#Sergeant Hound X Reader

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Watch and Learn, City Boy (Taylor's Version)

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Sergeant Hound x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: fluff; SMUT; oral sex; PIV; playful partners; sex in a tent; dirty talk; Grizzer has seen some shit.

A/N: This was originally written for the Writer Wednesday week 1 challenge, and if you'd prefer to read a smut-free version, you can find it here. If you like spicy lemons, keep reading!

Want to read more Hound goodness? Check out this fic by @imarvelatthestars

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“Remind me why we’re doing this, again?” Hound grumbles as the two of you wrangle a pile of tent poles and canvas.

“Because the hotel didn’t allow massiffs,” you say, grunting a bit as you struggle with the heavy tent.

Technically, the hotel doesn’t allow clones, either, but you leave that unsaid. You had booked the room, paid the pet deposit, and traveled from Coruscant to Alderaan, only to be abruptly turned away at check-in. Before you left, you told the hotel concierge your opinion of their corporate bigotry, and now you are also banned for life. And so here the three of you are, setting up an ancient, decrepit canvas tent that you dug out of your parents’ attic.

Well, technically the two of you are setting up the tent while Grizzer explores your campsite, sniffing the lush greenery of Alderaan with interest. The massiff is accustomed to the hard plastcrete and rancid smells of Coruscant, and you wonder if she’s ever been in nature before.

“Relax,” you say. “I did this all the time growing up. It’ll be fun!”

“Sleeping in the dirt and eating rations is your idea of fun?” Hound asks.

“The tent has a floor,” you point out, “and believe me, we can do better than rations.”

Eventually, you wrestle the tent into submission and get two bedrolls laid out inside. The scent of old canvas, saturated with woodsmoke and memories, pulls you right back to your childhood: camping under the stars, swimming in the lake, lying in the sand and exploring the world around you. You can almost hear the shrieks of laughter and your father’s deep baritone as he sings a lullaby to you and your siblings.

You hang up a few strings of twinkle lights, and then, satisfied with the cozy little retreat you’ve created, you go back outside to get a campfire started. Hound is standing with his arms crossed, looking decidedly unimpressed with the entire situation.

“Has it occurred to you that there are wild animals in these woods?” he asks. “Gree told me about the wolf-cats of Alderaan.”

“Grizzer will keep us safe,” you reassure him. “Won’t you, girl? Who’s my sweet baby?”

Grizzer wiggles happily over to you and nuzzles into your chest as you squat to scritch behind her ear holes.

“Grizzer, have some dignity, for kark’s sake,” Hound says. “You are a soldier of the Republic, not a pampered lap-tooka.”

Grizzer ignores him and flops onto her back to beg for belly rubs. Seeing the way you fawn over the massiff, Hound can’t help but smile, remembering the day he met you.

“Grizzer! NO!” Hound chased after the bolting massiff as she charged an unsuspecting civilian in the middle of Monument Plaza. Grizzer had yanked the leash out of his hands and was running full-tilt through the scattering crowds. Too late, he saw her target: you. You were standing in the sun, laughing with a street vendor, and Hound would have taken a moment to appreciate your beauty if you hadn’t been directly in the path of certain doom. “Grizzer!” he shouted again. “Heel!” You turned toward the commotion with only a few meters between you and the charging massiff. Hound fought the urge to close his eyes before Grizzer launched herself and savaged you, but then something completely unexpected happened. You called out a word in a strange language, and the massiff skidded to a halt in front of you. You allowed her to sniff your hand, and then you pulled something out of your pocket and offered it to her. She took the treat and licked your hand as Hound finally caught up, heaving with exertion. “Sorry, ma’am,” he panted. “She slipped her leash. I don’t know what got into her.” You smiled up at him, and his heart thudded with more than just adrenaline when he saw the way your eyes sparkled. “She just smelled the treats,” you said with a shrug. “We always had massiffs when I was growing up, and I never got out of the habit of carrying a few treats in my pockets. I hope it’s all right that I gave her one; I really didn’t want to lose a hand.” In that moment, Hound knew he was utterly lost.

“Awww, is Daddy grumpy?” you coo at Grizzer as you rub her belly. “Is he a Cranky McGrumperson? Is he spreading his grumpy energy all over our campsite because he’s afraid to get his hands dirty?”

You shoot Hound a teasing look, and he stalks over to you, pulling you away from Grizzer and into his arms for a kiss. You sigh happily. You’ve been seeing Hound for a few weeks now, and you were hoping that a romantic trip to your home planet of Alderaan during his shore leave would give you an opportunity to take things to the next level. You had booked a room at a posh boutique hotel with a luxurious soaking tub and an incredible view of the mountains. Who knew the hoteliers would turn out to be gigantic dicks?

So you made a quick change of plans. You had been worried about Hound’s reaction to the idea of camping, but your other option was to take him to your parents’ home and sleep in your childhood bedroom, which… No thanks. Not the ideal setup for the intimate weekend you are planning.

You break away from Hound’s kiss feeling lightheaded. He’s an excellent kisser, and as you’ve discovered over the past weeks, a man who can kiss like that will bring a similar level of skill and enthusiasm to the bedroom (or the bedroll, as the case may be). Now all you have to do is coax him out of his sullen mood.

“Did I mention I happen to be an amazing cook?” you ask, fluttering your eyelashes.

His interest is immediately piqued. “How are you planning to cook out here?”

“Watch and learn, city boy,” you say with a grin.

One hour, two shaak steaks, and four bottles of ale later, Hound’s temper is remarkably improved. 

“Where did you learn to cook over an open fire like that?” he asks.

“My dad taught me,” you say as you pull out a deck of sabacc cards. “I told you we used to do this all the time when I was a kid. You in?”

He nods, so you shuffle and deal. 

“Your dad sounds like an interesting man,” he says. “Too bad he wasn’t home when we stopped by to get the camping gear. I’d like to meet him.”

You laugh, “Trust me, it’s better this way. You might be ready to take down the entire Separatist army, but you are not prepared for my parents’ boyfriend interrogation.”

“Boyfriend, is it?” Hound asks, his brown eyes twinkling.

“If you play your cards right,” you say with a smirk.

You play a few hands of sabacc, betting with pebbles since Hound doesn’t have any credits, and when it gets too dark to see the cards, you decide to change into pajamas. Grizzer goes into the tent with you and immediately flops down on a bedroll. When you’d packed for your trip, you were planning to be spending your nights in a luxury suite, and your choice of sleepwear was not exactly suited to the great outdoors, so you regretfully tuck away the lacy little chemise. You strip out of your clothes and pull on a pair of short shorts and an old Alderaan University hoodie—the best option you could find in your old bedroom at your parents’ house. 

When you leave the tent, Grizzer stays behind. Hound watches you with an unreadable expression, and you worry that he’s still not having a good time. It’s time to break out the big guns.

“Are you ready to have your mind blown, trooper?” you ask with a flirty look.

He sits forward immediately. “What did you have in mind?”

You bend over and rummage through the bags of groceries you’d bought on your way out of Aldera. When you straighten up, you notice his gaze lingering on your exposed legs. You toss him a packet of marshmallows.

“What are these for?” he asks.

You hand him a stick that you scavenged earlier in the day and teach him how to toast the marshmallows over the coals of the campfire. Hound’s immediately catches on fire, which you assure him is part of the experience. 

“It’s not a real s’more if the marshmallow isn’t at least thirty percent carbon,” you say.

You show him how to sandwich the resulting crispy, molten marshmallow in between layers of chocolate and sweet biscuits, and the bliss on his face when he tastes it for the first time makes the entire trip worthwhile. You haven’t eaten s’mores in years, and you’ve forgotten how rich they are. 

“I think I can only eat one,” you say.

“Not me,” he says. “I’ll eat the whole bag.”

You give him a delighted smile, pleased that he’s finally come around. Hound has such a sweet tooth. All the clones do, he tells you. Something to do with their enhanced metabolisms, and the fact that they rarely get to eat anything other than ration bars and bland mess hall food.

“These are incredible,” he mumbles around a bite. “Messy, though.”

“I can help with that,” you offer. You raise his hand to your mouth, licking the melted chocolate and marshmallow goo off his fingers. “After all, we both know you don’t like to get your hands dirty.”

His eyes widen, and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe. He swallows audibly. “You know, I take it back. Maybe camping isn’t so bad after all.”

You stand up and tug him to his feet, leading him to the tent. Inside, Grizzer has completely claimed one entire bedroll for herself.

“I guess we’ll have to share,” you say, already planning what kind of treat to give the massiff as a thank-you.

“Oh, no, anything but that,” Hound murmurs as he draws you close to him, running his hands down your back to squeeze your ass. “You know, with the lights on in the tent, I could see everything when you were changing.”

“Everything?” you ask, tipping your head back to gaze up into his beautiful amber eyes.

“Well, maybe not everything,” he admits. He slips a hand inside your hoodie to caress the bare skin of your back. 

“Maybe we should turn them off so we don’t scandalize all those wild animals you’re so worried about,” you tease.

“Let them watch,” he says, pulling you into a searing kiss.

Your tongue brushes against his softly. He tastes like sugar and chocolate, and you melt into him. Your hands roam over his body, sliding the jacket down his arms, tugging at his belt. You silently thank the Force that he’s wearing civvies instead of his armor. Once you’ve gotten his trousers off, you both sink to your knees onto the bedroll so you can take his shirt off without hitting the low ceiling of the tent. 

You press him backward until he’s lying down, and you move to straddle him. You’re still wearing your shorts and hoodie, and something about being fully clothed while sitting astride the very naked, very aroused man is intoxicating. You trail your hands over his smooth, brown skin, tracing his tattoos and massaging the hard muscles of his torso. He raises a hand to cup your face, and you kiss the gnarled, twisting scar on his forearm—a memento of a training accident with a young massiff. You roll your hips against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against you through your shorts. He slides his hands up under your hoodie, cupping your breasts before lifting the garment off over your head. The air is chilly, and your nipples stiffen instantly.

“Oh, fuck, look at those perfect tits,” he groans. “Come here, babygirl. Let me taste you.”

You lean forward, and he captures one of your nipples in his mouth. Jolts of arousal flash through you. His large, rough hands are warm against your back, and you can’t hold back a moan of pleasure.

Grizzer huffs an annoyed snort, and without looking at the massiff, Hound commands, “Grizzer, stand guard.”

She stands with a grumble and pushes out of the tent. You hear the heavy thump as she sits down outside the opening.

“Are you telling me you could have gotten that bedroll back this whole time?” you demand with mock severity.

“Where would have been the fun in that?” Hound asks with a smug grin. “Darlin’, you look hot as kriff in those shorts, but I think it’s time to take them off.”

He holds you against his body and flips both of you over in one smooth motion so you’re lying on your back. You let out a whoop of laughter at the unexpected movement.

“Shh, you don’t want the wolf-cats to hear you and come eat us,” he teases, nipping playfully at your skin as he kisses his way down your torso.

“That’s true,” you say. “I’d rather get eaten by a Hound.”

You raise your hips, and he tugs down your shorts, then lifts your legs in the air to remove them. Before you can lie back down, he kneels and drapes your thighs over his shoulders.

“Nice trick,” you say. “Is that the kind of quick thinking that got you into ARF training?”

“They only accept the best,” he says as he lowers his face to your body.

He dips his tongue into you, sliding over your clit and into your entrance without hesitation. You arch off the bedroll with a cry, and he lays a reassuring hand on your abdomen, pressing you back down as he feasts on you. With his other hand, he strokes up and down your thigh, finally coming to rest against your ass as he grazes his thumb over your pussy. 

“Oh, fuck, Hound, don’t stop,” you whisper.

“Hmm?” he asks, pulling away. “Sorry, what was that? I don’t think the wolf-cats heard you.”

“Kriff you, Hound, shut up and eat my pussy,” you laugh, tangling your hands in his long black curls and shoving his head back down. 

He chuckles against your clit and gets back to work. Between his clever tongue and his skilled fingers, he soon has you writhing and begging beneath him, and then he does something impossibly wonderful inside you, and you shatter with a hoarse moan, squeezing your thighs around his head as you grind against his mouth.

And then he is on you, sliding into your tight heat. He fucks you without mercy, wringing a second orgasm out of you almost before you finish your first. You hold on for dear life as he pounds into you, growling words of praise and filth into your ear.

“Look at you, beautiful girl, taking my cock like a champ. Love the way you wrap those soft, perfect thighs around me, oh fuck, sweetheart. So warm, so fucking wet. Come on, baby, think you’ve got one more in you?”

You nod weakly and let out an incoherent sound, unable to form words. He reaches down to rub your clit, pressing against your lower belly. Faster than you think possible, you feel your body winding in on itself again.

“That’s my girl, my pretty girl. Fuck yeah, baby, come on—kark, you feel amazing, oh shit,” he pants. “Give me one more, honey, before I fill your sweet little pussy up with my cum. One more for your grumpy daddy, come on love.”

“YES!” you scream as the tension in your body snaps again and you convulse around his cock, bucking up against him over and over until your head is empty and your body is swamped with bliss.

He follows you into his own orgasm, thrusting hard as he empties deep inside you and collapses onto you, breathing hard. 

“Fuck, baby,” he says. “You’re incredible.”

You lie that way for a long time, tangled together, until he raises himself off of you to lie on his side as he plays with your hair. You turn to face him.

“Daddy?” you ask with a tiny smile.

He shrugs. “It felt right in the moment. Did it bother you?”

You shake your head. “Nope. Just filing it away for future reference.”

He laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead, and within moments, you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The soft light of an early summer morning filters through the canvas of the tent. You awaken slowly, feeling deliciously warm and safe. As you drift towards consciousness, you feel weight pressing against you from both sides, and you realize that at some point during the night, Grizzer has joined you and Hound on your bedroll, sandwiching you between her and the trooper. You are wrapped securely in Hound's strong arms, your legs tangled between his, and his fingers are interlaced with yours. You hear the melodic chirpings of avian-song outside the tent, and you snuggle closer to Hound, feeling his warm, even breaths against your shoulder, and lower, something suspiciously hard nudges against your thigh.

It may not be the romantic getaway you had planned, but this may be your favorite holiday ever.

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Tagging: @blueink-bluesoul @secondaryrealm @spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @imarvelatthestars

[littlemissmanga]

Hound Thots

Guys, Hound has been living in my head rent-free and distracting me from my WIPs for the past day thanks to Fireworks by @imarvelatthestars and Watch And Learn, City Boy (Taylor's Version) by @dystopicjumpsuit.

So, to be able to return to my WIPS, I gotta write these down now. Will probably do a whole fic but for now ...

SFW

It's almost time for his shift, so Hound is circling your apartment, gathering everything he needs. The last thing is getting Grizzer ready. But when he whistles, the massif doesn't come.

Scouting the living room, he sees his partner curled up on the couch next to you.

You are sound asleep, with Grizzer pressed against your side keeping you away from the edge of the couch, his head protectively over your shoulder.

The sight nearly knocked him down. Massifs weren't overtly social animals, but once they recognized someone as part of their pack, they were extremely loyal. And Grizzer clearly decided you were his to protect.

With the serene look on your sleeping face, Hound couldn't help but agree. Despite being responsible for all of Coruscant along with the rest of the guard, he wanted you to be his to protect, to cherish.

Hound doesn't know where the gall comes from, but he finds he can't resist leaning forward to press the softest kiss to your forehead.

But he can't. Grizz moves to block him, huffing angrily, keen on maintaining your trust that he would keep you undisturbed in your sleep.

"Oh kriff off, you mutt." Hound mumbles with no real bite. Despite the denial, he secretly loves how keen Grizzer was on keeping you safe. But duty doesn't care about that the way he did.

"Grizz, off." is answered only by a whine. But when Hound holds up his partner's collar, the massif finally caves, knowing it was time to work.

The pair make their way to the front door, with Hound casting one last look over his shoulder where you slept peacefully. He would do everything he could to keep this planet safe for you.

NSFW below the cut ...

This is gonna be less lazy writing of a scene and more just thots

Hound is a switch, hard core, though he's not into those labels. He's a guy who's comfortable in his skin and just wants to have fun, adjusting the dynamic based on his and your needs that day.

He loves watching you take the lead, seeing in your actions just how much you actually want him. It makes him feel desired and powerful, and he genuinely gets off seeing you take your pleasure. Naturally, he's favorite position like this is watching you ride him, but from a sitting position, where he can still reach you.

But when he's in a mood, he gets into primal play. It's one of the few times this side of his personality comes out. He and you know he'll always be gentle, always keep you safe. But when he is most needy, most in need of reassurance, he'll take it, maneuvering you onto your stomach, laying you flat, pressing himself of top of you from torso to groin and taking you from behind, his thighs on either side of yours, giving him leverage and keeping you still so all you can do is take him. His whole weight helps press his cock deeper into you, needing to feel every inch of you around him and under him.

He'll sneak his arms under you, one crossing your hip so he can rest a hand over your lower stomach, pressing firmly there before moving further south. The other is nestled up the center of your chest to hold your throat - not to choke or squeeze, but just to hold you, reinforcing his position and his mental hold on you. And it helps in pulling you up slightly so he can mouth at your neck and shoulders before he claims your mouth

Hound nipping only slightly playfully at the back of your neck, right on the vertebra.

Man has a massive praise kink - giving and receiving. Narrate to him exactly how he's making you feel good and oh boy does that get his engine going even more. Especially if you pair the praise with soft touches, even in the middle of a rougher session. Soft touches (one may even say heavy petting) make this man fucking melt. And he gives as good as he gets, whining mostly, interspersed with growls and groans and "good girl/boy" every so often.

"So good for me, baby. So kriffing good, squeezing my cock so tight. It's not too much, right? Of course not. My good [girl/boy/petname] can take it all."

Also has a massive creampie kink. Not breeding kink, cause he's unsure about kids - likes them in theory but it's just so far outside his realm of experience it's not something he's thought much about - but his brain stops working when he pulls out of you and sees his cum dripping down your tights to pool on the bed under you. He likes the possessiveness of it, of leaving part of himself in you even after he's done.

Afterwards, all he wants to do is hold you. You eventually will have to negotiate him letting you to go the restroom to clean up, but that will usually get delayed by how long he wants to keep you in his arms, reassuring that you're here, you enjoyed yourself, you're happy and satisfied and safe and it's because of him. Honestly, after an intense session, this man just wants to nest - blankets, bed, cuddles and takeout when he eventually gets hungry. You or his patrol duties usually ruin that fantasy for him but on his rare days off, you indulge him and it genuinely restores like a year to his life when he gets to basically cocoon with you.

[clone-anon]

In the US the 4th of July is tomorrow and there will be so many fireworks. I have ptsd and hate fireworks. I always cry into a ball of blankets and try to hide. Can I get some love (maybe some cuddles) from any of the Coruscant Guard please?

I hope no one minds this jumping to the front of the request line as it seems time-sensitive. You are not alone in your reaction to fireworks, Anon. I wrote this with platonic cuddles with Hound and gn!reader, although could be potentially romantic / early relationship. Grizzer makes an appearance.

You'd dreaded it the entire day. Everyone was out celebrating, but you knew the annual fireworks display would be the cause of personal stress. This was a massive celebration and there was no way you could travel to any location that wouldn't have fireworks, not without leaving the planet. You spent part of the day with friends, including some of the Coruscant Guard. Your close friend worked for a senator and had started inviting them to group events. You enjoyed time eating and hanging out with them, and especially loved sitting with Hound as Grizzer convinced you to share your food. You tried to take your mind off of it, but when it came time for everyone to get ready for the fireworks display, you said your goodbyes.

Hound caught your hand as you were about to leave. "Everything okay?"

You tried to smile and nodded, but your eyes gave it away.

"Anything I can help with," Hound asked gently.

You shrugged. "I don't like fireworks."

He nodded slowly as the weight of those words offered a realization and he said, "Do you want company?"

You thought about it. You'd never asked anyone to support you during this, always quietly leaving and not wanting to bother anyone. Then, Grizzer came closer to you, almost like he was offering too.

"Okay," you replied.

Hound and Grizzer walked home with you. It was almost night and you knew they would start at any moment. You grabbed the biggest blanket you had and sat on the couch, Hound watching for any indication of what you might need, not sure how to ask and not wanting to seem like he was prying. The first burst hit the sky and your body shook, cowering under the blanket as tears came to your eyes. Hound sat next to you and held his arms open. You crawled into his lap and he held you. Grizzer laid down on the couch, offering support by leaning on both of you.

You noticed Hound had some tears in his eyes and his core seemed to shake when there was another boom.

"You don't like them either," you said.

He tried to smile. "Not particularly, no."

You moved the blanket so it was wrapped around all three of you and you huddled together for support. You stayed that way, both of you feeling better with someone who understood. Grizzer's calmness helped both of you and eventually, you all laid down in the couch in a cuddle pile, you laying on top of Hound and Grizzer laying along your legs, head resting on Hound's foot.

When a tear escaped your eye after a huge boom, you felt him gently wipe it away and whispered "It's okay." When he startled after a crackling burst, you gave him a squeeze to remind him he wasn't alone either. Most of the night was little exchanges of support and Hound telling you how he would usually rely on Grizzer in times like these.

"Now we both have Grizzer," he said, "and each other."

"Yes we do," you replied. "I'm glad you came."

After the fireworks were done and your bodies had some chance to settle a little, you fell asleep to the feeling of each other breathing a little easier.

[queen--kenobi]

I’d love to hear your nsfw thots on the corries

Hhhmmm what haven't I covered

Okay. Thire eats ass and does so like a pro. I think he's old enough he's not ashamed of his desires and doesn't shy away from some of them

Thorn jokes about eating ass but is too chicken to actually do it

Fox won't admit it, but he prefers receiving to giving oral. Likes watching you choke on his cock

Tbh if you want to make Fox go nuts, blow him but take charge doing it. Make it fully on your terms, and Fox will be putty. He gets to give up control and gets a blowjob? Sold

People think Hound is the most vanilla but it's actually Thorn. Hound has "the shy ones are always kinky" type deals going on. Thorn just wants to laugh and have fun during sex

I feel like Hound could have a Daddy kink? Idk I'm torn because on the one hand, no. But on the other hand, I think he's a soft dom, and that title tends to go with soft Dom stuff

Maybe situational Daddy kink

Do not call Fox Daddy he does not fuck with that. Hard fucking no

Thire is a thighs and ass man. For this reason, summer is his favorite season

[starrylothcat]

Congratulations on 200 followers!!! 🥳

I would like to submit this cute fic I read recently called "Fireworks" by @imarvelatthestars.

https://www.tumblr.com/imarvelatthestars/721639235239673856/fireworks?source=share

It's a Hound x Fem!Reader fic with no warnings.

It's reminiscent of the beginning of 100 Dalmations, you know, where two dog owners meet by chance and fall in love?

It's cute, fluffy, fun, romantic, and all around just a lovely story. It even made me fall in love with my first Corrie Guard (which is an incredibly difficult feat, so kudos to the author!) 😁

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Thank you for the submission! I just want to say…I LOVE THIS FIC! I did some dog training back in the day and this fic brought back a lot of memories, haha!

It’s sweet, funny, romantic…if you’re not a Hound fan, you will be after reading this!

Starry’s Spread the Love Event

[ciramaris]

My Stories

Warnings are on each Story- in the Top. Most of them are SFW. Exceptions are listed below.

Story Guide:

🔞 Adult content (I do not write Smut.)

♨️ Ambigious

🤬Verbal Insults

🥰Fluff

⚔Canon typical violence

🩹Mention of Injury

👻Nightmare

💋 making out

🍷 Alcohol

😵 Reader has a Fainting Condition

Marshall Commander Fox

Dreams 🥰⚔🩹🤕👻

Commander Thorn

Commander 🥰⚔🩹🤕

Sergeant Hound

Comming Home ♨️🥰⚔🩹💋

Coruscant Guard

Christmas Cookie Baking🥰🍷

Main Masterlist

[rare-clone-fic-exchange]

The Sweetest Constant

Pairing: ARF Trooper Hound x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sergeant Hound comes to your pet store needing supplies for his new K9. Fluff ensues.

Warnings: None. Hound is a perfectly sweet cinnamon roll who does no wrong and I am taking no questions.

Word Count: 2260

A/N: Written for the amazing @the-bad-batch-baroness! Hope you enjoy it lovely!

A few notes/translations before we start:

Centaxday - second day of the Galactic Standard Calendar week

Zhellday - fourth day of the Galactic Standard Calendar week

Besom - ill-mannered lout, unhygienic person, someone with no manners

It was Centaxday the first time you met. The gentle jingle of the bell as the door of your humble shop opened brought you back from your daydream. You rose from your seat to greet the Coruscant Guard ARF trooper who strolled him. His armor was shiny and unblemished. The kit paint looked freshly applied. His kama possessed no blaster burns yet.

“‘Mornin’.” His warm baritone crackled through the vocoder of his helmet. You couldn’t see his face but you could hear a tinge of excitement in his greeting.

“Good morning! What can I do for you, sir?”

“Ahh no sir, please.” He waved a dismissive hand before it came to rest on the back of his neck. “Sergeant Hound. But just Hound is fine. Gettin’ my K9 tomorrow and I want to make sure she’s set.”

“You came to the right place, Hound! Have a look around and let me know if you have any questions.”

He bounced on the balls of his feet before he stepped away from you, his elation palpable. He had the energy of a child receiving their first pet and you loved watching this grown man trying to reel in the abundance of joy bubbling through the shiny white and red armor.

He tried to appear casual as he meandered through your shop eyeing various pet accessories, treats, and food. You watched him curiously as he ran his hands over a fluffy pink puppy sweater, with all the ardor of an expectant father. You’d only ever seen the Corries from a distance and you were slightly awestruck by his presence. Respectful yet commanding, he walked with a confidence that made him incredibly attractive even having not seen his face. And his obvious excitement about his new K9 may have been the most attractive thing you’d seen ever.

You cleared your throat. “I don’t mean to pry but what will your K9 be?”

He glanced over from the shelves of treats. “Massiff. She’s still a pup. We start training tomorrow.”

You circled around the counter, coming to stand to his right. Even through the armor he smelled wonderful, woodsy and fresh.

“These.” You pointed at a large blue box with a cartoon massif on the front. “These are my best selling massiff treats. Everyone who buys them raves about how much their pooches love them!”

He tilted his helmet toward you before taking the box from the shelf. “Thanks. Any other suggestions?” The lightness to his tone betrayed the smile hidden under the helmet.

You nodded and guided him around the store. Soon his arms were stacked high with collars, leashes, dishes, a training clicker, food, a bed, and the pink sweater, just the right size for a wee massiff.

You packed everything for him in a box and he informed you the GAR would be picking up the bill.

You slumped in your chair once he’d left, overwhelmed by how quickly you’d taken to a man whose face you’d never seen. A face, you’d assumed you’d never see.

It was Zhellday when you saw him again.

The park near your shop was the ideal place for you to take your kima pup; minimal crowds, quiet, and slow paced. It allowed for a slow transition into socializing for your excessively anxious puppy. At least that was the case on most days.

“Grizzer! Grizzer! Stop! Heel! Grizzer, you besom!!”

You spun around, hearing the frantic voice accompanied by enthusiastic yelps quickly approaching you. You snatched up your bitty kima as he trembled like a leaf in the wind. The grinning massiff pup donning a familiar pink sweater came skidding to a halt at your feet. Not far behind was the slobbery pup's handler.

“I am so sorry about her! We just started training and she’s still excitable!” He huffed, catching his breath as he bent over to pick up the leash.

You blinked in disbelief at first. You hadn’t seen his face when he’d come to your store a few days prior. He’d been decked out in his entire kit last time. Today he only had on armor from the waist down and his kama. His broad shoulders and chest were accentuated by the skin tight black body glove with the Galactic Roundel emblazoned on it. Behind the warmth of his brown eyes was a spark that threatened to outshine the galaxy. Those same mesmerizing eyes studied you intently while a bashful blush darkened his ears.

His hair was shaved into a tidy undercut with the extra length tied into a bun in the back. He puffed, pushing the dark curls from his sweaty forehead.

“It’s okay. I get it. Puggle is still pretty excitable too. But…” you held up your own pup. “He’s a little smaller than…Grizzer was it?”

He looked away sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, Grizzer.”

“And you’re Hound, right?”

He chuckled. “You remember me.”

“I couldn’t forget a Corrie who bought his massiff a pink sweater. Looks great on her by the way.”

Grizzer danced around your feet with happy tippy taps and impatient whines. She looked from you to Hound and gave her butt an excited wiggle.

Hound grinned proudly. “Yeah she’s pretty cute. Pink is definitely her color. She loves those treats by the way.”

You beamed at his praise, delving into a hundred questions about how training was coming along and if he needed more supplies. Eventually you bid each other farewell for the second time and you prayed to the Force it wouldn’t be the last.

Days turned into weeks. Whether it was the Force or something more intentional, you and Hound encountered each other with increasing frequency. Sometimes you’d see him on duty patrolling the park where you walked Puggle. Sometimes he was training Grizzer there, half clad in armor, often drenched in sweat under the exertion of handling his enthusiastic massif. If you managed to catch his attention he always gave you a friendly wave. And sometimes he showed up at your shop unannounced. It was always under the guise of making a purchase (always charged to the GAR). But his visits were becoming more frequent and accompanied by fewer purchases. Not that you were bothered. He was divinely handsome, charming, and sweet as chocolate covered camby berries. To say you were enraptured by him was an understatement.

He’d often spend hours leaning against the counter, his bucket casually resting next to him as he chatted with you about anything and everything under the Coruscant sun. He loved telling you about his brothers. Fox and his caf addiction and inability to decompress. Thorn and his penchant for chaos. Thire and his smart mouth that always got him into trouble. Stone’s endless patience and his refusal to engage in small talk of any kind. You loved seeing his face animate as he talked about them, his love and adoration for his brothers was apparent.

He was funny. You often found yourself laughing until you had tears streaming down your cheeks and both of you were gasping to catch your breath through fits of giggles. He was thoughtful as well, volunteering to help with heavy orders or reaching the top shelves. It was those times that your heart fluttered as if it were a butterfly trying to escape captivity. Especially when your hands would brush in passing or he would press into your back, caging you in as he lifted boxes over your head.

However, it was his love for animals that had bewitched you entirely. You’d watched him carefully tend frighted song sparrows and tookas in the park with no hesitation. He’d rescue cornered pikobis so they wouldn’t shed their tails. He even told you about the time he snuck an injured crown finch back to the Corrie Guard barracks and nursed it back to health during his off-duty time with the help of his brother, Stone.

He’d talk for hours about his precious Grizzer. His animated hands gesticulating wildly as he shared story after story about the trouble his “sweet Grizzy girl”- as he called her - would get into. Including the time the rambunctious pup invaded his brother Fox’s footlocker and chewed a hole in the rear end of his body glove. A hole that was only noticed when Thire made a snarky shebs joke at Fox’s expense when he’d taken his kit off for the evening. He laughed as he recalled Fox putting him on ‘fresher duty as payback.

The more he visited you, the more your conversations flowed, and the more you realized you may be falling for him. And then one evening Hound stayed a little longer than usual. You both had been so consumed in each other’s company that it wasn’t until the beeping of him commlink that you both realized how late it was.

“Stang! It’s 1130! Fox is gonna kill me!”

“Kriff! I’m sorry Hound!”

“S’alright! Any punishment I get will be worth it.” The impish wink he shot you nearly melted you faster than the lava flows of Mustafar. “I’ll escort you home. A pretty lady shouldn’t be walking home in the middle of the night.”

He pulled his helmet on and waited patiently as you completed all of the closing tasks before guiding you out the door with a hand that only just ghosted the small of your back. The late night breeze cooled your cheeks that burned hot by just his presence. You found yourself glancing at him and staring just seconds too long. Long enough for him to catch you. You couldn’t see his expression behind the visor of his helmet but the light bounce to his shoulders had you assuming he was chuckling. The conversation in the shop was easy but now you were the only two walking through the little Coruscant neighborhood. The intimacy of walking so close that your hands brushed each other left you wanting for words. You wanted him to know. To know how you felt. You were dying to paint a masterpiece of your feelings on his very soul. And that thought terrified you.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you almost missed your apartment, stumbling clumsily to a stop. “This is me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, disappointed that you’d wasted your time with him.

“Hmm.” He shifted his weight from leg to leg, tapping the toes of his boots on the ferrocrete.

“I’ll…see you around I guess? Thank you for walking with me. And spending the evening with me. I hope you don’t get in trouble for it.”

He pulled his helmet off, shaking his unkempt curls loose. He pressed a hand to the wall behind you, partially caging you in. His eyes locked on yours, holding your gaze with a cocked eyebrow and a smile that was far too alluring. Your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, swallowing thickly.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, princess. I’m the baby brother. Pretty sure I could shoot the chancellor himself and my brothers would cover for me.”

You giggled, instinctively pressing a hand to his chest plate.

Glancing down at your hand and then back at your lips, he smirked, leaning in and stopping just short of your mouth, allowing his breath to fan across your lips. “There is one more thing though, before I get back to patrol duty. Been on my mind all evening.”

“What’s that?” Your breath was shaky as you instinctively leaned closer.

He closed the space between you, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and chaste while his hand remained anchored to the wall behind you. As he pulled back he allowed his eyes to travel along every inch of you, unable to conceptualize the euphoria he was wading through. You pulled him back, firmly this time. Your tongue teased his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he happily permitted. You swallowed his moan as his hand drifted to your cheek in soft caressing strokes.

When you finally separated, both awash in the glow of the evening and chests heaving heavy breaths, he spoke again. “I get off duty at 0600. I’ll be back and I’m taking you for caf.”

“Charged to the GAR?”

“If we talk about training Grizzer, I can write it off as a work expense.” He gave a cheeky grin.

“And what if I want to talk about you?” You cooed softly, tracing the outline of his chest plate.

“I can still tell Fox it was a work expense. Like I said, I’m the favorite. I’ll see you in the morning, mesh’la.” He slipped his helmet back on and started to leave.

He paused and spun back on his heel, lifting his helmet once more. He grabbed your hand and pressed one final kiss to it before jogging back toward his patrol route.

You’d never gotten ready for bed so quickly. But the sooner you fell asleep, the sooner you’d be seeing Hound again; an event that couldn’t happen soon enough. He was, after all, the sweetest constant you’d ever known.

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May I request:

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• romantic

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Kiss Me

Hound x GN!Reader

Pairing: Hound x GN!Reader

Tags & Warnings: fluff, stalker-ish, light angst

Word Count: 300

Author's Note: Moon, sweetie, thank you so much for sending in a request for my event 🥺 I love Hound and was so excited when I saw that you asked for him! I really wanted to go a little further with this one, but that darn 300 word limit stopped me 😒Who knows though, maybe I'll make it into a full-length fic someday! As always, please enjoy 💚

Your pace quickens as you walk down the neon lit street. You take a few random turns, periodically peeking over your shoulder at the man walking your same path. Your unease begins to turn into anxiety as you believe he must be following you. You’ve been trying to lose him, but you're running out of ideas and places to go.

You steal another look behind you and make a sharp turn down the next street. However, your escape is interrupted when you crash into something hard. You gasp and fall backwards onto your butt. When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by a massif sniffing your feet. You startle, but let your eyes follow its leash up to the Coruscant Guardsman holding it.

“Are you alright?” Hound asks, stretching his hand out to help you up. “That was quite a hard hit.” 

You stare at the ARF trooper blankly before getting an idea. "Pretend to be my boyfriend," you say.

"I'm sorry?" Hound questions, wondering if he heard you wrong.

"Kiss me," you insist as you step closer to him.

"What?" Hound takes a nervous step back.

You take a step forward. "Please," you whisper. "Help me. He’s been following me since I left the bar."

Hound can hear the desperation in your voice, and looks behind you to see a man coming around the corner. Without further thought, Hound places his hand on the small of your back and pulls you against him. He lifts up his bucket and presses his lips against yours. After a moment, he breaks the kiss, plants another on your forehead, and watches as the man turns.

“He’s leaving,” Hound says as he lets you go.

“Thank you,” you sigh in relief, before looking at him and smiling. “Can I buy you a caf?”

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Must Love Massiffs

Summary: You meet an unexpected person at the park who happens to have a massiff just like you.

Pairing: Sergeant Hound x GN!Reader

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Name calling.

A/N: If you can't tell, I got this idea from the romcom "Must Love Dogs" starring Diane Lane and John Cusack lol. I'm a diehard romantic. Always. Anyway, I'd not written anything for Hound yet, so here we are! <3

Your day hadn’t started off well. First, you got let go from your job at the bank that you had worked at for the last six years. Then, you spilled your coffee all over your new leather seats of your speeder. And finally, your massiff, Zio, had gotten out and ran down your street toward the park so now, you’re chasing after her trying to make sure she doesn’t scare someone or get run over. 

A great fucking day, right? Just the absolute best. What next?

“Zio!” You call out, losing her out of your sight. 

“This fucking massiff.” You grumble. “I knew I should have taken the lazy tooka home…” 

You grumble, but you love Zio with your entire heart. Normally, she’d wait for you to put her leash on, so the fact that she ran out the door like that kind of worries you.

“WOAH! DOWN BOY!” You hear someone in the park shout. “DOWN GRIZZER!”

You turn around and start running immediately, seeing Zio sniffing out another excited massiff and his Coruscant Guard owner. 

“Zio, down!” You yell, a little afraid that this guy could hurt Zio or even arrest you.

You really didn’t know much about the Coruscant Guard other than they were basically glorified detectives and worked closely with the chancellor, senate, and Jedi. People you didn’t really care much for. “Do you mind?” The clone snaps at you in a rude, modulated voice. “Don’t you know what a leash is?” 

You glare at him, pulling Zio back toward you, leashing her. “Obviously that’s what I was trying to do, thanks.” “This is a leash-only park.” The Corrie tells you, ignoring your comment.

“Yeah, I know, asshole.” You finally get her to sit. “She ran out and I’ve been chasing her for six blocks. You gonna arrest me or something? Because if not, I’ve got places to be.” 

You get a look at his intricately decorated helmet. It’s different from any Corrie helmet you’ve ever seen. It actually looks really cool, but you’re not gonna tell this asshole that. It has grey and white jags with a red V that goes down over the visor from the top. It’s interesting. But unfortunately, the helmet belongs to a dick.

“Okay, great.” You nod when he says nothing, walking Zio away. “Let’s go, Zio.” 

When you get to the edge of the park and let Zio do her business there, you look back at the Corrie and he’s still watching you with a tilted head. Whatever. You turn back around and then head home once Zio is done. 

“You’re rotten, you know that?” You talk to her, shaking your head. 

She looks back at you slightly, clearly pleased with herself. 

“Sorry, girl. It’s been a long day…” You sigh. 

When you get home, you let Zio off the leash and feed her dinner then go and sit down on the couch. 

Now what? Job hunting… that’s what.

When Zio is done scarfing down her dinner, she comes and lays on the couch with you, putting her head on your lap, sweetly, as you search the holonet for the help wanted ads.

“It’s impossible to stay upset with you, you know that?” You pet her scaly skin and she rolls over so you can rub her belly. “I think you do actually know that.”

The next day, on your walk with Zio you can’t help but wonder if that Corrie from yesterday will be there. Not that you particularly care, you just want to steer clear of him.

You sit down on the park bench, pulling out your book after you make sure to clip Zio to the bench. 

“Zio, sit.” You tell her. 

She does and you give her a treat, patting her on the head and then open your book. While you read a couple chapters of your book, she lays at your feet, enjoying the warm Coruscant sun on her scaly skin. 

“Good girl.” You pat her again and then go back to your book.

“Um, excuse me.” You hear a familiar voice that you were really hoping to not hear. 

This time the voice wasn’t modulated, though. With a roll of your eyes, you sit your book down and look up at the Corrie. Except you were expecting a regular looking clone. Not an incredibly handsome bearded one with longer blond highlighted hair that’s pulled back out of his face.

To say you're stunned is an understatement. You’re practically speechless and you know your jaw must be on the ground. 

“Hi.” He smiles. “We met yesterday?” 

You look down at his massiff, you think his name was Grizzer, he’s got on his leash. Grizzer sniffs at Zio, who seems uninterested today. Maybe she was unimpressed after yesterday.

“I remember. Are you here to arrest me today?” You look up at him with a straight face.

“Actually, I came to bring you this.” He offers you a cup of caf. “We got off on the wrong foot.”

“Yeah, you were a bit of an asshole.” You nod. 

“I was… I’m sorry.” He continues to hold the caf out for you. “It was a bit of a rough day yesterday.”

“Yeah, me too…” You take the cup from him and scoot down the bench a bit as a way of asking him to sit. “Sorry about that.”

He nods and sits a little bit away from you, giving you space, and clips Grizzer to the bench. Zio sits up again, staring at Grizzer and the Corrie, still deciding if they’re a threat.

“No uh, helmet today?” You ask him, taking a sip of the caf, which is black. 

You reach into your bag for a few sweetener packets and then put the empty packets into your jacket pocket to throw away at home. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know how you took it.” The Corrie apologizes. 

“No worries. I always keep sweetener packets on me for when strangers offer me caf.” You smile finally. 

“Really?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No.” You chuckle.

He lets out a laugh, which you unfortunately can’t help but notice is nice and makes you smile a bit more.

“But yeah, no helmet today. I was um… hoping I’d run into you today and I didn’t want you to see me as a threat.” He admits.

Oh. “That’s very… thoughtful.” You nod.

He pats Grizzer on the head and then looks at you again. “I’m Hound.” 

You tell him your name and he smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you. Again, that is.” 

“Likewise. And this is Grizzer?” You nod at the massiff which is still sitting with his tongue hanging out, still watching Zio.

“Yeah. My good ol’ boy.” He rubs Grizzer’s head again. “Zio, right?” 

You nod, touched that he remembered her name. “Yeah.” 

“Well, it’s really good to meet you both.” He grins. 

You both sit there and sip your caf in comfortable silence, watching as your massiffs both lay back down, not missing that they’re pointed toward each other. 

“Is it okay if I ask why you had a rough day?” Hound asks after a while.

“Oh… I lost my job… and then spilled caf in my speeder… and then this brat got out.” You nod down at Zio before looking at him again. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He tells you.

You can tell he’s genuinely sorry. You shrug, though. 

“I’ll figure it out.” You look out at the park.

“What did you do?” He asks.

“I worked at a bank as a teller for the last six years.” You sigh. “It wasn’t the greatest job in the entire world, but I’m fluent in many languages and I enjoyed seeing different people every day, you know?”

“Well… um… I know that my commander was looking to hire a receptionist for the chancellor.” Hound tells you. “If that’s something you’d be interested in?”

It’s sweet that he’s thinking of you like this, but you hate Palpatine. The man is a creep and gives you extremely bad vibes. Anytime you see him on the news, you can’t help but think that he looks like he’d be a villain in a movie.

“Yeah, no. I hate that guy.” You smile. “But thank you… seriously.” 

“So do we.” Hound shrugs. “Hate him, that is…”

You admire his honesty. You’d not dealt with many clones so you don’t have much to compare him to, but you’re surprised you’re enjoying Hound’s company. 

“He doesn’t care about the clones… just wants us to win his war.” Hound finishes his coffee and looks down at Grizzer.

Your heart breaks for him, this man you don’t really know. Him and the other clones. You’re not ignorant. You know that people don’t treat them like the human being that they are. It’s not right.

“Well, I better get home. I have to get cracking on the job hunting.” You tell him, not making a move to get up.

You don’t exactly want to leave, but you really do have a bit of a busy day planned. 

“If you’re not too busy in the morning… There’s this great breakfast spot near the Senate Dome that allows Grizzer in… I’m sure they’d let Zio in too?” He asks, taking a sip of his caf.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I am.” He grins. “Even though you think I’m an asshole.”

“Used to…” You laugh. “But yes. Breakfast sounds nice.” 

You pull out an old business card, write your comm channel on it, and give it to Hound. 

“Send me the details.” You smile, unclipping Zio and standing up.

Hound does the same with Grizzer. “I’ll send you the deets.”

You chuckle. “Can’t wait.”

Turning with Zio, you start walking but hear Hound say “Grizz… did I really just say ‘deets’? Maker, I’m such a di’kut.”

You can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you continue walking home, already looking forward to the next morning.

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Four Hours

Plot: You meet Hound while awaiting jury duty and hit it off.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1076

Author’s Note: Inspired by a four-hour wait for jury duty last year. @diviluscorner, I did it! Finally.

You sighed, shifting again in the uncomfortable chair in the hallway that was both dim and sharply lit by artificial lights. First, your entire week is upended by the call, and then they ask you to sit for most of the day to see if you’re even needed. Four hours to wait? The thought of it was exhausting, let alone the process.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a massif with a brown harness and leash stopped to sniff, then sit at your feet. The creature’s tongue lolled out as it looked up at you as its handler caught up.

The Corrie Guard handling this reptilian creature turned to you and you froze. This one was different from the others with the fabric hanging from his helmet with sharp grey teeth painted on it. Were you about to get in trouble? Oh, stars, what did the massif think he smelled on you?

“Are you alright?” the Corrie Guard asked, his voice distorted partially by his modulator.

You chuckled nervously. “I’m fine. I just don’t relish the idea of waiting four hours to see if I’m needed or not for the jury.”

He tilted his head. “Four? That’s pretty unusual, even for this court.”

“Ugh, when one of you guys notices, that means it’s extra special,” you laughed in an attempt to seem calm. “If it wasn’t, I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me that.”

He laughed, too. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

You both fell into silence for a moment before he spoke again. “Got something you’d rather be doing?”

“Rather than waiting? Yeah. I’m not good at sitting on my hands and waiting. I like to be busy, and these chairs are very uncomfortable.”

“And what do you usually do?”

 “I’m a mechanic, down at Grand Old Republic Motors.” You shrugged.

He laughed again. “You must see a lot of our faces down there, then.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I do actually.”

“I take it that’s why you’re not afraid of talking to me?”

You laughed. “Well, I’ll admit, I did think for a second you were going to confront me about something. Even my sighing.”

“Of course not. Just because it’s a right to be judged by peers, doesn’t mean the system jurors are chosen through doesn’t have its snags.”

“Sure does.”

“I’m Sergeant Hound, by the way.”

You smiled. “Y/N. I think Commander Fox has mentioned you a couple times. Something about a grizzly getting his teeth around a fuel injector?”

Sergeant Hound sighed. “I was scrubbing the floor for weeks after Grizzer got himself into that mess.”

“You, I take it?” you asked the massif in front of you in amusement. He was sitting at your feet and wagging his thick tail. His tongue lolled out again and he looked ready to play.

“He’s the group’s massif, and there are a couple of them but he only listens to me, so he kind of is mine.”

You grinned. “He seems like the goodest boy.”

The sergeant nodded. “He likes to think that, but he also has a chaotic streak in him.”

The two of you talked off and on, him coming back every so often to check on you during his patrol, but eventually you were called back in. By the time you found out you had been excused and were leaving, you saw no sign of Hound, which made you a little sad. You’d run into a few Corrie Guards, as well as other battalions at your employment, but something about Hound was special. You left the building, a little forlorn at missing saying goodbye.

A couple days later, you were almost hanging upside down underneath a customer’s small personal craft, working on replacing a new manifold.

“Y/N, you’ve got another visitor!” called your boss. Usually, the visitors were part of the clone battalion. Your boss was a little biased, but hid it pretty well – other than pushing them onto you on top of your other duties.

You groaned, wanting to shout about being busy.

“Am I always meeting you when you’re in distress?” asked a voice. It was definitely a clone voice, but not what you’d expect any of them to say.

You struggled out from under the craft with the manifold in-hand and your eyes met his. This one you didn’t recognize. His hair was a little longer than the others, so his curls were better formed, and he had a gray tattoo spanning both sides of his lower jaw like a row of sharp teeth. The only things that disrupted the tattoo were four long thin scars across his right cheek and a goatee.

“Uh, hi.” You stared at his tattoo, then realized – “Sergeant Hound. It’s nice to see you.”

He grinned. “Just Hound. How did you know?”

“Your jaw matches your helmet.”

He chuckled and said, “Guilty.”

“What can I do for you, ‘just Hound’?”

He laughed again. “I just wanted to come visit. I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye the other day. My shift was over and then I came in the next day and figured out you didn’t get put on a case. I guess I missed you, is all.”

You blushed. “Missed me, huh? You didn’t know me for long.”

“Actually, my brothers talk a lot about you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was one of the only ones who had never gotten the chance to meet you.”

“Well, I guess that means you’re not as rough on your speeder as they are.”

“I’m also one of the youngest, so give me time,” he chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck again. “Look, I don’t know if this is too sudden, but could I take you to dinner?”

You smile. “You came here to ask me on a date?”

“It’s fine if you say no -”

“Hound. I’d really like that.”

“Oh, thank the Maker. I know I told you Grizzer’s pretty specific as to who he likes, but even he was a little confused when we left and didn’t see you.”

“Oh, I see, you’re setting me up with your massif. Guess Grizzer will get the goodnight kiss.” You winked and his eyes widened.

“Wait, that’s not what I meant -”

You tossed your head back and laughed. “I’ll be done in four hours. Think you can wait that long?”

He grinned. “I think I can wait four hours with you.”

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Quote prompt ficlet (GN)

Tup x Reader

Tup fanart!

🍋 "Do It Again" 🍋

🍋 "Tup à Trois"🍋

The Bad Batch

Hunter x Reader

First kiss ficlet (GN)

🍋 "I Wish All Readers a Very Hunter Life Day"🍋

Crosshair x Reader

"I Know." (GN)

"The Plant Prowler of Pabu" (GN)

Tech x Reader

Request: "Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling/Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do" (GN)

Request: "Putting your ear against their heart" (GN)

Wrecker x Reader

Request: "Trying to crawl under their shirt" (GN)

212th Attack Battalion

Commander Cody x Reader

"Someday" (GN)

🍋"The Night Before Someday"🍋 (GN)

Boil x Reader

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 1)" (GN)

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 2)"

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 3)"

🍋"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 4)🍋

Art: "Boil deserves to feel pretty" (mildly 🍋. Let's say 🍊)

🍋"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 5)"🍋

Waxer x Reader

"The Sixth Language (part 1)"

"The Sixth Language (part 2)"

"The Sixth Language (part 3)"

🍋 "The Sixth Language (part 4)" 🍋

"The Sixth Language (epilogue)"

104th Battalion - Wolfpack

Wolffe x Reader

"Sweet as Summer Rain"

🍋"Just a Little Bit More"🍋

Other Clones

Alpha-17 x Reader

🍋"Who's the Alpha Now?" 🍋 (GN)

🍋"Who's the Alpha Now? Part 2"🍋

Hound x Reader

🍋 “Watch and Learn, City Boy 🍋

T version | 🍋 E version 🍋

Neyo x Reader

🍋 "Everybody Hates Neyo." 🍋

🍋 "Everybody Hates Neyo Round 2: Matchmaking Boogaloo" 🍋 (reader got converted to OC)

Neyo first kiss ficlet (GN)

Mayday x Reader

Accidental first kiss ficlet (GN)

"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 1" (collaboration with @nika6q)

"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 2" 

🍋"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 3" 🍋

🍋"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 4" 🍋

O'Niner x Reader

🍋 "Nine Lives for Sergeant O'Niner" 🍋 (cowritten with @anxiouspineapple99) 

Sev (RC-1207) x Reader

"Are You Sure About This?" (GN)

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 1

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 2

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 3

Mandalorians

Jango Fett x Reader

"Promises and Pastry"  

Fenn Rau x Reader

🍋 Fenn Rau Thots 🍋

"The Protector of Chopper Base" (GN)

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[littlemissmanga]

Hey babes!

Care to share a little bit about your WIP,

Hound Kiss Prompt

I am also genuinely excited 🤩

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Oh, I'd be delighted!

I won't give away too much, but after the inciting incident, Hound and Grizzer walk Reader home, for safety.

Smiling softly, you knelt to the ground and wrapped your arms gently around the panting massif, planting a generous kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, Grizzy Girl," you whisper. Before you're even fully upright, you hear Hound's teasing tone, still unmitigated by his vocorder. "Hey! I'm the one doing the hard work, here. Don't I get a thank you?"

And I'm gonna leave it there, otherwise I'll spoil everything. IDK why, maybe because he's the bby of the Corries, but I do think Hound has a rascal's heart. He's not a shit-stirrer or a pusher, but he does like to bust people's chops and be the reason others laugh. So that's how I think he flirts, too.

Also the thought of Reader being soft to Grizzer and that making Hound soft makes me soft, so of course that has to be in there.

[clone-anon]

I received a request for something platonic with Fox, Thire, Thorn, and Hound and an artistic padawan!reader, so here goes. Obviously Grizzer is going to be there too.

You usually kept a low profile when you were out of the Jedi temple.  You sat not far from some clones you knew well, but didn’t go over and say hi, hoping you could capture them in the moment.  Thire, Thorn, Hound, and Fox all sat around a table eating lunch and you were tucked away in a chair off in the corner.  You made a quick sketch of them and then filled in some details.  It must be a pretty good day because they were all smiling and joking.  

Somehow, Hound had managed to get Grizzer in here and the massiff sat next to the table waiting for any scraps.  It wasn’t long before you could tell the massiff smelled something, turning around, sniffing in the air.  That something turned out to be you.  Grizzer smiled and bounded toward you.

“Grizzer!” Hound jumped up and followed, assuming his massif was up to no good.  He sighed a little when he saw you, feeling relieved.

“Oh good,” Hound said.  “It’s you. Don’t need to get kicked out of here over an upset stranger.”

You gave Grizzer some good scritches and the massiff snuggled up to you, seemingly looking at your sketch. 

“What’s that,” Hound asked.

“Oh, I umm,” you got a little shy, but he had already seen, so you let him have a better look.

“Hey boys,” he waved to the others. “Get over here. Look at this.”

Thorn, Thire, and Fox all came over and looked at your work.

“You managed to capture each of us,” Thorn said quietly.

“We look like brothers but individuals,” Thire added.

“You made me look less tired,” Fox joked and Thorn bumped his arm with a smirk.

“Look at Grizzer,” Hound said. “Look at that perfect face.  Such a wonderful likeness.”

“Can we have a copy,” Thire asked.

You hadn’t even considered it.  It was just a sketch and unbeknownst to them, you sketch them and their brothers quite a lot.

“Sure,” you said, smiling.

“Do you have any others,” Fox asked.

“Well, yeah,” you admitted.

They waited while you pulled out other sketches and they relived the moments you had captured.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Upside Down - Ch. 30

Summary: Fox has to decide what he wants.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I’m back from vacation! Yeah! It was a stay-cation, but I did have a lovely spa day, which was absolutely needed. 

This chapter and next chapter is very Fox-centric, for all you Fox fans. There is a bit of Riyo x Fox, but I did want to put it out there, although I do ship them, this is not a Fox x Riyo story. It’s my own take of Fox x Riyo, and so it may not make some of the diehard FoxRiyo shippers happy, and for that I do apologize. 

We will be getting back to Nerex, Quinlan Vos and the likes after the Fox set-up arcs, but it if it helps Chapter 29 and 30 happy at the same time, just in different locations of Coruscant. 

Also please note Riyo Chuchi is OOC, but I needed to write her this way in order to make sense for the story going forward. I’m sorry! I do love Riyo, I think she’s the sweetest, unfortunately, I couldn’t write for this story. 

Warnings: mentions of lost kid and finding kid, mentions of getting yelled at, flirting, angst, hints of jealousy, mentions of decommissioning, getting annoyed with flirting directed at someone other than SO, and I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.  

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SENATOR

Fox was losing his mind, he’d spent the better part of the morning with Mas Amedda, who was quite adamant the lax security from his guards were the reasons for the recent Separatist attacks in the capital. He was told in the most adamant and most … oh hell, his ass was chewed out by that no good pompous second in command Mas Amedda. 

He scrubbed the blaster in his hand harder, as he thought of all the ways he could have shot him. Sniper shot, right through his knee, he would take his time, and make the man suffer limb by limb; or he could short out the platform he and the Chancellor used to hover over the other Senators, taking care of two of his biggest headaches. There was always the option of poison, clean easy route. 

“Marshall Commander” the soft voice that reached his ears, made him nervous and even tighten his nerves even more than it had been. 

Fox looked up to the person standing at the door, he stood, holstering his blaster, dropping the rag on to the table in front of him “Senator Chuchi, how can I be of service?” His smile widened at seeing her beautiful golden eyes, her delicate features, despite the months that passed since the last time he saw her, he felt his heart flutter and butterflies begin to stir in his stomach. He bowed his head towards her, showing the respect he held for her.

“I …” her hands fidgeted against her robes, she stepped closer to the Commander, lowering her voice, “I happened to overhear Mas Amedda’s discussion with you.”

 He had to chuckle a little at her statement and how pathetic his own emotions were. 

Discussion, the most tactful and polite way of saying that Amedda’s blood pressure must have shot through the roof when he finished his tirade regarding the ‘lack of security’ on Coruscant, “Then no doubt, you also heard how I restrained myself during that ‘discussion’.” He responded matching her tone, as she matched his smile.

“When?”

“When I allowed that man to finish. Alive and still breathing. Notice how you didn’t hear any gurgling sounds coming out of his mouth.”

“Oh” she giggled at his little joke, Fox couldn’t help it despite the fact it didn’t work out between them, she was still the most beautiful woman he ever had the privilege of guarding. She glanced from him to the door, “um … would you mind closing the door, there’s something I was hoping to discuss with you in private”

“Sure” with one movement he pressed the button on his vambrace closing the door behind her, he hated those stupid door switches on his desk, they were such an inconvenience. 

“Thanks”

“No prob” he cleared his throat, motioning to the seat beside him, she smirked remembering all the previous times she had sat on that same couch, the laughter, the teasing, the flirting, not to mention the tears they shed together. He took his seat, waiting for her to take hers, it felt like old times to him, but he had to be careful, or he’d end up in the same place he was only months before, “What seems to be the problem, Senator?”

Riyo hated how formal he got since things between them ended, “Fox, we were together for almost a year, can’t you just call me Riyo”

He wanted to, maker how he wanted to call her Riyo, to wrap his arms around her, but their relationship was different now, and calling her Senator was his way of reminding him not to cross that line, “You are a Senator, I’m a soldier. I have to treat you with the same respect as any other Senator.”

“Any other Senator, wouldn’t be alone with you in your office”

“That’s because we’re friends; that gives you a special privilege”

“Fine, I’ll accept it, for now.”

“Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

- - - - - - - - - - - 

“How’s it going, Izani?” Hound called out to one of the Senate Guards still in service, there was a rumour that eventually they’d be replaced by the Coruscanti Guards, but that hadn’t come to fruition yet as a few Senators didn’t like the idea of having clones guarding them. 

“Well I found the missing kid”

“Dead or alive?”

“Alive, thankfully. Turns out the kid wanted to see a holovid” Izani rubbed her forehead, “I guess the parents misunderstood as to who was going to pick him from his friend’s place and he got the bright idea of running around Level 2353.”

“Dumb kid. Though in fairness if no one was watching me right now, I’d be off galavanting too”

“True, but that’s why you have Grizzer, right?” She kneeled down to pet the massiff beside Hound, “Who's a good boy?” She rubbed his belly, as his tongue rolled out, “I have a treat for you” she reached into her back pocket pulling out some dried up meat.

“See now why is it that Grizzer gets all your love and attention?”

“Grizzer’s not the only one, I shower all of you with plenty of love. Hence why I have a pack” Izani patted the bag beside her. 

“Oh and what’s in there?” 

She smirked as she cleaned her hands from Grizzer’s drool, she reached in pulling out a small brown flimsi package, “I got these as a thank you from the family, and they also wanted to show their appreciation to the entire Coruscanti and Senate Guards for being of service, so I have enough for every one of you pains in my butt”

“Well at least it’s a lovely butt”

Izani chuckled as she stood, passing Hound the packages for him and his squad, “It’s a good thing you’re cute”

“Well, if you ever wanna explore that cuteness, you know where to find me.”

“Oh I do, anyway, I’ve come to talk to the big boss, he in?”

“Yeah. You know the way” he motioned with his hand for her to head on in.

“Oh I do” she kneeled down scratching Grizzer’s head one more time, leaving a kiss on his head, “Goodbye, my sweet beautiful boy,” his butt wiggling from side-to-side, “anytime you wanna leave him and come live with me, you just say the word.”

“Can I come too?”

Izani simply shook her head, waving bye to Hound as she walked further into the Coruscanti Guard station, leaving the packages of treats along the way, receiving her thanks from the various guards on duty, and promises to leave enough for those off duty, though she doubted it. 

She reached Fox’s door eventually, knocking once as was her custom before opening it, expecting to see him sitting behind his desk, an angry scowl on his face and thirty datapads in front of him, or sitting on his couch cleaning his blaster for the millionth time. 

However, the site in front of her made her stop dead in her tracks, as she slowly took in the familiar face of Senator Chuchi sitting beside Fox, holding his hand as his other hand cupped her cheek stroking the apple of her cheek slowly and delicately. “Oh, I’m … I didn’t … Excuse me, I’ll come back later.” She moved to exit his office, pretending to be blind to what she saw, ignoring the odd sensation in her chest.

“No, it’s okay, I was just leaving” Riyo called out to the woman, who had been part of the Senate Guard for the last ten years. She remembers Izani when she first started coming to Coruscant as a fairly new Senator, and now here was the woman running her own ops, having her own cases, she was privileged to know her. 

Izani noticed as Riyo stood from her seat, she let go of Fox’s hand reluctantly, thanking him for listening in her soft, gentle and sweet voice, so different from her own voice. Maybe she was trained to speak in such a soft amiable manner or maybe it was due to Izani’s own career choice that her voice had more of an authoritative tone and not the soft caring dulcet tones the Senator seemed so easy to be able to portray.

She was just heading out of his office when she stopped just in front of Izani, giving her a warm and charming smile, “It’s been a while, how are you, Captain?”

“I’m doing well, Senator Chuchi. Thank you for asking.” She bowed her head probably a little too quickly, but still making an effort to show respect to the woman who had Fox’s, “How are things going in the Senate?”

“Making progress day-by-day”

“That’s great to hear, hopefully that means this war will be over soon” Izani was thanking the heavens, the stars, and anyone else that she remained in parade rest with her hands behind her back. The Senator wouldn’t be able to see the clenched up fists, that were simply dying to make a point of impact with that pretty blue face, even though there was really no reason for her to inflict any kind of pain on the woman, after all that was Fox’s decision, and it seemed he didn’t care. There was that sensation in her chest again, what the hell was that? 

“One can hope” Riyo looked back once more at Fox, smiling, “Thank you once again.”

“Anytime, Senator” Fox bowed his head to her, as she walked out of his office and down the hall. He knew without having to look at Izani, there would be a scowl forming as soon as the Senator vanished from view. He raised his head again, running his hand over his forehead and down his cheek over his mouth. “Don’t Iz” was all he said as he moved over to his desk.

“Oh, were you under the impression I was going to say something?” She motioned towards herself, “No. No. Why would I say anything about the woman who ripped out your heart, stomped on it with her teeny tiny feet, and then decided to throw it in a blender? I mean, just because I walked into your office, and found you two sitting on the couch, with you cradling her cheek, while she held on to your hands for what looked like dear life itself, why should I say anything?”

“Okay, you made your point” he held up his hand.

“No. I’m serious” she moved further in, tossing her pack down on the chair in front of his desk, irritation laced throughout her tone, “why should I, the one who listened to you complain for … hmmm, let me think two … four months of you crying your eyes out, sobbing into my shoulder when you found one of her hair ties or when you saw her going on a date with another Senator, should have a say in anything?” She roughly threw open her pack, grabbing the food containers for Fox’s lunch and tossed it on his desk, placing a package of the treats she had been handing out, along with a cup of her special caf. 

“I’m sorry”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not” Fox let out a frustrated growl, as he arranged the containers in front of him, it had become a routine of theirs to eat lunch together, often times it was the only meal he really had time for, and it worked because of her busy schedule, she understood why he had to eat at odd times due to the nature of their work. Actually, she understood him a lot better than some of his vode.

Yet, as he watched her set up her own containers, he couldn’t help feel guilty about the way he told her not to stay anything. “I’m sorry for being rude, and dismissing your … you know”

“Feelings? Opinions? Notions of sanity?” She quirked one eyebrow, as her eyes flooded with the annoyance she felt. 

“Yeah, that”

She simply shook her head, as she took a bite of her sandwich, “What did she want anyway?”

“Some of the Senators’ families have been receiving threats, a poor attempt of trying to control the Senate, at least that’s my opinion. She was asking if I could look into it, apparently you lot” he motioned with his hand towards her, “the Senate Guard, aren’t taking the threats seriously, or barely moving to investigate it.”

“This is the first I’m hearing about it. I know there’s been a lot more Guards getting sent to the lower levels lately, but other than that …” she shrugged, shaking her head.

“Do you know why they’re being sent?”

“Something to do with civil unrest, but seeing as I’m in a different department, I have no clue”

“Can you find out?”

“Yeah. I could probably ask Api”

“The guys who’s being asking you relentlessly on a date”

“Well, here’s a way to get rid of him once and for all, and get the information I need, right?”

“Whatever” the idea of her spending time with the man didn’t sit right with him, his annoyance showed as Fox took a bite of his sandwich. Despite the aggressive way he tore into his sandwich, he had to face the truth he revelled in how the taste of the meat combined with the various sauces she placed in it, along with some sort of vegetable, made his stomach happy, even his feet curled at the joy of his food. He’d never admit it to her, but he loved her cooking, his lunch time meal was the one thing that made his day, especially after Riyo and him went their separate ways.

“Can I ask you something?” She took a swig of her caf, washing down the sandwich she took a bite from. Fox simply shrugged his shoulders, that was the most answer she was going to receive, but it was all the permission she needed “Are you okay after seeing her?”

Fox’s hands stilled, lowering the sandwich, as the piece he had been slowly chewing finally went down his esophagus. “Honestly, I don’t know. She’s …” he let out a frustrated sigh, as his hand rubbed against his exhausted eyes, “She's still as beautiful as ever, as kind and sweet as ever. Sitting with her on the couch felt like old times, I just wanted to scoop her up in my arms …” he simply shook his head, disappointed in himself, “I don’t know.”

“Did she say anything?”

“She wished things had turned out different. She misses me. She still has my body suit top, and some extras that I had left at her place. She said if I wanted to she’d be willing to give it another go, see if we could fix where we went wrong.”

Izani was shocked by the last part, that woman had the audacity to show up, ask for help and then told him flat out she wanted to give it another go. Even to say ‘where we went wrong,’ is she serious! When Fox went above and beyond to make things work between the two of them? Ugh! She didn’t say anything, she simply looked away from Fox, as she took another bite of her sandwich, this one a more forceful bite.

“You’re not going to say anything?” Fox asked as his eyes lasered in on her face.

Izani simply wiped her mouth, taking a swig of her caf and shrugging her shoulders, “What’s the point of me saying anything”

“You always have a very vocal way of providing your opinion”

“And you have a very deaf way of not hearing it, so what’s the point. You’re going to do whatever you want to do, and …” she let out a sigh as her back hit the backrest of her chair, “And whatever you decide I’m here for you, plus I don’t want to look like the moron when you two get back together” she finally let out as she looked him in the eye. 

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. However, that being said I will give you a moment of advice take it however you want, okay?” 

Fox simply nodded his head as he continued to eat his sandwich, Izani thought about how she wanted to present the advice, she took in a deep breath, moving aside the container of food as she rested her arms on his desk.

“I know what she means to you, Fox. I’m not stupid enough to think you’ll just forget about her. However, the reason you two broke up in the first place was because she couldn’t handle it, don’t get me wrong I get it. It’s not easy to be in a secret relationship where the other person could literally end up dead, simply because someone found out. That being said, if she truly makes you happy then go for it, but only if she’s able to handle it. She knows better than anyone else, nothing has changed with regard to clone rights; so what makes her think she can handle this now that she couldn’t before? Personally, I suggest you ask her, why she feels she can handle it now as oppose to four months ago, because if you guys start down this road and if she feels she can’t handle it again, you are the one who will have the hardest time moving on. You’re my best friend, Fox, and I don’t want to see my best friend hurt.”

Fox didn’t know what to say, he always just assumed they were colleagues who highly respected one another, but the fact she saw him as her best friend threw him. No one ever told him they didn’t want to see him hurt, Riyo had stated on a few occasions she wanted to see him well, and in one piece, but never flat out saying she didn’t want to see him hurt. He felt this was the perfect moment to tease her, though he probably shouldn’t “Aww Iz, you really care about me, don’t you?”

“Fine” she grabbed the container with her barely eaten sandwich, and shoved it back in her bag.

“What are you doing?” He was shocked by her sudden demeanour, why was she packing up?

“Leaving”

“Why?”

“Why not? You clearly aren’t going to take what I said seriously”

“You said, I could take the advice any way I choose, and I’m choosing to ignore it.”

Izani stilled her hand, she closed her eyes regaining her sense of calm, “Sorry. You’re right” she opened her eyes, Fox couldn’t help but notice they were filled with resignation and sadness, “I told you, you can do whatever you want with it.” What she really wanted to say, was she now could see how much he valued her opinion, but what was the point of pressing the matter further. 

“Iz …”

“Either way, I have to go” she cut him off, she didn’t need to hear whatever excuse he was going to use. He was going to go back to Riyo, and she was going to break his heart again and she would be the one left to pick up the pieces. 

He knew she was lying, but something told him not to call her out on it. He wished he could do something to convince her he did value her opinion, but that would mean moving on from Riyo and he wasn’t sure he could do that, yet “Wait, you haven’t even finished your lunch, at least have a few more bites”

She shook her head no, “It’s okay, let me see what I can find from the Senate Guards, regarding the threats. Those blue armoured jerks better do something for their pay. I can’t be the only one working.”

“Agreed” Fox smirked towards her as he fidgeted with his container, trying to align it properly with the desk, “Are we okay?” Maker he hated how he sounded, he didn’t know why but for some reason the idea of having Iz mad at him, or sad because of him wasn’t sitting right within him, was it because she had been a really good friend to him these past few months? Someone he could rely on? He could be open with and know it would stay between the two of them? In fairness, this wasn’t just these past few months, it had been that way between them ever since the day they met and she showed him the ropes of the office, and what to expect from the Coruscant bureaucracy. 

Izani looked at Fox doing her best to give him a convincing smile, she’s not even sure why the idea of him being back with that woman didn’t sit right with her. Okay, yes she did end up hurting Fox but maybe it wasn’t intentional or maybe it was, she couldn’t tell for sure. Riyo didn’t appear to be a cruel hearted person, and she seemed to really care about the people of the Republic, yet … the way she ended it with Fox never sat right with her. “Yeah, Fox, we’re good. Like I said, I just got to go, and it’s my fault I didn’t eat more since I spent more time arguing with you than I should have,” she offered as she tilted her head.

Fox nodded, he didn’t want to make her feel bad or anything, he wanted to persuade her to stay there with him but he knew that would be a fool’s errand, “All right, well thank you for the meal, and for the treat” he held up the bag of treats she had left for him. 

“You’re welcome, although the treats came from the missing boy’s parents.”

“You found him then?”

“Yup. Safe and sound. Another happy ending”

He didn’t miss how her smile wasn’t a full one, or the fact that it was the smile she gave to those in authority over her when she couldn’t really express how she was feeling. He didn’t know why but he was getting irritated by the way she was distancing herself. He didn’t say anything, really what could he say? 

He wished he could just push his feelings for Riyo away, but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried. Really, why should he feel guilty for having feelings? Why should it matter if Iz was having a hard time with the idea if they got back together? Why was knowing his decision could affect his relationship with her bothering him? Not to mention what was this uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach? 

Izani stood from her seat putting on her pack, “I guess I’ll see you later” she gave a soft smile before she moved from in front of his desk. She knew she shouldn’t have said anything with regard to Riyo, didn’t matter how she felt about the situation, what matter was Fox deserved to be happy. Especially, since everything always rested on his shoulders, she stopped at the door to his office turning to look at him, “I’m sorry for what I said.”

Fox wasn’t sure if maybe he was imagining this, was she really apologizing?

“It shouldn’t matter to me who you decide to love, and my opinion doesn’t matter. If you want to get back together with Riyo than … and not that you need it” she quickly clarified, “you have my blessing and support. I want you to be happy Fox, whether that’s with her, some other Senator, or whoever, but just …” she bit her the inside of cheek thinking of what she wanted to convey, “whatever decision you make” she looked into his eyes, hoping to convey her sincerity, “please make sure that it’s because you want it and it’ll make you happy, not because you think it’s what you’re suppose to do. Okay?”

He wasn’t sure what to say, he was about to talk when he realized he still had a piece of sandwich in his mouth, he quickly chewed it, swallowing it, before he looked into her eyes, “I promise Iz. I’ll do what makes me happy.”

She simply nodded, “I am sorry”

“I know. Don’t worry about it, I know you said and felt what you did because you care about me, and if you tell anyone I said that I’ll kill you” he smirked at her hoping to get her to laugh a little, she only gave a slight chuckle, before he looked down at the remnants of the sandwich that she had made, he looked up at her again, “Will … um … will I see you tomorrow?”

“Probably not, have to finish my report, and see if I can dig up any information on those Senators.” He nodded as he took in what she said, understanding what she was really inferring: she needed an extra day to deal with her emotions and reactions, “However, my comm will be on, so feel free to comm me if you need to talk or whatever” she offered another smile, while her hand pressed on the button to open the door.

“All right, take care of yourself Iz, see you in a few days.”

“You too” she walked out the door fighting back the tears that had been wanting to spill, why was she so upset? So what if Fox went back to Riyo, if that’s what made him happy, wasn’t that a good thing? Why did it bother her to see the two of them together? Was it out of a sense of loyalty? Was it because she knew how much Fox had suffered when Riyo called it quits? She hadn’t felt that strongly before when her other friends got back together with their exes, and why did it bother her that he barely reacted at the idea of Api constantly asking her out? 

She wiped a stray tear as she headed out to the main gate, she kept her head down, she didn’t want anyone to see her emotional. She had worked hard to be taken seriously as a Senator’s Guard, she didn’t need that being undone simply because she didn’t understand herself at that moment.

Hound and Grizzer were still there at their post, when Hound noticed Izani walking past them, yet she didn’t have the same contented air she had when she entered “Izani?” She didn’t answer as she walked past “Izani!” Her head stayed down, but he noticed how her shoulder flinched a little, “IZANI!!” He walked with Grizzer over towards her, she had stopped finally at his final call, she slowly turned to face him. Hound stopped almost mid track as he noticed her glistening eyes, and the tear streaks down her cheek.

“Izzy what’s wrong?” He closed the distance between them, pulling her over to a more secluded spot, where no one would be able to see her. He commed for someone to watch his post, while he dealt with a ‘sensitive matter.’ He didn’t need the rest of the guys to know he’d found her crying.

“He’s …” she shook her head, she couldn’t believe what she was about to say, “he’s going back to her.”

“Who?”

“Fox”

“Going back to who?”

“Her”

“The Senator? The one who broke his heart? The one who basically said she couldn’t handle the pressure of dating him, that one?” She couldn’t answer, simply nodding her head up and down, Hound tried to reason within himself that maybe her intel was wrong, maybe she was  mistaken in some way, “Are you sure? Maybe ….”

“I walked in on them sitting on the couch together”

Hound was grateful for his helmet he wasn’t sure if she would appreciate the sarcastic look he had on his face at the moment, “Ummm … I’m not trying to downplay your feelings, but …” he nibbled on his lip fighting back the laughter as her eyes narrowed on his visor, “so they’re sitting on a couch” he shrugged, “so what?”

“He was holding her hand” again he shrugged not understanding the significance, “while he cupped her cheek” Hound simply smirked, “Ugh, you’re not getting it, okay here” she took his hand recreating the scene as best she could, “they were like this” she held his hand, placing his hand on her cheek, as she drew him in a little. He could feel his heart beat quicken, his eyes took in every aspect of her face, and he couldn’t help glancing down to her lips, maker he wished he took off his helmet …

“Oh! I get it!” He pulled his hand back, stepping away from her a little, so it didn’t feel as though he was crowding her. 

“You know I feel sorry for your girlfriend. Does she know you flirt with anything that walks by?”

“Listen, first off I don’t flirt”

Izani popped her hip out as she crossed her arms, quirking her eyebrow at him, “Really?”

“I pay compliments, not to mention as long as I dock my speeder in her garage that’s all that matters.”

“Maybe that’s all that matters to you, but let me explain something to you about women, it does matter where you get the fuel for your speeder. It may seem like no little thing to you, but it does make us feel unattractive and used.”

“She doesn’t feel that way”

“Have you asked her?”

“I think we’re getting a little sidetracked. We were talking about the boss, so just because he may have paid her a little more attention, doesn’t necessarily mean…”

“She said she wanted to try again”

Hound simply nodded his head, “Yeah, he’s getting back together with her. Still why does it bother you so much? I mean it’s not like … oh! You do, don’t you?”

“Do what?”

“You like him”

“What! Are you crazy?” 

“Then why cry about it?”

“Cause he’s my friend, my best friend, thank you. I don’t want to see him hurt or taken advantage of; I already had to see him get over her once, I don’t want to go through that again.”

“Who’s to say they’ll even break up again? It could work this time, they each learned what to do and what not to do from last time, isn’t that a possibility? And this is the big guy, so do you really see him being taken advantage of? If he does let someone, then maybe he wants to be taken advantage, if you catch my drift”

“A blind person could catch your drift” she rolled her eyes at him, as he snickered, “I don’t have feelings, I just care about him”

“As more than a friend”

“No”

“Yes”

“Ugh, you are so wrong”

“Again I ask, then why cry about it? Why worry they might get back together? If he’s happy and they make it work this time, isn’t that a reason to support him?”

“They’ll break up”

“How do you know?”

“Because nothing’s changed”

“You don’t know that, you aren’t in their relationship.” Hound let out a sigh, as he petted Grizzer, “Izani, listen, I think you’re sweet and kind, and well hell, you’re hot. However, that being said, this isn’t about you, it’s about them, and if you’ve never told him how you feel, how do you expect him to react to someone who does?”

“I don’t have feelings for him”

“Then it won’t bother you if they end up having kids”

“You know what, I have to go”

“Oh because you have feelings for him”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on guard duty or something?”

“You mean like guarding the gate to your heart because you have feelings for him”

“You’re such a di’kut”

“You’re the di’kut in love”

“Who said love? And furthermore, I do NOT have feelings for him!”

“Okay” Hound held up his hand, “You don’t have feelings, you simply care about your friend so much that you cry over the possibility that he could get hurt by someone he truly deeply cares about, even though there’s a great chance they won’t break up again. Cause, you know, that’s normal.”

“You know what I have to go, and thank you for being a giant pain” Izani kneeled down scratching Grizzer’s head beside his ear canal, “Grizzer, please tell your father that he’s a giant pain in my ass” she whispered, the giant massiff licking the side of her face as a big grin settled on it’s jaw. She placed a kiss on the top of his head, before she stood and headed off to the Senate Guard offices. 

“Hey” Hound held on to her arm before she decided to take off, “all kidding aside, if you ever need to talk or go out for a night on the town, I’m your guy, okay?”

“Thanks Hound” she placed a small kiss on his helmeted cheek, patting his cheek before heading off.

“Grizzer” Hound looked down to his sidekick as soon as she was out of earshot, the lovable massiff looking up at his guardian, “I don’t know what the di’kut ori’vod (idiot older sibling) is thinking, but if it were me, I’d choose her” he motioned towards Izani’s retreating form, “every time. Wouldn’t you agree bud?” Grizzer jumped up on all four wagging his body to and fro in agreement.

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1.The Blood Hound

Task Force 141 x Roberta!Male reader Summary: The new recruit was...a strange one. Never really spoke much and always strayed behind the others whenever walking together. Ever since his arrival, none of them could shake the feeling that he wasn't your average soldier... Side note- Teleiotís is the greek word for Terminator

Females: She/Her, She/They DNI Teleiotís. That was the call sign M/n had acquired during his time in the military. He was a new sergeant in the 141, and the others were fully accepting. Although, there was something about him that didn't sit right. There was never much information about him on his file, not even his age, not much about his background as well. Though after asking how long he had been on the field, the other members of the Task Force concluded that the male had to be in his early 20's. As for details of his upbringing, that was all classified.

Ever since his arrival, he had always been the strange one out of the team, but nevertheless he had proven himself time and time again. Even with that, they all still had their suspicions, especially Ghost. The man was always so calm, and the constant professional tone wasn't something he could get used too. He was used to Soap speaking freely and Gaz using some slang as he spoke, but M/n, he had never seen the man speak that way. Not to mention how he never got angry at anyone, no matter if someone is literally screaming in his face his demeanor never wavered.

It was clear that M/n was a well mannered young man, hell overly well mannered if anything. He had never once been disrespectful to anyone which was something many other soldiers found honorable. Then again, none of them truly know who M/n really is.

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It was a normal day so far, everyone either training, signing paperwork, or soldiers just coming back from missions. Gaz and Soap were talking about nothing in particular while Price sat at the coffee table, sipping some tea. M/n sat on the couch, sitting completely straight and upright as his hands stayed positioned on his lap. This was...normal, now to say the least due to the others having gotten used to the male and his unique quirks.

Ghost had entered the room, not making his presence known like usual, nearly giving Price a heart attack when he saw the man just standing in the doorway. Ghost's steps were swift but calculated as he loomed over M/n, who had noticed his arrival but hadn't acknowledged him. There was a brief silence before the h/c male spoke up, his overly round glasses hiding his eyes as he looked up at Ghost, his gaze meeting Ghost's more intense one.

"Do you need any assistance lieutenant?" M/n asked, tone overly perfect and well mannered like usual.

Ghost said nothing, gaze sharpening as he stared down at the man. There was an obvious tension in the air, one so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Soap and Gaz went silent as they watched what was happening, Price doing the same, brow risen as he set his tea down.

"Something wrong Ghost?" Price asked, tone authoritative yet curious as to what had gotten the large man worked up.

"Yeah 's something wrong mate?" Gaz asked, leaning against the counter top as Soap smirked.

There was more silence....then more silence...

"Come with me." Ghost finally spoke, walking out of the room just as silently like when he had first entered. The air in the room immediately changed, a sense of relief washing over the room. M/n had stood up walking in the same direction that Ghost had gone in. He turned down the corridor and saw Ghost standing by the door to the training room. Ah yes, the common occurrence where Ghost wants to test M/n's strength.

You may be wondering why, but Ghost had always had the feeling that the man was holding back. See, M/n wasn't the tallest nor most muscular looking guy you'd see, he had a very average build and doesn't look like he'd be a major problem to enemies on the field. That's where Ghost's suspicions kick in, despite the mans lack of obvious physical strength and endurance, anytime he had gotten a serious injury on the field he'd still moved like he was completely fine. But every time M/n sparred with him, the others, or any other soldiers, he always seemed like he wasn't giving his all. To Ghost, it seemed like the h/c haired male let whoever was sparring him beat him, and that was something Ghost didn't like. Not at all.

Instead of straight sparring with M/n, Ghost decided that an arm wrestle would do. He won the first round, the second round...the the third.... Despite the mask covering his face, Ghosts' annoyance was very clear. To him it was like the man wasn't even trying, not attempting to win at all.

"Is there a reason why you aren't trying to beat me Teleiotís." Ghost asked, tone gruff and harsh as he glared down at the smaller male. He tightened his grip on the other mans hand, gaze not easing up at all as he waited for a response.

M/n was silent for a moment, opening his mouth to say something before he was interrupted by a loud explosion outside the base. His own grip on Ghost's hand tightened as he froze in place. A few seconds passed before Gaz and Soap came bustling through the door.

"H-hey, ain't nothing to worry about." Soap said, giving a thumbs up with a nervous closed eye smile

"One of the rookies accidentally dropped their grenade and it went off..." Gaz continued, his voice trailing off as his gaze landed on M/n's arm. Remember how it was mentioned earlier that M/n doesn't have a lot of muscle? Well imagine the look on the mans face when he saw a large bicep popping out of the h/c haired males arm. There were highly noticeable veins running through it as well, going all the way up to his hand that had Ghost's hand in a death grip.

Soap had noticed it to, his eyes popping out of his skull as his gaze locked onto the mans arm. Ghost took M/n's current state of surprise to try and force his arm down, and to his surprise, the main didn't even budge. Not even an inch. Ghost was the one struggling this time, and it further proved that there was more to the enigmatic soldier. "Teleiotís.....Teleiotís!" Ghost rose his voice, making M/n snap back into reality. His grip on Ghost's hand went slack and his arm went back to normal. He quickly excused himself and exited the premises, leaving the other 3 men to question what just happened.

//////Timeskip//////

Price had been in his office, doing some paperwork and going through files. When he was done, he pulled out another file that had M/n's name on it. Unbeknownst to the others, he and Laswell had been doing their own research on the man. He had searched through very old files, and Laswell even looked up his name. As expected nothing came up but a few images of random stuff or random websites. She then got the idea to search up his call sign, Teleiotís.

Because of this, the 141 were about to lead down a rabbit hole of secrets, and the secrets of the strange mans past are something much darker than anything.

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(A/n: Part 2 guaranteed, and if it doesn't come out bash me. I have like 3 other things that i've been writing part 2 for.😵‍💫)

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bro PLEASEEE WRITE any poly 141 smut x reader i’ll DIEEE

Sons Of Anarchy AU

President!Price x Bartender!Reader x Prospect!Gaz

Hints at Vice-President!Simon x Reader, Sergeant in Arms!Soap x Reader. It’s Poly!141 x Reader all round. Reader is basically all four of their old lady she’s the HBIC tbh

I wanted to try something new and why not have them be apart of a motorcycle club/ mechanic shop owners. It’s a hot concept I couldn’t help it but here is the smut! I hope you like it <33

warnings: size kink, manhandling, threesome, blowjob, public sex, slight cock worshiping, ball play (idk a little), throat bulging, and not proofread (yikes), afab reader (its become a force of habit nowadays, thanks to my agere fics)

Putting away the last of the shot glasses on the bar counter she lets out a hum. The chime of the bell above the front door caused her to stand up. Her eyes take in John in all of his glory the MC’s President with a grin on his face.

“John, I thought you guys were heading to New Mexico for that thing with the KorTac MC?”

“Ghost and Soap went with the others, I decided to stay back.”

Placing a shot of whiskey in front of him she raises an eyebrow. She knew there was more to his story than he let on. After a few years of bartending for the MC, she pieced up on mannerisms and behaviors. “Lay it on me, boss, what’s the real reason?”

Looking from the shot to her he shakes his head, “Who’s ta say I have a reason? Maybe I just didn’t feel like going because I’m getting older.”

“Bullshit, we both know you’re as healthy as a stallion,” her focus goes back to cleaning up the bar.

“Oh, am I? Didn’t know you were my doctor,” his voice was drowned out by the sound of the bunnies entering the clubhouse.

Pointing at the door she scowls, “Out girls…y’all know not to come in here around this time.”

Her words were met with eye rolls and huffs of disappointment. It wasn’t anything new as she grew used to the disorderly behavior of the prostitutes. They were always ready to jump at the chance to be with one of the men. They assumed it would earn them a place as an old lady as long as the man they fucked had a kuttle.

“I swear it’s like they don’t give up, just last week I had to scare off a few that were hounding Roach,” she grumbled.

John folded his arms his eyes never leaving the ranting woman before him. It wasn’t a surprise that she was upset she was practically the head old lady in the MC. Aside from being a bartender, she was the support system for 141. He was sure without her being the backbone of their operations they wouldn’t have gotten so far.

“You know what I think,” he mused leaning forward on the counter. The shot glass is in his hand as he twirls the remaining sip of whiskey around. “I think you need to release some stress. When was the last time you moved away from that bar?”

The question hung heavy above her head as she covered her face with her hands. Letting out a groan she shakes her head, “Since last night the party.” The realization of just how long she had been at the clubhouse was finally catching up to her. Removing her hands from her face she looks at the man, “I think I need a break.”

“I figured as much.”

When she first thought over his words of releasing some stress she didn’t think it through. She should have known what he meant but it was too late and he was in deep.

“Keep your hands right there, darling.”

She did just that her hands didn’t move an inch from the bar counter. With each thrust her body jerked forward colliding either the counter. Her moans were ragged, her nails digging into the polished wood before her. The way John’s cock barely fit inside of her was more than a turn-on. He was only halfway in but it was still enough to leave her keening.

“You can take more of me, can’t you girl? You can take all of me if ya want to,” his voice was a rumble.

“Mm—can take more promise, boss.”

That was all it took before his hand raised her leg until it was propped on the countertop. Pulling his cock out he lined himself up with her heat again. It took everything in him not to thrust all the way in the second he felt her wetness coat his cock. “Sweet Lord..” he muttered as he slowly sank into her until he bottomed out.

“Shit..John, need more. Fuck me,” her words direct while she arched her back.

“Yes ma’am,” the roughness in his voice a reflection of his current state. The moment he got the okay he pulled out until only the tip was inside before he slammed back inside. His hands moved up the front of her body rubbing and pulling her nipples. Each sound she made was like heaven to him. She wasn’t shy that much was evident due to where they were.

Bucking his hips forward he buried his face against the side of her neck. His lips left kisses as he whispered praise to her. His words fed a primal urge inside of her, “Always fuck me so good…love your fucking cock.”

If it wasn’t for him holding her up she would have collapsed from his spurt of energy. Her words seemed to do the trick as his thrusts became faster in pace and rougher in intensity. Her grip on the counter loosened up some when she felt his tip hit her cervix repeatedly. The action causes her to clamp around him trying to milk him early.

“Like that, love how you feel inside of me,” she babbled. The words flowing from her lips slowly became nonsensical as she felt him stretch her out due to his size. It was more than enough leaving her stuffed as he grabbed her arms. A gasp left her lips as he held her arms behind her back. Each time he thrusted her body would jerk back and forth. She felt like a toy for his use as he didn’t hold back.

Closing her eyes she let out a loud moan, “‘m so close..please John needa cum. Wanna cum on your cock please,” she felt ready to burst. The warmth pooling in her lower stomach made that clear.

Grunting John leaned forward his lips near her ear, “cum then darling, make a mess on my cock for me.”

His words were her downfall as she came undone right away. All he gave her was a few seconds before he was thrusting into her again. She was still riding out her orgasm as he prepared to send her into another one. “Good girl, such a good girl for me.”

“Always, boss.”

The nickname had more of an effect on him than he would like to admit. Pulling her flush against his chest he grabbed her by the thighs. Holding her legs wide open he thrusted up into her. The sight of her gushing pussy with his cock moving in and out was on display to their invisible audience. “Oh…fuck..” she let out as her fingers moved down to her pussy as she rubbed her clit. Her fingers fast as she heard him shudder. She knew he was close it was all in the lazy strokes and his heavy breathing.

Her breathing hitched as she felt his cock pride at her spot before he came inside of her. A guttural moan left his throat at the same time that she let out a cry. Her fingers still rubbing her clit as she squirted coating her fingers and his cock in her juices.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Looking up she noticed Gaz the man had a grin on his face. The look of lust in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“Am I late? Don’t tell me you forgot about me,” he asked a small pout playing at his lips.

Smiling at him she shakes her head, “never we’re just getting started.”

Her throat flexed as she took Gaz’s cock down her throat. Though he was slightly smaller in girth compared to John he made up for it in length. His hands rest on either side of her head holding her in place as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. His cock disappeared behind her lips as he watched with bated breath.

A moan ripped from her throat vibrating against his cock. His hands twitched as he groaned from the feeling. The reason behind her moans was John whose head was between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her folds sucking on the glistening skin.

Her fingers lace in his hair as he raises her hips while his tongue licks from top to bottom. Looking up at Gaz she kept her eyes on his face. His closed eyes, knit brows, and parted lips that released a sound with each thrust. Using her free hand she raises it past his length to cradle his balls. She knew her men inside and out when it came to their spots and their weaknesses. Her thumb gently runs along his balls evoking a loud groan from him. A gasp left her own lips when John’s tongue flicked her clit.

It was hard to focus as her hand continued to gently stroke and rub his balls. Her other hand twitched as she kept a loose grip on John’s hair. She took note of the signs as Gaz seemed to move slower his hips stuttering with each thrust. Slowly but surely she was coaxing his release out of him. It was in the way her hand caressed his balls and how she would bob her head forward gagging on his cock. In that same way, John’s skillful attack on her swollen cunt was leading her into another orgasm.

“Shit baby,” Gaz said as his hand rested on her throat feeling as his cock would reach the back of her throat. He was over with the second he felt it, her little noises didn’t help either. Keeping his hand on her throat he tossed his head back cumming down her throat.

She was swallowing as her eyebrows furrowed when her own orgasm came. Her thighs shook as she came with John holding her firmly in place. Even as her hips rocked forward he didn’t let up until he raised his head. Her eyes focused on him as he swallowed with a cheeky smile. The pounding in her heart was hard as she watched him move away. It allowed her to sit up a bit when Gaz finally removed his cock from her mouth. Leaning up on her knees she wipes the drool from her chin.

With the help of Gaz, she got down from the bar counter standing on her feet. The ache between her thighs filled her with a rush of adrenaline. “I think we should take this upstairs, loves…I’m sure we can find use of that shower.”

A chuckle left John as he nodded, “I like the sound of that, darling.”

Pulling her close to his side Gaz smiles, “I’m not complaining. Need to see if you can take two like Soap said.”

“I can promise you, I can take more than two,” she said with a wink before sauntering away. The two men weren’t far behind ready to try a few more things before the day ended.