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tesalicious2 · 3 months

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Coruscant Guard headcanons-ish (mostly focusing on Hound):

There aren’t just massiffs

Coruscant has a lot of smuggling, including animals. Not only that but the Senators give them their pets to take care of (that is not a pet but a wild animal wtf)

But they end up with an assortment of baby animals that CAN be domesticated and do something with them

Quinlan started it when he handed a baby Nexu to Fox and said they were trainable and loyal. Fox passed this on to Hohnd and nugget was a part of the family since

Ever since then they got two more Nexu, both sticking with new shinies under Hounds command

Surprisingly they have one Narglatch, though Blizzard (dubbed by Stone) is rarely used. Often used for chases in the lower levels, able to chase and weave easier through crowds than a speeder (think Horses in police forces)

At one point, some 501st and 212th troopers found what they thought to be a massiff and happily dropped it with the Guard,

It was not a massiff and Hound broke many laws to get it to the Jedi temple and out of his hands fast

See they had found an Albek, a force sensitive creature that looks like a massif but is VERY aggressive and BERY untrainable, last Hound heard was that it was set free and is very happy

Another of the larger creatures that is used far more often than the narglatch is the Varactyl

Somehow a shipment of young had been smuggled onto Coruscant and were taken in by the Guard

Their ability to climb vertical surfaces and calm nature and silliness to listen to their rider made them perfect in the club districts; the tall buildings were close enough to jump between and had many platforms for people to walk and dance

They could weave above crowds and act almost like helicopters when chasing criminals, but we’re able to go into the crowds; only problem is that people had to get out of the way or be trampled

Hound and his infinite luck ran across a hurt Rancor with a shiny one night. Though they could not take the Rancor in, they sent it to the Jedi temple where it receives lots of love and treats from the younglings and troopers who visit

The Rancor serves as a guardian of the wing dedicated to dangerous artifacts and texts, and is watched over by the Temple Guard

AND AND AND

Spark dragons

ARF troopers ride them but due to fear, they are used to guard the prisons. Occasionally, they are lent out to other battalions with their riders

They are dragons native to Kiffu and can easily get their charge from the static electricity created by genorators

They were found as young babies and trained by the ARF

Quinlan was absolutely ecstatic and adores them, they’ve made a special attachment with him but prefer their troopers

On one occasion two were sent out with the Marine Corps, who were afraid as hell. Those troopers had a lovely time and many stores of scaring the ‘hardcore’ troopers

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rare-clone-fic-exchange · 8 months

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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.

#rare clone fic submission #rare clone fic exchange #anxiouspineapple99 writes #hound x reader #sergeant hound #arf trooper hound #coruscant guard #hound x f!reader

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 9 months

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Greetings and grats on 300+!!!

May I request:

• Hound (special appearance Grizz?)

• romantic

• gn!reader

• sfw

• 300

• prompt: 9 - "Help me."

• optional: said by reader; maybe desperate could be inspiration; blue neon lights?

tysm, feel free to ignore if not vibing with it <3 grats again

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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matookahitaki · 10 months

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Hey me again 🤣🤣

I just simply L O V E your artwork and I hope you know this!🙌🏻🙌🏻

I have a little request for you no rush but would you be able to draw me Hound please , I know alot of people don’t know what he looks like & I have seen a couple art works about him but I would love to see your take on him🖤🩷🖤🩷

Keep up the amazing work!xx

First time for hound, and ofc Grizzer the lil gal!

#star wars the clone wars #swtcw #sergeant hound #arf trooper hound #hound #hound sw #hound swtcw #tcw hound #gave him freckles because i felt like it #i really like how it came out #i take the quest #hound's teeth #houndstooth

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anxiouspineapple99 · 9 months

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Greetings! May I request Wrecker, Hound, and/or Hunter, whichever of my guys inspires for emoji things! ty <3

How about all three? 😊 🥰

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cloneloverrrrr · 6 months

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Hi,

I saw your post with the smut dialogue prompts. I’d like to request “Don’t be gentle with me-I like it when you’re rough” along with “That noise…keep making it.” With Darman with fem reader. If your not comfortable writing him I also love Howzer, Mayday, Thorn, Rex and recently Hound.

If you have time great. If not that’s fine too. 😊

Thank you 💕

@trixie2023 this took my soul, I forgot how much I enjoy writing for beautiful Hound🫠🫠😈😈

I hope you enjoy this little bit of filth with our fave Arf Trooper 🫶🏻🫶🏻

He needs more loving💁🏻‍♀️

Dividers by my boo @idontgetanysleep ✨🥰

𝗗𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗕𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗲 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1110

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

A dark twilight had fallen across the skies on your home planet of Coruscant. Less then an hour or so the sky was gloaming a red, orange,yellow and pink hue. Now it’s wake was vast inky black tranquility married to a poetry of glistening stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest, the night came as a reward of some sorts, a restfulness to calm one’s soul.

That was until the sound of your apartment doors whooshed open, a clank of a helmet as it clattered to the floor. A tall dominating presence lingered behind you, the air was still with mirrored breathing.

Hound stood behind you, gloved hands caressing your arms as his fingers trail up to your shoulders rubbing gently releasing any tension that had built up. You breathe a small gasp , this has your Sergeant smiling into the nape of your neck.

You watched the speeders zoom below your apartment the neon glow from the bustling streets below illuminated your face. Your hands guiding Hounds down to your waist.

“It’s good to be home mesh’la” he murmured into the crook of your neck, a damp trail of his salvia leads from the shell of your ear to your pulse point.

No words spoken only mutual desires burn between you both.

Clothes fell, lips and fingers traced the contours of each body, tongues flit against necks, nipples, stomachs. Heat pooled in the base of your stomach , Hounds sizeable length oh so desperate to stretch you to feel you come undone for him.

Hound backed you up to the large windows of your apartment , the sheer viole hardly covering the copulation between two lovers.

“Hound- stop… what if someone uh.. sees” you whimper out

Hounds dark gaze met yours , a smirk tugged at this lips, his long dark curls fell against his face. Your hand leaned over to push them out from his honey eyes.

He held your face and kissed you, lazy deep kisses , his tongue pleading for an entrance you happily accepted.

“Shhhh mesh”la… relax for me” he whispered groaning into your mouth. His errection grinding against your stomach.

So enthralled in this warm haze you fail to notice Hounds large fingers slide down your sides until a firm touch sent a shiver down your spine. His thumb pressed against your clit , two of his fingers tease your moist slit. Up and down dipping in slightly.

“Fuck- your so wet” he hisses through gritted teeth.

Your hips jerked against his touch , the cool glass brushed against your supple skin adding the shivers vibrating under your skin.

Hound gets down on his knees, his gaze never once leaving yours, he drags his nose up your thigh slowly, one hand continuing to rub deft fingers around your slit dragging your arousal across your labia and sensitive clit. On instinct your legs part allowing him better access.

“Oh Hound, stars- oh-“ you moaned.

A fog of pleasure clouded your vision. Skin ablaze.

A flat wet tongue pressed against your clit, one finger pumping away. Your hands grabbed onto his soft curls gently tugging pulling his head taught. Another finger added the pace becoming brisk.

“Don’t be gentle with me - I like it when your rough” he teased.

Your fingers became intertwined in his locks, you pulled his head taught grabbing at his hair harder , grinding yourself on his face as his tongue fucked you.

Your body spasmed your cunt fluttered, your stomach clenched the heat building threatening to take over. Your rolled your hips faster, pushing his face against your tingling clit. Hounds grip on your thighs was harsh, surely to leave bruises, a lewd reminder of this evening.

Heat coiled, your core exploded.

“Good girl , cum for me. That’s it” Hound growled , his filthy praises muffled by your convulsing cunt and the sounds of your panting.

Your breathing was shakey, legs trembling you fall back against the glass. Calloused hands rubbed up your thighs as he stands up. Chin lips and nose shining with your release. Eyes hooded dripping in desire.

Hound backs you into the windows once more flipping you around, your perfect naked body glimmering against the luminous lights of the city below.

“I’ll give you everything you’ll ever need pretty girl” dark hunger laced in his raspy voice.

The velvety tip of his cock stretches your dripping cunt , the tendons in his neck straining as he moaned, the way your cunt fluttered around him had him falling into an animalistic state of rapture.

Slowly hips slap against your ass, heavy fingers roll and pull at your nipple , the other clasped around your throat a thumb on your pulse point the index finger curled into your mouth. His chest heaved against your back, the harsh drag of his cock fucking into you brutally. You jerk and writhe at his touch the painful pleasure almost too much.

Broken screams, pitiful whimpers and the stutter of his name fall from your mouth. These sounds snapped something devilish inside of him.

“That noise …. keep making it” he moaned so fucking desperately.

He sucked on your neck pushing into you harder much rougher than before, moving his hand from your swollen nipple down to your clit. Rubbing firm small circles as he slammed into you. Harder and harder.

Your eyes rolled back, you let your head fall into the crook of his neck, wet squelching noises paired with his violent thrusts pants and moans engulfed your senses over took your mind. The pressure inside you pulled taught you came intensely coating his cock in your sweet cum. Your back arched into Hound his stomach muscles flexing as his pace faltered , more erratic.

A pained groan fell from his chest as Hound spilled into you, filling you with warm thick ropes of his cum. His fingers gently stroking your spine as he softened inside of you placing a tender kiss upon your each shoulder.

“I can’t get enough of you mesh’la” he whispers into the back of your neck, hands travelling across each dip and curve of your body. You hum quietly in response reaching a hand back you stroke his cheek and he melts into your touch. Your souls connect as one.

“My love for you knows no limits”

His words have you gasping as he picks you up carrying you to the fresher. A sweet wave of calm washes over you rippling like the mighty waves on Kamino.

A beautiful feeling nothing or no one could ever replicate.

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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.

#clone trooper hound x reader #sergeant hound x reader #arf trooper hound #arf trooper hound x reader #hound x reader #hound anon #grizzer #tcw fanfiction #hound x gn!reader #gn!reader #fireworks #cw: ptsd

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dystopicjumpsuit · 1 year

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Writer Wednesday, Week 1 (2023)

Tagging @writer-wednesday

Watch and Learn, City Boy

Summary: Your romantic getaway with Sergeant Hound hits a snag, but luckily, you're resourceful. Hound isn't so sure about this whole "camping" thing, but you know the best way to get him on board.

Pairings: Clone Sergeant Hound x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars/The Clone Wars

Rating: T (spicy version is on AO3! Link below!)

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff; mild language; implied/fade-to-black sensuality

“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 standing 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, 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.

***

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 breath against your shoulder.

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

Spicy version here:

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jetii-mando · 1 year

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Anakin gets to meet Grizzer! He has concluded that she, and all her Massiff kin, are his favorites. Hound is very pleased about this development, his plan a complete success.

After this Anakin will go be with the Massiffs (with supervision for safety, Fox wouldn’t hear a word against it until the reptilians have gotten used to their littlest addition) whenever he feels like it, which is quite often.

And on a related note: I finally started writing chapter 1 for this AU! Which will be a fic I’ll hopefully be posting in the future once a few chapters have been written out, so far I have planned out 10+ chapters already. So that’s something I’ll be working on :D

#clone wars #clone wars au #coruscant guard #anakin skywalker #Grizzer the Massiff #arf trooper hound #sergeant hound #my art #The Littlest Corrie AU #finally got a name for the AU :D #I added the tag to my other related posts as well so they’ll be easier to find

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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Do It For Me

Summary: You are a Forensic Scientist who has been put in charge of the lab for Coruscant in spite of your youth and your relative inexperience. Due to budget cuts and the fact that there's so much crime on Coruscant, you are severely overworked. Hound takes an issue with that.

Pairing: Pre-ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 1837

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I was writing a Fives fic and it was turning into hot garbage, so I wrote something else instead. And I'm in a Hound mood for some reason. AND I made a new divider for this story specifically.

You are severely overworked.

You know this. You’ve known this for years. And yet no one seems all that interested in making it better.

You thought, hoped, prayed, that the creation of the Coruscant Guard was going to lessen your workload.

It didn’t. In fact, it just made you busier.

Now there are a lot more men out there investigating crimes, and sending their evidence to your lab, and the same number of techs trying to analyze the evidence.

The turnover rate at your lab is, frankly, embarrassing.

You’re the employee who’s been here the longest, and you’ve only been here for two years. The fact that you’re now in charge of the lab, at barely 24 years old, is horrifying.

But none of the people who trained you were willing to stay.

And you can’t even keep new hires around for longer than a couple of months.

In fact, you once had a recent graduate that you interviewed and hired, who took one look at her to-do stack, and resigned. She worked less than an hour. You hadn’t even had time to finish filing her paperwork before she resigned.

It was impressive.

But as impressive as it was, it didn’t help with the fact that you’re one person doing the job of five.

You haven’t seen your apartment in a week.

You haven’t had a vacation since you were hired.

You haven’t slept more than 6 hours a night in over six months.

And still, still, the work keeps piling up.

At this point, every time you close your eyes, you see blood splatter and blaster round trajectory and dead bodies. Every night for the last week, you’ve had nightmares about the morgue-

You need a break.

Desperately.

But, in the end, it doesn’t matter what you need. Because crimes keep happening, people keep dying, and the evidence keeps piling up, and there aren’t enough employees for anyone to even take a day off, let alone a vacation.

You push your fingers through your hair, pulling it out of the tail only long enough to use your fingers as a brush, and then you pull your hair into a messy knot, and focus your exhausted eyes back on the file in front of you.

30 year old Nautolan Male, found murdered in the lower level. Coroner's report indicates that he was executed, two bolts to the back of the head. Victim was a known member of the Justic-

The words start blurring on the page, and you sigh and press the palms of your hands over your eyes.

You are so kriffing tired.

There’s a sharp knock on your door, and you lift your head as someone clad in gray and white armor walks in. The locations of the colors indicate that he’s a member of the Coruscant Guard, and the colors themselves indicate that he’s an ARF Trooper.

Not for the first time, you curse the fact that the Guard doesn’t allow for more unique body armor paint.

You squint at him for a moment, waiting for your eyes to agree with you so you can focus better on the man standing in front of you. “What’s wrong, Sen’ika, can’t recognize me?”

You recognize the light tone, and familiar nickname, before you recognize the man, and you send up a silent prayer of thanks that the clones only have identical faces, and not identical personalities.

“Hound,” You even sound tired to your own ears, and as he comes closer to you, you see a concerned expression on his face, “Ah, sorry. Sergeant.” You correct hastily.

“You don’t have to use my rank, Sen’ika.” He crouches next to your desk, his sharp eyes taking in the bags under your eyes, the way your hands are trembling, and the blanket and pillow on your couch. “When was the last time you went home and slept?” He asks, his voice gentle.

“Does it look like I have time for that?” You ask as you rub your tired eyes, “I dunno, it’s been a week, I think.”

“Sen’ika,” Hound frowns at you, “This isn’t healthy.”

“It’s not like crime stops because I need to sleep,” You grouch, “And the evidence keeps piling up, and I can’t get anyone to stay longer than a few months and-” You trail off, “And you have another case for me, don’t you?” Your voice becomes dull and almost lifeless.

Hound stares at you for a moment, and then he flashes a small smile. “I don’t, actually. I just wanted to come and see you.”

You squint at him, “Come and see me? Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“...I guess not?” You ask, bewildered.

“Exactly!” Hound smoothly slides something onto your desk while you watching him, bewildered, and then he takes your hands and lightly pulls you to your feet, “We’re taking a trip.”

“I can’t! I have-”

“You have a legal requirement to take an hour break every 6 hours.” Hound interrupts, “How many hours have you been working? More than 6 I’m guessing.”

“...Yeah, maybe.” You don’t fight him as he draps an arm over your shoulder and he guides you out of your office, and down the hall, and then outside, to where Grizzer is waiting.

The large massiff immediately bounces around your feet, and you duck slightly to give her a scratch. You’re a familiar person to her, likely because of how often you bump into Hound at various crime scenes.

“You never did tell me where we’re going.” You say to Hound once you straighten back up.

“Trust me.” Hound offers as he takes Grizzer’s leash and then tugs you against his side.

You’re a little confused at the way he’s being so comfortable with touching you, but you’re also not too bothered. Hound is Hound, after all. He’s always been safe.

So, as he leads you down the street, you don’t offer any complaint outside of a very weak argument that you needed your purse and your comm. And, with a laugh, Hound disagrees.

Hound doesn’t have an office, per se, but he does have his own space where he’s able to do his own paperwork, and where he can take Grizzer when she gets overwhelmed.

And apparently, where he brings overworked and underpaid civil servants who are working themselves to death.

His sen’ika is sitting on the old, worn couch he got from somewhere, her arms draped over Grizzer who is asleep on her lap. She looks exhausted. The kind of exhausted that he’s only seen on Fox before.

In a word, he’s worried.

“Sen’ika,” He coos the familiar nickname, and she lifts her gaze to look at him through hazy and exhausted eyes, and even then she’s the most stunning woman he’s ever met, “You can lay down and take a nap, I won’t judge you.”

She’s already shaking her head, “I have to get back eventually.”

“But if you get up, you’ll disturb Grizzer.” Hound points out.

She looks down at Grizzer, and she must be more tired than he thought because she just looks puzzled, like she can’t quite figure out the best way to get free. His worry increases.

“Just a short nap, sen’ika.” Hound encourages, “You’re not going to be able to finish your work with how fuzzy you are right now.”

For a moment she looks like she’s about to agree, but then she presses her lips into a thin line, “I have to get back, Hound.”

Hound leans back in his seat, his mind racing. He can’t let her go back. Not in this state. And using Grizzer as an excuse isn’t going to work anymore, he already knows.

“Alright,” He says slowly, thoughtfully.

He gets to his feet and carefully moves Grizzer, and then helps his sen’ika to her feet. Hound isn’t the least bit surprised when she stumbles into him, though he is glad that he thought ahead and removed the majority of his armor.

“...m’sorry.” She says quietly.

Hound closes his eyes for a moment and then, very gently presses his hand against the back of her neck, holding her against him. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” His voice is soft, soothing.

Her hands come up to press against his chest, and for a moment, Hound thinks she’s going to push away, worries that he pushed too hard. But, instead, she curls her fingers into the thin material of his blacks. “I’m so tired,” She whispers, and her voice cracks.

And that’s what Hound was waiting for.

His free arm wraps firmly around her, holding her tight, “You don’t have to go back to work. You need to take a break.”

He feels her tears soaking into his top and Hound turns his head to press a light kiss to the side of her head, “Someone has to do it-” She whispers, her voice thick with tears.

“That someone doesn’t have to be you.” Hound murmurs in reply as he slowly, and carefully, walks her back towards the couch. He readjusts her, and then sits on the couch, while holding her close. “We can reach out to the Jedi, they can help you.”

“The Senate-”

“Kriff the senate,” Hound’s voice holds no heat as he gently offers what comfort he can, “You’re working yourself to death, and I’m not going to tolerate it anymore.”

She pulls away from his shoulder and looks up at him through miserable, watery eyes, “Why do you care?”

“Because you’re my friend. Because I care about you.” Hound brushes his fingers against her cheek, “because I love you more than anything in this galaxy. Take your pick.”

She blinks at him, and then drops her head on his shoulder. She doesn’t say anything positive, but she also doesn’t say anything negative, which is good enough for now.

It’s not fair to spring love on her when she’s so exhausted. The fact that she’s not running away is good enough for now.

“Will you stay here and take a nap?” Hound asks as he strokes her back lovingly, “For me?”

“Every time I try to sleep, I have nightmares,” She admits quietly.

“Then you can sleep on me. I’ll wake you if you look like you’re having a nightmare. I promise.” Hound offers. “What do you think?”

She sighs, soft and quiet, “I suppose I can agree to that.” His sen’ika’s eyes drift shut, and Hound carefully adjusts her so that she’s leaning against him comfortably.

Fox is going to blow a gasket, but if he words his request properly, maybe then the Guard and the Forensics unit can get Jedi oversight. That can only help with his poor Sen’ika’s problem, and it’ll keep Fox from working himself to death.

Hound glances at the woman in his lap, and his gaze softens, before he presses a light kiss to the top of her head. That’s a problem for later, for now, he has the love of his life asleep in his arms, and he’s going to just enjoy it while he can.

#star wars #tcw #arf trooper hound x reader #hound x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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tesalicious2 · 5 days

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Hound has been a little hard to pin down but I’ve figured it out, he’s a bit more jaded version of Hagrid

#crack #clones #clone wars #coruscant guard #star wars #sw tcw #sergeant Hound #hound #arf trooper hound

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deejadabbles · 11 months

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I am here to stir the pots thots! After the delicious ideas that arose in this post (especially in the comments lol) I couldn't get this idea out of my head. @blueink-bluesoul I hope this is a fitting apology for adding to your WIPs 😜

(Implied) Hunter x reader x Hound

warnings for: highly suggestive themes (Minors DNI) jealous and possessive Hunter, predator/prey elements and vibes, scent kink, mentions of alcohol.

Hunter had never considered himself a possessive man.

Slow to trust? Sure. Protective of his loved ones? Absolutely. Overly protective of some? Well, he was too big of a man to wave off the notion without thought.

But possessive?

Hunter had never considered it, or jealously, for that matter. That is, until he met Hound. More specifically, until he saw the way you lit up around Hound.

You had spent the first year of the war on Coruscant, working closely with the Corrie Guard, until your skills landed you with the Bad Batch. It made sense that you had...old friends, that some of the boys in red and white had gotten your affection long before you even met Hunter and the others.

Logically, he knew that, but even still, Hunter couldn't deny the clench of anger that filled his chest when he saw you run at the ARF trooper with that adorable smile. And he certainly couldn't deny the growl that escaped him when said trooper scooped you up in his arms and held you tight.

He couldn't stay annoyed at the other man for long, though, especially not when Hound was so enthusiastic as he pulled Hunter into a brotherly hand shake when you introduced them. Still, with you squished between them in a booth at 79's, Hunter couldn't shake the nagging urge to pull you against him every time Hound rubbed your shoulder or nuzzled against your skin. Especially since you giggled every time he did it.

"You know, Hound, I think Hunter's the only trooper that may have your tracking skills beat."

That brought him out of his possessive musings, your praise like music to his ears. Hound did not seem bothered by your comment, if anything, the ARF trooper quirked a brow in interest.

"Oh yeah? That's high praise coming from you, cyare. That true, Sarge?"

Tech was always the best one at bragging (or, "stating fact" as he called it) but somehow, Hunter couldn't find it in himself to be humble right now.

"I'm the best tracker in the GAR," but, because he still had a nice side, he added, "I'm sure you've got some skills too, though."

That made Hound laugh, a bark of a thing, staying true to his name. "Oh, that almost sounded like a challenge, brother."

"Ooo," you smiled into your drink, eyes darting between the two of them, "now that's something I'd like to see."

Hunter flicked his eyes down to you, and he liked the way you squirmed a little under his half-lidded gaze. "Maybe we should test our skills against each other." He looked back up at Hound, who was wearing a mischievous, toothy grin.

"I'm in, how do you want to do this?" The way Hound looked down at you, much in the same way Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you, gave the sergeant an idea.

"You wanna help us, mesh'la?" Hunter asked, making sure his tone was low, the tone that he new made your heart race.

Your throat clenched as you swallowed, "How would I do that?"

Hound made a knowing sound, his grin somehow getting wider. "I think he wants us to track you, sweetheart. Wants us hunt you across Coruscant."

Oh, Hunter could feel your reaction to that and if all this time around you in the tight quarters of the Marauder hadn't taught him a new level of self control, he might have given into the urge to slip his hand down your body right there.

Instead, Hunter said, "Catching you would be the best prize, after all."

Maker, if he could smell your excitement already, what state would you be in when they track you down and caught you like a scared doe?

"Al-" you had to clear your throat, "Alright, I'll be your little prize."

Hound sounded more like a cat when he purred, "That's the brave girl I remember. This is going to be fun."

Hunter scooted back in his seat, allowing you just enough room to squeeze past him and leave the booth. "We'll give you a head start, mesh'la. Don't make this easy on us."

If you were shocked at the abruptness of the command, you didn't let it show. Instead, you downed the last of your drink, made sure your perfect ass brushed against him as you climbed out of the booth, and scurried away at a fast pace.

Hunter could feel something primal stirring low in his stomach, and, sitting beside him, he knew Hound was feeling the same thing.

#this is actually just a ploy to egg on that WIP sev XD #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #hound x reader #ARF trooper hound x reader #deeja writes #spicy lemons

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wanderinginksplot · 11 months

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Sergeant Hound

Sergeant Hound is an ARF trooper in the Coruscant Guard, working closely with a highly trained massiff named Grizzer.

Warriors in Red Armor - Coruscant Guard x fem!OCs pairing - 65.2k words. Some of the best-known members of the Coruscant Guard meet some of the sharpest women in the galaxy. Even as they get closer, the galaxy seems to be changing in strange ways… Themes of enemies-to-lovers, fluff, and loss of mental autonomy. Contains descriptions of protests, arrests, jail, mistreatment of clone troopers.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #sergeant hound #hound #coruscant guard #coruscant guard hound #hound x fem!oc #warriors in red armor fic #warriors in red armor #wanderinginksplot's masterlist #masterlist #masterlist update #star wars fanfiction #ink's fics

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I would be curious who Yen would match me with:

I'm shy, I have anxiety, and I work in a library.

I love watching TV and playing Animal Crossing (the video games.) I like doing embroidery and jigsaw puzzles.

I'm uncomfortable around loud people and large crowds. I don't like having to go to new places and meet new people.

I'm a "highly sensitive person", so sounds really bother me. I am very aware of other people's moods, and unfortunately absorb their bad moods, and it makes me very nervous. So I like calm people.

I'm introverted and need to be in the quiet to recharge my batteries sometimes.

Thanks!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

Yen Ori'ken's Valentine's Day Matchmaker Services

Yen: Another lovely profile! Thank you for writing in, @clonethirstingisreal!

Ah, I think I have just the match for you. This Valentine's Day, I believe you'll most enjoy a date with ...

Sergeant Hound of the Coruscant Guard. An ARF Trooper specializing in tracking with his trusty massif, Grizzer, Hound is a little more relaxed than some of his brothers in the Guard and has a more casual approach to life. A bit of a homebody himself, he prefers a nice night in with good company.

He will absolutely bring his A-game when it comes to boardgames, so be prepared for a challenge (he's a good winner but you may need to give him extra love if he loses. he can be a bit of a grump). He may not be as familiar with slice-of-life video games but you set him up and he'll take to them very quickly. While he prefers board games or more active video games, he will likely find games like Animal Crossing very relaxing. Even better that its a shared activity with you. You'll have a gaming partner in no time!

But Hound's best trait is his big heart. He's the emotional core and baby of the Guard, and he brings that emotional intelligence to his relationships, as well. He's trained to understand Grizzer's non-verbal tells and to be calm for her in the heat of conflict. Doing so for a partner is second nature. His steady presence makes itself known in the quiet way he speaks and a reassuring touch.

Just as long as you don't mind that Grizzer will likely tag along or be part of your date nights.

I believe a classic movie night to be the best for your Valentine's Day date together. But I know Hound would want to impress you, so maybe a themed movie night at home - complete with a fun (easy to prepare) menu matching the movie's theme. plus some fun drinks and dessert.

I hope you enjoy your date with Hound, and thank you again for writing in!

#i hope you like it!#hound is literally boyfriend material in my head #i think he'd be so soft for you and be very protective over you #not necessarily in a physical sense #but over your mental and emotional well being #he'd be the guy to make so much room for your emotions and validate them #he's a big support person #valentine's day ask game #sergeant hound

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cloneloverrrrr · 6 months

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Requesting Hound and fem reader.

Prompt: Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can't resist each other.

Dialogue: "That's it, fuck that's a good girl.

GAR wants better relations between civilians and clone soldiers. They invite the citizens to sign up to be paired with a trooper to train alongside with whatever it is that the trooper does. Much to Hounds annoyance he gets stuck with a female that doesn’t know the first thing about massiffs but really wants to learn.After being a complete jerk to her for several days (this really hurts her feelings) he finds out she lives in a not so safe neighborhood. He says he and Grizzer are walking her home and doesn't take no for an answer. After doing this for a couple weeks things finally get smutty. I love all the little details you add smutty and non-smutty.

Sorry it’s so long. 🫤

Please and thank you. 💕

Ohhhh hi my sweetie, I’m so here for these Hound asks, he needs more attention & loving 🥹🥹🥹👀👀👀

Anyway I hope once again I captured him in the way you wanted & I hope you enjoy this fluffy smut with our sexy Arf Trooper🤩🫠

Keep smiling my lovely 🩷

Dividers by my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🥰

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗔 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 ⠀

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗔𝗿𝗳 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1755

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝗻𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗠 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

The day finally came where you had been able to enter the hanger grounds of the GAR, you had been super enthusiastic about your pairing with Arf Trooper Hound and his massiff, so excited that you practically danced over to the start up area, your pretty sure you can see him now- the tall clone with eccentric crimson and white armour along side the slobbering spiked cutie panting away at his heels.

You were introduced to the clone - Sergeant Hound, nothing more than a nod of his head and a small grunt which had you taken aback.

“Hi so nice to meet you Sergeant Hound my name is Daisy” a smiling beaming so brightly it would of blinded him if not for his helmet.

A snappy hello and a tilt of his head sideways is all you got back out of him. Nevertheless you kept a pleasant demeanour and did what he said and tried your best to keep up with his fast pace and numerous facts of the massiff stood by his side.

“This is grizzer, it erm seems she’s taken a shine to you” his reply was dry, short.

Days past by and you continued to make an effort with the Arf Trooper, you where eager to learn more about Hound, his life, his back story, the war and of course Grizzer, there was even a couple of times you brought him his favourite takeaway caf and treats for Grizzer, sadly nothing was breaking this tough shell he was engulfed in.

Tears prickled at the corner of your dazzling chestnut eyes, the impudence on his part was beginning to wear you down, he was blunt, brash and his ungraciousness hurt.

“Time is up. See you tomorrow.” His voice cold, distant.

Your usual sweet voice was undetectable as you fought to stifle a sob. You gazed at him if only for a small moment one tear escapes and dampens your cheek and with that you make your way home. Head down , shoulders weighing heavy.

Hound cocks his head to the side watching you leave, his chest felt uneasy a pain he had never once felt as he watched you depart with an aura of sadness lingering. He followed you keeping a close eye on your every move. Rather shocked to find out you don’t live in a high rise apartment but a few levels further down in a place appearing relatively unsafe after dark. He keeps his distance but never once allows you to come to any harm.

The iridescent rainbow coloured neon lights , cast a gentle lustrous glow across your delicate features. You suck in a sigh before entering the door of your building, yet something you can’t quite put your finger on leaves a niggly feeling in your gut. A set of eyes bore into the back of your head, so you rush in and frantically tap away at the elevators buttons thanking the maker your only a few floors from the safety of your small apartment.

The next day of your pairing with the Coruscant Guard trooper was a pleasant one, he finally removed his helmet and maker was he gorgeous, striking amber eyes, thick dark lashes, a cheeky smile and his curly locks you just want to tangle your fingers in.

“I got this caf for you I hope you like” his voice was softer than you’ve ever heard and a little blush rises in his defined cheeks.

“Thank you Hound it’s my favourite” there goes the beaming smile he is developing a very deep soft spot for.

“Myself and Grizzer will be walking you home tonight mesh’la” a wave of authority washes over his voice as his gaze lingers on your face slowly moving down your bare neck then back up to your eyes.

Those eyes set a fiery blaze within him melting the tough shell around him.

“Oh no that is ok Hound I will be -“

“I won’t take no for an answer mesh’la” he grins.

That word… Mesh’la. It rolls off his tongue so elegantly sending tingles throughout your body.

Each evening after your time spent in the GAR base Hound accompanies you home along with a happy Grizzer, the conversation flows, jokes are cracked and each evening Hound continues to fall for you. Your beauty overwhelms him with no words can describe it. The moon and the stars don't glow as bright or powerful as your eyes. One glance at you, that's all it takes for Hounds gruff exterior to shatter and his heart to beat faster. He made it quite clear you are the only thing in this galaxy that makes him feel the way he does.

You both stop outside the doors of your apartment building, a small silence before Hound removes his helmet, you feel your heart skipping a beat, the soft quiet between you both betraying your stuttering breathing.

Hound steps closer closing the distance between your bodies, his hot breath fans across your face, his natural scent invades your nostrils and he kisses you. The kiss is soft and lazy as a gloved hand gently caresses your cheek, the other placed in the small of your back pulling you flush against his broad body.

His tongue sweeps across your lips a gentle request to explore the inside of your mouth to which you gladly accept.

“Your so beautiful” he groans into the kiss pulling you as close as possible.

You break away leaning your head in the crook is his neck before your eyes dart upto his face.

“Would you both like to come in for some dinner and stay the night?” Your voice barely above a whisper, gentle fingertips graze Hounds strong jawline. A little shiver shoots up his spine.

He places a featherlight kiss upon your temple, his words light and hushed.

“We would love too Daisy”.

A blissful year later and you laid in the arms of your clone lover , Grizzer snoring away snuggled at the end of your bed, a perfect bliss you never wanted to conclude.

Hound holds you tight drawing small circles onto your hip, goosebumps erupt across your soft skin and the heat in your core rises , a bold feeling overtakes you and find yourself straddling Hound grinding achingly slow against his hardening crotch.

“Mesh’la” his low growl is a warning.

“I thought you were tired” his tone rough as he groans closing his eyes letting his head fall back into the pillows, you watch as his stomach muscles flex against your movements.

You lean over licking a small stripe up his chest to his side of his neck. His palms skim over your thighs.

“I’m never too tired for you Sergeant” you moan softly your lips drifting across his throat, the little bites become harder as your hips roll against his erection.

The sudden force of his calloused hands grabbing your hips curling his fingers into you possessively have you gasping aloud. He pulls you down onto him mirroring your grinding movements. His cock throbbing underneath you. You raise your hips up and begin to gently fist his length holding him firm.

“Fuck mesh’la that feels so good” tendons in his neck straining as he tries to keep ahold of any composure.

You remove your hand and begin to kiss down his stomach until your reach his throbbing length. His cock is thick and veiny, the velvet tip swollen dripping beads of pre cum, your tongue swirls around lapping up every salty droplet, you begin sucking the tip of his cock.

“That’s it, fuck that’s a good girl” he hisses his fingers tangled in your silky hair.

His cock twitches as your tongue flattens underneath him.

You freeze for a moment as Grizzer stirs jumping to you both you can’t help but snort out a laugh.

“GRIZZER! Down!” Hound scowls. You roll off Hound onto the bed clutching at your stomach as your laughing becomes that much more. You watch as Hound shoo’s the happy massiff out of the room locking the door behind him.

“Your are rather mean to our little Grizzer” you tease.

“Shut up” Hound scolds you as pins you down on the bed, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Awww is my dear sweet trooper grum-“ your words are cut off by the force of him impaling you with his thick cock. Your breath hitches and your body tingles with excitement his strong hands grip your hips, strong and unrelenting.

Your eyes shut and breathy moans and groans escape your lips,he hisses through gritted teeth. His cock slides in your tight wet cunt with ease, rubbing and dragging along your walls causing a fulfilling feeling.

You arch your back wrapping your slender legs tight around his waist as he fucks into you at a harsh fast pace. A steamy haze fogs your mind and clouds your vision, your fingers nails digging into the back of his neck leaving crescent marks.

You whimper and moan the harder he fucks you.

“Ohh Hound ohh”

“I love to hear those pretty moans mesh’la” the strain is his voice harsh.

“More- oh fuck more please” you plead and beg.

The way he angels your body has his cock reaching places you never thought possible. Your cunt begins to convulse and flutter your desperate oh so desperate to soak his cock in your juices. His hips rock into you slamming against you harder and harder. In and out. Forcing his cock into your cunt at a devastating angle hitting that perfect spot. Fucking you without any restraint.

“Ohhh stars Hound”

His groans and moans followed by the slapping of skin against skin fill the air in the room.

Shooting stars cast a beautiful glimmer behind your eyes as your body gives way and you cum violently on his throbbing cock. Your body writhes underneath his large scar decorated body. His warm cum splatters your walls as white hot pleasure engulfs you and Hound alike. Hands grasp and claw at each other, bodies fall limp and grind against each other as you both ride out your highs from the sparkling euphoria. Creamy cum leaks out down your thighs staining the sheets below.

“Time to let Grizzer back in” you giggle into his neck.

Hound side eyes you letting out a small chuckle.

“Anything for you my mesh’la.”

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