#fox x reader

A - Aftercare :

Surprisingly okay at it at first and as time passes gets even better. Fox has had none to very little sex experiences (depends on whether you consider btd2/ykmet MCs to exist prior to tpof) that were with someone he cared about. He also has had very limited experience with porn media that weren't violent, given Strades influence on him. He cares for you, so he works entirely based on instinct. Aftercare usually is him cleaning you with a rug and cuddling you up to him while whispering praises about how well you handled it and how beautiful you look all bruised up because of him. After a while he helps you get up and runs a bath for the two of you.

B - Body part :

For him : He really enjoys his claws. They give him a sense of security first of all, and also they can leave so many marks of him all over your body! Adores digging them in your thighs

For you : Honestly everything. If he was forced to pick he'd probably go for your eyes - he loves watching your expression change from pain to pleasure to love depending on how he treats you. Your mouth is also a favourite of his - Fox loves when you're loud and if you aren't he will do his earnest to make you moan or scream (whether in pleasure or pain depends on the day).

C- Cum :

Inside you. His breastkin instincts do give him a natural breeding kink, and while he isn't hard pressed to have a family the throught of breeding in itself gets him fired up. The possessiveness of it, the claiming that you are his. He is 100% the type to push it back in with his hand when it starts leaking out.

D - Dirty secret :

He will fuck you with a gun but after the show ends it will never be loaded. He doesn't admit it to you, but you are too precious for him to take a risk that would mean immediate death for you.

Also it's not really a secret (mostly something he just doesn't admit openly and you get via his reactions) but much as he likes to mark you he also enjoys being marked back (probably very hesitant to let you do that with knives to him tho). Please run your nails ruthlessly through his back, nip his neck and especially give him hickeys!!

E - Experience :

VERY experienced. He knows how to work your body and his dirty talk is on point. Outside of rough sex while inexperienced, deep down to his core he craves to be loved so much, when he has intercourse with nothing but romance and tenderness with you he is going to be naturally good at it, because it's a carefully crafted fantasy he has been suppressing for decades.

F - Favourite position :

Depends on the day! He loves the classic ol' missionary - it let's him take in all your expressions and he gets to be on top!

Cowgirl he enjoys because while you may be on top he is still the one controlling the situation, hands on your waist manhandling you (and again, the fact that he can see your face during it).

Doggy he likes because it's a position of utter submission. He would enjoy forcing you to watch yourself getting fucked by doing it in front of a mirror.

G - Goofy:

He is balanced on this. He isn't making jokes all the way through, but he does enjoy playfully degrading you and teasing especially if you get flustered easily. Honestly even if you don't, he'd try to find what would make you tick. He would also enjoy a playful partner, so long as you don't test his limits too much.

H - Hair :

I - Intimacy :

He trims/shaves when he isn't too lazy for the streams sake but would never be completely hairless. He doesn't mind what his partner does either way but his preference is a bush (the breastkin in him loves the naturalness of it) and because he is a freak if you save in shapes (extra points if it's a heart) he would LOVE it. If you want to shave during your captivity he will be the one doing it for you. Obviously you aren't to be trusted with razors for a while after all. Even when you gain his trust I can see him wanting to do it for you, after you bathe together, as a strange form of intimacy.

Regardless of how rough or soft he is with you though, he will always maintain eye contact. If you try to cover your face/eyes/mouth he will pin your arms down.

He can be really romantic. In fact once you give in to the Stockholm syndrome dynamic he has formed for you, when he feels like you truly like him and you aren't pretending for survivals sake to be into him, he would give in to his desire to be with someone romantically. Again : Rens experiences with sex are to a large (if not only) extent violent. Soft sex with him while not a constant, would be another milestone (first one being him deciding to keep you).

J - Jack off :

Not often. He has you to take care of that now doesn't he? Only way for him to jack off is if you have been heavily injured or are ill. Even during his heats he 100% is using you for all his urges.

K - Kink :

He is willing to try EVERYTHING. As mentioned above he is really into breeding, forced feminisation, pet play (only time the shock collar would be off would be for him to attach a pet one with a leash on), marking your body all over (biting, scratching, carving, hickeys), overstimulation, edging (for you. Do not even try edging that man it won't end well), dry humping, cockwarming and of course period sex. Also so many Ren lovers have mentioned it, but free use isn't just a kink for him, it's absolutely expected that as his pet you will be doing whatever he wants whenever he wants.

L - Location

His house(s). Any surface will do honestly. He doesn't take you outside ( and if he does its only once you've reached a point in the relationship where you are completely depended and in love with him, too much to think of running away) and while not opposed to the idea of quickies he prefers to take his time with you. His house is also a good location for him because it adds an extra element of control : you are his pet, getting fucked in his safe space.

That being said tho he enjoys the idea of getting you hot and bothered while in public! Slipping his hand between your skirt while out dinning even when with company, peppering your neck with kisses, groping, he just prefers the actual act to be in the house.

M - Motivation

His main motivations are control and the desire for love. You are his pet. He saved you. He owns you. He needs to reaffirm because of his trauma, that you belong to him completely, that you are grateful he decided to spare you, that he has absolute ownership over you. On the other hand he also needs to know that you want him. You crave his company, you crave to be intimate, you see him and despite the horrible things he has done to you, the horrible things he still does to other people, you see a man worth loving.

You don't get the option to say no but he also likes to know as time goes by that even if you had that option you'd choose him with 0 doubt.

N = No

Again : There will be no actual gambles with your life. He would also not share photos or videos of you even if he recorded you. You are his.

Would also not be submissive. It's a trauma thing. You can get to be on top of him but you cannot get the reigns.

O - Oral

Loves both giving and receiving. Does not enjoy eating ass (he finds it too degrading/submissive for him) but can tolerate if he likes you enough. When it comes to receiving he switches between praise (" look at how well you're taking me~" ) and degradation, depending whether he is forcing you to give as punishment or not. In any case he loves forcing you to deep throat him and you absolutely will be swallowing all his cum.

If you're on your period you're getting overstimulated, not even purposefully he can just get especially pussy drunk when aside from your scent, he gets to burry his face and tongue in your blood. Literally his version of heaven.

P = Pace

Usually quite fast and thrusting deep. He has a knot and you will be taking it all. Enjoys going slow and sensual if he is in a romantic mood or just slow if he is edging you.

Q = Quickie

He doesn't hate it, he just isn't fond of it the way he is of normal sessions where he can take his time with you. That said however will be ecstatic and tease you without mercy if you are the one begging for a quickie.

R = Risk

Very adventurous, you will literally never know what to expect in bed with him. Can be together for years and he will find ways to suprise you. Would also love a partner who likes to risk.

S = Stamina

Long sessions, can go up to three if he isn't tired but only because he is breastkin (the usual between you two extremely long sessions). Again he goes deep thrusting and will not pull out, you are getting the knot everytime and if you're having your period best believe he'll try to make it last even longer.

T = Toys

An excessive amount of them, and a lot in the shape of animals (especially tentacles. He is a hentai gooner after all). He uses them both on himself but ESPECIALLY on you, you could literally ask him for any toy and he'd happily whip it out immediately, he is prepared.

U = unfair

He will usually make you cum, unless you've seriously pissed him off. That being said there are times where he will stop mid thrust or mid giving you oral to demand you beg him to continue.

V = Volume

Very loud and also likes you to be loud too. He starts normal and as he goes the sound increases. By the end his moans and growls do get very animalistic to yipping as the beastkin in him gets out.

W = Wild card

While he enjoys committing somnophilia (especially if youre not a heavy enough sleeper, he'd prefer you wake up during it, but would also enjoy you waking up surprised the next day by the sticky mess on your body) he would love even more a partner that wakes him up by sucking or riding him. Again, it reaffirms that you're just as into him as he is into you!

X = X ray

6.8 inches. Not too veiny (one long vein on the underside) but quite thick. Has a knot as we know, and when knotted it takes around 10 minutes for you to be able to get off.

Y = Yearning

Quite high. Despite his age his libido is way above what you'd expect for a man his age - can keep just fine in that department with his younger self. Sex for him is a display of ownership, of love just a way of reaffirming he is loved and saying to you that he loves you right back even when he is so rough with you that he has to dress your injuries afterwards.

Z = Zzzz

.✦ ݁˖ wrecker (482 words)

it was a well-known fact that wrecker hated heights. but somehow, he always landed in situations where he would be practically tightrope walking from 300 metres off the ground.

although he tried not to look down, his eyes would subconsciously glance downwards every few seconds, rebelling against his brain which was repeating don’t look down like a mantra.

as you made your way across the narrow cliff’s edge, right in front of him, you also felt fear creep into your mind. you couldn’t afford it, but at that height, anyone would be scared.

just when you started getting used to it, a bomb dropped a few hundred feet in front of the both of you, causing you to momentarily lose your balance.

“if they just bombed us, that means they’re sending droids next. we’ll be trapped,” you tell wrecker. underneath your observation there was an unspoken question: what are we going to do?

as much as he hated the idea, wrecker could only think of one way out. “uhh i have an idea… but you’re not gonna like it.” this did nothing to help your growing sense of fear, considering that most of wrecker’s ideas were unlikeable anyways. “what is it?” you ask, preparing yourself for the worst. for all you know, he’s going to ask you to jump off the cliff. 

“you’re just gonna have to trust me.” the look he gives you makes your stomach somersault, and not in the way it usually does when you see him. when you don’t say anything, he follows up. “i trust you, do you trust me?”

as impossible as this situation looked, the truth was that you did trust him. so no matter how terrible his idea was, you trusted that he would never intentionally hurt you. “yes,” you nod.

you yelp as he suddenly picks you up and then jumps. straight off the edge of the cliff. you had never regretted being right about something so much. 

wrecker’s screaming so loud that for a split second you accept that this is the end. if he’s screaming so loud when this was his idea, then either something has gone terribly wrong or he didn’t think this through. and both of those things were highly probable.

but your worries are quelled (mildly) when you hear the whoosh of a grappling hook being fired and your bodies jerk as you come to a quick stop. 

“whew, that was scary,” he says, voice slightly hoarse from all the screaming. “so is your miraculous plan just to… dangle off the cliff?” you ask, looking down and realizing that the two of you are definitely not close enough to the ground to jump the rest of the way. “no silly, you’re supposed to comm tech to come get us.” after a moment he adds, “and can you ask him to hurry? i don’t wanna be here any more.”

.✦ ݁˖ hunter (394 words)

the two of you had been at this for hours. and still, you felt like you hadn’t improved in the slightest.

hunter was teaching you how to fight with a knife. you were great with a blaster, but blasters weren’t always available. plus, you had kind of wanted to learn a new skill. 

honestly, you were being a little harsh with yourself, at least in hunter’s eyes. not only had you just started learning, but you had mastered a lot of the moves he had taught you already. but he could see in your expression that you were frustrated with yourself. 

“maybe it’s time for a break,” hunter says, taking the knife from you. hunter’s brow furrows as you nod, not saying a word. he takes your hand and drags you onto the steps of the ship, making you sit down beside him. 

“you’re doing great, you know,” he says softly. you’re silent for a moment before shaking your head. “i just feel like it’s not good enough. it’s not like we have a lot of time to be training. i need to get good at this, and fast,” you say, looking away from him to try and hide the tears threatening to fall.

he gently takes ahold of your chin and turns your head to face him. “you’re too hard on yourself,” he says, kissing your nose. “i trust that you’ll get this. can you trust me?” he asks. when you nod, he drops his hand from your chin and says “let’s try once more. this time it’ll be you vs. me.” you groan, already knowing how it’s going to end.

but you surprise yourself with how well you fight. maybe you did need that break, even if you would never admit that to hunter. after a few minutes of intense sparring, you (somehow) manage to pin hunter to the ground, winning.

“see? not half as bad as you thought,” hunter laughs as he pushes himself off the ground. you laugh with him as you help him up. “come on, let’s get dessert. you earned it,” he says, grabbing your hand. you are 100% sure that he let you win, because there was no way you had actually beaten an experienced soldier on your first day of training. but hunter looks proud, and you’re getting ice cream, so who are you to complain? 

.✦ ݁˖ echo (406 words)

both you and echo had gotten hurt on the last mission, bad. your skin was littered with bruises, and you had a few minor burns from the explosion that wrecker had accidentally triggered too early. echo looked no better, his prosthetics in bad shape and a serious sprain in his wrist from trying to catch himself as he fell, when he was attempting to take cover from said explosion.

the two of you are in the back of the marauder, alone, on the flight back to kamino after the mission. although he was clearly in a lot of pain from the condition of his prosthetics, he had insisted that he patch you up first.

picking up a bacta pad, he asks, “do you trust me?”, looking at you with wide eyes. “of course,” you respond breathlessly. echo always asked for permission, before doing anything. you admired that about him, especially knowing that it must be important to him. he probably knows better than most what it’s like to have your autonomy stripped from you, and thus refuses to do anything to anyone without their explicit permission.

you hiss as he lowers the pad onto your calf, right under the spot where your pants had been hastily rolled up. “just breathe…” he says, securing the pad around your leg with tape. the two of you sit in comfortable silence as he continues gently cleaning up all your other small burns with the same gentleness. it was admirable how well he was able to work with just one hand.

“all done,” echo declares, sitting back. you smile at him, thanking him silently and he gives you a nod. for a moment, he doesn’t move, looking conflicted. you don’t press, waiting for him to speak when he feels comfortable. 

after a few moments, he hands you a small bag of materials, quietly asking you to help him with his injuries. your breath hitches as you take the bag, realizing how vulnerable this must be for him. as your sort through the supplies, you wonder if you’ll really be able to help him, since you would hate to mess things up and put him in even more pain by accident.

as you shift closer and pull his scomp towards you, it seems he can sense your fears when he whispers, “i trust you.” “thank you,” you respond, letting him guide you through repairing his prosthetics and patching up his sprain.

.✦ ݁˖ tech (647 words)

you lot were all in a lot of trouble. the planetary exit, meant to be inconspicuous, had been the opposite of stealthy. now there was an entire separatist fleet chasing after you, and the hyperdrive wasn’t coming online. 

“did they sabotage it?” echo calls from the back. he was trying his best to get the hyperdrive online, wrecker was at the back manning the ship’s rear blasters, and tech was piloting. hunter and crosshair were controlling the ship’s cannons. meanwhile you were in the cockpit hanging on for dear life as tech flew the ship like a maniac, attempting to read the ship’s manual to see if it had anything useful to offer. he was simultaneously avoiding blaster fire and trying to shake off the ships by going as fast as possible, but it was only a matter of time before they closed in. 

you squinted your eyes to try to focus on the words amidst the jostling of the ship. “deflectors have been compromised!” hunter calls. “i can’t get the hyperdrive online. i don’t know what’s wrong with it,” echo panics. 

“i can’t find anything useful in this manual.” you say, panicked. “don’t you have the entire manual memorized?” you ask tech. “i do. but i am currently occupied with trying to keep us all alive.” his usual calm tone is tinged with concern. even crosshair was silent. if he had no aggravating comment regarding the situation, then it was truly dire.

you flip to the next page, reading faster, although your hope was dwindling. just as you were about to throw the manual aside, you come across a passage that might just save all of you. “wait! i found something,” you exclaim. you read out the passage to echo and tech. tech blinks and then says, “i am surprised i did not think about that before. but that is a two-person job, and only echo and i have the ability to repair that part of the hyperdrive. you will have to fly the ship.”

“i can barely fly a ship! especially not during a life-or-death space chase!” you yell. if he really expected you to fly the ship, then you were all as good as dead.

“do not underestimate your abilities, my dear. i trust you with the ship. do you trust me?” he asks, glancing at you for a brief second. 

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task. “i do,” you say, approaching his seat. you two quickly switch spots and he and echo get straight to work on fixing the hyperdrive. 

miraculously, your flying wasn’t as bad as you were expecting. you were managing to avoid the blaster fire, which was no small feat considering there were about five different ships trying to shoot down your ship. but just as you started feeling confident, a shot hits one of the wings.

“the left wing’s been hit!” you call to the rest of them. right as you started losing control of the ship, you hear the hyperdrive come online. were you even supposed to go into hyperspace with a compromised wing? probably not, but you didn’t have a choice. you quickly flip the switch and successfully enter hyperspace.

you slump back into the seat, exhaling shakily. you close your eyes as the adrenaline starts to wear off and you feel the effects of being so anxious for so long start to creep in. sitting there for a few moments, you thank the stars for your sudden high-class piloting abilities and that you hadn’t killed the whole batch. 

your eyes open as you hear someone come up behind you. a moment later you feel a hand land on your shoulder and give it a squeeze. “you did wonderfully. i am impressed,” tech praises. you flash him a smile, grateful that you had trusted each other. he returns it, thinking the same thing.

.✦ ݁˖ crosshair (501 words)

the batch needed to infiltrate a heavily fortified separatist base, and you had the great pleasure of joining them. 

they had been on many missions such as this one and always came out on top. it was hardly a challenge for them anymore, and they had no problem pretentiously whining about it all the time.

you, however, were not as easy-going about this mission as they were. crosshair noticed your anxiety no matter how good you were at hiding it. he noticed how your posture was a little too stiff and the slight furrow in your brow.

but he’s not very good at comfort, and the only way he knows how to address serious topics is using sarcasm. on the ship, during the debrief before the mission, he takes his toothpick out of his mouth and points it at you. “you look confident,” he mocks. which was not helpful, and only put you more on edge. 

he backs off slightly after that, paying attention to you throughout the mission. he shifts closer to you whenever your breath comes faster. stands in front of you when he sees your hand flexing, making sure that you’re covered from both the front and the back. practically manhandles you when he hears droids coming closer, making sure you’re behind something that can provide cover. helps shoot some of the targets in your way when your blaster trembles slightly in your hands. by no means were you an incompetent fighter, but anxiety catches up with everyone at times. although crosshair hated to admit it, he would never let harm come to you, and the last thing he wanted to do was invalidate how you feel.

despite your anxiety, the mission turned out to be a success, for the most part. you had recovered what you needed and had managed to make it thus far without anyone getting harmed. but just as the six of you are about to make your great escape, crosshair notices a battle droid in the distance, coming up behind you. he points his rifle straight at your face, and you freeze, eyes wide.

“do you trust me?” he asks. it’s hard to say yes with the gun pointed at your face, but you give him a small nod. as he moves his finger to pull the trigger, he says “i trust you. don’t move.” you close your eyes as you hear the blaster fire, but it never hits you. you open your eyes as you hear the sound of a large droid clattering to the ground. had he fired even a centimeter lower, it would’ve killed you. but if he hadn’t taken the shot like that, he wouldn’t have been able to take the droid out in one go. but he wouldn’t tell you that.

as the two of you run towards the marauder together, you huff, “couldn’t you have taken the droid out from any other angle” without missing a beat, he answers, “i could’ve. but there’s no fun in that.”

.✦ ݁˖ rex (535 words)

the war was tough on your relationship. on one hand, you were very understanding that rex had no control over his schedule. it was extremely admirable that he put his life on the line every day, and helped fight for the republic’s freedom, for your freedom. but the weeks, sometimes months, of loneliness were catching up to you. it was hard, especially since it wasn’t like rex could talk everyday. your communications were few and far between, as he had responsibilities and so did you. and as the war dragged on, his presence only became more scarce, until you felt like he was your partner in name only.

and boy, did rex try to make time for you. the guilt of leaving you alone ate at him constantly, to the point where he sometimes wondered if he should break up with you so you could move on and be with someone who was able to give you all the time you deserved. but selfishly, he wanted to hold onto you. and he also knew that a breakup would only hurt you more than it would help.

which is why he’s over the moon when he finally gets a day off, and runs straight to your place when he gets the chance. and when you open the door, you are the same as always; eternally grateful to see him, and you spend the rest of the day giddy, drunk on his presence. but rex could tell that you had been struggling. your apartment wasn’t as clean as it usually was. your laundry basket was overflowing, the dishes in the sink hadn’t been done in ages, and your plants had all died. 

so when the two of you finally make it into bed, he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “hey… are you okay?” he asks gently. “yeah, i’m really happy you’re here,” you answer, giving him a small kiss. he takes a small breath and tries again. “no, i mean, have you been okay?” when you don’t answer, he waits patiently, not wanting to push you. you stay silent for a few minutes, and rex closes his eyes, thinking that you’re just not going to answer. but they open again when you say, “i’ve been really lonely.”

before you can launch into a long explanation to defend yourself, rex presses a kiss to your forehead. “i know it’s been hard. i need to try harder to make time. you’re my priority, and i haven’t treated you like it. i’m sorry for letting you feel lonely. i’m going to make sure to be in touch from now,” he apologizes, slowly stroking your hair. “i’d like that,” you whisper, scared that if you say more, you’ll start crying. 

he kisses you slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other still wrapped tightly around you. “we need to trust each other to make this work. i trust you, do you trust me?” he asks, looking at you softly. for a moment he’s scared that you’ll say no, that you’ve had enough. but when you whisper “i trust you,” he kisses you again, eternally grateful that he got blessed with someone like you.

.✦ ݁˖ fives (911 words)

being with fives was exasperating sometimes. and this was definitely one of those times.

“are you being serious right now? i am not going through all this effort for some cookies,” you hiss at him in the alleyway, trying not to let anyone hear the two of you. when he had sent you an ominous message to meet him in this shady spot, you had run out of your house, assuming he was in danger. thankfully, that was not the case. unthankfully, he was being ridiculous again.

“these aren’t just any cookies! they look delicious. they smell delicious. and i bet they taste delicious too,” he whispers dreamily. you shake your head, mildly irritated that you were currently standing in a dark alley during the dead of night all because your partner wanted to steal some cookies. “if they’re that important to you, why don’t you just buy them? it doesn’t exactly look good for a soldier of the republic to be stealing,” you attempt to reason.

“they’re so expensive! 25 credits for two cookies isn’t exactly affordable. plus, it’s not like the republic is paying me for my service.” well, he’s got a point there. probably a human rights violation, but that’s an issue for a later day. 

you concede with a sigh. “all right. walk me through the plan.” because although fives was the biggest idiot in the galaxy, he was your idiot, and you secretly wanted a cookie too. 

his grand plan was as follows: once the owner is finished with closing, they will walk out the door and lock it behind them. while fives distracts them, you are to swipe the key off them. after waiting for about ten minutes, to make sure that the owner was long gone, the two of you would use the key to sneak into the store and try the leftovers. fives had even brought a little box with him to carry more cookies. but the leftover cookies were going to be thrown out tomorrow morning anyways, so really, the two of you were just preventing food waste. 

“i trust you to help me pull this off,” he says, taking your hands in his. “do you trust me? we won’t get in trouble, i promise.” you squeeze his hands, saying “i trust you. what i don’t trust is this plan.” his face falls for a moment, but his frown turns upside down when you add, “but let’s do it.”

about fifteen minutes later, fives and you watch from behind a pillar as the owner closes and locks the door behind them. the two of you watch him slip the key into a pocket in his pants. fives takes this as his queue, and as the owner starts walking away, he runs after them, yelling “hey! can i talk to you for a sec?” 

you turn around and facepalm from the sheer embarrassment. real subtle. but you still had a mission to complete, so pulling the hood of your cloak up, you start walking towards them. as you approach, you can hear fives’ pitiful attempt at starting conversation and have to suppress a laugh. “your bakery always smells so good, like cookies,” he states, the smile on his face way too wide to be considered natural. “ah, yes, that would be because i sell cookies…” the owner replies skeptically. 

but the owner is caught off guard when you slam into them a moment later. but it was a little harder than you had anticipated, and the two of you land hard on the ground. great, this plan’s already failed. but fives is always willing to create opportunity even when there isn’t one, and he reaches for the owner to help them up. while you apologize profusely, fives subtly reaches into the pocket and snags the key, the owner being too busy trying to reorient themselves to notice the slight loss of pressure in their pocket.

“watch it!” they snap at you. you apologize one more time, and the owner storms off. fives gives you a look, and before he can say anything, you roll your eyes. “don’t start.” he raises his hands in surrender and says, “i’m just sayin’, getting the key was supposed to be your job.” 

once the two of you had waited for a few minutes, and the coast was clear, you tiptoe to the door and put the key into the lock. fives holds his breath as you slowly pull the handle, trying not to create too much noise. but the door opens without hassle. 

the moment fives enters the shop, he dashes towards the display with the same speed he must use on the battlefield. “look! they have a special chocolate chip cookie dough flavour!” he exclaims, gesturing you to come closer. you can’t help but feel just as excited as he is, looking at all the different flavours and at how excited he is. 

about ten minutes and fifteen cookie selections later, the two of you exit the shop and leave the key underneath the doormat, with a note taped to the door explaining the situation. after all, you don’t want to stress the poor owner out too much. you’d already most likely broken their hipbone. 

later, when the two of you are watching a movie and stuffing yourselves full of cookies, he turns to you and wiggles his eyebrows. “bet you’re glad you trusted my plan.” “shut up,” you laugh, shoving another cookie in his mouth.

.✦ ݁˖ wolffe (353 words)

wolffe is a man of few words. more of an i’ll show you rather than an i’ll tell you kind of guy. so when you get woken up in the dead of night by the sound of his voice, your heart leaps out of your chest.

normally, you’d love to listen to him talk. but as your eyes adjust to the dark, you realize that his eyes are still closed. he’s sleeping, and from the looks of it, he’s not having the best night of his life. his body trembles as he repeats the same word over and over again. “no, no, no, no, no…” 

you had never seen him this distraught. “wolffe, wake up,” you say, trying to gently shake him awake, but he doesn’t budge. you try again, and still no dice. right when you think you’ll need to get a frying pan, he jerks awake. he sits up, entire body tense. but when he feels your hand trail down his arm, squeezing lightly, some of the tension leaves his muscles. 

“were you having a nightmare?” you ask him softly. he’s still panting a little when he answers “just a dream.” “come on,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down. you lay with him, running your hands along his body to calm him down. his breathing slowly but surely starts to slow down, and the tension starts to leave his body completely. 

once his breathing returns to normal, he snakes his arms around you too, so you’re both hugging each other. “do you trust me?” he mumbles, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him. “yes, wolffe, i do,” you reply without missing a beat. he kisses you, and where his kisses are usually possessive, this one is soft. after pulling away, he whispers against your lips. “i trust you. don’t leave me.” “wouldn’t dream of it,” you reassure him, kissing him again. 

the two of you quickly fall back asleep, comfortable and safe in each other’s arms. but if you ever bring this up at a future date, wolffe would swear it never happened.

.✦ ݁˖ cody (659 words)

it was very rare that cody got a day off from duty. he got a few hours from time to time, but a full day was hard to come by. which is exactly what made today so special. 

you groan at the insistent knocking at your door. at first you had just brushed it off, since you weren’t expecting anybody, and figured it must be someone lost, or a thief. but after about thirty seconds, the knocking had only increased in both pace and volume.

having had enough, you turn the burner off and storm towards the door. whoever had decided to ruin your peaceful day of cooking was about to hear it from you. you slam the door open, ready to hurl all sorts of insults at whichever idiot was behind the door.

but all those thoughts are erased from your mind the moment your brain registers who’s there. “cody!” you exclaim, jumping into his arms. he giggles into your hair. “hey, love. miss me?” he teases, planting a kiss on your head.

after a long minute of just holding each other, you reluctantly let go. a few hours later, the two of you are cozied up on the sofa together, bellies filled with delicious food (that you thankfully got to finish making) and hearts filled with happiness. 

“you know,” cody starts, hand running through your hair, “i think i need a hair cut.” you look at him, confused. “but i like your hair,” you counter. he stares at you with a mischievous look in his eyes, which only confuses you further. “i think we both need the change,” he says, standing up. what the hell does that even mean? 

“cody, what are you doing?” you ask as he heads towards the kitchen. he doesn’t answer you, too preoccupied with opening and closing drawers. “what are you looking for?” he still doesn’t answer, and you’re about to stand when you hear an ah-ha!. he comes towards you, holding the pair of scissors like a trophy, and declares “we should cut each other’s hair.” 

the idea is so sudden that you’re stunned into silence. “you want to cut each other’s hair… with kitchen scissors,” you confirm, and he nods, still looking a little too proud at his little idea. “isn’t there some GAR standard for hair?” you push, trying to knock some sense into him. but he only waves his hand dismissively. “there are plenty of clones with crazy hair,” he states (full shade to boost, wtf is that haircut brother). “i don’t believe that rex is a natural blonde. and if he can bleach his hair, then i can afford to cut a few locks.”

when cody wants something, he knows how to get it. which is exactly how you find yourself standing in front of the bathroom sink a few minutes later, freshly-cleaned kitchen scissors in hand. you breathe deeply as you lightly wet his hair with a spray bottle. “hey, darling. don’t be nervous. i trust you,” he comforts you, rubbing your arm lightly. 

the process takes way longer than it should. but 45 minutes later, you stand in front of a very happy cody as he admires his new haircut in the mirror. even you must admit; you did a pretty good job. “you should do this full time, love,” he says gratefully, “it’s exactly what i wanted.”

“i’m glad,” you smile at him. 

but just as you’re about to leave the bathroom, he grabs your arm and drags you back. he tsks and says, “nuh-uh, now it’s my turn.” uh oh. as he reaches for the spray bottle to repeat the process on you, he laughs as he says, “i trusted you, but the real question is, do you trust me?” 

you trusted him in every context except this one. you flash him a nervous smile and nod, resigning yourself to the fact that you’ll probably be wearing hats for the next little while.

.✦ ݁˖ fox (1.1 k words - oops)

fox had never meant for you to get caught up in all this. but no matter what he wanted to happen, the truth was that you were in danger, and he blamed himself.

someone had hired a bounty hunter to eliminate a highly valued prisoner. the coruscant guard had just barely managed to stop the hunter, but hadn’t been able to figure out who they were before they escaped. but the guard hadn’t concerned themselves with the bounty hunter as much as who had hired them. this turned out to be a big mistake, because the bounty hunter had decided that the best way to get to the prisoner was by holding people the coruscant guard loved hostage and threaten them. if he could get the commander to fold, then he had won.

which was how you had ended up in this predicament. one moment you had been getting ready for bed and the next you heard glass shatter as someone entered your apartment via the window. you had tried to fight off the intruder, and almost succeeded, but they managed to stun you and then the fight was over.

you slowly blink as you wake up, a dull ache in your head from being stunned. but all the sleepiness wears off as soon as you register where you are. the concrete was cold beneath your feet, and your waist and wrists were in pain from the tight rope cutting into them. you look around, concluding that you must be in a storage facility of some sort. panic quickly settles in your chest as you realize that you’re alone, and it was unlikely that anybody would be coming to rescue you. fox was overprotective, and he had probably already gone insane since you hadn’t called him to say goodnight the way you usually did. you would be surprised if he hadn’t already stormed into your apartment. 

but even if he had realized that you were gone, he would have no way of locating you. the kidnapper hadn’t exactly had the courtesy of leaving you with a way to call for help. trying to fight against the restraints was useless, and would only cause you to maim yourself. so you were stuck.

meanwhile, fox was having the worst day of his life. the bar was high, since he had seen some crazy shit during his years, but this took the cake. he was furious. why would anyone try to target you? you were just a civilian. and while your relationship with the commander wasn’t exactly a secret, it’s not like either of you were celebrities – strangers wouldn’t know about it, and even if they did, they wouldn’t have a reason to care.

he’s just about to leave your apartment when there’s an incoming transmission. he’s never answered faster, hoping that it’s you. that you just went on a stroll, although the broken window indicated otherwise. but that hope is quickly squandered when he hears the voice of the very bounty hunter that had gotten away just a few days ago.

“i have them. and if you’re smart, you’ll take the deal i’m about to give you,” the bounty hunter drawls. fox is so angry that he almost bursts a vein in his head. “if you don’t let them go right now, i will make the rest of your life so miserable you’d only wish you were dead,” he threatens. the hunter just laughs, which angers fox further. “if you give me the prisoner, you’ll get them back. and no ambushes, or else they die. you have until the morning.” 

fox has no choice. at least for now, he has to take the deal – thinking of a plan can wait. before the bounty hunter can cut the call, he accepts “i’ll accept your deal on one condition. let me talk to her.” the hunter is silent for a moment before conceding. a few moments later, he hears your voice.

“fox, what’s going on?” you ask. the panic in your voice makes his heart squeeze. “i can’t explain everything right now. just promise me you’ll be okay.” his breath stutters when he doesn’t hear an answer. how could you promise that? you were already not okay. when he realizes how impossible his request is, he takes a deep breath. “i trust you,” he spits out. the vulnerability is so foreign to him that the confession sounds hateful. but the hate wasn’t directed at you, never at you. he hated himself for even letting this happen. “do you trust me?”

“i do,” you exhale. the bounty hunter cuts the call, saying “that’s enough.” as stalks out of the room, he looks behind his shoulder, calling “for your sake, you should pray that he brings that prisoner.” but the words hardly register, your mind preoccupied with replaying fox’s words in your head. i trust you, he had said. that meant so many things. i trust you to trust me. i trust you to do the right thing. i trust you to believe in me. i trust you to be strong.

those words are the only thing keeping you together as you wait for what feels like days, all alone in the dark room. your head has been between your knees for so long that your neck has started to hurt. but you perk up when you hear the distant sound of blaster fire.

a million thoughts flash through your mind at once. it must be fox, here to save you. but the bounty hunter had said that you would die if he ambushed. fox would never let that happen. but what if he got hurt? no, he’s strong enough. but what if the bounty hunter, who had already evaded him once, was too strong? 

the sound of the doors sliding open cuts through your thoughts. at first, you only see a shadow, and for a split second you panic thinking that the bounty hunter had come here to finish the job. but as the shadow comes a little closer you realize it’s a man in clone trooper armour; and not just any armour, it was fox’s. he breaks into a run, pulling out a knife to cut through your restraints the moment he gets close enough. 

you two reach for one another at the same time, and fox holds you so tight that it crushes you a little. “are you hurt?” he mumbles into your neck. “no, you saved me.” fox takes a shaky breath, thanking the stars that his ambush had actually worked and that you were still here, and unharmed at that. he wordlessly picks you up, carrying you out of the room. 

“i can walk by myself, y’know,” you say, but the expression on your face indicated that you didn’t mind this situation at all. “not a chance. you’re staying with me tonight.” he says definitively. “aww, are you worried about me, commander?” you tease. he scowls. “stow it.”

The walk back from your first date actually passed far too quickly for your liking. You'd spent so long imaging what being alone with Fox might be like that the reality of it still felt a little unbelievable. Throughout dinner he'd complained about Senate security requests with slightly dramatic irritation, muttered under his breath every time his comm threatened to interrupt the evening, and looked so unapologetically pleased with himself every time you laughed that you'd eventually stopped feeling so self conscious about how much you were smiling.

Now, Fox was walking you home, close enough to you that your arms brushed as you walked. A comfortable silence had briefly fallen, and although you still found yourself blushing a little whenever you caught him looking at you, you no longer felt the urge to fill every quiet moment with an apology.

"…You've been smiling at the ground for the last five minutes," Fox observed suddenly, glancing at you sidelong as he walked.

Your cheeks warmed immediately and your eyes flicked to him briefly. "Well, I--I had a nice night," you explained quietly, suddenly very aware of the way the back of his hand kept brushing yours.

Fox straightened slightly, almost preening a little. You felt his fingers flex and for a second you wondered if he was considering taking hold of your hand. "Good," he replied firmly instead. "I'd have been annoyed if you hadn't."

You smiled faintly at how pleased he seemed, glancing at him again. "Annoyed?”

Fox hummed. "With myself. I put a lot of effort into tonight," he admitted, a little bit of smugness under his tone. "I swapped shifts, turned my comm off twice despite knowing it'll come back to haunt me tomorrow morning, and sat through an hour and half without checking a single report." He paused, glancing at you like he was expecting you to be appropriately impressed. "Like I said. A lot of effort.”

You blinked at him, your eyes going a little wide. "Oh…" You bit your lip, suddenly feeling a little guilty. "You shouldn't ignore work because of me, I'm sorr--"

"Don't," Fox cut you off with a groan before you could finish the apology, almost rolling his eyes a little. "Maker. Don't make me tell you to stop apologizing again."

You ducked your head immediately, sheepish. "Right. Sorry. I mean--" You clapped your hand over your mouth as you realized.

Fox actually almost snorted. "There you go again."

"I know," you mumbled, laughing under your breath despite yourself.

"Hm." The corner of his mouth curved up despite himself. "We'll fix that."

Your apartment building was now in view, and a quiet disappointment was settling over you at the prospect of the night coming to an end. You slowed your steps without really meaning to and Fox matched your pace, neither of you making an effort to hurry the last few steps. Eventually you stopped outside the entrance.

"So…" you said quietly, suddenly feeling a little awkward. You looked down at your shoes before gathering enough courage to meet his eyes again. "Thank you. Really. Tonight was…I had such a good time, Fox."

Fox got that slightly smug look again. "Good," he said firmly again, with warmth beneath it. "Because we're doing it again."

You couldn't help the smile that spread over your face as you nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Good."

Fox's gaze flicked over your face, taking in your happy smile and your flushed cheeks. He swallowed visibly before speaking again. "…One more thing?"

You looked at him expectantly.

"Can I kiss you?"

Now that made every single coherent though instantly vanish from your mind, and your eyes widened as heat flooded into your face rapidly. You just stared at him for a second. "I--" You cut yourself off, taking a breath, suddenly extremely flustered. "I, um. If--if you want--"

Fox cut you off with a scoff. "Of course I want," he muttered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other: the only sign of any nerves on his part. "You think I'd ask if I didn't?"

You shook your head quickly, internally trying to will yourself to stop blushing and start breathing again. "No, I…you…" You paused, gathering yourself. "You…you can. Kiss me, I mean."

His shoulders loosened a little, and his fingers flexed at his sides. "Come here," he murmured, stepping closer. When you closed the remaining distance with a small step, he lifted one hand to your face surprisingly gently, his thumb brushing lightly over your warm cheek. He leaned in close, pausing just shy of his lips actually brushing yours.

"Still with me?" he asked quietly, his voice low and just a little rough.

You nodded faintly.

"Use your words."

"…Yes."

"Good." He tilted his head, pausing for one more second to give you one more chance to pull away or just gather yourself. To his surprise, though, you leaned in and closed the tiny distance yourself, with a kiss was so timid it was barely more than the softest brush of your lips against his. Fox went totally still, stiffening for just a second before you felt a quiet breath leave him.

His free hand slid carefully to the back of your neck, just gently holding you in place, as he returned the kiss with obvious restraint. His thumb stroked your cheek once before he pulled back with clear reluctance. He opened his eyes and was met by you looking at him, eyes wide, lips still slightly parted, and an involuntary rough sound came from the back of his throat.

"Kriff…" he muttered, leaning in close again. "One more?"

You stared at him, acutely aware of how red your face must be, and nodded. "…Yes. Please."

Fox instantly closed the distance again, pressing his lips to yours just a little more firmly this time. Your breath hitched a little, but you kissed him back, lifting your hand almost a little hesitantly. Your fingers brushed the side of his jaw before resting there a little uncertainly. Fox groaned softly and tilted his head into your touch, his hand tightening ever so slightly at the back of your neck before he caught himself and forced it to relax again.

When Fox finally pulled back again, he let out a shaky breath against your lips, brushing his thumb over your cheek again. "You're good at that."

You felt a little lightheaded. "…Yeah?"

Fox nodded, his gaze flicking over your face like he was making certain to remember this moment. "Mhm." He hummed affirmatively, voice still rough. "Too good." He took a slow, shaky breath, his thumb brushing across your cheek one last time before he reluctantly stepped back, forcing himself to put a little space between you.

"Go inside," he said firmly but quietly. "Before I decide I need a third one."

You smiled, feeling a little dazed. "…Goodnight, Fox."

"Goodnight." He waited until you were stepping through your door before turning to leave, and when you glanced back before shutting your door, you caught him looking over his shoulder to catch one last little glance at you.

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.