#clone x reader

Fox feels like he doesn't get to be domestic much with how busy he always is. Often has to go a while without seeing you, or might just see you for a few hours to sleep and then has to head back to work again. But it makes the little domestic moments he does get with you mean all the more to him, like a lot more than he knows how to admit

Really likes when he has days where he has enough time to eat lunch with you. Even if it's just you showing up to his office for 10-15 minutes to eat your lunch while he works, he loves having that little opportunity to see you

Also if he's working late and you show up to just quickly bring him a caf and give him a kiss it is truly what keeps him going through the night

Scolds you for staying awake when he gets home late, lecturing you that you should've been asleep hours ago, but at the same time is secretly soooo pleased that you waited up for him. Kind of a hypocrite tho cause the second he starts kissing you suddenly he's decided neither of you need sleep yet

If he gets home and you're already asleep he gets sooo soft, carefully crawls into bed and holds you against his chest pressing soft little kisses to your face and shoulder. If you wake up though he tells you to go back to sleep all bossy like it's YOUR fault you woke up

He worries about you a lot. Is very strict about reminding you to eat, reminding you to sleep, telling you to take your vitamins, stuff like that, and he comes off kinda snappish about it but it's cause he needs to make sure you're taken care of

Loves gossiping about work tbh. Likes hearing whatever you have as well. Like if you're getting ready one morning and he's still there he'll lean against the doorway and watch you get ready and complain/gossip with you lol

Likes when you help him put on/take off his armor. Especially take off.

Doesn't always have time to message you during the day but he loves when you send him little messages to read when he does have time to check. Just likes knowing that you're thinking of him

So clingy esp at home. Like at work when he misses you he looks through photos he has of you and daydreams about you a lot. And then at home he’s pretty much glued to you. Why the fuck are you sitting in a chair, HE’S there. Like if he has a chance to have you in his arms he’s taking it

Also he’s so sleepy all the time at home and he’s like frequently falling asleep on top of you or with you in his arms lol

Sleeps sooo much better with you that it almost annoys him. Can't ever just go to sleep in his barracks without ending up lying there awake wishing he was wrapped up with you instead. Also is a super heavy sleeper and his alarm is always set SO FUCKING LOUD

Little bit of a clean freak tbh and gets very bossy about it. Will take care of a lot of chores himself but mutters under his breath about how no one fucking helps him in this house

Disaster in the kitchen. Prob never stepped foot in a kitchen until after he was already with you. Can follow instructions just fine but is so impatient and gets frustrated so easily. Figures out like 3 things he can make easily and then just sticks to those

Lovessss taking you on dates but wishes so badly he had more money to spend on you. Like he secretly really wishes he could spoil you and it makes him really upset that he can't, though he doesn't tell you this

Rex: Situational erectile dysfunction

Weeks of a recent, brutal campaign are still clinging to Rex, weighing down his mind even as he presses you into the mattress. He wants you desperately, but the stress of command refuses to leave him completely; his hands roam your body eagerly, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck, his hips grinding down against your thigh, but his cock remains soft.

With a frustrated grunt, Rex pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "Kriff," he gasps. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I-- I can't. Again."

Your expression softens, and you gently push him to lie on his back. "It's okay," you murmur, straddling his hips and guiding his trembling hands to your waist. "I don't need you hard to make you feel good. Just…let me."

You press your lips to his in a deep, wet kiss, starting to grind down against his soft, leaking cock. Rex groans into your mouth, his grip tightening on your hips as the pressure to perform slowly melts away. You ride his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm, the friction coaxing heavy precum to drool from his cock against his own stomach.

"Maker…" he whimpers against your mouth, grinding his hips up to match your slow, rolling pace. His mind is going quiet, focused on the weight of your body against his. "More, baby. A little harder for me--"

You oblige, rolling your hips down harder and heavier. Rex's body goes rigid as his fingers dig into your waist and he starts to tremble. Finally, with a rough groan, his pelvis tilts upward as he cums hard, spurting thick and hot across his own stomach. You follow him soon after, a moan catching in your throat as you ride out your own orgasm.

You collapse onto his chest, and Rex wraps his arms around you tight. "I don't deserve you," he mumbles, nuzzling into your neck. "Maker, I'm so lucky. Thank you, baby."

Fives: Delayed ejaculation

Fives knows he's good in bed. He knows what he likes, he knows what you like, and he loves giving you pleasure, but his own body is…stubborn. He's been fucking into you for almost two hours, a pillow jammed beneath your hips for a better angle, his cock getting frustratingly sore despite not having cum yet. He's been switching positions and angles to get the perfect amount of friction, but it's not working. He hates worrying about wearing you out, and worse, hates the idea of you thinking it's because you're not good enough. So when he hears you whine beneath him, he grunts faintly and adjusts his weight so he can look at you.

"I know. I know, cyare," he pants, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You feel so kriffing good. So tight. I'm close, I promise I'm close, just a little more for me…" He pauses to adjust his hips with a groan, grinding his cock into you. "You can take a little more for me, yeah? You okay?"

You whine again, digging your fingers into his shoulders, but nod. "Y-yeah, I'm okay…but…sore…"

Fives exhales roughly, leaning down to kiss you again. "You wanna stop? Or you wanna cum one more time for me? Think you can do that?"

You nod weakly again, and Fives lets out a low groan of appreciation. "Knew it," he praises, picking up his rhythm again. "Clench for me. Come on, squeeze me, baby. Kriff-- yeah, just like that--"

He fucks into you hard, pressing his face into your neck as his breathing grows even more ragged. You gasp as your orgasm hits, writhing beneath him, and Fives moans loudly at the pressure.

"That's it…that's it, baby, exactly like that--" His words dissolve into a groan as his muscles lock up and he finally cums, his cock throbbing inside you as he pumps himself empty. He collapses against you, slick with sweat, panting heavily into your neck.

After a quiet moment, he shifts so he's not putting his full weight on you, and cups your face in his hand. "That was kriffing incredible," he whispers, kissing your forehead. "You okay? I didn't wear you out too much, did I?"

You let out a dazed, exhausted breath, tracing his damp shoulder. "…You did," you admit, nearly too tired to form words, but you smile up at him anyway. "…In the best way, though."

Kix: Low libido

Kix works so hard taking care of the 501st that often by the time he finally gets you alone his mind and body are completely drained. He desperately wants the intimacy, the closeness, but his libido often just…isn't really there. Tonight, it seems, is no different.

You're lying together in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, but there's clear tension in him. He keeps kissing your cheeks and temple, his hands sweeping over your back, but he hasn't made a move to take things further.

With a soft sigh, he pulls back slightly, looking a little guilty. "…You mind if we just stay like this tonight?" he asks, bring his hand up to brush his thumb over your cheek. "I know you were…probably expecting more. I'm sorry, love."

You lean into his touch, your expression softening. "Kix, this is perfect," you assure him, sliding your arms around his neck to pull him closer. "I just want you. This is more than enough."

Kix exhales, visibly relieved, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. "Can I do something for you?" he asks, one of his hands drifting down to your thigh. "I can at least make you feel good. Let me do that for you."

When you nod, he smiles faintly. Keeping you flush against his chest, he slides his hand between your thighs and down beneath the waist of your pants. "Close your eyes, baby," he coos against your ear.

He starts a slow rhythm, knowing exactly how to touch you to make you gasp. He pulls back a little to watch your face, captivated by the way your chest heaves and your fingers grip his shoulders. He doesn't need sex himself to feel completely connected to you; seeing you unravel in his hands is more than enough.

You whine, hiding your face in his chest as the pleasure builds, your hips rolling helplessly against his hand.

"That's it. Let it go," Kix murmurs encouragingly, kissing your temple, his pace increasing a little. "I've got you."

With a breathless cry, your orgasm hits you and your body arches against his. Kix holds you through the aftershocks, stroking you through it until you finally slump against him. Then he pulls his hand away and pulls you right back into his chest, tangling his legs with yours and kissing you sweet and slow. "Perfect," he mumbles. "Just perfect."

Jesse: Curved dick

Jesse wants nothing more than to be able to lose control and fuck you as hard as his body is constantly aching for, but he knows he needs to be careful. Every time he eases his cock inside you, he goes slower than he has to, doesn't sink as deep as he wants, worried that the odd angle will hurt you. He hates it, but accepts it.

Tonight, as he hovers over you with his jaw clenched, clearly holding himself back, you've had enough. You reach down, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, and tug his hand away from where he's bracing his weight.

"Jesse," you pant, looking up at him. "Stop holding back. Fuck me."

Jesse's breath hitches a little before he groans. "Don't…ugh, don't tempt me. Don't wanna hurt you. The way I'm shaped, I--"

You slide your hands up his chest, gripping his broad shoulders and pulling him down to press a hard, demanding kiss to his lips. "You won't," you mumble against his mouth, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him deeper inside you. "Wanna feel all of you. Please just fuck me. Hard."

Jesse shudders, pressing his hips into yours with a groan. He hesitates for just a second, trembling with restraint, but when he glances at your expression again, his control finally snaps. With a low growl, he pulls his hips back and then slams into you in a deep, rough thrust. You let out a breathless gasp, arching off the mattress, and Jesse moans. He finally starts to pound into you the way he's wanted forever.

"Kriff yes," he groans, straightening up so he can grip your thighs and push them back, driving himself deeper into you again and again. "You like that? You like how that feels, baby?"

You nod breathlessly, crying out as the curve of his cock hits you at just the right angle, filling you completely. "Yes--yes, Jesse, please," you whimper, tossing your head back on the pillow.

Jesse groans again, his rhythm turning a little frantic as you squeeze tightly around him. He holds himself back from cumming for as long as he can, but he can only take so much. With a final, desperate heave of his hips that buries him as deep as he can possibly go, his body locks up and his orgasm hits him.

He collapses over you, chest heaving, his face buried in your shoulder as he catches his breath. "Kriff," he mutters, turning his head to kiss your jaw. "Never holding back again."

Hardcase: Hypersexuality

Hardcase can be…a lot. He wants you constantly. His usual energy all seems to go straight to his cock the second he's alone with you, and he's ready to fuck you to exhaustion at nearly any chance he gets. Lately, though, you've noticed him pulling back. In fact, he's kept his hands to himself for nearly a week.

Tired of the space, you catch him alone one night, straddling his lap and pulling his hands to rest firmly on your hips. "You've been ignoring me," you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. "What's going on, Hardcase?"

Hardcase snorts at your pout, a smile tugging at his mouth even as his shoulders tense a little. "Just don't wanna be a menace," he says lightly, but you can hear the little bit of insecurity in his tone. "I'm always on you. Don't wanna...wear you out, or make you think that…you know…that's all I want."

You give him a flat look, rocking your hips down against his. "If I wanted less, I'd tell you," you murmur, leaning in close. "I love how much you want me. You could never wear me out."

His eyes widen a little, his breathing picking up slightly. His hands tighten on your hips as he rocks up against you a little with a groan. "You sure? It's been a while. Not gonna be able to go easy on you."

"Don't you dare go easy." You slide off his lap, instead lying back and parting your thighs in invitation. Hardcase groans and drops between your legs instantly, yanking off your clothes. He buries his face in your crotch, his lips and tongue moving over you ravenously.

"Kriff," he moans against you, breathing your scent deep. "You taste so kriffing good. Missed this so much."

His hands dig into your hips, pinning you to the sheets as he sucks and licks at you like he's starving for it. He doesn't pace himself, and he doesn't stop. He can go for hours, and now that he knows you really, really want that? He fully intends to do this until neither of you can physically move.

Tup: Performance anxiety

Tup's mind is his own worse enemy sometimes. He's attempting to fuck you from behind, his hands digging into your hips, but his mind is spinning. Is he holding your hips too tight? Is this angle weird? Is he taking too long? Kriff, he's certain he's taking too long. The pressure to perform is so loud that his cock won't stay hard. It slips out, and with a miserable sigh, he slumps against your back.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, pressing an apologetic kiss to your shoulder blade. "It…it won't stay hard. I don't know what's wrong with me."

You turn around and sit back on your heels, cupping his face and smoothing out the crease of worry between his brows. "Tup, nothing's wrong with you," you murmur soothingly. "Look. Why don't you let me take care of you tonight?"

You guide him onto his back, settling between his thighs. Tup tenses as your hand wraps around his semi-hard cock. "You don't have to," he stammers, nervous again. "I feel bad--"

"Shhh." You lean down and drag your tongue up the length of his cock. "Just relax for me."

Tup gasps softly, his hips twitching as you take his tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue over the sensitive head. The anxiety is still there, though: what if he can't get hard for this? Does he look-- oh, Maker, he probably looks bad from this angle. He tips his head back to stare at the ceiling, folding his arms over his stomach and swallowing hard.

You notice his stiff posture, gently pulling his arms away from his stomach and tangling one of his hands with yours. "Close your eyes, baby. Just try to feel it."

You take him into your mouth again, sucking gently while your free hand strokes his base. The warm, wet friction slowly does its work: he starts to thicken and harden fully against your tongue. You hum in approval, swallowing him deeper and sucking harder.

Tup groans, his mind finally going fuzzy, his hips rocking into your mouth in needy, involuntary thrusts. "Stars…that feels…" You pick up the pace a little, and he moans. "Kriff, I'm gonna--"

He gasps, his knuckles turning white as he squeezes your hand. With a choked moan, he arches off the mattress, shuddering violently as he cums thick and hot down your throat. As you swallow every drop, his eyes go wide. He pulls you up his body, wrapping you tight in his arms and kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips. "You didn't have to do that," he mumbles against your mouth. "But, Force, it felt so good. Thank you."

Dogma: Premature ejaculation/inexperience

Dogma is hovering over you, jaw clenched, trying to project a dominance he simply doesn't have. He lines the head of his aching cock up against your entrance, swallowing hard as he tries to press in for the fifth time. But once again, his body goes rigid and he stops, breathing shakily, just the sensation of being pressed against you too much for him to handle.

"Dogma, please," you breathe, tilting your hips up for him, but he shakes his head jerkily, his face completely flushed.

"Wait. Just…hold on," he mumbles, his voice cracking a little. He tries again, guiding his tip back to your opening, but as he pushes in just a little and he feels your warmth squeezing him, his whole body shudders. He pulls out fast with a frustrated groan. "Kriff…I can't. I'm going to--"

You reach up to grip his shoulders, gently pushing him onto his back. "Here. Just let me," you soothe.

Dogma's eyes go wide as you straddle his thighs. You wrap your hand around his throbbing, leaking cock, guiding him to your entrance. He gasps, his hands shooting up to grip your waist, his fingers trembling against your skin as he watches you slowly lower yourself. The second his sensitive tip catches fully on your entrance, he chokes.

You try to slide down, but before you can even take an inch of him, Dogma's body is arching violently off the mattress. His nails dig into your hips as he gasps loudly, his climax hitting him embarrassingly fast. His cock pulses as thick, erratic spurts of cum spill from him, flooding the outside of your heat and dripping down between your thighs.

He collapses back, face burning with mortification as he drapes an arm over his eyes. "I-- I'm sorry," he stammers. "It was supposed to be…I was supposed to…"

You gently pull his arm away, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "It's okay. No one's perfect on their first try," you whisper. "Besides…we have all night to try again."

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Crosshair ran a hand over his face. The mission had gone on way longer than anticipated and he was tired.

If anyone would utter even one more word around him before he got a drink in, he might just shoot someone.

And to think that all of it was your fault when you kept distracting him whenever he caught sight of you through his rifle.

The worst part? You weren't even doing it on purpose. It was your mere existence that kept distracting him. The determination in your eyes when you moved through a battlefield, your grace and the way your hips swayed—

He shook his head. This was not helping his headache. He needed a drink. Now. But it was a tradition between the two of you to go to a bar together whenever you were close enough to one after a mission, so he had to wait until you were done talking to Hunter.

"Ready?" He asked, impatiently tapping his fingers against his arms as he eyed you.

"Yes, let's get some drinks!" You exclaimed, a smile of your face that made you shine like the sun and Crosshair scowled, only so he could hide the smile tugging at his own lips.

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Once you were sitting at the bar and have been served some alcohol, the tension finally fell from Crosshair's shoulders. The pressure behind his eyes began loosening and his thoughts became a bit clearer again.

That was until he felt your leg hook around his under the bar. It seemed you weren't done distracting him yet.

"Why so tense, Cross?" You smirked up at him and he wished he could wipe that stupid expression of your face.

"You're giving me a headache," he replied, nudging your leg away and turning to take another sip of his drink.

"Sure I am," you continued teasing, "Is that why you're blushing?"

"I'm not."

"Oh you definitely are." Winking, you leaned against him, apparently entirely undeterred by his unimpressed face. "Am I too much to handle for the cold sniper?"

You pouted slightly and Crosshair couldn't help his gaze dropping to your full lips and— No. He was not going there.

"Come on, just admit you like me," your voice dropped to a sultry whisper as you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Everyone can see it."

"Only in your dreams," Crosshair hissed but did not pull back as your hand came to trace the outline of his chest. The alcohol seemed to have made you much bolder than usual.

"Maybe we could make those dreams a reality tonight? You, me, and—" A yelp escaped you before you could finish that sentence when Crosshair grabbed your wrist.

Throwing some credits on the bar, he pulled you towards an empty hallway he had spotted before.

Suddenly, he turned back to face you. "You want this?" He asked, voice rough.

"Yes," you breathed, and wasting no time, he pushed you up against the wall, pressing his body against yours as he leaned down and finally kissed you.

It was messy, hot and desperate. Crosshair tasted the alcohol on your lips and it made him feel even more intoxicated. His teeth biting down on your lower lips drew a groan from you and he swallowed the sound greedily, already yearning for more.

His hands ran over your body until they settled on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh slightly. Another sweet sound escaped you — music to his ears — and he used the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue.

You tilted your head further in reply, hands pulling at his hair, wanting to elicit the same sounds from him. No luck so far as Crosshair continued pressing you against the wall and you could feel the hard plastoid of his armour grinding against your middle.

Then Crosshair moved from your mouth down to your jaw, then your neck. His teeth scraping against the skin there, sucking marks into your skin that he will dare you to hide from the rest of the team later.

Your hands left his hair and he could barely suppress a whine before they were back on his body, this time moving lower. When you grasped to unbuckle his codpiece, Crosshair finally pulled back, his chest heaving and eyes dark.

He stopped you with a hand on your wrist and quickly looked around. His head felt fuzzy and he blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. Whether it was the alcohol or the taste of you — he couldn't tell.

Finding what he was looking for, he pulled you along and into a storage room. It was tiny, the two of you pressed against each other even as both of you felt the wall against your backs; but you didn't need much space for what you were about to do.

Before Crosshair could pull you into another kiss, you dropped to your knees before him and you could see a self-satisfied smirk spread across his face.

"Go on then," he drawled in a low, husky tone that made the space between your legs feel damp.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached up to unclasp his codpiece. The clatter when it fell to the floor echoed in the small room. You could already see the outline of him straining against his blacks.

Crosshair — the epitome of impatience once he was off the battlefield — unbuttoned them quickly and you wasted no time getting a feel for his size, wrapping your hand around his length.

Biting his lip, he watched your face as you opened your mouth and he disappeared inside it. It was a sight he would remember for the rest of his life; so sinfully gorgeous as you knelt there and worked him inside.

His hands found your hair, guiding and helping you find a rhythm to start. When he hit the back of your throat, you moaned around him and Crosshair gasped when your throat opened up around him and took him even deeper.

One hand placed on his thigh, the other worked the rest of him that didn't fit inside. Your tongue ran over every ridge and vein, using your teeth to tease him slightly and you felt his grip in your hair tighten in response.

Crosshair banged his head back against the metal as you hollowed your cheeks and drew him in even further into your mouth. A deep groan escaped him from somewhere deep inside his chest and you smiled as you finally achieved your goal.

"I— I'm gonna— ah~" That was all the warning you got before he came down your throat. You swallowed dutifully, milking him until he was soft inside your mouth.

Pulling back, you breathed heavily. Crosshair's grip in your hair loosened and he gently tipped your head up.

"Beautiful," he murmured as his thumb traced your cheek and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

Tucking himself in quickly, Crosshair crouched down to be face-to-face with you, only to pull you into one final kiss for the night. This time, it was missing all the heat. Instead, his lips were soft as he tasted himself on your lips.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he mumbled against your mouth as his hand found the damp place between your legs and he began to rub little circles there.

You moaned, leaning your head against his chest as your hips desperately chased the friction. It wasn't long until you too reached your peak and collapsed against him entirely.

Hunter is awake before you are. He's a light sleeper in general because of his senses, and the changes in your breathing wake him almost before you really start stirring. He immediately wakes you up with a firm hand on your shoulder and pulls you into his arms once you're awake, quietly reassuring you that you're safe. Holds you for as long as you’ll let him. Doesn’t go back to sleep after, instead just lies awake, cradling you to his chest, making sure you sleep peacefully

Tech immediately goes into grounding techniques, guiding you through calm, practical questions and flashback protocol if necessary. Wraps his arm around you and rubs your shoulder, already thinking about ways to reduce/prevent nightmares in the future and will work with you to find routines before bed that soothe you

Wrecker is a super heavy sleeper, and when he does eventually wake up, he's extremely disconcerted when he sees you in distress. Is at a little bit of a loss for a second but groggily pulls you into a hug anyway. Murmurs so many reassurances against your hair and once you’re calmer puts on a holofilm for the two of you to watch while you fall back asleep, still holding you close

Crosshair doesn't say much, knowing that the wrong words will make things worse and not quite trusting himself to say the right thing, but he lets you curl up in his arms. Strokes your hair and lets you talk if you want to, listening quietly and reminding you that it's over now and there's nothing to be afraid of

Echo is quick to ground you with a hand on your shoulder or takes your hand in his and squeezes. He's very firm as he tells you where you are, that you had a nightmare, that you're safe. Gets you something warm to drink before sitting with you for as long as you need, talking through it if you want to or just keeping you company until you fall back asleep

Rex isn't totally sure what exactly to say or do to make things better and he hates it. Can't stand seeing you scared/distressed, it makes his heart ache so badly. He holds you so tight, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and hair while quietly murmuring anything that comes to mind: that it’s gonna be okay, that he’s here, that he’s got you and he's not letting go

Wolffe isn't great at comfort but he is protective. He takes control before the panic has a chance to spiral, guiding you to sit up and then tilting your chin to look at him. Firmly guides you back to the present: "Look at me. Good, don’t look away. Where are you? That's right, here. With me." and doesn't ease up until you seem calmer, then presses a firm kiss to your temple and pulls you into a hug

Cody is able to stay really calm, gently holding your hands or stroking your cheek as he encourages you to breathe. Once you've calmed down a little he asks what you need, fully willing to get up and get you whatever you might want. Stays awake after you fall asleep, gently rubbing your back to keep you soothed

Fox freezes for a second because he doesn't know how to fix this, but doesn’t want you to know that. Falls back on taking charge instead and fusses over you a little, getting you water and wiping the sweat from your face. Keeps telling you to keep your focus on him and relax because giving you orders is easier than admitting how worried he is. Pretends he's "just not tired" and stays awake the rest of the night to keep an eye on you