#crosshair is a brat

[dangraccoon]

I Feel Cold

Week 1 ~ "I feel cold" ~

Word Count: 615 Content: sibling bickering, pre-epilogue, adult (early 20s) Omega, older (40s) CF99, Tech survives, but is partially paralyzed, Omega is a good sister, Crosshair is a brat, panic attack, nightmares

@clone-wars-winter-challenge

Omega could hear her brothers bickering as she entered the house. She slipped her muddy boots off at the door and hung her soaked yellow jacket up as Batcher excitedly greeted her.

“I didn’t say I don’t think it could work,” Hunter grumbled, feet propped up on the living room table as he reclined in his chair. “I’m saying that it would be tricky.”

“Obviously, it was your tone that implied doubt of Tech’s brilliant plans,” Omega smirked, slightly mimicking Tech’s voice–much to his chagrin–as she leaned over the back of Hunter’s chair to peck a light kiss to his cheek.

Tech scowled, pulling his datapad from the side pocket of his repulsorlift chair. “The plan would be somewhat easy to execute; if Echo–”

Hunter sat up suddenly. All three of them suddenly focused on the stairs.

“It’s Crosshair,” he said. He grunted softly as he started to lift out of his seat.

“I’ll go,” Omega offered, waving him off. Hunter nodded with a grateful smile.

She squeezed Tech’s shoulder as she passed, his shaking hand tapping her’s lightly.

Omega took the stairs two at a time–a habit she’d picked up from Lyana–and dropped her bag at the door to her room. She poked her head into the door across from her’s, affectionately rolling her eyes as she was met with Wrecker’s snoring.

She tiptoed down the hall, skillfully evading each spot she knew would creak and groan. She came to Crosshair’s door, and pushed it open, cringing slightly as it whined on its hinges.

It didn’t wake her youngest brother, however, as he continued tossing fitfully in his bed.

She sat on the side of his bed, gently pressing her palm to his shoulder.

“Cross?” she whispered. No change. “Crosshair, you’re having a nightmare.”

She gently shook his shoulder and he gasped as he woke, sitting bolt upright, his breathing rapid and shallow.

“It’s alright,” she soothed, hands providing steady pressure on either shoulder. “It’s just me.”

“M-Mega?” he finally whispered, eyes finding her in the dark.

“I’m right here,” she answered, pushing warmth and comfort into the soft words as much as she could. “It was just a nightmare.”

Crosshair’s breathing didn’t slow. “I-I can’t–” he coughed harshly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Easy, easy,” she said, holding his flesh hand in hers and rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades with the other. “Can you tell me three things you can see?”

Crosshair blinked in the darkness, nodding towards each item. “Cu-curtain. Lamp-p. pr-prost–hand.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Three you can hear?” 

His breathing finally began to slow as he strained to listen. “Wrecker,” he scoffed, making her chuckle. “Rain ou-outside. Can hear Hun’er an-and Tech.”

She nodded, finally feeling the tension starting to slip from him. “Feel?”

“I-I feel your h-hand. Feel the rug, under my feet. I feel…cold.”

She smiled. “Well, that’s what happens when you leave your windows open during the rainy season,” she playfully nudged his shoulder as she got up to close them. 

“Didn’t used to be a problem,” he griped, wrapping his comforter around his shoulders. “Getting too old.”

“Oh, hush,” Omega laughed, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re still my little brother.”

Crosshair scoffed. “You’re still just a kid.”

“Woah!” she protested as she plopped back down onto his bed. “I graduated to ‘teenie’ five years ago!”

Crosshair shook his head. “That was a mistake; it’s gotten to your head.”

“Alright,” she grumbled, but her lips were still pulled in a wide smile. “Time for bed, grandpa.”

Crosshair dramatically clutched his chest as he let her push him onto his back. “You wound me, darling sister.”

“I would never, dearest brother.”

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[here-comes-the-moose]

Crosshair: Hey Hunter have you heard of brat summer?

Hunter, not looking up: Wow I can’t believe they dedicated a whole summer just to you.

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

In Honor of Omega never getting to go to a mall and a brief exchange with @letshareapapou I gave Omega some of my favorite childhood clothes. I think the sundress suits her.

BONUS! This New Years Eve dress I wanted to age up for Tahny, so why not both?

Bonus, Bonus:

[wordswithloveee]

[the-cantina]

sub!Crosshair would be such an unholy mix of brat and SAM, I just know it. A handful and a fucking menace for any dominant to handle.

I mean, can't even deal out a spanking or give him a more traditional 'funishment' when he brats out because yes, that's what that damn masochist wants 🙄

I bet he would pick 'beige' as a safe word just to rile you up.

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors:)

Practice: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit. https://www.tumblr.com/chryblossomjjk/692422150298140672/practice-jjk Imagine: Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. https://www.tumblr.com/chryblossomjjk/690342551816929280/imagine-jjk Dumbo: You know what they say about boys with big noses… https://cinnaminsvga.tumblr.com/post/617392866169372672/dumbo-jungkook-m A Nyul: Giving in to your rabbit hybrid Jungkook sexually was never part of your plan. He was supposed to be a companion and nothing more. He wore you down eventually and as a hybrid owner you are responsible for the health of your companion right? https://cocotaetae13.tumblr.com/post/706188075311759360/a-ny%C3%BAl Chasing Shadows: Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PIs around. https://www.tumblr.com/colormepurplex2/704207339679580160/chasing-shadows-jungkook-x-freader-modern On Wings Of Mist & Memories: You’re a Psion—disguised Field Scribe—of the Golden Kingdom of Bolas, attached to the Front Wing Infantry. After an ambush from the sky rips down the safe walls around you, you find yourself at the mercy of a brutal man, his dragon, and his shadows. https://www.tumblr.com/colormepurplex2/725131542223093760/on-wings-of-mist-memories-jjk

Tryst: An old friend visits to spend the day with you and boyfriend Jungkook. That night, smut ensues. https://4joonkookie.tumblr.com/post/671213340397355008/tryst Tamed: JK is a brat tamer (and you’re the brat), OR you’re in your feelings and Jungkook fucks you till you’re out of them. https://4joonkookie.tumblr.com/post/668597010994167808/tamed

Make You Mine: Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you’re already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate. https://colormepurplex2.tumblr.com/post/700874629265440768/make-you-mine-jjk Now I'm Yours: Jungkook is terrible at feelings. He’s possessive, reckless, and most definitely an Alphahole; you were once his sworn enemy for a reason. But, after he claimed you as his mate during your designation celebration, how do you even begin to navigate the dark waters of such a precarious relationship? Especially when there is darkness creeping over the horizon, threatening to blanket your world in permanent shadow. https://colormepurplex2.tumblr.com/post/742077527315644416/now-im-yours-jjk

[eccentricallygothic]

Crosshairs

Description: Trying to get Robb's attention is one thing, but when you have successfully landed yourself in his crosshairs is another.

Pairing: Brat Tamer Prodigal Son!Robb Stark | Spoilt Brat!You.

Warning(s): Brat taming, jealousy, spanking, punishment, unprotected p-in-v, doggy style (it's me), claiming, manhandling (it's Robb), power imbalance, degradation, light misogyny, Robb's BDE because I live for that shit, corporal punishment ig, boob play. MDNI.

Type: Request, here. 

. . .

“You do realize you will land us both in trouble if you keep this up, yes?” Jon does not look up at his older brother's betrothed half out of respect and half out of the playful annoyance he feels for the spoiled girl batting her eyelashes down at him with faux coyness.

“What trouble?” The male rolls his eyes as he works away at his sword. “I haven't the slightest inkling of whatever you mean, Jon” he resists the urge to scoff at your obvious innocence. 

The uncharacteristic nature of your actions makes you stick out like a sore thumb. The forced lady-like smile that holds your features in an uncomfortable shift due to lack of experience, the way you hover above his head in a flirtatious side hang even though you never behave in this manner around the opposite sex save one, the overdone grace with which you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and the little tilt of your head that is accompanied by a confused and senseless giggle fitting to women, the pains with which you put this effort forward is painfully obvious. 

“Right” the object of his discomfort -something you have in common with said object, at times- appears on the horizon of his vision and Jon sighs. 

Well, there goes his hope of not becoming the collateral today.

“No, tell me what you meant” though you aren't used to or too comfortable with leaning into men, you do so because you have also caught the quiet figure in your own peripherals and unlike Jon, you welcome the circumstance like the fool you are. “I want to know, Jon~” the dark haired male uncomfortably shifts away from you who puts an extra swing in your sway towards him. He lets out a suppressed scoff and glares at you. The two of you have been friends long enough for him to know exactly what it is that you are doing. 

“Stop” you know each other too well to be affected by any proximity with each other but Jon's older brother who is an advocate of propriety has taught his younger brother that this distance with a lady one is not related to seldom fares well and thus his teachings show in his behavior. “You—” though he decides not to beat around the bush for any longer, it is too little too late.

Alas.

“Father calls for you, Snow” the male in question releases a breath he was not aware he was holding and jumps to his feet abruptly with a gladness he is still cautious of since his brother likes to get unfair at times despite being well acquainted with your personality. 

Jon departs, or rather flees the scene without another word.

A smirk makes its way onto your face so you turn your ‘unsuspecting’ back to the hairy giant, bending to pick up your upper coat that you had shrugged off in a bout of confidence. Though you aren't the sharpest and certainly don't possess the perception of your betrothed, you hear him approach you in his manly and wise silence as you clear the haystacks of your coat in one swift movement and resume an upright position.

“Oh!” You exclaim with a surprise so artificial that the impurity nearly cuts Robb because of how he always dons the gold of honesty and valor. “My heart!” You use your endearment for him for Robb neither likes to hear you refer to him by name in public nor does he prefer you call him by his titles. “When did you get here? You were not a moment ago!” 

The coolest, most small smile spreads over his rosy lips and Robb tips his head back an inch to grant himself a better look at your audacity. The milky skin under his eye slightly twitches in response to him narrowing his eyes at you. Though he says nothing, you can still hear his rhetorical inquiry in that sarcastic way of his that you are well familiar with due to how long you have known him. 

“Whatever’s the matter, my love?” Robb has to resist the urge to scoff at the extra pitch in your voice because of the pretentiousness you are putting into your performance. 

He just stares at you for a good while, studying you, perhaps giving you a chance. So much so that there comes a point where you feel yourself gulping down a bile from your rising nervousness. But unlike many other times, you refuse to give in today. Like husband, like wife. After all, you rebelled against your nature today to end up here, in this ‘predicament’. Giving up now would be to waste all your effort and turn your bold attempt futile.

“Come” he says after you know not how many minutes pass but before you can say anything, Robb’s hairy claw has already seized your smaller hand within it. It is unlike his nature too, for usually he is the effortless victor in a battle of wits between the two of you.

“Oh!” But you are used to being treated like the most delicate and valuable thing to ever exist. You have been raised in a manner which has accustomed you to everyone giving in to your demands and wishes. The firm manner in which Robb balances all things with a just foresight is most undesirable to you, fancy for him or not. Things should always go your way in the design of your desire, and not in a way that is mindful of safeguarding the welfare of other people too, unlike your dearest. If it does as a byproduct, jolly. If it does not, well, then that is simply not your pain to bear. And whilst you underwent this stunt to provoke Robb and his attention, the way your smaller body is being dragged somewhere through the dark hallways of the estate with a rigidity typical to your betrothed, it is hardly the conclusion you planned.

Not like this.

“Oh, my!” Your brutish man's ironhold is beast-like as you try to free yourself of it. But what good is a mere pip against a wolf out for blood? “Stop, stop!” You huff and puff half out of your liking to test him to the best of your ability and half because your scheme was not to be so quickly overthrown with such ease!

No, he was supposed to get jealous and sulk in the envy your behavior was aimed to stir in him due to your treatment of his brother. Then he was supposed to fight for your attention and give in to all demands bestowed upon him by you and fulfill any and every need you may have. Robb was to kneel down to you like everyone else in your life did and strike conversation to get you to shower the blessings of your company upon him. He was to say the first word and you were to act like he usually did; with a teasing indifference to make him haste harder for your notice. Except, your little mind failed to realize that you yourself had broken the very first rule of your own game not too long ago when you had spoken.

And now as you are pushed into a little room for the stored animal feed and other domestic necessities before your smaller body is pushed like a delinquent babe's to bend over hay forming a stack half your size, you whimper and pout as your pampered elbows itch from the dried grass. This outcome is far from what you had expected of your contrivance. This is not supposed to be it. 

“We are not wed yet, my Lord!” Your mouth runs its senseless attempts in vain. “Oh no!” You try to worm your body free from his elbow that he settles between your shoulder blades to nail you in place as the rest of his arm lays down along the length of your back, the tips of his fingers pressing against the twin dents in your tailbone. “This—”

“All that fuss to have my attention, dove” when he does speak, the guttural quality of his throat shushes you into silence. “Only to raise mayhem and put up such fight when it has been granted to you” you feel the fingers of his free hand dance along the plump, clothed cushions of your buttocks and your eyes widen as though the position he had put you in was not telling enough. 

No, no, no!

He is supposed to get on his knees and worship you! 

Not discipline you like a guardian does a misbehaving child! 

“Perhaps they are correct in what they say about a woman's eternal uncertainty in what she wants herself” not entirely true. You do know what you want. But if you confess it to him this will get even worse for you! He must not know! You shall conceal it like your life depends on it!

Or so you scheme in your naivete, for you have behaved in similar ways more times than one.

But trying to flirt with another man? That is new. 

And Robb is very determined to find out the source of that course of action.

“Ugh,” you shake your shoulders in a futile attempt once more. “Do not be a cruel brute!” You order the future King of the North like you are in any position to bark at a man of his stature. “I am not one of your savagely bannermen! I— ah!” A furious hiss shoots through your lips when his free hand comes down upon the midpoint of your cheeks that jiggle feverishly from the impact. You whine at the sting that goes all the way down to your pucker and though Robb is wordless, he curses under his breath when he realizes that you are not wearing adequate underclothing despite his constant advice and request that you do.

How typical of you.

The young man brings another strong hand down upon your rear at the thought and you let out such an exaggerated sound -in his opinion, as he is scarcely aware of the extent of his own strength- that it mimics a cackle. Only, it is one of woe. Your hips desperately try to find solace in swerving the endangered half of your body out of his line of devastation but your wolf-man is far too strong. 

“Aaaa!” You furiously wail like a delinquent puppy being set straight, digging your elbows into the hay and your head in your arms to withstand the thunderous rain of your betrothed's hand on your buttocks. “I demand you stop this immediately, Robb!” Your whines are muffled and pathetic in their contrast to your words. 

“It will not be until you tell me whose plot your little performance was” you gulp and bark out a wheeze to respond and it is like he senses the lie that goes to bud on your tongue and he swats it away with a foreseeable slap to the underside of your rear. “And you best think twice before giving me a false answer,” you shake your whole body and your head in protest and pain when he spanks you again. “Or so help me gods.” 

But you remain faithful to your nature and preserve your brain's unutilized state by choosing to, after all, lie. “I- I have not the slightest idea what you mean!” Robb releases a cool, mirthless scoff and shakes his head at you, his palm now taking turns on each of your cheeks as it comes out in strong, powerful hits that he lands with well paced delays so you can fully feel the ache of one strike before the next lands. “O- Ow! T- There was no- ah— p- plot! Nevermind a- any performance!” He sighs as if to lament what is about to happen to you next. 

“Fine” your eyes widen and you squawk in shock like you aren't accustomed to this or you were not hoping to arouse a more ideal variant of this outcome anyway. “Have it your way then, my dove” oh… that never fares well for you. 

And Robb proves your suspicion true when he lifts your skirts out of the way and tucks them under the hand that sits on your lower back like a menacing serpent with unkind intentions. “Tsk,’’ a strong strike is given to your barely secure intimates before he tugs your poor excuse for undergarments down. 

What?

They are uncomfortable!

It is not your problem if the man of your future household is too pedant and fastidious!

He always laughs at it and just ruffles your hair but you are unyielding in your belief that he is the way he is because your betrothed is adamant on reaching bachanalness three times faster than other people his age. 

“Ouch, my heart, please!” You cannot help but whine out an endearment though you absolutely do not want to because you are just as cross with him as he is with you! Ugh! He never falls in your traps! Why is he so clever?! Is this what your mother meant when she told you that you were finally going to have someone who would handle you like you ought to be the day Robb asked your father for your hand in marriage? “It hurts!” 

You gasp in realization.

The pieces fall into place.

It does make sense.

Gods, the world conspires against you!

This is not fair at all!

Robb's cruel palm is unrelenting even when it begins to tingle upon coming into contact with your bare and blushing skin over and over. “Tell me the name, my angel, and I will cease this immediately” he spreads your legs with one strong jerk of his hand and your whole body undergoes a turbulence. “You know I hate this just as much as you do” before you can feel any warmth for your cruel lover for he always tells you that he does not like to punish you, his lowered hand comes upwards in a vertical hit and collides against your drenched petals. The impact reverberates through your whole being and your mouth falls open at the way your folds shake. “Make haste, sweet one.”

Your eyebrows come together in a tight, angry knot and your cheeks puff at his condescending tone. “N- No name!” You bark out of spite and clutch at the hay angrily. “There was no one!” The compressed dried grass comes loose in your hold and you add. “You have gone completely mad, you hoary troll!” The way Robb audibly chuckles at that causes the arm that he has on your back to buzz into your spine.

You gulp because he is a man of a few words and even lesser noise. So this cannot mean anything good. Although you are quite determined in your resolve, you still have to bite your lip to suppress the whimper that you let out when his offending hand now begins to softly caress the blemished skin of your buttocks and sit spots. For you know his touch and it is not this when he means to be genuinely affectionate.

Just what kind of a predicament have you landed yourself into?

“I see.” You hear the zip of harnesses coming undone and the thump of coats hitting the floor. “Then nevermind the actions of a mad man precisely how we will the name of your fellow conspirator, my dear” you are confused by his words but the feeling of his tip aligning against you when he gets behind you and takes your sore thighs -for Robb never punishes your buttocks alone but all the spots in their vicinity- in his strong fingers that are decorated in scars which bear testament to his experience in conquest, causes a tumult in your determination-taut brain from the burst of sensation and the upper half of your body relaxes as result of all tension shifting to your nether regions. 

You mewl as you feel the delicious burn of your entrance that your beloved had deflowered some time ago stretch around the thick tip of his cock that makes love making feel like the first time whenever your balmy cavern is made to accommodate his manhood. “Oh! I can't take it!” You throw your head back and moan, forgetting everything else and getting lost in the flutters of pleasure you have been taught to find in the strain his cock causes on your flesh band. “You're too big, love!” Robb curses under his breath when the leaking apex of his cock is met with resistance against your folds that he feels quivering against him. “P- Please help me take it!” He just has to give a sharp strike to the underside of one of your buttocks to accompany with his scoff.

You are such a fox.

Saying all the agreeable things in that obedient tone of yours that he knows better than to trust. 

He shakes his head at the surprised squeal you whimper out as though the events of the last quarter did not happen. 

“Whoever said anything about you taking it, my sweet dove?” Horror creeps down your spine in the form of an ice cold shiver. 

No. 

“B- But— aaaah!” You are stinging, aroused, open but not filled and inching closer and closer to mindless, undignified desperation. “But!”

“Hm?” Robb seems to be enjoying himself, ever the master of restraint and self control, as he penetrates you only to the wide hilt of his tip before he sloshes it right out of your entrance only to repeat the tortuous action where your walls clench and bathe with slick in anticipation of his cock only for their buzzing excitement to be denied satisfaction. 

“W- What…” You rarely ever misbehave once he has you like this. But your wanton frustration makes you kick one foot as you huff. “Why would you— oh!” You bite your lip because of the shoddy pleasure that sparks but fails to ignite, leaving your body on a trembling edge that brings you to heaven's door each time he fishes his way past your swollen folds and plops into you never to let you sheathe him thus denying you the paradise beyond. “W- Why are you doing that?!” You finally break from your pretentious rhetoric as you try to push yourself down on his shaft but strength has never been grounds for competition between the two of you. 

Robb's nearly inhuman hold keeps you detained exactly where he wants you. “Doing what?” It's his time to display faux behavior and you huff although you know deep down in your mind that it would not do much to move him and would rather only land you in more trouble. 

“That!” You cry when you feel his cock release more precum right at the threshold of your cavern because of how he fucks your entrance with a warm, torturous gentleness that scorches both of your insides alike. “Why w- won't you put it in, cruel ogre!” 

A satisfied smirk suppresses Robb's breaths that grow heavier with the passing moments. “Why, I am a mad and cruel ogre-troll, my dove” he enters you again and this time both his hands come down on your cheeks in the form of slaps at once and you howl. “And creatures of my like have queer ways beyond the comprehensive abilities of pretty little things like yourself” you whine and your toes curl at how the frustration morphs into a dull ache in the mound between your legs. 

The painful twitching of your sex makes you croak and you try to move your hips once more. “No! No!” You gurgle on your own spit as you vehemently shake your head.

“No?” Robb's inquiry is nice, somewhat kind even… unlike his heartless actions. 

“No!” You affirm as you feel your knees ache and sore thighs quiver. You are a sensitive little thing. Rough handling is not a domain you are much acquainted with beside the brief encounters you have with it sometimes during spells of passion with your dearest betrothed. “No, the light of my life, you're not! You—” your back arches and you cry and pout like an entitled juvenile not getting their way, your frivolous unrest and feverish jittering making his great form that looms behind you like the silhouette of doom itself to shake in silent mirth. “You're perfect! Please, you're the most perfect Stark heir! You are the best Lord Winterfell can ever hope to have!” Your praises make him curse under his breath and he gropes your thigh harder to withstand his impulsive urge to thrust all the way in.

No.

He is the man and the responsible one.

No can do until you learn and acknowledge his authority.

That is the way.

Of men, and Lords.

“The name, my love” though he masks his words with nonchalance quite well, there is a disguised urgency in them. You light him up just as unbearably as he does you. “Tell me the name and I will give you all you need and desire.” He gives you one rough jerk just past the band of your entrance and the momentary friction you feel in the drenched velvet just above your entrance snaps the thread of your determination. “Just like that, it is that easy. But you choose the fruitless path of torment and frustration.” There is a hypnotic lull in his words and that is enough for you to gush out a part of your impending confession. 

“It was—!” You finally confess the name of your lady friend and Robb decides that it will do for now, rest you will tell him yourself with your own free will in your sensitive and emotional post orgasm state when you will be securely tucked in his arms and against his chest. 

“There” your eyes and mouth widen at the same time and a guttural grunt crawls out of your throat when he doesn't pull his tip out this time around and instead slots himself inside you until he is hilt deep. “There is my bonnie lass” the upper half of your body goes lax and appears as though your bones have dissolved into your blood. You go to collapse face first into the hay to lay down and get fucked into oblivion but Robb's territorial paw finds a hold on the underside of your jaw and he rams you onto his cock and continues to curve your form until the crown of your head is touching his shoulder. “Tsk, such havoc just because I could not attend to you right away and requested you show some patience.” His fingers find one of your nipples and you shiver.

“S- Sorry, hubby!” You finally use for him the odd yet heartwarming endearment he loves most and that is how he knows he has you netted in.  

“Who loves you?” You shiver as you feel his girth stretch out your insides even though you were more than prepared for him. 

“Y- You—” he pulls at your nipple before giving both your breasts punishing swats. Your waist further curls outwards at the feeling. 

“Say it properly” you clench around him because of the way his baritone voice grinds against your eardrums and Robb cannot help but twitch right under your cervix. 

You do not need to be told twice. “Robb Stark!” 

He hums in satisfaction. “Who knows better?” 

Your bubbling loins tighten. “Robb Stark!” 

“Who takes care of you?” His hands roughly fumble to throw your skirts out of his way. 

“Robb Stark—!” Your answer turns into a shivering moan when his fingers find the trembling gem under the hood of your sex. 

“Who do you trust with everything?” The minute crevices on the tips of his fingers rub against the sensitive nub and your vision falters. 

“R- Robb Stark!” His hold on your jaw is the only thing that keeps it in usable shape. 

“Who will you obey when he tells you that you will no longer be friends with—” you whine when he takes the name of your dear friend but it is not a complete surprise. 

Robb greatly dislikes and condemns for you any influence he deems indecent or bad.

“R- Robb Stark!” You whimper as you move your hips along to his cock that now fucks you so fast and rough that you lose your footing with each thrust, the fingers he has on the nub of your womanhood only adding to the flutters of pleasure that narrow the knot around your hips with each snap of his hips. 

“Who do you belong to?” This time, his mouth comes to press against your ear and his coarse beard irritates your sensitive skin. His words carry a wolfish ferocity and you hear him gnash his teeth in as much clarity as your thumping ears will allow. 

“R- Robb—” your teeth begin to chatter from the intensity of your orgasm and your body flexes against his much bigger one to withstand the explosion in your abdomen. “S- S- Stark…” Your words melt into hissing whispers and you shudder and hiss when he continues to rub, fuck and fondle you even when the ecstatic feeling has subsided and your mound demands solitude. 

“That is correct” he pounces onto the stacks that you face with your smaller body underneath him like a depraved wolf having trapped in its hold a helpless little lamb. The action causes for his tip to collide against your cervix and your body thrashes defensively but it is in vain. “Do not forget that.” Robb whispers in your ear before he regains his footing and his hairy claws tuck under your thighs from the front. Your betrothed easily lifts your legs off the floor and begins his annihilation of any remaining misconduct perchance still shrouded in some unwise crevice of your little mind.

MASTERLIST 

. . .

I… can swear I thought this was like 1K at best… 

[ghostlyglimmer]

The Fun Zone Part 6

You can find more chapters here

Summary:

Danny Fenton’s part-time job at The Fun Zone—a chaotic arcade and entertainment center that’s secretly a gang front—was going great until a certain vigilante stormed in to shut the place down.

It was another night of chaos at The Fun Zone. Danny was manning the counter, the arcade humming with the usual neon glow, when the doors slammed open yet again. This time, the intruder was a gang leader Red Hood had been gunning for: "Blackjaw," a burly man with a cybernetic jaw and an arsenal strapped across his chest.

Danny sighed, not even bothering to look up. “Welcome to The Fun Zone. Do you need tokens, or are you just here to wreck my night?”

Red Hood emerged from the office with guns drawn, his helmet glinting in the fluorescent light. “Blackjaw. You’ve got some nerve showing up here.”

“Yeah, well,” Blackjaw sneered, pulling out a high-tech rifle. “I figured it was time we settled things.”

Danny groaned, rubbing his temples. “Can you guys not do this in front of the counter? I just cleaned the carpet.”

“Get behind cover, Fenton,” Jason barked.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll just stay here and watch you two macho it out.”

Blackjaw snarled, aiming his rifle. “Smart-mouthed brat. You should’ve stayed out of this.”

Everything happened in a split second. Blackjaw pulled the trigger, and Danny caught a glimpse of Jason moving to return fire. But the villain had shifted his aim. Jason was in the crosshairs—and Danny didn’t think. He stepped directly into the line of fire, the bullet catching him square in the forehead.

The arcade went deathly silent.

Danny staggered back, the impact knocking him to the ground. His coworkers screamed and scrambled for cover. Jason froze mid-aim, the sight of Danny’s limp form sending a rare flash of panic through him.

“Fenton!” Jason yelled, dropping to one knee beside him.

Blackjaw cackled. “Serves the kid right for getting in the way.”

Jason’s guns clicked, his fury palpable. But before he could pull the trigger, Danny groaned, sitting up as if he’d merely tripped. He pressed a hand to his forehead, glaring at the crimson stain on the carpet beneath him.

“Great,” Danny muttered, his tone laced with annoyance. “Now I’ve gotta clean that up, too. Bloodstains are the worst.”

Jason stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “What the hell?”

Danny waved him off, getting to his feet. “I’m fine. No thanks to you.”

Blackjaw’s laughter faltered, his expression twisting into confusion. “How are you still alive?”

Danny turned, pointing an accusing finger at Blackjaw. “You know, I was willing to let this whole ‘gunfight in the arcade’ thing slide, but now you’ve gone and made it personal. You ruined my carpet!”

Jason was still frozen in place, his mind scrambling to process what he’d just witnessed. “Fenton, you just got shot. In the head.”

Danny shrugged, brushing off his uniform. “Yeah, well, it happens.”

“It doesn’t happen,” Jason snapped. “Normal people don’t just walk that off!”

“Well, lucky for me, I’m not normal,” Danny muttered under his breath. Then, louder: “Can we focus on the guy with the gun?”

Blackjaw, clearly unnerved, aimed his rifle again. But before he could fire, Danny stepped forward, casually phasing his hand through the barrel. The rifle sparked and sputtered, the circuits frying instantly.

“What the—” Blackjaw yelped, dropping the ruined weapon.

Danny smirked. “Oops. Guess your fancy toy broke.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed behind his helmet. “What did you just do?”

Danny ignored him, grabbing an arcade token from the counter and flicking it at Blackjaw with a burst of ectoplasmic energy. The token hit the man’s cybernetic jaw with enough force to send him reeling.

Blackjaw stumbled, clutching his face. “You little freak!”

Jason, finally snapping out of his daze, moved in. With a swift series of punches and a well-placed kick, he had Blackjaw on the ground, unconscious. The villain’s men had already fled, unwilling to face Red Hood and whatever the hell Danny was.

Jason turned to Danny, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve got five seconds to start explaining, Fenton.”

Danny raised his hands in mock surrender. “Uh, let’s call it… a perk of working in Gotham?”

Jason took a step closer. “You got shot in the head. You’re still standing. And you just melted a gun barrel.”

“Did I?” Danny said, feigning innocence. “Must’ve been the adrenaline.”

Jason wasn’t buying it. “Don’t mess with me, Fenton.”

Danny sighed, glancing at the bloodstain on the carpet. “Can we maybe do this later? I’ve got a carpet to clean.”

Jason folded his arms, his stance unyielding. “You’re not off the hook.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny muttered, grabbing a mop and bucket. “Take a number, boss.”

Jason watched him for a long moment before muttering under his breath and stomping back to the office. Danny sighed in relief, mentally kicking himself for letting so much slip. He’d have to tread carefully—Red Hood wasn’t the type to let things go.

[deejadabbles]

Sev, YOU are a major and amazing part of the positive experiences on here and I hope more people find your blog and follow you so they can experience that too 🥰

And these scenarios are so 😍🥵🤭 I loved them both, Tech being a sneaky little scientist and helping Hunter "prove his theory" is so in character, I can see their conversation perfectly in my head! And gosh, idk if I could keep my cool being up on Wrecker's shoulders like that, I'd be fainting from more than the heat 😩 also loved her retort when Crosshair was being snippy, like he may be protected from sun burn but her burn 🤣🤣 I love the little glimpse into their history together and how we got to where we currently are in absence//fonder, makes me even more giddy to see what happens next (didn't think I could get more giddy but you managed it)!!

Oh my gosh!!! Congrats on the follower milestone!! It's so amazing to see your blog grow and you deserve so many more followers 💕

I think I'm gonna go with 🧐 but I'm gonna be super boring because you mentioned it in your example and now I have to know!! how did Hunter figured out that the reader's attracted to them in “Absence//Fonder” 👀👀👀

Thank you so much, Deeja!!! You continue to be a major and amazing part of my time here, and you inspire me so much! Also coming up with all kinds of wild adventures for Rex’s scalpel jockey and the 501st is *chef’s kiss*, grade A+++++, good soup, 5 stars, ask for seconds 🤩

So there were several different incidents where Hunter noticed something was definitely up. Here are 2 of those times because I don’t have an ounce of self-control:

Warnings: incredibly suggestive, thoughts about marking, thoughts about fingering, Hunter’s senses doing what they do when your body does what it does 👀, if I missed something lemme know.

The time when your datapad landed you in a cold shower:

After dinner, you, Hunter and Tech had decided to relax in the barracks instead of joining the others in the range. You sat cross legged on the table, as you so often did when Crosshair wasn’t there to stop you, while you fiddled with your holopad. You’d been trying to download a game before dinner, and it still wasn’t finished. You stopped the download, restarted, and ran through the whole process again only for it to stick in the same place.

Releasing a noise of irritation, you ran through the process again, your face scrunched in frustration. You were about to give up and fill out a requisition form for a replacement when Tech came up behind you.

“You are making an uncharacteristic amount of upset noises. What appears to be the trouble?” He asked.

“This blasted thing won’t complete my download, and it keeps giving me an error message.”

He peered over your shoulder, his chest pressed gently to your back.

“Oh, that’s an easy fix,” he said, as he reached around you. His face just barely brushed yours, and you could feel the slight twitches in his muscles, as he began tapping away on the screen.

Hunter looked up from a twirling his vibroblade to watch the pair of you. Once again, your heart was dancing in your chest, and the scent of your body wanting, needing to be touched was driving him insane.

This wasn’t even a new level of intimacy. None of them really maintained physical boundaries with you anymore, save Crosshair, and even he wasn’t as stringent about it as he used to be. The Marauder wasn’t very big, and you’d stopped being precious about space, privacy, and nudity pretty quickly.

The knife continued to move through his fingers. Twirling up, as he watched you swallow. Spinning down while you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.

Forward in time to your fingers tapping along the back of the device clutched in your hands. Backwards, as you shifted your hips. Hunter knew without a doubt that if he could slide his hand beneath the waistband of your body glove, you would be slick and ready.

The knife moved faster, practically on autopilot while Tech continued to hold you in place, working on the screen in your hands until the error message was cleared out, and the download you’d been attempting completed.

“Thanks, Tech,” you said in a soft, breathy voice.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, moving around the table to sit down and work on a project of his own.

Hunter sheathed his knife with a click, noting the way you watched Tech a moment before turning your attention to the game you’d downloaded. Your breathing pattern remained irregular, and the smell of your desire was permeating the room. He was almost relieved when you announced you were showering and practically fled the room.

After the door shut behind you, Hunter swallowed, and exhaled slowly.

“Did you do that on purpose?” He asked, sliding out of his bunk to take a seat at the table with Tech.

“I was helping you test your theory. Was I successful?” Tech replied without looking up.

“Her heart was pounding so loudly, I could barely hear what you were saying,” Hunter said.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You’re welcome.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, Tech,” Hunter said in a teasing tone.

“That was never in doubt,” Tech replied, continuing to focus on his project.

***

The time when you definitely didn’t fuck up the Marauder with your lack of piloting skills:

“You know, if you weren’t such a hot shot, we could do this less often,” you grunted out as you strained to loosen a bolt on the Marauder.

“Technically, the current repairs were necessitated by your need to be ‘hot shot’ as you so eloquently put it,” Tech replied.

You heard Echo’s muffled chuckle from somewhere to your left, and your face burned. You were glad Tech couldn’t see the look on your face from his position farther aft. You didn’t have your bucket on, so your lack of a poker face would be a true disservice to you here. In fact you didn’t have any of your armor on.

It was absolutely sweltering on the backwater planet you were stuck on for the time being, so you were stripped down to your underwear.

The boys were equally undressed, and you’d slathered them all down with skin protectants to prevent them from burning. Mostly Crosshair. He was already prickly, and the last thing you or anyone else wanted was to deal with him sunburnt and peeling.

Wrecker had you up on his shoulders, so you could reach the necessary panels, and you couldn’t believe how hot he was beneath you. Clones ran hot, but Wrecker was a damn sun.

“Wrecker, I’m gonna have to check my thighs for burns after this. How are you this hot?” You asked.

“You’re the doctor, you tell me,” He replied, chuckling.

“Fair point. Pass me the spanner wrench please,” you asked with a smile. “With any luck we’ll be done soon, and we can get out of here.”

“You could try focusing on medicine and not piloting, and we can avoid things like this in the future,” Crosshair said, placing a toothpick between his lips.

“You know, Cross, it’s amazing how you have the best eyesight in the galaxy, and you still can’t watch your mouth,” you snapped, the heat having sapped every ounce of your patience.

Crosshair looked absolutely stunned, and scoffed before disappearing into the ship. Clearly it was too hot to bother bickering with you this time.

Wrecker buried his face against one of your thighs to muffle his laughter, and a jolt shot through your core. His lips and teeth pressed against the sensitive skin, if he wanted he could bite down, mark your skin. Only the two of you would know.

Don’t go there. You chastised yourself. It was not right to think of him like that, right? Besides you were in a terrible position to get aroused. Think unsexy thoughts, you thought taking a deep breath, as you began reciting all of the bones in the human body.

Hunter had been content to focus on inventory while you all worked on repairs, but he couldn’t ignore your heartbeat pounding in his ears like a war drum. He strolled down the ramp of the ship, under the pretense of stretching his legs, easily finding you perched atop Wrecker’s shoulders.

Wrecker’s hands had a light grip on your bare thighs, and Hunter could hear the strain in your breathing. Deep inhale, shaky exhale.

His nose caught the faintest hint of your arousal, and he had to retreat back into the ship. He’d tried his best to get used to it, as it was bound to happen every now and then, but it still hit him like a rampaging rancor every time. His body reacted as quickly as yours these days. You didn’t even know what you were putting him through.

“Did Dr. Brat annoy you too?” Crosshair asked from his bunk, as Hunter made his way back to storage.

“No, she saves that just for you, Crosshair,” he said with a smirk, nearly laughing when his brother’s heart skipped a beat.

tagging: @dystopicjumpsuit @iamburdened @sunshinesdaydream @dukeoftheblackstar @rexxdjarin @wolffegirlsunite @sleepingsun501 @808tsuika @wings-and-beskar (think you’ll enjoy this too!)

[letshareapapou]

35 with wrecker and crosshair? pls?

Puppy kisses because Crosshair is a brat when he thinks he's losing ground

[eatommo]

Clone force 99 hc

Headcanons for each of the boys as I polish up a reverse harem (no clonecest I promise) one shot (here)

Hunter

A nurturing lover, he’s going to make you take every single inch of him but he’s going to tell you you’re doing such a good job and pet your hair

Likes when you beg him to touch you but can never hold out for very long

Loves when you walk past him and he can smell himself on you

Constantly leaving lovebites and bruises on your hips and ass

He’s surprisingly flexible

Exhibition is too fun for him, because he loves to feel you squirm even when he knows no one is coming and would never let you get caught

Loves to start foreplay with some over the clothes action to help with his senses

Favorite position is cowgirl because he loves your tits in his face especially when you’ve showered in their soap.

Crosshair

The ultimate tease

Whimpers when you kiss his neck

Total smart ass and will make you use your words at any chance he gets

Brat tamer and more than capable of withholding what you want as long as necessary

Cockwarming and make you sit on his lap cock nestled deep inside you while he’s cleaning his rifle just to feel you clench around him and will wait until you cry

Can be very sweet and will softly degrade you as you come apart “such a good like slut”

Most likely to put it in your ass

Echo

Eats pussy/ass like it’s a sport

May or may not have a couple of attachments for his arm just for you

Best kisser of the group

Nuzzle into his neck and whisper dirty things to him and he will fluster and whine until our let him touch you but loves it

Loves a good lap dance

Somnophilia, he just gets into his own head as has to have you

Wrecker

The name comes with its own warning

Largest all around but he knows how to use it

Has really sensitive nipples

Could cum just ffrom you playing with his balls

Loves to pin you to the wall of the marauder and let everyone else hear

Puts you on his shoulders to eat you ou

Spanks you until your ass is red

Tech

Records everything ;)

Goggles stay on

CONTROL PANEL SEX

Doggy is his favorite position because he loves watching you push further onto him

Him and crosshair have gotten into a competitive game of seeing who can make you squirt more often

Cums quick when you go down on him so prefers to grind against your pussy

Loves to watch you squirm as he plays with your nipples and watching them get tight and swollen with sensitivity

All of them

You’re going to be covered in cum, but most of it is going to be on your face

They’ll each kiss you goodnight and you take turns sleeping in their beds

The cockpit during hyperspace is pretty much a free show

They’ve arm wrestled for who gets to go first

Call you “our girl” or “pretty girl”

Speak mando’a to you (I will not apologize)

[stars-n-spice]

Brat Batch.

Ummmm silly little dumb drawing after seeing some incorrect quotes about Crosshair and brat summer.

I didn't know which background I liked better :/

If I had the time, talent, and patience I'd animate them doing the dance with Omega but alas.

Individual shots (+headcanons) under the cut :)

Echo only knows about brat summer because Crosshair and Omega explained it to him after Omega asked him to hold the phone so she could record a video of the dance.

Hunter had no idea what "brat summer" is. He still doesn't understand it after Omega and Crosshair explained it to him.

Wrecker didn't get it at first but now he's all for it - he's still learning the dance

Of course Tech already knows about it. No he won't do the dance or anything but he's aware of the concept.

Any excuse to wear a baby tee, Crosshair is going to take it. He knows the dance but he won't do it in front of anyone, no matter how much Omega begs him to. Does he know all the moves? That's classified. Also this kind of pop music is like a guilty pleasure for him.

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Title: Out Of The Woods

Pairings/Relationships: Hunter & Omega, Hunter & Crosshair

Summary:

His heart couldn't stop racing since the radio on the Marauder came to life and cracked with her voice. She’s okay. She’s free, escaped with Crosshair — Crosshair — from whatever facility they had been held in together. Hunter couldn't hear much since the signal wasn't too good but from whatever went through, he managed to piece together what he needed. “Stay with the ship, Omega. You hear me?” He says urgently into the comm while Wrecker is putting the coordinates into the system. “Do not leave the crash site! We’re coming!” ------------ My take on the possible reunion happening soon

Hi! So, this is my first ever Bad Batch fic (and like second SW fic in general) so I'm a tiny bit nervous but I had A LOT of feels after that premiere and I'm counting the days to that long awaited reunion. Hunter and Omega own my heart.

I hope you like it, people. Enjoy!

A small edit: if you're coming here to hate on Omega - especially if you're doing it to "defend" Crosshair - don't. Everyone's equal here. We're not picking favorites. I already deleted one comment shitting on Omega and calling her a "fucking brat", every other one will meet the same fate.

[sinfulsalutations]

Ayyyy congrats on the 500!! You deserve it💕 How about 20. "you seem more sensitive than usual" with Crosshair? Thank you for sharing your writing with us

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ!!! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱɴᴀʀᴋʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱ 🫣🥲

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 512

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

“Crosshair, you–fuck.”

“Something to say, pretty thing?”

You’re up against a wall. The wall just off the entrance to your apartment, in fact. Crosshair had barely given you a warning, simple regard, or even a hello, before he kissed you and pushed at your chest, caging you in between two hands and wedging one leg between yours. Perhaps you deserve this, though, for always lending him the gratification of sex whenever he so needed you carnally. Now he feels entitled to just take without giving you common decency.

“You haven’t even said hello,” You finish your thought while he softly kisses your neck, hands trailing your curves without much focus. He lingers on one spot and decides to suck, leaving what you know to be a love bite as he pulls away and runs the top of his teeth over it in an act of possession.

“Hm, I didn’t?” He says in such a faux-oblivious tone you want to slap him. “My apologies, your worship.” He pulls away for a split second and flashes you a smile, a smirk, really, something so silver-slick and smug you huff under your breath. “Hello.”

You roll your eyes, but let him go back to kissing down your neck. His hands wander again, playing with the hem of your shorts, back and forth without venturing further.

“How was your day?” Crosshair asks you. Something in you knows it’s not very genuine, but you decide to indulge in an imaginary world where Crosshair actually cares for you and your life.

“Good,” You respond, a little breathier and high-pitched than you intended. “I uh–” His hand slips past your shorts, cold fingers inching up your bare skin. You hold back a moan. “--started a new job today.”

“You seem more sensitive than usual,” He completely disregards what you’re saying and jumps to the case, snapping the band of your panties against your skin. To no surprise from either of you, your body squirms and aches to reach out of his grasp and catch your bearings, but it’s far too late for that.

“I think I’m–” You begin, but quickly stop yourself purposefully. Your mind races through your options, to tell him you’re ovulating and definitely need him way too bad right now, or play the game of a brat. You stir in the gray as he holds you in this moment. He leaves another lovebite on your collarbone, slowly rubbing his fingers through your panties, and you heave, shoulders falling and head lolling back. 

“Fuck you, Crosshair.” 

It really was meant to sound more annoyed than it did. Really.

“Hm, I thought I was doing that,” He responds as slick as you didn’t want him to be. Your body shivers pleasantly, but your mind screams. How dare you let him win.

Crosshair’s hands slip past your panties, rubbing a single finger past the folds of your pussy, and your head falls back again; you manage to contain a moan, but your body language tells him all he needs to know to make you fall apart nice and good.

@pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @followthepurrgil @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @aconstructofamind @xflashcat

[starrylothcat]

Hi hello! I heard you wanted Crosshair prompts, and #17 has Cross written allllll over it, so I’m gonna volunteer as tribute and humbly request that one 😌

Crosshair really does things to me, so thank you for this. I just had to write it on my break!

Warnings: NSFW. Crosshair being a possessive bastard and acting kind of toxic. But I love him for that. Rough-ish sex. 😈

Pairing: Crosshair x FemReader

Word Count: 420-ish (nice)

Tease

Spicy Prompts List

Prompt 17: “I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.”

You were in trouble and you knew it.

You had been teasing Crosshair all day, and it finally came to a head. Crosshair had you pinned against the wall in a supply closet tucked deep in the back of 79s, his mouth relentlessly devouring yours, barely giving you a chance to breathe.

The final straw was you talking to a reg, letting him buy you a drink. You knew this would get Crosshair to snap, and Maker did it.

His hand was already down your pants, rubbing his deft fingers between your soaking folds, swallowing every whimper and cry he pulled from your chest.

His armor dug into your body, keeping you up against the wall as each stroke on your aching core weakened your legs with every pass.

You knew you would have bruises later, but the thought of him leaving marks on your body that would last for days ignited the fire in your gut even more.

Crosshair’s other hand was holding the side of your neck, not too hard but enough to keep you in place, reminding you who you belonged to.

“Crosshair-“ you sobbed against his mouth, begging for him to just put his fingers inside you already, your cunt absolutely aching for him.

He pulled away slightly, a dangerous look on his face.

“You want something, kitten?” He growled, his fingers just barely brushing over your clit, teasing at your entrance.

You trembled against him, tugging at the short hair at the nape of his neck. “P-please…”

Crosshair chuckled darkly, his hand on your neck moving to grasp at the side of your head, his fingers gripping your hair.

“I’m not sure if you deserve it…the way you’ve been treating me all day…”

One of his long fingers nudged at your entrance, just pushing through your tight muscle, but still not enough. You let out another choked sob, bucking against him, desperate for more.

“But don’t worry, kitten…” Crosshair licked a hot stripe down your neck, still not moving his finger.

“I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.”

Your eyes widened, but before you could respond Crosshair pushed two fingers inside of you, all the way to his knuckle.

The cry you let out was pathetic, but you didn’t care.

Crosshair moved his fingers at a brutal pace, his thumb circling your clit, finally giving you what you wanted.

Crosshair bit down on your neck hard, already feeling you flutter around his fingers, your climax imminent, his hard cock straining in his blacks against his codpiece.

“No reg will ever make you feel this way, right kitten? Use your words, that mouth of yours was sure busy earlier talking to him.” Crosshair rasped as he licked the bruise that was forming on your neck. “N-no…” You gasped, barely able to even think a coherent thought as his fingers curled inside you, your vision blurring.

“That’s right, and I’m going remind you of that over and over so you won’t forget…we have a long way to go, kitten. I hope you’re ready…”

A/N: I have no excuse for this filth 🤷🏻‍♀️

Taglist: @blueink-bluesoul @pb-jellybeans @king-chaos-world @the-cantina @wolffegirlsunite @523rdrebel @dukeoftheblackstar @sleepingsun501

[stormyblue90]

Headcanons of BB Wolffe being a biter are OUT! BB CROSSHAIR being a biter and throwing the biggest temper tantrums are IN! He was the biggest brat in all of Tipoca City! Nala Se and any other caregivers probably got a binky thrown at them A LOT from BB Cross.

He only...somewhat mellowed out later in life...but is still a brat...

There is nothing that will change my mind on Crosshair being the youngest of the bad batch. Like at first I was just like oh yeah he’s the youngest, but then I read some fics and he was the youngest there and I was like that’s it he’s def the batch baby.