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The Bad Batch Season 2 starts today,
And I will be thinking of no-one, and nothing, else for the rest of the year.
Thank you.
#crosshair the bad batch#the bad batch s2#the bad batch#I may or may not be a thirsty bitch#But dammit am I a thirsty bitch that cares#I am ready#My heart is not#PLEASE DON'T LET MY BABY BOY DIE#AND PLEASE ESPECIALLY DON'T LET IT BE TO HIS BROTHERS OR VADER#Guys I am so excited and anxious for thus tgat I need my fucking inhaler#I just#I just want Crosshair fully back#And for him to be happy and loved#And for them to all be a fucking family again#HE STILL HAS HIS CHIP IN FUCKING DAMMIT#And where's our precious boy Howzer#I NEED TO SEE THEM OKAY BY THE END OF THIS GUYS#PLEASE#FOR THE LOVE OF GOD#LET CROSSHAIR AND HOWZER BE SAFE AND HAPPY 2023#LET'S START OFF THIS NEW YEAR RIGHT
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âThe Outpostâ Thoughts
Iâve watched this episode twice today and I just need to rant. This episode is one of the most heartbreaking and tragic episodes Iâve ever seen. Both the music and animation go to great lengths to show how utterly alone and lost Crosshair is. Heâs lost everything and the only thing he has at the moment is Mayday. Side note: I love that the person who reaches out to Crosshair is a âregâ and we all know how Cross felt about them originally. The fact that Crosshair would fight for the life of a âregâ was truly heartbreaking and heartwarming. He is changing and slowly realizing how warped his views were.
The trek though the snow storm... donât get me started because that was only adding to the pain. And the symbolism of the vulture... phenomenal.
To me, the most gut-wrenching scene was when Cross and Mayday finally get back to base. Seeing Crosshair, of all people, beg on his knees for help only to be denied broke me. I cried. He is desperate and has been crumbling but now, he has broken. The look he gives when he stares up at the ice vulture is so powerful. You can tell he has resigned his fate and he knows he canât keep going the way he has been any longer.Â
âThe Outpostâ is an example of peak Star Wars. It perfectly captures the tragedy of Crosshair and the emotions heâs feeling. And instead of giving us hope, they leave us on a dark note. There are consequences for Crosshairâs actions and now heâs paying the price unfortunately. I can only hope that this season ends with some comfort for him. I really hope or else Dave will hear from me.Â
#bad batch spoilers#the bad batch#crosshair#tbb crosshair#save our boy please#i still haven't fully processed this episode#i dont think i ever will#the pain i felt#crosshair has truly suffered and i just want him to be ok#dave you better watch your back#Dave Filoni
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Omega is not okay
I know we've all been over the moon about Crosshair and Hunter's dynamic in The Return, but I want to draw some attention to Omega in this episode, and something that I think Joel Aron is trying to draw attention to with his lighting choices.
Omega is not okay.
Joel has made pointed out many times that he loves doing reveal lighting (think the overhead light in Crosshair's cell or on the freighter at the end of A Different Approach giving him a halo, or how Hunter stops short of the overhead light on the Marauder before stepping out to greet Omega). And throughout this whole episode, the light is breaking over Crosshair and bathing him in warmth more and more. He is slowly returning the light and coming home to his family.
Omega, however, in nearly every single scene in this episode, is in shadow.
Yes, her hairstyle is contributing to the fall of light on her face, and yes, she has her hat on while they're on Barton IV. But this is showing that her psychological state since they escaped Tantiss is uneasy, at best, and very conflicted and darkened, at worst. Even when she wakes up in the comfort and safety of the Marauder, she is shrouded in shadow. And even in scenes where the light wraps around and highlights Crosshair's face, Omega's is kept harshly defined, and she is often looking away from the "camera".
Even when we see her somewhat happier at points in this episode, usually due to watching her brothers reconnect, her face is not as well lit as theirs.
Omega kept her positivity and optimism at the forefront while she and Crosshair were in prison, and throughout most of their escape. It's what we most associate with her--being a ray of sunshine and encouragement for those around her. Now, however, she has the opportunity to relax a bit, for the adults to be handling certain things, and the trauma and perspective shift that she has just gone through is coming to the forefront.
Her survivors guilt, her shock at not being the only female clone, her confusion and questions over who she is and why she is so important, the cruelty she's seen Hemlock be capable of, and her continued empathy for anyone who is suffering is all swirling around in her in ways that she doesn't know what to do with yet. Yes, she has seen much suffering in the galaxy already in her short life, and has always been adamant about her need to help others. But ultimately it had never impacted her like this. Until now.
Crosshair has been broken and remade by his experiences. Omega is being broken and remade by hers as well. And I'm not sure the boys fully realize just how much yet.
Omega refuses to be left behind. She feels responsible for the fact that the rest of the clones are still on Tantiss. She feels guilty that she could have a chance at a life still and they don't. She feels an all-encompassing need to help them if she can, even though she is still young and vulnerable. This is ultimately going to conflict with Hunter's desires to keep her safe and hidden. Echo has already chosen the fight. Wrecker is willing to go wherever he's needed. Crosshair has been through too much to not be willing to fight back however necessary.
Hunter is going to eventually realize that while Omega is still a child, and does need to be protected, at the same time, her own sense of responsibility is going to eventually supersede his desires.
Echo and Crosshair especially will be able to understand some of what she is feeling and hopefully help guide her through it. Hopefully, Omega will be able to reconcile who she is, what she is capable of, and what is outside of her ability to fix, sooner rather than later. But it's safe to say she will never be the same after this. At least she has a little bit of reprieve before facing whatever is next.
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Deserved
Pairing: Crosshair x Gen!Reader
Summary: Crosshair wakes up next to you.
Warnings: None. A lilâ fluff. A lilâ angst. Spoilers for S3.
WC: 300
A/N: I have so many feelings after the season premiere! Crosshair is making me act up. I wrote this little drabble bc I love him. Enjoy!
Crosshair opened his eyes, expecting to see the dark durasteel ceiling of his cell.
As his eyes focused in the early morning light, he quickly realized he was somewhere else. The pillow beneath his head was soft. His back was comfortable on a mattress, not in pain from the hard cot he spent his sleeping and waking hours on in the detainment facility.
A soft sound broke the silence, and Crosshair turned his head.
You were asleep, peaceful and beautiful, your chest slowly rising with each breath.
Thatâs right. He was here. With you.
Crosshair let out a breath he didnât realize he was holding. He could feel the familiar panic and anxiety in his gut fading. Seeing you next to him brought him back to reality.
Crosshair slowly lifted a hand, ever so gently brushing his fingers across your cheek.
You smiled, mumbling his name, but didnât wake.
Your skin was warm and soft. You grounded him.
His fingers trembled slightly, but not from his anguished memories. His hands have steadied ever since being with you, though not fully gone.
Instead, they trembled with emotion. How could someone so perfect, so forgiving, so strong, be next to him every morning when he wakes.
He still didnât think he deserves this, or deserves you.
He knows itâs a stupid thought, but Crosshair is still amazed daily that you continue to stand by him.
Crosshair had accepted his fate, ready to die in the Empireâs grasp, to rot away in a cell as they took what they needed from him.
All it took was someone to believe in him. Omega didnât give up on him. Neither did his brothers. Neither did you.
Crosshair pressed his lips to your forehead, shifting himself closer to you, to feel your body fully against his.
You wrapped your arms around him, uttering something before nuzzling into his chest, quickly falling back to sleep.
Crosshair closed his eyes, focusing on both of your breathing. Crosshair felt himself slipping into a dream, a pleasant one filled with your warmth. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was maybe he did deserve this. Maybe it was time to forgive himself.
But that could wait until later. Right now, he just wanted to be held by you.
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"Beach lookout's nap"
The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!
While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city [Part 2] there is out there!
Echo and Hunter might have gotten concerned about the ruckus [Part 3] that these two started to cause...
Crosshair, on the other hand...?
He couldn't give a flying kark.
...or least that's what it would seem like.
Even through a slit of sight, nothing escapes the skillful sniper's eyes. Watching his brothers (and sister) from the distance, he peacefully swings on his hammock, a couple of meters above the ground and (hopefully) far away enough from the mischief that is, apparently, stirring among his siblings.
This state of bliss comes to a halt however, when the crackle of a comm breaks through the sounds of nature.
âOmega to Crosshair, come in Crosshair!â
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"For the love of the Maker", he thinks to himself.
Admitting his defeat, Crosshair opened his eyes fully and stared at the palm leaves above, casually spotting a palm weevil crawling over them within a split second.
He took a deep breath as he pressed the button of his own commlink, making sure to drag his words to let Omega know of his displeasure as he spoke:
"What do you want?"
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
Alright, alright, alright.
I know I said that I'd post a version with 1-2 tats and then the full body, but I just could NOT choose which tat to leave onđ so now you get the zero tats as the "HC" version, and...
DON'T BE SHY, ZOOM THE HECK IN!
(also i know that he shouldn't have an ice vulture in this hc where he never left the batch so he never met Mayday, whoops)(SORRY FOR THE HUGE POST TOO)
This was so. Much. Fun. Not all the tats have a HUGE, INTRINCATE meaning but, honestly? I'm just SO HAPPY with the result.
Some of the tats are very pretty so, I thought I'd clean them up and show you guys! Might even make stickers in the future!
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@nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius THANK YOU TOO! for the ice vulture idea; I'll make a sketch for his back tomorrow!! â„
@wwheeljack @freesia-writes the no-tat version is the og now XD
I'm very, very happy about the drawing. The colors and background were super fun to make. The perspective might be wonky but I don't mind, I'll get better at it eventually xD
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AND AS PER USUAL, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK AND LOVE!!! đđđ
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Babygirl
Kinktober â24 - domination/choking/overstimulation
Crosshair Ă F!reader
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 3.5k whoops this was meant to be short
Summary: You're in a relationship with Crosshair and sometimes you like it a little bit risky. When youâre out at 79âs with the squad the evening ends earlier than anticipated.
Notes: This is one of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my request are open. This one is absolutely self indulgent and I have no excuse. I was giggling when I wrote the tag list, this was supposed to be short but what can I say, I have a soft spot for dom!Crosshair. Tags: Established relationship (important, donât do stuff like that with people you donât know), Semi-public unprotected sex, fully clothed (armored) male, almost naked female, spitting, slight choking, overstimulation, orgasm so good you start crying, subspace, brief mention of going non-verbal but lots of aftercare too, Hunter doesnât like his little brothers escapades
The neon lights of 79's flickered as you leaned against the bar, the room buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversations.
Tech had stayed on the Marauder like most nights, spending his time tinkering with modifications on the ship and enjoying the silence when everyone was gone. Wrecker was on the dancefloor easy to spot as always, towering all the other clones and Hunter and Echo had ventured towards the back of the room to secure a booth for the squad before it got too crowded.
But your attention wasn't on the lively atmosphere around you - it was fixed entirely on the man sitting beside you. Crosshair, in his usual armor, minus the helmet, was lounging back with his characteristic smirk, a glass of amber whiskey swirling in his hand.
He hadn't said much since you had sat down together, but his presence and his hand resting on your thigh was all you needed to make your pulse quicken. There was something about him, the confidence, the sharp edge to everything he did, that had always drawn you in.
Over time, you had come to understand the language of his quiet affectionâthe subtle gestures that spoke volumes. Youâd spent countless nights wrapped up in his arms, and still, every glance, every small touch, set off sparks that made your stomach flip. There was something addictive about how easily he could make you melt, even after so long and youâve never felt so safe with someone like with him.
Your eyes flicked to the glass in his hand.
"What does it taste like?" you asked.
Crosshair's eyes slid toward you, and for a moment, he didn't respond. He simply took a slow sip of the whiskey, his lips curling around the rim of the glass as he drank. When he finally set the glass down, his smirk widened, clearly enjoying the game.
"Want to find out?"
You nodded, swallowing as his sharp gaze pinned you in place.
Crosshair stood slowly, his glass in hand, and stopped just inches in front of you. You could feel the soft brush of his breath on your skin, he loomed over you, his dark eyes locking onto yours, the sudden closeness making your pulse race.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice low and commanding, his lips brushing your ear. There was no room for argument and the way he looked at you made you feel fuzzy.
Your breath caught, but you obeyed, parting your lips for him and slightly sticking your tongue out. Without breaking eye contact, Crosshair took a slow sip of his whiskey, letting the liquid sit on his tongue before leaning in closer. The anticipation made your pulse pound in your ears as he tilted your chin up slightly with his free hand.
Then, he let the whiskey drip from his lips into your open mouth.
The sensation of the warm liquid, the slight burn of the whiskey mixed with something undeniably him, sent a shiver down your spine.
Before you could react, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing the whiskey deeper into your mouth as he kissed you. The kiss was rough, demanding, and it made your entire body heat up. You whimpered against him, your hands instinctively reaching for his chest plate, trying to find something to hold on to.
When he finally pulled back, his lips hovering just inches from yours, you were breathless.
"You like it?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip.
"Yeah," you breathed, your head spinning from the mix of the whiskey and the taste of him.
"Good," he said simply, his eyes darkening with lust that mirrored your own.
"You want more?" he whispered low and raspy letting his hand drop to your neck.
You could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasnât talking about the whiskey.
You felt your pulse pound beneath his fingertips, each second stretching longer as the air between you thickened.
"You know that I always want more," you whispered, trying to hold your voice steady despite the fluttering inside you.
His grip on your neck tightened just enough to make you feel a bit lightheaded, and his smirk widened, dark and possessive.
âAnd you know that I can never deny you anything,â he rasped.
Before you knew it, Crosshair's hand was on your wrist, pulling you off the barstool and guiding you through the crowded bar with a single purpose in his stride. You didn't ask where he was taking you, it wasnât the first time you snuck out to fuck somewhere and your body was already responding to the low, steady burn of arousal that had settled deep in your core.
He led you outside into a dark alley behind 79's, the sounds of the bar fading into the background as the cool night air hit your skin. The alley was dimly lit, tucked away from prying eyes, and the moment you were far enough from the crowd, Crosshair pushed you up against the brick wall, his body pressing close against yours.
The cold, hard edges of his armor dug into your skin, but it only added to the thrill, making your heart race even faster. He slipped the straps of your top over your shoulders exposing your chest, your nipples hardened immediately in the cold air.
âSo beautifulâ he whispered letting his thumbs brush over your tits.
Then his hands slid down your sides, rough and unyielding as they found the hem of your skirt.
With a swift, deliberate motion, he bunched the fabric up around your waist, exposing your legs to the cool air.
"Crosshair," you whispered, your voice a mix of need and anticipation.
He didn't say a word, his fingers hooking into the front of your panties, pushing them aside and sliding through your folds without a warning.
The sudden touch made you gasp, your back arching against the wall as you felt the heat of him between your thighs.
âMeshâla, youâre soaked and Iâve barely touched youâ he rasped hooking and arm under your knee, pinning it against the wall and spreading you open.
You squirmed in his grasp when he began circling your clit and gave it a soft experimental pinch.
"Don't move," he ordered, his voice low and rough as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. The command sent a wave of heat through you, and you nodded, gripping the edges of his chest plate for support.
With one quick motion, Crosshair removed his codpiece and freed his cock, the thick length of him hard and ready as he pressed it against your slick entrance. You barely had time to register the feeling before he thrust into you, hard and fast, burying himself deep inside.
A sharp cry escaped your lips at the sudden fullness, the pressure of his cock combined with the hard edges of his armor pressing into your soft skin was overwhelming. Every inch of him stretched you in the best possible way, and the hard plastoid biting into your sensitive inner thighs only heightened the intensity.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice low and strained as he started to move, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. "You're so tight.â
The words, his breath hot against your neck, made you moan as your body responded to every movement, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. You clenched around him, your hands gripping his armor tighter as you gasped for air.
"You like that, don't you?" Crosshair rasped, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued to fuck you, each thrust harder than the last.
"You like being fucked like this, against a wall where anyone can see how good I make you feel."
His words were filthy, but they only made you want him more. You nodded frantically, unable to form a coherent sentence as the pleasure built in your core.
âUse your words babygirlâ
"Yes," you finally managed to gasp, your voice breathless and desperate.
"Good," he growled, his hand slipping down to grip your ass, pulling you even closer to him.
The rhythm of his thrusts grew faster, harder, each one hitting deeper inside you, sending you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of his cock filling you, the hard edges of his armor pressing against your skin, the raw, primal need in his voice - it was all too much.
You were close, so close, your body trembling as you clung to him, your hands hurting from how hard you were gripping his chestplate. His hand came up cupping your jaw and you eagerly parted your lips letting him slip two fingers into your mouth.
"Come for me," he growled in your ear, his voice commanding and rough. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
The words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as the pleasure crashed over you in waves. Your walls clenched tight around him, squeezing every inch of his cock as he groaned low in his throat.
Before your cries could grow too loud, Crosshair's mouth was on yours again, kissing you hard, his tongue sliding against yours as he swallowed your moans. His other hand stayed firm on your hip, holding you in place as he continued to fuck you through your release, his pace relentless.
For a few moments, the only sounds in the alley was your combined heavy breathing and the slapping of his armor against your skin, your bodies pressed tightly together, Crosshair's lips left yours, his forehead resting against yours.
âYou want me to fill you up, make a mess of you?"
You nodded frantically unable to form a coherent sentence.
âThen be a good girl and come for me againâ he whispered softly biting your lower lip.
âIâŠI canâtâ
âYes, you can.â
You immediately started to squirm and whimper when his fingers made contact with your oversensitive clit and his other hand came up to wrap around your throat.
âCrossâŠnoâ
âSafeword?â
You shook your head.
âGood.â he growled.
Crosshairs grip on your throat tightened just a bit, the hard plastoid of his vambrace pressing against your overheated skin as his fingers worked between your legs, relentless and precise, his cock still buried to the hilt.
The sound of your ragged breathing echoed in the alley, drowned only by the occasional muffled noise from the club when the doors swung open. You were already so sensitive, your first orgasm having left you shaking, but he wasn't done.
He never was until he had pulled every last ounce of pleasure from you.
He growled against your ear, his hot breath a sharp contrast to the cool night air. His voice was dark and commanding, a tone that left no room for protest.
"You'll come again for me. I want to feel you."
His thumb pressed down on your clit, drawing tight circles that sent white-hot shocks of pleasure straight through your core. You moaned, sliding your arms around his neck for support as the wave of heat began building again, higher and more intense than before. Your body trembled, overwhelmed by sensation, and you couldn't hold back the desperate whimpers spilling from your lips.
"I can feel how close you are. Don't fight it, mesh'la. Let go." he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
Your head lolled back against the wall, and you tried to ground yourself, but Crosshair was relentless. His fingers moved faster, harder, and the world around you started to blur. The pleasure was too much, too sharp, and your body began to float, losing all sense of time and space as the sensations overtook you.
His grip on your throat tightened just enough to remind you that he was there, in control, guiding you through it. You tried to push against the intensity, your legs shaking, but Crosshair didn't let up.
"That's it," he cooed, pulling out almost completely an thrusting back in hard, hitting deeper than before.
"You're doing so well for me."
A soft whimper escaped your lips as his fingers worked faster, your body betraying you as the overwhelming pressure built up inside you again. The pleasure was blinding, almost too much, but Crosshair knew exactly how to push you past your limits.
"That's my girl. Come for me," he rasped, his voice pulling you under completely, the pressure of his cock against your cervix and his thumb pressing against your clit, just right, sending you over the edge and the world went white.
You came with a shattered moan, your body convulsing so hard you would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding you up and tears pricked the corners of your eyes as the pleasure ripped through you so intensely it felt like you might break. You gasped for breath, your body a shaking, overstimulated mess as the tears started falling.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you drifted, weightless, completely submerged in the intense euphoria.
For a moment, everything was hazy, the world around you distant, muffled by the overwhelming pleasure. Your body felt light, like you were floating somewhere far away, lost in the aftershocks of your release.
You barely registered the soft groan Crosshair let out as he came with you, his body shuddering as he pressed into you one final time, your still clenching pussy milking him for every last drop. You werenât responsive for a few moments and didnât notice he was talking to you, then, slowly, you began to come back to yourself. His strong arms were still holding you up, his chest rising and falling against you. His grip on your throat loosened, replaced by the gentle touch of his fingers on your jaw, guiding your face to his.
"Shh, l've got you," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle contrast to the harshness of before. His lips brushed against your temple, his breath warm and reassuring.
"You're safe. I'm here."
You blinked, still dazed, as he kissed away the tears you hadn't realized were still falling. His hands cradled your face, soft and tender now, as he pressed kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your lips.
"You did so well for me," he whispered, his voice thick with praise. "So perfect."
Your body was still trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure making your limbs feel heavy and uncoordinated, but Crosshair was there, steady and unwavering.
He pulled you into his chest, holding you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He rocked you gently, his chin resting on the top of your head as he whispered soft reassurances.
"You're okay," he said softly, his voice grounding you, pulling you back from the floaty haze you had drifted into.
"I've got you, mesh'la. Just breathe for me.â
You buried your face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as you slowly came back down, your mind still foggy but beginning to clear. His hand moved up and down your back in soothing strokes, his other hand brushing through your hair as he slowly and carefully pulled out of you.
You felt his spend trickling down your legs and the feeling made you shudder but after a while, your breathing steadied, the weight of reality slowly settling back in as you clung to him. He quickly tugged himself into his blacks, securing his codpiece back in place before he pulled you back against his chest again.
Crosshair didn't rush you, just held you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your hairline, his hands never stopping their soft caresses.
"Crosshair..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his sharp features softened with concern.
"I'm right here," he said, his thumb brushing away the last of the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes. "You with me?"
His other hand gently cupped your face, guiding you to meet his gaze.
You blinked, still hazy but slowly coming out of the fog.
"Yeah... I'm here."
You nodded weakly, still feeling the warmth of his arms around you, his presence calming the last of the aftershocks. He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart swell.
"There's my girl," he said softly, and the tenderness in his voice nearly undid you all over again. He kissed you then, slow and sweet, his lips lingering against yours.
"You did so well, mesh'la. So good for me." His eyes searched yours, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Didn't mean to push you that far, out here," he admitted softly.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, holding you like you were the most important thing in the galaxy.
You leaned into him, nuzzling into his neck, feeling the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. His scent was grounding and he held you like that for a while, not saying a word, just keeping you close, letting you find your footing again. Every time you shifted or trembled, he would murmur soft reassurances, his hands never leaving your skin.
When you finally felt steady again, you pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a small, tired smile.
Crosshair's eyes were soft, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if he couldn't bear to let you go.
"I love you, mesh'la." he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek.
âLove you too Crossâ
He gently pulled away from you, giving you one last soft kiss on the lips before he reached into one of the pockets of his belt. He pulled out a small cloth, using it to carefully clean you up, his touch still gentle and attentive. His fingers brushed your thighs, your skin still sensitive from the intense pleasure, but he was nothing but tender, making sure you were comfortable.
"Didn't mean to end our night out like this," he murmured apologetically as he wiped away the mess between your legs. "But I think it's better we head back to the Marauder. Don't want to take you back into 79's like this."
You gave him a small, tired smile.
"It's okay. I wanted it. But youâre right, I would prefer a cozy blanket and some cuddles over 79âs"
"Let's get you home," he said, his voice firm but soft as he helped you adjust your clothes.
Once everything was back in place, he reached for his comm and activated the link to Hunter.
It didn't take long before Hunter's voice came through, crackling with the background noise of the bar.
"Crosshair, where are you two? What's going on? Weâve been waiting for you."
Crosshair hesitated for a split second, glancing down at you in his arm. His worry was still there, but he tried to keep his tone calm.
"We're outside, weâre heading back to the Marauder.â
Hunter's voice grew a little sharper.
"Karkinâ hell Crosshair, what did you do?"
Crosshair let out a soft huff, but it wasn't his usual cocky attitude. He was still holding you, his hand stroking your arm soothingly.
"Everything is fine. Just... need to take care of her. I'm bringing her back home."
There was a pause on the other end before Hunter's voice came back, more insistent this time.
"You better let me hear that from her."
Crosshair glanced at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek reassuringly. You leaned closer to the comm, your voice still a little soft but steady.
"I'm okay, Hunter. I just... I need some rest. Crosshair is taking good care of me."
Hunter sighed, but he sounded satisfied.
"All right then. See you later, weâll bring some food for you."
âThank you Hunter.â
With the comm off, Crosshair turned his attention fully back to you. He gently brushed his fingers through your hair again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Think you can walk?"
You nodded and tried to stand on your own, but your legs were wobbly beneath you, after a few small steps they gave in.
Crosshair caught you, holding you tightly against his chest and before you could protest he was back on the com.
âTechâŠâ the com crackled.
âYes?â
âNo questions, just pick us up outside 79âsâ
âAffirmative. Hunter already let me know youâd be coming back. I think I donât even want to know what you did this time. Iâll be there in 5 minutes.â
You giggled glancing up at Crosshair who was smiling too.
He gave you a soft kiss filled with all the love he held for you.
âHot shower and cuddles?â he asked scooping you up to carry you to the pickup point.
âSounds goodâ you sighed happily and still a bit floaty.
No one has ever made you feel the way he did.
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Hello friend đ wasnât episode 4 of tbb amazing?? Iâm loving this season. Wanted to pop in and request a fic - you know how when youâre walking your dog and everyone has to stop and say hello to the dog bc obvs. Can you do something like that but itâs crosshair walking batcher and reader stops to say how cute but then crosshair gets jealous of batcher getting all the love lol
Dog Days
Crosshair x Reader
Summary- You met Crosshair while he was taking Batcher for a walk. Passing your house quickly became a daily task you all looked forward to. Is it wrong to say you caught feelings for him? And was Crosshair really jealous of the attention you gave Batcher?
A/N- Hey girl! Sorry your request took so long to get around to. I didn't forget you! I want to personally thank you for all your kind words. I always see your liking and commenting on my works! This was such a cute idea!!! Crosshair is definitely the 'dad who didn't want the dog, but now loves it' guy. Thanks for requesting!
Word Count- 1,409
The scurrying of paws on tile caught your attention. You raised from your bent position, having been watering your plants outside your home.
You turned just in time to see a various colored blue animal running your way. The figure and attitude of it reminded you of a dog, but you were sure it wasn't.
The closer it got, you realized it was not slowing down. With a hiked breath, you squinted your eyes and prepared for impact.
"Batcher, stop!" A males voice rang out.
Just as commanded, the animal stopped at your feet. You opened your eyes to see it now sitting, tongue out. You blinked, heart still pounding.
"Sorry." Said the man, which you recognized as Crosshair. Him and the rest of his brothers had come back to Pabu after rescuing Omega.
"No, it's okay. Really, he seems sweet." The animal jumped to its feet as you reached a hand out. Your hand was soon met with slobber, as the animal licked you again.
"She."
"Oh, sorry. She seems sweet." You crouched down to her level, now fully petting her. You gave out a laugh as she now nuzzled into your face.
Crosshair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You took the hint.
"I guess I'll let you two get going. Have a nice day!" You stood, much to Batchers dismay. She already had a liking to you. She reluctantly followed Crosshair when he turned and walked away.
Only a day passed until you saw the two of them again. This time you had been leaving a neighbors house, needing some flour.
You of course, saw Batcher running down first. Crosshair slowly following. She barked at the sight of you, you didn't get scared when she ran at you this time.
"Hey girl!" You called out to her, but what you didn't expect was for her to actually jump on you.
It wasn't painful, but she did manage to knock the small bag of flour out of your hands. She had you playfully pinned under her, licking whatever she could.
The flour was also on top of you, and her, and the surrounding tile.
You gave out a cough, a white puff leaving your lips.
'Batcher, off!" Crosshair was frustrated at the scene. He had watched the whole fall.
Batcher didn't understand and happily ran over to him. You were still on the ground, slightly embarrassed at the turned heads.
A hand reached down to you, you grabbed it. Crosshair easily pulled you up. His strength took you by surprise.
"She hurt you?" He asked.
"I'm okay, I think most of the impact was on my butt." You rubbed at your hip, a dull pain arriving. It was going to bruise.
"How much flour was it?" He didn't seem to really care how you were doing.
"Uh, I think five cups? I was just borrowing it from my friend."
He hummed, Batcher was still at his side. She was awaiting his next command.
"It's fine, really. I know she didn't mean to." There was an awkward air around.
"I'll bring some tomorrow." Was all he said before turning and walking off.
He did bring the flour the next day, a bag double the size of what you had. You gave your neighbor her portion and put the rest in a jar.
You profusely thanked him, but he brushed it off and continued his walk.
To show your gratitude for the extra flour, you baked him a dozen cookies. You wrapped them neatly and carefully waited to see the two of them.
You found ways to busy yourself outside, trying not to make it obvious you were eagerly waiting for Crosshair. Oh, yeah and Batcher.
Upon hearing a bark, you ran inside to grab your fresh cookies. You raced back outside just in time to see Crosshair standing. He had his head turned, looking around. Was he looking for you?
"Crosshair?" His head shot your way.
"I baked you some cookies! As a formal 'thank you.'" He just looked at you, so you raised the cookies to him.
"Thank you." He said, fighting a smile.
"What did you say your name was?" It was your turn to smile at his question.
You promptly told him, trying not to grin too big.
He nodded.
"T-Theres enough cookies for the rest of your brothers, and Omega." You informed him. At his look, you felt your cheeks getting hot. He probably felt weirded out that you knew everyone's name, especially since he just learnt yours.
"Sorry..." You didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you felt guilty for making things awkward once again.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't apologize." His words were cold, but had a sense of affection in them.
At the new silence, you figured it was time to part once again.
"Have a good day, I hope you like the cookies." He actually waved this time, glancing over his shoulder to see you smile and wave back.
With each day that passed, you slowly got closer and closer to Crosshair and Batcher. Passing your house seemed to be on their daily walking routine.
A minute spent passing your house turned into taking a twenty or thirty minute break. You'd hold and play with Batcher while talking with Cross. It ranged from the weather to nightmares. You both found yourselves opening up to each other.
You quickly grew feelings for Crosshair over the weeks passed.
There were times you thought he felt the same, but the second you might have confessed or leaned in for a kiss- he'd change the subject. You just accepted that he didn't like you in the way you liked him. It hurt but you couldn't force feelings onto him.
You had started to notice that when you giddily ran to Batcher or held her tightly, Crosshair curled his lip- or gave out a glare. You picked up that he might be jealous of the attention you were giving her. Though, why would he be jealous if he didn't have any feelings for you?
It came to be a few minutes past two o'clock. Crosshair would be coming down any minute now. Though, your pesky bladder had you quickly running back inside.
When you came out, Crosshair was sat on your front porch. Batcher was at the ready, panting and hyper.
You greeted her first, dropping to your knees. She was more playful today, not leaving you alone.
"Oh, you're such a good girl!" You scratched behind her ears, she closed her eyes and wagged her tail.
You continued to play with her, she was rolling and doing tricks for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crosshair stand. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.
"Such a pretty girl, so cute." You announced praises at her. Though not on purpose, you ignored Crosshair. She was on her back as you rubbed her belly.
"Why don't you get a room." He remarked, now obviously jealous of Batcher.
"Don't listen to him, Batcher! He's just grumpy and jealous." You were getting brave with your comebacks.
"I am not!" He was getting defensive.
"Shh, it's okay Batcher. Your dad is pretty cute too." You said, nuzzling her face.
"I am not her dad and i'm n-" Your words registered in Crosshairs head, the same time they did in yours.
You moved away from Batcher, the mood changed. It was silent for a moment, you looked at the ground.
"Okay I'll be leaving now." You stood to your feet, about to die of embarrassment. That was until Crosshair grabbed a hold of your wrist.
He forced you to face him. "Why?"
"Well gee Cross, I don't know. Maybe because I just said the dumbest thing ever. You think I don't know the feeling isn't mutual!" You confessed.
He stared for a moment, hand still gripping your wrist. You could tell he was contemplating something. That was until he made the last step forward and kissed you.
You felt light as a feather. He did like you back!
You could feel Batcher rubbing against your leg, but payed no attention to it. You were too lost in the kiss.
The two of you held each other, not puling away except to gasp for air.
"I guess I was wrong?" You panted out.
"You were far from being right." He just pulled you back in for another kiss.
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am so appreciative for your sweet comments HayBelle! Please let me know if there is anything you want changed in this fic!
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character: Hunter (The Bad Batch)
prompts: "Everything's gonna be okay." "Promise?" "Promise."
main masterlist âąÂ hunter masterlist
You paced the area outside the cockpit for a few minutes, debating whether or not you should actually walk inside. The rest of the ship was quiet, with everyone asleep aside from you and Hunter. He was on watch in the pilot's seat, facing hyperspace and twirling his knife around to keep himself awake. For some reason, though, you couldn't make yourself walk in and disturb his peace.
Thankfully, he made the choice for you. "You can come in, you know."
You stopped and sighed, your resolve withering as you finally stepped through the threshold. Your arms crossed over your chest as you stood just behind the co-pilot's seat. Hunter had already sheathed his knife, and his observant gaze was fixed on you. The more he studied you, the more his brow began to knit together in worry.
"You should be asleep." Hunter's words weren't a scolding; rather, they were coated in pure and genuine concern, an invitation for you to tell him what was on your mind.
You huffed and shrugged. "I tried."
You turned the chair so that you could sit in it, and you kept it swiveled to the side facing him. He did the same, leaning an elbow upon one of his knees. He was without most of his armor, which no doubt made his current position much more comfortable for him.
"I..." You paused, then chuckled as the words began to form in your mind. They sounded ridiculous when you started to give life to them. "I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry."
You began to stand, but Hunter was quicker. He stood and held your shoulders to keep you in place, his eyes searching yours and providing a comfort that left you breathless. "You're not bothering me." His thumbs ran over your shoulders. "You came here for a reason. That's why it took you so long to come in."
The slight amusement he added to his tone made you huff. The sound brought a small smile to Hunter's lips.
"I'd like to hear what you have to say."
You nodded at that, returning his smile as he relaxed back into his chair. Hunter still stayed close, and he even offered his hands to you. You accepted his offer and held on tight, keeping your gaze fixated on them as you finally spoke your truth. "I'm afraid, Hunter. We don't know what we're doing, we don't know what's coming next, and... it's scaring me."
Hunter gave your hands a gentle squeeze, and as you dared to look up at him, you noticed the way his own shoulders had grown a little heavier. He released an exhale and let his own gaze fall. "I understand." He watched his thumbs run over the backs of your hands. "It's not easy navigating this galaxy when so much has changed in such little time."
You took a deep breath, wishing that all your worries could go with it as you closed your eyes. "I don't want to lose anyone, Hunter. We've already lost Crosshair in a way, and that's something I know none of us have fully healed from." You reopened your eyes to meet Hunter's gaze, and a glimmer of pain in his eyes proved your words to be true. "What if something worse happens to one of us?"
Hunter's brow lifted in sympathy, but before he could say anything, the sound of more footsteps drew your attention to the threshold. Wrecker was standing there with a yawn, rolling his neck before he looked at Hunter first. "All right, Sarge, it's nap time. I'm..." he paused as he noticed you were there, and his gaze settled on your entwined hands, "ready for my shift."
Hunter nodded, rising from his seat and helping you to do the same. You thanked him quietly before he responded to Wrecker. "Thanks, Wrecker."
He walked forward and you followed. Hunter's hand patted Wrecker's shoulder as he passed him, and you gave Wrecker a quick side-hug. He returned it with a comforting smile.
Hunter was waiting for you as you joined him outside the threshold of the cockpit. He gestured with his head towards his bunk, his voice now a whisper to avoid waking the others. "You can come with me."
You nodded and attempted to ignore the warmth you gained at the idea of sharing Hunter's space with him. He led the way to his bunk and helped you up first before following. There was a blanket that he drew up over the two of you, another layer of warmth that threatened to devour you and every dark worry that was still taking a hold of you.
It was only after Hunter had rested his head on his pillow to face you that he began to respond to your earlier worries. "You've been with us through much of the war. You've seen what we've been up against."
You nodded at that. The first time you had ever seen them in combat, it had blown your mind. It was a big reason why you tagged along with the squad in the first place.
"This Empire and this galaxy are unpredictable, but that never stopped any of us before." Hunter found one of your hands again and held it tight in his own, though his gaze never strayed from yours. "We're gonna be okay." He nodded. "Everything's gonna be okay."
The worried weight on your chest already began to dissipate, but you needed one last reassurance to make it disappear. "Promise?"
Hunter lifted his hand to your cheek instead and nodded once more. "Promise." He brought himself close enough to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your entire body began to relax in a way you'd never felt before as he pulled away to face you again. "Now, try to get some rest." His hand returned to yours. "I'll be right here."
You brought yourself even closer to him, but before you buried your head in his chest, you held the tattooed side of his face and kissed him. It was a quick yet sweet gesture, spelling out the thank-you you wished to tell him in a way that somehow said it even more strongly. He was beaming as you pulled away, though your head went to his chest to keep yourself as close to him as possible.
There was no clear resolution in sight, like Hunter had said, but you believed him wholeheartedly. Everything would be okay, and at the end of it all, he would always be there to make sure of it.
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the waves flowing, the dawn blooming
Hunter and Crosshair have a heart-to-heart, after their girl takes wing. Set directly after the epilogue, stuffed full of soft Dad Batch feels, lots of healing, and Hunter and Crosshair being close again <3. I cried all through the back half, sorry not sorry. ~1900 words.
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Beach-crickets shivered the last of their evening songs as Hunter and Batcher wended their way back to Lower Pabu. The house wasnât far from the cove, and a brisk walk would have done it in ten minutes, but they took their time. Batcher was eager to follow her favorite smells along the beach, and Hunter waited patiently for her. His back and knees had warmed up with the walk, but there was plenty to think about.
Their kid was gone.
He didnât know what to call this feeling in his chest: a deep and full-bodied sorrow, mingled with the fierce pride he always felt every time he looked at Omega, tangled with joy and worry and the longing for more time. He grappled with it as they followed the familiar path back to their little home, as the stars shimmered among the slowly lightening sky. Â
Batcher whuffed softly as they approached the gate. Light from the kitchen glowed gently through the side window, and Hunter smiled, catching a faint scent of caf. Batcher scampered up to the door, morning stiffness long forgotten, and trotted inside as it opened. Hunter followed, slipping off his boots and heading to the kitchen.
âI wondered when youâd be back,â said Crosshair, raising his eyebrows at Hunter. He sat at the kitchen table with a pitcher of caf and two mugs. One steamed merrily before him, and he cradled it in his left hand to take a sip. He never wore his prosthetic first thing in the morning.
âWell⊠sheâs off.â Hunter drew up a chair and sat down at the table.
A small smile creased Crosshairâs face. âYou caught her?â
âYou knew?â he asked. âAhhh, of course you did.â He waved an annoyed hand at his little brother.
âSaid her goodbyes to Wrecker and me last night. Swore us to secrecy.â Crosshair shrugged, taking a sip of his caf. âI canât say no to her. Never could.â
Hunter chuckled. He remembered a time, long ago, that that hadnât been the case; it felt like another lifetime. âShe let me catch her. She acted like Iâd found her out, but she could have hidden her tracks if sheâd wanted.â He sighed. âI know I was hard on her.â
âYouâve always protected her. She knows thatâs all it was. Though she did complain about it.â Crosshair smirked, wearing the same punchable little half-grin heâd perfected in their brief cadet years. ââDoesnât he know Iâm not a kid anymore?ââ
Hunter groaned, rubbing his face. He reached for the pot of caf and poured himself a cup. âI deserve that.â
âMm-hm.â
He took a sip of caf. It was bracing, strong, just how Crosshair always brewed it. He savored it, letting it swirl over his tongue, so much richer and fuller than the stim drinks they used to have in their rations. He closed his eyes, lost in thought.
The war had never ended. It just took on a new name.
This is my fight, Hunter.
Why did she have to have one, when sheâd already fought so hard? Didnât she deserve the peace theyâd won so dearly?
âAre you all right?â Crosshair said in a quiet voice, breaking his reverie.
Hunter blinked, glancing over at his brother. Crosshair regarded him with that cool, observant gaze, the weight of it familiar and steady. Â
It was the same look he used to give him in the Marauder on missions during the Clone Wars; but the face giving it was older, softer. Crosshairâs narrow cheeks had filled in somewhat with the years, rounding the sharp angles heâd once carried. His gray hair had grown out and gone fully white, curling gently at his forehead and the nape of his neck, except at the old scar at his temple where it had never regrown. His short white beard held a hint of the same curl.
You can wear it how you like, you know. Weâre defective. Nobody cares as long as we complete the mission.
Grow it long like yours? I donât think so. These blasted curls are a nightmare. Give me that trimmer, I donât know how you stand it.
Itâs the headband, obviously.
Sure it isnât cutting off circulation to your brain?
Hunter stifled a laugh. Theyâd been so young. Things had changed so much since those days, and Crosshair was different now⊠yet still the same as ever. Â
They all were, he supposed.
âJust feeling thoughtful,â Hunter said. He sighed. âI don't know where the time went.â
âWeâre clones. We never had very much of it to begin with.â Crosshairâs eyes softened. âTech should have had more.â
Hunter nodded slowly. âHe should have.â
He thought of Techâs goggles, safely stowed on Omegaâs little ship, where she could see them with every pitched turn or hyperspace leap. It was the right place for them, a testament to all heâd taught her. His breath caught in his throat.
âShe told me this was her fight,â Hunter said. âBut she shouldnât have to have one. Not again.â Tantiss was a victory -- and a cruelty -- that should have been enough for one lifetime. It tore at him, thinking of her taking on another brutal fight, one with no guarantee of victory. They hadnât been blind, these years on Pabu; he knew what she was up against. He rubbed at his chest, taking a deep breath.
Crosshair poured himself another cup of caf. âItâs not the galaxy we live in, Hunter. It never has been.â
âWhen did you get so wise?â
Crosshair ducked his head in one of his rare guffaws, the laugh echoing sharply in the kitchen. âThatâs not wisdom. Thatâs just living.â
âIâm not sure the two arenât the same.â Hunter took another drink of his caf, but it had cooled significantly. How long had he been musing?Â
âYouâre worried about her.â
âAnd you arenât?â Hunter asked skeptically.
Crosshair raised an eyebrow. âOf course I am.â He gazed down into his mug, tracing his thumb over the top of the cup. He rubbed thoughtfully at the side of his face with his stump. âOf course I am,â he said again. âBut â I trust her, Hunter. If she has to do this, I have to let her.â He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were bright. He blinked rapidly.
Hunter reached out, taking him by the shoulder and nodding. For a moment, it was hard for either of them to speak.
Crosshair cleared his throat, and Hunter let his hand fall. Crosshair tilted his head towards the back door. âMaybe you should join us.â
âYou and Batcher?â Hunter asked. He did, sometimes. When memories of Eriadu, Kamino, Tantiss crept in; when his senses jangled, when it was hard to sleep or think. It wasnât often that he needed it, but it did help, heâd had to admit. And heâd seen the changes meditation had wrought in Crosshair through the years, a calm held deep within, so different from the twisted guilt and painful memories that had once defined him. Â
âAn open invitation,â said Crosshair. He swallowed, and Hunter could tell he was thinking of Omega, sunny and centered, always happy to join him when she wasnât sleeping in or off with friends. Â
âAll right, then,â Hunter agreed. âIf thereâs room on that patio for another old man.â
âWho are you calling old?â Crosshair snarked, getting to his feet with an audible creak. Now it was Hunterâs turn for a sharp, short laugh.
âBoth of us, brother,â Hunter said fondly.
They shuffled out to the back patio, Batcher at Crosshairâs heels. She curled up in her comfy bed on the patio, knowing the routine. Crosshair pulled out the stack of pillows piled against the side of the house, tossing two down. The ground had somehow gotten a lot harder in recent years than it used to be, and the pillows helped.
They settled down beside each other, their folded knees brushing. The dawn was rising, blushes of faint pink and orange and gold nipping at the edges of the deep inky blue. The beach-crickets had quieted their songs, only to be replaced by the sweet tittering music of the saltbush sparrows and the sandcatchers and the buzzing starthroats. Â
Hunter gazed out at the lightening sky, eyes straining as if to catch the glimmer of a shipâs lights. But there was nothing out there besides the glow of pre-dawn, no lights making their way home. Omega was gone, and he knew sheâd had to go, knew she had to follow what was right just as she always had, and he hung his head, his breath stuttering. Â
What were they going to do without her? Her laughter echoing through the house with Wreckerâs booming joy, her tinkering with Gonky or parts from her little ship at the kitchen table so like what Tech used to do, her wicked banter and her kind understanding with Crosshair --
The soft, trusting way sheâd look up at him, when she was small?
Cut had tried to warn him, once. Tried to tell him what it meant to love a child, to give everything for them, to do what was best for them even when it was so, so hard. Hunter had thought heâd be able to figure it out. Turned out heâd had no idea.
He rubbed at his eyes, trying to master his breath, and looked out at the sea. The dawn was in full bloom now, gold lining the flowers along their patio and glittering in the suncatcher standing at the east boundary. Hunter relaxed as the light danced around him, reflecting off the mirrors twirling slowly in the morning breeze. He remembered when Crosshair had shyly shown him what heâd made, his old mirror pucks strung together with shells and colorful stones, shimmering beacons of art instead of cold devices of war.
He glanced at Crosshair out of the corners of his eyes. His brother sat with his eyes closed, head slightly bowed, his hand and his stump resting atop his knees. The lines in his face had softened, his expression calm, grounded. Peaceful. His breath flowed in Hunterâs ears like waves on the shore, in and out, in⊠and out. Â
Tears pricked his eyes again, and Hunter smiled, nodded, bowed his head, and let his eyes fall closed.
His brother was right. If she has to do this, I have to let her. Â
He knew it, as much as he knew anything.
She knows what to do. Of course she did; theyâd taught her, hadnât they, Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, all of them. Sheâd come through floods and fire, destruction and capture and all-out war, and sheâd never stopped hoping, never given up, never stopped loving all of them through everything. Part of them would always be with her in the emblems on her jacket, in her treasured Lula-doll, in Techâs goggles, in Hunterâs old headband. And after that, sheâd have the memories, long after theyâd breathed their last and gone to join their brother. Â
Tears dampened his face, but he didnât mind: a small price to pay for a love this fierce and good. He breathed in, and breathed out, his breath matching Crosshairâs, melding with the sounds of the waves below.
Sheâd be brave, just like theyâd taught her, just like sheâd always been.
He hoped the galaxy was ready for her.
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In More Ways Than One, Part 10 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Crossed
Summary: You just want to restock the ship - but Crosshair has other plans.
Tags: (the series is) 18+ smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, basically, all the good stuff
Warnings: P in V sex, 'ownership' mentioned, rough sex (hand on throat, some throwing around), squirting, sensual sex, use of pet names. Top! then soft Crosshair.
Notes: I hope you all enjoy :). People have been asking after this chapter for awhile, which brings me SO MUCH HAPPY! Please share the happy by reblogging. (For real, if you love it enough to ask for more, my dears, please reblog. It brings me such joy - don't you want to bring me joy?? đ)
Word Count:
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âThat didnât count!!!â
Crosshair smirks around his toothpick. âA pin is a pin, Wrecker,â he drawls, continuing down the corridor with you and the big guy in tow.
âBut she was WIGGLING.â Wrecker pouts as he follows, wiping some of the sweat from his brow. You smile mischievously, a little extra flounce in your step as you walk.
âYou heard him, babe, a pin is a pin. And Iâve been holding back that tactic for ages.â
Wrecker shoots you a look before looking forward again, moving to avoid two oncoming troopers. âWell thatâs not fair.â
You laugh. âIâm really just doing you a favor. What if some sexy clanker has you pinned and starts doing the same thing? You'll be so unprepared!â
Wreckerâs eyes open in surprise. âDo they make those??â
âYou never know, those Seppies are sly.â You raise your eyebrows suggestively. He goes back to pouting, realizing you're joking.
âHm.â
You laugh, circling your arms behind his neck and kissing him on the nose. "Sorry, honey," you coo, not bothering to hide your enjoyment. "I won't do it again."
"Hm. You better not," he grumbles as you slide back down.
"Speak for yourself," Crosshair says quietly to himself. You wink at him, then stretch your arms over your head with a contented sigh.
âOof that shower is going to feel good,â you breathe, rolling your neck. âI think I'll head to the ship, use the fresher there."
Crosshair's eyes dart to yours, irritated.
âWhat for?â Wrecker asks, equally let down.
"Because three of us need a shower- and I actually need to get clean.â You smile at Wreckerâs crestfallen face. âBesides, I need to take stock of our supplies - since now I know where ALL THAT GAUZE WENT.â Wrecker grins, recovered in light of their combined mischief. Crosshair just smirks. You playfully turn on your heal, starting to head down the corridor towards the ship with a wave. âDon't miss me too much, ok?â
"We'll try!" Wrecker calls after you. He starts back to their barracks - then stops, realizing that Crosshair isnât following him.Â
âYou cominâ?âÂ
Crosshair turns his body, eyes staring for a moment at your receding form before fully turning to follow his brother, a glint in his eye.
âIâm showering first.â
Wrecker looks over at him, confused. âWhy, you got somewhere to be?â
âNo.â Crosshair smirks, approaching the door to their quarters. âI have something to do.â
Wrecker's brow furrows as the barrack door opens before him. âWhat?â
Crosshair looks at him out of the corner of his eye as he enters, making his way towards the fresher.
âLet's call it some⊠unfinished business.â
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You sigh contentedly as you step under the hot water for a last rinse. the final suds disappearing down the drain. Clean. Well and truly clean, even for just five minutes.
These moments are sacred. Peace, calm, relaxation. It can happen so rarely as a soldier - especially surrounded by a bunch of large, smelly boys. And battle. And sex.
...
...and then your brain pulls you to the chore waiting outside the fresher walls.
Dammit. Moment over.
Well, the sooner it's done, the sooner you can stop worrying about it. You turn off the water, dry and wrap yourself in a towel, then head to the medical supplies storage unit, already reviewing the list in your head.
You sift through your stores methodically. Hm.
You needed more adhesive spray (dammit, Tech was CONSTANTLY stealing yours!!!! That fucking...)
Good on grav press bandage cuffsâŠ
Good on Medical bandage patchâŠ
Need plenty more Bacta patches - need more glue statâŠ
Laser suture- where the heck was the laser suture? Did kriffing Tech take the fucking LASER SUTURE???? (You were going to KILL HIM! SADISTICALLY! FOR SCIENCE!!)
And gauze. Lots and lots of gauze. Fucking Hunter. These boys. What were you going to do with these boys getting into your damn med supplies?! Give them a hefty helping of Queenly whoop ass, that's for damn sure-
You hear the hatch start to open behind you, crankily curious to see who was coming aboard⊠maybe Tech had heard about what you were doing and was coming to give back the fucking laser suture, hoping you would spare his fucking life-
You see Crosshair's silver hair before you see the rest of him, dressed in his armor, but freshly washed. He closes the hatch, tossing his helmet onto a cockpit chair as he makes his way to you.Â
You turn, fists on your hips and a scowl on your lips. âYou had better be coming to give me some life or death information right n-"
He bends and lifts you by the back of your legs, slamming you against the bulkhead, your towel falling to the floor. Arousal spikes through your shock - god you love when he manhandles you. (He knows you like it, too- dammit, why did you ever tell him that?) His eyes glue you in place with their amusement, his slithering voice wrapping around you like a coil.
"Hello, princess."
You feel your breath catch at the sudden pulse in your pussy. Fuck, that smirk looks dangerous...
"You owe me.â
Wait, what?
âThe hell I do! You remember I'm here to replace gauze, don't you?â
âNo," he drawls. Damn that smug glint of satisfaction making you wet. Jerk. "You started something the last time we were on this ship.â Oh, his voice is caressing your skin, possessive and inarguable. "its time you learn to finish what you start."
Crap, more coming back to haunt you. You sputter, trying to find the words to save you. âCross, that was DAYS ago-â
âI have a long memory.â
â-and, it was only to tease you, which I already paid for-â
You hear the click of his codpiece before it falls to the floor.Â
âW-wait, Cross-â you mean to protest, but the words come out as a breathy moan.
âA promise is a promise, Princess.â He purrs, freeing himself from his under armor, eyes hungry and dangerous. You lose yourself to shivers as you feel his cock hard against your back. âAnd Iâm tired of waiting.â
His voice darkens, sending the shivers lower, tightening the possessive coil it holds over you. "And since this is the second time you've riled me up on this ship, I'm going to take you the way I want to. Do you understand, Princess?"
You whine a greedy ascent as he lines himself up with your entrance.
He leans in, purring in your ear. âSafeword?â
âMeiloorun,â you whine, giving in, desperate for him. âGreen.â
âGood girl.â
You gasp a cry as he slams into you, sheathing himself in one lengthy stroke. His head falls back as he sighs a grunt, letting himself enjoy the tightness of your slick, unprepared walls.
âFUCK.â He swears before lifting his head, a smug glint in his eye. âThatâs better.â
You feel his grip tighten on your ass cheeks as he leans in close to your ear. âHold on tight, princess.â
You whimper, arms wrapping around his shoulders, surrendering, already on the verge of begging him to take you like this-
He pulls out and slams into you so hard you swear you feel the ship rock.Â
You cry out with near-painful pleasure, hoping that somehow they donât hear you outside of this ship - you canât imagine the looks from the hanger clones if they hear Crosshair forcing his pleasure into you, ripping your begging cries for mercy yet for more from your lips while he grunts his pleasured staccato in your ear.Â
âToo big, Crosshair, youâre too b-big for me right now!â
âYou can take it Princess. I - FUCK - I know you can.â His breath quickens, nose buried behind your ear, short groans announcing his oncoming orgasm.
"KARKing hell, so tight, I'm already going to-"
Without warning, he groans a growl as he cums, pulling out to spill on the bulkhead behind you. You feel his thrusts, his cock sheathing between your ass cheeks to help him ride it out. You catch your breath as he pants into your neck, until he lifts his head with smug satisfaction. You look at him with your best pitiful eyes, hoping to lessen your sentence, praying that it doesn't.
âS-Satisfied?â
He smirks through his panting. âHm. That was just to take the edge off.â
Shit.
He turns, still holding you up, before benching you onto his bunk and ripping off his armor. He pulls himself up behind you, crowding you against the bulkhead that serves as a headboard, pinning you there with a hot, hungry kiss.Â
Dammit all to hell, all of this is making you so wet, and he must know it.Â
With no finesse, no patience, he slides down your body, diving into your pussy like he hasnât had a drink in weeks, laying waste to every curve and fold. He is RAVENOUS, like he would win the fucking war if he could just make you cum. Its completely overwhelming. You cry out in huffs, you canât help it, brain barely catching up to the pleasure being sucked through you. âCrosshair, c-crosshair, holy fuck oh GOD.â
It almost hurts with his insistence, but his ferocity only makes you wetter, his ownership of everything you have to give like a fire in your cunt.
Two fingers slide inside of you, pulsing in and out of you at a rapid pace, rubbing against your G spot like heâs trying to beat a record, the lewd sound of your slick as he fucks you making you croon. His mouth sucks your clit hard enough to send your eyes back into your head, hands tangling in his hair.Â
âUh, uh, NNCrosshair! Iâm- its too much- its going to make me-â
Its like youâve lost all control - heâs going so fast that you canât keep up, your body completely at his whim, so hot, so high; your mind can only lay scattered while your body reaches its peak.
âAh, aH, Cross, Crosshair!âÂ
Your cum with an unabashed scream, letting go of any control of your pleasure - and you feel more wet than youâre used to squirt out onto the sheets, soaking your thighs with sticky wet warmth.
âOH shit oh god, Crosshair, I-I think you made me-â
âKriffing right I did.â His eyes glint with that smug, hungry look again. He pulls your hips towards him, leaning over you to prop himself against the bulkhead, lining himself up with your entrance. âThat pleasure belongs to me.â
He pushes into your sopping hole, making you cry out with overwhelm and need, still sensitive from your orgasm, but desperate for another one.
His hand clasps around your throat, tightening slightly as he starts to thrust. You whimper as you look up into his eyes, dazed, subdued, submissive, just for him. Heâs panting, eyes boring down into yours.Â
âThatâs right, Princess, Iâm taking what's mine. Your pleasure belongs to me.â
He grits his teeth as he sets a relentless pace, fucking you like it would save his life. You can only lay back, full with sensation, boneless, euphoric, feeling your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his skin slapping against yours.Â
Your voice comes out as a whimper. âYes, Cross, yes, god youâre so big, please donât stop, please let me squirt all over your cock.â
OH his GROWL as his hand tightens around your throat, not to choke you, just to make you blurry, remind you whoâs mercy youâre at.Â
âThatâs right, my little cockwhore. You love me taking you like this, taking your pleasure all for my own, donât you?â
You squeak from beneath his hand, his words sending you towards your climax, walls squeezing around him.
He pinches your clit, making you cry out and look back up at him.
His eyes are serious, daring you to disobey. âI didnât tell you to cum yet. Youâll do it when I tell you. Iâm in control here, not you.â
âY-yes sir. I- AH!â He changes his angle, making you cry out as he thrusts deeper. His breath is more labored. Kriff heâs getting close, so close to giving you all his cum. You want to be so good for him⊠his good little cockwhore.
âAre you ready to take my cum, Princess?â He demands, already knowing your answer as he speeds up, his thumb finding your clit.
âY-yes sir, all of it, please, dump all of it in me!â You whimper, your mind lost, spewing whatever comes to mind, whatever he wants to hear, so long as he keeps making you feel like thisâŠ
You both cum together with a cry, his a growl, yours a shriek. He grunts with each thrust as he empties himself into you, pushing inside you as far as he goes. He lets you ride out your wave on his cock, his hands flying to either side of your head to prop himself up as he pants in release. He eventually slows, looking down at you, satisfied, approving.
"That's my good girl. Taking my cock so well," he purrs, the thumb around your neck tracing your jaw line as he leans in to kiss you.
"Anything for you, Crosshair" you breathe, unthinking- and meaning it.
Everything seems to slow around you, the two of you breathing together while you come down from your play. He...something in his eyes changes while he pants down at you. Your words... he's taking in your words. You see... that openness from when he let himself cum down your throat, that... click.
You feel the energy change between you.
And slowly, so slowly, he leans in and kisses you.
Its totally different from how he was before. His kiss is slow, possessive, tender - the hand around your neck comes up to cradle your cheek. He lowers his body to yours, propped up by his elbow, bringing him skin to heated skin.
An ember glows in your belly, his kiss slowly feeding it as it glows hotter, and hotter. Your tongue flicks against his lips. He opens them to meet you, his tongue pushing in to dance with yours in his own. Fuck. You can taste his desire, his yearning, as it feeds your burning ember into a flame, flaring with yearning, hunger, need. Your hands find your way into his hair, eager to be close, to touch him more, more, to meld with him, join with him like only lovers can. And you NEED it.
You feel him firming up inside you again as he starts thrusting, as if he canât help himself. You moan under him, growing desperate, frantic for more of him. You can't pull your lips away, getting swept up in the need to be close, to be closer than close, to have him inside of you as far as he'll go.
âPrincessâŠâ he breathes, barely pulling away, his thumb tracing your cheek bone while he moves in you. âMissed this pussy. Missed having you cum all over my face. MissedâŠâ He pulls you into a kiss again, his lips saying what his words canât.
Your fingers tighten in his hair to pull him closer, and he groans into your mouth.
His hips move, but heâs not aiming for the finish line anymore. He pulls away from your lips to look down at where heâs entering you with long strokes, taking his time, his breath ragged. You both watch where he thrusts into you, joins with you, makes sweet fucking love to you the way he wants to. You both moan at the sight. Then he looks up, his forehead back to yours.
âCrosshairâŠâ Your voice is breathy, so full of this feeling heâs bringing to you, sensually taking you one stroke at a time.
His own voice is quiet, caressing you like the hand on your face. âKriff. So good, Princess. You always feel so damn good. You taste so sweet, I'm so hungry for you all the damn time...â
He buries his face in your shoulder, breath touching sound as he pants his pleasure. His pelvis rubs along your clit, his body so close to yours, your arms clutching him, nails digging into his back while he continues thrusting you into the mattress with long, hard thrusts, pushing cry after cry from your lips. His breathy moans make you clench around him, trying to take him in farther, just a little bit farther.
You feel your crest approaching, slow, but steady - and overwhelming.
"Cross, Iâm so close." You could cry with how good it feels.
"Fuck, meshâla, yes." His own voice is breathy, lost in sensation, desperate with desire. "Need to feel you cum on my cock again. Cum around me, just for me."
"Cross, Cross, Cross," you pant, tears falling back into your hair.
"Thatâs right, cum with me, precious. Cum with me again. Don't stop, don't hold back. Let me watch you cum for me."
Heâs up, forehead to yours, rocking and grinding you right where you need it to send you over.Â
You breathe, moan together for a few more moments, connected, devoted, while you both soar up and over the edge.
He kisses you as you cum together, the two of you swallowing each others desperate moans as your lips meet again and again, bodies convulsing against each other as he releases into you, your walls squeezing him for every last drop he has to give.
You kiss until youâre both starving for breath, and only barely manage to pull away. You meet his eyes. They're open, assured, sincere, speaking volumes without saying anything, before his head falls to your neck, slowly kissing his way to your shoulder and resting his head on your collarbone, panting out his exertion.Â
Then, amid his panting, quieter than a pin drop, so quiet you almost miss it, you hear him breathe out:
âAh, cyarâika. My cyar'ika."
!...
â...Hmm?â You turn, nuzzling into his hair, hoping beyond hope he'll repeat it.
ââŠnothing, Princess.â He leans up and kisses your forehead slowly, tenderly. He slowly pulls out with a combined groan from each of you. He lays beside you, pulling you close to him, his face nuzzling into the top of your head. You hold him tight, nuzzling in turn against his chest with a secret, sated smile.
You understand. You know what he said with his kisses, his body, but it's not ready to be said aloud, not ready to become a part of your relationship. And that's alright. You drift off to sleep, breathing in his scent as your body molds to his.
Its not time yet.
And you can wait.
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You wake up slowly, unsure if its been hours or minutes, but still swimming in the bliss of your earlier experience. You slowly look up to find Crosshair still asleep, deep breathing guiding the unguarded moment.
He's beautiful.
Peace looks so good on him. You gently brush your fingers along his cheek, taking in this unguarded moment that so few get to see. But you do. Because he's yours. Your Crosshair, your sniper, who craves the touch and comfort you give him, even if he's too proud - or is it unsure? - to ask for it by name.
For now.
You smile to yourself, eyes tracing along his unknit brows. He's yours. And you vow then and there - you'll take good care of this trust he's given to no one else but you.
.....
Jeez, were you going to get more sappy than this?-
-The quiet of the ship is interrupted by your com's insistent beeping. Crosshairâs eyes open quickly, peace falling from his face as heâs instantly alert. You sigh to yourself, rolling over to jump off of the bunk - the outside world calls. You check the transmission before answering with a smile.
"Yes Tech darling?"
âHave you been locked inside the Marauder? Do you need rescuing?â His matter-of-fact-yet-irritated voice makes your smile wider.
âNo, just⊠fulfilling a promise.â You chuckle, glancing up at Crosshair. He rolls his eyes and falls back onto the bunk.
âI see," Tech admonishes. You can practically see him adjusting his goggles. "Need I remind you that it is also time for your next inoculation? They are asking for you at the med bay.â
Ah, shoot. You had forgotten that, and you were the damn medic. You hit your forehead, hand sliding down your face with embarrassment. Ok yeah, that one is on you.
"Also," Tech continues, still a hint of lecture in his voice, "the Commander has been looking for you. He is hoping that you will join him for the next meal. I would quickly compose yourself and seek him out. You wouldn't want him believing the... rumors going around, would you?â
"Alright, alright, I understand." Your head falls back with a sigh. You glance over at your unfinished storage count, wondering if you should take the time to finish your checkli-
Wait just a damn minute.
He wanted to play 'you did this wrong'?
Alright. You'll play.
"Oh!" You start brightly, as if remembering something. "By the way, Technically Jangoson," you continue into the com, words dripping with honeyed venom. "I have a small teensy, tiny question just for you."
Silence.
A throat cleared at the other end. "...Yes, my queen?" The full name. Oh, he knows he's in trouble.
Good.
Your voice turns harsh, your tone angry, and your Queenly control is fully back in place.
"Where.
The FUCK.
Is my laser suture?!?!"
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Don't Blame Me
This one shot is for the Bad Batch Prompt event using the prompt:
âFuck you.â
âFuck me yourself, you coward.â
Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader
Tags: 18+ strictly. Minors should not interact with this or any of my writing pieces as they are content for adults only. Smut, sexual tension, foul language and swearing, oral (female receiving) sex, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, flirting.
Playlist: Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift
@arctrooper69 Tagging you right here :D
A night like that one was much too rare. The sun had just finished going down beneath the horizon, and the faintest hue of blue still lit the sky while the stars had already begun their nightly dance. The breeze was warm on your skin, even with the drops of water that lingered on you as you sat at the edge of the pool with your feet and calves still in the water, your hands running down your wet hair as you sighed and took in the life of the moment. The speakers played chill tunes, easy to listen to, perfect to vibe with the summery air and the laughs coming from all around the pool.
You looked around and smiled at the fact that all of your favorite troopers were there, and even some you hadnât seen beforeâprobably shinies who had just joined their platoons. Boys from the 501st, 212th, hell, even the 99s had bothered to come to a summer pool night on Naboo for their shore leave.
You couldn't help but laugh and think youâd seen it all when, across the pool, you saw that silver-haired sniper taking a sip from a bright cocktail. And his eyes were on you too, glaring, but you were used to that. You shot a cheeky grin at Crosshair only for him to roll his eyes and look away.
Your gaze remained on him for a little longer until you heard somebody diving into the pool, and when you looked at the crystalline water lit by the warm bulbs submerged in it, you quickly realized it was Fives as he emerged from under the water running his hands up his face and towards the back of his head, brushing the hair away. In that pose, Fives opened his arms and flexed, showing off his biceps as he shot you his signature charming grin, winking at you.
âThese babies have gotten bigger since the last time I saw you, sweetheart,â Fives beamed.
Laughter escaped youâas much as you adored Fives, his attempts at flirting were always a sight to behold. Something about young, handsome soldiers tripping over their feet for your attention made you wish all summer nights were like that one, and to follow along with Fivesâ game, you crossed one leg over the other, planted your hands firmly on the ground at your sides and shrugged, pursing your lips together.
âI donât know, they kinda look the same to me,â you teased him.
âDonât listen to him,â you heard the voice next to you as Jesse took a seat beside you only to fully get into the pool and swim over next to Fives, adopting his same pose. âI actually think I pull it off better, and I only lift half as often as he does. Itâs like I donât even have to try.â
âOh, shut up!â Fives yelled, grinning mischievously as he brushed his hand and forearm over the waterâs surface in Jesseâs direction, splashing him.
âThatâs how you wanna do it, you runt?â Jesse played along and began splashing back.
As if that gesture were a galactic beckoning for the clones, the pool almost instantly became filled with troopers wanting to partake in the splash battle. You giggled as you watched them splash and wrestle playfullyâthe scene in front of you was probably the best definition of âboys being boys.â You loved it, and laughter wouldnât stop leaving you. For the duration of that night, you hadnât enjoyed anything more than what was currently playing out in front of you.
However, across the pool, the same pair of piercing amber eyes glared past the scene and into you, but you werenât taking notice of that anymore.
It only took a few seconds for the clonesâ splash war to no longer be about you, and the water flying in from multiple directions was beginning to get out of hand. Wiping a couple of drops that had fallen near your eyes, you got up and made your way towards the chair where youâd left your things. You slipped your feet into your sandals, smiling at the sound of the racket behind you blending with the music, and then you took the cream-colored shawl youâd taken to the party and wrapped it around your hips in a makeshift skirt. You were in the mood for a drink now, but while the water wars ended, you figured youâd hit the powder room to adjust your suit.
Crosshair watched you from where he stood, his eyes following your silhouette as you walked from the pool to the lounge. Every time your right leg came forward, your skin was exposed by the edges of the fabric wrapped around your hips, offering him a teasing glimpse of your thigh. He picked up on the sway of your hips, the delicate left and right of every step that you took, partnered perfectly with your hands coming back and forth in tandem with your stride. As you walked past the chairs and the tables, Crosshair took in how gracefully your hair framed your face, as well as how perfectly the top of your bathing suit framed your breasts and the top half of your belly, letting him see the skin just above your belly button only for the smoothness to stop just above your womb, where the shawl began.
Fuck. He suppressed a groan. Did you even have any idea how sensual you looked? Clearly you didnât, why else would you waste yourself on all those amateurs trying to impress you with a basic flex and a splish-splash of water?
Youâd made it to the common mirror just outside the restrooms and looked at your reflection in the flattering warm lighting. You combed through your hair using your fingers, trying to achieve a carefree look, a blend between messy and done that seemed right for the night. When you were done with that, you eased a few creases on the fabric of your shawl and tightened the knotâyou didnât want that getting loose on accidentâand you smoothed out the top of your bathing suit as well. Once you were ready to head back out into the party, you turned around and began making your way where you came from. Your thoughts on what cocktail you were gonna get were interrupted by a tall, lean silhouette dressed in black coming into view. The sight of those amber eyes made you stop in your tracks, and you couldnât help the little grin that appeared on your lips.
âLook who finally decided to socialize,â you teased him.
Crosshair scoffed, his eyes looking aside as he did. âDonât flatter yourself. I wouldnât waste my time or energy with you.â
You placed your hands over your heart, faking a heartache. âMust you hurt me so?â
âIâm not particularly happy with you,â Crosshair crooned.
You giggled. âYouâre never happy with anyone. And you of all people have no reason to hold anything against me, you never even let yourself open up to me.â Your gaze softened and you took a step towards him, holding your fists behind your back and pouting up at him. âWhy wonât you let me in, Crosshair?â
Again, he rolled his eyes. âI didnât come here for this.â
âSomething tells me you did,â you answered. âHere I am, what do you want with me?â
âNothing,â Crosshair nearly spat the word out.
You raised a brow. No one in that party could deny how insightful you were, not even him.
Crosshair scoffed again. âFine, Iâll bite.â
âPlease do,â you couldnât resist the urge to say.
âMaybe I didnât like the way the others were making fools out of themselves for your attention,â Crosshair glared. âIt was pathetic to watch.â
âAh,â you crossed your arms, nodding slowly. âSo youâre jealous.â
âFuck, no,â Crosshair smirked. âI just wouldnât be caught dead being a complete idiot like that.â
âSo you arenât jealous?â You smirked back.
âNo.â
âThen why do you look like youâre about to stab someone?â Your smirk widened.
Youâd cornered him, and Crosshair hated that. He was used to always having the upper hand, the higher ground, to being on top of everything. Nothing could ever surprise him, and when it did, it only meant heâd screwed up. The fact that you had just done that in the most leisurely of settings made him want to puke.
âForget this,â he said, his silhouette beginning to turn around.
âI didnât take you for the type to run away, Crosshair,â you said as your hands went over to your hips and you shifted your weight onto your left side, emphasizing the curves of your silhouette.
Crosshair faced you again, his gaze darkening at the little pose youâd adopted. You noticed his eyes running down your body, but when they met yours again, his gaze hardened.
âFuck you,â he said, without hesitating.
You scoffed, looking at him from head to toe as well. âFuck me yourself, you coward. Iâd like to see if you can.â
He scoffed, his thin lips curving into a smile as he made his way towards you painfully slowly. Hovering in front of you, he took his fingers up to your chin, tilting your face up, making your breath hitch despite your witty exterior.
âYou better be damn serious about that, doll,â Crosshair purred with hungry eyes.
âWhat, did I stutter?â Your breath shook as you whispered, and your hand snaked up his abdomen and felt his chest over the black shirt he wore. âWhat other way do I have to tell you I want this?â
The hand that was on your chin traveled back and down to cup the side of your neck, firm, but never hard enough to hurt you. Crosshairâs fingertips rested gently on your nape, and his other hand went up and joined the first in perfect symmetry. He pressed his body closer to yours, never breaking eye contact with you, and your heart beat so fast you were afraid heâd be able to hear it through your chest. He was devastatingly handsome, looming over you, watching you with lustful eyes foreboding passion. It didnât matter where you were. It didnât matter if there were people outsideâthey were enjoying their own night, they didnât have to be involved in what only concerned you and Crosshair. All that mattered was the sensation of his hands on your skin, your hands over his chest, and the heat beginning to boil low in your stomach.
You half-expected another snarky remark, another sneer coming from Crosshair just to test the waters, but you basked in the mercy of the satisfaction that came when Crosshair finally crashed his lips down on yours. He stepped towards you and you stepped backwards, stumbling into the bathroom for him to lock the door behind him when you were both already inside. The music continued to boom from the party outside, as did the cheers and the laughter from everyone blissfully ignorant of the fire catching between you and the marksman. You didnât have to worry about being heard.
You blindly walked backwards with your fists tugging at Crosshairâs shirt, your mind swarming with the concept of him as he devoured your lips with luscious kisses and mischievous nibbles. You felt your back bump into the wall next to the sink, and he pressed you onto it, letting you feel the erection growing under his pitch-black boxer bathing suit. You whimpered at the hardness and let your hands travel up his chest and around his shoulders until the tips of your fingers found his silver hair, which you twirled and tugged hoping to get a sound from him. Crosshair pleased you by letting out a low grunt and grew more passionate with every tug you gave to his hair.
One of the hands that was on your neck traveled down to your waist and kneaded your flesh with his fingertips, freeing your neck for him to take his kisses down to that sensitive skin he so badly wanted to mark. You shuddered when you first felt Crosshair suck on your neck, and you were astounded at his ease to find your sweetest spot. He nibbled and sucked such that you were certain there would be a maroon mark on your skin, and you enjoyed every second of it. You were enjoying the idea of coming out of that bathroom with that mark on your neck for everyone to see, and something told you Crosshair would get a kick of it as well, parading you in front of everyone else to show them how itâs really done.
When he was finished with your neck, Crosshair moved down your body leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles whilst feeling every inch of your body he could, including your hardened nipples over the fabric of your swimsuit, until he was on his knees in front of you. His hands greedily squeezed the flesh of your buttcheeks as he focused his kisses on your lower abdomen, just above the line where your shawl and the bottom of your bathing suit began. Unwilling to wait much longer to finally taste you, Crosshair curled his fingers around your bathing panties and pulled them down your legs with ease. You stepped out of them for him to hand them to you for you to hold in one hand, and when your other hand went to undo your top, he was quick to stop you.
âNo, doll,â Crosshair purred. âYouâre keepinâ that on.â
You giggled at him in response, and by his actions, he didnât intend for you to remove that shawl either. Part of you would have preferred for Crosshair to have already been shirtless at this point, but any sort of thought faded when Crosshair took one of your legs and wrapped it around his backâit was only until then you became aware that your aching cunt was finally exposed to him.
Crosshair split the fabric of your shawl and placed it over your hips to keep it out of the way; he held your butt with one hand to keep you steady while he used his index and thumb fingers on his other hand to lift the hood of your clit. Your mind barely had a second to ponder on the fact that he knew what he was doing, and when you felt his tongue begin to brush over the pearl of your clit, your whole world faded. A deep moan escaped you, and your head fell back to the wall as your chest heaved at every sensation Crosshair gifted you with. You slipped farther from sanity and nearer into bliss, feeling heâd tip you over the edge in an obscenely small amount of time.
Switching between luscious kissing and precise sucking, Crosshair turned you from confident temptress to whimpering mess, pleased at the idea of having you at his mercy. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, and your hand reached down to find his hair again, twirling and tugging at his beautiful silver locks. You drew a moan from Crosshair, and its vibrations resonated deep within your flesh, finally finishing you off. Your already helpless moaning turned into pleading mewls as the pleasure that focused on your clit exploded into beautiful flames invading every corner of your body. Your muscles tensed as you squirmed, knowing it was only Crosshairâs grip keeping you upright. You were oblivious to the amount of times you whimpered his name, you only had the headspace to rut your hips against him, as if you werenât feeling enough mind-erasing pleasure already.
You wanted more. You wanted his fullness, his touch. You wanted him.
Crosshair emerged from between your legs as if he were coming up for air after a long swim. You were dazzled, panting in the aftermath of every wave of pleasure youâd just felt, but you managed to look down and see him smirking proudly. Crosshair grunted as he stood up, towering over you again, and just when you were beginning to make sense of the world around you again, you saw him pulling down his bathing shorts to reveal a long, hard erection waiting just for you.
You couldnât help but moan at the sight, making him chuckle with pride.
âGot room for some more?â Crosshair asked.
You nodded frantically, and without hesitation, Crosshair firmly grasped your ass and lifted you, resting part of your weight on the sink beside you. You clung to him, needily wrapping your legs around his waist, and he could only hum at the sight, pleased. After the painful wait, you finally felt Crosshair sliding himself into you, hissing at the initial stretch of your flesh only for you to moan when it became the most incredible sensation youâd ever experienced.
And Crosshair took it from there. Holding you firmly, he took care of every movement. Your arousal made it easier for him to slip in and out of you at whatever speed he desired, and you could tell he wasnât planning on putting anything off. He was quick, accurate, decisive, grunting low and seductive into your ear with every few thrusts into your hips. Your nails clawed into his upper back, moaning deeply as you tightened your legs around him as much as you could, and it heightened the sensations you felt.
As he continued to fuck deep into you, Crosshair made eye contact with you for a moment, his cocky exterior suddenly becoming caring, even soft. The thought of your prior conversation entered your mindâhow long had he felt that way for you? How long had you been suppressing your own desires for him?
Now that you were in his arms, feeling all the pleasure he could give you, you were certain you were where you needed to be.
A tender moan of his name escaped you just before you felt the pleasure expand through your body again. The moans induced by this second orgasm were far louder and embarrassingly more lustful than those of the first, and Crosshair thrust his hips faster into you as he fisted your hair and gave it a light tug. Your vision went white as you succumbed to the pleasure, to him, until you felt the heat of his release inside you followed by soft, low-pitched moans that sealed every one of your feelings for him.
Carefully, he set you down, and once he was sure that your feet were firm on the ground, Crosshair went limp in front of you. His arms were the only thing that remained strong as he caged you to the wall, panting to recover his breath in tandem with you. His lips were close to yours, and you couldnât help but reach your hands up to cup his face and kiss him gently. Crosshair kissed you back without a hesitation, retrieving his hands from the wall to place them over your wrists, pressing you deeper to him.
âYou never had to be jealous, Crosshair,â you whispered.
âDonât blame me,â he panted, âfor getting a little unhinged at the thought of someone else trying to satisfy you.â
âHey, if this is the result, Iâll take it any day,â you winked. âI should have known a tease and a challenge was all it took.â
Crosshair smirked at you and let his hands travel down to your waist, straightening his back and lifting your feet up with him. âWanna show off your hickey?â
You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. âYouâd love that, wouldnât you?â
Crosshair chuckled and pecked your lips, setting you down on the floor again and pulling up his bathing suit again. âCome.â
You put the bottom of your bathing suit on and followed him out of the refresher with your arm linked in his, ready for all the stares you were about to receive. Crosshair would definitely show them all, and you never would have fathomed the idea of parading a fresh hickey in front of a group of men who were flirting with you minutes earlier, but if that love hadnât made you a bit crazy, you wouldnât have been doing it right.
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S3: The Bad Batch (4)
Chapter Four: A Different Approach
Gif by @azertyrobaz
Hunter x femaleJedi!reader
Series Summary: Ever since Eriadu, Clone Force 99 had been a fractured squad. Months have passed but you're finally back with the Batch but Omega is still out there and you won't stop until you find her again.
Chapter Summary: A reunion may be on the cards sooner than you thought
Masterlist for S1 and S2
<Previous Chapter
Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers (we're in the lovers stage now)
Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence, gambling, again we have my interpretation of headspaces, limited use of y/n, fluff and mild angst, discussion of character death, protective reader and Hunter, reader and Crosshair kinda get into it
Word Count: 5.3K
Author's notes: Now we're getting into part of the series where each episode allows for a bit more creative license which I'm very excited about! It starts with the end of this one and I hope y'all like it! Also, with regards to tagging people, I'm only tagging the users who still officially register when I do it. Please, please let me know if you want tagged/for me to try your username again!!
Sparks flew from the control as Omega did her best to stabilise them, but it was proving to be a rather challenging task. âI could use some help up here! Our comms are down. I canât contact Hunter!â
From down below in the shuttle, Crosshair was also doing his best to get things under control but the smoke, electrical malfunctions and the persistent screech of the alarm told him that was a very unlikely outcome. He analysed the screen dictating the state of the ship. âThatâs not the priority. The ship sustained heavy damage.â
âI can see that.â Omega retorted.
Crosshair made his way back up to the co-pilotâs seat, with Batcher following close behind. âGet the stabilizers back online!â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to do.â Immediately after she said that a large spark of electricity crackled from the console and the ship was torn out of hyperspace and spiralled towards the planet ahead.
âWe have to land.â
âA little hard to do when nothingâs working.â Omega snapped at him as she fiddled with the steering but to no avail.
The ship entered the atmosphere and started to plummet towards the ground.
Omega pulled hard on the lever to even out the ship as the ground grew ever closer. It was all she could do before it crashed landed and skidded along the surface.
When it finally came to a halt, Omega opened the glass roof to allow them all to get some air and eventually exit the wrecked vehicle. She looked in dismay as the controls fully shut off and the last dying spark flickered. âThis will take forever to repair.â
Crosshair exhaled a sore sigh as he got his bearings, but that soreness was soon replaced by irritation as the hound pushed insistently on the back of his chair. âNo. thereâs no time for that.â The dogâs fussing got too much for him. He stood up to allow her to jump past him and off the shuttle.
âWe need to get the nav reader online to extract the coordinates to Tantiss for when we go back.â Omega said, turning to look at him.
He couldnât understand how sheâd only just escaped that hell and was already talking about returning. âWeâre not going back.â
âWe left the other prisoners behind.â
âAnd the Empire is going to be searching for this ship and us.â He grabbed the pack with the blasters and hopped out of the shuttle. âWe have to move. I scanned a spaceport a few clicks east. Weâll start there.â
Omega followed his example and let him lead the way to the spaceport.
--
With the establishment of the new plan being they would get to the spaceport and sneak onto a shuttle, they acquired their disguises and the two of them blended in with the civilians of the town.
They walked past the various troopers in the town as casually as they could so as not to arouse any unnecessary suspicion.
Omega warily analysed the situation ahead as they reached the spaceport. âItâs too well-guarded. Weâll never slip past all those troopers undetected.â
âI can take out at least half before they know whatâs happening.â Crosshair stated confidently.
âOr⊠or we could try a way that doesnât involve blaster fire.â Omega countered.
âLike what?â Crosshair asked, his voice filled with doubt.
âWatch and learn.â With that, Omega calmly led the way to the ticket attendant.
âOh, I can hardly wait.â Crosshair said with a sigh as he followed a few paces behind.
âHello. Weâd like two tickets on the next shuttle please.â Omega requested pleasantly.
âChain codes?â Came the standard reply from the attendant.
âAbout that. We lost our chain codes.â Omega said coyly.
âNo chain codes, no passage.â
âRight. But you see, a problem for us could be an opportunity for you if, say, you knew of an alternate way of booking passage without a chain code.â She advanced towards the desk.
The attendant leaned forward. âAre you insinuating that I should take bribe?â
âIf thatâs what you want to call it.â Omega replied, feigning innocence.
âI do. And that could be arranged⊠for 15,000 credits.â
Omegaâs composure slipped slightly upon hearing that price, âFor two tickets?â She exclaimed.
âPer ticket. And itâs non-negotiable. Youâre lucky Iâm not charging extra for the creature.â
âWhere do you expect is to get 30,000 credits?â
âSounds like a you problem. Donât come back without the credits.â The attendant waved a hand in dismissal.
Omega hung her head in defeat and left the port with Crosshair.
âWell, that went well.â Crosshair remarked sarcastically.
âStow it.â Omega grumbled.
--
âStorming the spaceport would be easier than finding 30,000 credits.â Crosshair hissed as they aimlessly wandered the streets of the town.
âI donât want to hurt anyone.â
âDonât be naĂŻve. Every second weâre here, weâre at risk.â
They came to a stop outside a bar.
âThe quite wasting time complaining.â Omega argued before two troopers exited the bar and they both averted their gaze, but the opening of the door had given Omega another idea. âI think I know how we can make some fast credits.â
âOf course you do.â Crosshair mumbled as he saw her getting ready to make her way into the bar. The fluttering of a scrappy piece of paper caught under a nearby crate grabbed his eye before he entered, and he came to a sudden stop as he picked it up and saw what- or rather who- was on it.
Omega noticed he had stopped and when she turned back to enquire what was wrong, the question died on her lips as she saw what he was looking at. Only half the information on the sheet was news to her, but the rest made her eyes widen in shock. By the looks of things, you had been on your own for the time sheâd been on Tantiss and clearly, youâd stopped hiding. And judging by the harsh language and substantial reward offering, the Empire wasnât too happy about that. Now, not only was there the trouble of how exactly this information would go down between you and Crosshair but she also couldnât count on the fact that you were back with Hunter and Wrecker. She glanced up at Crosshair and, despite the fact that most of his face was covered, he could not conceal the emotions that flashed behind his eyes. âOh⊠um⊠she- well back when- Iâm sure she wouldâve told-â She broke off with a sharp breath as she struggled to find the words to say.
âDoesnât matter.â Crosshair said dismissively, crumpling it up and putting it away before he carried on into the bar. The fact that Omega seemed to already have an idea of what your⊠situation⊠gave him enough of a timeline to go off of.
âOne thing at a time, right girl?â Omega said with a shaky breath, patting Batcherâs side as the hound nuzzled into her. Putting her mind onto the task at hand, she too entered the bar.
--
The bar itself was relatively busy, especially compared to how Cidâs had usually been, and it gave Omega the chance to study her potential adversaries from their booth by the wall unnoticed.
âThatâs your plan? You want to hustle someone?â Crosshair repeated sceptically. What had they taught this kid?
âIâve done it before, and I prefer to think of it as a temporary requisition of funds.â
âAnd bet with what? We donât have anything.â
âThey donât know that.â Omega said with a cheeky grin.
âAnd if you lose?â
âWell⊠I guess weâll be in more trouble.â With that, she made her way to the card table in the middle of the bar and sat across from the Trandoshan and got her performance ready to go.
--
To say that Crosshair was surprised would be an understatement, the kid was winning every hand against the Trandoshan and securing credits within a matter of minutes. Whatever experience sheâd gained with the rest of his squad was clearly something to be admired. Although the mental image of Hunter even allowing her to hone such a skill felt very out of place, he was quietly grateful for it right now.
The bar came to a sudden hushed silence as the door opened. Omega heard Crosshair clear his throat in warning and she looked to the entrance to see an Imperial officer flanked by two troopers enter. She studied them carefully but remained at the table as she won the next hand much to the Trandoshanâs disappointment. âI think Iâll quite while Iâm ahead.â She said in response to his pleas for another game. Having an Imperial official here complicated matters and it was time she, Crosshair and Batcher left.
âLeaving so soon?â
Omega turned her head to face the officer as he stood by the table.
âYouâre in my seat.â
The Trandoshan let out a low snarl before he departed and gave up his seat to the man.
Crosshair tensed as he saw the Imperial sit but Omega waved him back.
âSo, you think youâre good at this game?â
Omega replied with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders.
âWant to try against a, uh, real opponent?â He suggested to the young girl. âI insist.â
--
âYour mutt donât seem to like me.â He said as the dog released a series of growls.
âSheâs harmless.â Omega said in reply as she organised her cards.
âSheâs a distraction. Get rid of her.â He demanded.
Omega signalled to Crosshair to take her out.
Crosshair got to his feet, clicked his tongue, and led Batcher to wait outside.
The Imperial watched them go. âNever seen you or your dad around before.â He commented.
âWeâre just passing through.â Omega replied as she watched him flip the next card and the rise in murmurs indicated that both he and the crowd seemed to think her time was up.
âEh, Iâll admit youâre not bad. But you seem to have misunderstood your enemy.â
Omega only smirked, âDid I?â She placed her cards down and flashed the set of the three Eastern Stars. Game over. âIâll take those 20,000 credits.â She grew nervous however when his two guards made to approach the table.
He held a hand up to stop them. âI concede. You beat me fair and square.â He gave her the credits. âNicely played.â He left the table.
The Imperial went back to his men and one of them addressed him.
âSir. Patrol found a crashed Imperial vessel on the outskirts of town.â
âI wasnât notified about any shuttles arriving today.â He angled back to look at the two strangers with a newfound sense of suspicion. âNow, hang on a minute.â
Omega gathered the credits in her bag and, now that Crosshair had returned, she got up to leave with him, but the familiar voice of the Imperial stopped them both.
âWeâre not done here.â He chuckled coolly. âYou havenât paid your fine.â
âWhat fine?â Omega asked.
âGamblingâs illegal in these parts.â
âWhat?â Crosshair snarled as he made to step forward, but Omegaâs arm stopped him.
âThe law is the law. Now, all you gotta do is pay the fine. And Iâll be on my way.â
âHow much?â Omega asked him as she did her best to keep her disgust at bay.
âTen thousand credits⊠unless you prefer to be arrested instead.â
Omega got the credits out and handed them over.
âExcellent. Consider your fine paid in full.â He said smugly. âTry and stay out of trouble.â He dipped his cap and left the establishment.
Omega sighed in relief. âLetâs get out of here.â
Crosshair caught her shoulder. âHow many credits do we have left?â
Omega checked the bag. âThirty-five thousand. Enough for two tickets and a little extra.â She made the first move to leave.
--
âCrosshair, whereâs Batcher?â Omega asked anxiously as she scanned the area for her companion.
âOy. You looking for that hound?â
The two of them turned to look at the young boy speaking to them.
âYou know where she went?â Omega queried.
âSure do, but the answerâs gonna cost you. Ten thousand credits.â
The fact that he was a child made no difference, Crosshair sighed and stood intimidatingly over the boy. âIâm getting tired of this.â
âOkay, okay.â The boy backtracked. âFive, but thatâs my final offer.â
Omega touched Crosshairâs arm to call him off before she gave the boy the money.
The boy examined the credits before he supplied the information, âThat Imperial officer and his troopers snatched the creature and headed for the cargo docks. Down that way.â He pointed. âNice doing business with ya.â He ran away from them before they could change their mind about the money.
Omega started off in the direction of the docks.
âOmega.â
She angled back to face Crosshair. âYou heard him. Batcherâs this way.â
âAnd the spaceport is that way. Forget the hound. We have to get off this planet.â
âWe never would be escaped without Batcher. Iâm not leaving her.â
âYouâre making a mistake.â
âIâm not abandoning her!â Omega angrily tossed the bag of credits at him. âTake the credits. If you wanna go, then go. Iâll find my own way.â She stormed off.
Crosshair watched her go but before he got ready to go his own way, he felt guilt coil in his gut. It was becoming very clear as to the impact she could have on someone and explained why his squad had cared so much for her since he too found himself following her rather than doing the more sensible thing of leaving from the spaceport.
--
âFine. Weâll do this your way.â Crosshair agreed begrudgingly as he placed the bag down before Omega scaled the gate to the cargo docks herself. âBut my skills are being wasted.â He offered his hands as a means to boost her over the top.
Omega gave him a warm smile, âNoted.â With his assistance she was able to climb over the gate with ease.
Crosshair made the quick climb after her and together, they snuck through the docks looking for where Batcher was being kept.
Omega then heard a series of whines and she saw Batcherâs cage. âThereâs Batcher.â She signalled to Crosshair before she analysed the situation around her. âShouldnât we free the other animals too?â
âDonât push it.â Crosshair replied.
--
They had managed to covertly make their way around to get better access to the centre console but before they could make a move, that dull voice spoke up.
âI thought youâd come searching for your mutt. Yeah, unfortunately for you, Lau has a very strict pet policy. No license means a hefty fine.â
âHow much this time?â Omega asked, pretending to play along as the two of them were swiftly surrounded by troopers.
âHow âbout you give me all my money back? Credits wonât do you any good when Hemlock shows up.â He saw the shared looked between them. âOh, did you think I wouldnât piece it together when I found that crashed shuttle? Nothing gets by me. I run this town.â He drew his own blaster. âSo, hand over the credits and surrender.â
Omega sighed, âAlright.â She chucked the bag to the Imperial. âLetâs try things your way.â She murmured to Crosshair.
âFinally.â Crosshair waited until Omega ducked to cover before firing the first shot, but he noticed his hand was still no unsteady and his aim was more compromised than he liked.
Omega used the chaos of the firefight to get to the controls and release all the animals, the resulting stampede thinning out the Imperial forces and reuniting her with Batcher.
âIâll handle this. Take Batcher, and power up the ship.â Crosshair ordered. He provided her cover fire as she got the ship ready and when he saw a break in the blaster fire, he made his move towards the step.
Once he was on board, Omega got the cargo ship in the air and into the safety of hyperspace.
--
You had remained on the ship to study Techâs datapad and the various planets and their coordinates whilst the other two dealt with the lead on this particular planet, but its name escaped you- youâd been to so many in this sector already, the names of them were beginning to blur together.
You were doing what you could to try and determine the next, more efficient course of action whilst the others were out but the words and data on the screen were moulding into one pile of unintelligible information. You put the datapad down for a minute and rubbed your eyes as you huffed a tired breath from your lungs. You stretched your neck and adjusted your posture but before you picked the datapad back up, a faint chirping caught your ears.
You swivelled in your chair to see the communications light flashing and you knew you werenât supposed to be hearing from Echo any time soon. So, when you patched the encrypted message through and untangled it to find coordinates to the moon just outside of Ryloth, you knew there was only one other person who couldâve sent it.
You jumped out of your chair and cleared the steps of the Marauder in one leap before you sprinted to find Hunter and Wrecker.
--
âWhatâs wrong?â Hunter asked urgently as he saw you come running towards them.
You shook your head as you glanced between them. Your breath was heavy from the running but also from excitement as you said, âItâs Omega.â
--
âLook, I hate to be the one to say it, but what if this message is a trap?â Wrecker broached carefully as the ship flew through hyperspace.
âWho else would know those codes?â You disputed.
âBut if the Empire has herâŠâ
âIf itâs a trap, then weâll get out of there but if it is her⊠we need to be there, Wrecker.â Hunter said as the ship disengaged from hyperspace, and he entered the landing cycle. There was no sign of another ship yet, but he opened the door anyway.
âThereâs no one here.â Wrecker murmured, wringing his own hands anxiously.
âThen we wait.â You said calmly though your own heart was pounding.
--
âThe Empire will be able to track this vessel. We need to ditch it.â Crosshair advised as he entered the cockpit after getting rid of the hat and face covering that he had donned back in Lau.
âWe will. Iâm heading to a remote location, and I sent a coded transmission for Hunter and Wrecker and (Y/N) to meet us there.â Omega responded. She only hoped youâd be with them too.
Now that this reunion was approaching ever closer, he found himself unprepared for what was to happen next. âOmega. Itâs- itâs been months. You donât know if theyâre still ali-â
âTheyâll be there.â Omega interrupted sharply.
The ship exited hyperspace and as she peered out the window, she saw the welcomed sight of the Marauder waiting there.
Omega dashed down the shipâs steps but paused as she saw no immediate sign of any of you.
--
A few hours had passed but there was still no sign of the ship and nerves were starting to get the better of you all.
Hunter had begun pacing the length of the cockpit, you had not stopped fidgeting with your vibroblade and alternated between that and examining the hilt of your lightsaber, and Wrecker was busying himself around the rest of the ship.
You saw the uneasy expression on Hunterâs face, and you pulled yourself together enough to be there for him. You caught his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. âJust wait, take a breath. Sheâll be here, Hunter. I know it.â
âBut-â He broke off as he heard the sound of a ship landing and a whole different type of nerves overtook him.
Wrecker made the first move to look outside and what he saw filled him with pure joy. âNow thereâs a sight!â
Take your time. You caressed Hunterâs cheek with a comforting and utterly relieved smile before you ran outside to join Wrecker.
Hunter braced his hands on the back of the pilotâs chair. He needed a minute to gather himself. This was the moment he had been seeking out for months but part of him couldnât quite believe it was happening.
--
âWrecker!â Omega cried in relief as she ran towards him and let him pick her up.
âI wasnât even sure your message was real!â Wrecker said with a happy laugh as he held her close.
âI knew youâd show up.â Omega closed her eyes and let the comfort of his strong hold overtake her.
âWe wouldnât have missed it.â
Omega opened her eyes to the sound of your voice, and she smiled brightly as she saw you standing just behind him.
You knelt down with your arms open as Wrecker lowered her.
Omega fell into your embrace and nuzzled into your shoulder. âI wasnât sure if- I thought you mightâve been-â She pulled away with a teary sniff.
You tilted your head as you tenderly wiped away the tears that had slid down her cheek and stroked a hand through her hair, the longer length of it a painful reminder of how much time had truly passed. âIâm right here, nothing happened to me.â You didnât need to worry her about past events right now- that rehashing undoubtedly would come up later- but this current moment was something to be celebrated and not clouded by anything else.
Omega went to clarify what she meant but Wreckerâs words stopped her.
âWe crossed the galaxy four times looking for you.â Wrecker revealed, wiping his own tears away.
âFive.â
Omega glanced past you as she heard Hunterâs voice and the sight of him created a feeling of pure elation that she wasnât sure she would never experience again.
âBut youâre the one who found us.â Hunter said with a smile from the doorway of the Marauder.
Omega started to run towards him.
Hunter darted down the steps two at a time and came to his knees as he held his arms out to her.
Your heart swelled and the emotions of the moment got stuck in your throat. That sight had been one you had been waiting to see for quite some time. You sensed and visibly saw how relaxed and content he looked, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
Wrecker put a friendly arm around your shoulder as you both go to your feet, and he saw your reaction to their reunion. He too felt himself getting caught up in it all. Finally, things were looking up.
âWe missed you, kid. We never stopped searching.â Hunter said affectionately and as he tightened his hold on her and felt her reciprocate, for the first time since Ord Mantell, he felt truly at peace. He pulled away but kept his hands on her shoulders, âBut how did you escape?â
Omega hesitated before saying, âI had help.â
Hunter looked past her to see⊠well to see his brother descend the stairs of the ship, but what hit him was far more complicated than the relief he had been experiencing a mere second before.
You all followed his eyes and whatever happiness and lightness that had been surrounding you all immediately vanished and was replaced by a palpable tension as you all faced the clone that walked down the steps.
Your hand automatically came to cover your lightsaber.
Omega gaze darted between you all and she saw the shift in body language as well as the serious and distrusting expressions on all of you. It appeared she may have miscalculated as to how this smoothly this particular reunion would go.
âWe can do this now and remain by a ship the Empire will be currently tracking, or we can get out of here.â Crosshair said simply.
Hunter placed a guiding hand on Omegaâs back and jutted his head to Crosshair as the rest of you boarded the ship.
Crosshair followed them, with Batcher now close on his heels and the Marauder entered hyperspace once more.
--
Omega stood in the middle of the hallway. None of you had so much as made a sound or really moved since the ship had begun the journey back to Pabu and it was getting rather unbearable. âSo⊠I got a dog! Her nameâs Batcher.â Omega said with an uneasy laugh into the dead silence of the ship, but it got no reaction. The four of you continued your standoff with Crosshair positioned down the hall of the ship closest to her room/gun turret and the rest of you closer to the cockpit. All of you had your arms crossed and you, Hunter and Wrecker looked particularly guarded. She took that resulting quiet as her cue to perhaps let you all have it out right now. She took a seat and called Batcher over to sit by her feet and waited.
It was Crosshair who broke the silence first, âWhereâs Echo?â
âWorking with Rex.â Hunter replied briskly.
Crosshair released a soft hum in acknowledgement before he asked the question that heâd been putting off since heâd deduced it from how Omega had talked to him all those months on Tantiss, âAnd Tech⊠heâs- heâs really gone?â
âYeah. It-â Hunter released a sad sigh, âIt was a mission gone wrong and he- he sacrificed himself for us so we could get away. He knew what he was doing but⊠yes, heâs gone.â
Crosshairâs jaw tightened. He knew exactly what mission Hunter was referring to. âSo much for Plan 88.â He couldnât help but say, the grief and tense situation getting the better of him.
âWhat?â You remarked with a glare.
âYou were supposed to stay hidden.â
âWe couldnât do that.â Wrecker said grimly. âNot when it looked like you were in trouble.â
âWe couldnât leave you behind, Crosshair.â Hunter added quietly, some of the fight leaving him as he recalled the events of Eriadu.
âWhy? You never had trouble doing that before.â Crosshair retorted harshly.
âExcuse me?â You growled.
âHey, itâs okay, donât-â Hunter came to stand in front of you, but you stepped past him.
You couldnât help it, the protectiveness that hit you was all you could act on. âYou donât get to do that. You donât get to throw your choices back in his face. You were offered a different path, but you decided the Empire was where you wanted to be. And yet, despite all of that, the moment we found out you needed us, there was no real alternative. We never knew what had happened to you, but we didnât need to. All we knew was that you were in trouble. We all knew the risks of ignoring that plan⊠Tech knew the risks. Donât you dare-â
Crosshair wasnât prepared to explain what happened to him yet, so he kept up with his provocation instead, âYou want to talk about risks? What are you playing at staying around with them?â
Hunter and Wrecker both looked sharply towards Crosshair.
Your posture stiffened. âI donât know what-â
âI may have been out of action but Iâm not blind. If the lightsaber on your belt didnât give it away, the wanted poster I just saw sure as hell did.â Crosshair spat as he flung it towards you.
You unfurled the paper, and your breathing became irregular saw this was one of the more detailed wanted ads that had been circulated. You crumpled it back up and then glanced to Omega who could only offer an apologetic grimace that she couldnât warn you earlier, âThatâs what I was trying to tell you.â
You looked back to the clone, âCrosshair, I-â
âYouâre a Jedi and that wasnât something you felt the need to share?â
âEvery day.â You said tightly, âBut I couldnât chance something happening-â
âWell, somethingâs happened now, hasnât it?â Crosshair bit back angrily. âDo you have any idea the danger youâve put us in? Do you even care? Youâd be doing us a favour by leaving.â
Even Omega joined Wrecker in shaking her head at him this time.
âCrosshair.â Hunter cautioned as he saw the guilt and shame that flashed across your face as your mask of composure slipped. âSheâs not going anywhere. Weâve handled it so far.â
âYou donât know what the Empire is capable or what she is. I read what sheâs done, and they wonât stop-â
âWeâve got it handled.â Wrecker repeated again as he noticed the way your shoulders started to heave.
Your jaw clenched. âYou werenât there. You donât know-â
âI was there on Devaron.â Crosshair snapped. âI was there when you decided to join us. I was there when you decided to spend every day lying about what you are.â
âCrosshair.â Hunter warned again and there was no mistaking the protectiveness in his tone or his stance now.
Crosshair picked up on Hunterâs reaction, but he wasnât to be dissuaded. âYou want to judge my decisions, but you betrayed-â
âYou donât get to talk about betrayal, Crosshair.â Hunter interjected coldly as he came to stand by your side.
You only let out a bitter laugh. âYeah, I made my choices in the beginning but when would you have liked me to tell you, Crosshair? On Kaller? But would that have been during or after your attempts to kill the Padawan? Or perhaps you wouldâve preferred it on Kamino when Tarkin was there, and you were talking about how great the Empire was and how the Jedi were traitors and what happened to them was justified? Or would you have liked to have a sit down during one of the many occasions you were already actively trying to kill us? Tell me, when should I have entrusted you with this part of me?â
This time he didnât have a response for you, he just shifted uneasily on his feet and glanced down at the floor.
You continued to speak but there was a distinct sadness to your voice now, âI wished I had been honest with all of you from the start. Truly I do. But after everything thatâs happened, Iâm glad youâve only just found out because looking at you now, knowing what I do, I canât be certain that if you had known what I was on Kaller, that you wouldnât have tried to kill me too.â
Crosshair went to speak but found that he couldnât immediately offer the reassurance that was needed.
âYouâre our brother, Crosshair, and youâre welcome to stay on Pabu with us but donât expect any of this to be easy.â Hunter said, placing his hand on your back in support.
âHe helped me get out of Tantiss. Heâs different now.â Omega remarked quietly.
Wrecker grunted and nodded towards his brother, but you and Hunter made no such moves, instead you both retreated further into the cockpit.
You sat in one of the passenger seats and stared at the paper again as you read the painful reminders of how youâd acted when youâd been separated from them. Heâs right, you know.
âNo, heâs not.â Hunter disagreed firmly as he knelt before you and untangled the wrinkled piece of paper from your hands. He paid it no attention as he threw it away. He came back and placed his hands on your shoulders as he crouched before you. âAre you alright?â
You breathed deeply and nodded. And you?
Hunter also nodded before he got to his feet and sat in the seat across from you.
--
âSo, when did this happen?â Crosshair asked, gesturing to the two of you. The way you both were behaving wasnât totally different to how things had been in the months before Kaller, but there was a definite shift that marked something more official. There had been a lot heâd missed out on.
âAfter Tipoca City.â Omega informed him as Batcher eagerly greeted them.
Wrecker enthusiastically petted the hound as he moved closer to Crosshair and Omega. âAbout time, right?â He added with a hint of humour in his voice, but the stern looks from the two of you had him clearing his throat awkwardly.
Crosshair simply hummed in reply and found himself wondering just quite how difficult things were about to be.
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Character(s): Crosshair, reader, just the entire batch
Genre: fluff, romance, tiiiiiiiiny bit of angst?? (Crosshair thinks you say you like him as a joke for like, three seconds)
Overview: Crosshair has a crush on you, and almost everyone is aware of it. Except you. Luckily, his brothers seem to rat him out so you can actually move forward with him.
Warning(s): Crosshair and Wrecker having brotherly bonding (Wreck makes fun of Cross), mentions of sweat, cursing (in Mandoâa and English), pre-order 66, Crosshair has a BIG crush on you, reader is called âdollâ, a little rushed
(I just wanted to write smth fluffy for him after the last one-)
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Crosshair liked you. It was an obvious fact.
âŠat least to his brothers. In Techâs eyes, the marksman's crush on you was as obvious as Wreckerâs hulking form in a cantina. Come on, it didnât take a genius to figure that out. Although, he was one. The way heâd purposefully provoke you to get a reaction from you (aka, your attention), how his gaze would linger just a couple seconds too long and how he always seemed to be in your medical room because he needed an extra toothpick for you, (which you so graciously carried for himâŠ) wasnât that obvious enough? Heâs known his brother long enough to know what he looks like and acts like when he has a crush. As for Hunter, thanks to his enhanced senses, he was painfully aware of how his youngest brotherâs heart rate quickened whenever you were near, and how his breath hitched. Not to mention the faint scent of sweat that he picked up on that always seemed to occur when you were by. As for Wrecker⊠he just knew. He wasnât dumb, in fact, he thought he was quite good with emotions! He knew little Crossy had a big, fat crush on you! How did he know, you may ask?
Because his dear, skinny little brother would blush. Yup. One word from you, your name brought up in a conversation, just you being in the room⊠he saw it. Wrecker saw it. Not his cheeks, thank the Maker for that, because Crosshair was somewhat pale, but his ears. The tips of them, usually a dark creamy ivory, would flush a tulip pink, even a bright raspberry color depending on how embarrassed or nervous he was. Of course, however, that wasnât obvious to you.
It wasnât like you had enhanced or modified attributes. You were just you. A medic. How were you supposed to know-? He wasnât obvious about it in any way! He just seemed to love pushing your buttons, that was it. And getting his toothpicks from you, but that was it. Crosshair didnât like anybody, much less, you. You werenât special. You were just someone he loved messing around with. That was it.âŠright?
Wrong.
Flick. Tap, tap, there goes another toothpick your way. It flicked past you before plummeting to the ground, skidding to a stop a little bit aways from your boot. Oh, there we go. It was that time of the day, yeah? This was ritualistic at this point. It missed you, but you knew that was entirely intentional. If the sniper wanted to hit you with it, he was fully capable of doing just that. With an unimpressed huff, you looked up from the medkit you were organizing (that Echo had so sweetly dropped off to you), to meet the piercing eyes of none other than the sniper that seemed awfully fond of throwing things at you. You rose a brow in response, placing a hand on your hip and tilting your head at Crosshair. âReally?â You asked rhetorically. The youngest batcher just hmfed and shrugged, taking large strides in your direction until he was towering over you. âWhat? I canât see our hardworking medic while sheâs busy?â He teased, looking down at you through narrowed eyes. You scoffed humorously, turning back to your supplies. You both knew that was a lie. âYouâre funny. We both know thatâs fake.â You commented, and he mocked a look of hurt. âI just wanted to spend time with you,â âLiar.â He rolled his eyes at your statement, before continuing. âListen, in all truthfulness, I just wanted to say thatâŠâ he trailed off, leaning on the counter next to you while tapping his fingers on the cool metal rhythmically. âI think youâre pretty.â You were looking up at him the entire time, waiting for him to say what he had to say, but you didnât seem to process his words until a couple seconds later. Immediately, your eyes widened and you physically leaned away from him, nonplussed in every way. And it didnât help that Crosshair looked so sincere, dropping the mischievous and smug look and trading it out with a more relaxed one, as if he hadnât just dropped a bomb on you by telling you that. There was no way, right? Crosshair, the nonchalant and snarky sniper, calling you pretty? When has he ever complimented anybody? You were struggling with your emotions, but you couldnât help the way your face seemed to slightly soften and you almost looked flattered. Well- you and him always did flirt sometimes, but it was all sarcasm and just to get under each otherâs skin, but you didnât thinkâ
âPretty ugly.â Oh. And there it is. Your mouth was parted and you almost looked a little hurt as he smirked smugly down at you, eyes narrowing once again. You sighed and dead-panned at him, looking only a tad irritated. âWow, youâre hilarious.â You bluntly uttered sarcastically, rolling your eyes before looking back down while cleaning up your area. Crosshair shrugged and reached a hand down to grab a toothpick from the pouch connected to your belt, placing it between his teeth and using his tongue to position it in the side of his mouth, not apologetic and rather apathetic to how you took his words. It was silent for a couple more moments, before you bravely spoke up next.
âWell, you know, I think youâre pretty.â You admitted calmly, slowly relaxing and releasing your previous tension and irritation. Crosshair rose a brow, cocking his head to the side barely. âPretty what?â He quizzed, already expecting an insult to come next.
SilenceâŠ. More silence⊠your lips quirked up into a barely perceivable smile, and Crosshair couldnât help but feel more uncomfortable and confused. Silenceâ âPretty what, [name]-?â He repeated, this time more urgently, brows furrowed, but you just closed your medkit and shrugged happily, giving him a warm smile as you brushed past him. And that made his eyes widen a fraction. â[name]!â He called out in frustration, but you were already out of the medical room and pressing the button behind you so the doors slid shut. The clone let out a frustrated grunt and he felt the tips of his ears burn, and he glared daggers into the ground as if it did something wrong. His hands curled into fists as he sucked in a deep breath. â...such a kriffing pain in the shebs.â He cursed lowly in frustration.
âYa know, Crosshair, I think that itâs great that you anâ the lilâ medic are so close!â
The toothpick in said-cloneâs mouth snapped in half, and he felt his eye twitch as he whipped towards his himbo of a brother. âPardon?â He grit out through clenched teeth, but Wrecker just barked out a laugh and grinned at him. âYâheard me! Ainât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a little friendly with her!â He repeated, knowing fully well that he was getting on his youngest brotherâs nerves. Crosshair sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, hanging his head low. See, this is why he dreaded and absolutely detested being left alone with this small-brained giant, he didnât understand why he had to be left at ship with him while you and his other brothers went on the mission. âThere is nothing between me and [name], you big oaf. I just like annoying her.â âI call bantha-shit!â Wrecker called out loudly, bounding up to the shorter clone and hitting him with Lula. Crosshair winced and groaned, shoving him away while glaring at him. âYer just tryna spend more time with her! Thatâs the truth, Cross, cuzâ you gotta big, fat, crush on her.â Wrecker provoked with a large toothy grin. Crosshair made a noise of shock and disgust and shook his head. âI do not!â He hissed in protest, but the demolitions expert just rose a hand to stop him. âNothinâ ta be ashamed of, Crossy, mâyer big brother, ya can trust me!â He exclaimed, and Crosshair sneered at him. âThatâs exactly what I will not do,â
âYou wanna be with [name], Cross, admit it!â Wrecker cheered. âYa wanna hold âer, ân kiss âer,â Wrecker immediately turned around and made a crude act of wrapping his arms around himself and swaying while making obscene kissing noises. âOh, [name]! I love ya so much, I have the biggest crush on ya, ân I want ya!â He mocked in a high pitched voice, and Crosshair, having had enough, snapped. âShut up, shabuir!â He shouted, baring his teeth at the larger clone, spinning him around and shoving him backwards, which barely moved him, much to his displeasure. The tips of his ears were burning again, and he felt his palms getting a little sweaty beneath his gloves, his heart banging against his ribcage. âI do not like, or love [name]!â He cried out in humiliation and embarrassment, but Wrecker just smirked and crossed his arms over his broad chest. âOh, but ya do,â he countered, voice low, making Crosshair swallow harshly as the large male took steps towards him. âAnâ ya wanna know how I know?â He asked, before leaning down slightly to get in Crosshairâs face. âI know cuzâ you blush, Crossy.â He whispered huskily, before pointing to his ears. âYou get real red up here.â âIââ Crosshair faltered, painfully aware of the burning at the tips of his ears again before his hands flew up to cover them. âNo,â he denied, but he knew it was futile. He was figured out, by his stupid brother, nonetheless. Wrecker leaned back up, gesturing to him. âThen whyâre ya coverinâ yer ears?â He questioned smugly, and Crosshair gave him the harshest glare he could muster, and if looks could kill, Wrecker wouldâve been six feet under.
Just then, before he could answer, everyone came back, flooding the ship once more while you breathed out a sigh. âWeâre back!â You announced, and Wrecker sent a grin towards his little brother. Immediately, Crosshair growled and stormed out of the cockpit, leaving the rest of you confused. Well. Just you. Hunter shared a knowing glance with Wrecker, and Tech only shook his head while busying himself on his datapad. Echo gave a mere shrug, before retreating to work more, leaving you utterly confused. âDid you provoke him, Wrecker?â Hunter asked in exasperation, and Wrecker could only shrug innocently. âJusâ brought up the obvious.â Hunter nodded, shaking his head. âFigured. Could hear him from outside. And smell him.â He added with a grimace, and you sent a questioning glance their way. âWhat-?â Tech waved you off and guided you away. âNothing that you need to worry about, [name]. Crosshair is just having another lash out due to his raging hormones whenever heâs around you or someone brings you up.â Tech stated bluntly, making you stammer in shock, your cheeks heating up. Raging hormones???
Before you could question him though, he was excusing himself to go work with Echo, leaving you even more confused than before. You immediately walked back to Wrecker and Hunter as they conversed, gesturing to where Crosshair left. âWhatâs up with Cross-? And what âraging hormonesâ-?â You asked incredulously, wanting answers right now. Hunter pursed his lips together, unsure about ratting his brother out, but Wrecker beat him to it. If he couldnât confess, heâd do it for him. âCrosshair has a crush on ya.â He told you. Your heart constricted in your chest, and your eyes went round with shock, cheeks heating up once more. â...he what?â âLikes you. Heâs got a real big crush on ya, [name]. But heâs too scared to tell ya.â Wrecker repeated, and it felt like you got shot by another blaster bolt. Averting your eyes down, you went silent. âOh.â Was all you could say. But as soon as he snapped out of it, you felt a bashful smile grow on your face as you blushed. âIâll go talk to him.â You informed, before rushing to where the sniper had retreated to. Without knocking, you came in, and before Crosshair could get onto you for intruding, you cut him off.
âI like you too.â You answered, despite there being no question. Crosshair paused, questions written all over his face before he shook his head and looked down. âIâm not in the mood for joking right now, you donât have to feel bad just because my brotherâs told you,â he murmured, turning away from you and cleaning his gun a little more roughly. You protested and shook your head before moving quickly to sit in front of him. âNo, Cross, I mean it.â â[name], stop-â âNo, listen to me.â You demanded, making him swallow harshly but go silent. âCrosshair,â you started, sighing deeply and closing your eyes before continuing, looking up at him with nothing but genuine affection. âI feel the same. Not because I feel bad, but because I genuinely feel the same for you.â You admitted, and seeing the doubt on his face had your heart sinking, so you continued. âI meant it when I called you pretty, Cross.â You whispered, reaching out and gently taking his hand in yours, thumb rubbing his knuckles. âWhy do you think I carry toothpicks for you?â âBecause I want them?â You laughed at that and shrugged. âNot really. I want you to come see me, thatâs why.â And that made him soften. His brow smoothed out and his shoulders relaxed, before a breathy laugh escaped him too.
âI meant it when I called you pretty too.â He confessed. You rose a brow. âDid you?â You teased, and he offered you a smile, tips of his ears turning a soft tulip pink before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your head.
âYeah, doll. I did.â
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Forgiveness | Crosshair from The Bad Batch
Summary:Â When Crosshair reunites with his old squad, there are some unresolved tension between you.
Warning:Â spoilers from episode four, slightly jealous Hunter, recalling imprisonment with the empire, some angsty feelings
Pairing:Â Crosshair x Fem!Reader
Type:Â Oneshot
Word Count: 2.1k words
Note: Just had this one shot on my mind for a while and wanted to get it fully written. Let me know your thoughts down below!
The past several months had been incredibly difficult for the team. Having just lost Tech and Omega, they didn't quite know what to do or where to go from there. They spent months chasing down leads, desperately searching for any sign that would tell them where the Empire was keeping Omega. But every mission only resulted in another dead end with no usable intel.
It felt like they'd fallen into the same repeating cycle. They'd hear a whisper of something, follow that whisper, and find nothing that could aid them in their search. They refused to give up, especially their leader who was more determined than ever to bring her back home.
After many long tiresome months, their search was finally over. In the end, Omega was the one who had managed to escape from confinement and send a coded message to rendezvous somewhere safe. Now, Omega stood directly in front of them with big tears in her eyes. They'd never felt a stronger sense of relief than having her back safe and sound.
"I had help," Omega told them.
Turning around to face the ship that she'd arrived in, their eyes seemed to follow her line of sight. A figure emerged from the ship's gangplank, descending the ramp slowly. When the infamous sniper came into view, Hunter and Wrecker felt slightly unnerved. They still didn't trust him, watching his movements with extreme caution.
However, as soon as you'd seen him, it almost felt like your heart had dropped to the lowest point in your stomach. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat and you fought the tears that threatened to release. You couldn't believe your eyes.
Sensing your sudden swelling of emotions, Hunter spun around on the heels of his feet to face you. He took a single step forward and reached out to you as if to comfort you, calling your name very so gently.
But you just couldn't look away from Crosshair. Your Crosshair.
The one who had betrayed his family to join the Empire's forces. The one whose chip had activated during the order and changed who he was as a person. The one who hunted you. The one who was finally offered the second chance he wanted so badly by his squad, but refused them in the end. The one who left you and vowed he didn't love you as you had loved him. That Crosshair.
After the Fall of Kamino, Hunter was left to comfort you during one of your lowest times having since been rejected from his younger brother on that platform. He lost count of how many nights you cried yourself to sleep in his arms. You never talked about it, but he knew somehow. That maybe there was still apart of you that cared deeply for him, which was why it hurt all the more.
Now, coming back to your reality, you truly didn't know how to feel. You never thought you'd see him again or if you had expected to see him again, it wouldn't have been in this current situation. He just stood there looking directly at you.
His face was blank. He showed no emotion whatsoever.
Finally, having gathered your courage, you started walking towards him without taking your eyes off him. Hunter had tried to stop you once again, roughly grabbing your forearm to halt your movements.
"Y/n. Wait," Hunter's voice came out rather gruff and harsh.
He was warning you. He didn't know what else to say, but it didn't matter because you quickly tore your hand out of his grasp. And you continued your approach across the space between.
Finally, you came to a halt in front of him. His eyes never looked away from yours and he continued to remain unreadable with his emotions. He waited expectantly.
He didn't know how you'd respond to seeing him again because the last time he had seen you, you confessed your true feelings for him and he chose the empire over you. He'd seen the hurt flash in your eyes when he said he didn't love you, how you fought the tears from falling at his words.
Months later, you were standing in front of him once again. He half-expected you to lash out in anger at him. He wondered what you'd say to him, thinking of how your voice would sound when you tell him: "How dare you show your face again?" He'd even take a couple hits from you if you were angry enough. He wouldn't care, because he deserved all the hate you had for him.
The very last thing that Crosshair expected was to hear a choked sob escape past your lips as your walls came crashing down around you. You closed the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and burrowing your head into his chest. You clung to him so desperately as if you were afraid he'd slip through your fingers again. The tears began to fall down your cheeks as you held him close.
At first, Crosshair didn't know what to do with himself. He stood in your arms stiffly and awkwardly. It took a while before his shoulders finally eased up and he shakily raised his arms to wrap around you. He propped his chin onto the top of your head, relishing in the sweet feeling of your embrace. He closed his eyes slowly.
In the distance, Hunter's gaze hardened. He felt his fists clench at his sides instinctively. A newfound sense of anger began to arise in the pit of his stomach.
"I don't care about the things you've said or the things you've done," you spoke softly. This confession confused him even further. "What matters to me is that you're back."
After another moment, you reluctantly pulled yourself out of his grasp. You flashed him a brief smile, quickly wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. You created a little distance by taking a step back, wanting to respect his boundaries. He watched you silently because he was honestly too shocked to say anything.
Leaving the rendezvous point in the Marauder, the now reunited members set a course to return to the safe haven planet known as Pabu. The Marauder was traveling through hyperspace, enveloping the entire ship in a tunnel of blue and white flashing stars. The little gonk droid waddled into the cockpit happily.
In the sleeping quarters, Wrecker and Omega had long since fallen asleep in each other's arms. They held Lula between the two of them. If you looked closely, you'd be able to see the faint smiles on their faces while they slept, knowing that they were both so happy to be reunited with one another.
Meanwhile, Hunter tried to busy himself at the control center. He typed on his brother's old data pad, figuring out what their next steps were going to be. If he was being honest with himself, his mind wasn't entirely focused on the task at hand. He often found himself glancing towards the cockpit upon knowing that was were his brother currently resided.
Brushing right past him, you walked directly into the entrance of the cockpit. He watched your retreating figure, which went unnoticed by you. An overwhelming sense of sadness filling his senses as he remembered the longing feeling you felt towards his brother and not him.
When you came into the cockpit, Crosshair was sitting in the copilots chair with his back turned to you. He was chewing on a toothpick, mulling his thoughts over. You were slow to make your presence known to him, gingerly stepping forward in your place.
"I made up your old cot for you," you told him with a hint of hope in your voice. "Thought it would be a good idea for you to get some rest."
He hummed. "And where will you sleep?"
"I--I don't know what you mean," you stumbled over your words, laughing awkwardly to cover it up.
"You used to sleep in my cot during my leave of absence," Crosshair recalled this piece of information because Omega had once told him about it during their time of confinement. "So where will you sleep?" Crosshair repeated himself.
"There's always that extra cot," you said rather sorrowfully. Your gaze fell to the floor when you remembered the notable absence of your squad member.
Hearing your response only made Crosshair close his eyes. It was all still new to him: the fact that he lost one of his brothers. He wasn't used to the feeling of him not being there because he'd always been there. He never imagined what life without Tech would look like. And now, he had to live that reality.
Since Tech died, you hadn't been able to bring yourself to cleaning up his personal space. His old workbench was left exactly how he'd left it with tools and gadgets scattered randomly. His cot was a whole other ordeal. There were wires coming out of places there shouldn't be wires and greasy parts had stained the sheets. Every time you looked at it, it was almost like he was still there living among you. So you never touched it.
That was until now when the need for another sleeping place arose.
"He's been watching you like a hawk," Crosshair's voice was quick to pull you away from your thoughts as he quickly changed the subject. You furrowed your eyebrows in slight confusion.
"Who?" You asked.
"Hunter," Crosshair rolled his eyes. His tone almost hinted: who else would it be?
"Oh," you replied softly, not really knowing how to respond to that.
"He worries about you, you know that right?" Crosshair added. He kept his back to you.
"Well, I--I never..." you threw a brief glance over your shoulder, but you were still at a loss for words.
"He'd be better for you," Crosshair confessed. He dropped his gaze down to his hands which shook ever so slightly in his lap. He clasped them together to stop the shaking. "He's cared about you for a long time and he's been able to take care of you. That's more than I can say."
"Crosshair," you breathed steadily. You called out for him and tried to peer around the chair. "What's this all about?"
Contemplating his next words carefully, Crosshair remained silent for a moment. He closed his eyes and turned his head away as if he wanted to run away from all of his thoughts and feelings. But he knew he couldn't do that.
"I---I care about you," Crosshair confessed, but he still refused to look you in the eyes.
Shoulders depleting at his confession, you felt your own breath escape your throat and your heart clenched tightly in your chest. You struggled to find the words to respond, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water.
"B-But I thought..." your voice trailed off as you took a single step forward. You recalled the conversation on Kamino.
"I know what I said!" Crosshair yelled back a little louder than he expected initially. You weakly took a step backwards in retreat, feeling him pushing you away again.
"What changed?" You inquired curiously.
"When I was...in confinement...I had a hard time sleeping," Crosshair began to explain. He kept his gaze locked on his hands as he relived the painful memories. "Every time I managed to fall asleep, I'd think of you. And it made me realize how much I missed you."
There was only silence that followed.
"I've made mistakes; done things that I'm not proud of. But one of my biggest regrets was pushing you away," Crosshair was speaking from the heart.
Before Crosshair knew what was happening, he felt a warm hand come in contact with his cheek. The hand urged him to turn his head and look up directly into your soft and kind eyes. You observed him silently, gazing deeply into the depths of his eyes to look for any deceit or falseness.
But all you could find was a truly broken soul. He had never looked at you like that before with such a tone of pain and hurt behind those eyes. He raised his shaky and unstable hand to grasp your wrist and hold your hand against his cheek. He seemed to lean into your touch, relishing the feeling of your skin against his own.
His hand tremors didn't go unnoticed by you. It was something he carried with him now. And he'd have to find a way to work through that struggle.
There was a part of him that wondered if this was all just another one of his dreams of you. That he'd only imagined escaping prison with Omega, fighting for his life, reuniting with his brothers, and finally confessing his feelings towards you. He closed his eyes and expected to wake up from this horrible dream at any moment. But instead: Crosshair only heard you say.
"I forgive you."
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đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ â murdoc (2016) x fem!reader
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ â nsfw, explicit, reader needs something, murdoc wants something in return, oral (fem!receiving) murdoc is an asshole, hair pulling, quickie (?), face fucking, panty stealing, murdoc uses readers panties, lowkey nose kink lol, clit sucking, tongue fucking, slight overstimulation
đ§đšđđđŹ â NOT PROOFREAD! literally stayed up til 7am to finish this bc i refused to not finish it. i had this idea when i watched like the second episode he was in and i couldnt get it out. also i need more david dastmalchian esp jack delroy, murdoc, johnny, and james lewis moots pleasepleaseplease
you were pissed. that much was obvious when you stormed into the prison with a slim folder between your tense fingers and a scowl etched into your typically stoic features.
you had demanded the guards get him into the interrogation room before you got there and told them to keep away from the door for the next hour. though they werenât allowed to do so, they refused to fall into your vicious crosshairs.
they did as they were told, and the second you swung open the door to the stuffy, metal room you were met with a smug grin and taunting stare.
neither of which wavered even when you slammed the manilla folder onto the table in front of him and used that same hand to backhand him right across his cheek. your fingers closed around the collar of his plain white shirt before he could fully process the strike and you forced his body back upright. his handcuffs rattled with the motion. the proximity should have scared him.
âyou sold us out?â your voice bounced off of the walls like a gunshot had rung out. but murdoc didnât flinch. instead, his smile steadily grew until he was laughing in your hands.
honestly, you should have expected this. the consequences of trusting a sociopathic assassin like him. known for lying about any and everything, completely indifferent about who he hurts and the amount of chaos he creates.
you made the stupid mistake of placing what should have been the satisfying wrap-up to a very important mission in his hands and ended up getting double crossed, and your coworker and good friend almost killed. in whatever time murdoc had between your meeting with him and what was supposed to be a surprise confrontation, he gave away every last detail to whoever knew of your connections with him.
luckily, the phoenix foundation had never known a loss thanks to macgyver. he narrowly managed to flip the score and gain the upper hand in a heavily disadvantaged fight, giving your team just enough room to make just a few arrests. the rest were able to escape.
but despite the half victory, you knew it wouldnât happen every time. so you had to remind your little informant who he belonged to.
your hold tightened on his shirt, and finally his cuffed wrists rose as a meek defense. âoh, come on sweetheart. iâm flattered you thought so highly of me, but iâve told you before. my service only goes to the higher bidder now.â his voice was calm and condescending. it pisses you off.
you held him still for several seconds, debating on painting his cheekbone purple before shoving him back into his chair. it was so forceful, you heard the thin legs grit and scrape against the ground. murdoc chuckled lowly. âyouâre strong for such a small thing, arenât you?â
your eyes shot daggers into his own, but you control yourself. the team would only fall into deeper shit if you pushed him into a non-verbal state. they were relying on you, even if they had no idea you had come back here.
âyouâre going to tell me who these people are, and where they mightâve gone.â you instructed, voice low and sharp. murdocâs eyebrows twitched upwards as you flipped the folder open and spread several papers onto the table.
he glanced down at them, eyes shifting left and right like he was tracking a moving dot. âneed i remind you? again?â his empty brown eyes came back up to you. his smile returned. âwhy should i?â
right. payment. in truth, you had shown up completely empty handed, boldly praying that you could get him to comply and the answers would merely fall out of him. maybe a punch or two. but this was murdoc. he felt nothing.
your jaw tightened when you came up with nothing. he seemed to sense that before you could say it and he scoffed out a laugh. âoh, then iâm afraid you came all this way for nothing, sweetheart.â
that was the second time heâd called you that. it felt almost dehumanizing coming from him, especially paired with the not-so-subtle observation he stole of your figure. though, it seemed to strike something in him, and the corner of his lips lifted.
âyou know, i might be willing to settle for a second place offer.â murdoc held your gaze with a newfound intensity, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. dealing with many men in your profession, you knew that look all too well.
your stomach lurched. though you couldnât tell if it was in a nauseating or interested way, seeing as your stomach suddenly tensed so badly it really could have been either. the man was attractive, there was no denying that. but still, youâd never pictured a situation like this with him before.
murdoc tsked at your shock. âi have needs.â he said matter-of-factly with a small shrug. his handcuffs clinked against his chair.
âi thought you had to be human for that.â you shot back.
every bone in your body told you to pack the file back up and leave him hanging. that was what your best judgment was screaming at you to do. not to entertain a maniac like him and put yourself at such a risk. but for some reason your feet were glued to the floor. you couldnât move.
murdoc actually looked offended by your words, but the expression didnât reach his eyes. âi can be as human as you need me to be. just say the word.â his voice dropped, suddenly teetering towards gravelly. âyou need something, i want something. my prices really donât get this low, you know.â
knowing murdoc, his idea of âneedsâ was bound to put you in some compromising position. you shouldnât. you really shouldnât. but the way he was looking up at you with what could only be described as pleading eyes forced your refusal back down your throat.
then, his lips spread into a victorious grin. you noticed his sharp canine fangs for the first time. âgood girl.â he breathed. he shifted to face you, reaching out to inch you closer to him with one hand. the distance between you two was already microscopic, but it got even thinner as he gently eased your legs in between his parted knees.
the chain that bound his wrists together granted him far too much leeway, you noticed when he planted his hands on either side of your waist.
your clammy palm pressed onto the tableâs surface beside you to balance yourself, finding your guard was beginning to slip away. a heavy sigh escaped from your nostrils and your eyes squeezed shut while you took in your position.
you could back out now, you thought. there would be no shame in it. youâre only caught up in the moment now. he stunned you. that was all. you didnât have to do this. you didnât want to do this, you corrected, more loudly in your head this time.
murdocâs fingers began to massage your hips over the skirt of your form fitting black dress, drawing you out of your meditative space. your eyes found his when they snapped open, and murdoc hummed.
âno need to worry, sweetheart. i know what iâm doing.â like that made you feel any better. he also knew what he was doing when he killed dozens of people.
you let a sigh slip past your lips when his hands traveled downward, inching towards the hem of your dress. âif i didnât know any better, iâd say there were two guards behind that door. but there isnât, is there?â he asked lowly and knowingly, shooting a glance over to the locked door you had come in from.
your response was reluctant. if you told him he was right, he could easily use his position to overpower you and get out. but if you let him believe the guards were there doing their job, would he stop? you looked down at him, then down where his hands were gently massaging your upper thighs.
âno, theyâre not.â you replied truthfully.
âgood.â murdoc quickly replied. he moved you so that you stood in front of the table. your expression shifted to one of curiosity. âyou can be as loud as youâd like.â
your face flushed hot at his words. how he said them so casually and cockily despite being (almost) completely at your mercy.
his fingers hooked onto the bottom of your dress and pulled it up to your waist, sighing with admiration as he took in the sight of your black panties. you gasped at the abrupt exposure, wanting to pull the bunched up fabric back down your thighs. but the sudden sensation of murdocâs fingers rubbing at the dampened crotch of your underwear caught you off guard and you let out a whine.
âthatâs it,â murdoc groaned when your thighs instinctively parted wider for him. he traced up your wet folds through the thin fabric, stopping at your clit to circle it. your chest filled with a sharp gasp and you cried out, legs going near slack. âgood girl.â
your hips bucked shamelessly into his fingers, desperately trying to match his steady rhythm. âshit, shit,â you gasped, fingers curling around the edge of the table. your head fell back between your shoulders, strained whines falling from your lips.
murdoc quickly stole your building-up orgasm when he took his hand away to slide your panties down your legs and plant himself onto his knees before you. he whisked the garment away but you didnât entirely care. the sight of him made you blink, realizing what he was about to do.
this was what he meant by wanting something? honestly, you had expected him to bend you over the table or have you straddle him on the chair.
âgo on.â he gently nods towards the table behind you. hesitantly, you pull your dress down to cover your ass before hoisting yourself up onto the edge. you wince at the cold that seeped through the thin fabric meant to protect you. the rest of it bunched up at your hips.
murdocâs hand slipped behind your thigh, holding it in place, the chain lightly digging into your skin as he brought his other one up to rub at your inner thigh. you waited for him to tend to your aching cunt again, but it never came.
you looked down at him, growing irritated. âwhat do you need me to do?â he asked far too sweetly for your liking. you glowered at him, but he didnât give in. âdonât forget, youâre the one who needs something.â
bastard. he was going to make you say it out loud. humiliate you for a little bit, even if he was painfully hard in his orange jumpsuit. he had patience like no other, so he would get his way.
you swallowed what was left of your pride and responded, âplease, make me come.â your words held bite and lacked the lust that coursed through you. and although murdoc looked like he was going to make you answer correctly for a moment, he shrugged.
âsince you asked so nicely.â he said sardonically before he planted his mouth onto your cunt. the response was immediate, a startled cry of his name falling from your lips and your thighs tensing around him.
his tongue delves into your cunt, working you slowly and skillfully. you press a shaky hand to your mouth to try to keep yourself relatively quiet, but itâs like he knows exactly how you touch yourself at home in bed. heâs hitting every spot, and the vibrations of each of his moans make your back arch.
âmurdocââ his name sounded so strange when you werenât cursing it to hell and back. ââfuck, donât stop,â your hips rolled against his mouth, the tip of his nose prodding at your clit. you risked it and carded a hand through his hair, taking a handful of dark locks and tugging. he moaned, louder this time, and his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on your thigh.
you watched as his eyes fluttered shut, practically losing himself in your pussy. he shifted to sucking on and licking at your clit, reveling in the way your cries got higher and more frequent, and how your body writhed wildly against his face. then heâd move back to devouring you, messily and loudly.
your hold on his hair went icy and you pushed him deeper into your cunt, thighs spreading impossibly wider. murdoc whined at the assertion, peering up at you through hooded eyelids.
the sight was obscene, burning itself into your vision forever. the feeling would, too. you hadnât received anything like this in years, especially not from your silicone and rubber replacements at home.
itâs then that you notice that heâs breathing too hard â or rather, moving far too much â and that heâs slowed down significantly. and that his hands have left both of your thighs and had gone back to his lap. one still loosely held your calf, you realized, but the other worked at his stiff cock. you couldnât see it, only the rapid up-and-down of his fist.
it wasnât because of his jumpsuit, which he had worked open at some point, but because also in his hand was your panties. it shouldâve disgusted you. watching murdoc jerk himself off and using your panties to do it.
but instead your breathing went ragged and you moaned. âfuck, fuck, murdoc!â he groaned in response, his tongue delving into your pussy in slow, deep drags. he didnât care that youâre fucking his face now, or that he canât breathe. he was chasing his own high, fisting his dick with your panties and listening to your relentless cries.
you cursed and cried out as the coil tightened in your gut, feeling like your body was about to explode if he didnât stop. you didnât want him to. so you held his mouth against your cunt, hips jerking sporadically as you finally came on his tongue. you felt murdocâs lips curve into a smirk against you, but you didnât have the strength to care.
instead, you let him fuck you with his tongue through your blinding orgasm, gently rolling your hips in time with his languid thrusts. you tilted your head and peered down at him, watching him get himself off with your underwear.
you wished youâd worn a sexier pair, but the stirring in your stomach was still there. just knowing they were yours.
a weak moan slipped from you when the sensitivity started to catch up with you. murdoc kept going, still licking up your first orgasm. âholy shit, murdoc,â you slurred, a second orgasm quickly building.
your head fell back and your fingers ran through murdocâs hair, tousling it even more. but he persisted now, shifting to messily work at your clit. the noises were obscene, and the shame was beginning to set in, but once you looked down and caught his gaze, it was gone.
his nose poked at your abdomen while he sucked on your sensitive nub, and spit and cum glistened around his mouth. you held the contact for only a moment before you came for a second time on his tongue, and telling from the trembling moan he let out right after, he did too.
he pulled away after a second, both of your heavy panting filled the room. you could barely hold yourself torso up, you couldnât even imagine standing up yet. so you stayed propped against the edge of the table while murdoc cleaned himself as best as he could.
âyou can keep them.â you mumbled before he could even try to give you your panties back. but the man only blinked at you.
âi know.â
the anger from before threatened to return. god, he was such an asshole.
âthat wasnât so hard, was it?â he asked with a smug smirk as he wiped your cum from his face with the back of his hand. the action made you gulp, and the way he was staring at you, still on the ground, forced you to your feet and to the other side of the table.
you had to put distance between you and him or youâd end up shoving his face right back between your legs again. and you would rather die than have murdoc know that you wanted him to tongue fuck you again.
âright, now, can you give me what i need?â you asked, hurrying to rearrange the shuffled papers on the table.
murdoc got back up into his chair, watching you compose yourself with amusement. âthat depends, sweetheart.â he replied. âwhat do you need? names or another round?â
did this in one sitting ur welcome. god i love david dastmalchian. so much. also i might write a part 2 to this.
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Heaven is here
Old Crosshair x f!reader
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 4.5k
Summary:
You live on Pabu together with your husband Crosshair, itâs been many years since you turned your back on the war in the galaxy and decided to build a peaceful life together on the Island. Donât be deceived by the domestic fluff, this is filthy smut.
Notes:
SoooooâŠI know youâre all waiting for my Old Hunter fic but what can I say, when this art dropped my hand slipped and here we are with over 4k Crosshair smut and fluff. Thereâs oral f recieving, unprotected sex, Crosshair is a tease as always. I donât even know how to tag this, domestic kink? Wife kink ? Is it dubcon if he gives you more orgasms than you think you can take? Also Tech lives, because he does and I will die on that hill. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and for all my Hunter girlies (gn) donât worry I have not one but two drafts ready to go over.
Even with the risk of another sea surge, you and Crosshair took on the challenge of rebuilding a house in Lower Pabu many years ago. Perched atop a substantial rock, it offered seclusion, tranquility, and an unparalleled view of the oceanâa retreat away from the lively upper streets, precisely what you both had wanted when you decided to move in together. With your own private beach cove accessible from the terrace, and ample space for a garden around, it was a dream, that would have been impossible to fulfill in bustling Upper Pabu. Despite the misconceptions perpetuated by others, over the countless years of marriage, your love and attraction for each other have not faded; instead, they have grown deeper and stronger with time. You love the peaceful life you built together, as a former Jedi you had your fair share of war time yourself and when you arrived here you never looked back. If you are not occupied with helping the refugees on the island heal from their traumas, you spend most days swimming, cooking, baking and tending to the garden.
Today is a quiet Benduday morning, the weather is wonderful like almost always here on the island and you're already up, allowing Crosshair to sleep in after a late-night fishing trip with his brothers.
After your usual reviving morning swim, you whirl through the house and refresh the guest room's sheets, and the blanket in Batchers basket, so Omega can stay overnight whenever she wants. Occasionally, also Hunter stays for a night or two, seeking respite for his heightened senses, when he gets too overwhelmed or just wants to spend a quiet evening with Crosshair.
Preparations for the weekly family dinner, a tradition that you hold dearly since many years and rotate with Phee and Wrecker's partner, are well underway. Wrecker's favorite cookies bake in the oven, Techs favored wine is already in the fridge and the fully opened expansive glass doors, leading to the terrace and garden, invite in a refreshing ocean breeze, accompanied by your favorite tunesâa perfect start to the day, just how you like it.
With Crosshair seemingly still asleep, you choose to whip up his favorite pancakes for breakfast, relishing in the soft flow of the morning. As you gather all the ingredients und cut up the first Jogan fruits of the season, from your garden, you can't help but smile, grateful for the bliss of this idyllic day. You often spend time with the others but family dinner days are the best because everyone makes an effort to be there, even Echo comes by when heâs around and itâs always chaotic and fun. You decide to make some juice, a platter of fruit and finish up the pancakes before you go wake your husband, humming along and dancing around as you swirl through the big open kitchen.
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As the sun ascends higher in the sky, its warm rays peek through the bedroom curtains, gently nudging Crosshair from his slumber. Stretching lazily, he finds himself alone in bed, the absence of your warmth prompting him to go look for you. When he realizes the delicious aroma of fresh fruit and cookies fills the air, teasing his senses and drawing him downstairs, he already knows where to find you.
The last days were unusually hot even for Pabu, so he opts for a pair of lightweight black linen pants and skips a shirt for now as he makes his way down to the lower floor of your home. Passing by the guest room, he notices the neatly made bed and fresh sheets, a display of your thoughtfulness towards his siblings, who occasionally like to stay over. That you care for them as much as he does is something he always deeply loved about you.
Arriving down in the main living area with the big open kitchen, that you wanted and he was happy to build for you, he's greeted by the sight of you, happily moving through the space in one of his shirts, loosely cascading around your curves. Your hair, still slightly damp from the morning swim and wavy from the salt water adds to your radiant aura as you hum along to the melody of your favorite song. The scene before him fills him with a profound sense of contentment and he pauses, taking a moment to soak in the beauty of the moment, grateful for the life you've built together. It's a scene he never imagined could be his reality, and he still finds himself savoring every moment of it, cherishing the warmth and comfort of home in your loving presence.
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As you begin to mix the batter, the vibrant aroma of baked goods and fresh garden fruits wafts through the air, filling the kitchen with a delightful scent. The table on the terrace is already set with two big glasses of fresh juice and an assortment of fruits harvested from your garden, ready to complement the morning meal.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on the stairs interrupts your daydreaming, and you glance up to see Crosshair descending.
His distinguished grey locks cascade in gentle waves, slightly tousled from a long night and his linen pants hang effortlessly low on his hips, accentuating his body in all the right places. Despite the passage of time, he remained as lean and sculpted as ever. After experimenting for a while and despite Echos half serious attempts to convince him a scomp link would be best, he opted for a detachable cybernetic hand covered with a skin like texture, some days he likes to cover it with a glove and some days he prefers to not wear the attachment at all. The scars that once marked his skin have faded with the years, becoming mere whispers of the battles he's fought and the challenges he's overcome and the line of soft grey hair tracing a path down his belly never fails to draw your attention.
Gazing upon him, you're overcome with a surge of love and admiration for the man before you. Despite the inevitable march of age, he still exudes an undeniable beauty and sexiness and the effect he has on you only seems to deepen with time.
He leans against the dining table, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you dance around the kitchen, humming along to the lyrics of the song.
"You're like a dream," he says, his voice filled with admiration.
You glance over at him, a playful twinkle in your eye.
"Join me," you invite him, extending your hand.
With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "I'd rather watch you dance. You're mesmerizing."
As the song fills the air, you swirl around getting the cookies out of the oven, your movements perfectly synchronized with the music.
Crosshair's gaze never leaves you, his admiration visible in every glance. He knows that moments like these, watching you dance with such joy and abandon, are something truly special.
ââŠhmmâŠmhhâŠheaven is here if you want itâŠmhh..â
As the song reaches its peak, you sing along with passion, your voice intertwining with the singers.
"âŠall gilded and golden, yes, I'm your girlâŠHell, if it glitters I'm goingâŠ," you sing, your voice ringing clear and true.
Crosshair's smile widens, his heart swelling with love and pride as he watches you, his partner, his wife, embracing life with unbridled enthusiasm and determination despite all youâve been through.
"âŠhmmâŠwith my gun in my hand, you know I always get my man..." you hum.
With a gentle smile, he approaches you, enveloping you in a tender embrace from behind before pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. His head rests against yours as he inhales deeply, savoring the comforting scent that surrounds you both.
âI love you so much,â he whispers.
You dip your finger in the pancake batter and offer him a taste, letting him lick it from your fingers with a wide grin.
"Mm, Jogan pancakesâŠmy favoriteâŠyou spoil me" he remarks with a smile, clearly enjoying the indulgent treat.
"They just started ripening in the garden, I picked the first ones this morning", you add watching as he savors the flavor.
âLet me help you, what can I do?â
"No, no. Go sit on the terrace, my love. I'll bring the pancakes and fresh caff in just a few minutes. Enjoy the sun before it gets too hot outside."
With a final lingering kiss, he reluctantly releases you and makes his way out onto the terrace, the sunlight casting a warm glow upon his features as he steps out, greeted by the inviting sight of the table already adorned with freshly squeezed juice and an array of meticulously cut fruits. The cushions in the lounge area are all arranged with care, and the blankets neatly folded. He flops down onto one of the big cushions, contentment washing over him as he takes in the salty breeze.
Through the open floor to ceiling terrace windows, he watches you move happily around the kitchen, effortlessly stacking the pancakes onto a large plate. The love he feels for you swells within him, a profound gratitude for the care and affection you shower upon him and his family and itâs not something you feel obliged to do but it actually makes you happy. It's a feeling he never grows accustomed to, despite all the years, heâs sometimes still in disbelief that he could be so blessed.
But this morning, there's a special glow about you, an aura of warmth and love that envelops everything you do, and he feels his cock growing hard in his pants watching you. As you reach up to retrieve the caff from the upper shelves, the hem of your shirt, his shirt, rides up, revealing a glimpse of your beautiful soft ass and he inhales sharply when he realizes you're wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
With each movement you make, each delicate gesture, he feels a surge of desire building within him. Unable to resist any longer, he begins palming himself through his pants, his arousal growing as he gives in to the intoxicating effect you have on him.
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The pancakes are done, each one perfectly cooked and stacked high on a nice plate. You pour two cups of freshly brewed caff, adding a drop of sweet syrup and a splash of blue milk to your own before gathering everything up and making your way out onto the terrace. As you step outside, you find Crosshair basking in the sunlight, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his body, his gaze lingering on you with an unmistakable hunger and a prominent bulge evident in his pants, that really donât do a good job in hiding it.
When he sees you approaching he gets up and with a few steps he is right before you wrapping one arm around you, immediately sliding under your shirt and squeezing your ass, taking the plate and cups from you with the other hand.
He sets them down on the table, before quickly indulging in a sip of his caff. Then, without hesitation, he scoops you up into his arms, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss as he lowers you both onto the cushions, pulling you on top of him so that you are straddling him.
"Sorry love, forgive me but breakfast will have to wait," he says with a desire burning in his eyes.
With a swift motion, he removes your shirt, leaving you completely exposed to the warming rays of the sun. His eyes roam over your naked form, appreciating every curve and contour as your hair falls in soft waves around your shoulders. His touch is gentle yet possessive as his hands explore your body, his desire undeniable in the hardness pressing against your stomach.
"Do you know how utterly perfect you are?" he murmurs, his voice laced with adoration. "Always so good to me, always caring, always loving."
Before you can respond, his lips find yours once more, his tongue pleading for access before before he starts trailing down your neck with hungry open mouthed kisses and soft bites that will surely leave a mark. Despite the many years, he still enjoys marking you as a silent affirmation of your bond.
Crosshair's touch ignites a fire within you as he begins to explore your body with his hands and lips. His kisses are soft and teasing, further trailing down from your neck to your chest where he cups your breasts, massaging them with skillful fingers. You gasp as he takes one of your nipples between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before giving it a gentle nip.
"Oh, Cross," you moan, your voice a breathy plea as his ministrations send waves of pleasure coursing through you.
He hums in response, his hands continuing their sensual assault on your body as he moves to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His touch is both tender and demanding, each caress fueling your desire and you can already feel how wet you are getting.
"Stars, you're so beautifulâŠmmhâŠlet me take care of you" he whispers, his voice husky with desire as he gazes up at you with a hunger that leaves you weak in the knees.
Before you can fully process his words, Crosshair swoops you up, effortlessly lifting you until you are straddling his face.
âMmhâŠso fucking beautifulâ
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his warm breath against your core, his tongue darting out to taste you.
"Fuck," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair, one hand reaching out, desperately searching for something to hold on to, as he begins to lick and suckle at your sensitive flesh. Each stroke of his tongue sends shivers of pleasure racing through your body, building the tension coiled tight within you.
âStarsâŠyouâre so wet for meâŠ.let me make you feel goodâ he murmurs between two painfully slow licks up and down your folds, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt through your core.
"Please," you whimper, arching your back as Crosshair's tongue works its magic. "I need your fingers inside meâŠor your cock"
He lifts his head, glancing up at you from underneath, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Not yet, love," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want to make you come first."
You moan in frustration, but his lips descend once more, and all coherent thoughts evaporate and your mind goes blank when he starts sucking on your clit.
Crosshair's movements are relentless, his tongue dancing over your clit with a practiced rhythm that leaves you teetering on the brink of release. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge, his touch driving you wild with need. His hands get a hold of your hips pushing you further down onto him.
"Fuck," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm so close."
"Come for me, and I promise Iâll fuck you however you want," he growls, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Just let go and give me everything."
His words are the final push you needed, the dam of pleasure breaking as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Your back arches, a guttural cry escaping your lips as you ride out the waves of ecstasy crashing over you, your pussy clenching around nothing leaving you desperate to be filled.
Crosshair continues to devour you, his firm grip on your hips steadying you so you donât fall over and his tongue working tirelessly to prolong your pleasure until you are a panting and whimpering mess in his arms. As you come down from your high, he gently lowers you back onto the cushions, his hands caressing your trembling body with infinite tenderness.
"You're incredible," he murmurs, wiping away the remnants of your juices on his face and pressing soft kisses against your skin as he holds you close. "I'm so lucky to have you."
You smile, your heart overflowing with love for the man who knows just how to make you feel alive. But your whole body thrums with need, your pussy throbbing with desire after his skilled tongue brought you to the brink of ecstasy, even as your mind reels from the intensity of your orgasm, the ache for his cock remains.
"Donât forget you promised me something" you whisper.
"Tell me, darling," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. "Tell me what you want."
Your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to form words amidst the lingering haze of your orgasm.
"I need you inside me," you manage to gasp, your voice thick with need. "I need you to fuck me, Crosshair. Please."
No matter if it starts with him being the one whoâs horny, he always manages to make you the one begging to be fucked.
âHow do you want me?â he asks, his fingers trailing down between your dripping folds, pressing against your entrance, desperately aching for his attention.
You can barely form coherent thoughts with him teasing you like this.
âJustâŠahhhâŠjust fuck meâŠpleaseâŠCross, fill me upâ
With a satisfied grin, he scoops you up from the cushions, his strength and desire obvious as he bends you over the terrace railing. Your heart races as he positions you, your naked body exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. Gripping the railing for support, you arch your back, presenting yourself to him in all your glory.
"Stars, this IS the best view in whole Pabu" Crosshair groans, his voice thick with desire as he quickly sheds his pants and lines himself up with your dripping core, his tip deliciously pressing against you and a sharp slap landing on one of your cheeks.
"So fucking perfect."
You let out a lewd moan, when he slowly slides into you. His big cock stretching you in all the right ways until he is fully sheathed. Itâs a feeling you can never get enough of.
You arch into him, making sure you take him as deep as possible. It feels incredibly good to finally get what you wanted, to be so full of him, but he doesn't move. Instead, he teases you, his fingers finding your clit, pinching and rubbing it in just the right way to send shivers down your spine.
"Please, Cross," you beg, your voice thick with need. "Move... I need you to move." the ache between your legs growing more furious with each passing moment.
He grins, enjoying the desperation in your voice, but he doesn't relent just yet. Instead, he slaps your ass, the sound muted by the waves crushing beneath you.
"Stars, I love it when you're so needy," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he bends over you.
You whimper in response and finally, he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. But as your pleas grow louder, more desperate, he picks up the pace, thrusting into you with increasing urgency.
Your body starts trembling as he thrusts into you with relentless force. Each powerful stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, driving you closer to the edge with every movement.
Crosshair's hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements as he pounds into you with primal need. "That's it, baby," he grunts, his voice ragged with lust. "Take me. Take all of me."
Your senses reel as pleasure consumes you, the rhythm of his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your body responds eagerly, meeting his every stroke with unrestrained enthusiasm as you surrender yourself to him completely.
"Oh, fuck, Crosshair," you cry out, your voice a symphony of pleasure as he drives you to the brink once more. "Iâm close, donât stop."
He doesn't hesitate to comply, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he drives you towards another mind-shattering orgasm. With each powerful stroke, you feel yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as you chase release.
And when it finally crashes over you, it's like a tidal wave of pleasure, washing over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. But even as you come apart in his grip, Crosshair shows no signs of slowing down, mercilessly fucking you through your high.
âCross⊠slow down, itâŠ.itâs too much.. pleaseâ you whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin and the waves crash on the rocks beneath you.
But he's unrelenting, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounds into you with a hunger that borders on desperation.
âNo love, I want you to give me another one, I know you can do itâ he growls, his words laced with desire as he continues to drive you toward another peak of pleasure.
With each powerful thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge, his hands roaming over your body as he praises you.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he grunts, his voice rough with lust. "You're doing so good for me."
His words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, spurring you on to new heights of ecstasy.
He punctuates his praise with sharp slaps to your ass, the sting mingling with the pleasure to create a sensation that leaves you dizzy with desire.
"I know you like thatâŠ" he groans, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continues to pound into you. "⊠my fucking beautiful wife, taking me so well."
You can only moan in response, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as he drives you relentlessly toward another orgasm.
âNow come for me, I⊠I want to feel this beautiful pussy of yoursâŠclenching around my cockâ
He watches you with hungry eyes, his own release growing closer with each passing moment, his thrust becoming sloppy and his cock tightening up even more.
âLet me make you come undone," he urges, his voice a husky growl as he thrusts into, lifting your hips, slightly changing the angle to pound against your most sensitive spot.
With his encouragement, you let go, your body wracked with pleasure as you tumble over the edge once more. And when you come, when that tension in your core snaps, your mind goes completely blank and all sounds fade into the distance. This state of mind is something you only reached in your active days, mid battle, when you had to center yourself in the force and with him. If itâs possible to become one with the force, this is how it has to feel.
Crosshair follows you shortly after, his own climax ripping through him as he feels you clenching hard around his cock and he spills himself inside you, his orgasm mingling with yours in a symphony of passion. You collapse against the railing, spent, sated and panting, your mind blissfully blank as you bask in the last waves washing over you and the afterglow of your lovemaking begins to settle in. Luckily he is holding you steady against him, as your shaking legs begin failing to hold you up.
Together, you hear the waves crashing on the rocks below, the sound a soothing backdrop. In that moment, with Crosshair's arms wrapped tightly around you, you feel complete, your body humming with satisfaction as you revel in the pleasure of being thoroughly and completely ravished by the man you love.
His touch is tender as he lowers you back onto the cushions, your legs still unwilling to support your weight.
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he disappears into the house but it doesnât take long until he returns with a damp towel in his hands to clean you up.
He lowers himself back down on the cushions beside you, his fingers trailing gently over your skin.
âI love you so muchâ he murmurs looking at you, and you could loose yourself in his eyes, so full of love and adoration for you. He wasnât good with expressing his feelings when you met but his eyes always told the truth.
âI love you too Crossâ you say, cupping his jaw and pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
âLet me clean you up and get our breakfast over here,â he whispers with a satisfied grin.
With a loving care that fills your heart to the brim, he wipes away the traces of his cum that is leaking from your core and trailing down your legs, his touch soothing and intimate.
Once he's satisfied that you're clean and comfortable, he turns his attention to the abandoned food, gathering up the plates of fruit and pancakes and cups of caff that were left forgotten in the throes of passion, bringing them over to where you lay on the cushions. With a soft smile playing at his lips, he begins to feed you.
"Here, darling," he murmurs, his voice soft and affectionate as he offers you a piece of pancake. "Let me take care of you."
You accept his offering eagerly, too blissed out to eat by yourself, savoring the taste of the sweet syrup and fluffy pastry as Crosshair feeds you with a tenderness that takes your breath away. With each bite and sip, you feel the life coming back into your body and the warmth of his love enveloping you, wrapping you in a cocoon of blissful contentment.
As you eat, you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking, the lingering effects of three mind shattering orgasms still thrumming through your veins. The terrace is bathed in sunlight, the gentle breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean as it rustles through the air. In this moment, with your husband by your side, you feel completely and utterly at peace.
Together, you eat and laugh and as the last of the pancakes disappear and the caff is drained from your cups, you lean into Crosshair's embrace, savoring the feeling of his arms around you. In the quiet intimacy of your terrace, you revel in the simple joy of being together, your hearts beating as one in perfect harmony.
With a content sigh, you rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. In this moment, surrounded by his love and warmth, you know that there's nowhere else you'd rather be than here, in the arms of the man who completes you in every way imaginable.
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