation about it.

“No,” he replied bluntly and started to walk away, he kept the notes in his head ready to subtly tell Tech.

He made his way to the Marauder and saw said brother working on the ship. He glanced down and scoffed. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“Thanks for your input, Crosshair. as you can see, I am currently working on my ship,” Tech replied just as bluntly and glanced up at him. “Where have you been anyway?”

“Doing your things for you, apparently. You’re the one that wanted to start a farm, why am I doin’ your dirty work?” He grumbled and settled down on the ramp.

“Actually, it’s for all of us, so we can eat more healthily,” Tech hummed and pushed himself away from under the ship to sit up.

“We never used to.”

“Yes, well. We never used to settle down, but there we go.” He mumbled and rubbed his nape, it wasn’t long ago that they had decided to actually settle down on a planet. It wasn’t them, but after everything they’d been through.

They deserved it.

“I think it’s useless.” Crosshair shrugged and stared at his twin in annoyance.

“I think you’re useless. Tell me what you’ve seen, then.” He stood up and brushed the dirt off his thighs, before staring down at his brother.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, and sighed. he stretched out his legs and leant against the metal. “The soil was… brown.”

“Thank you, crosshair. That will be very helpful, as we know finding brown soil is extremely hard on this planet,” he replied sarcastically and started putting away the tools in the crate.

“Shut up, I haven’t finished. it’s a very vibrant brown and… damp, so I guess you’ll have to water it.”

“Obviously.”

“What are you planning on growin’? There was a farmer I bumped into—“

“Did you talk to them?” Tech asked, momentarily turning around from the crate to look at Crosshair.

“No? why would I?” He scoffed and glared at him incredulously, since when was he a people’s person?

“Maybe because it could help us actually grow crops?” He sighed loudly and closed the lid of the crate, and sat down on it.

“You talk to them, then,” Crosshair muttered and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the outside wall of the ship.

“Fine, where did you see this farmer?” Tech muttered irritated and leant his hands on his hips, tilting his head down.

“Fields.”

“Crosshair—“

“So, think I’m goin’ to go,” he heaved a long breath and stood up, walking into the ship, leaving Tech alone.

“Fields, of course. Not like there isn’t many of them.”

The next time Crosshair bumped into this farmer, was during the night. he was sent out by Tech, again, doing his damn dirty work for him. He walked into the same crop field and crouched by the food.

His fingers slithered through the soil, trying to get a feel, and then he glanced at the plants. Still looked extremely complicated, why couldn’t they just have rations all the time?

“Hope y'not plannin' on stealin' that.”

That same voice…

He breathed through his nose sharply and stood up, he finally looked at you and glared. “Why would I want your farm?”

He turned on his heel and started walking again, but was stopped this time.

“Y'seem interested in the soil,” you spoke softly and took a step forward. “Interested in growin' your own food? I've seen you and your… crew, you’ve been situated here for a while, now.”

The clone clicked his tongue, folding his arms over his chest. “My brother, it’s his idea. Wants to eat more healthy, I don’t see how it makes a difference.”

“He’s correct, it’s more nutritious as well,” you reply, you walked over to one of your plants and pulled a bright red tomato off. You held out your hand and glanced at the man.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow conspicuously, his eyes flicked down to the round food item. What were you even trying to do?

“Eat it, dumbass,” you chuckled and stretched your arm out further. “Just take it.”

“Fine, since you’re irritating me,” Crosshair sighed and grabbed the food reluctantly, he stared at it and moved it around.

“You chew it with your teeth? Just put it between your lips.”

“I know how to fucking eat,” he snarled and shoved his teeth into the tomato, spraying the seeds on his face.

“Yeah, uh, not made for aggressiveness.” You grinned and folded your arms over his chest.

Crosshair sucked in a breath and dragged his tongue across his lips, and the taste hit him immediately. So, he got another taste by moving his thumb against his cheek and licking it.

You smiled as you watched him, for someone so closed off, it certainly looked like he was enjoying himself. “Good?”

The clone looked up and glared daggers into the farmer. “Do not speak a word of this, I dare you.”

“Why would I? Tomatoes are nice, also—what do I gain from that?” You huffed in amusement. “Anyways, if your brother wants to come by, I’ll be happy to teach him all he knows.

“Hmph,” he grunted and treaded away. He didn’t want to talk anymore, this person just drained him already.

But, he was going to tell Tech about this.

He walked back to the ship, trying to rub the juice off his upper blacks. Disgusting. But he brought his fingers to his lips to lick it off.

He made a beeline to his bunk, quietly. He got changed into comfy pyjamas and tucked himself into his bunk.

Morning soon came, and Crosshair found himself waking up. He glanced around slowly, everybody else seemed to be awake. He then sat up straight as soon as he heard an unfamiliar yet recognisable voice.

He rushed to get his armour on and stepped down on the ramp of the ship. He paused as that very same farmer was talking with his brothers. At least he didn’t need to do Tech’s dirty work for him.

He sighed and walked down, his hands on his hips. “Finally doin’ your own thing, then?”

Tech turned his head and glared at him with a deadpan look. “You could do with listening to this, Cross’.”

“Highly doubt that.”

“Mm, different seein' you in the sunlight,” your voice rang out.

Crosshair tilted his head and looked you up and down, indeed. It was different seeing you in actual light, the way your eyes lit up in the—

“Hm,” he muttered and walked past you, he noticed Hunter by the shooting range and used the time to go to him instead.

“Ignore him, he’s not a conversationalist,” his twin glanced over at him and sighed.

“I can see that.” You grinned and excused yourself, before walking over to the said clone, who was now alone, his brother—which you found out was called Hunter, walked towards Tech.

“Hey.”

“What?” Crosshair grumbled and gripped his rifle, turning his head.

“Y'good with that,” you hummed, observing the way he shot at the targets.

“I know,” he replied and placed his blaster down. He folded his arms over his chest and stared at you. “What do you want?”

“Got you another tomato, since you seemed to really like the last one.” You smirked slightly and handed it over to him

“Only because I spilt it over me, freak.” Crosshair grabbed the tomato, before eating it less viciously this time.

“Mm, there’s that, too,” you whispered, sitting down on the small brick wall.

Crosshair raised and eyebrow at your smirk, he wanted to get rid of it bad. He took a step forward, towering you and trying to intimidate you.

You lifted your head up, not frightened by the least. “You tryin’ to intimidate me, Crosshair?”

“Who told you my name?” He growled and gripped your collar.

“Your brothers, who else?” You murmured and your hand held his wrist, your tongue dragged across your lower lip. Honestly, the way he was acting was quite literally turning you on.

Shit, you were a freak.

Crosshair let out a heavy breath through his nose and grabbed your thighs, dragging you down into the ground behind the wall. So, passing civilians couldn’t quite see.

“You want to be a freak? I’ll treat you like one,” he growled and turned you on your stomach. He gripped your hips and whispered in your ear. “Do you want to be treated like this?”

Your fingers curled up and you turned your head with a wide smile. “Do your worst.”

That’s all it took for Crosshair to slip down your bottoms, he rubbed the skin of your inner thighs and pressed his face to your nape. He spread you apart and slipped his fingers inside.

You squeezed your eyes shut and scratched at the ground. His fingers weren’t thick, but they were very long, and he hit some really good places—which made soft grunts slither out.

Once he thought you were loose enough, he took off his codpiece and pulled down his blacks as far as they went until they hit his thigh armour.

He pressed his lips to your neck, trying to muffle the pleasured hiss as he pushed into you. He closed his eyes and gripped your shoulders, his teeth dug into his lip.

“Mn…!” You groaned and arched your back slightly.

“Yeah… where’s that cocky smile, now?” Crosshair panted out, he pulled out slightly and started a steady rhythm, making sure your body hits against the ground.

“Mfff, still… still ‘ere,” you breathlessly replied and grinned. You wrapped your arm around his neck, moving onto your side slowly.

He gritted his teeth and started to go faster, he tilted his head back. Quiet moans poured out of his lips that he couldn’t hold back anymore, you felt too good.

“Crosshair… mmh, I’m gonna come,” you whispered strained.

“Yeah, I bet you are,” he muttered and leant back over you. His nails dragged down your arms, his pelvis started to hit your back as he thrusted deeper and swifter. He rested his forehead between your shoulder blades.

He knew he was close, scarily so, and he hadn’t even been going for that long. He squeezed his fingers around your hips, before pleasuring you at the same time. He wanted you to come first so he didn’t feel humiliated for going so fast.

“Hngh! Crosshair!” You groaned out, but half way through, you felt a hand slap over your mouth. Your eyes fluttered as you came, your body trembled slightly as your hot breath fanned Crosshair’s palm.

The feel of you squeezing around him makes him bury his face into the crook of your neck. He felt himself moan against your skin.. His hips twitched a couple times before pulling out and stilling against your tailbone.

He panted heavily and slowly moved his hand. “You’re so fucking loud, we’re still outside.”

“Don’t care,” you murmured and rested against the ground.

“Course you don’t,” he grumbled and leant his chest against your back. He didn’t move, he couldn’t be bothered. He didn’t want to.

“That was quite nice, actually,” you hummed and turned your head slightly to eye him.

“Nice?” Crosshair scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Glad I could impress you, then.” He moved and laid on his back, slipping up his blacks and putting his codpiece back on.

You lean on your elbows and smirked, your chin leaning on your palm. “You did.”

“Only doin’ this so you can help my brothers with a farm.”

DOGMA

☆ soft first-time head. [gn! reader] [EXPLICIT CONTENT]

☆ top surgery.

FOX

☆ burnt out. [gn! reader]

☆ soft melancholic sex. [gn! reader] [EXPLICIT CONTENT]

TECH

☆ fatherly figure tech. [gn!child! reader]

☆ nightmare comfort. [gn! reader]

CROSSHAIR

☆ unexpected hook up. [gn!farmer! reader] [EXPLICIT CONTENT]

HOWZER

☆ twi'lek festival. [gn!twi'lek! reader]

SEV

╰┈➤ MULTIPLES

☆ asking to paint the clones naked. [gn! reader]

☆ leaving the bed during a heatwave. [gn! reader]

☆ gender dysphoria. [nonbinary! reader]

☆ hookup headcanons. [gn! reader] [EXPLICIT CONTENT]

☆ how clones act on your period. [gn! reader]

☆ how clones react to your boudoir photography. [gn! reader]

☆ genitalia headcanons.

☆ physical affection headcanons. [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ INDIVIDUALS

TBB

HUNTER immediately asks you, "what's this?" he is slightly suspicious at first, it could be anything, he has found a large amount of disturbing things in crates. but once he opens it, his face softens ever so slightly. "for... me? y'made this for me..." he murmurs, he doesn't get why you'd make something for him. he is grateful nonetheless. he keeps it by his bunk and makes sure it's in a safe place to never be destroyed.

WRECKER is over the moon before he sees what's inside. "a gift for me? hell yeah!" he doesn't care if there's a possibility it could even be a prank. he holds the box with care, his hands are strong, so he tries his best to be gentle. and as soon as he opens it? the biggest grin appears on his face. "woah, y'actually made it? aw, i love it!" he keeps it as a good luck charm for wherever he goes.

TECH takes the box slowly and looks at you. "for me...?" he double-checks, he wants to make sure it's actually for him and not being a messenger for anyone else, which unfortunately he was used to. he carefully opens the box and a small smile twitches the corner of his lips. he knows he isn't great with expressing gratitude, but he is very thankful. he keeps it on his nav-console, he wants it to be in his line of sight when he's doing something he loves.

CROSSHAIR is silent as you give him the gift, he glances down with a frown. "what exactly is this?" he opens it properly and a small breath slips through his nose. once you ask if he likes it or if he wanted to give it back, he glares at you. "fuck off," he grumbles and moves it away from you. if anybody even tries to touch it, he is shooting daggers at them.

a — aftercare [what are they like after sex]

fox gets tired easily after sex, he’s so stressed all the time and then he finally relaxes with you, it all crashes down—especially if he was bottoming.

as long as he can hear your voice when he’s in on his own head, he feels safe. it serenades him every single second, if he feels your lips under his ear, it’s a bonus.

if he was topping, he’d make sure you can hear his voice as well, his lips will slide down your chest softly, littering any scars, acne or any sort of skin detail.

b — body part [their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s]

fox isn’t one to really like a body part of his, but he’s gotten used to feeling your lips and fingers on the skin under his ear, it gives him goosebumps, but in a nice way, the way when your hot breath prickles him.

he loves your chest, not necessarily your nipples, but the flesh around it, starting from your collarbone to your the end of your ribs. he loves the way his hands feel on the heated skin, and he loves looking into your eyes as his fingers trace up and down. he loves the way your skin feels against his lips, a soft suckle or peck here and there.

c — cum [anything to do with cum basically]

fox hates cum inside him if you’re topping, so he’d rather it be covered on his tailbone or ass cheeks. don’t get him wrong he loves your cum, but just not inside him—same goes with his mouth, he’d rather it be on his face or body.

see, he loves the feel of your cock/strap inside him, but when it's the sticky substance dripping down his skin, a big no.

if you like it inside, he’ll be more than happy to cum inside you, but he’s favourite place on you is seeing his cum on your chest.

d — dirty secret [dirty secret of theirs]

fox doesn’t have a secret, he bases your sex life and relationship on honesty, since he’s so used to being lied to. he’d want to tell you everything, anything he’s ever wanted to try, you’d be quick to know.

but he does have a sort of... something he doesn’t tell you outright, but his actions most likely make it obvious. he does not like how his face looks when he cums, it humiliates him to have his facial expression change out of his control.

e — experience [how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?]

you’re his first experience, fox doesn’t just let anybody see the most intimate side of him, it’s filled with vulnerability, and he doesn’t show that to strangers or acquaintances.

he isn’t too bothered if you have experiences, as long as he knows he isn’t some fling.

if you know what you’re doing, he is slightly embarrassed to have you show him the ropes on certain aspects of sex. but once he gets it, he will be more confident and allow himself to be more vulnerable.

if you also don’t know what you’re doing, he wants to learn with you, the close intimacy scares him at first, but overtime, it’ll be like second nature.

f — favourite position [how they like to be positioned during the act basically]

if fox is bottoming, doggy style is his favourite, or any position where he doesn’t show his face, as he doesn’t want you to see his face as he finishes. he likes to bury his face in a pillow or a soft ground beneath his face, it muffles his noises as well.

if he’s topping, he likes to see your face, fox can control himself better when you’re underneath him. he likes to press his forehead against yours and it helps him kiss you whenever he can.

g — goofy [are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc]

fox is the complete opposite of goofy, he’s serious, he may break a small strained smile every now and then or maybe a little breathy laugh after you both cum, but he’d never make jokes.

sex is a sacred thing to him, it’s important and he doesn’t want to ruin it by cracking a joke whilst he’s moaning and sweating.

h — hair [how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc]

fox isn’t too concerned about his pubic hair, he may trim it every now and again, but he mainly sticks to the dark brown curls that cover his pelvis and other skin.

i — intimacy [how are they during the moment, romantic aspect}

no matter if fox is topping or bottoming, he needs your skin close to his, it never seems enough. though, when bottoming, he doesn’t like you seeing his face, he doesn’t mind if it’s before he cums, he’ll tilt his head to catch your lips.

again, it’s a vulnerable thing, he wants to be close to you, it is a romantic act to him.

j — jack off [masturbation headcanon]

fox doesn’t have time to masturbate, he’s either doing work for the chancellor, which can anger the fuck out of him. or he’s too busy protecting his brothers and dealing with senators.

and if he’s at home with you, he doesn’t see the entire point, unless it’s a mutual masturbation session if one or the other is too tired.

he might very, very occasionally if he’s home and you’re not there, but he has to be in a good mood.

k — kink [one or more of their kinks]

all in all, fox is quite a vanilla guy, just face to face or skin-to-skin sex is more than enough for him. but if you want to try something that he knows he wouldn’t mind, he’d be up for it.

pillow prince.

l — location [favourite places to do the do]

home.

or if you don’t live together, your home.

he has to be in a safe place to be able to even be in the mood. his office? no way, anybody could walk in. senate building? nope, security cameras everywhere.

anywhere in public? no, citizens all over the place.

m — motivation [what turns them on, gets them going]

it can be hard for fox to be in the mood or even get hard, because of the amount of stress he is in and his constant fight-or-flight state.

if you massage his shoulders or back, press your lips all over his neck, it can get him there eventually.

even a simple make out doesn’t necessarily turn him on either. (unless you decide to sit in his lap and rock against him, hands touching him everywhere)

n — no [something they wouldn’t do, turn offs]

degradation is an absolute NO for fox. he gets degraded enough by civilians and senators who think they know it all.

he does not want to be the person to do that to you either, he’ll try if you want him to at first, but it just turns him off.

pain, with the exception of small nips and bites, he won’t do anything to inflict pain onto you—and he does not want pain inflicted on him either.

and anything to do with more than you involved as well, he only shows that side of himself to you and you only.

o — oral [preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc]

fox doesn’t entirely mind either, but he does prefer receiving, mainly because he’s not keen on having cum or any fluids fill his mouth. if he does, he’ll want you to warn him.

he isn’t what you’d call utmost skilful, he’s still quite clumsy and sloppy, but his speed and enthusiasm makes up for it.

when he’s receiving, fuck, is he loud. he tries his best to keep quiet, but you on your knees, or on his legs, pleasuring him, is so deliciously overwhelming.

p — pace [are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc]

if fox is topping, he is quite slow, he doesn’t want to speed it and he doesn’t want to be rough on you either (though he likes it when you’re slightly rough to him)

his pelvis would be right up against your ass, his hands gripping your hips as your legs are wrapped around his waist, whilst leaning close over you.

he wants it to last long because he can’t cum over and over again, it’s too overstimulating for him.

q — quickie [their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc]

not fox’s strong point, he can’t just speed things up, he wants to take his time. again, he’s more so vanilla, he wants it be romantic—so he’d rather not.

even if sometimes that means not being able to have sex with you as often as he’d like.

r — risks [are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc]

yes, fox wouldn’t mind experimenting for you, but he wouldn’t do anything risky.

again, he’d rather just be with you in your home.

s — stamina [how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?]

the absolute maximum fox can do is two to three, he can’t last for long as he gets extremely uncomfortable and overwhelming—and that is both topping and bottoming.

t — toy [do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?]

no, fox doesn’t bother with buying toys, he wants the real deal, he tried once, but he got too exhausted and sweaty because it just wasn’t happening.

he wouldn’t mind using them on you if you asked, especially if you’re not in the mood to top or bottom.

u — unfair [how much they like to tease]

fox doesn’t tease you often, he may if he’s in a good mood, in the fact that he’ll suckle on your skin softly and slowly rock against you.

he actually really likes you teasing him, because it makes him last longer, both in a round and cumming.

so, if he’s very stressed one day, he’ll want you to tease him a lot.

v — volume [how loud they are, what sounds they make]

if fox is topping, he’ll grunt and groan, with occasional high-pitched moans slipping through his lips as he gets closer.

if he’s bottoming, he whines, he’ll hide his face against something, but the moans and whimpers echo throughout the air.

w — wild card [get a random headcanon for the character of your choice]

fox fucking loves cockwarming, when he’s been sent duties to do outside of his work hours, he’ll do it as he sits in your lap. his back pressed against your chest and his back arching every so often, even better if you tease him and mock him softly.

also if he’s tired, he’d like to nap or relax with you inside of him as well, your arms wrapped around his stomach, you and him lying on your sides in bed.

x — x-ray [let’s see what’s going on in those pants]

bit smaller than the average clone dick, bit less girth and height.

y — yearning [how high is their sex drive?]

not as much as fox would like it to be, his stress and trauma responses makes it harder for him to get turned on easily, he needs something to help him, he can’t on his own.

z — zzz [how quickly they fall asleep afterwards]

if topping, fox only falls asleep once he knows you’re doing okay, he’ll go to sleep with skin to skin contact.

FOX, HUNTER and TUP

smaller than average.

less girth, less height.

BLY, REX, HOWZER, TECH and KIX

average.

CODY, GREGOR, FIVES and HARDCASE

slightly bigger than average.

slightly bigger girth, slightly bigger height.

WOLFFE, MAYDAY, JESSE and SLICK

average size.

wider girth.

WRECKER

way bigger than average.

way bigger girth, way bigger height.

CROSSHAIR

average size.

less girth.

ECHO

a lot smaller than average

DOGMA

doesn’t have a cock.

The time had finally come, and Dogma was beyond excited. He couldn’t dim down the trembles in his fingertips and toes, and he had butterflies in his stomach, but it was for a good reason.

It had taken years for the surgery to get approval, Kix tried his best, because it wasn’t classed as life-saving, it wasn’t urgent. The medic wanted to help Dogma and do it without authority, but he begged him not to, he didn’t want him to get into trouble because of this.

But finally—it was happening. Dogma was approved for top surgery, or what the medical system called it, masculinising chest reconstruction. but that sounded like he was about to go through a fatal operation.

He was currently lying down on the medical bunk, his hand holding the edge of the bunk tightly. Kix had left for the meantime, gathering up extra equipment.

“I'm actually quite nervous,” he whispered under his breath, leaning his head against the pillow beneath him. He exhaled shakily, sweat dripped down his palm and he wiped it on the blanket.

“Just think of afterwards, yeah? It’s gonna be worth it, vod,” Tup murmured, leaning his hands on the rail with his chin on top of his knuckles.

Dogma took in a sharp breath and smiled, his thumb reached his lips and he chewed on his nail. “I am, I’m really lookin’ forward to it. I think it’s gonna change me a lot… in a good way.”

“I’m really excited for you!” Tup grinned and poked dogma’s hand.

Kix had then walked back into the room and shut the door by the panel. He placed the equipment on the table and glanced at the other clone. “I’m gonna put you under anaesthesia, now. Just try to relax.”

He gave a small movement of his head and exhaled heavily. Medical bays were terrifying to him, but this was something important to him, and he trusted Kix. “Alright.”

“I’m gonna be here when you wake up, okay?” His twin smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, to which Dogma grumbled in return.

In a matter of a seconds, he was fast asleep.

Tup gave him a tight hug and glanced up at Kix, who was signalling him to leave for the time being. “I’ll comm you when we’re done, it’ll take around four hours, tops. He’ll be okay.”

So, he did, he left the medical room and decided to walk to the mess hall. He observed the room and noticed Fives and Hardcase by a table. He took in a deep breath and sat down by them.

“Yo, kih’vod!” Hardcase spoke loudly and slapped a hand to Tup’s shoulder. “He in surgery, now?”

“Yeah…” he mumbled and placed his hands on top of his thighs.

“Hey, he’s gonna be okay, Tup’ika.” Fives smiled and finished chewing his food, he put down his cutlery. “Just think of his reaction afterwards, yeah?”

“He’s gonna be happy, I know. I just hope nothin’ goes wrong… I’m—“

“A massive over-thinker?” Hardcase grinned and leant his elbows on the table.

Tup pouted and folded his arms over his chest, looking away. He knows that, but there was no need to remind him.

“How ‘bout we get to that when something actually happens? C’mon, let’s do somethin’.” Fives groaned as he stood up and pulled Tup up. “It’ll probably take a couple hours, anyway.”

The three of the them trailed out and moved to the barracks, the pair of them tried their best to distract tup from any wavering worries or fears. It seemed be going well, they played sabacc, or well… Hardcase tried to with his failure of a poker face.

Several hours passed, and Tup’s comm went off, he dropped everything and answered it. “Yes?” Hoping it was Kix, and indeed it was.

“Hey, we’ll all be by his side.”

“He might get overwhelmed by that, just maybe… let me go first?” Tup suggested. The other two nodded, happy with their responses, he got up and rushed out of the room.

“How’s he doing?” He asked as soon as he was face-to-face with Kix, who had some other medics behind him.

“It went well, just need to wait for him to wake up.”

Tup nodded and treaded over to one of the bay’s that Dogma was in. He opened the door and glanced at his face, peaceful. He sat down on the seat and took his hand, he observed the tubes in his wrist and chewed his lower lip.

Well, he couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

He was talking with Kix about possible complications and how to take care of Dogma during his healing, which could take a couple weeks. Then he felt a twitch of the hand and he snapped his head down. "Dog’ika.”

“Mmh…” he grunted out and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. He glanced around, getting used to his surroundings, he observed the two in front of them and paused.

He suddenly remembered where he was and why he was here. hHe slipped his hand easily out of Tup's and pressed it to his chest, he stroked it and chewed his lower lip.

“Mn, is it really…?”

“Gone? Yes, vod.” Kix smiled and sat down on the bunk next to him, he untied dogma’s robe and then pulled the mirror from the end, putting in his line of sight.

Tup smiled as he curled his legs onto the seat, he saw the way Dogma’s sleepy expression quite literally lit up. His hands hovered over his chest, it looked like he was tearing up as well.

“Hey, Dogma?”

“Yeah… I’m good, just…” he breathed out and looked up at Kix. Thank you,” he choked out and rubbed at his eyes, he felt an arm around his shoulders. The aftereffects of the anaesthesia was making him extremely emotional.

“Don’t thank me, vod’ika. I'm glad you’re happy, you deserve to be.”

He rubbed his eyes again and nodded, his hands rubbed over his chest, he hiccuped and closed his eyes. A big smile appeared on his face. “I feel like me for once.”

“You are you, though,” Tup mumbled and leant his chin on his knees.

“Y’know what i me—“

“Hey, brother!” Hardcase yelled out and hopped on the bed next to Dogma. “Lookin’ good!” He wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He immediately leant against him and smiled.

“That looks pretty painful,” Fives spoke next, leaning against the wall.

“No shit, he just got his chest removed,” Kix huffed in amusement, and pulled Hardcase off Dogma. “No being physical for the time being, please,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, just imagine this.” Fives grinned and slapped Hardcase’s chest. “But like a million.”

“Hey!”

“Uh. Can we maybe… turn it down a notch?” Tup muttered from his seat, his arms folding over his legs, he signalled his head over to Dogma, who was still slightly out of it.

“Right, right, sorry,” the hyperactive clone chuckled and shrugged. “We just wanted to check on ya.” He tapped Dogma’s head and left the bay with Fives.

Kix rolled his eyes and gave a datapad to Dogma and sat back down. “Here’s a list of things that you’ll need to do to help with your healing process, me, n’ I imagine tup, will be here to help as well.”

“Mmh, alright,” Dogma mumbled and looked down at the list, it seemed quite jarring, but once he had more energy, he would look at it properly, and he was passionate about it. “Thanks.” He glanced up and noticed kix’s nod.

“I’ll go get you something to eat and drink, be back.”

“I’m really happy for ya, y’know?” Tup moved to sit down next to his brother, his head rested his on his shoulder and glanced up at him.

“Thanks, Tup’ika. i feel really happy, I feel… I feel like I can just live more comfortably, y’know?” Dogma whispered and leant his temple on his twin’s head.

“Bout time.”

“Thanks for bein’ by my side,” he hummed and buried his fingers in Tup’s curl, ruffling them softly.

“Hey, i’m ya twin, ain’t I? I’m always gonna be.”

Howzer had just came back from a swift mission, it wasn’t actually meant to be that quick, but it went successfully. He walked inside his cabin, one that you and he bought together—and took off his helmet. “Hey, I'm home!” He called out and ruffled his hair, trying to get it less greasy.

He glanced at the datapad on the table near the door, he smiled as he picked it up. he remembered that moment, when you both had just gotten together and one of his brothers insisted to take a photo of it.

He just realised you didn’t actually respond, he started walking into the bedroom, which was slipped open anyway. “Hey, cyare?” He asked and leant against the frame.

And wow, you looked absolutely magnificent, you were in a good-looking outfit, a formal one, at that. One he hadn’t seen before, along with jewellery adorning your lekku and forehead. He chewed at his lower lip before knocking on the metal.

“Special occasion?”

You whip your head around and smiled. “Howzer! I didn’t hear you get in, you’re home very early.” You walk up to him and press a soft peck to his lips, howzer wasn’t meant to be home until tomorrow morning. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He chuckled softly and rests a hand on your hip. “Yeah, we got what we needed faster than I expected. You… goin’ somewhere? You’re lookin’ good, not that you don’t all the time—just… very formal, y’know.”

“Ah, yeah. If i knew you were gonna be home I would’ve—wait, I think I have something!” You quickly rushed off to the side of your bed and rummaged through your drawer. Your hands looked through jewellery as they clanked around each other.

“So… mind tellin’ me what this is all about?” Howzer hummed and sat himself down on the bed, watching you rush around. He hadn’t even gotten home that long and you were already frantic. He tried to think hard, what could be going on?

“Yeah, sorry—getting ahead of myself,” you reply out of breath and your hands are cupped with different coloured accessories. “We’ve got a festival in town centre, today. a special one, a historical one.”

Howzer then lets out a long ‘oh’, and looked up. “Right, those ones are really important to you, aren’t they? Should’ve known…”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” You sit down next to him and lean your head on his shoulder. “Would you come with me?”

“You want…” he glanced down at your face, slowly lifting it up with your chin. “I don’t think I’m very… dressed for the occasion, my love. as much as I’d love to go with you.”

You smiled and dropped the jewellery on the bed. you turned back to him and gripped his hands. “I’ve got plenty of things left over, I can put them on you, if you’d like?”

“The armour?” He huffed out an amused laugh. “Not exactly a great outfit to wear to something important.”

“I can buy you some clothes, there!” You reply passionately, you really wanted him to be there, it would mean the galaxy to you.

“I wouldn’t want you spending—“ Howzer stopped himself before speaking again, you wanted him at this festival and it sounded like he was making excuses. he took in a deep breath and nodded. “I’d love to go, then.”

“Great, I’m glad!” You grinned and stood up, you quickly grabbed a mirror and the jewellery, before sitting down behind him. “So, what style would you like?”

“Mm, you can choose, you’re the expert here,” he replied and fluttered his eyes shut as he felt your hands play with his hair. He felt the coldness of the silver touch his skin, giving him goosebumps.

“I’m really excited to see this on you,” you spoke softly as your hands tuck strands of hair behind accessories. “So soft…”

Around ten minutes later, you had finished and you grabbed the mirror again. you stared at him for a while, your eyes softened as you gazed at your jewellery on him, he looked gorgeous. “Open… tell me what you think.”

Howzer opened his eyes and blinked before looking into the mirror, he parted his lips, his fingers moving to trace the material. He actually thought of himself as good-looking.

“You can come with me in your blacks and I’ll get you something there, that sound good?” You asked and placed the mirror back in its place. You quickly adjusted your outfit and took a peek in the mirror to see Howzer taking off his armour pieces.

“Mhm, sounds great. Ready to go?” He asked as he took off the last of the plastoid, and he tucked them neatly under the bed. He looked up and noticed you staring at him, he smiled, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s,” you responded and squeezed his hand tightly. You both left your cabin and walked out to the festival. It was loud in the distance, but in a soothing way. There was a soft voice singing with a melodic tune behind it. there was cheering and talking, it was a friendly atmosphere.

One that howzer wasn’t used to, but it was a pleasant surrounding. He looked around to see twi’leks of all genders dressed in jumpsuits and dresses. Each one wearing jewellery on their lekku like yours.

And stalls covered the place, but not usual ones, more so ones that were there for the specialities. There were dessert ones, cultural objects, accessories and—

“Here!” You dragged him to the market where there were different outfits. there were robes, dresses, suits and jumpsuits. On the other side, it was skirts, shorts and trousers, along with different shirts.

“Incredible…” Howzer whispered and took in the detail of pattern on each clothe. “I don’t even know what to pick, or if it’d be right for me to." He turned his head to the elderly lady behind the stall, and she started speaking in a language he didn’t understand.

But he knew by the pronounced words and accent, that it was Ryl.

He turned to you and whispered. “Do you think you could tell me what’s she saying?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Of course! She knows you're nervous to try these clothes because of our culture, but she wants you to. We base everything on society and welcoming people into it.”

Howzer looked down at his boots and chuckled nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s really… sweet. I’ll uh, take the one you think will suit me.”

You smiled and spoke back to the lady, speaking in twi’leki, you gave some hints of howzer’s personality and likes—but nothing you knew he wanted to keep secret. You nodded and looked back at him. “She’s got the perfect one.”

He nodded and glanced at you, you reply with a nod of your own and a jerk of your head. He hesitantly followed the other twi’lek into the tent behind them.

You leant against a crate, waiting for the pair of them, you were extremely excited to see how Howzer was going to look. You only ever saw him in blacks, armour or bare.

After what felt like ages, you heard footsteps and lifted your head up, and your breath stops in your throat.

There was Howzer, in a teal outfit that was crossed between a jumpsuit and a suit. Silver jewellery in places that looked amazing, it brought out his eyes. A lot.

You were interrupted from your staring when he started speaking, “so… how do I look?” He asked and gave a small three-sixty. His hands smoothing down the silk. It was so smooth, and nothing he had felt before, it was soothing to his skin. Breathable, even.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” you breathed out and took a few steps closer, getting a better look. “Yeah, you definitely suit that colour.”

“I’m glad, but uh… it looks really expensive, are you sure you want to get this?” He murmured quietly, blinking at the small crystals that were simultaneously placed along the fabric.

“Shh, just let me.” You grinned and placed the credits down, thanking the owner in Ryl. You then slip your arm into Howzer’s and walk him down the path.

“You spoil me too much,” he chuckled softly and gripped your arm tight, following your lead. He lifted his head up to look in the distance, couples and families surrounded the place, and they looked so joyful, something he didn’t get to see often, especially, not in this war.

You take notice of the silence and looked to Howzer’s line of sight. you hummed and leant your head in his shoulder. “It’d be nice to have kids, wouldn’t it?” You whispered.

The clone leant his lips to your lek and murmured gently. “Once, the war is over… I think I’d like to have children with you.” He slowly admitted, thinking it was the right time for it.

You sighed, and gazed at the children who were running in the distance, playing and laughing loudly. “Once, we’re safe.”

“When we’re safe,” he repeated and moved you over to a field where it seemed empty. He sat down and pulled you down with him. His hands cupped your face. “I would do anything to have a have a family with you, cyare. But circumstances are so…”

“I know,” you mumbled, leaning your forehead against Howzer’s, your hands held his wrists and you slowly flickered your gaze to him. “It’s the wrong time, it’s dangerous and it wouldn’t be fair.”

“We will, one day. I promise y'that,” he replied in a hushed tone. “I mean, you’re bringin’ me here. A festival that is so sacred to you and your people, and to let me be part of that? I’m forever honoured.”

“I’d bring you anywhere I’d go, Howzer. you’re so incredibly important to me,” you replied, you tilt your head down and bury it against his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“If it was safe, I’d take you anywhere, too,” he murmured under his breath. but his missions could be fatal sometimes, he didn’t know what he’d do if he’d be the reason for your death in it.

There’s no use dwelling on it, he’d never let that happen.

His fingers traced against your skin and he jolted at a sudden loud bang that filled his ears. He lifted his head up and gripped you tightly, his eyes observing the perimeter. "What was that?

You saddened your eyes and pulled away, something so simple as fireworks could make him go into a fight-or-flight mindset. You quickly lifted up your head to the sky. Colourful explosions filled the night air above them. "Fireworks." You bring his head to your chest. "Part of the celebration."

Howzer's eyes are wide as the reds and oranges reflected against his irises, his mouth agape as he starts to ignore the noise all together and focus above him. It was like an animated canvas, and he could hear cheering in the background. Safe, it must be safe.

And it was so incredibly beautiful.

"They're so..."

"Magnificent?" You finished his sentence, your fingers playing with the baby hairs at the bottom of Howzer's head. You lean your chin against him, eyes glued above.

"Yeah... I've never seen anythin' like this before. It feels... weird, being able to sit through explosions for the purpose of them being pretty. Usually, I'm runnin' away," he chuckled in a self-deprecating way, his hands trembled, but he felt your touch, and that was enough.

Safe, you were both safe here.

You exhaled heavily and closed your eyes “I love you, ma sareen,” you whispered, your lips pressed against his temple.

Howzer fluttered his own eyes shut, letting the soft accent of your voice slither through his ears. He smiled and leant against the tip of your lek, murmuring against it.

╰┈➤ MULTIPLES

☆ asking to paint the clones naked. [gn! reader]

☆ leaving the bed during a heatwave. [gn! reader]

☆ gender dysphoria. [nonbinary! reader]

☆ hookup headcanons. [gn! reader] [EXPLICIT CONTENT]

☆ how clones act on your period. [gn! reader]

☆ how clones react to your boudoir photography. [gn! reader]

☆ genitalia headcanons.

☆ physical affection headcanons. [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ INDIVIDUALS

501ST

REX blinks down at his hands, “uh, thanks?” he murmurs and looks up confused, you tell him it’s a photography book. “ohh, alright.” he opens the cover and lets out a breath, his eyes flicker over every bit of detail, and how you’re so relaxed. he’ll gaze at you and smile. “okay… you look really really good, do you have any more?”

FIVES raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “hey, y’know i can’t read well. is this your way of prankin’ me back, huh? cause, i swear i didn’t mean—oh my fuck.” he immediately pauses as he opens up the pace. “i think i’ll be keepin’ this, then.” he breaths out a long whistle. “why are you always just so… fuckin’ sexy. it’s unfair.”

JESSE blinks as he’s just given the book. “thanks…?” he slowly glances up at you and you tell him to open it. he gives a nod and opens it up, and his mouth falls slack. “hello…” he licks his dry lips and smirks. “so, you’ve just given me a sexy book of yourself, just like that? must be my decantin’ day or something.”

HARDCASE grips the book and lets out a surprised laugh. “uh, whaddya wan’ me to do with this? i don’t do paperwork.” you tell him it isn’t that, and to just open it. “alright, alright.” he does as you tell him and his eyes literally widen. “woah! shit, now, you’re just showin’ off your looks. i wanna do this with you, can we? please?”

KIX slowly holds the book and murmurs. “hey, good to see you, but uh, what’s this?” he listens to you explain and he nods, opening the page and his facial expression softens. “you look good, like really good. you do this a lot? i think it suits you. i’m bein’ serious ‘bout that, by the way.”

DOGMA looks up at you and then looks back down, he holds the book gently and tilts his head slightly. “oh, what’s this?” when you tell him to open it, he opens it and then he quickly shuts it. “hey, are you sure you want me to look at this? it seems personal and i—“ you tell him you’ve given it to him for a reason, he slowly nods and reopens it. “thank you… you look… just… i don’t even have the words.”

TUP looks down with a puzzled look, but he smiles anyway. “what’s this?” you tell him and he quickly opens it, he stares at the first page for a moment, before a “woah” slips out of his mouth, he flicks the pages and looks back up at you. “how do you look so photogenic? like, you’re just… perfect in these.”

212TH

CODY hums and raises an eyebrow as you hand him the book. “uh, what’s this?” he murmurs and open the books and sucks in a breath. “oh, wow.” he sits down from his standing position and leans against you. “you look so fuckin’ stunning, honestly.” he flips another page, admiring you.

SLICK lets out a gruff noise and raises an eyebrow. “what am i doin’ with this exactly?” he asks and opens the page before pausing, he doesn’t seem to be moving or breathing. you call his name, and he looks up. “i think i’ll be keepin’ this, thanks.” a small subtle smirk appears on his is lips.

WOLFPACK

WOLFFE grips the book you give him and frowns. “what are you givin’ me? i swear if it’s—“ he opens the book and his voice stops in its tracks. “oh.” he whispers and traces the photo. “when did you take this?” he slowly turns the page and listens to you talk. “wish i could’ve been there to see the process. and you.”

CORRIES

FOX holds the book you give him in confusion, he looks up. “and what’s this?” you tell him it’s photography of you, and he hums in return, opening the front of it swiftly. his breath hitches when he sees the first photo, you looked… divine. his fingers soften their grip on the pages and he flicks it. he’s mesmerised, he stares intently, picking up on every detail. he doesn’t speak, but you can tell he likes it.

TBB

HUNTER stares at you as he holds the book you’ve just given to him. “what am i doin’ with this?” you tell him it’s just some photography you’ve done in the past. he raises an eyebrow and opens the book. “didn’t know you did that… not that i’m complaining, fuck…”

WRECKER grips the book excitedly and grins. “what’s this? somethin’ for me?” he opens it and stares for a while, you ask him if he’s okay. “you didn’t tell me you did this! you look so amazin’!” he sits down and flips through the pages. “this is so cool, like, seriously.”

TECH turns to face you and tilts his head. “hm?” he glances down and looks at the book, he opens it and let outs a small breath. “you look very stunning, and comfortable. i see you enjoy doing this?” he looks up and gives you a small smile. “thank you for showing me.”

CROSSHAIR just looks at the book in your hand and sighs. “what are you giving me?” you tell him to just take it and open it. he huffs and grabs the book, and then his eyes soften just a fraction. “well, i see you’ve been busy in the past, then.” he replies gruffly, but his fingers are itching to flick more pages.

ECHO holds the book you’ve given him and he looks up. “hey… what’s this?” he asks and you tell him it’s photography of yourself. “huh, you never told me you did that.” he murmurs and opens up the first page. “breathtaking…” he speaks to himself as he gazes at the photos. “i’m glad you’re showin’ me these.”

MISC

BLY glances down and holds the book. “oh, what’s this?” he asks and you tell him to open it, he does as you say and his breath pauses. “this… you—oh my, you look wonderful.” he turns to you and smiles widely, he always seems infatuated with you no matter what. “genuinely, you look just… absolutely amazin’.”

MAYDAY holds the ridge of the book and tilts his head. “alright, what’s this?” he chuckles and opens up it. “holy—“ he lets out a shocked laugh, not expecting to be met with you in photography. his smile is wide as he observes the photos. “thanks for showin’ me. y’know, you look really incredible.”

GREGOR lets out a confused noise as he’s given the book. “c’mon, you can’t have me reading—holy fuck.” he lets out a whistle and grins, “never mind, i will be reading.” he eagerly flips the pages. “okay, wow, you look fuckin’ incredible. i need to see this done in like—real time. please tell me you’ve got more?”