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╰┈➤ ❝ about me ❞

name: grotesque 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 ❞

clone x reader or clone + reader (includes jango and boba!) [OPEN]

gender neutral unless specified, any gender can be requested! including those out of the binary.

gender-neutral, non-binary, men: including afab men, women: including amab women, etc.

you can also request characters I don’t usually write for if you wish, I will try my best to write it!! :3

╰┈➤ ❝ current characters I write for ❞

tbb: hunter, wrecker, tech, crosshair, echo. commanders: fox, wolffe, cody, bly, mayday. captains: rex, gregor, howzer. others: fives, jesse, hardcase, kix, dogma, tup.

╰┈➤ ❝ extra ❞

huge queer and identity enthusiast! fox is my fav character if you couldn’t tell

dogma had come back from shopping out for rations, it was his turn—you both tend to take turns when it came to food or drinks. you and him were harbouring on a distant, quiet planet. one where the republic couldn’t find him, one far away in the outer rim. you had helped him escape before he could get sent to a cell, so he didn’t have to get executed.

you cut ties with anybody you knew would find you and bring you both back to coruscant, you’d be done for reasoning with a traitor, and dogma back to being executed.

you didn’t think it was fair, and by the sound of his brothers, they didn’t think it was fair. so only you, dogma and captain rex knew where you really were.

dogma had walked into the cabin and put the basket down near the kitchenette. he stood up straight and let out a long breath, his hand held the fabric of his poncho and he pulled down his hood.

they couldn’t trust anybody civilian-wise, so they’d often go out in disguises like the one dogma wore. one where their faces didn’t get recognised.

“hey, what’d you get?” you walked up to him and pressed a peck to his cheek, whilst peering over into the basket.

“mm,” dogma murmured and leant into the kiss, he folded his arms over his chest. “just what you had on the list.” he rummaged in his pocket and handed over the datapad to you.

you nodded and took the pad, placing it down on the surface. you took a quick glance at his face and chuckled, you grabbed a rag and wiped off the sweat. “why don’t you sit down and i’ll put everything away?”

he shook his head and lifted up the basket, placing it down on top of the counter. he didn’t want to sit down and ‘rest’, he needed to do something, his fingers itched for it. “no, i’ll do it. you can go sit down.”

“agh—dogma, please. just rest,” you grumbled and gripped his waist. you kissed his neck and held his upper arm, pulling him to sit down onto the sofa.

“i’m not useless, y’know?” he murmured and reluctantly let you sit him down.

“i know that, you just gotta learn to relax,” you huffed and pressed your lips against him. your fingers laced between his fingers and you slowly lean over him, making his back hit the sofa.

dogma hummed softly, his hands squeezed yours back and he returned the kiss enthusiastically. his head lifting up to lock their lips together.

you pressed your chest closer against his and slid your hands down to his hips, squeezing it softly. your teeth nipped down on dogma’s lower lip and pulled it softly.

the once soft kiss started to turn into a firmer make out, their lips were interlocked and saliva was being mingled between them. dogma’s legs were locked around your thighs. they had only ever gotten this far, but with the way things were going…

“dogma…” you slowly breathed out, you pulled away and panted softly, licking your lips. “i think…”

“—i want to go further,” he managed to speak at the same time as you. his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at you, both of you had the similar glint in your eyes, the one that was filled with hunger and love.

“me too,” you leaned down and whispered into his ear.

“i, uh… i’m not sure what to do, i’ve never really…” he muttered and turned his head away in embarrassment. in the past, everybody he knew had done one thing or another, but he’s only done kissing, it scared him to go further, but it also excited him. specifically, only because it was you.

“it’s okay,” you mumbled, assuring him and pressing your lips to his forehead. “we’ll start small and slow, yeah? just whatever you feel like you can handle.”

dogma gave a small nod, appreciating your patience. he watched you hook your fingers against his pants and he swallowed deeply. with your guide, he slowly arched his hips off the sofa.

“you doing okay?” you checked in with him, your hands stroking the bare skin of his pelvis.

“yeah, i’m doin’ okay,” he sighed out and held your nape as you pressed your lips to his stomach, it made him jolt ever so slightly—mainly because it tickled at first, but the more your teeth suckled on the dark skin, the more his muscles strained.

the sensation was strange, sure, but the anticipation of where you were going to end up, was making the butterflies in his stomach intensify.

“oh, sh—“ dogma’s eyes widened and his body jumped. he gripped his hand on top of your head, your wet tongue had suddenly dragged between his skin of his cunt, which made a surprised noise slip from his throat.

“that’s… oh!“ he fluttered his eyes shut and tilted his head back against the arm of the sofa as your tongue moved up and pressed down against his clit. it made him dig his heels into your lower back and he squeezed his thighs around your neck.

“good?” you asked against his heated skin, your hot breath fanning him. your lips caressed him as your tongue moved in movements that he didn’t have the brainpower to describe, right this moment.

“yeah, that’s… hnn—it’s really good,” dogma replied breathlessly, his back arched slightly and he moved his arms to cover his face, trying to silence himself. he couldn’t stop the increasing noises that started to louden as they slithered out of him.

he could feel his thighs shake more and more by the second, he moved one hand to grip you to head, so he had something to cling on to. his stomach felt taut, like he was going to explode. he had never got the confidence to rub himself to his climax before, and it made him nervous.

“i’m—mmh… wait…” he confided, he slowly looked down between his legs to your eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. “i… this is…” but the words wouldn’t spill.

“hey. i’ve got you, okay?” you reassured him and rubbed his inner thighs softly. “just let go, i’m not gonna leave.”

dogma nodded his head in response and tilted his head back again. he took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. “okay, you can carry on.”

you hummed in response and leaned your head down, you returned to your previous ministrations but sped it up a bit as soon as you felt pulsing. you feel dogma move your head with his hand subconsciously, and you let him—suckling him in the crevices that made him feel divine.

“mngh—oh, hah—nng…” soft moans slipped through his mouth, he pushed his pelvis up to press more against your mouth, not that it could do much, there was pretty much no space between them anyway.

gasps spilt out of his mouth as he felt his legs tingle, his spare hand went to grip the pillow behind him. his eyelids fluttered and his brain went foggy, he couldn’t think about anything, just focused on the feeling that you let him chase.

“ngh, hnn—fuck!“ he slipped a curse out before he could even stop himself, and a whine tore through his lips making his eyes shoot open, with them rolling back slightly afterwards. his nails dragging against your scalp, his entire body curved like a bow and his legs wrapped around your neck roughly.

his eyesight went blank and for a moment, he felt like the entire galaxy bursted beneath his eyelids.

a long sigh eventually left dogma’s lips and his body relaxed against the mattress. his fingers loosened the grip from the pillow and he moved his other arm next to his head.

“you looked like you really enjoyed that.” you grinned and sat next to him, your fingers lacing through his hair.

“that was so good,” he panted out, in all honesty, his words were like extreme mush, right now. but he knows that the experience was extremely positive. “tired, now.”

“i bet.” you lay on your side and brush a spare curl on his forehead, swiping it away. your lips press against the tip of his nose and smiled.

“thanks for giving me a good first experience, by the way,” he mumbled and leant his forehead against yours, his hands hold your wrists. “it’s hard sometimes for me… to really enjoy stuff like that.

“i know, and it’s okay.” you rest your chin on top of his head, pressing your lips to his hair. “i’m glad your trusted me, my love.”

“mmh, ‘course i do,” dogma exhaled out heavily, his eyes flickered shut again, his face moving to bury in the crook of your neck.

“i… love you.” the words came out of his mouth as he nodded off to sleep, words he didn’t usually say 24/7.

you grinned and embraced him tight with your arms. “i know, love you too, dogma.”

original trilogy:

BOBA isn’t too keen on telling people he’s dating you, not because he’s embarrassed but because a lot of dangerous people know him.

though, he won’t show it, he wants you safe, and certainly doesn’t want bad things to happen to you because of him.

he doesn’t see you as much as he’d like to, so he’ll ‘accidentally’ leave some of his belongings at your home, so you’ll have something of him. don’t mention it to him or otherwise he’ll stop.

he’ll also sneakily steal some of your belongings—not valuable ones, but things like a shirt or accessories, something that has your scent on it.

he isn’t a big fan of pda, because he has a reputation to upkeep, and again, he doesn’t want anybody to know you’re associated with him, a lot of people do hold grudges against him.

if he’s staying round yours for one night or a couple, he will always leave before you wake up, but he’ll stand there and stare at your sleeping form for a while first. it’s the first time someone feels so safe around him.

he will spoon you tightly, so you can’t leave his arms, or get snatched out of them. he will sleep lightly, his instincts are honed, so any little noise or movement will wake him up.

he doesn’t let himself get spooned, he feels trapped and he wouldn’t be able to keep the pair of you safe.

so, if someone he does know or anybody who tries to capture you or even hit on you, they won’t be seeing daylight again.

boba doesn’t do dates, with how he lives his life, they’re dangerous. but a nice candlelit dinner at yours will brighten his day just that little bit, even if he doesn't admit it.

when he hasn’t seen you for months, and he sees your face again, he’s already smashing his lips against yours hard. his hands gripping your face and he’s inhaling every single scent on your body. after all he saw and smelt on his jobs, all he needs is you and he calms down.

book of boba fett:

BOBA wants people to know you’re his, he’ll always make sure you’re sitting by him when he’s on his throne. he’ll make any citizen who comes in address you politely, otherwise he’ll make fennec go after them.

if you want to live with him, he’ll share a bed with you, the room will be filled with anything you want in there. basically, the room is yours and he’ll let you decorate however you’d like

and if you don’t, he’ll still let you leave belongings in his room if you stay over.

he loves holding your hand in public, he’ll squeeze it tight every so often, he makes sure anybody can see you’re both together. he doesn’t mind kissing your forehead either, or you kissing him.

he gives glares to anybody who tries to hit on you, he won’t say or do anything, but instead, stand beside you, arms over his chest and giving them a stare that reads murder.

boba tries to go on a date with you anytime he has the time for it. he’ll take you out to cantinas, a nice place to sit on the sand outside, or even just at the palace, a nice candlelit dinner, or a night of sabacc.

if you still have a job and go out on missions or errands, when you come home, he’ll have food on the table waiting for you. he’ll make sure you’re well-fed, well-hydrated and well-rested.

during sleep, he doesn’t mind if you spoon him or if he spoons you, though, he does prefer to hug you. his arms will be around you tightly, and his face smushed against your nape.

fox had just come home from his duties, he was sweaty, and he ached. so, to say the least, he had the most shitty day ever. he pressed the code to the door desperately and rushed in, he just needed to be in the comfort of something he knew so intimately. he took off his helmet and leant against the shut door.

he looked to the open area, the lights were off, and the doors were shut, the apartment was in complete darkness. you were more than likely in bed, it wouldn’t surprise him, it was around 0300 hours on the chrono. he didn’t come home early often anyway, if anything, he was lucky to get home before twilight.

he moved around to feel for the control panel, once he felt a stripy dial, he turned on the lights, and dimmed it, he couldn't deal with the max brightness, right now. he blinked hard as he waited for his eyes to get used to the light. once he could finally see clearly, he walked to the kitchen, and observed the appliances, there was a note on the nanowave.

‘leftovers, heat up! please don’t forget to eat :)’

he chewed on his lower lip, his hands shakily held the note and moved it off the metal. he opened up the small door and sighed, it was a large bowl with a well-made meal. he wasn’t really in the mood to eat, his appetite was almost non-existent, he knew you made the effort, and he felt bad—but food was just making him feel nauseous.

so, fox decided to make his way to the refresher, he treaded in and locked the door. he started to unclasp his armour, dropping it to the ground with a loud clang. it felt wrong, tonight. he removed his strong barrier bit by bit, the only rock that kept him from crumbling.

he caught a glimpse of himself from the side of his eye in the mirror and frowned. he glared into the glass, his fingers hovered over the side of his face, like it was fiery to the touch.

he looked like shit, but when didn’t he? he had prominent eye bags which were obvious from a couple klicks away. scars littered across his cheeks, but they weren’t as pronounced. he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the sink, exhaling shakily.

his teeth dug into his lower lip again, but this time to the point that blood dripped down his chin, he felt a lump in his throat and he couldn’t swallow it. he let out a strained whimper and tears started to pool at the corners of his eyes. earning an angry groan from the man, his fingers started to aggressively rub at his eyes.

he hated how something as simple as stress could make him collapse, and he was stressed 24/7, but today, it was amplified over a triple.

“fox?”

a small breath escaped him at the voice that echoed through the door, and he snapped his head to it, kark, you were awake. he sniffed and pressed his palms to his eyes. “in a minute.”

he glanced to the floor and crouched down to pick up the pieces of his armour, cradling them in his arms. he trudged to the door and pressed the button to unlock it with his nose. he stood straight as he was revealed to you.

“what are you doing up?” fox mumbled and walked past you to make it to their bedroom, he started to place his armour on top of the dresser piece by piece.

he jolted slightly as he felt your chest against his back and hands rubbing his upper arms. he bit down on his cheek, he didn’t want to break, not in front of you—you didn’t deserve that.

but the more he felt those comforting touches, the more he felt his control deplete. he turned around softly and gripped your wrists, his eyes staring into yours. “i’m fine, you should get back to bed.”

he sighed as you refused, he couldn’t keep up his appearance anymore, so he just let you pull him down onto the bed. his eyes fluttered shut as your lips pressed against his face, his hands moved to your shoulders. “i… don’t think i can do much tonight. not in the mindset.”

you understand, of course you understand. you understand everything and it pissed fox off sometimes, he tilted his head away, his arm covering his face. so much for keeping his cool in front of you.

“why didn’t you stay asleep?” a small strained noise slipped through his lips, his body started to tremble. and in a matter of seconds, he felt his head press against your chest, your heartbeat reverberating through his ear.

“i…” his lower lip shook as his hands moved to his hair, gripping it tightly. “i’m so fucking tired,” a reluctant sob tore through his throat, he doesn’t cry often, hell, he liked to think he didn’t cry ever, especially, in front of you.

his tears dripped down onto your stomach, unlike the refresher, the water droplets fell freely, coating you. his throat hurt and his heart ached. “why the fuck are you with me? i’m so high maintenance and i’m so—“

he heard your angry tone interrupt him. his hands covered his mouth, trying to keep himself quiet, which lead to be useless. the cries snuck through.

he felt his body be moved against the bed, your forehead and nose pressed against his firmly. he couldn’t look at you, he didn’t have the confidence, he knew he’d sob over and over again if he did.

your fingers traced his face, the small scars that you would only notice if you were up close and you weren’t even looking properly, you knew where they were. why did you have to know him so well? why did you treat him so kindly?

he didn’t speak anymore, his voice betrayed him, his heart locked it up and all he felt was the chain around his neck. but it wasn’t tight, not with your hands roaming him, not with your lips pressing against his rough skin.

it became a routine, a cycle. fox loved routine, he needed it, he felt complete with it,

forehead, cheeks, nose, arms, knuckles and his palms.

then words. your lips moved near his ear and praises slithered into his ear drums. they were angelic before they disappeared into his brain, but it was a curse, he cursed your tone.

he wanted to believe you, he needed to believe you, and the worse thing is, he does believe you. you make him. you make it so fucking easy for him to believe you.

“you don’t need to be so…” fox whispered out, he didn’t finish the sentence, because he couldn’t, the word was trapped within.

the tears stopped and turned into numbness, but you were there to hold him, to keep him stable. he relaxed against the mattress, his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing calmed.

finally, he felt safe, his brain was turned into mush from you alone, and he let himself nod off. the last words that he mumbled out were…

“don’t leave me.”

FOX comes back from his duties quite late, he enters the apartment, and immediately goes to the bedroom. he unclasps his armour and starts going on about how rough his day is, it’s when you just hum noncommittal, he turns around and sits on the edge of the bed. “hey.” he murmurs and places a hand on your blanketed hip, he notices how tight your arms are around your body. you’re either in pain or struggling. silently, he goes under the blanket and wraps his arms around you tightly from behind. “you’re you and everybody else in the galaxy is a cunt.”

WOLFFE is discharged from duty for a couple days, he usually comms you when he’s coming round. but something about the tone of your voice concerns him, he made his way to yours quicker than he usually did. to be faced with a sight of you in your pjs still, and clearly looking rough. he takes off his helmet and walks up to you, pulling you against him. “what happened?” he asks coarsely. you tell him and he presses his lips to your jaw. “okay. listen ‘ere, n’ listen good. you’re goin’ to get through this, you hear me?”

CODY is concerned to hell when he hears your voice over and sees the subtle sadness on your face over the hologram. he isn’t one to fly recklessly, but to get the planet and then to your place, he is rather fast. he storms in and doesn’t care about getting changed, he knows that you can be neglectful through patches like this, and quite frankly it hurts him. it doesn’t take him long to find you, he grabs your hand and sits you up. “c’mon, let’s get you fed, mesh’la. i know you haven’t eaten.” he speaks soft but firm, he was going to have a conversation with you later.

BLY was filled with worry when you didn’t answer his comm, he reaches your place and walks to your bedroom. he walks gently over to your side and kneels on the floor. his fingers brush your cheek and he whispers, “i’m gonna stay by your side the entire time, okay?” his heart breaks at seeing you like this, but he can’t let you see, you need him, and you’ll have him by you.

MAYDAY knew something was up when you met up with him and the usual glint in your eye was dimmed. he takes your hands and tilts his head, “c’mon, spill.” you quietly reply and lean closer to him. he grips you tighter and presses his nose against yours “m’ not gonna allow your brain to make you feel like shit, okay? we’re gonna take a walk and we’re gonna relax.” and if you don’t like walking and you stop, he just lifts you upon his back, he doesn’t care if you’re taller than him or not.

REX knocks on your quarters door, to hear no answer, he knows you’re in there, well he hopes, he hasn’t seen you anywhere else. “okay, i’m comin’ in, just to make sure you’re okay.” the sight in front of him causes his breath to hitch and he settles on top of the bed. “hey? you doing okay?” you sniffle and slowly sit up, in return, he holds your nape and leans you against him. “just lean on me, i’m here. it’ll pass.”

GREGOR enters your home in enthusiasm, he was planning something for you already, but his mood deflates when he sees you. “hey, hey.” he hops onto the sofa and pulls you into an embrace. “talk to me.” you explain through shaky words and his hand grips your nape. “you ain’t gonna start livin’ up to anybody else’s expectations, ya hear me? c’mere, i love you so fuckin’ much.”

HOWZER sighs as he gets back from a mission, he changes out of his upper armour and calls out your name, he hears a small voice, making him frown. he walks towards the sound and leans against the doorframe. “hey, you good?” you shake your head and whisper under your breath.“alright, let’s get you dressed, and then i’m taking you out, somewhere quiet, somewhere nice. just to try ‘n take your mind off things.”

HUNTER just finished his mission, he lands the ship and goes inside the apartment, he sees you on the sofa curled up with a blanket. “cyar’ika?” he murmurs and sits down next to you, he presses his lips to the tip of your nose. “tell me what’s wrong,” and you do. he pulls you down against his chest, his chin leans on top of your head. “you know who you are, okay?”

WRECKER didn’t read the room at first, he burst in and hops onto the bed, he wraps his arms around you and starts talking excitedly about what has happened today. he feels the tremble in your body and he slowly lifts your head up. “hey, hey, hey… what’s wrong?” he speaks softer and presses a kiss to your forehead, you explain you were feeling very dysphoric at the moment. “you shoulda told me to shut up as soon as i came in. i love you so much, my cyare. m’here.”

TECH notices something’s wrong as soon as you slightly furrow your eyebrows. he’s next to you in a second, listening intently as you speak about what’s bothering you. he softens his face slightly as he hears you, he gives a nod and slowly tugged your head onto his shoulder, his hand resting on your shoulder. “i can’t speak for you, but… this is now, and you won’t feel like this forever, you will get through this.“

CROSSHAIR was outside with you as he trained with his rifle, you were quiet, scarily quiet, he turns around and sighs, about to start being snarky when you quickly interrupt him with a ‘not in the mood.’ he shuts his mouth quick and frowns. “who the hell hurt you?” he places his blaster down and walks up to you, you shake his head and explain your current rough patch. “hmph. so, your brain is trying to hurt you, then. i should knock some sense into you, you know who you are.”

ECHO understands in a way, not gender dysphoria, but body dysmorphia, he knows it’s different, but he understands hating your body. he immediately senses something is wrong when you isolate yourself away from everyone. he brings a massive weighted blanket (stolen from the cabinet on the marauder) and he silently buries himself next to you and curls you up with his arms. “remember, i love you for who you are,” he whispers into your ear.

FIVES comes home and you weren’t there to greet him by the door, so he walks to every room until he finds you. he crouches down and places his hand on your lower back, rubbing it. “what’s goin’ on?” you murmur to him and he wraps his arms around your waist tightly. “alright! we’re gonna get that brain distracted, right now. m’ off for a couple days, movies, snacks n’ anythin’ you’d like.”

JESSE’s face presses against your nape as his arm is around your waist. he wakes up as you shift away from him, he hums and rubs his eyes. “mm, what time is it?” he yawns and glances at your back. no answer. “hey.” he huffs and turns you over before pausing at your face, he cups your cheeks and silently asks what’s up through his eyes, you tell him. he presses his lips to your lips and mumbles softly. “you ain’t alone here, okay? i’m stayin’ through this tough shit.”

HARDCASE bursts into your home and yells. “m’ home!” he groans and takes off his armour, before yapping to himself, he walks through the space and calls your name. he finds you, and not in a good state. “woah, lookin’ kinda shit here,” he grins and you tell him you’re not in the mood, which gets him to shut up—it was not that kind of emotion. “sorry… c’mon, talk to me.” he wraps his arms around your stomach, chin resting on your shoulder, once you mumble to him, he lifts you up to your feet. “we’re goin’ shoppin’, then, my treat! we’ll splurge out and get you some cool shit to help that brain of yours!”

KIX takes off his gloves and leans against the wall, he hears the door open and looks up. “hey.” he smiles as he sees it’s you, but you’re looking very solemn. “come here,” he hums and wraps his arms around you. “what’s the matter?” he mumbles against your neck, you tell him how you’re feeling and he nods, he pulls away and holds each side of your neck. “i want to help you through this, tell me how to be there for you.” he knows he can’t always be there, because of his job, but you’re also his priority and he wants to try his utmost best.

DOGMA can see the signs similar to him, especially early, he doesn’t say anything at first, he wants you to come to him, he doesn’t want to intrude. he was in the training grounds, he heard footsteps and he turns around, he smiles softly as he sees you. “hi,” he mumbles, and put his blaster away, he walks up to you and slowly interlaces his fingers with yours. “you… doing okay?” he asks softly and you confide in him, he sits down and pulls you with him—he knows how shitty the brain can be during gender dysphoria, he experiences it himself, he doesn’t talk, just lets you lean against him. he prefers actions over words.

TUP notices how isolating you’ve been recently and it scares him. he wants to talk to you, or you talk to him, it’s when his fears take over and he walks up to you, he holds your arm with both hands and speaks gently “will you talk to me… please?” your eyes water from the sincerity in his eyes, you nod and talk to him. it relieves him to some extent, but there’s still you struggling. “i’m sorry to hear that… y’know i’m here for you right?” he wraps his arms around you tightly and push your face into his shoulder.

JANGO

BOBA

gn! reader—“i am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

TECH knows how you view him, he’s seen the way you are around him compared to the rest of the bad batch. you mess around with the others, going along with what they do. but no matter how subtle you are, he knows you look for tech’s approval for whatever you do.

so, he lets you follow him around, when he’s fixing the marauder, he lets you hand him his tools. “hydrospanner, please,” he stretches his arm out as you give him the tool, he likes seeing the happy glint in your eye, especially during the empire’s reign, it's a scary time, especially for a kid.

he has also gotten used to you, he lets himself go and let the fatherly instinct take over him when needed. he watches over you, makes sure you are healthy, or you’re not injured and looking after yourself.

if he notices you haven’t drank in a certain amount of hours, he makes sure to get you some more rations, the same goes with food. if he notices you are cold whilst you sleep, he’ll hand you his blanket, not bothered if he’s cold or not.

he knows he’s the best at strategy games, and he’ll teach you when you both are alone, so when you play against one of his brothers, he’ll internally be filled with pride when you win. he doesn’t teach anybody else, and he doesn’t tell the others he taught you.

if you have nightmares at night, and he’s the one on watch, he’ll let you nap in the cockpit. he makes sure you’re not too frightened to sleep. if you are, he quietly info-dumps his favourite interests, so you have a voice in your ear to calm you down. so it’s a win-win situation for both of you.

tech walked upon the ramp of the marauder, he went in with the action of picking something up—until he heard small sniffles. he paused and looked over to the cockpit door, the sniffs were quiet and a more high-pitched than any of them. so, it definitely wasn’t an adult’s cry.

his footsteps were purposeful but calm, so he could let you know he was walking in without speaking. he settled himself down on the seat next to the one you were in, he stared at you, seeing who was going to speak first.

tech exhaled softly, it seemed like he had to speak first, he wanted to comfort you, but he wasn’t good with words. “how long have you been here for?” is all that came out of his mouth.

you replied with a silent shrug of your shoulders.

he gives a small nod and opened up a cabinet under the nav-computer, he pulled out a small blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. he slowly put his hand on your small head. “this should keep you warm. we use this blanket a lot when someone is... upset.”

you snuggled around it and gave a nod, thanking him.

“you are most welcome, you… can talk to me, but I can’t promise my words will be the best.”

you leaped into his arms and tech froze, he didn’t do too well with hugs. he exhaled shakily, you were forgetful when you weren’t in the right mindset, he knew that. and he didn’t want to make matters worse, so he went out of his comfort zone and wrapped his arms back around you.

“I can’t say it’s going to be okay, because I don’t know that for sure, but…” tech fluttered his eyes shut and leant his chin on your head. he didn’t believe in empty words, or saying sentences that had no meaning. there was no point.

“but tomorrow might be a better day than today, focus on that.”

he looked down and noticed how still you became, he tilted his head to look at your face. asleep. you fell asleep on him, this wasn’t what he signed up for.

but then again, when do the bad batch sign up for anything?

FOX feels the bed move, any signal of something out of the norm awakes him immediately. he opens his eyes and notices the empty side, making him sit up. “what are you doing?” he asks, you tell him it’s too hot to be next to anything. fox needs structure, so he won’t be able to sleep, he moves onto your side of the bed and peers down at you, lying back down.

WOLFFE stirs slightly as the bed moves, he opens his eyes and frowns at the emptiness of the bed, the light in the ‘fresher is off, so you’re not there. it’s when he hears creaking from the floor, he sits up and glares down. “why are you down there?” you tell him it’s too hot, he sighs in return and lays back down, ending the conversation there.

CODY startles awake and opens his eyes, he glances down at the floor. “uh, what are you doin’ down there?” you tell him why and he snorts softly in response, kicking the blanket off the bed. “fair enough, g’night.” he goes back to sleep.

BLY awakes at the sound and tilts his head, calling your name, you tell him you were on the floor. he scoots over and murmurs, hoping you’re not mad at him, “why are you on the floor?” you tell him you’re overheating, he nods in return and leans his arm over the bed, gripping your hand as he lays back down.

MAYDAY doesn’t awake at first, it’s a little later in the night when he goes to put his arm over you, to find you’re not there. he pats around the bed and lifts his head up, panicking slightly, he sits up and sees you on the floor. he sighs and rubs his face, he glances down at your sleeping form and smiles, glad you were safe.

REX hears the movement and lets out your name through a hushed whisper, you tell him you’re overheating and need to sleep somewhere else. he hums sleepily in response, scooting over to the edge of the bed so you can be in his sight as he sleeps.

GREGOR was already awake when you shuffle against his arms, he groans and opens his eyes. “mm, where’re y’goin’?” you say you’re too hot to be against anything and want to sleep on the floor. he nods and hops off the bed, going down on the floor with you. “you’re right ‘bout this being better.”

HOWZER hands twitch as he felt the warmth of the other hand disappear, he murmurs incoherently and slowly sits up, before whispering your name. you tell him you’re on the floor, to which he responds confused. “okay… why?” you chuckle at him and say it’s just because you’re too hot. “oh, right, ‘pose it’s a bit hot.” he lays back down and grabs your pillow to hug.

HUNTER hears the littlest noise of movement and opens his eyes, he stays silent but watches you settle on the floor. you notice him and tell him you’re overheating. “yeah, s’quite hot, ain’t it?” he murmurs, he already has his hair up and sleeping in minimal clothing possible, he also overheats easily.

WRECKER has you in a bear hug as he snores, you try to wriggle out of him, but he doesn’t wake. you shake him and tell him you’re extremely hot and need some space. he slowly softens his grip, he’s disappointed but doesn’t show it. “aw, can’t have ya suffocatin’ now.” he chuckles and gazes at you.

TECH already knows you overheat easily, he’s read your signs and kept space between you both during your sleep anyway. he watches you slip out of bed and onto the floor. “would you like me to get you any cold water?” you shake your head and tell him your fine, you just need some more space.

CROSSHAIR grunts annoyed as he opens his eyes, he glares as you slide onto the floor. “what the hell are you doing?” you tell him you need to sleep elsewhere because you’re overheating. “suit yourself, then.” he murmurs, but watches over to make sure you get back to sleep.

ECHO snaps his eyes open as movement and creaking filled his ears, he saw you and whispers, “hey, you okay?” you say you just need to sleep on the floor because it’s cold. he understands the discomfort and he nods in return. “m’kay, sleep well.”

FIVES wakes up as soon as he feels you move away. “hey… where ya goin’? I was comfy.” you laugh softly and say you just need some space because of the heat. “huh, didn’t think I was that hot but touché.” he grins and lay on your side of the bed.

JESSE lets out an absentminded groan as he feels the bed dip and move. “mmh, what’re you doin’?” you say you need to sleep on the floor because you’re overheating. “oh, yeah—sure, just be comfy n’ that.” he murmurs in a way that makes you think he didn’t comprehend what you really said.

HARDCASE was already awake before you decide to move, he grumbles and holds you tighter as you move. “mm, don’t go.” you respond by telling him you’re too hot and need to be somewhere. “oh! we can both sleep outside, let’s go!” he sits up and grips your hand, the other arm grabbing the pillows and he literally drags you outside. not what was quite on your mind, but it was nice either way.

KIX softens his grip silently as you move, he watches you move to the floor and he whispers. “too hot?” you nod in reply. “want me to get you some water?” you shake your head and say you just want sleep. “I get that, but if you’re overheatin’ you need water.” basically, there was no way to stubborn your way around it.

DOGMA chews his lower lip as you move away from him. he doesn’t say anything but just watches you, his facial expression is subtly sad, though, he thinks he did something wrong. you reassure him you’re just too hot. “oh…” he murmurs embarrassed. “sleep well.”

TUP furrows his eyebrows as you move away, he whispers your name in a disappointed tone. “i’m sorry, did I do something?” you quickly sit up and shake your head, saying you’re just too hot. “oh! okay, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he smiles and lays on the bed close to you.

FIVES

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

JESSE

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

HARDCASE

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

KIX

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

DOGMA

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time” [explicit] → ꜰɪᴄ

TUP

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

REX

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

GREGOR

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

HOWZER

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

FOX

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

x gn! reader—“i am so emotionally drained. i can feel myself shutting down.” → ꜰɪᴄ

WOLFFE

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

CODY

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

BLY

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

MAYDAY

gn! reader—“can I paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

HUNTER

gn! reader—“can i paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

WRECKER

gn! reader—“can i paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

TECH

gn! reader—“can i paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn!child! reader—“i' know who you pretend i am.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ/ꜰɪᴄ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

CROSSHAIR

gn! reader—“can i paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see." [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

ECHO

gn! reader—“can i paint you naked?” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

gn! reader—“i'm dying of heat here.” → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

nonbinary! reader—“i don't see what other people see.” [gender dysphoria comfort] → ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

FOX's fingers twitches against his datapad and a huff of breath escapes through his lips. “you don’t want to paint me, your paintings are… beautiful.” he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be painted on your worthiness canvas, but you tell him otherwise—you’d be honoured to be able to paint every inch of him. “fine, just ignore my scars, though, yeah?” obviously you don’t, they’re part of him.

WOLFFE raises an eyebrow and snorts softly, he stares at you for a while until he realises you’re serious. “me? you want to paint… me?” he replies slightly shocked, you just smile and nod, there was nothing about it, you wanted to paint your partner. “huh… go for it, then, I guess.”

CODY chuckled and tilted his head with a smile. “is that a proposition for something else?” he sees you frown and was about to over-explain until he shook his head. “kiddin’, just don’t want you to waste your materials over me.” you sigh and roll your eyes, it’s not wasting anything and you drag him with you anyway.

BLY stops what he’s doing and turns his attention to you immediately. he smiles softly and gave a nod. “i’d love to, that’s… if you don’t mind.” you tell him you wouldn’t have offered if you didn’t mind anyway. he feels a little nervous about it, but he doesn’t say anything.

MAYDAY lets out a small amused noise. “oh wow, I was not expecting that.” he knows you don’t mean it in a sexual way, but still, his mind did go into that direction. he clears his throat and nods. “knock yourself out.”

REX was in the middle of drinking caf, after hearing those words, he had to stop abruptly to not spit it out. he slowly turned his head and looked around, making sure you were speaking to him. “wait, me?” because who else would you be talking to. “oh, uh—yeah, sure.” he feels flustered, because he’s seen your art and he’s going to be part of that.

GREGOR snaps his head around and grins, he walks runs pathetically towards you and practically beams. “need me to pose or anythin’? cause I’m ready as ever!” safe to say he is very enthusiastic to start, which makes you both excited but concerned.

HOWZER hums, “of course.” not quite comprehending what you just asked him. until he double thinks and looks at you. “wait, naked? right now?” you nod and wait for an answer. “uh, yeah, right—yeah, sure.” he definitely doesn’t stumble over his words or anything.

HUNTER blinks at your question, staying silent for a couple seconds and then a small smile appears on his face. “well, your work is good, so I know you’ll do me justice.” he is actually quite excited on the inside.

WRECKER lets out a sudden loud laugh, hid behind nervousness. "ya wanna paint me?" he knows he says he loves to be part of anything you do, but, he knows he's very fidgety. you assure him you don't mind as long as he's comfortable. "can't promise I'll stay still, but I'll try!" all in all, he's definitely more excited than anything.

TECH slowly lifts his head up and puts the data pad in his lap. he is silent for a while, he doesn't quite know what to say. you tell him he can be clothed if he wants to, it's just for anatomy practice, you don't want to make him uncomfortable. "I see... if it's just for anatomy practice purposes, I can spare some time." it’s new to him and he knows he’s stepping out of his comfort zone, but he doesn’t mind for you.

CROSSHAIR scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. “you want me to let you paint me?” he chews on the toothpick and watches the slight disappointment in your eyes. he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I suppose I’ll allow it this once, get on with it.”

ECHO swallows deeply and glances down at his legs. “ah… I don’t think I’d be very uh… paintable.” he whispers, immediately you frown and tell him to stop being so hard on himself and you’d love to. but he does smile at the passion in your voice. “alright, I’ll try to keep still.”

FIVES snaps his head around and the widest smirk on his smile appears ever. he’s already unclasping the top half of his armour off and manspreads on the nearest crate. “well, then I’m all yours.” this may or may not be turning him on, and you can tell.

JESSE grins and raises an eyebrow. “naked, eh? sure that’s not an excuse just to see me without my armour on?” he holds his hands up in mock surrender as you complain to him. “hey, I’m kiddin’! I’d love for you to paint me… naked n’ all.”

HARDCASE is already getting into a pose as soon as you ask the question. “yes!” you blink and ask if he actually heard you. “you asked if you could paint me naked n’ I’m saying yes, do it.”

KIX takes his gloves off and turns around as you sit yourself down on one of the chairs. “as much as I’d love you too, I might be needed.” you say he can go at anytime, it’s just for practice. “ah, well then. lead the way.” he was internally slapping himself for having his mind elsewhere.

DOGMA gapes for about ten seconds, he opens his mouth to speak but couldn’t for a while. you ask if he’s okay, he clears his throat and nods. “sorry, just… surprised. uhm, you sure you don’t want to ask any of the others? I wouldn’t mind for this occasion.” you sigh and explain you want to paint him and him only. “okay… yeah, alright, just… don’t be disappointed.” you chastise him for even thinking that way.

TUP lets out a nervous giggle and rubs his nape. “me? do you have the time? i know how long this sort of thing takes and it’s gonna be about me.” you tell him you don’t care if it’s him and that you’d love to paint him. “well, I’m honoured! thank you.”