Thinking Abt My Fix-it Au Where Order 66 Did Happen, But A Ton More Clones Survived And Now A Lot Of

Thinking abt my fix-it au where order 66 did happen, but a ton more clones survived and now a lot of them live on a farm.

In this au Tup was presumed dead, and my reader insert, who worked as a janitor on Kamino, saw that his vitals had come back online momentarily and kind of just took him back to her lil farm.

She nurses him back to health and they kind of start a little home for clones who defect. Tup discovers his love for gardening and has a sick ass vegetable patch.

Fives is also presumed dead, but survives, eventually breaking his way out of the morgue and finding their weird lil halfway house via an incripted comm signal Tup sent him before he was shot.

He stays and finds comfort in farming while dealing with the guilt of being too late to stop order 66.

They wake Kix up, free Dogma and Slick, and help a bunch of other clones.

They don't really join the rebellion, they just enjoy the freedom that comes with everyone thinking they're dead or MIA.

And yes ofc it's a semi-yandere au.

Basically:

Tup: "And this is my wife-"

The clones they just rescued, in unison: "Our wife."

#5 on Fox

5. Handcuffs + Fox

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Call it cliche, but Fox gets suuuuper turned on using his handcuffs in bed

He loves using them on you and is even down to be the one wearing them too

When he uses them on you he likes to cuff one of your wrists to each bed post

That way he watch your squirm when he kneels over you, one leg over each side of your waist

He makes you watch as he fists his cock over you, mimicking how you would touch him

He loves the way your begging and whining to touch him

But he doesn't let you, he just keeps fucking his fist and running his mouth

"Awwww do you want to touch cyare? Do you wish it was your needy, wet little cunt I was fucking instead?"

You whimper and he cums on your stomach

But don't worry, Fox is a gentleman, he won't leave you like that

No, but he will watch you moan and wriggle when he lays on his on his stomach and buries his tongue between your soaked folds

Fox will keep you there, cuffed and writhing until he's pulled no less than at least 2 orgasms from you

On the flip side, when Fox let's you cuff him? Whoooo boy

It's nice and simple - his hands are cuffed behind his back and he's sitting against the headboard

You're in his lip bouncing on his cock, grabbing at your tits, pushing your hands through your hair, tracing fingers down your neck - all the things he wants to do but can't

He's downright whining, babbling little moans and begging quietly

Right as he's about to cum you stop, you sit there on his lap and just roll your hips, hands exploring his chest

His entire body is on fire in the best way - you've already denies him his orgasm three times

He's whimpering and trying to fuck up into you, but you stay put

When he's calmed enough you kiss him and set an eager pace again, letting him bury his face in your chest

"Please mesh'la- please let me cum."

It's like music to your ears, you make him watch as you circle your clit, and you can see him tugging at his cuffs

"Awwww do you want to touch cyare?"

You're teasing him right back for the last time

But he just nods desperately and moans your name loudly

It makes you come and kiss him, hard, letting him finish deep inside you

Bonus: as soon as you release his hands he cuddles you into his chest and kissing all over your face, promising to get you back next time it's his turn

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Better Than Caff

Pairings: Fox x Reader Word Count:  1,741words Warnings: Mostly fluff, slight teasing, Thorn/Reader friendship, soft feels, grumpy Fox A/N: Prompt: Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warms hands and soft smiles. An eternity later I finally finish this piece 😑 Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list. 

Balancing the tray of drinks in your hands, you carefully tap your elbow against the call button on the entrance to the Coruscant Guard HQ, making sure your bag strap doesn’t fall down your arm as you ignore the hustle and bustle of the senate rotunda. Normally you’d just key in the entry code, Thire having kindly told you the password when your visits became a regular occurrence, but due to your precious cargo you have to improvise. Besides, you’d made it this far from your apartment with your delivery, you weren’t about to ruin your hard work with a slight of hand mishap.

It’s not long before you hear Thorn’s voice through the intercom “Commander Thorn speaking, how may I be of assistance?” 

There’s a pang in your chest when you hear him, his voice slightly echoing the strain he and his brothers face on a daily basis, but no doubt doubly so with the increase in galas and evening functions for the Yule time celebrations. You only hope that your surprise might help cheer them up, even if only for a moment.

“Special delivery!” You call out, doing a small shoulder shimmy in case the intercom holoscreen is on. There’s barely enough time to blink before the entrance slides open, and Thorn bounds out.

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The clones need people who’s love language is feeding.

Give them a girlfriend who’s a baker

Give them a boyfriend who makes his own jam with his grandmas old jam pot and thermometer

Give them an old Twi’lek grandma who adopts an entire squad to cope with her empty nest and loves them all furiously

Give them a father figure who teaches them the wonder of growing food and passes down his family recipes

Post war clones go from being bags of bones stuffed into plastoid to owners of a perfect nap pillow tummy and are the comfiest cuddle buddies

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This is a thankmas fic, meaning it was written for someone who donated to my fundraiser contributing to thankmas. If you want a fic too, donate here and send me a photo of the confirmation

Summary: Early mornings with Fox

Pairing: Fox x Reader

A/N: This is the first fic for Thankmas! Thank you so much to @murdertoothpick for donating.

Warnings: NONE!! this is TOOTH ROTTING fluff

The warmth of the sun bled through the glass, and your eyes drifted closed. You stood in the kitchen, hands on the bench leaning up to the sun. You could hear the soft birdsong just beginning, and the smell of the flowers hung heavy in the air. It felt like a dream.

Strong arms wrap around your waist, a sleepy head snuggled into your shoulder. Instinctively, one of your hands came up to play with the mess of salt and pepper curls that appeared in your periphery.

“Good morning my love.” Your voice comes out soft, sweet. The replying hum reverberates through your body.

“Come back to bed, I wanna cuddle.” You laugh, Fox never really was a morning person, contrary to popular belief.

“I just wanted to see the sunrise, Coruscant never really had them.” He rests his chin on your shoulder. His skin is still warm from sleeping, and you can’t help but press your cheek to his.

“We didn’t get them on Kamino either.” The confession cracks your heart. Such small things, the small beauties of everyday life that some clones never had the privilege to experience.

The two of you stand there, watching the sun rise and holding each other close. The gratitude you feel, the comfort you feel in knowing you both got lucky and got out is immeasurable. His thumb brushes softly against your skin, the prickle of his stubble pressing into your shoulder.

“We should go to the markets today.” You whisper to him, as if speaking too loud would shatter something precious.

“You just want to see the loth kitties again.” He chuckles, and you smile as you look at him.

“I have no idea what you mean! I don’t at all have any ulterior motives in taking you to the markets and maybe stopping by that stall.”

“Well, we do need some more supplies. And it’s such a beautiful day.” He pretends to ponder the offer as you almost vibrate with excitement in his arms. Finally, he lets out a dramatic sigh. “Fine, I guess we should go...But!” He spins you round, pinning you to the counter with his hips, pressing a kiss to your clavicle. You can't help the dreamy sigh that escapes your lips “You have to come back to bed and cuddle some more. It’s too karking early for this kind of emotional manipulation.” You cackle at his dramatics.

“Emotional manipulation, is that what this is?” He hums a yes as he presses his forehead to yours, sneaking a kiss.

“Plain and simple. A skill you’ve honed and are now using against weak and defenceless former troopers.”

“Oh am I?” He pulls back, fingers lacing through yours. You allow him to begin to guide you to the bedroom. “I think you’re full of it, commander.”

The two of you can’t stop giggling as you crawl back into bed, cuddling into him, your head on his chest, his arm tight around your waist. He presses a kiss to your head. You correct yourself from earlier. This, right here, is the dream.

walks out of a closet covered in blood with a goofy lovestruck smile on my face