#79s

[jedipoodoo]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a HunterxReader. Something where Hunter is like really possessive over reader with like another guy? Or one of his brother getting a little too close for his comfort, nothing nefarious, just lite teasing.

Thank you in advance.

Again, you’re doing amazing sweetie!

Me reading this request:

I hope you enjoy this one!

Man After Midnight (Jealous!Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: Hunter POV, The Return of The Kyle™, guy gets handsy with reader and Hunter does something about it, alcohol consumption, bar fight, 79s, feel free to check out my personal 79's Playlist here. Spoilers tagged for the gif. Y'all do not know how long it took me to find a season three gif for this one.

Whenever the squad convinced Hunter to join them at 79's, he tuned out the noises and smells to the best of his abilities. The overlapping of a million voices, all too similar to differentiate, the body odors and cologne, the pounding bass of the pop music, it could get to be too much. 

But when you asked him to join you, he couldn't say no. He was powerless to the pleading in your eyes and the joy in your smile when he finally said yes. Or it could have been how Crosshair commented on how good you looked in the new outfit you'd bought for clubbing, but he'd never admit it.

The six of you crowded into a booth at the back of the bar, farthest from the speakers. Hunter made sure that he got the seat next to you, only for Tech to remind you that it was your turn to grab the drinks from the bar. You smiled at Hunter apologetically as you tried to climb over him without bothering him too much. He had a better idea though, and gently placed his hands on your waist, easily lifting you over his legs and placing you on the outside of the booth. 

Wrecker gave a wolf-whistle at the wide-eyed look on your face, and you quickly looked away, running over to the bar as fast as you could through the crowd. 

The others were chuckling as Hunter frowned. Had he messed up? Was he too forward? He didn't consider himself a shy person, but he'd been so sure that you were sending him signals that you were interested. 

"Hmm," Crosshair hummed. 

"What is it?" Hunter sat up.

Cross smirked, "It seems our resident civilian is attracting some attention." 

Hunter quickly scanned the crowd, looking for you. Halfway between the bar and the squad's booth, drinks spilling out of your arms, you were stopped talking with a senate guard. What one of them was doing here was beyond him, but Hunter didn't like the way he was looking you up and down, and half-blocking you from the booth. He wasn't even offering to help you with the drinks. 

Hunter slammed his hands on the table to push himself out of his seat and marched over to you, shoving the guard to the side. 

"Let me help you with that," He said, taking Wrecker's boilermaker and Tech's martini from where you had kept them expertly balanced. 

"Hey, excuse me clone-" 

"You're excused," Hunter rolled his eyes at the senate guard and nodded you towards the booth, "Let's go." 

"Thank you," You said softly, but he heard it all the same. And you were smiling at him, so he hadn't totally messed up. 

The two of you handed out the drinks to their respective drinkers, and Hunter herded you back into your seat. 

"Who was that?" Wrecker asked, downing half his drink in one go. 

You shrugged, "No one in particular. I think his name was Kyle?"

Hunter huffed. He couldn't tell himself if he was annoyed or amused by this revelation. Of course the smarmy senate guard would have a name like Kyle. 

The evening carried on, Wrecker ordered more drinks, Echo found some old friends from the 212th, and Hunter could hear Tech rambling to a very interested Rodian woman who listened to him describe the nesting habits of rancors with stars in her eyes.

You, of course, were on the dance floor. You were always dancing around the Marauder, humming to yourself as you cleaned up your workspace or made the caff. Whenever Hunter saw you dancing, it felt like all was right with the world.

He spotted Kyle across the room. Hunter was surprised he'd stuck around, the senate guards typically didn't deign the clones to be good enough company to make the way across town to 79's.

But Kyle wasn't paying attention to any of the clones. His beady eyes tracked your every movement out on the dance floor. Hunter felt a rumbling in his chest, like a reek warning others to stay back. 

Kyle, of course, couldn't hear it, and even if he could, he probably would have ignored it anyway. The senate guard shouldered his way through the crowd on the dance floor, announcing his presence by placing his hands on your hips. 

Hunter heard your yelp of surprise and grit his teeth. He launched himself from the booth and marched across the room. Several startled patrons hopped out of the way when they saw the look of pure rage on his face, but all Hunter could focus on were your protests as Kyle grinned. 

"Really sweetheart, I'm just trying to give you a compliment, is all!" Kyle laughed as you flushed in embarrassment, trying to push him away. Kyle's grip tightened on you, but Hunter grabbed him by the shoulder. When Kyle turned with a smart quip, Hunter decked him across the face. 

"They said no!" He snarled, his arm out in front of you like a shield.

A few clones gave out supporting cheers as the senate's flunkie was laid out across the nearest table, but Kyle wasn't the only one present. Two more men, decidedly not clones, approached Hunter menacingly, trying to defend their friend. He saw them coming, but he had to take a hit from the first one so that the other could get close without suspecting too much. Then Hunter took the both of them with one swing. 

"Hunter!" You cried out. A crowd was gathering, and Wrecker was trying to make his way over to you and help Hunter out.

Hunter placed his hands on your shoulder, standing in between you and Kyle.

"You alright?" He asked.

"What?" 

"Look out!" Someone shouted. Hunter shielded you with his body to see the senate guards standing up.

Kyle pushed himself to his feet, though he still leaned unsteadily against the table.

"You're gonna regret that, meatdroid!" He snarled, blood dripping down his chin from a broken nose. Kyle charged towards the two of you, but Hunter stepped to the side at the last minute, catching Kyle by the collar of his dress uniform. It was tight enough already, but with Hunter gripping the fabric, Kyle had to gasped for air. Hunter swung him around and right into his would-be bodyguards.

"No fighting! No fighting!" the steward droid waved its arms, but no one was paying it much attention. Wrecker caught the three stooges by the scruff and happily carried them out the door like a mother tooka, dropping them on the veranda where they could hail a hovertaxi. 

Once he was certain that Kyle was taken care of, Hunter turned to you.

"Are you alright?" He repeated.

"Am I-?" You shook your head, "You have a black eye!" You pointed out, as if Hunter wasn't wincing every time he blinked.

"Just a scrape," He insisted.

"If I had a credit for every time-" You were too upset to even finish your thought, but you grabbed Hunter by the lip of his chestplate, pulling him over to the bar. You asked the serving droid for the medkit, and brought him back into the bathroom stalls.

"That was incredibly stupid of you. You know what kind of trouble you could get into if you hurt them too badly!" You made Hunter sit on the edge of one of the sinks so that you could treat him properly.

Hunter sighed, "Trouble seems to find me regardless of whether I do anything or not."

You fixed him with a death glare that made it clear he was better off not saying anything until you were done treating his wounds, superficial as they may be.

"Don't do that again, you hear me?" You slathered bacta over his eye, and dabbed some on the cut on his lip. Fortunately, there was one more ice pack in the poorly-stocked kit, so you snapped it in half to activate the cooling gel. 

"Sorry cyare, but I'm afraid I can't make that promise."

You froze, the ice back an inch above his eye. He could feel the air cooling around it, and gently took the ice pack from your slackened grasp, pacing it against the swelling skin.

"Hunter," You gasped, "don't say things like that. Even for me, it's not worth the risk." Your hands were shaking, so you busied them by packing up the remains of the medikit. 

Hunter grit his teeth as you turned your back to him, "You are worth every sacrifice I have made. Every shot I've taken, every nightmare that haunts me, every humiliation I've had to endure from those miserable excuses for sentient beings," He waved the ice pack in the air, trying to indicate Kyle and his flunkies.

"It's worth it," He insisted, "Just to see you smile."

He heard your heart beat faster as you swallowed the lump in your throat, and he knew he'd gone too far.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way..." You whispered.

Hunter hopped down from the sink and marched out the bathroom door. He needed a nice, stiff drink.

A couple of the other clones gave him strange looks for the eyepatch, and a few who'd seen the fight asked if he was okay. Hunter ignored them all, trying to flag down a steward droid.

"Hunter!" You shouted his name above the din of the music. He decided it was best to ignore you too.

By the time you finally made your way to him at the bartop, he was halfway through a drink he'd regret in a couple hours.

"What do you think you're doing!?" you demanded, hands on your hips.

"Having a drink, what's it look like I'm doing?" He grunted miserably.

"You can't just tell me you love me and walk away like that!"

Hunter spat out a mouthful of alcohol all over the serving droid, leaving his tongue and his nose burning from the taste.

You, however, were unperturbed by his reaction, folding your arms across your chest.

"Now are you going to ask me to dance or not?"

[anstarwar]

Welp here it is @valkeakuulas … the other half of the summer doodle request you sent in: “Echo Fives and cocktails”

This one got away from me and is just a tad more than a doodle 😅

Wonder what they’re talking ‘bout

[dreamswithghosts]

Just Clones in The Clone Conspiracy

Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 2 Episode 7 - The Clone Conspiracy

[freesia-writes]

The Hero We Never Knew We Needed: A Tribute to Bop

GIF thanks to @skybson

Word Count: 484

Minutes Spent Laughing While Writing: 19

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The Clone Wars were a grim time, a galaxy torn apart by opposing ideologies and forceful rulers who sought to unite everyone under their own structure. Clones were created by the millions, raised at twice the speed of a normal life and thrown onto the battlefield as soon as they were able. Battalions would go forth, brother after brother falling under the relentless forces of the Separatists. Replacements were shipped in daily, as though one man could just as easily replace another, as though their entire lives were for one singular, dismal purpose. The heavy weight of conflict crushed the freedom and enthusiasm of the previously free systems, and what little joy there was to be found was fleeting, often followed by despair, death, and defeat. Wave after wave, soul after soul -- some would argue that those who survived had a harder time, somehow spared from the sweet release of death and instead forced to repeat their worst nightmare every day.

And then there was Bop.

A brave and fearless soldier on the battlefield, Bop would mow down droid after droid, dual-wielding his blasters and charging forth alongside his brothers with a fierce battle cry no matter how grisly the odds were. He was unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. He fought hard.

And he played harder.

See, Bop knew how to live. His scarce time off was spent at 79s, where he could be found dancing the night away, a euphoric grin plastered across his face. His joy was infectious, and he didn’t care how many or few were on the dance floor -- he was there to start (and finish) the festivities. There were droids assigned to contribute to the jovial atmosphere, moving in their jerky rhythms to entice others to join, but they had nothing on Bop. He was CT-1999, because that was how he partied***.

He was such a battlefield hero that he was promoted to officer, assigned to a Venator-class Star Destroyer and placed over the ship's weapons systems. He traded in his plastoid armor for a slick uniform with gloves, a belt, and a gray cap, and proudly wore his rank insignia plaque on his chest. Insightful and quick on his feet, Bop was a legend. Droids feared him, fellow clones respected him, and creatures of all species yearned to be the one he would take home at night.

But Bop had only one mission. He did his job with precision and excellence, and when he was finally released to enjoy the temporary illusion of autonomy, he sought out his place of zen. His sanctuary. His place to both rejuvenate himself and restore hope and wonder to the galaxy through the delight of dance. The neon lights of 79s would illuminate every angle of his jive, painting the dance floor with his unbridled groovy enthusiasm.

Bop would die one day, whether by age or by artillery, as we all must fall. But today was not that day.

***(this line was a comment from @nika6q and was so good I had to add it)

@doublesunsets @rosechi @501st-rexster @meshlaxbunny @anxiouspineapple99 @softsunburstlove @starrylothcat @the-bad-batch-baroness @thecoffeelorian 😂😘

[eclec-tech]

Ever wonder about the name?

It's a clone bar. Its name is a number. So was there a clone named 79? Was it perhaps a clone unit since there's no apostrophe? The 79s?

Forget the mysteries of the universe. I need to know about this name!

[sith-disease-palps]

he may have had one too many

inspired by @threebea’s lovely tags on my previous post

[hunnythebee]

Late Nights at 79s

18+ MINORS DNI 18+

Chapter 1: Taboo

You are a new Jedi Knight living in the heart of Coruscant and discovering the joys of the night life and the pleasures of the men who work so closely with the Jedi.

Explicit - 4.2k words - first person - female reader

Chapter 2 | Masterlist | AO3

Tags: Echo x Reader, Fives x Reader, Jedi!Reader, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, clubbing, the 501st, Coruscant, 79s, hidden identity, flirting, kissing, dancing

WARNINGS and fic below the cut

last call minors gtfo

Warnings and Explicit tags: Alcohol, Oral (female recieving), Bathroom sex, exhibitionism if you squint, PIV, unprotected, creampie, dubcon?, straight up blasphemous use of the force.

Being a Jedi Knight definitely had its perks. For starters, being allowed to live outside the walls of the Temple on Coruscant, giving me a sense of freedom I never even knew I craved. Secondly, I was able to have a life outside of the order. As a Padawan I had always heard clones discussing places on the lower levels with dancing and drinking, but never did I think that I would enjoy such things. How wrong I was. It didn’t take long till I came across one of these clubs, and shortly after that I became a regular patron. It was an extremely risky game I was playing, clubbing with clones. Any given night I could be recognized, but I didn’t care. If I’m being completely honest it added to the exhilaration of being in such places.

My first night was fairly tame. I hadn’t known how to dress or act in such a situation. I only danced to two songs and drank one drink. In the morning I realized how lucky I was to not have been recognized by any of the clones. Originally I made a vow to myself to never go back, but I couldn’t help myself. It was fun and I craved more. The next time I went I was smarter. I purchased a few skimpy outfits, mirroring the women I had seen in the club my first night, and a pair of heels. The smartest addition to my outfits was a lightweight hooded cowl with a mask. Covering my face and hair so only my eyes show. 

That was a month ago, and I’ve gone at least twice a week every week since. Tonight I was going again, but this night was going to be quite different from others. I had already gone out to 79s twice this week, but on the second night I met a very flirty and forward ARC Trooper from the 501st. After he bought me a drink and we danced for a bit he invited me to come again tonight. He told me his brothers in blue were going to be there and I couldn’t pass on the chance to party with Skywalker’s boys. Since I knew that they were 501st, I decided a special outfit might be in order. I donned the white version of my signature cowl and a tight, short satin dress. It was a vibrant blue with two strips of fabric covering my breasts and tying behind my neck. My eyes were lined by a kohl liner and faux lashes. It made me feel more alluring as I peered up at the clones from behind my mask. I checked the time and discovered I was already running late, so I tucked my hair up into the hood and pulled up my mask. Ready to hail a speeder taxi to the lower levels.

When I arrived the music was steadily thumping inside and there was already a line wrapping around the block. I sighed, mentally cursing myself for taking so long. Just as I was about to make my way to the end of the line a masculine grabbed the crook of my elbow and spun me around. It was the clone who had invited me.

“There you are!” He greeted me with a mischievous crooked grin. He wasn’t wearing his half blacks, half armor that he had been wearing when I met him. No, tonight he was wearing a well tailored black button down and deliciously tight grey slacks. I eyed him up and down, thankful for the mask hiding the fact that I was biting my lip. He wouldn’t have caught it anyways, since he was too busy ogling me.

“Did you wear all this for me?” He asked smugly, a smirk plastered to his face.

“I might have,” I winked, “I think the 501st looks rather good on me, don’t you?”

“Baby…” he clutched his chest and stumbled back dramatically. “You gotta warn a man before you say something like that.” He earned the laughter he was after and returned to my side, snaking an arm around my waist and resting his hand on my hip. He was guiding me straight to the door, past the ever-growing line. He locked eyes with the bouncer and they gave each other a familiar nod as the velvet rope was lifted for us.

Inside it was loud and crowded and familiar. It was a really busy night, busier than what I was used to. All the tables were occupied and there was hardly any standing room at the bar. The clone by my side leaned in close to my ear, the scruff of his goatee brushing my skin ever so lightly.

“The boys and I already got a booth, what do you say we get you a drink?” His voice was so sultry and close to my ear that my skin erupted into chills and I lost my words for a moment. I gathered myself and cleared my throat.

“A drink would be great, thanks.” I nodded to him. We pushed our way up to the bar, where he got the attention of the bartender. Luckily, it was the one I usually saw when I came so I didn’t even have to order. They turned around, handed me my usual order and went back to serving the other patrons. My host was amazed by the interaction.

“That was impressive. You some kind of Jedi? Send him your order via the Force or some kriff?” He laughed at his own joke as I froze. My eyes widened in shock for a second before processing that he wasn’t being serious. I let out a half hearted laugh, which was not enough for him to drop it.

“You okay?” His face showed genuine concern as he searched my eyes. My heart was racing still, but I managed to compose myself.

“Yeah… just nervous about meeting your brothers,” I lied, brushing off my shock as nerves.

He cupped my clothed cheek with his hand, and I could feel the warmth transfer through the thin material. “There’s nothing to be worried about mesh’la. I’m not sure what you’ve heard, but I promise we aren’t that bad.”

I nodded, still feeling a twinge of fear in my gut. Something in the way the Force was ebbing around me tonight told me that change was coming and I feared that it meant that my little charade was about to be discovered. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t caught that he was talking to me again, not until his lips were against my ear again.

“The name’s Fives, by the way,” never had an introduction sounded so seductive, “I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

I swallowed hard. In all the times I had been here I had been able to avoid giving my name. I didn’t even have a fake one on hand. I hesitated for a long moment before having a stroke of genius.

“You…” I placed an open palm to his chest, resting on the slightly exposed skin, “Can call me Fours.”

He smirked and squinted at me quizically, “Why ‘Fours’?”

I leaned in close to ear and pulled my mask down so my lips could brush his ear for a change, “Because, Fours comes before Fives.”

He shivered at my words and gripped my hips hard as I pulled my mask back up. Fives pulled me in tight against him and rested his forehead to mine. The biggest grin spread across his face. “We are going to have the best karking night.”

After our little introduction, he led me by the hand to one of the booths lining the walls. It was packed tight with clones in various states of dress. Two were sporting the standard half blacks, half armor of most off-duty clones, and were engaged in an intense arm wrestling match. One was dressed in a muscle tank with a leather jacket draped over the back of the booth near him, nursing his drink and lazily watching the events of the match unfold. The last one was dressed similarly to Fives, but his shirt matched the color of my dress. He had been watching for us. Fives presented me to the table while they all looked up from what they were doing.

“This is Fours, boys. I told you I was bringing a beauty tonight.” He announced proudly, causing my cheeks to flush. Once again I felt very thankful for the mask. The clone in blue stood to welcome me. He took my hand in his and kissed the back of it, and as he did I noted his hair was a light shade of blonde. 

“Captain Rex, at your service. But you can just call me Rex.” He flashed me the sweetest smile and my heart skipped a beat. I had known I was drinking with clones of the 501st, but it was now occurring to me that I was partying with the 501st. I should have realized it when Fives told me his name but it didn’t register till now. He was busy introducing everyone else at the table but I was too wrapped up in my own astonishment to listen. I didn’t need to. This was Captain Rex, Arc-Trooper Fives, Echo, Jesse, and their medic Kix. Their identifiers were unmistakable now that I was really looking at them. I had heard of these men in multiple briefings, but never had I seen them in person. Maybe I could be a little more relaxed with my mask tonight, since I don’t risk them knowing me.

“It’s an honor to be drinking with you all tonight,” I offered as thanks for the invite.

“Trust me, the honor is all ours tonight,” smirked Jesse. They all shifted, allowing for me to have space to sit down with them. I sat sandwiched between Fives and Jesse. Jesse’s cologne filled my senses and I desperately wanted to bury my face in his shirt and breathe deeply, but I exercised restraint. Echo and Kix went back to their arm wrestle and I sat swirling my drink in my hand, contemplating how far I was willing to let my guard down. I hadn’t noticed that Jesse had stretched his arm out behind me and was leaning in closer.

“That cowl looks hot and uncomfortable, you got a reason for wearing it?” He was pressing into me and my mind was going blank.

“R–religion. Can only take it off around trusted ones.” Which was mostly true.

“You don’t trust us?” He pouted jokingly.

Without a second thought I responded, “Of course I trust you guys, it's… others I don’t trust.” I gestured toward the jumping crowd of people.

“We can fix that, can’t we Captain?” Jesse nodded to Rex, who seemed to instinctively understand. He manipulated a button on a panel I had never noticed before and an opaque red curtain fell over the entrance to the booth alcove.

Fives spoke next, “Now you can get as comfortable as you want babe.”

I chewed my cheek for a moment as I contemplated it. 

Kriff it. I pulled the mask down and the hood. All eyes were on me as my hair fell loose and free and my face was revealed in full. Most were looking on in pure feral attraction, but one was fixed a little too intensely on my features. I could feel Echo eyeing me carefully, a question burning in his mind. I decided to pry.

“Something the matter?” I asked, turning to him and locking eyes with him.

“N-no. Nothing’s wrong.” He stammered.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” I pushed.

He licked his lower lip and leaned closer to me. “Why are you using the name Fours? We all know that isn’t your real name.”

My heart sank. Kriff. How could he recognize me? I opted to try the same trick on him that I had tried on Fives.

“Fours comes before Fives.” I throw him a wink and he stiffened while the whole table erupted in laughter.

“Leave it to Fives to find one that is even sassier than he is.” Kix joked as he took a shot. Fives narrowed his eyes at his brother while Kix just smiled into his drink. I reached out in the Force, sensing an unease. It was Echo. He wasn’t satisfied with my answer and I needed to know why. But for now I was going to enjoy my time with the boys in blue. I took a long sip of my spotchka, appreciating the warmth spreading through my extremities as I did so.

The night continued on with multitudes of topics of conversation, mostly trying to find out more about me. However I was expertly dodging every question and offering my own in return. I got them sharing war stories and barracks gossip and that was the end of their line of questioning.

“...and then I said I’ve never been with a Rodian before but I’ll try anything once!” Jesse finished his story and the table laughed.

“There is no way you fucked a Rodian,” I challenged him.

“I have proof if you don’t believ–” he moved to pull out his datapad and the whole table shouted “NO!”

“Alright alright, I believe you! I do NOT want to see that though.” I shuddered.

“Don’t have the stomach for the suction cups?” Joked Kix. I shook my head ‘no’ in response and laughed.

“What is the craziest thing you’ve done in bed, Fours?” Asked Rex. My face turned bright pink, and I no longer was hidden by my cowl. It wasn’t that I hadn’t done anything before, but there was no way I could tell the story without revealing what I am.

“Uhhh…” My brain was stalling out, I had nothing. All eyes were on me, and then Echo came to my rescue. He had just returned from the bar with another round and saw the look on my face. Echp placed the tray down and offered a hand to me.

“Apologies for the rudeness of my brothers. No one’s even offered to dance with you tonight.” He was looking at me with such intent. I knew I needed to accept his offer.

“You are absolutely right Echo!” I pulled my hood and mask back on as I stood and took Echo’s hand, making sure to walk a little extra seductively as the other clones looked on. We entered the dancefloor as another song was playing. I linked my arms around the back of Echo’s neck and pressed my hips against his as I started to move and grind. Instinctively, he placed his hands on my hips and began grinding with me. For the first time that night, he was relaxed with me. It didn’t last though, I pulled back a little to look into his golden eyes and his face dropped into a look of abject horror. He released my hips like I was hot metal and abandoned me on the dancefloor. I was dumbfounded and a little offended. I decided to pursue him through the crowd. He was hurrying along to the restrooms, but I managed to catch up as he went in and bolted the door behind me. I turned around to confront him but he was already on me. He pinned me to the door I had just locked and pulled my mask down. In the harsh light of the bathroom there was no hiding any feature of my face. 

“Commander...” Was all he said, and it felt as if the floor fell out from beneath me. He pushed off me with a grunt and began pacing the length of the restroom and anxiously running his hands through his hair I could feel the mixture of emotions coming off of him. I needed to put his mind at ease.

“E–Echo… I swear it’s not what you think.” I attempted to reassure him but he turned to face me with a wild look in his eye.

“It isn’t? So you aren’t in disguise? In a nightclub? Seducing clones?” His words were harsh, but true.

“I’ll have you know I haven’t hooked up with a single clone!” I attempted to defend myself. He was breathing so hard, I could see his chest rising and falling even from this distance. I decided to throw caution to the wind since I was already screwed. “How did you know who I was?”

“General Shaak Ti has a picture in her quarters back in Tipoca City. Fives and I used to end up there a alot… You’re in the photo.”

“Do the others know?” I asked, feeling my stomach twist.

“No. It’s not my place to tell them,” he stated plainly. I felt a surge of comfort. The last thing this clone wanted to do is rat me out.

“Is… is it your place to tell the council?”

“What?! No! I would never.” He responded, sounding almost offended.

I took a deep breath, feeling my nerves ease exponentially. He wasn’t going to turn me in, thank the maker. But then that begged the question, why was he still looking like he’s about to pass out?

“Echo?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes?” He asked, sounding as dissheveled as he looked.

I hesitated for a moment, debating if I wanted the answer to this question or not. “Why are you so concerned about my being a Jedi if you aren’t going to turn me in?”

He gripped the bathroom counter so hard his knuckles turned white. My heart was racing waiting for his answer. I was staring at him, my bottom lip between my teeth. He looked back at me and answered finally, “Because… you’re a Jedi.”

“And?” The question came out more flirtatious than I intended.

He took a shaky breath and a step toward me, “And… I’m a clone…”

The entire situation came to light, my body moved without permission. Closing the distance further. “And?” My words were breathy and low.

“It’s…” The distance closed between us and he brushed a hand along my bare arm. I shivered and keened into his touch. “It’s…” he said once more, his eyes fixed hungrily on me.

“It’s?” I teased, lacing my fingers into his hair.

“Forbidden.” He finally managed. The word lit a fire inside me. Like the reminder of how wrong all of this was made me want it more. I pressed closer to him and his hands found my hips. Our lips were close but still just barely touching, and I wanted so desperately to close the distance.

I whispered into his mouth, “Only if we get caught.” 

A groan came from his throat and that was all the push he needed. His mouth was hot against mine. His kisses were more delicious than I could have imagined. It was sweet, despite the alcohol, and laced with a neediness that I felt down to my core. His hands moved down my legs and he lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to the very bathroom counter he had been clinging to moments before, his mouth never leaving mine. He set me down on the counter and his lips left mine for a moment too long. I pulled at the fistful of hair I had in hand and exposed his neck. My mouth moved expertly along his thick, muscular neck. I bit into a soft spot right under his jaw and he moaned. His hips attempted to grind into me, but he was still wearing his cod piece. I moved to remove it, but he caught my wrists before I could finish my task. His eyes were fixed on mine, and he looked feral and seductive this way. 

“I want to taste you first.” Before I could finish nodding yes to his statement, he was already sinking to his knees. My dress had ridden up my legs when he had carried me so all that he had to do to reach my wetness was remove my panties. He carefully pulled them down my legs and off. He pocketed them with a smirk and spread my legs wider to get a better look at the arousal dripping from my pussy. He licked his lips at the sight and licked through the folds, swirling and sucking at the swelling bundle of nerves. I tipped my head back and moaned his name. This spurred him on further, beginning to eat my pussy like I was the most delicious meal he had ever tasted. I was already coming undone from his mouth when he added a finger. He tenderly sunk the digit into my opening and curled it against my favorite spot. I spasmed under his touch and he smiled against my pussy as he began to pump his finger in and out.

“F–fuck…Echo…ahh… more. Want more.” I begged between gasps. I wanted him to fill me, stretch me out. He obliged my pleading, sinking another finger into my wetness. The sounds pouring from my mouth were obscene. A series of curses and moans as I grinded against his tongue.

“D-don’t stop… gonna cum…make me cum…” my moans and pleas were echoing throughout the restroom. He added one more finger and I felt the stretch I desperately wanted. I lost all control of my body as he brought me closer and closer.

“I’m cumming. Fuck! I’m cum-cumming…” I screamed as the sensation surged through my veins. He pushed me over that edge and worked me through it. Once the clenching throb of my pussy walls subsided he pulled his fingers from me and licked them clean. He stood and pressed another searing kiss to my lips, but now he tasted of me. I broke away slightly.

“Fuck me,” I whispered against his mouth. I was still riding the high of my orgasm, but I needed him inside me. He didn’t say a word. Instead he began removing his codpiece, letting it clatter to the floor once it was detached. He pulled out his throbbing cock and fisted it a few times.

“Turn around,” he commanded, “I want you to watch yourself get fucked by me.” His words made me even wetter. I hopped off the counter, legs still fairly weak, and turned around to face the mirror. He pressed me down against the counter so my ass was on full display. Echo kneaded the round flesh as he dragged his tip through my wetness. Then he was pushing in, slowly, splitting me open on his cock. I did as he asked and watched the mirror as he sank into my pussy. My eyes looked fucked out and my hair was in a disarray but I couldn’t care less. He buried himself inside me completely, and sat there for a moment. Once I had adjusted to the feeling he began to move. He was being painfully slow and cautious with me.

“That the best you got, trooper?” I teased, using his title to remind him of the taboo act we were committing. I felt his dick pulse inside me and I knew I had gotten the desired effect. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and leaned over me so he could look in my eyes through the mirror.

“I was going to take it easy on you, Commander. But if you want to be fucked like the dirty slut you are…” He pulled his hips back and slammed them into me with immense force, using his hold on my hair to keep me in place. “Then who am I to say no?”

Echo’s pace picked up, and he continued fucking into me with no mercy. I was certain that my pussy would be bruised in the morning, and maker help me, that’s exactly what I wanted. We were not quiet. Moaning loudly, his hips slapping against my ass. I shut my eyes for a moment and he grabbed my face to make me look back into the mirror.

“You’re such a pretty little Jedi slut. Watch as I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember your own name.” He commanded.

“Yes, sir.” I moaned. 

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” 

A devious thought creeped into my mind and I couldn’t help myself, “Cum inside me, fill me up Echo.”

“I–I shouldn’t. T–too wrong. T–taboo.” He was deliriously close.

“Then fuck me right up to your orgasm, please Echo…” I begged innocently.

He didn’t respond, he just kept fucking into my pussy. Chasing his orgasm. I knew he wanted to cum inside me, he just didn’t want to admit it. I reached out with the force, as he got closer I readied myself. Then it came, his hips began to stutter and he moved to pull out. I pushed him back into me with the force and he screamed out my actual name as he climaxed. He collapsed over my body, gasping for air.

“Did you do that?” He asked once his senses began to come back to him. He pulled his softening cock from my leaking hole and I turned to face him. I smiled sweetly.

“Are you mad?” I asked, nuzzling against his nose.

He groaned, “Not even slightly. Just shocked you would use the force in such a… perverted way.” He helped adjust my dress, but refused to give back my panties. “Think of it as my proof that I fucked a Jedi.” He smirked and pressed one last sweet kiss to my lips. Before leaving the bathroom ahead of me. Instead of immediately returning to the booth, I opted to get a quick shot at the bar. My head was spinning from the encounter with Echo and I felt like it was evident on my face. I needed something to counteract that.

Chapter 2 | Masterlist | AO3

[stars-n-spice]

Been listening to my 79s playlist religiously for like this past week pretending I'm at 79s drinking and dancing with my favorite clones.

it's seriously going to mess up my spotify wrapped but whatever.

Here's the playlist if you wanna give it a listen and be delusional with me :)

[sleepywych]

I'm putting together a 79s Bar barmaid cosplay for cons next year. I need help with the slogan, any suggestions would be appreciated! 🍹

[aka-lorterian]

pixel 79s(●ˇ∀ˇ●)

[nothinglikethesimulations]

How Clone Trooper Fireball got his name

Canon: idk he probably blew something up

Fanon: First shore leave, he drank too much Fireball and vomited all over his CO. Now whenever his battalion visits 79's and Pitbull's song plays, everyone pauses and points at him whenever Mr. 305 intones "FIREBALL!"

[bibannana]

"The Grand Army of the Republic? More like the Generic Assholes of the Republic" - Crosshair to some regs after a few drinks

Hunter has to physically remove Crosshair from 79s

Wrecker is fighting off the regs who got mad

Tech is like I have never met these men in my life

"Except you Cody!!" Crosshair gets out while being hauled out of the bar

[metalheadfreak1]

The Air in my Lungs Chapter 2-6

Artwork done by the lovely @love-like-poetry

Who doesn't love a grouchy Rex and a mischievous Fives. Also chapters 2 through 6 are posted as well! I hope that you all will enjoy these chapters!!

NO MINORS ALLOWED! +18 ONLY

[sleepingsun501]

What do you think 79s looks like?

Hi Nonnie!! Wow, great question. Instead of just describing it, I decided to make a mood board 😅 this is how I’ve always pictured the infamous clone bar in my head: huge, loud, colorful, and packed to the brim.

[ktrivia]

The Bet at 79s (Fives x Reader prequel to A Sniper's Competition)

Summery:

On a night out at 79s, Reader and Fives make a bet while playing drunken darts. What exactly is Fives going to have to do when he loses?

Author's Note:

Ok, this was really fun to write and the exact happy request I needed today. Thank you so much @staycalmandhugaclone for requesting this! I did have to change the idea a little bit because I didn't think they would have access to copies of physical photos. Hope you enjoy it!

To anyone who isn't aware, Fives and Reader were together before he died in my story A Sniper's Competition, which is a Crosshair x Reader fic. These oneshots and drabbles serve as mini prequel stories for that series. Please let me know if you have any other requests for Fives (or Cody if you want another one of those)!

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Drunk Fives was a special man. The usually happy go lucky guy was doubly so when he drank and the icing on the cake was his tendency to not think things through while he was inebriated. 

For example, when I, his girlfriend who was a professional sniper, challenged him to a game of darts, he agreed immediately. Even better, he had let me make it into a bet. Poor guy never stood a chance. 

Even in my tipsy state, my accuracy was far superior to his. He may be an ARC trooper but this was literally my job and what I’d trained my whole life for. I also was not above cheating a little bit by using my minor control of the force to help get the darts where they needed to go. 

“So, mesh’la,” Fives said with a bit of a slur. “Guess what you have to do if I win.”

“What will I have to do, Fives?” I asked as I approached with darts in both hands. I handed him a set, the one that was slightly heavier and unbalanced. 

Fives leaned in, his arm wrapping around my waist. 

“That thing you do with your tongue that I love so much,” he said lowly. I think he thought he was whispering, but thankfully 79s was loud enough that it didn’t matter. I chuckled at his words, knowing I’d probably be doing exactly what he was asking for anyway even after I won. 

He pulled away with a smacking kiss to my cheek and his smile was absolutely infectious. 

“What do you want if you win?” He asked me. “Even though you don’t stand a chance”

I seductively leant towards him, eyes darting between his eyes and grinning lips. 

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

Twenty minutes later, he was about to get his answer. The level at which I was pummeling him was ridiculous. Groups of clones had gathered around to watch and throw joking insults at Fives. None of them dared be serious though. They knew he didn’t stand a chance against me and that if they said anything seriously insulting, then they may find themselves with a dart hurtling towards their face. It only took one time for that to never happen again.

With a victorious cheer, I watched my last dart hit the bullseye dead center. Most would be upset over losing, but Fives wasn’t like most. He immediately ran over to me, wound his arms under my butt, and lifted me. I steadied myself by catching myself with my hands on his shoulders. He spun me around while many of the other onlooking soldiers toasted to me. The laugh that left me was one of absolute, unmitigated joy. Gripping both of his cheeks, I lowered my lips to his. 

When he put me down, the intoxicated man asked what he had to do now that I’d won. My joyous grin turned wicked. 

_______

“If I get caught the commander will kill me,” Fives muttered as he peered around the corner to check for incoming officers. 

“Cody was still at 79s with Rex when we left. You’ll be fine. Besides, I wouldn’t let him kill you,” I answered, shoving him down the hallway. He stumbled a bit, alcohol still heavily lingering in his system. 

“Of course he won’t kill you. He’s probably still dreaming about your ass,” Fives griped. One thing I adored about this man, he had never been jealous of my past relationships. 

I keyed into Cody’s door, still having access to his quarters. When the door opened, I strolled right in and made my way to his desk where I knew his data pad would be sitting. 

“The honor is all yours,” I told Fives as he took it from my hand. He mumbled under his breath as he tapped a few buttons on the screen. 

“There,” he said with a laugh. “The background of Commander Cody’s datapad is now a lovely picture of General Kenobi.”

“And you signed your name?” I questioned as I took the datapad from him. He gestured for me to inspect it myself and I keeled over laughing when I saw the screen. 

On it was an official picture of General Kenobi in his uniform, but written next to it was a note that said: 

Here’s a picture of your boyfriend. You’re welcome. 

Love, Fives

Carefully, I returned Cody’s datapad to where it had been sitting before we broke into his room. 

“Now,” I said to Fives as I went to leave. “Onto Rex’s room!”

_______

We were in the middle of switching Rex’s background to a picture of Anakin when I heard the access panel from the hallway beep.

“He’s coming!” I hissed. I looked to the door, ready to make an excuse, but as it whooshed open, I was shoved onto Rex’s bed. 

“Every man for themselves!” Fives yelled before sprinting past Rex and out of the room. I sputtered from my sprawled position on the bed, left alone to fend for myself. 

“So, Rexxie,” I said with a sheepish grin. “How was your night?”

_______

After I had told Rex what I had dared Fives to do, he had laughed it off and let me leave with a hug and a promise to record Cody beating up Fives tomorrow. 

Seeing as we were on leave, I made my way to Fives’ quarters instead of my own. I expected to find him there, but when the door whooshed open, he was nowhere to be found. I checked the connecting refresher, but he wasn’t there either. Maybe Cody had seen him running like a madman through the halls and detained him. I shrugged it off, knowing he’d make his way back eventually, and got ready for bed, throwing on one of Fives’ few non-regulation shirts. 

I cuddled into the bed and was almost asleep when the door to the room opened. All I heard was giggling. I rolled over to face him, and saw Fives giddy as a child standing there.

“What did you do?” I questioned with narrowed eyes. 

“Nothing,” He answered with faux indignation and the worst salute I’d ever seen. “I am an ARC Trooper. An exemplary soldier who abides by all of the rules and regulations of the GAR.” 

He was giggling again by the end of the sentence. I groaned, knowing that I’d eventually find out what mischief he’d been up to. Hopefully, it wouldn’t get me court martialed. 

I threw the covers next to me to the side and patted the bed. 

“Get your kit off and get your shebs in here,” I ordered. “I’m still going to do that thing with my tongue that you like.”

_______

I was woken by the sound of heavy, incessant knocking on the door. Fives groaned and rolled over, burying his head against my neck to block out the sound.

“Go away,” he groaned. It didn’t take the force to know the man was heavily hung over. 

“You’re lucky I love you,” I muttered as I climbed over him and out of the bed. I stumbled to the door and hit the button to open it. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, they widened. 

“What can I do for you this morning, Generals?” I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorway.

Obi-wan looked down and glanced my bare legs before averting his eyes, while Anakin just smirked at me. 

“We’re here to see your boyfriend,” Anakin said.

“I’m going to need to know why,” I returned. At my comment, Obi-wan looked like he was about to pull rank so I held up my hand to stop him and added;

“I need to know so I’m ready if I need to get my ass out of here and leave him to his own fate.”

Obi-wan finally cracked a smile and the two Jedi shared a look. With a sigh, the older jedi pulled a datapad from his robes and handed it to me. Dread washed over me as I began to guess where Fives had gone last night. My suspicions were confirmed when I looked at the screen and saw a picture of Commander Cody’s helmeted head edited onto a nearly naked body of a very buff man. There was a typed note next to it that said: 

Here’s some eye candy for you, General!

 Love, Fives

“I’m guessing the same thing is on your datapad, but with Rex’s bucket instead of Cody’s?” I asked Anakin sheepishly.

“That’s exactly what it is,” He confirmed. 

“Let me go put on some pants and then you can kill him,” I grumbled, turning to go back into the room, but paused when I saw another approaching figure. 

“Can someone please tell me why there's a picture of Wolffe on my datapad,” Master Plo Koon questioned. “And why it says ‘World's best dad?’”

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[apocalyp-tech-a]

Hi this is @clone-anon

When Tech asked if you wanted to come to 79's with him, you didn't hesitate. A few drinks and maybe getting to dance with him? That would be amazing. Even if it was just drinks and talking with him at the bar, it would be a night well spent.

Tech opened the door for you and you couldn't hide your smile. He placed a hand on your lower back and led you to a spot at the bar. You both sat down and ordered and so began the night. You both enjoyed your drinks, not in a rush to overindulge. You made comfortable conversation, and after your second drink, Tech heard a song he knew you liked and invited you on to the dance floor. He held out his hand and you took it without hesitation. It was as if no one else existed. Sure the warmth overtaking your bodies was part of the equation, but you only had eyes for each other.

As the night went on, you danced to all kinds of music and moved closer together so that by the time you were headed home, you were holding each other up, smiles plastered on your faces, Tech placing little kisses on your temple, and still swaying to music in each other's arms as you walked yourselves back home.

Tech placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and whispered, "You're the only dance partner for me, cyar'ika."

ASDFGHJK!!!!! Ermergerd! This is the most sweetest thing!!! This is just so perfect, what a super special surprise to get! And it helped to make me feel better after having a rough week. I can't believe I got to go to 79's with Tech after all and we had a lovely time!!! *CRYING HAPPY TEARS* 😭 Thank you so very much!!! And can I just say that what you do is just so incredibly thoughtful , generous, and sweet and you are definitely a beautiful star light in the universe. 🥰🌟💜