professional-yearner

[professional-yearner]

❝ fantasizing. ❞

── tcw!anakin skywalker x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 4k SUMMARY: seeing you cozied up with general skywalker caused the clones to talk about what they’d do to you if you were theirs. anakin stands by and listens, smug that he’s allowed to do anything he wants to you, and his battalion can only fantasize about it. NOTES: there are two versions of this fic! one in 3rd pov and this one in 2nd. i wrote both cos i know ppl have preferences; also i had to make up clone names bcos i didn’t want to use any existing clone names and risk mischaracterization. specifically written for the clone wars' characterization of anakin. WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat, f!reader, established fwb relationship, lowkey clone slander, clones speaking about a woman sexually that theyre not involved with sexually, lowkey unedited, anakin skywalker having a filthy mouth with his clones, dirty foul mouthed vile delicious “locker room talk” towards love interest, clones bet whether or not general skywalker bangs love interest, ooc anakin, ooc clones, speaking explicitly and sexually about someone behind their back, also explicit content if that wasn’t already clear

“I’ve got something for you,”

You had come here to exercise, but all you had done so far was play on your holo-tablet to find the right music for the occasion for ten minutes. You looked up at the sound of the voice, straightening your back when you realized who it was.

“General Skywalker,” you addressed ANAKIN SKYWALKER properly, since you were in public. From his attire, you guessed he was fitting this visit in between meetings. With a wave of his hand and a soft smile, he dismissed the title.

“Look,” His hand came out from behind his back, a long, wide blade revealed. “Don’t have much time, but this,” he lifted it into to eyeline, twirling it by its hilt in his grip, the overhead lights glinting off of it. “is a vibroblade.” He met your gaze, brow raised, proud of himself for acquiring it.

“It’s for me?” you asked, setting your tablet aside to stand, approaching him. He hummed in confirmation. For safety, he downturned the blade, handing it to you by the hilt. It was a fine sword, but you were confused, knitting your eyebrows together as you tested the weight of it in your hand. You glanced between him and the weapon questioningly. “Thanks, but I don’t usually… use stuff like this. Knives are more my speed this feels very…” you raised the sword, in a way you thought a pirate would, “‘swashbuckle-y.’” You dropped your arm. Anakin scoffed.

“You’ve been here a while, and we’ve run into plenty of siths by now. Figured it was high time to get you something to defend yourself with in close quarters.” He pointed a finger onto the weapon as he explained, “Watch,” His large hand came to fix atop yours on the hilt, and you inhaled. Your reaction went unnoticed as he brought his saber over, igniting it. The blades of both met each other, and you witnessed how the lightsaber didn’t cut through the vibroblade. “If things get hairy, and there’s no escape, you’ve got a backup plan.” They were hard to come across, Anakin was lucky to have this one, and he was relieved to be able to give it to you, smiling down at you expectantly for your answer.

You broke out of your impressed stupor. It was a thoughtful gift. The fact that you were untrained with a sword of this size stopped you from expressing your full gratitude. That, and the warmth of his hand was still on yours.

This fitness center was made out of a repurposed hangar so it was cavernous, with expansive floor space. It had the usual: weights, punching bags, a closed off shooting range, etc. There was a lot of unused area, and spare supplies would often be dropped off. A ways away, a few clones had escorted boxes of dry rations on a hoverboard, unloading it here until it was time to relocate it if there was room in the mess hall kitchen. Ko, a clone officer, sat a box down, before taking notice of a familiar head of hair across the room. “Hey, men,” he said through a grin, “is that General Skywalker over there with (y/n)?” His comment caught the attentions of his fellow soldiers, halting what they were doing to spy.

“Ha! Skywalker,” Dice laughed, assumptions forming as to what their General was up to, “You don’t think he’s trying to butter her up, do you?”

“C’mon, guys,” Stringbean huffed, “I wanna get this over with.”

“Look, ‘Bean, they’re basically holding hands.” Copper pointed out, leaning against the cargo behind him and lulling his head in Stringbean’s direction. “Who’s gonna win the bet if we don’t pay attention?”

“Maybe making a bet about whether or not General Skywalker— a Jedi— is trying to get close to (y/n)—“

“Ah, ah, ah!” Dice wagged his finger at Stringbean, correcting him, “Whether or not they fuck, ‘Bean.”

“Well, how are we supposed to tell?”

“By watching.” Ko hissed, warning them to hush up and pay attention to the pair over on the sparring mat.

You bit your lip, meeting Anakin’s gaze who was unfaltering in his eye and physical contact. “I don’t know how to use a sword.” you admitted, your tone coming out meaner than you meant to, saying it like it should be obvious to him.

Anakin didn’t seem to notice it, “Here,” instead rounding your body to stand behind you. “I’ll show you.” Directing both of your hands onto the hilt, replacing both of his hands atop yours. He was such a wide shouldered man. That, and by doing this he curled and enveloped you almost completely. You swallowed thickly, letting him move you. There was no way that you didn’t note how strong he felt, how tall and toned with thick muscle he was. His rigid chest against your back, his flexed arms pressing into yours, his chin hovering over your shoulder, cheek against your hair— you felt dizzy with excitement. No doubt you’d ask for his help in relief later when it was time for ‘lights out’. You had a sneaking suspicion he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

He changed your positioning effortlessly, angling the blade to the imaginary opponent, “You’ll block like this. Center yourself,” Impossible to center yourself without thinking about shoving his cock into your center over and over— “When you attack, you’ll come down like this,” He raised your arms, bringing the sword down slowly, with purpose. When he stepped forward, his hips pressed into yours, and you stepped forward, not before feeling something familiar and half hard poking into you. A tingle traveled down your spine and you smirked. “If you can afford leaving yourself open, you can thrust,” Another step forward, and he shoved the blade into the air in front of them. You hadn’t been listening at all— mind occupied with General Skywalker’s perfect body pressed up against yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces— but you perked up when he mentioned thrusting. You can very much afford to leave yourself open right now, if only he had the time to properly reintroduce himself to the space between your legs. Overwhelmed, a deep blush bloomed onto your cheeks and ears.

A mischievous smile stretched out onto Copper’s lips, “Mates, is it just me or she turning red with ol’ Skywalker over there?”

Stringbean, forgetting his past protests at the notion he could be losing the bet, leaned forward, “No way,”

Dice rubbed his chin with his hand, “That she is, Copp, this is too good.”

“I’ve never seen her blush before,” Copper muttered, unable to deduce if it meant the General was making you uncomfortable, or you were attracted. You weren't pulling away at all.

“Oh, to be in his position,” Ko chuckled, the General had to be enjoying himself. Any of them would if they switched places.

You cocked your head to look at Anakin, who’s gaze lingered on yours. He stepped away, his warmth leaving you when he detached, clearing his throat. “I’ll be sure to give you more formal lessons on it another time.” You hoped he would, turning to face him with a hand on your hip. “Obi Wan and I have already agreed to switch off sparring you. You should get experience with different fighting styles.” Beginning to walk backwards off the mat, “It won’t be easy! We’re gonna fight dirty, like a sith would. Okay? I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you around,” he said, pointing to you, voice growing in volume as he furthered from you.

You nodded at him with a knowing grin, shaking your head from his ramble. “Bye, bye, Skywalker,” You gave him a flirty wave as he dismissed himself. He faced forward, and the spying clones pretended to be busy.

“Officers,” Anakin nodded at them in acknowledgment as he walked past, “I’ll see you guys later for deployment?”

Ko nodded back, saluting, “‘Course, General.”

Dice managed to slow Anakin’s stride, unloading the last bit of cargo and leaning his hand on it, “Oi, Skywalker, I saw you getting all up close and personal with (y/n) over there. Seemed cozy.” It was his special interest in poking at things his fellow soldiers thought it best to leave alone. Especially because they didn’t want their commanding officer to know they’d been spying on him.

Anakin didn’t think anything of it, expecting observation in a public area, especially when (y/n) was involved. “Just showing her some moves, that’s all.” he answered innocently, moving on to get ready for his next mission.

The men’s heads followed him as he scampered off. This was all too fishy. Copper hummed lowly, “Oh, he showed her a couple of moves, alright.” Stringbean hit his shoulder with the back of his hand playfully.

“We don’t know that yet.”

Ko scoffed, “He’s trying to move in on her.” He was certain.

None of them knew he had already moved in on you, countless times.

Their deployment was within the hour. Tasked with bringing aid to a neutral planet in order to secure their alliance with the Republic. The troops expected a resistance from the opposers, which didn’t bode well for their moods. There always was a hill to climb in order to reach victory, it was the hill that proved fatal for some. The clone troops were prepared to lay down their life for their cause, but they preferred not to focus on the possible tragedy awaiting them. Instead, they sought distractions. Distractions that made them feel normal, like there wasn’t a war occurring, that they weren’t waddling in the trenches of it.

This squad (who affectionately referred to themselves as the “Groundhog” squadron) swapped stories, knowing this would be a long ride in a shuttle, having entered the atmosphere of the planet. Their helmets in their hands or underneath their arms, seemingly reminding everyone how human they were. The conversation served its purpose, taking the men’s weight off. Anakin leaned onto the wall of the shuttle, eyes closed as he attempted a crude form of meditation. Jokes were cracked when they got onto the subject of what they’d do after the war, but nobody pointed out it was wishful thinking. Having a lover, or a wife, was a common fantasy amongst the group.

Stringbean hopped up to sit on some armory cargo, resting his blaster on safety beside him. “Maker to think…” he voices his thought aloud, picking up his leg so he can rest his elbow on his knee, shaking his head with a soft smile. “Having a plot of land to myself. A family. That’d be the life.”

Copper piped up, “I don’t even care about the family part, ‘Bean, sign me up for a wife.” It made the other clones chuckle with him.

“Ah, a wife…” Ko sighed in content from the idea, fixing his back against the cargo and resting his head back. “… beautiful woman, got a good head on her shoulders, capable, resilient. Sharing a home with her would be the dream.” Imagining it, his fantasized wife, and (y/n)’s face surfaced in his mind. It didn’t necessarily surprise him. Visualizing you offer him a meat pie you prepared for him was doing something to him.

Dice snickered, “It’s been a while since you troops’ve been laid.” Anakin smirked to himself. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping but he couldn’t help it when he felt so proud to have gotten some this morning. The officers didn’t take notice, continuing their conversation. Dice copied Stringbean, jumping up onto a box to sit, but crossed his arms. “Hell,” he scoffed, “it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid,”

“Well there’s slim pickin’s in our line of work, Dice, don’t go feelin’ sorry for yourself.” Copper patted him firmly on the shoulder, and Dice nodded knowingly, elbowing him back.

“Let’s see,” Ko started counting on his fingers, “there’s a bunch of Jedi,”

“Bunch’a prudes, more like. No offense, General,” Dice chimed in. Anakin waved his hand dismissively, downturning his lips, knowing he was probably the only one in this battalion getting any tail.

“None taken,” The Jedi insisted, without breaking his meditation.

“But it’s not like we’re not a ‘bunch’a prudes’ ourselves,” Stringbean interjected, outstretching his hands in a defensive gesture, and it earns him a laugh from the squad.

“I hear that.”

Anakin shook his head with a smile, unable to steel himself from listening in.

“Alright, so we’ve got the prudish Jedi, our fellow Clone brothers, and…” A smirk stretched out onto Copper’s lips as he finished the sentence Stringbean started, “(y/n),”

A chorus sounded of groans, chuckles, sighs, filthy comments amongst the troop… You were a popular subject revisited yet again by the squadron. Anakin peeked open an eye, observing his soldiers’ reactions to his informant-turned-commander, who begs for his cock almost every night.

“Don’t get me started on (y/n),”

“The things I’d let her do to me,”

“Oh, the things I’d do to her if she’d let me,” A clone responded with a dark snicker.

“It’s like she doesn’t even know she drives me crazy.”

“Oi, you’re not the only one, mate.”

Anakin closed his eye before someone caught him spying. It was best to stay as far removed as possible.

“Stringbean, go back to that farm fantasy of yours.” The men wanted to hear it again, and Stringbean added a revision.

“Like I said, just a plot of land to myself.” ‘Bean gazed at the ceiling, visualizing his regaled tale in his mind’s eye. “(y/n) as my spoil of war,” These touch starved army men exhaling at the wording made Anakin scoff silently through his nose. War deranged men, showed their true, darker selves, and the Jedi witnessed it firsthand. Experienced it himself. The urge to step in rose in Anakin’s chest, but he denied it. He wanted to hear what these depraved creatures really thought of his lover. As if imagining it themselves, the boys followed Stringbean’s example and looked to the ceiling. “We’ve got two kids: a boy and a girl. (y/n) and I share yard work, and at the end of the day, cook dinner together—“

“Oi, get to the good part!” Dice jeered, and some men snickered.

“Okay, okay,” Stringbean grinned sheepishly, motioning with his hands to settle down. It seemed his fantasy was seeping into Anakin as well. “After dinner— kids asleep— we start cleaning up. She’s doing dishes, I’m clearing the table. I get a look of her in that apron,” Some guys suck in a breath. Anakin cocked his head, furrowed his brows, and exhaled through his pursed lips at the image of you in a little apron and nothing else. “Can’t help myself. Come up behind her, start fondling her. Then I nail her on the kitchen table.”

“Stringbean, you dog!” A clone shouted, and the troopers began weakly beating on him, tossing their helmets at ‘Bean while he grinned and flinched, knowing he deserved it. Being the first one to spell out a dirty fantasy meant facing certain scrutiny.

Once they had settled down, Copper wanted to share, outstretching his arms to gesture the men to quiet. “Alright, alright, that reminds me, lads.” he introduced, dropping his arms once he’d gotten everyone’s attention. “There was one day I got ahead of myself in training, (y/n) was there. Picked me up, dusted me off, brought me down to the medical bay. That night?” He raised a brow, cupping his chin in his hand, “I had the filthiest dream about her.” Being watched with bated breaths, he wasn’t sure if he should even tell this story.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense.” A clone told him incredulously, but it was all in good fun.

Copper went on, “I dreamt she snuck into my room, told me she couldn’t stay away from me. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, kept palming me through my pants.”

Anakin recalled an exact moment when you told him the same thing, did the same thing to him when he was recovering in the medical bay. He knit his eyebrows together, biting his lip to keep from saying anything.

“Got excited. She took care of me, sucked on me a bit, mounted and rode me ‘til I had nothing left. Fat tits bouncing. I’m surprised I contained myself while I was sleepin’.” Copper finished, leaning his elbow against the cargo.

Dice dissolved into laughter, pointing to Copper and looking amongst the group, “Mate says he’s surprised he didn’t jizz himself like a teenager,” The group followed Dice’s suit, laughing, including Copper.

Anakin felt himself perspire because he was stuck on the imagery of your “fat tits bouncing”. He swallowed thickly.

“Oi, the body on that broad, eh?” Dice reminisced, “Went to the fitness center and she was there. Had on a little bra, barely strapped in that chest of hers,” He cupped the air around his chest comically, he bounced his hands, causing a few snickers. “She didn’t notice me practically drooling like a hound. She’s glistening with sweat. Hair sticking to her forehead and neck. She’s jumping rope and I can’t tear my eyes away… the tightest yoga pants I’ve ever seen, if she bent over bet I could see her pretty little hole. The woman’s gotta know what she’s doing to us,”

Anakin, like the rest of these sleazy soldiers, was visualizing the whole damn thing. Except he knows he tore apart those yoga pants as soon as he saw you bent over in front of him. Of course you were pissed at him for it, but knowing now all these filthy perverts were waiting for the day you’d wear ‘em? He was glad he did it. Put them to one last good use getting you nice and wet for his cock. To hide his guilt, he rested his hand over his face.

“Hourglass figure, wit as sharp as a tack, looks that could kill, I wish she’d get over that crush she’s got already and get with a real man.” A clone added and an intrigued smile broke out onto Anakin’s lips, concealed by his hand.

“A crush? No way,”

“Say it ain’t so,”

“It’s obvious! A woman like that hasn’t hopped on anyone’s dick since she got here— and we’re all strapping young men— I’m tellin’ ya, girl’s hung up.”

“I could make her forget him. Gimme one night with her, she’ll forget he even existed.”

Anakin scoffed. That was highly doubtful.

“What about you, Ko? What do you think of (y/n)?”

“What’s to say that hasn’t already been said?” Ko shrugged, but the encouragement from his squad changed his mind. “I just wanna stick my dick in that cleavage. C’mon, you all have seen it. She displays it like she wants attention,” he spoke defensively, as if he had a case to defend, “Wonder if she likes being called a slut.”

You do. Anakin thought about you with a smile.

“Wonder if she is a slut.” Dice leaned back against the cargo with a wolfish grin.

You are. Anakin thought about you in response once more, smile widening.

Anakin wrestled with himself. On one hand, he could join the conversation, bond with these disgusting depraved men and their dark fantasies, or stay indifferent and detached. He knew that war changed people, and this was an outlet. They weren’t interested in taking advantage of someone when they were bred to be docile and trained to protect the innocent. You were particularly extroverted, and a bit of a tease— he had learned that first hand. Your flirtatious speech was smooth and confident, and you moved in an aesthetically poised manner, Anakin found you beautiful no matter what you did. Unashamed to admit he’s gotten stiff watching you fight alongside him on the battlefield. No wonder your image fell victim to this merry band of neglected soldiers. Attractive and available, so you had become a relatable object of fantasy. A prize to focus on to get through tough times, to get through the possibility of dying tomorrow. Never in a million years would he justify it, but he could understand it. Especially because he could hear his praise of you through the voices of these men. He could sense their intent. None of them would cause you physical harm. Briefly, he pondered if you sired these feelings in them on purpose, knowing the gross comments they made with each other when they were alone. An image of you getting off to it flashed in Anakin’s mind. It wasn’t far off from your personality to pleasure yourself to the idea of power.

“Oi, awfully quiet back there, eh, Skywalker?” Dice called, and Anakin looked at him. “We didn’t scare you or nothin’, did we?” On the contrary.

“No, just listening.” The Jedi replied nonchalantly, crossing his arms and legs as he settled against the hull wall.

Dice wanted to ask if Jedi had dirty thoughts too, but he didn’t want to shatter the illusion that Anakin was one of them— human— if he answered no. Sometimes they liked to pretend Anakin was not a peacekeeper, did not adhere to an oath, in a way Anakin liked to pretend that too.

“You ever get off to the thought of (y/n), General Skywalker?” Stringbean blurted out, breaking the silence. Immediately, the platoon scolded him playfully.

Anakin pinched his chin, “(y/n), you say?” Yes, he had. Yes, indeed, he had. More than he cared to admit. More than he thought a Jedi ever should. “Oh! You mean Commander (l/n),” He pushed off the wall, leisurely striding to the center of the group. His inflated ego had gotten to him, having completely overshadowed his more jealous traits ages ago. His tone and correction of your title made his squad nervous, and they watched with bated breath. They questioned if he was cross with them.

“I wouldn’t say,” Anakin started, a mischievous glint in his eye. He folded his arms behind his back, pacing as he noticed their worried looks. Maker, he wished he could tell them, witness their reactions when he tells them he’s been banging the “broad” they fantasize their filthy little minds about when they’re alone. His head was so big it was a mystery how it fit into the hull of this ship.

“We know you’ve got a little soft spot for her, sir, it’s obvious.” Copper ached to break the tension, and he desperately moved it into the direction necessary for him to win the bet. “We’ve all got one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” The clones averted their gazes from the Jedi once he spoke, shuffling nervously in place. “but Maker, if I were simply a man, I’d do whatever it took to make her mine.”

Grins broke out on their faces at the fact Anakin played a trick on them, and some cheered their agreement with his case.

“Isn’t she other-worldly?”

“Extremely.” Anakin replied.

“She makes it so hard—“

“Maker, don’t I know it…” Anakin mused, reminiscing how hard you make his cock rather than what the clone was referring to.

“Has she ever hit on you, sir?”

“Oh, all the time. She’s shameless.” And Anakin meant shameless. Downright blasphemous, the words that would come out of that pretty mouth of yours.

“Easy?” One clone asked with hope.

Anakin gave him a look. “It wouldn’t be a problem for me either way.” he responded smugly, acting out the role of the indifferent Jedi who’s confident he could get you if he really wanted to.

His battalion went wild over the fact their leader is in on their little crush. Like they brought him down to their hellish level, innocent from the knowledge Anakin has put the body they covet the most in every position and every location. Painted you with his cum countless times. Has witnessed your pleading gaze and expression twisted in pleasure when he hit that perfect spot inside of you.

General Skywalker rode on that ego high, “Gentlemen, nothing quite like comin’ home from a battle, and (y/n) greeting you with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth.” He stood in the middle while his clones cheered thinking about that imagery, thinking their general is merely joining the conversation, and making it all up.

To keep the charade going, to find out more about how Anakin really felt about you, Ko yelled out, “Skywalker!” Anakin hummed in response. “Fuck, marry, kill: (y/n), Master Luminara, and that cute Pantoran Senator Chuchi,”

At the mention, the other clones joined into the game, muttering their answers in a big jumble. Anakin waited his turn to speak, “C’mon,”

“Don’t be like that, it’s just a game.” Ko assured, moving to sit at the edge of the cargo.

“Alright, alright. Let me think. Okay, one’s easy: Marry (y/n). Make her my little trophy wife.”

Like a pack of hyenas, they chittered with laughter.

“Sir? You wouldn’t wanna just ’fuck’?” The question was asked to serve a purpose, to nail in the bet.

“Why would I want to fuck once, when we’re hitched I get to fuck always?” Anakin answered. Once the hollering died down, he added. “Doesn’t matter the time of day. She shouldn’t be walking around with an ass like that if she didn’t want it split open twenty-four-seven.”

[professional-yearner]

I take back Dogma, this man is insane and jealous as hell. Frollo levels of repression and a superiority complex will make a man a monster.

Do you think any of the clones would be sweet and docile yans?

I do! Though I do believe they all have their darker sides and would do worse for their darlings, here's a few canon clones!

- Dogma

- Fi

- Atin

- Fixer

- Waxer

- Clanky

- Crys

- Darman

[professional-yearner]

Yandere cx troopers...

[professional-yearner]

Staring problem

(Yandere! Clone trooper x reader)

Warnings: creepy behavior, staring, stalking, religious mentions, unstable monologing, ooc? Maybe

Your eyes opened slowly, as they usually did around this time. Looking over at the clock that dimly lit up a corner of the barracks, you took note of the hour, 0300.

As usual.

It wasn't hard to tell why your sleep was in a cycle of constant disruption, seeing as your body was keenly aware of the fact that you were being watched.

It seemed that since you had been moved to the battalion, you'd had eyes on you. In the mess, walking the halls, in the field. Especially on leave, the men acted as if they'd never witnessed a skirt before when you wearing your civvies.

The most obvious perpetrator, though, was your bunk mate. Gearshift, was it?

Every night since you had unpacked your things in their barracks, you had noticed. As soon as the lights turned out, the shape of his head would peek over the side of his bunk, eyes almost unblinking as they shined in the dark.

You glanced up. Sure enough, he was looking down at you again. Though, something was different this time; his strange, unblinking stare absent.

Was he…?

You sat up, tilting your head to see him better. He didn't react.

Ah, he was.

He was snoring lightly, eyes closed as his head leaned against the side of his cot. It seemed he had fallen asleep staring down at you.

Strange as ever, but you couldn't help feeling a bit bad for the guy. He was obviously socially awkward, completely unused to civilians being in his space. While the staring was… creepy, you still found yourself moving to the ladder, lifting his head and pushing him lightly so he was resting on his back.

He half opened his eyes for a minute, making you freeze, but fell back asleep seconds later. Adjusting the blanket over him, you yawned.

At least tonight you could sleep without being watched for once.

As you settled back into your cot, you remained unaware of how he stared, wide eyed and heart beating erratically in his ears. Unable to suppress the wide grin that made itself known on his features, he flexed and unflexed his hands, the urge to move them... lower, clear in his mind.

He knew you had liked him back.

While you had technically never talked, he was overly aware of that little gestures you made towards him that you made towards all the others, the gentle looks, the sweet smiles, and now this little display? What a sweet little thing you were.

He couldn't help but sneak a peek over the side of the cot once more. Why stop himself? Shift never indulged himself, except in this. He just adored watching you sleep, adored watching you, adored you.

You were just so perfect, he couldn't believe his eyes when you had first walked into their barracks. You must have been a projection, a picture of angelic beauty from some sort of religious texts.

He certainly felt religious when close to you.

Your sleeping expressions delighted him to no end, peaceful or frowny, they would replay in his head whenever he needed comfort, solace from the daily horrors he was forced into.

You mumbled in your sleep, making him chuckle lightly as he moved to lay back down.

Cute little greenie, you didn't even know how far he was going to go to have you.

[professional-yearner]

Yandere Fi 🙌😔 save us yandere Fi

Because why can't he have the life he wants with the pretty civvie he met undercover on Coruscant???

That's. Not. Fair.

[professional-yearner]

Lamb in the wolf's den pt.1

Yandere! Dark! Commando squad x reader

SERIES WARNING: mentions of dead dove, do not eat content but nothing really happens to the reader, misogyny, mistrust at first, yandere themes, reader is kind of a sacrificial lamb, reader is sort of clueless

A/N: happy valentines day, hope you like this one! Lmk if you want to see more! :3

Reaching the training center was one thing, bringing yourself to enter was another. You could feel eyes on you as soon as you took a step past the threshold, as if they could smell your inexperience and your inferior rank.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, you thought idly, you should really work on that.

You only noticed how you'd begun to zone out as your two guides came to a halt in front of you, making you nearly fall into the commander.

He looked back down at you, expression unreadable under his helmet, and you gave an apologetic smile.

“The unit should be returning from their training soon. You will meet them here.” the scientist clasped her hands, turning slowly back to you.

“Meet them- you mean you're not staying?” Your eyes widened, hands coming to pick at the hem of your uniform jacket,“To introduce us- I mean.”

The kaminoan looked almost surprised for a moment before saying, “They have been made aware of this arrangement previously, and we have had the most success introducing new factors without a scientist present.”

You turned to the trooper, who sounded sheepish at your pinched expression, “We're expecting a new bounty hunter soon, ‘need to be there to meet him.”

You could only nod vacantly as they turned and left back the way you came, trying to steel yourself for whatever was coming.

After a few minutes of standing around awkwardly and trying not to notice how much bigger the commandos around you were compared to your regular trooper friends, you decided to sit on one of the benches that surrounded the training unit.

Maybe it would be fine! As long as you were respectful and stayed out of their way, maybe you had nothing to worry about, and-

“Yer in my spot.”

You looked up dumbly, having not noticed the group of troopers that had come to stand in front of the bench, blocking the blinding lights of the training arena and casting a shadow over you.

After taking a moment to process what he'd said, you shot up, “Oh- sorry!”

The commando who spoke glared down at you, “Oh, you're sorry? Well, let me tell you something, princess,”

He backed you so you were nearly falling over the bench, “Sorry won't get you very far here. You've got to be right the first time.”

“Or know how to fight your way out of it.”

You didn't know what he expected you to do, but you just stood there, stock still and heart going a mile per minute.

His eyes only flicked to the brother beside him for a moment, but that was all it took for the group to burst out in raucous laughter.

The commandos in front of you were nearly doubled over with how funny they apparently found this, making you blink at the sudden mood change.

You didn't dare utter even an awkward chuckle, unsure of the group's temperament.

“Oh, she's too cute, I can't stand it!” One wheezed out, making you flush at his condescending tone.

You let out an embarrassing noise as the trooper who had previously been giving you new cardiovascular issues slung an arm around your shoulders, “See, lads? I told you this could be fun!”

He released you, coming to stand in front of you once more with the rest of his squad.

“Name's Jac, i'm the sergeant of this squad. You'll be the camp aide, hm?”

You nodded, still unsure, but tried for a smile, “Yes, I'll be helping your squad-”

“Helping straighten us out? Yeah, we heard.” one with a unique blotchy scar across his neck and jaw piped up, still half smiling, but narrowing his eyes.

“Though, I don't see how someone like you could fill that position.” another chimed in.

You took note; defensive and distrustful. You could work with that, “Hey, I don't want to bother you any more than you want me to, I'll do my best not to get in your way.”

The group regarded you for a moment before glancing at each other, seeming in silent communication before their defacto leader smiled again.

He gestured to his brothers, “Well, it's about time we got introductions out of the way.”

Jac began pointing, one brother at a time, it was a little harder to differentiate due to them all having regulation haircuts, but you found ways.

One with particularly light brown eyes, “Dax, our dems expert.”

One who had a colder, calculated element to his gaze,

“Rift, our tech expert.”

The brother with the scar who had spoken up earlier,

“and Clutch, our sniper.”

You smiled genuinely, nodding to them, “Nice to meet you! My name's (Y/n)!”

They stared at you like you had just started walking on all fours backwards, as if that wasn't the reaction you were supposed to give.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up, “Everything… okay?”

Seeming to finally snap out of it, Jac put on another easy smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, “Sorry about that, princess, I guess we just aren't used to civvies being quite so… receptive to us.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” You furrowed your brows, it didn't quite explain why they were abrasive to their own kin, but you could definitely understand why they didn't trust civilians.

“Well, we should get back to the barracks. Need some rest before we ship out again, you know?”

You nodded quickly, “Of course!”

They began to walk away, but stopped, looking back, the one you recognized as Dax calling, “You coming?”

You raised your eyebrows, trying not to look too surprised at the invitation before scurrying after them.

…

Jac smiled at his brothers as they walked, who gave him a smile back.

Maybe this would be fun.

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More clone ideas (Ik yall are sick of me doing these instead of actually writing but SIT DOWNNN IM WORKING ON IT 😭🫶)

Clone antiharem where you're dating one of the troopers of a company, but the rest don't think you're good enough for him and pressure you to break things off, filling your head with doubts and self-hatred. So, you do, completely convinced now that you just aren't enough for him, that he deserves so much better.

He's absolutely crushed, the man looked at you like you had hung the stars and moon in the sky and can't piece together why you would want to end things. He begs and pleads; he can change! He can do whatever you need just please don't do this! But it only makes you feel worse and you isolate yourself completely.

Eventually the company feels bad enough watching their brother become so vacant and moping around, to where they go to check up on you to make sure you're still alive at least. You're not doing so hot, so they make at least kind of an effort to get you back on your feet, trying to mend what they broke.

In the process, multiple slowburn romances form, though mostly one sided bc you still think they secretly hate you and just feel bad. Eventually, one let's it slip and my guy finds out what they did. He goes APE. SHIT.

They took the love of his life from him, and now they LOVE HER?! Forget defecting, he's going to KILL THEM!!!

He couldn't care less that they've been helping you, that should be HIM. Of course, he'll start coming over too after being talked down enough, but he'll be making snide comments and keeping you away from them as much as he can.

A lot of tension and resentment on both sides, even if one is apologetic. The only thing that really brings them together is the conviction to keep you safe, cared for, and theirs.

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Would y'all like some Republic Commando (Boss) content

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SELFSHIPPERS PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST WITH YOUR FAVORITE GIF OR PICTURE OR CLIP OF YOUR F/O!! OR YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF MERCH WHETHER YOU OWN IT OR NOT!! ANY FAVORITES!!

i want to see all of your beloveds!!!

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shoutout to selfshippers w no self-inserts . im talking its just you in the flesh in that universe . no slightly related backstory that can be related to media or canonical additions no nothing . it's just you with your f/o . Yes you are . I remember you being in that one episode . You were my favorite .

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TW: mentions of pregnancy, gentle gaslighting, and injuries

A darling that acts as something of a Bermuda triangle for clones/clone pilots.

You can't even remember when the first republic starship came crashing into your late mother's rose bushes, you could only attest to how it had only escalated since.

Of course you had taken him in, it was the right thing to do! Maybe it was when you had befriended him that you took it too far; he had begun following you closer than was necessary around the house, despite your protests that he needed to be resting his leg (which had broken pretty badly in the wreck), taken it upon himself to stop you from doing any strenuous tasks yourself, and was overall much too spritely for someone who was forced to be completely reliant on a stranger in the middle of nowhere due to a major injury.

Not that you, yourself hadn't also gotten attached. When the rescue team of his brothers finally came for him, you had to stop yourself from shutting yourself in your room and sobbing under your quilts. Even so, you had invited them to stay for the night, since the weather wasn't optimal for retreating back into the atmosphere at the time, before they shipped back out in the morning.

They accepted almost eagerly, and you were happy to find that they were just as gentlemanly as their brother; helping you prepare dinner, pulling out your chair for you, even assisting with the dishes!

As nice as this all was, you had had worried eyes on your first friend, who had seemed to be tense and strangely irritable since the team had arrived, all night, worried about how returning to war would even affect him now.

You supposed this distraction could be a part of what had led you to absent-mindedly spouting off your whole story to the group when they asked without realizing it while around the small bonfire they had set up; how the death of your parents, who never really gave you a second glance, had left the property to you, how you never really saw anyone but traders who seemed all to eager to take advantage of that fact, and how you had enjoyed having someone around to talk with and share each other's company. By the time you were finished, you were startled to look up and find them looking at you like a porg with an injured wing, concern etcched into their handsome features.

Even as you had snapped back to your senses and tried to play it off, backtracking and letting them know that you understood that they had a duty they needed to fulfill, saying that you would be fine when they left, you could sense that the air had shifted. While it was once a bit awkward but positive, it had shifted to something darker, something that made your skin crawl as you felt their gazes turn more thoughtful, as if considering something.

It was at that point you had excused yourself for the night, reminding them that if they needed anything to just give you a call, and hurried back into your cottage. As you tugged the covers over your now violently crying form, you had cursed yourself for your loose tongue, for making things uncomfortable when they were just trying to do their job, for being such a child about the whole situation.

By the time morning came, your eyes itched and your throat was a bit sore from whimpering and sobbing into your pillow. (You really hoped they hadn't somehow heard that)

You, admittedly, moped out of bed, not really putting on anything over your nightgown. Why cover yourself when your guests had most likely shipped out by now?

Groggy, you had shuffled into the living room, eyes half closed when you heard low conversation, your eyes snapping open to reveal the lot of them.

Not only were they still here, they were cooking for you.

You didn't know how you hadn't smelled it before, but just from the aroma, you knew it would be at least decent.

After you had near sprinted back to your room to find a house coat to cover yourself with, you sat and ate with them. Listening to them talk about their woes with the GAR and feeling stomach-droppingly sorry until they told you, quite matter-of-factly, that they were staying here.

You nearly spit your food, eyes near bugging out of your skull at the proclamation. After a coughing fit and them rubbing your back for an uncomfortable amount of time, they explained how you filled them with a sense of purpose and renewed conviction, new softness, and didn't you say you needed more help around the land? They were really just taking you up on your offer! (You hadn't remembered offering that, but you took their word for it)

You had been hesitant but, shamefully, you hadn't needed much convincing. Not only were these handsome men offering to help you, they were offering companionship, something you felt so desperate for it made you sick. Even if they weren't interested in you in that way, you wouldn't mind finally having friends or even just getting to keep the one you had made already.

You had agreed, much to their elation, a few even coming in to pick you up into a bit of a crushing hug, but you would come to be used to such things.

The next few years went by in a blur, a happy blur, but fast nonetheless.

It would seem that your little plot on the planet had become a hotspot for a number of crashing republic aircraft and, much to the other's chagrin, you had needed to expand the house into something that could fit the newcomers as they recovered. All eventually opting to stay after getting to know you for even a few days.

(Little do you know, they plan to expand on the lodge even more, considering how more than a few of them plan to have a few adorable little you's running around in the near future.)

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Found this in my new book! Just going to leave that last bit here for y'all to think about hehe

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Ok first of all loved your Von hcs.

Second, if you feel comfortable answering, what if we take this one step further: How would Von feel if his cyare got pregnant and he was suddenly thrust into fatherhood?

(Clone Wars media is so wishy washy on the fertility issue but let's say it was a happy accident or he had a mutation that allowed for that.)

Omg omg omg!!

(From my understanding they tried to make the clones infertile, but it backfired and made that batch less aggressive?? Idk star wars logic lol)

My guy would be elated. Not only are you tied to him forever, but little combinations of the two of you running around?! He could faint from happiness.

Plus I hc that at least most clones have breeding kinks

If your not so into the idea, he will feel a bit bad, but he will beg and plead (not guilt!) You into keeping it. If you cannot be convinced, however, he will love you just as much as if you said yes, even if he is a bit let down.

If you do say yes or are into it, he would be so gentle with you during your pregnancy. Not quite able to hide how almost manicly joyous he is at both being able to take care of you and bringing new mini you's into the galaxy as well! (Not to say this was his plan all along, but this was his plan all along)

Watch him be almost the most protective he's ever been when you're pregnant, always having one hand on you whether you're in public or at home, nearly growling at anyone who gets too close. You're his, now everyone can see that.

He loves playing domestic with you, would definitely defect and move the two of you out to somewhere more peaceful and safe like Naboo with the help of his brothers.

He will be a wonderful father, he would be over the moon to have you bearing his children. He sees so much of you in them (I'm using plurals so much bc he would definitelywant to try for more), he can't help being extremely protective of them as well.

He would train them from a young age to defend themselves, and admittedly is a little pushy when it comes to them leaving the house when they turn at least 21. He can't help that he still wants you all to himself. He was always a bit sore when you'd have to spend time away from him caring for the younglings, so he tried to be as hands on as possible. A great father, but always the tiniest bit distant, not able to replicate the love he had for you completely.

Even so, the kids would love him and you, admittedly picking up some obsessive tendencies in their future relationships from watching their father. Not to mention being protective of their mother, which they also got from observing their father's behavior.

(Thank you sm for all the asks btw, you're the sweetest ever!!)

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First yandere clone edit (specifically Rex for this one)! Voice comes from the fakeyou software!

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A little edit I made, could be considered yandere content or not!

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Breaking up with a clone who you're in a secret relationship with because you can't be someone's secret anymore, to him being the loudest most obvious yandere when

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"This batch of clone commandos has turned out to be… problematic.”

You walked quickly beside the Kaminoan and clone commander, trying to keep up with their longer strides as they briefed you on why you had been summoned in the middle of your squad's leave.

The Arc trooper cut in, “What the doctor means to say is cruel. They're completely out of control behind closed doors.”

The kaminoan didn't acknowledge the commander, only saying in their off-puttingly soft voice, “Which is why we brought you in. We have seen how… well, you've gotten along with the clones both within your squad and out. We were hoping you would be able to smooth out a few quirks.”

You tried not to shudder at how the scientist referred to the clones like faulty lab equipment, only nodding slightly.

“I'm not sure I'll be able to do much, it's been all chance up to now that any of the men have liked or at least tolerated me.”

“Maybe so, but it has been a pattern, one we hope will continue with this experiment.” She hummed.

You only now realized, as the three of you rounded another corner in the maze of hallways, that you were heading towards a training center.

The commando training unit.

Your steps slowed. You had thought that you would at least have a day to prepare to meet these apparently hostile men, you weren't ready for this!

Noticing your hesitation, the Arc commander slowed down, letting the scientist get ahead a bit before saying softly, "Hey, it's okay. If it doesn't work out, you won't be forced to continue."

He said that, but even you could hear the doubt behind his gentle words. Still, you appreciated how kind the man was being despite not knowing you for more than a few days.

Breaking you from your thoughts, the Kaminoan's eerie soft voice rang out from down the hall, "Miss (l/n), we don't have all day."

You nodded finally, trying not to drag your feet as you all proceeded towards the unit.

A/N: Mean yandere clone commandos anyone? Idk this literally came to me in a dream and I thought why not? Might make this a series!