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runekirikjartan · 10 days

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Fox in my Mandokarla Aran au-

Where the Coruscant Guard are under Kad Ha’rangir’s protection.

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(if anyone figures out what's on the side of Fox's head i'll give you a smooch, it took me 2 hours to translate and write onto the side of his head).

#my artwork #my art #fanart #rune's art #tcw fanart #artwork #commander fox #commander fox art #cc1010 #cc-1010 art #cc-1010 #clone trooper fox #clone commander fox #commander fox fanart #fox fanart #fox tcw #mandokarla aran au

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sihirbazi · 5 months

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duty calls but it’s way too late, i’m too far gone

waiting for godot, hell, with my pants down

#commander fox #tcw fox #cc 1010 #cc-1010 #the clone wars #star wars #star wars the clone wars #sihirbaz art #blood cw

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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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Shadow Play

Commander Fox x senator!reader (fem), Senator Farr, Commander Thorn, and mention of Commander Stone

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: NSFW, this is literally just filth, unprotected sex, exhibition, creampie, fluff, Fox being a tease

Summary: Seeing their favorite senator getting wrecked by their commander was certainly not in the Coruscant Guard’s mission briefing for today.

A/N: I finally had the motivation to write some Fox smut thanks to this art. Huge thanks to @homie-one-kenobi for all the encouragement and help editing ❤️ Writing this has reduced me to a puddle so please enjoy 😂

Lights flashed across the rows of seats, making you squint as another Mon Calamari dancer twirled elegantly. You tried to focus on the choreography, praying it would hold your attention but no matter what, you still couldn’t force yourself to enjoy the ballet. Watching it for a third time wasn’t changing your opinion, yet it wasn’t like you could’ve declined the offer. Your eyes flickered to the balcony opposite you, noting Fox’s absence for the fifth time in less than an hour, borderline glaring at the unfortunate Corrie taking his place.

A small part of you hated the poor sentry, his red armor acting as a constant reminder that for the last 21 rotations and 17 hours since Fox left for an off-world assignment, your bed had been cold and empty. Your eyes finally drifted away from the trooper and just barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at the small group of senators whispering praises. While you agreed that the performers were exceptional, you couldn’t follow the plot, leaving you to count down the seconds until the next intermission. A small part of you wished that Riyo or Padme were there to make the whole experience a little more bearable.

Years of etiquette training was the only thing that stopped you from jumping out of your seat when a booming voice announced the second intermission. Your aid that was standing near the back of the senatorial box shot you a sympathetic look and you appreciated the gesture even if there was nothing they could do to help. Just as the door was within reach, the faint call of your name had you stopping in your tracks, forcing your expression to remain pleasant.

“Senator Farr,” you greeted, managing a small smile. You had nothing against the Rodian senator, you quite liked him, but you really weren’t in the mood for small talk. You expected him to ask for your interpretation of the ballet only to surprise you when he ushered you into the bustling hall.

“How many more acts are there?” he whispered, leaning in to keep the conversation somewhat private. Your mouth twisted to the side in a poor attempt at hiding your amusement.

“Three,” you replied, chewing on your top lip when Senator Farr’s already large eyes seemed to grow bigger. “I plan to feign a stomach bug for the next two.”

“Will it be any less believable if we both do?” he mused, glancing over your shoulder at the cluster of senators still talking about Act 2.

“Probably more believable,” you snickered, scratching the corner of your mouth to cover your persistent grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m not feeling well.”

“Hm, now that you mention it,” Farr sighed, his forehead wrinkling in a show of distress that you found quite impressive. He chanced one last look over your shoulder before gently nudging your arm and hurrying toward the bathroom. You allowed yourself a fond laugh before heading in the direction of the lady’s room, making a detour through the nearby door at the last second. The click of your disgustingly uncomfortable shoes was deafening in the silent stairwell, making you pause at the top of the first flight to check no one had followed.

Once you were confident you were in the clear, you took the last flight at a slower pace, contemplating burning the fucking torture devices you called shoes the entire way. You paused one last time at the top of the steps, just to be safe, before slipping through the door at the top. A warm, orangish glow washed over you, melting some of the tension in your neck and shoulders as you stepped into the cupola.

It had been far too long since you’d ventured into the little hideaway, only able to admire the beautiful stained glass windows from afar. Most Coruscant residents had no idea there was even a room atop the opera house, meaning they missed out on one of the most beautiful views. You lazily wandered toward the window, lightly brushing your fingers over the marbled glass, watching the slightly distorted ecumenopolis below. Your original intention had been to find a refuge from the torture of sitting through three more acts but standing there, looking out across the capital world, all you felt was lonely.

The soft whir of the door was lost to your aching heart but there was no mistaking the muted footsteps approaching. Anyone else would’ve felt fear in that moment, yet you only sighed, knowing the taste of solace you found had come to an end. You let your hand linger on the cool glass for another second before dropping it, turning to face the presence lingering off to your left.

For a moment, you were convinced you were hallucinating, that maybe you were sick, when you turned to find a Coruscant Guard member watching you. There was no mistaking the pattern you had sought out in waves of red armor time and time again. He canted his head and it was so painfully familiar, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted, your manners suddenly tumbling to Coruscant’s surface. Not that he minded.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Fox countered. Just hearing his voice, the unique inflection in his words that set him apart had your shoulders slumping like the marionette strings folding your facade up had been cut. Something between a sob and laugh tumbled past your lips, the sound seemed to break through the barrier Fox built around himself. The second his stance lost some of its rigidity you were moving, throwing your arms around his shoulders. The collision punched a grunt out of Fox but he barely even swayed, catching your weight with ease.

“What are you doing here?” you repeated, the words muffled against his shoulder. It had been three long weeks since you saw him before he went dark for a security detail off-world. Fox smelled of blaster fire, caf, and sweat, a mixture that should’ve had your nose wrinkling, but right then, it was so perfectly him you pressed closer.

“Thought I’d pick up a security shift for a few senators spending the night at the opera,” Fox sighed, pressing the hard edge of his helmet against the side of your head. That had you pulling away, staring into his dark visor. How long had he been back? The question must’ve been written all over your face because Fox laughed, a soft, beautiful sound. “Relax, we landed maybe an hour before it started.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” you mumbled, threading your fingers together at the back of his neck.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” Fox snorted, pulling you as close as he dared. The bite of plastoid against your body was uncomfortable but you’d take it over his absence any day.

“Drama queen,” you huffed with a fond eye roll. His helmet tipped down and you assumed he was pinning you with a dark glare, something you had never wanted to see more than you did in that moment. You carefully broke the seal, slowly lifting the bright red helmet off, not realizing you were holding your breath. Fox blinked a few times, gently shaking his head, tousling his longer-than-normal curls. But instead of a scowl, you were greeted with a soft smile that melted your heart.

“Hey,” he breathed, gently tracing the curve of your back.

“Stars, I missed you,” you rasped just before surging forward to capture his lips. Fox let out a soft, breathy laugh against your lips before gently cradling the back of your head, and leaning into the kiss. The bitterness of caf lingered on his lips, a taste you shouldn’t have missed seeing that you drank it just as often as Fox, however, it always seemed to taste better this way.

The kiss had started out sweet, a slow and tender brush of lips that made your heart flutter wildly. You intended to pull away until Fox started to knead the back of your neck, molding you against the curve of his chest. Every ounce of fatigue and anxiety you had been holding onto melted away as you coaxed his mouth open. Fox groaned softly, using his hold on your neck to angle your head back with an urgency you weren’t expecting. The shift had your head spinning to the point that you hadn’t realized you were moving until your back met the cool window.

“Missed you too,” Fox mumbled, dragging his lips away from yours to pant against your cheek. “So fucking much.”

“Mm, playing bodyguard for one of my colleagues wasn’t engaging enough,” you teased, carding through his messy hair. Fox nipped at your ear in retaliation, forcing a half-gasp, half-giggle past your lips. He tugged you tighter against his chest, the unforgiving plastoid of his codpiece pressing into your thigh, tempting you with what waited behind it.

“Like any of them could compare to you,” he breathed, nuzzling into your neck with a shallow roll of his hips. Maybe it was because you weren’t used to him being gone for long stretches of time but you were suddenly aching to feel something beyond GAR blacks and rigid plastoid. Fox yelped at the impatient tug on his codpiece, pulling back to dart his eyes between your hand and your face.

“What - what are you doing?” he hissed, glancing over his shoulder. Yet he didn’t try to move your hand, letting you trace the shape at a torturous pace.

“I’m trying to indulge in what I’ve been daydreaming about for weeks,” you huffed, playfully tugging on the clip holding the armor in place. You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed before his expression shifted, brown eyes somehow growing darker in the low light.

“Right here?” Fox mused, crowding you against the window and pinning your hand in place. Daring you to bow out. “Now what if one of the boys looked up and saw us? How would they feel seeing their favorite senator being ruined by their commander?”

“Fox,” you gasped, closing your fist in his hair, and grinding into the curve of his thigh plate. The idea should’ve scared you, should’ve filled you with a numbing dread at the thought of anyone catching an esteemed senator with a Guard commander. Instead, you clenched around nothing, mouth falling open with your strained pants.

“Oh, you like that, honey,” Fox purred, his gloved hand slipping under the hem of your short skirt. Even through a layer of fabric, his touch left a trail of heat across your skin. The quiet whine that followed the first brush of his fingers over your cunt made him shiver in your grip. “Maker, you sound even sweeter than in my dreams.”

“You - you dream about the s-sounds I make?” you panted, rocking forward in time with the drag of his fingers.

“Oh, I dream about more than that,” he chucked, bumping his nose against yours.

“Care to share?”

“How long do you have?”

“For you?” you whispered, barely brushing your lips against his. “All the time in the galaxy.”

“Is that so?” he mumbled, moving to pepper kisses down the side of your neck. You caught a glimpse of redness high on his cheeks just before a digit sank into you with little resistance. Your cunt clenched around his gloved finger, a strangled moan bursting from your lips as he pumped his finger once. The rough fabric of his gloves never bothered you before but the desperate, clawing need to feel the warmth of his skin had you squirming.

“Take your gloves off,” you all but begged, “please.” You almost wished you hadn’t asked when he slowly, torturously, pulled away. He caught your eye, pinning you in place with a heavy look, never breaking eye contact as he brought his hand toward his face. You had witnessed Fox bring down a mercenary single-handedly after losing his blaster, seen him dissolve a full-fledged riot, and hit what should’ve been an impossible mark without batting an eye. Yet somehow the sight of his tongue curling around the soaked finger of his glove was more electrifying, setting your teeth on edge.

He pinned you in place, closing his lips around his finger; his lashes fluttered, a muffled groan filling the air as he savored your taste. Your lungs suddenly felt too small as you watched the slow drag of his digit over his full bottom lip. Fox was putting on a show, the twinkle in his lust-blown eyes giving him away and you were undoubtedly enjoying every second. A flash of white teeth sinking into the tip of the glove made your breath hitch, your eyes staying glued to the hem of the fabric as Fox tilted his head back, revealing strong, calloused hands.

Fox’s now bare hand came to rest lightly against your chest, following the curve of your body but your focus was zeroed in on the glove dangling from his teeth. He looked far too pleased with himself, a slight smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as he paused, letting you admire the view. The feather-light brush of his fingers over your heated skin jerked you back to reality but your eyes still followed the fabric when he turned his head, letting the glove fall to the floor before turning his attention back to you.

“Better?” he rumbled, brushing through your folds before sinking two fingers into you, his smug grin never fading. Your head bobbed in an almost frantic nod as you tried to bite back a moan. Fox’s smug smile wasn’t helping either.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasped, tightening your grip in his hair. Fox hummed in the back of his throat, lazily pumping his fingers like he had all the time in the world. You were suddenly reminded of your hand placement when he shifted his weight. If your brain didn’t feel like it might leak out of your ears, you would’ve been more impressed with the skillful way you unclipped his codpiece in one swift movement.

“You’re getting too good at that,” Fox groaned, rocking into your hand.

“You only have yourself to blame,” you laughed breathlessly, tracing the shape of his hard length. He surged forward, his finger brushing a devastating spot inside you as his lips slammed into yours, muffling your incoherent cry.

“Will–will you let me,” he stammered between kisses, the sloppy roll of his hips growing rougher, “let me fuck you for all of Coruscant to see?”

“If–fuck–if you don’t–” you warned, trying to sound commanding, but your ability to form words was quickly narrowing to nothing more than curses and Fox’s name. That seemed to be all the permission he needed though as he licked into your mouth again, the hand that had been buried in your cunt coming up to grip your jaw. In a flurry of movement, you were suddenly facing the expanses of Coruscant, Fox’s warmth pressing against your back as he hiked your skirt up, bunching it around your hips.

“Put your hands on the window, honey,” he rumbled, brushing his nose against the shell of your ear. You obeyed without a second thought, bracing both your hands against one of the orange panels; your heart fluttered when one of his large hands filled the space beside yours. “I wonder if I’ll be able to see our handprints every time I pass by.”

The thought that you’d leave behind a reminder, something only you and Fox would know about, had you pushing back into him. He seemed to catch on, unceremoniously tugging his pants down just enough to free his weeping cock, slipping it between your thighs. There was a brief moment where he paused, his tip barely pressing into your folds like he was savoring the buildup before he pushed in. The stretch felt endless, your head falling forward as you panted around soft whimpers until he was fully sheathed.

“Stars,” you chuckled, feeling dizzy with how full you were, “almost forgot how big you are.” Fox’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, punching the air from your lungs. His free hands slowly followed the curve of your waist, catching on the flashy fabric of your outfit, pausing briefly to brush a thumb over your covered nipple. A shiver tore through you when his hand gently curled around your throat, never squeezing, only using his grip as a way to hold you in place.

“Guess I’ll have to remind you,” he growled, pausing long enough for the words to sink in before he moved. The first thrust tested your ability to hold yourself up but Fox barely gave you a moment to steady yourself before he picked up a brutal pace. If you weren’t so high above the bustling crowds, you might’ve been worried about how you cried out, throwing your head back against Fox’s shoulder.

“F-Fox,” you moaned, needing him to hear the desperation pumping through your veins. You mindlessly curled your fingers over the smooth window pane, forcing your eyes open when you met warm skin. Fox’s hand was still braced against the window, your hand half covering his after your frantic scrambling. You were so mesmerized by the sheer size difference that you didn't notice right away when Fox shifted his weight, hitting a spot that made your eyes cross. You blindly grabbed onto the back of his hand, fingers interlacing between his. Fox instinctively closed his hand, pressing your fingertips into the rough skin of his palm. He nuzzled against your cheek, his ragged breathing raising goosebumps along the length of your throat.

“Fuck, you - you feel so good, cyar’ika” he whimpered, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your cheek. You were both spiraling out of control, climbing higher and higher with each galaxy-shattering thrust. Fox’s usually composed attitude was long gone, leaving him just as desperate and pleasure-drunk as you were. The heat building under your skin had reached a scalding level but you just couldn’t seem to fall over the edge.

“I– I’m so close,” you whispered, turning your head to try and find his lips. Fox mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch before his hand slid over your chest, coming to rest on your stomach. The pressure of his hand made each punch of his cock somehow more explosive, reminding you both just how deep he was; Fox’s strangled moan overlayed with yours, his hips losing their rhythm.

“Never - fuck - never leaving you behind again,” he panted, leaning heavily against your back to drop his hand lower. Every muscle in your lower half clenched when his fingers brushed your clit, ripping an unusually loud moan from deep in Fox’s chest. The movements of his fingers were sloppy but you were so lost in the blinding pleasure that it didn’t matter. It finally, finally, crested, throwing you over the edge with a cry of Fox’s name as you gushed around him.

It only took three more thrusts before Fox went rigid, burying himself to the hilt with a soft, shaky moan.

Your thoughts cleared slowly, the fog of arousal melting away as you drifted back down to Coruscant. The empty cupola felt oddly quiet without the slap of skin on skin, leaving you to focus on Fox’s slightly labored breathing. Your eyes drifted back to where your hands were still braced against the stained glass, a small smile lifting the corner of your mouth when you noticed that your hand was still wrapped around Fox’s larger one. Flashing speeder lights caught your attention, drawing your gaze to the traffic zipping past the opera house.

“Think anyone saw us?” you wondered absently. Fox laughed, loud and unguarded, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder and the sound alone was enough to make your stomach do a funny little flip.

“We may never know,” Fox snickered, kissing the base of your neck. The deafening chirp of Fox’s comm brought you crashing back to reality, but you did your best to not let your disappointment show when he reached up to tap a button on his vambrace. “Fox.”

“Gotta question for you, Commander,” Thorn said in place of a greeting. Fox propped his chin on your shoulder, humming softly when you let your head drop to the side, resting your temple against his.

“Yes, Thorn.” There was a pregnant pause, your brows pulling together when you swore you heard a muffle laugh through the channel.

“You, uh, wouldn’t happen to be in the opera house’s cupola, would you?” Thorn snickered. Your stomach plummeted to your feet while Fox stiffened behind you. There was no denying it since Fox’s cock was still buried inside you. You tilted your head down, searching for a few dots of red in the sea of creatures, easily finding them near the opera house’s entrance.

“No,” Fox replied stiffly, only making the situation worse.

“Oh really?” a slightly different voice huffed. You glanced to the side, arching a brow in question. Fox rolled his eyes but mouthed, Stone, before returning his attention back to the comm.

“Heya, senator!” Thorn shouted. You only knew it was him because just as the greeting came through, you saw one of the dots with more red paint raise an arm, waving it wildly.

“How’d you know?” Fox grumbled, sounding close to pouting in your opinion.

“We can see your shadows, shit for brains,” Thorn wheezed, barely getting his sentence out between fits of laughter.

“Go do your fucking jobs,” Fox snapped, punching the button to end the call a little too hard. You had managed to keep a straight face throughout the call but you were steadily losing the battle against laughter. “I’m glad you find it funny.”

“I’m surprised you don’t,” you giggled, lightly resting your head against his temple. Fox huffed and hid his face against your shoulder, faintly shaking his head.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this,” he groaned, mindlessly squeezing your fingers that were still intertwined with his.

“About getting caught,” you wondered, letting a smirk pull at the corner of your mouth, “or how hot it looked from their perspective?” Fox sounded defeated as he brought your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Both.”

Taglist: @techs-feral-wife (thank you for your help too Max ❤️)

#commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #commander fox #coruscant guard #commander fox smut #cc-1010 #star wars #the clone wars #marshal commander fox

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olives-and-lilies · 8 months

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Okay, okay, the fic Worthy of Devotion, is in and of itself also worthy of my devotion. You don’t understand, it’s so good. It’s Fox/Riyo with Riyo as Chancellor and Fox as her personal bodyguard and you DONT UNDERSTAND!!! It’s BEAUTIFUL! It’s clone-centric, and has a goregous build-up, slow burn, little PTSD, addresses the clone slavery angle, and the effects that has on a mans self-worth, it’s just phenomenal. @hrtiu did some serious work on this one and I absolutely love it. This scene, this scene and Fox’s “I’d like to see you try” (which I won’t tell you when it is but just know it is executed FLAWLESSLY) have stuck with me so hard and are just ✨chef’s kiss✨

#olives and lilies #my art #riyo chuchi #fox x riyo #cc-1010 #commander fox #fox/riyo #star wars #star wars clone wars #clone wars #canon divergence #slow burn #bodyguard au #chancellor chuchi #you have to read this it’s gorgeous

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enigmatist17 · 1 year

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A feral thought before I go to bed

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Fox expected it would be a lot harder to find it. It really should have been, after all this was the man who was getting closer and closer to doing something that would make the war end in a horrible way. Yet there it was, just...under the desk.

The lightsaber is red, similar to the blood of his brothers and the armor he had known since leaving Kamino.

Red like the rage that slowly boiled within him when he was ordered to hunt down Fives, terrified and harried Fives who knew.

Palpatine didn't realize his own lightsaber was in Fox's hand until the red blade was sticking out from his chest. His fellow guard had all frozen at the sight, and all you could hear were the pained gasps as Palpatine tried to breathe.

"Sith scum." Fox whispered into his ear before twisting the hilt, and severing the Chancellor in half with a flick of his wrist. The lightsaber powers down, and Fox just stares at the man he served before looking up at his frozen men.

"Get Fives and get him off the streets safely, I have to call the Jedi Council." They nod and go to save their brother, and Fox just continues to stare at the corpse in front of him. He may not have always been the best, blinded by his high status, but at his core, Fox knew one thing.

Brothers came before everything.

#personal #star wars #star wars clone wars #commander fox #cc-1010 #Fox kills Palpatine au #because I need it #palpatine #idk I just #Fox is growing on me

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catboydogma · 4 months

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envie si grande et menaçante

grandiose - pomme

wc: 4,475

notes: the long-awaited vox fic for @meerlichtz :) this has been in my drafts for so long that i think it put me on (semi-unintentional) hiatus. yes, this fic is quite possibly the reason why i've written .2 fics for the last 32 years. regardless despite all the horrors i had a ton of fun writing this and hope u enjoy meer :)

summary: one Jedi Shadow Quinlan Vos gets stuck in the Coruscant Guard's medbay recovering from a mission gone meiloorun-shaped. This goes about as well as expected.

“You are not allowed to die on me,” Fox snarled, reining in the urge to shake the Jedi by the fronts of his tabards. For General Gallia to leave Fox to babysit this asshat and then have this asshat die on him was unconscionable. Fox had never failed a mission objective in his life, and he wasn’t about to let some muscle-headed Jedi change that.

“Me?” Vos grinned. His teeth were stained pink with claret; Fox could see it foaming at the corners of his mouth, lips and tongue a ruddy crimson with it. “Why would I die when I have so many better things to be doing on you?”

Mission parameters could be flexible. Surely General Gallia wouldn’t mind that much if Vos disappeared—quietly—discreetly—

“Whoops. Now that’s a scary face.” Vos mimed zipping his lips shut. The effect was only partially ruined by the tremor in his hands, now getting worse.

“Shut up.” Fox leaned even more of his weight into the hands keeping pressure on Vos’ abdomen and ribs, ignoring Vos when he wheezed something about his ribs. A few cracked ribs wouldn’t kill the Jedi, but the hole in his chest would, even if the blaster shot had only just missed his lungs. “Medevac, ETA?”

“Closing in on your location now,” Thire reported. “Hold your position.”

“It’s worse than it looks,” Vos said airily.

“Commander Thire can be the judge of that.” Fox felt his lips draw back in a near-unconscious snarl but he kept his hands and voice steady. There was no telling how fragile a natborn could be, even one with Jedi capabilities and training.

“Commander Thire is calling bullshit on that, unless the blood loss is starting to affect the good General’s vision.” Thire arrived with two full squads of backup: he and another Corrie medic dropped to their knees beside Vos, ushering Fox out of the way as Fox started to direct cleanup efforts.

This Jedi had an uncanny ability for making situations devolve before Fox’s very HUD. General Gallia had left on a relief mission to the Outer Rim yesterday, at which point Fox had met her temporary replacement—one Knight Vos, Jedi Shadow and relentless flirt. From what limited intelligence Fox had managed to gather, Vos was conducting covert ops on Coruscant, which made it convenient for him to be stationed at the CGHQ with the Guard. He’d gone out at some point last night for what he’d cited to be “super top-secret party business,” missed his early morning check-in, and turned up two klicks from HQ mid-afternoon sans four pints of blood. Fox recalled the squads he’d sent out in search of Vos after he’d missed check-in, sent another to scour the area for traces of Vos’ attackers, and ignored the increasingly amused conversation Thire was having with the Jedi behind him.

more on ao3

#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state #oooogh god. it's so late #happy new year i finished this to trick my brain into cooperating w me. to write more this year #fics #fanfiction #tcw #tcw fanfiction #the clone wars #vox #quinlan vos #commander fox #cc-1010 #star wars fanfiction #star wars #star wars prequels #the coruscant guard #quinlan/fox #quinlan vos/commander fox #ok that's enough tags. this will get where it needs to go.

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aka-trashrat · 1 year

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A little Commander Fox doodle that manifested itself... I did not intend to draw him, but I guess he wanted to express himself!

#commander fox #possum draws #cc-1010 #swearing

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obes-kenobes-benos · 9 months

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Fox: That's not what I meant. No, we have to fight him.

Obi-Wan We're not going to fight him. He's the devil. And you don't dance with the devil because you get burned. Also, because in Palpatine's case he has no rhythm, and his hands are like little rat claws.

#fox & obi-wan friendship #obi-wan kenobi #cc-1010 #commander fox #incorrect quotes #incorrect star wars quotes #star wars #incorrect clone wars quotes

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greenwith-ivy · 4 months

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saw him at the mall today…..

#star wars #tcw #commander fox #cc-1010

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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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you got time for smut with your favorite clone in gray sweatpants? 👀

Golden Hour

Commander Fox x fem!reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: NSFW +18, smut (this is basically just sleepy, morning filth)

A/N: I was stuck between posting this or an angsty Thorn request but I just couldn't resist lol. Thank you Clara for the request that led to this 👀

It had been a long night. Drinks with Fox’s brothers always ended with too much alcohol, not enough water, and at least one of the commanders in the drunk tank. Thankfully, Fox hadn’t been the commander spending the night sobering up with Stone and his unimpressed stare.

Wolffe was going to be pissed when he came to.

You blinked at your steaming caf, willing your head to stop pulsing in time with the ticking chrono across the room. A speeder swerved too close to your apartment building, the blaring horn drawing your scowl. The temptation to wander back to bed was almost strong enough to make you move until you heard shuffling from the hallway. Hangover or not, you still swooned a little when he stepped through the doorway.

Frankly, Fox was a fucking mess. His eyes were barely open and his curls looked fuzzy as he absently scratched at his stomach. It was disgustingly adorable and you were overcome with the urge to squeeze his face. A soft grunt had your eyes refocusing on his face, and a dark brow arched when your eyes met his.

“Caf,” you mumbled, waving lazily to your right. Fox grunted again, shuffling into the kitchen and glaring down at the empty mug. You leaned into his side only to blink when your forehead met warm skin, shifting to look up. Fox had turned his head, half-lidded eyes staring down at you, his brows pulled together in confusion.

You leaned away, letting your eyes drift across the width of his shoulders, finally taking in his attire or lack thereof. Fox’s favorite worn sweatpants sat low on his hips, your eyes following the subtle curve of his hips that disappeared under his waistband. The sudden carnal need to trace them with your tongue felt like a gut punch.

“What?” Fox rumbled, lazily curling an arm around your waist. Your head was still fuzzy with sleep and leftover alcohol but the slow-growing arousal warming your skin was helping to sharpen your thoughts. Fox’s perplexed expression never changed as your eyes trailed over his soft stomach before settling on the faint outline of his cock. Even soft, you could still make out the shape through the gray fabric and you idly wondered if Fox was even aware of it.

“Hey,” Fox huffed, gently shaking you, “what’re you doin’?” The scowl he wore was dulled by his still slightly red cheeks and the creases left behind from his pillow.

“Admiring the view,” you hummed, a small smirk lifting the corner of your lips. Your eyes fell to the waistband of his pants again until a finger hooked under your chin, tipping your head back, forcing you to meet Fox’s dark eyes.

“My eyes are up here, cyar’ika,” he mumbled, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Maybe it was a lingering buzz but you were captivated by the pet name, zeroing in on the way his mouth formed the word.

“Mm, true,” you chuckled. With a boldness that surprised even you, you curled two fingers under the band of his sweatpants, tugging hard enough that Fox stumbled closer, pinning you against the counter. “But what I want is here.”

The response was immediate, the material clinging to his now half-hard cock; a breathy chuckle passed your lips when it twitched under your gaze.

“Maker,” Fox breathed, the hand that had been holding your chin moving to rest around the base of your throat, his empty mug abandoned in favor of more interesting things. “It’s 8 in the morning.”

“Need I remind you of the night after that prison riot,” you teased, gently playing with the hair just under the fabric. He immediately ducked his head, the color in his cheeks becoming even more apparent and you smiled, tugging on his waistband again.

“Could’ve told me to piss off,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Do I look like an idiot to you?” Fox rolled his eyes but his top lip twitched, giving him away. You leaned closer, a shiver zipping down your spine when the fingers around your neck tightened slightly, and paused just before your lips found his. “I think you wore these on purpose.”

“Too hungover to think clearly enough for that,” Fox countered, sounding a little breathless, “although, now I’m glad I did.”

“I can tell,” you giggled, finally curling your hand around his hard length. It sounded like the air had been punched from his lungs, his breathing picking up as you appreciated the velvety texture. Fox bucked into your hand, apparently unbothered by your dry palm or secretly liking the harshness of it. Fox tightened his hold on your throat just enough to pull you into a lazy kiss, clumsily fucking into the tunnel of your fist.

“May - Maybe I should wear ‘em more often,” Fox mused, panting into your mouth. His hips started moving fast, with more purpose as he chased his release.

“Hold on,” you whispered, loosening your grip, making him whine in the back of his throat. It seemed to take momentous effort but his hips slowed to a stop and you leaned in, rewarding him with a languid kiss that made him throb in your hand.

“You okay? Wanna stop?” Fox managed around labored breaths.

“No,” you hummed, pecking his lips once more before tilting your head down. You pulled the elastic away, gathering saliva in your mouth, crossing your fingers that Fox hadn’t caught on yet.

“What a - ah.” Your spit rolled down the length of his cock, allowing your hand to glide easily over his skin, turning Fox’s soft noises into full-blown moans. With a bit of coaxing, Fox rolled his hips again, his forehead dropping against yours.

“Feel good, love?” you purred, dragging your nail lightly over his flexing pec.

“Fu - fuck, yeah, yeah,” Fox stammered, aiming to kiss you again only to gasp against your lips. “I - I’m - shit - so close.”

“Cum for me,” you nearly pleaded, lightly squeezing him. Fox unraveled in record time, gasping out a string of curses with your name mixed in as his thrusts turned shallow. You slowly released him, pecking his lips when he groaned at the loss, and stifling a giggle when he winced as his sweatpants snapped back into place.

“Yeah, that’s not comfortable,” he huffed, working to catch his breath.

“Sorry,” you replied with a small shrug, not feeling guilty in the slightest. Fox’s lashes fluttered, his eyes finally opening to meet yours and you smiled, sweet yet a little mischievous. His lips parted, most likely ready to ask what you were doing only for his jaw to go slack when you brought your hand to your mouth. The greedy drag of your tongue made his pupils grow, his eyes glued to his cum sitting on your tongue.

You were almost finished cleaning off your fingers when his restraint snapped. Fox surged forward, groaning when he tasted himself on your tongue, dominating the kiss as he pressed you into the countertop.

“My turn for a taste,” Fox growled, depositing you onto the counter with little effort. Your stomach swooped when he dropped to his knees, a faint smirk on his lips. Maybe you would go out with his brothers more often if this was what you had to look forward to in the morning.

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plainshobbit · 6 months

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Day 2: Solace

(Yes, this is a few days late. Oops!)

I humbly present a little Post-Rebelion AU drabble:

Fox stood on a wooden deck overlooking the Pantoran marsh and let the nocturnal serenade of marsh creatures wash over him. This was his home now. Their home.

After the Empire had finally been defeated, Riyo elected to leave the nurturing of the fledgling New Republic to other hands.

His wife had subsequently relocated them to this secluded spot in the marshlands of her home world.

Surrounded by nature -- wild and free living things -- it had quickly became a place of healing.

On nights like these, when specters of Fox' past haunted his sleeping hours, he slipped outside and let the landscape anchor him back to the present.

Light steps approached and slender arms wrapped around Fox' bare torso. He felt a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and then the softness of Riyo's hair as she laid her head against his back.

No words needed to be spoken in this moment. All was understood. Riyo had her own ghosts to contend with after all.

Fox covered her slender arms with his broad ones, tenderly caressing the limbs that embraced him. They stood together like this for quite some time -- each gathering strength from the other.

Turning in her arms to face Riyo, Fox looked into the bright golden eyes shining in the moonlight.

Eyes that knew him better than anyone else. Sometimes better than he knew himself.

Years ago, in the beginning, that had terrified him. It felt dangerous to be seen so clearly by a nat-born.

Later, after he had learned to trust and respect – and in time love Riyo, her ability to know him so well frightened him for another reason. Fox was beginning to fear what the war and the influence of Palpatine were doing to him. Who they were turning him into.

Would those eyes look at him differently if they saw. Would they turn away in disgust?

They never did.

Riyo continued to see the man beneath the mask. And her eyes with their steady gaze were a beacon guiding him back home if he began to lose himself.

Now the wars were only memory and Fox could spend his days losing himself to the comfort and love that shined in those same golden eyes.

@foxiyoweek

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mamuzzy · 9 months

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Fox hunt Playing in the same universe as my fic Dar'ad but a few scenes later. Commander Fox on the corridors of Kamino. (Please do not repost, thank you!)

#commander fox #cc-1010 #coruscant guard #the clone wars #star wars #the clone wars fanart #star wars fanart #fanart #peony draws stuff

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