#crosshair thirsting

[momojedi]

i absolutely do not have a daddy kink but …

[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

this would go crazy on the holonet

[moomoog017]

art ᯓᡣ𐭩 shirtless crosshair

Guys am i barking???? Yes. Here's shirtless crosshair you horny bastards (affectionate)

[somewhere-on-kamino]

Hot days on Pabu

Coloured version of this

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

“Are you hungry or not?”

Crosshair x F!Reader One Shot

Summary:

Prison life is already unfair as it is, but when a clone guard ends up being your solitary warden you may have no choice but to do what ever he says.

WC: 4405- Read on Ao3

*this is just my general "mature rating" specifics:

Content Warning:

Smut. Coercion/Questionable consent, Uneven power dynamic, Unethical Dom Crosshair, Oral (f receiving), Orgasm denial, begging, humiliation (?... sure), Unprotected PiV and creampie, Light restraining, mind games. Rough all around.

Authors Note: I was not able to make in universe swearing work with this one, so FUCK it is. Also, I took all of One Shot Cross's ethic points and gave them to Disgrace Crosshair so now this one is just an utter menace. Hope that helps.

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Hours had passed. 

Normally, there'd be an orderly with a food tray, then the inquisitors with their scowling guard, but today…

You sprawled on the bunk and  looked at the clock in your plain cell and your stomach growled. Hours since the usual meal time. 

Are they trying to starve a confession out of me?

It wouldn't help, you weren't an insurrectionist. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Didn't stop them from locking you away. They had no intention of letting anyone suspected of treason see trial anytime soon. Stuck in holding limbo while they questioned you day after day... Till days became months. 

But not today. 

You jumped as the door swished open without the usual warning clamor of boots or the rattle of the food cart. Bolting upright you turned on your bed to face the door. 

A single clone trooper was framed in the doorway holding a tray of food casually in one hand. 

This one was odd; Overly tall, slim with narrow features and a shock of white hair. He was a familiar sight, usually standing behind the Lieutenant that was leading the questioning for the day. He was the one that snickered when you suggested your inquisitor eat his own testicles. 

The light glinted off the ominous black armor as he paced through the harsh white room and set the tray on the metal table in the middle with a sharp clatter. Then he stepped back, twirling the toothpick between his lips as he observed you,

“Well?”

“Well… what?”

“Are you hungry or not?”

You were, but you eyed the soldier suspiciously,

“Where’s everyone else? Why's it just you?”

He smirked,

“Seems they forgot about you… guess that makes you my problem,”

You weren't sure what that meant, but it looked like the best answer you'd get for now. Standing, you cautiously crossed the few feet to the table and perched on one of the attached metal seats by the tray. 

It had the usual: protein gel, fresh piece of fruit, portion of hard grain bread and water… and…a dessert. 

That's new…

You eyed the small canister of sweet custard before flicking your gaze to the soldier. 

“You… sticking around?”

“Mm”

You picked up the utensils on the tray and poked at the jelly mass that represented most of your daily calories. With only him standing there it felt… awkward. 

“If it's just you, why don't you sit?... This feels too… watched.”

It wasn't just the situation. He was watching you. Intently. You could feel his eyes boring into the top of your skull every time you looked down. You offered again,

“Sit.”

“You're in no position to be giving orders…”

…

He sat. Elbows on the table, hands folded under rested chin, eyes… focused on your face. 

You gave up trying to eat the undignified nutrient paste under such scrutiny and picked up the stone fruit instead, biting into its soft flesh to fill your mouth with tangy juice that ran down your chin. 

He watched. 

“Seriously… What are you doing here, Trooper?”

“Commander.”

“Commander trooper.”

“Crosshair.”

You glanced over the tattoo around his eye. 

Yeah, that makes sense. 

“You still haven't answered me Commander.”

“I already did. They. Forgot. You. Fallen between the cracks.”

“But you didn't?”

His cheeks tinged the most subtle shade of pink. He didn't answer. 

“So, now I'm your problem…”

“Indeed. No one will be coming to feed you, No more questions, Just you, this cell… and me,”

There was a growl to his voice that sent a shiver up your spine. You didn't want to guess at what he was implying, though you didn't need to. He stood leaning on his palms against the table top, a devilish look in his eyes. 

“Do you want to keep eating, inmate?”

You gulped, taking in his posture, his expression, his eyes boring hungrily into you. 

“You're not suggesti-”

“I am.”

“You can't be serious.”

“I am.”

You sat straight, shifting uncomfortably. There wasn't denying you had looked at the soldier before, even had the intrusive thought to ask him to stay behind once or twice… but this…

“This is an abuse of your position, soldier…”

He snatched out, fingers digging into your cheeks as he roughly turned your face up to look at him. 

“It's a risk, sneaking food down here, what's a little… mutual benefit? I bring you food, you give me whatever I want,”

He leaned in breath hot against your ear,

“You get to eat… and so do I.”

Your breath caught as an unbidden heat warmed your inner thighs… those long months of isolation making you easy to tease. This was unfair and you bit your cheek in indignation. 

“Think about it. I'll be back tomorrow… but if I stick around after that… that's up to you.”

He moved from the table, punching a code into the door and slipping out in a fluid motion leaving you to stew with what might possibly be your second to last meal. 

~~~

You sat at the edge of the bunk, leg bouncing in distress as you looked over the dirty tray from yesterday. No one had come for it. The automated lights clicked out and then back on again and no one had come to get the tray. They always came to get the tray. 

The door swished open. Crosshair, laden with food, scanning till he saw your jittery form on the bunk. 

“Hey, asshole, what's the big idea?”

They can't have really… 

But he just shrugged,

“I told you the deal,”

He placed the tray on the table, more carefully than before, and lowered himself to the bench opposite it. Elbows up, chin on folded hands… watching you. 

“Eat.”

…

“And if I do?”

His lip twitched into that mirthless smirk again,

“Then I'll take it you've come to terms with your… predicament.”

You stifled a shiver, already feeling naked under his intense gaze. 

“Wh-when… how soon… after?”

Your voice wobbled slightly and his eyebrow rose, like he wasn't expecting you to play along so easily. You flushed and turned from his staring.  

I can't believe I'm even-

“Tomorrow.”

Your heart fluttered, confusing you, and you turned back to him.

“I'll be back tomorrow… be ready for me,”

He left quickly, leaving you with your conflicted thoughts and lackluster meal.

You could swear this was… anticipation. 

Your thighs clenched against the warmth pooling through you. 

~~~

Your heart was in your throat. You could feel it, you knew that if you just opened your mouth in the mirror you would see it beating there. So you stared at your reflection with your jaw clenched, hair dripping cold rivlettles down your skin.

You looked at your last pair of clean prison scrubs and wondered what it was gonna cost to get a fresh set from your new clone warden. 

Speaking of,

The door swished open, and you looked up to catch his eyes in the open fresher mirror. He was looking bemused over your toweled, dripping visage. 

“I said be ready but I wasn't expecting you so… eager,”

You flushed, snatching the scrubs and slipping them on over the towel, dropping the damp cloth once you were properly clothed. He snickered, and you spun back to face him. Crosshair took a measured step towards you but hesitated, turning instead to gesture at the tray that had appeared on the table. 

“This… is your half,”

“I'm not exactly hungry, right this second…”

He shrugged, then rushed you. You felt the cold panels of the walls against your back as you were pinned to them. 

“My half then.”

“Wait!”

He rocked back, letting you slide out from under him to catch your breath. 

“Don't just… come at me like that,”

His hand closed on your wrist, tugging you back around.

“The food is for you, inmate. This,”

He tugged you into him squeezing your ass through the rough fabric,

“This is for me, My pleasure. Don't mistake that,”

You were tossed roughly into the bunk, the matress hitting the back of your knees to buckle them and you sat with a thump. He loomed over you, tugging off his gloves, a dangerous fire in his sharp eyes. 

“The only thing you decide is who gets theirs first,”

You trembled, looking up at the man knowing with all assuredness that he was going to take you. You knew it would be rough. You knew from every little intrusive thought you had when your eyes would meet his over some suit shoulder or another the past few months. 

…

“Take yours,”

A wicked smile broke his intensity, and he stripped off more armor. You noticed he hadn't brought a gun today… Clever. 

His outer shell dropped away, leaving him in his tight black under suit and boots. 

“On your knees,”

You made to protest but he caught your jaw, hooking his thumb between your teeth to hold you by your pallet. 

“Not your decision, On. Your. Knees. ”

You made a noise in your throat, all you could really manage. He nodded your head for you with a flick of his wrist before releasing you to position yourself, tugging you by your hair when you made to angle your ass to him; instead, he positioned you parallel to the edge. Pressure on the back of your neck and you collapsed, cheek pressed to the sheets and ass high over your knees. 

“Perfect,”

He purred. The mattress dipped as he sat behind you, firm hands brushing over the fabric guarding your rump to rest on your pelvis just before the small of your back. Fingers toyed with the hem of your useless scrubs, before slipping into them; feeling your hips, he traced them down your navel till he could feel the heat of you. You gasped as he brushed against the tender lips at the apex of your thighs. He ventured further, dipping his fingertip into the warmth of you to slide the evidence of your arousal back over the petals. 

A groan escaped him when he felt how wet you were. Dipping into your again, too shallow, but you wouldn't admit you needed more even as a small moan played across your lips. 

“Have you been wanting this?”

You didn't answer, hiding your flushed cheeks against the mattress. 

His hands withdrew and the bottoms were yanked down to your knees. 

You couldn't see him from this angle, just his legs casually sitting behind your exposed thighs… and his fingers, gripping those thighs hard. You could tell he was looking you over and you flushed even hotter. This was no good, it had been too long…

The muscles of your sex twitched in need, and you could feel slick fluid drip down your heated cunt to fall from your lips onto the sheets. You were growing more sensitive with your increased pulse alone. Not good.  

You felt him reach for your wrists, pulling your arms to fold behind your back. He held them like that one handed, and you could feel him shift closer to you, sitting on your calves to pin them, legs draping over yours and face almost even with your raised buttock. You felt his breath stir against your quim and you whimpered. 

“Remember, inmate,”

He had sensed your eagerness for what he was possitioning himself for.

“My pleasure, not yours.”

His leg wrapped around your arched back, bringing the distinct feeling of a boot sole against the back of your head. You almost turned to look but your head was pushed back down, ground under his heel. You whimpered again, unable to move with him restraining your body so efficiently with his own. 

“My pleasure.”

And then his tongue plunged into you, making you jerk and gasp as the sudden intrusion. 

He worked his tongue in and out of your cunt with slow, even drags that had you moaning weakly into the sheet. Groans rumbled through the sensitive skin whenever your walls would clench around his flexing muscle and he’d push deeper, digging his nose and teeth against you as he attempted to reach fully into your depths. 

Anytime you jerked too violently his boot would crush you down again, arms tugged tighter together to pull your hips firmer against his face. His lips moved lower, sucking your sensitive bud into his mouth with a whisper of satisfaction that made you squirm. A soft sob choked from you.

He held you tight as he flicked his tongue against your clit, making you jolt and tremble. Your legs began to shake as the mounting pressure started to build up to a crescendo…

And he pulled back, eliciting a pathetic whine from your lips. 

“You'll come when I want you to.”

Teeth sank into your ass and you cried out only for it to be muffled by his boot shoving your face into the mattress. Then he was working your cunt again, lapping at the dripping petals to make you gasp. 

Torture. 

They had sent him to torture you. 

The seemingly endless cycle of being licked to an edge just to have him stop cold, lean back and watch as you shook and squirmed for some semblance of relief… it was torture. 

You're not sure when you started to beg, but as another climax was yanked from you a choked pleading tore from your throat. 

“Please, Crosshair, let me cum!”

Boot. Mattress. Then his mouth back to your folds, lapping hard against your swollen and sensitive clit. 

You groaned lustily against the sheet without that pesky dignity from before, he wasn't gonna be able to keep you from going over for long. Every brush, every lick felt like it could be your undoing. 

You felt weak, trying to twist your wrists away from his grip but it was useless; his hand closed over them like a vice. Your body had started to shake and wouldn't stop. He pulled away again and you bucked against his hold, 

“Krriffff, Crosshair, please,”

He chuckled, drawing his tongue across the length of your slit from front to back making you sob and your pelvis to clench. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want t-to cum… please,”

He pressed his thumb to your entrance with his free hand, adding the smallest hint of pressure to make you moan. 

“Be more specific.”

“Please, I want to cum… make me cum,”

It wasn't exactly coherent, the words spilling from you,

He clicked his tongue,

“If you just want to cum you can do that yourself,”

Another jolt of pressure, his thumb pulling your lips open slightly to expose your opening more clearly. 

“What. Do. You. Want?”

You whined under his boot heel, trying to wiggle your ass to push against his thumb, desperate for any contact. 

“I want you to make me cum, Crosshair, please make me cum! Kriff, please?”

He made a contented noise that rumbled through his chest, sliding his thumb forward to spread your petals, lifting the hood over your clit… and blew. 

Your senses exploded, all your muscles going tight at once and he lunged, sucking your button roughly, nipping his teeth against the bundled nerves driving the climax deeper through your brain. You came, rigid against his firm hold, unable to even cry out as your lungs were crushed by your own spasming. Fluid ran down your legs, chased by his tongue. There were sparkles in your vision, your synapsis on fire… and then you were spent, falling limp and gasping against him. 

He kissed your ass cheek, then bit it lightly before pulling your bottoms back up and untangling himself from your numb limbs. 

Crosshair rose from the bed, stretched, then reached for his discarded armor… confusing you,

“Was that really all you wanted?”

He looked over his shoulder at you, now sprawled prone over the bed, and smirked. A triumphant look danced behind his eyes. 

“What else might I want?”

Your gaze roved over his tight muscles, barely hidden under the tight black fabric of his under clothing. Down his shoulders to his hips, the tight buttock and thighs. Your appraisal wasn't unnoticed and he turned slightly, letting you look at him more. His chest, his abs… your eyes darted down to the straining fabric at his groin and a small, needy moan escaped you as your pussy twitched. 

“Don't you want to fuck me?”

A slight smile played across his lips, dancing behind his eyes. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Stars yes…”

There was no use denying it. Now that he was here, partially stripped and hard for you there was no way you were letting him leave. 

“Fuck me, Crosshair,”

He turned fully towards you, stroking himself thoughtfully through the fabric of his pants. 

“I suppose I could fuck you, How ba~dly… do you want me to fuck you, inmate?”

“Badly… awfully, Please take me, Crosshair,”

You ground your hips into the mattress, watching him standing there, stroking himself lazily…so nonchalant…

Damn it…

“Take your close off, inmate.”

He stepped back, leaning himself against the table. 

 You obediently say up, tugging the hem of your shirt up.

“Slower.”

The command hit you in your core, and your breath came shaky as you, slowly, tugged the shirt up over your breasts, then head… and it was off. Your nipples hardened at the sudden cold air, having dressed too hastily to find under things. Next came the pants, and you hooked your thumbs into the band. 

“Stand for those.”

You stood with a wobble, legs still feeling more like jelly than flesh and bone. The waistband slipped down your hips, your thighs, then fell to the floor. 

He palmed his covered cock as he took in your nudity. 

“Be a good girl and give me a little turn,”

His fingers made a spin motion and you swallowed, waiting for a sense of indignation, an urge to stop this that never came. You obeyed. Turning slowly, letting him see your back and ass, then facing him again. 

“Very good… now get on all fours, facing me,”

You flushed, but did as he said, lowering yourself to your hands and knees to look at him from the floor. 

“Come here, like that. Crawl to me, sweetheart.”

You balked for the first time in this new routine, flushing a deep red at the humiliating command. He cocked an eyebrow,

“If you don't want to I could always leave…”

You gritted your teeth, knowing you weren't likely to deny anything he asked from this point, and crawled forward. The bare panel flooring was hard against your knees but you closed the distance, coming even with his legs casually leaning against the table. 

“Now tell me… what do you want?”

You gulped, your vision completely dominated by his visage poised over you. Relaxed, in control, slowly stroking the outline of his length to tease you more than himself. 

“I-i want you to fuck me, Crosshair,”

“You can do better than that… what exactly do you want?”

He gripped himself pointedly through his blacks and your vision blurred with need. Lips trembling, a hint of pleading back in your voice,

“I want your cock…”

“Where do you want it?”

…

“Inside me.”

Flushing, you looked away, his knee nudged your chin to meet his eyes again. 

“All together now, from the top…”

“I want you to fuck me, Crosshair, I want your… cock inside of me.”

Your eyes stayed obediently on his, his knee still pressed to your cheek. 

“You can be nicer than that,”

Exasperation forced a frustrated sigh from you, causing his eyebrows to raise again and your jaw to clench. 

“Please, fuck me, Crosshair… I want your cock inside me… please…”

As the first plea left you a shiver went down your spine, a small thrill from the submissive action. You nuzzled the knee pressed to your chin, forcing his eyes to widen for a brief second. 

“If you want it so badly, darling, why don't you just take it then?”

He slid to sit on the bench proper, legs spread wide to either side of you, crotch jutted towards your eager, lustful expression. 

“Why don't you fuck yourself on my cock?”

He smirked down, rolling his hips subtly to challenge you into action. 

Perhaps he didn't expect you to take the invitation, but as your hands lashed out to hook his waistband, the fasteners pulled open with a sharp snap… he stilled. Elbows on the table behind him, still leaned in a relaxed posture, but frozen in a temporary trance. You tugged the fly the rest of the way open and his heavy cock sprang free, bopping you lightly in the nose making you flinch involuntarily. 

This broke the spell as he failed to repress a snort of amusement. You narrowed your eyes at him and he composed himself as well as he could with that glint in his eye.

“Sorry, go on,”

You nipped at the head of his bobbing member making him hiss between his teeth. A hand roughly caught the back of your neck pulling you up off your knees and into his lap. 

“I believe I told you to fuck yourself, inmate,”

His free hand grabbed your hip, grinding your bare sex against his shaft for emphasis eliciting a needy groan from your chest. 

You decided to comply, tucking your feet over his thighs for leverage, you angled your torso up over him. He rested his arms back on the table once more as you balanced your hands on his shoulders. His length slid along your folds as you moved and you shivered, poised with him resting against your entrance. Rivulets of arousal trickled down his velvety skin to catch in the soft brush of pubic hair nested around its base. 

“Well, I'm waiting…”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath counting a heartbeat before opening them again. Meeting his eyes you couldn't help but think his features seemed softer from up here. 

Easing your thigh muscles down, you carefully pushed him into yourself, slowly… an inch, then withdrawing, dropping an inch further, making sure he was lubricated with you from base to tip. When he was fully docked inside you ground your hips into him, feeling his hard length pushing deep against your inner limit and you moaned in satisfaction. 

Finally, 

He was biting his lip, keeping his reactions to a minimum as you began to move on him. Desperate little hops with your hips to bounce yourself. He seemed to enjoy you doing all the work, eyes dropping to watch how your breasts bobbed in front of him. A sliver of his tongue darted across his lips but he didn't move, didn't react, as he watched you ride him, desperately using him to get your self off. 

You were frustrated, wanting it harder but knowing better than to ask for help. That wasn't what you were told to do. So you rolled your hips, bucking against him to find that bliss yourself. 

Leaning back, you put your hands on his knees, tightening your pelvis and putting more power into your hips. His calm veneer broke and he grabbed onto your hips, keeping you anchored on his shaft as climax started to cloud your vision. Your motions and breathing became erratic, taking his guiding force on your hips as permission to let go you ground against him with reckless abandon, hurtling yourself over the edge,

“F~u~...”

Your voice cut out with a strangled cry and he pulled you down on him, sheathing himself in you with an ecstatic groan as your muscles convulsed and clamped down on his shaft. 

He lifted you up, carrying you back to the bunk, plunking your ass against the mattress before pushing you over to lay on your stomach. 

Your arms were grabbed and held behind your back once more as he angled himself back into your warm cunt. His weight dropped onto your back and you were pressed flat under him. His hips started to pump into you, quick and sharp as he grew comfortable with your shape under him and he started to ramp up the force. 

A vulgar clapping of skin echoed through the room as he pounded into you, grunting from exertion as he took you hard. His free hand turned your head to look over your shoulder at him before dropping to grip your neck. 

“Do you like this, sweetheart?”

All he got for an answer was a series of sharp, high pitched gasps from the rapid snapping of his hips. 

“Getting wet for me like that…”

He groaned in his throat, grinding deeply into you making you sob in pleasure.

“You like the thought of being my cock slave?”

“Yes… kriffs sake yes…”

“That's right.”

Your breathing went ragged as he pushed himself up on his knees, pulling your waist with him. He moved his arms and hips in tandem to pump his full length in and out of you and you broke, orgasm driving your walls to slam around his thrusting rod until he couldn't take it any more himself. 

He pulled your shoulders up, arms sliding around your chest and hand cupping your jaw hooking fingers into your mouth. You were held against his chest as his cock twitched violently inside of you, a throb for every spurt of seed he shot into your warmth. 

He nuzzled into your neck breathless, tone softer than it had been,

“You were so good for me, darling… so good…”

You couldn't answer around his fingers, so you sucked them, sliding your tongue between them as he groaned. 

~~~

The last piece of his armor latched on with a click as you dried your hair, thinking about this new arrangement as you looked at the food still on the table… you weren't sure you could complain. Well you could but…

You glanced over at him, adjusting something at his wrist before he looked up, finding you fully dressed as well. 

…

…

“Alright… come on then,”

“What? C’mon where?”

He paced over to the door, tapping at the panel. 

“You’ve been released. The doors been unlocked for days,”

“Wha-”

As the realization hit you anger washed through your senses and with out thinking you grabbed the fruit from the tray, chucking it at his head. 

He caught it deftly and with a smirk in your direction, took a big bite out of the flesh, letting the juice run down his chin. 

[vodika-vibes]

*slides $100 in a monopoly money over*

You got any sub!crosshair and Dom!reader smut in the back?

We Could Be More pt II

Summary: Recently defected from the Empire, you and Crosshair struggle to make ends meet while you cross the galaxy looking for a safe place to call home. At least you have each other.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1766

Warnings: Smut, oral M!receiving, Dom/Sub dynamics, reader is a gentle dom, Crosshair swears when getting laid

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: *accepts the money and slides this fic across the table* So, I decided to make this request a sequel to We Could Be More, since it seems to fit. I hope you like it! So this story (which is probably going to have a third part) is basically Crosshair and Reader falling in love and finding their happy ending. Why do I keep doing this to myself with Crosshair?

“I can’t believe you managed to talk that hack into buying the tie fighter,” You say as you offer Crosshair half of the sandwich you bought from a nearby stand.

“I didn’t sell it,” Crosshair counters, taking the sandwich gratefully, “I traded it for a better ship.”

“Better how?” You ask, as you take a sip of your grape drink.

“Well it comes with a droid-”

You release a happy gasp.

“-a protocol droid.” Crosshair continues, a small grin crossing his face as you wilt, “It’s the ship's pilot. It also has a proper kitchen and a bedroom.”

“Oh thank kriff,” You mutter under your breath.

“What, you didn’t like sleeping in the chairs?”

You scrunch up your nose at him, “Not in the slightest.” You finish your  half of the sandwich, “I suppose we need to buy food now?”

“Already taken care of. That guy was way too happy to get his hands on a TIE fighter.”

“Mm, probably part of the rebellion.” You muse thoughtfully.

“Not our problem.” Crosshair warns, “We’re not getting involved.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You toss your trash into a nearby can, and fold your arms over your stomach, “So, how are we going to afford to keep this ship?”

“Bounty Hunting.”

“Cross.”

“I know, I know. But it’s what I’m good at. And at least this way I get to pick my targets.” He points out. Crosshair quickly finishes his sandwich and tosses his trash as well, “In any event, it’s time for us to get off this planet and move on.”

“Where to?”

“Salesman said Takodana. He said that we can get help there.”

“Help?”

“That’s what he said. I figure it won’t hurt to check it out.”

“Your call.” You shrug, “If you think it’s safe then it probably is.”

He smirks at you, before he kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re too trusting.”

“It’s you, Cross.” You counter with a roll of your eyes.

“Mm.” He glances at you, a sly smile on his lips, “I don’t suppose you want to spend one more night in the hotel? For a repeat of last night?”

“Maker, don’t you have an off switch?”

“Yeah, it’s located in my dick, you have to suck really hard-” You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs.

“You’re a pig.”

“You weren’t saying that last night.” He says smugly.

“I…don’t recall.”

“So my dick was so good that you have no memory of it. Sounds like you need a repeat.” Crosshair muses as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and directs you towards the port where the new ship is waiting.

“Sounds like wishful thinking on your part.”

“Ooh, I’m hurt.” His grip tightens around your shoulder.

“Cross-” You murmur, your gaze flickering to the Stormtroopers harassing a shopkeeper further down the street.

“I see them. Keep walking. They haven’t noticed us.”

“...so much for a repeat at the hotel,” You quip with a small smile as you lean against him.

“Eh, we have our own bed now.” Crosshair replies, he keeps the stormtroopers in his sights right up until you climb the ramp onto the new ship, and only then does he start to relax.

He heads into the cockpit to give directions to the droid, while you poke through the rest of the ship. The kitchen is fully stocked, and the bedroom is clean and the bed even has fresh linens on them. More surprisingly, the closet is full of clothes. Actual, properly fitting, clothes. 

“Surprise.”

You blink at him, “What’s all this?”

“The Fighter was worth a lot more than this ship. So with the extra I got all of this.”

“...how do you know what size bra I wear?”

“I spend a lot of time staring at your tits, kitten.”

You grin at him, “Honestly, it’s almost like you’re only using me for my body or something.”

“Eh, the rest of you isn’t terrible. But I really like your tits. And your ass.” Crosshair tilts his head to look at you, “That bother you?”

“Nope. I do have an amazing chest after all.”

“Alright, little miss modest,” Crosshair says, sounding deeply amused, “We’re taking off in the next fifteen.”

You hum a response as you pick through the clothes to see what he picked out for you.

“Does it all meet your approval?” He asks sarcastically.

“It does! Well done.” You pause when Crosshair inhales sharply, and you turn your speculative gaze towards him.

“Right, well…I’m going to go make sure the clanker doesn’t kark up our departure-”

You cross the room and lightly pinch the material of his shirt between two fingers, and Crosshair doesn’t pull away from you. “Cross,” Your voice is light, and he seems to curl in around you, “I want you to take this off, please.”

“...and why should I do that, kitten?” Crosshair asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your smile is small and peaceful, “Because I asked you nicely.”

He leans in slightly, “Maybe don’t ask so nice next time?”

Your eyes glitter with mirth, “Cross, take it off.”

“Why?”

“Because good soldiers follow orders,” You tease, “And you are a good soldier, aren’t you?”

Crosshair groans, “That shouldn’t be half as hot as it is.”

He steps further into the room and allows the door to slam shut behind him, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side. You smooth your hands across his chest, lightly tracing the scars and tattoos that cover his skin. “Lay down please?”

It’s a soft request. Gentle. Just like everything else about you, but you have a feeling that Crosshair will treat it as an order.

And you’re right.

Crosshair settles himself in the middle of the bed, with his head resting on the pillows. His dark gaze trails over your body, and he tucks his arms under his head. “What’s the plan, kitten?” He asks. 

“I’m going to taste you,” You reply immediately, “And then I’ll go from there.” You settle yourself on the bed next to him, and slowly unfasten his pants, giving him the chance to refuse you. 

“You gonna take any of your clothes off?” He asks, as you lower his pants enough that his half hard cock bounces free.

“Hm…maybe. If you’re good.”

Crosshair watches you with half lidded eyes, “You don’t have to be so gentle, kitten. You’re not going to break me.”

You duck your head, a small smile on your lips, “I like being gentle with you, Cross.” You drag a single finger down the side of his cock, hard now that you’re touching him. “You deserve a little gentle.” And then you wrap your hand around him fully and give him a lazy stroke. 

“Kriff-” His hips twitch at your touch.

Gently, very gently, you press your free hand against his hip, “Lie still, Cross.” He releases a second curse but stills his hips. You favor him with a warm smile, “Good boy, you follow orders so well.”

His head falls back with a low groan, and you can see the muscle flexing in his arms, “Motherkarking…-how are you so good at this?” He demands.

You just smile at him, “Would you like me to stop?”

“No I do not want you to karking stop you-” He trails off when you slowly raise your eyebrows, “I’m not going to beg you, kitten.”

“I would never ask you to,” You continue to languidly pump your hand, “I just want you to feel good.”

He releases a shaky breath, “I assume there’s more to this than just ‘lie still’.”

“You don’t get to touch me until after I’ve made you cum. That’s the only other condition.”

“At all?”

“At all.”

He flashes a cocky smirk, “Easy.”

“Well, we’ll see won’t we?”

With that said, you turn your gaze back to his leaking cock. He’s long and thick, though you’re not sure how he’d compare to other men. Honestly, you don’t much care, because he’s perfect for you. 

You lower your head and lightly lick the precum from the head of his cock. His groan sounds like music to your ears, and you decide that you want to hear as many noises as he can make. 

You wrap your lips around him and slowly start bobbing your head.

There’s no need to rush, after all. Plus, you’re still new at this. 

He’s warm and heavy in your mouth, with a taste that you’ve come to associate with Crosshair over the last couple of days. Slowly you ease more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to massage the part that you can’t quite take yet.

Above you he’s groaning, and alternating curses and praises.

You can feel the muscles of his thighs flexing under you, and you’re touched. Crosshair is so much stronger than you, the fact that he’s willingly going along with this is…incredibly empowering.

And incredibly arousing.

You pull back slightly when Crosshair groans your name, though you keep him in your mouth as you work him over with your hands. 

He groans low in the back of his throat as you push him over the edge. You make sure to swallow every drop, and you don’t pull away from him until he’s spent. 

“How was that?” you ask, a little shyly. 

Crosshair drops his arms from under his head as he starts to catch his breath, “Incredibly, incredibly hot.” He finally says. 

You smile slightly proud, “You didn’t mind?”

“If I did, it wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did, kitten.” He shifts and kicks his pants off the bed, and then turns his gaze towards you, “Come here.”

You slide up the bed so that you’re closer, and then you squeak when he quickly tugs you across his chest, his lips crashing against yours. He quickly tugs your clothes off and tosses them to the side, before immediately sliding one of his hands down to massage your ass, pulling a startled squeak from your lips.

“Kitten,” He murmurs as he breaks the kiss, “I want you to sit on my face-”

Your face flames with flustered embarrassment, and Crosshair smirks.

“And then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”

You pull away to press your flaming face against his chest.

“And after that, I’m going to show you how to be a proper Dom, Princess.” He coos in your ear, “Your way is very hot, I want to show you my way.”

You peek up at him, a small smile on your lips, “Okay.”

His smirk grows into a grin, “Good girl.”

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 26 - Overstimulation

Summary: He loves pushing your body to its limits, watching you squirm under him. 

Pairing: Crosshair x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, overstimulation, Dom/sub dynamics, oral sex, slight bondage, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking briefly, sweat, no aftercare.

A/N: Yeah...it's self indulgent Crosshair smut. That's it.

MASTERLIST

You tug at your restraints but they offer no give. You’re not quite sure where the rope came from, though you don’t doubt he could track some down if he really wanted to. Your wrists are secured together over your head, tight enough to remind you, you are completely at his mercy, but not so tight it’ll do any damage. 

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders, his body crammed into the small bunk. It’s hardly comfortable for either of you, but you’ll make do. His face is buried in your pussy, mouth closed around your clit as he sucks and licks at the sensitive bud. Your thighs are squeezing around his head, his hands supporting your hips as you grind against his face. 

“Kriff!” You breathe, back arching as he pushes you closer and closer to your peak. “Crosshair!”

He smirks up at you, locking eyes with you as he swirls his tongue around your clit, face shining with your juices. One of his hands moves to your lower back, holding you up as the other slips between your legs, two long fingers pressing into you. You moan at the intrusion, his fingers reaching deep inside you. 

You let out a high pitched cry as you cum around his fingers, thrown into your orgasm by the pressure against that spot inside you. Crosshair continues to suck and lick at your clit, his fingers thrusting against that spot inside you over and over as he works you through your orgasm.

You’re squirming on his fingers, the pleasure of your orgasm passing but he doesn’t let up. “Crosshair...” You breathe, watching him as he suckles at your clit. The sensation is bordering on pain, your thighs shaking around his head as he continues thrusting his fingers against that spot deep inside you. “Crosshair, wait...I can’t-” 

“You can.” He says, pulling away from your clit. “You can and you will.” 

You shake your head, your body trembling uncontrollably as he doesn’t relent. “I can’t! I can’t!” 

Sweat has started to break out across your skin as he wraps his lips around your clit again, the sensation almost burning as he pushes you into overstimulation. It’s too much, the feelings overwhelming. You desperately need him to back off, but he won’t, relentlessly continuing to pleasure you. 

“Oh kriff, oh kriff, oh kriff!” You breathe, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as another orgasm washes over you suddenly, your entire body writhing and twisting on the bed as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. This orgasm is more intense than the first, the feeling almost igniting a fire in your veins. 

You’re panting and dripping sweat when he finally pulls away, seemingly satisfied by your sudden second orgasm. His face is shining with your juices, his eyes glued to your throbbing pussy. He brings his fingers to your lips, your mouth opening to take them into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around them, cleaning your juices off of them. You hold his gaze as he slowly draws his fingers from your lips, spreading your own saliva across your chin as he drags his fingers down your throat. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you.” He warns, settling his hand on your chest, fingers splayed across your collar bones, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “We’ve still got plenty of time before the others get back.”

Your heart thumps in your chest, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. He pulls his pants down far enough to free his cock, hard and leaking already. He slots himself between your thighs, dragging his cock through your folds. You jump as it passes over your sensitive clit, hands pulling at your restraints but still they don’t give any. 

You let out a quiet sound as he sinks into you, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. He doesn't squeeze, but it’s a heavy reminder of the kind of trust you’re putting in him. He could kill you so easily like this and you’d be completely helpless. 

What a way to go if he did. 

He snaps his hips into yours, forcing himself the rest of the way in. You yelp, shocked by the sudden intrusion. Your legs wrap around his slim hips, pulling him tight against you. His hand presses on the pillow next to your head, his eyes narrowed as he stares down at you. You’ve rarely been blessed with any look in his eyes besides the typical glaring disdain, or occasionally utter boredom. 

You never take it personally. He looks at everyone like that. Not even you are an exception to his harsh glances and biting words. 

He draws his hips back before snapping them against yours. Your body jerks on the bed from the force of his thrust, the scratchy sheets harsh on your skin as he sets a brutal pace, moving you up the bed with his hard thrusts. Your hands flatten against the headboard, arms tensing to try and keep yourself from smacking your head against the headboard or hurting yourself. You push back against his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the empty barracks. His hand tightens just slightly around your throat, still not cutting off your hair but just enough to have your head reeling. 

“Kriff, Crosshair!” You cry, tightening your legs around him as he pulls another orgasm from your body, his pace not slowing at all, even as your pussy clamps tightly around him. 

He fucks you through your orgasm, shifting his hips until he’s hitting that spot deep inside you once more. You’re already sensitive, your body burning from your orgasm. Sweat is beading on his forehead as he snaps his hips into yours, his lips parted as quiet, breathy groans slip out. 

“Cross-” You gasp, body starting to shake again. “Cross, please!” 

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as he continues glaring down at you, not slowing his pace at all. You’re starting to go numb, body shaking uncontrollably. 

“Take it.” He growls, snapping his hips against yours so hard it has to be uncomfortable for him too. “You can take it.” 

You curse, writhing under him as he overstimulates you again, the sensation almost painful as he rams his cock against that spot deep inside you. You can’t get away, and he won’t relent, his hand slipping from your throat to grip the pillow on the other side of your head. 

“Cum for me.” He grunts, sweat dripping off his brow and onto your skin. “Kriffing cum for me again.” 

His hand leaves the pillow, slipping between your bodies. He circles your sensitive clit with the rough pads of his fingers, your legs clamping tightly around his hips. You cum again with a scream, soaking him as intense pleasure burns through you. You’re shaking uncontrollably as he grunts, thrusting into you a couple more times before he cums too, emptying himself into you with a groan. 

He folds his body over yours so he can reach up and undo the restraints around your wrists, and you can’t help but sigh as you move your aching arms again. You wrap them around his shoulders, pulling him down against you. 

He allows the moment of tenderness, of rare intimacy as your sweat slicked bodies and heaving chests rest against each other. You slide a hand up his back, cupping the back of his shaved head as he lets out a long breath against your shoulder.

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[mythical-illustrator]

Posting this as its own thing because I absolutely misread @freesia-writes prompt for Howzer.

So that's my bad.

Art master list

But I'm also kind of proud of how these came out especially echo, and it was my first time drawing Howzer and Fives.

I gave him a smolder because it felt like he deserves that.

Crosshairs sheepish expression is fake don't believe him 😆

[skellymom]

"STASIS"

The BAD BATCH WRECKER x FEM READER FIC

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

Word Count: 1.8K

Background: A Jedi finds refuge on Pabu...and more! Love story with angst. For those wanting the love story read just the story until the end, then go no further. Those who wish to stay for the adult humor EPILOGUE, keep reading!

The Jedi faces themself and their fears in the deep instead of a cave.

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence. Swearing/potty humor in the EPILOGUE only!

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers , Wrecker Pinterest credit: Bad Batch)

Suspended comfortably like a womb and slowly riding the currents, I stilled my mind.  The ocean’s cool embrace allowed me to float effortlessly in its depths.  

All around gradients of aqua, azure, and lapis blue fading into one another. 

The rays of the sun playing upon ripples of the surface above. 

Deep dark blackness down under. 

As above, so below... 

Holding my breath for so long was second nature.  Had been since I was young.  Reaching a suspended stasis where a fresh breath of oxygen would only be needed once an hour. 

When my body signals the need to breathe, I can let go of the Force and slowly drift up to the surface, stopping just short of it.  With precise muscle control only allowing my nose to rise just above the water line... 

...exhale fully, inhale...filling my lungs to capacity... 

Then drift down again into the depths of the ocean.   

I don't even need to open my eyes or actively swim to accomplish this. 

I had arrived on Pabu that afternoon.  Getting intel from many different outlets to find a safe haven.  Seemed like FOREVER before I was able to get the coordinates.  And sworn to secrecy upon my very life. 

The island's Mayor, Shep Hazard, was kind and welcoming.  He offered to introduce me to the inhabitants of Pabu.  I politely declined for now.  He nodded with a knowing look. 

Before I could face ANYONE else... 

I had to face MYSELF. 

From there I walked with purpose to the soft sandy beach of this island paradise and sat upon its shores attempting to meditate.  It's beauty a wonderful home, the people upon it frolicking, working, LIVING instead of merely SURVIVING. 

A testament to what COULD BE in the universe.  A wonderful sight to behold. 

Unfortunately...too much of a distraction for now. 

So, I got up and moved to a more secluded area.  The walk slow, deliberate: a pre-meditative process before going into Force Stasis. 

Noting the soft, grainy texture of the sand beneath my feet and between my toes.  The island breeze caressing my body, causing the hooded robe to dance in the breeze.  The sounds of sea birds, crashing waves...smell of the surf, sand, breeze, warmth of my own skin in the sun... 

...the sun... 

The sun slowly lowering down to touch the horizon.  The earth and sea caressing each other with each successive wave.   The wind quietly sings as it brushes over and through the landscape. 

Soon, the moon will rise...and she will advance towards the sun in transit. 

Two lovers who continually pass each other and will for an eternity, never able to touch. 

Such a metaphor of a Jedi’s yearning for love...and physical bonding. 

I’m struggling to hold my composure... 

He was a clone. 

Even though it wasn’t his mutation, he could perceive my feelings for him.  Of course, I could easily pick up his. 

It was as natural as breathing. 

Spending so much time together: planetside, in war, the barracks, during idle downtime. 

One day he came to me, taking my hand into his...asking if our lives could be intertwined... forever.  

Holding back the intensity of emotion was extremely difficult.  I DESIRED this more than anything in the galaxy but had to keep it close to my heart.  Tamp it down.  Not allow it to run away with my feelings, or become too much of an attachment 

He openly wept when I explained that the Jedi Council would NEVER allow such things...and that he was property of the Republic. 

We both had NO control of each other’s destiny. 

I could FEEL his heart breaking.  But even after my gentle rebuke, he still carried a warm and intimate devotion for me.  My fleeting glances and body language telling him I felt the same way.   

Both of us YEARNING for something more.  Something freer than what our respective societal roles would allow.   I fondly remember his kind eyes, jovial laugh, gentle ways despite having the strength of twenty men. 

But THAT is ancient history.  Kamino City lies on the bottom of another ocean and The Jedi Order is dead... 

And the clones??? 

Their minds were taken by SOMETHING insidious and beyond their control.  All of them killers, missing, and forgotten by history. 

I BARELY escaped with my life. 

And now, I have found a safe place with that one similarity to home that I crave... 

The ocean. 

Tears leaked out of my eyes, mixing with the salty water of the sea, eliminating their very presence. 

A large school of rays swam past sensing melancholy, fluttered and swam around my body.  Caressing my skin, attempting to pull me away from my grief. 

I reached out with the Force thanking them for their care...as they glided away in the deep blue. 

It had taken me a while to find the right spot on the beach. 

To move onto the next chapter of my life, I carefully disrobed, folding my clothes neatly, placing them on top my boots, then relinquishing my light saber... 

...slowly stepping onto the surf, swimming out, and sinking into the depths of the planet's womb. 

The waters eventually darkened to black.  The only visibility from the full moon filtering her dim light through the depths upon my floating body. 

Something large circled me.  Far out, but slowly coming closer. Sizing me up with its hunger. 

I continued to float quietly, taking note of its lazy, deliberate orbit. 

Reaching out I registered its emotionless presence, driven to exist and feed.  I attempted to speak with it through the Force, but its brain was almost mechanical and not registering my thoughts. 

There was NO fear in my heart.  This was not evil, just nature. 

If indeed the Force meant for me to meet my end here on Pabu, how could I fight it? 

Everything lives.  Everything dies.  The Wheel of Life continues.   

My light saber resting upon the shore, out of reach.  If I thrashed about to swim, surely it would advance faster. 

I calmly waited to meet my fate. 

Eventually the presence circled closer.  I catch fleeting glimpses of pale scarred skin. 

It’s HUGE. 

With another pass the shark’s snout comes into view: Large jagged teeth poke out of its mouth, and a black impassive eye stares back into mine... 

...where I can see my reflection. 

It glides past gracefully and before swimming away... 

...bumps me... 

It’s jagged skin opening mine... 

A small stream of blood wafts away in the current. 

I refuse to struggle, keeping still, silent. 

The shark keeps swimming, then pauses a millisecond... 

Swiftly it turns and slams into me with brute force.  Knocking out my literal breath.  Swallowing water and reaching out intuitively I find its snout.  Trying in VAIN to reach out with the Force... 

But...I’m drowning... 

Large jaws thrash.  I can feel the concussive force of them closing even in the water. 

It’s pushing me back attempting to catch my arms, legs, body... 

I hold fast pushing against its snout. 

Those black empty eyes staring into my SOUL... 

Until one of them explodes into a mess of blood and tissue.  Two more shots hit it in the face.  Something breaks the surface of the water, bubbles trailing behind it, jackknifing towards the shark. 

The shark retreats, slamming me HARD with its tail. 

As my vision and consciousness starts to wane, a second something...someone...breaches the surface of the water...coming right for me.  I black out before I can tell who... 

The next thing I register is vomiting seawater on someone’s hand as they pull me up while gripping the front of my tank top. 

My sinuses, throat, and lungs burn from the seawater.  I'm coughing and struggling for breath...then look up. 

“CT...”  I cough again “TECH???  Is... that YOU???” 

“Of course.  Who else would I BE?” He’s wet, in swim trunks, wiping my vomit off his hand with a towel...then pulls at the bottom of his goggles to empty any water. 

Crosshair stands behind him, smug expression, holding his rifle. “Picked a GREAT time to go swimming.” 

“YOU’RE a sight for sore eyes!” Echo smiles and waves with his scomp. 

I cough and spit some more.  Sitting in a boat... 

“HOW...when...I have SO many questions...Where’s Wrecker???” 

The boys grin. 

Then I hear him.  His BIG voice booming across the water, excited as a puppy.  Barely able to contain himself...approaching in another boat...thirty feet away. 

I’ve held back for too long. Jedi Code BE DAMNED! 

Exhilaration, freedom, ALL the emotions launched me up from that boat and into the darkness... 

Force Jumping into the arms of the man I LOVE!!! 

He caught me.  He KNEW where I’d be.  No faltering in his desire to be there...to catch me.

I’m holding onto him with all my strength, kissing that beautiful bald head, down his cheeks... 

He gently grabs my face with his powerful hands, bringing it around to kiss him deeply... 

Somewhere in the back of my senses I hear Tech... 

“Careful, she just vomited...er...ugh...” 

Crosshair...laughing?  Maker, he sounds like a defective GOOSE! 

Wrecker’s lips pull away from mine.  We stare into each other’s eyes. 

“You’re REALLY here.”  He still can’t believe it. 

“Yes...and I’m staying...if you’ll have me.” 

“Forever?”

“Forever.” 

“I’ll TAKE IT!” 

EPILOGUE

Tech, Echo, and Crosshair watch as the second boat speeds away towards shore.  Shep smiling proudly as he mans the engine. 

Wrecker and his Jedi love with their arms intertwined, laughing... 

...the happiest they had ever seen their brother.  The Batch watch them go. 

“Where’s Hunter?” Crosshair inserts a toothpick into his mouth. 

Tech and Echo stare at each other alarmingly...he NEVER came up to the surface... 

Echo grabs a flashlight from his hip and shines it over the edge of the boat. 

A HUGE sharp toothed head emerges from the deep RIGHT IN ECHO’S FACE! 

“OHHHHSHHHIIIIIIIIIT!!!”  Echo jumped up and fell backwards onto the floor of the boat. 

The brothers hear a smoky laugh...somewhere out there... in the darkness. 

“KARKSDAMMIT, HUNTER!  Pissed myself!!!” Echo yells. 

“Confirmed.  Pissed himself.  Can SMELL it.”  Hunter remarks as he pushed up out of the water and flopped into the boat...wet hair and all.  He had tied the dead shark to their boat to take to land for butchering purposes. 

“Well SOMEONE had to get themselves into trouble several hours into one credit beer night!”  Echo grumped. 

“Could have just whipped it out and pissed over the side of the boat.” Crosshair smirked. 

“I’ll remember to do that NEXT TIME we're speeding along and I’m in FRONT of you.” 

Tech gazed at Echo and Crosshair like he didn’t recognize them.  “That...is disgusting.” 

Hunter chuckled, pulled up the seat storage compartment to take out an extra pair of swim shorts, tossing them to Echo. 

Echo sighed. “Thanks, vod.” 

Crosshair settled into the navigator's seat, waiting for Echo to change... 

...then FLOORED the engine before Echo could pull up the clean pair of swim trunks around his ankles. 

A VERY surprised bare-assed Echo grabbed ahold of Tech for balance as both collapsed into the boat! 

Hunter toppled off the back and rode the dead shark all the way to the docks! 

Crosshair honked as he laughed his ass off... 

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[cloned-eyes]

No thots- i mean thoughts

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[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

you ever think about how hard it was for echo to go back to kamino, knowing it was where fives started his journey to reveal order 66? Knowing his vod was right all along? Knowing that the kaminoans condemned him and tup and possibly many others to an untimely death to ruin the very ideal that they were made to protect? As he watched the facility collapse around them, do you think he was remembering his life with domino squad? How he and fives and 99 protected the cadets? How this was the place that came to ruin them both? That, for such a place of lies and flawed ideals, this place told them the truth about who they were?

I wonder when he goes back to Rex, he does it knowing that what fives did made sure that they could live free. I wonder if he chooses to be a “reg” to acknowledge his sacrifice?

do you ever think about echo?

[moomoog017]

fics ᯓᡣ𐭩 the rolling of the ball ꔛ✿

The Bad Batch x Maid! FEM Reader

Synopsis: As you enter the ball with the Bad Batch, all the brothers show you affection in their own ways.

Genre: Fluff, a bit suggestive

Word Count: 3,117 (omg)

Warnings: fluff, suggestive flirting, creepy dude (he doesn't do anything)

A/N: This is literally gonna be a whole series of oneshots I LOVE THIS IDEA. It's finally here in all of it's glory enjoy!

・・・

No. 0.5: Of 'The Brothers'

The Brothers - Royal Bad Batch x Maid FEM!Reader || Fluff, spicy

(Story Masterlist)

Stepping inside, the bustling noise of various guests laughing and conversing made your eyes widened. This was definitely out of your realm but you took a deep breath, the next thing that hit your senses was the strong smell of perfumes; some were fruity, some were earthy but they all smelled bad to you…Everyone else had stepped forward but you were left slightly further back. Hunter looked behind him and the look of empathy graced his tanned skin.

The two of you met eyes and a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Hey, how are you feeling?” Your face became a mix of uncertainty and Hunter understood. He stepped back to you and gently put his calloused hand on your arm, “I get it; don’t hesitate to ask me if you wanna head outside for some fresh air alright?” His voice filled you with warmth and care, and you nodded. “Thank you Hunter,” he nodded back and released your arm, you then stepped forward with the man. He turned to you and Omega, “alright off you two go, I need to discuss business.”

You then looked down at Omega and she wiggled her eyebrows at you. “Don’t even,” you warned snickering. She laughed, “Let's find the hors d'oeuvres table.” She had a mischievous grin on her face as she took your hand, “you know me so well Omega.” You two hurried to the table covered in rich silk littered with various foods both sweet and salty.

Unsurprisingly Wrecker was already there, piling food into his mouth. Echo stood beside him with a disgusted face as he watched the horror in front of him. Omega chuckled and smelled the food, “oh this looks delicious!” You had also come up further inspecting the food. Wrecker then looked to you, “yeah it’s ok but Y/n could do so much better.” You smiled at the large man as he smirked at you. “Thanks Wrecker,” you spoke with sincerity. He responded, “no problem sweetheart.”

Your temperature rose hearing his words, in an attempt to hide your embarrassment you took a small hors d'oeuvre in your mouth. Echo and Omega were talking, Echo probably lecturing her on proper eating etiquette since she was still quite new to all of this.

Wrecker looked over to you once more, taking a few steps closer. “So which one’s your favorite?” You took a napkin dapping it onto your soft lips, “this one is super good.” Wrecker smiled slightly leaning against the wooden table. “Oh yeah?” He had a glimmer in his eye and you raised your eyebrows. Wrecker reached over taking the food you gestured to and brought it up to your mouth. “Open wide sweetheart,” he was now pretty close to you and you could feel him disturbing the fabric of your poofy dress.

Your eyes widened and you hesitantly leaned in closer to take the food gently from his rough but tender fingers. Closing your eyes momentarily as the hors d'oeuvre pressed against your tongue and the feeling of Wreckers fingers brushed the bottom of your lip almost sensually. As you chewed you turned your head embarrassed trying to enjoy the food but your ears became warm as Wrecker looked at you through half-lidded lashes. “Does that taste good sweetheart?” His words teasing you, as you swallowed you nodded slowly. “Yes Wrecker even better than the first time,” you attempted to tease back.

Wrecker still stood close to you and you had to move away before you started to fidget the fabric of your dress. In an awkward chuckle you brushed a piece of loose hair from your temple. “Good,” Wrecker said, pleased now, eating his own hors d'oeuvre. It looked like he was going to speak again but was interrupted by the sudden music that echoed throughout the hall. Omega and Echo were also curious as to where the noise came from and the piano began to play.

It was soft and calm as the keys were lightly pressed. Echo then got an idea, he walked up to you offering his hand to you. “Hey Omega let’s hit the floor!” Wrecker spoke offering his hand to Omega, she took it and off they went. Echo looked back to you, “and what do you say mesh’la?” Echo titled his head, hand still outstretched to you.

“Echo, I've never danced before…” You said rubbing your arm. He gently took your hand, “just follow my lead, you’ll be safe with me.” How could you resist Echo when he’d asked so nicely. “Fine…” With your consent, Echo ushered you to the dance floor and found a less crowded spot. He placed his scomp on your waist and took your hand in his. “Don't worry this is a slow dance,” his voice filled with care, making sure you were comfortable.

You nodded and put your hand on his shoulder. “We’ll take it slow,” the music began to pick up as it finished the overture. The violin and piano played beautifully and it calmed you, your shoulders and body began to relax as you looked into Echo’s delicately faded brown eyes. Your bodies were pressed tenderly together, the warm heat radiating off of Echo’s body. You began to fidget with the seam of his suit. In synchronicity to the music Echo led you with care as the two of you danced across the floor.

He was patient and calm as he held you lovingly. It was like you two were the only ones getting lost in the dance together so close to one another. You stumbled over his feet sometimes but he made sure you never fell. “You are good at this sarad,” Echo chuckled quietly, his grip on you grew ever so tighter. “I’ve almost fallen multiple times…” Slightly embarrassed you turned your head away from the pale man. He then removed his scomp from your waist bringing your chin back to face him. Your face a deep blush as you looked at him dreamily. “But I never let you fall did I?” His words were low and sweet. You shook your head stubbornly, “only because of you.”

Echo chuckled and he dipped you down slowly, looking at you his eyes were passionate, then he brought you back to his chest. “Oh hush,” he said as the music continued to play. The two of you danced until the music came to a rallentando. Your cheeks were flushed and Echo bowed; in return you curtsy. “You were beautiful,” the words came to Echo so naturally. You were in a state of calm but also panic as everyone began to crowd back to the floor. You excused yourself from Echo and he nodded, letting his hand linger on yours.

You looked for Hunter wanting to take him up on his offer as you grew more anxious. Making your way through the dense crowd you saw him sitting down with other military members. You hesitantly walked up to the table doing a curtsy to the others. You bent down to Hunter’s ear as you spoke. “Can we visit the gardens?” Your voice was slightly panicked and with a sense of urgency.

Hunter nodded and stood to his full height. “Excuse me gentleman,” his voice deep and commanding, he took your hand and led you outside. An immediate breath of fresh air filled your senses as you inhaled. Hunter released your hand, “apologizes.” You shook your head, “no, thank you for keeping your promise.” A playful scoff came from the long haired man, “I always keep my promises, especially when it comes to you.”

A small chuckle of gratitude left your lips, “thank you Hunter.” He looked at you with his loving hazelnut eyes. You two began to saunter through the small garden. It was turning night and crickets could be heard chirping. Hunter broke the silence, “you know balls aren't my favorite either.” Your eyes met his curiosity, “really? It seems they come naturally to you.” Hunter snickered, “I've been doing it for a long time, those guys wear me out.”

He sat down on a stone bench and you followed. “Is it because of your enhanced senses?” He nodded, “and they’re okay but not my favorite people.” Feeling a little closer and more confident you leaned in slightly, “and who are?” He leaned in a little as well, “my brothers, Omega, you…” You knew the brothers all saw you more than just a maid but it was still nice to hear. You only smiled and Hunter spoke once more, “feeling better?” You nodded. There were few people in the garden; the two of you were surrounded by flowers and herbs. Hunter shifted his weight down reaching for a flower.

“For you,” he held the flower out to you and you took it. “Thank you but don't tell the host,” you both chuckled. “Just don't tell them, here,” he held his hand out for the flower and you gave it back to him. He then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he placed the flower snug between your ear and your hair. “There,” content with himself. You could feel his hot breath almost against your neck when he placed the flower. “Looks good on you,” he smiled and you leaned away, afraid you might capture his lips. “Thank you,” you stuttered looking up at the sky.

Watching, people made their way from the garden and back inside. You both stood, “dinner perhaps?” You inquired. Hunter responded looking at the group migrating, “probably my dear.” Before you could react, Hunter had taken your hand and the two of you walked back inside. Hunter stopped you clearing his throat looking at the flower. Getting the message you took the flower from your hair and tucked it into your dress. Hunter released your hand as you two made it to the dining room. You then found a seat between Tech and Crosshair. Omega and Hunter sat beside each other and Wrecker and Echo sat beside those two.

Preparing yourself to eat you placed your napkin on your lap. Tech looked over to you, “glad you decided to sit with us.” He gestured to him and Crosshair. “Well of course,” you nodded your head grateful. Crosshair looked you up and down before remarking, “you have quite the manners little maiden.” Your head shot in his direction and he had a smirk on his face. “Come now Crosshair,” Tech responded for you as the food was brought in front of all of you. Laughter and conversation rang throughout the dinner table as all sorts of guests interacted with one another. “Tech, could you pass the salt-” Tech had already placed the salt in front of you, “certainly angel.” You and Crosshair looked in slight amusement at Tech’s attentiveness. “Thank you,” now having a grin on your face.

Crosshair was quietly eating his meal, seeming to enjoy it. Tech gave you anything you needed whether it was salt, pepper, another napkin, utensils, it didn’t matter because Tech was ready for anything you needed. You found it sweet how proper and kind he was. “Can I tell you about the new research book I’m writing?”

You perked up at Tech’s words and excitement ran through you. “Of course I do Tech,” turning your body slightly to face him, he continued. “Well after many observations of different inventions, I’ve come to a conclusion-” Tech went into complete detail about the book and you were fascinated. You were one of the few people who listened to him for hours asking questions and being intrigued. “So the device you’re working on? What stage is it in right now?”

His ears perked up and he pressed his glasses further up his nose. “Oh well you see, I’ve been drafting it on paper but I am certain I can move onto the actual construction,” he pointed his finger. He paused for a moment, “but I was thinking perhaps you could help me build it angel, no one is quite as willing as you are.” His words made you feel special and you replied, “I would love that Tech.” There was a glimmer of happiness within him, although he never really spoke his emotions; if you knew how to read him it was easy.

“Really?” He sounded shocked. “Really.” That same glimmer became even brighter as he excitedly took your hands. Luckily you weren’t holding a utensil. “Oh we could make so many things together and I could teach you so many things my angel.” Your heart nearly melted as you smiled sweetly at him. “I would love everything about that!”

You couldn’t help yourself become a little giddy as well. As he held your hands tenderly, he noticed removing his hands from yours. “Sorry, I got a little-” You shushed him quietly, “it’s okay I didn’t mind.” A deep flush of red crept up his cheeks and you chuckled softly. You finished eating and wiped your hands and face with the napkin in your lap.

Tech looked over to observe you, “may I?” You nodded a little hesitant but he held his napkin bringing it to the corners of your mouth. The feeling was nice and calm as he removed a spot you had missed, you uttered a small thank you and he nodded. Everyone else was pretty much done eating but then a large burly man sat down rather sloppily and next to Crosshair. All the guests looked over at the man with worry and slight disgust in their eyes. The Batch watched closely as the man practically threw the food on his plate. Wow the manners of this guy…

Everyone continued on now slightly a little more uncomfortable. But the Batch had their eyes locked to him like an eagle. Crosshair was clearly displeased, snarling at the sloppy man as he got food everywhere. We all watched Crosshair tense as the man spoke obnoxiously, “great party!” Crosshair attempted to ignore him until a firm grasp came unwelcomely to his shoulder. Uh oh…the Batch all thought. Even Omega held her breath momentarily.

“You’re drunk,” Crosshair spat at the man. He only laughed loudly, “no I’m having a great time!” Before Crosshair could respond he turned his head to you, voice loud. “Wow would you look at this pretty thing?!” You winced at his tone of voice, looking cautiously. Crosshair felt his patience thinning at every word. The drunk man looked around at the rest of the brothers smirking and met eyes with you. “Ha I see what’s happening now!” Crosshair's voice was low and warning, “watch it.”

The man ignored Crosshair, “what you all take turns with the little maiden?” Your eyes widened in horror as the brothers were about to speak but Crosshair’s tongue was quicker. “Don’t talk to her like that, you slob,” The man finally turned back, he was about as tall as Crosshair. “What did you just say to me?” Crosshair repeated the phrase but with a slight growl. The man stood now and Crosshair remained sitting unafraid. “I suggest you leave before I make you,” Crosshair scoffed. “I think it would be the other way around you slob.”

The rest of the brothers sent ‘don’t do it’ look at their brother but Crosshair didn’t care. The man tried to throw a punch at him but Crosshair stood, capturing his arm. “You’re weak too,” Crosshair snarled. All the other guests were silent as they watched the throwdown. Before things got bloody, the rest of the brothers held the man and Crosshair away from each other. “I’m good, get off of me,” he pushed Tech off of him as he stuck his hands in his pant pockets before walking away. The other man was fuming with rage as the others tried to calm him. You held up your dress as you hurried after Crosshair.

He stood in a more secluded room with lighting only coming from the moonlight through the large glass windows. You made your way into the room releasing your dress from your hands. Crosshair looked over to see your silhouette. “Hey you,” you said lightheartedly. Crosshair looked away with a toothpick in his mouth. You slowly approached him, your heels tapping softly on the wooden floor. You stood beside him, “thanks for that.”

His eyes finally met yours, his eyes softened seeing the moonlight caressing your soft features. Feeling his face flush he turned his face away, “yeah whatever.” You touched his arm, “I mean it.” He looked down at you, “only I get to call you little maiden.” He had the faintest smirk as he shifted his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.

You chuckled gingerly, “let’s keep it that way, huh?” Crosshair’s eyebrow cocked to you, “glad you agree doll.” His words always sent shivers up your spine but being alone in the moonlight with him stirred something within you. Finally Crosshair fully turned to you, he moved closer now enclosing you to the wall behind you. You gazed up to him, his expression was hard to read but his actions were impossible to misunderstand.

“You know as soon as that slob started talking about you…I almost lost myself, I wanted to do a lot more than grab his arm,” his eyes darkened but still held that softness he always had for you. “I know Crosshair,” hearing his name come from your soft lips encouraged him more. He moved a little closer now, his body on yours, his movement was delicate but his eyes were alluring. You couldn’t stop yourself, you raised a hand to his cheek. His stubble is rough against your hand. Crosshair slightly leaned into your touch as he closed his eyes momentarily. “There’s something about you my little maiden,” your stomach began to twist as his words tempted your ears.

You released your hand from Crosshair’s face and he removed himself from looming in front of you. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you. It calmed Crosshair knowing you were beside him and even thanked him for causing a little ruckus. It made him grin, you looked over noticing and the reflection of the moonlight on his angular face. “What are you grinning about?” He dipped his head to you still looking out to the moon. “You, little maiden.”

After the day had ended and the ball was over you lay in your bed thinking about all the brothers and how sweet they were. You couldn’t get them off your mind, you may be the maid and the military men but that only made you want them more…with sweet dreams you fell asleep with the fuzzy feeling of warmth in your chest. Wondering what the days beyond would bring.

[starrylothcat]

Crosshair with any of the following spicy prompts: 8, 13, 15, 17, or 20. It's up to you! Or Crosshair with any of the spicy prompt of your choice

Hello dear, dear anon. I feel blessed with all these options! Now I turn this blessing into SIN!

I chose…#20 “I love seeing all these markings on you.”

Marked

Summary: Crosshair loves marking you up with his mouth.

Pairing: Crosshair x GN Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Hickey/biting kink? We all know he has an oral fixation. Use of kitten as petname, reader not described.

Spicy Prompts List

You wiggled under Crosshair’s grasp, his one hand pinning both your wrists above your head as his other hand rolled and twisted your nipple under his long, skilled fingers. You gasped at the sensation and felt Crosshair smirk against your neck. He was licking and nipping right under your ear, rutting his rigid cock against your thigh and loving how you were writhing under his hold.

“C-Cross…” You gasped as he pulled on your erect nipple, arousal burning in your veins, spreading from head to toe as he sucked against your neck.

You whined at the feeling of him leaving a hickey, desperate for your hands to be free so you could touch him, feel his stiff cock under your hands, but he wouldn’t let you.

Not yet.

“Easy, kitten.” Crosshair tightened his hold around your wrists, now licking the bruise that would be highly visible on your neck tomorrow morning.

“I’m not done.”

Crosshair kissed down your neck further, nibbling, biting, tasting, and leaving more marks as he went, his free hand now giving equal attention to your other nipple.

You were now bucking up against him, hoping to gain some friction from his cock on your now dripping arousal.

Crosshair grunted at your actions, steadfast in keeping your hands trapped above your head as he continued his work. He wasn’t finished with you yet.

Crosshair was now kissing his way back up the other side of your neck, more marks left behind in his wake.

Your body was on fire, longing for more, for his mouth to be elsewhere, for your hands to feel his skin twitch and flex as he pounds into you.

His low hums of satisfaction against your skin were getting louder, reacting to every sigh that left your lips with each pass of his tongue and canines against your neck.

Finally, Crosshair pulled away from you, gazing down at your pleasured face with a satisfied smirk, his hand still teasing your pert nipple.

“I love seeing all these markings on you. My markings.” His eyes darkened, admiring his work as you squirmed under his grip, hoping he would release you.

“Crosshair, please…I need more.” Your cry for him was pathetic and you knew it, but your craving for him was reaching critical levels.

Crosshair finally released your wrists, deciding you’ve earned your freedom. Your hands flew to the side of his head, bringing him for a heated kiss, your fingers digging into his silver locks.

Crosshair leaned on his forearms around your head, his naked body finally, fully pressing into yours, swallowing one another’s groans as your feverish kiss intensified. Your mouths devoured one another’s until you were in need of air. Crosshair pulled away, allowing you to catch the breaths you needed.

“Don’t worry, kitten. You’ll get more.” His voice was gravel, laced with intense desire as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss over one of the many blotches on your neck. The gentle moment didn’t last long, though.

You yelped as Crosshair quickly and suddenly moved down between your legs, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. His eyes met yours momentarily, focused and glinting with dark promise.

He growled as he sank his teeth into the highly sensitive and soft flesh of your inner thigh, loving the way your legs twitched and your hips bucked against him. Loving your choked moan taking the form of his name, loving that only he could make you feel this way, and that he will be able to see these marks for days, reminding you both of what you shared.

“Plenty more.”

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[cloneloverrrrr]

Hii! First things first, I LOVE ur fics and ur blog! It's my first time requesting a fic since I'm always worried about overwhelming the writers. No pressure at all to write the fic okay??

I wanted to ask if you could write some spicy Crosshair x fem reader? Soo for the prompt I'm thinking Crosshair probably gets so jealous and worked up over the day watching you(reader) interact closely with other men, specially regs. He makes sure to mark you up and kriff you so good so you never forget who you belong to. Lots of dirty talking. He's sweet in the aftercare tho since he's a softie.

Also, if he spits in ur mouth that would be the cherry on top and chef's kiss, but it doesn't have to have that 🙊🙈🙈

Hiiiii sweetie 🥹

Thank you! That’s so so so kind to say it made me smile 🤩😁

I am so here for giving sexy Crosshair some loving 🫠🫠urhh he’s just a HOTTIE! I hope I captured him in the right way as I’ve never wrote for him and I hope you like this likkle bit of filth 🥵🥵hehehe

Dividers by my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🫶🏻

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗠𝗲- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁⠀

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝟵𝟵 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1244

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁

Another long day of listening to Nala Se , yes her knowledge is second to none and you had learnt a great deal but you could think of something else you’d much rather be doing right now.

You wonder at the far depths of your mind why you had been transferred from the medical base on Coruscant to Kamino however deep down you weren’t one to complain. If it meant you spent more time with a certain clone then maker you’d stay here forever and always. Crosshair had intrigued you from day one a total asshole but stars above you wanted him, his domineering stance, his conceited aura, the feral look in his eyes each time you pass each other, the animalistic look a one that could kill each time a reg gets a little to close to you. Yet nothing had happened and you were so desperate for his touch it kept you awake at night.

Finally back at your private quarters you had a chance to relax your mind and body until a loud knock pulled you from your thoughts.

“One moment” you call out pulling your robes over to give you some form of decorum.

Crosshair stands at your door leaned against the frame, swirling that toothpick at the side of his mouth, his arms crossed over his muscular lithe body, he glared at you, his jaw was clenching yet he remained silent.

“Crosshair- are y-you ok? What’s wrong?” You ask confused chewing your bottom lip.

You swallowed hard and the stoney silence did nothing to hide it. He scanned your body approving the silk of the fabric draped around you hugging your curves.

“Crosshair- what’s going on?” The authority in your tone causes him to raise a brow. A low chuckle escapes his lips. His usual expression unreadable yet something primal, something dark flashed behind his amber eyes.

He moves towards you closing the distance between your bodies, tension already boiling over. You quickly cover the remainder of your bare skin, Crosshair being as perceptive as ever notices. His gloved hands clutch at your wrists.

“Ah ah ah” his voice demanding and oh maker so fucking sexy.

“Take it off” he demanded.

Your eyes widened and a breath hitched in your throat as you slowly unwrapped your robe letting it drop the ground exposing your naked body. One hand reaches out to skim across your delicate flesh.

“Good girl- you don’t know what you do to me do you?” He growled his eyes blown wild with lust. He stalks you, backing you closer to the cool of the wall with each step he takes.

“What I do to you…?” Your voice bewildered.

“The regs… I’ve seen how close you work with them I’ve seen the way they look at you princess” he rasps , caging you in at the wall both fists planted at the side your head.

“Could the regs do this princess?” He scoffed whispering against your ear. He plunged two fingers into your moist core you gasped and wriggled in response. His fingers began to explore your tight pussy sliding in and out at a gentle pace. His free hand clasped around your throat, only allowing for a small amount of your to fill your lungs.

“Oh Cross-“ your soft moans cut off by his lips crashing against yours, the kiss was hot heavy and possessive. His fingers begin to relentlessly slide in and out, your juices soaking his fingers.

You moan and pant into his mouth, tongues and teeth collide as you begin to grind against his palm, a beautiful friction buzzing inside of you shooting blinding pleasure throughout your body. His pace only quickens pushing you closer and closer that sweet release.

Crosshair breaks away from the kiss pulling his fingers from your wet cunt. His eyes lock with yours. He studies your face before forcefully grabbing your chin the wetness from his fingers damp against your skin.

“Open” he growled

Obediently you part your lips and open your mouth looking up at this clone you’ve wanted for so long allowing Crosshair to spit in your mouth. Swallowing his spit you ran your tongue across your teeth, a feral glint sparkled in your eyes.

“Good little princess now bend over for me.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

You got on all fours for Crosshair back arched and ass sticking out , your fluttering cunt anxiously waiting for him to ruin you. He positioned himself behind you rubbing his throbbing length up and down your slit, quiet gasps fell from your lips.

“Please” you plead

“Patience princess” he scolded, his voice low, gravely.

His thick pulsating member sheathed fully inside of you brutally filling you with no warning. He began fucking into you mercilessly. Each thrust hard and deep smacking off that spongy spot your legs trembling as he fucks into you with such force. He leans down nipping and biting at your flesh relishing in the way you squirm and groan as his teeth mark you.

The sounds of wet squelching, his balls smacking against your skin and pitiful grunts and moans fill the small room.

“That’s it take me princess take my fucking cock in your cunt I know how fucking much you wanted it”

He growls into your neck placing open mouth wet kisses where his lips can reach.

“Uh fuck oh Crosshair harder” you whine and groan underneath him , the pace almost painful but never taking away from the burning coil tightening inside you.

“Regs won’t fuck you the way I do princess- you belong to me”

Your pelvic muscles tighten, the blistering heat ablaze across your body burning more and more, sharp gratifying sparks tingle through each vein as Crosshair continues his relentless pounding, your cunt throbs around him you moan louder gripping the soft sheets under your clamy skin.

Your edging so close to that beautiful feeling of pure rapture. You feel every vein every rib of Crosshairs fat cock fucking you senseless. He can feel the way your walls flutter around him, his thrusts erratic as he leans down into you clutching your neck the other engulfing your heavy breast.

“Fuck” Crosshair groans sinking his teeth into your neck.

“I’m gonna uh fuck Crosshair I’m gonna cum” you whine, eyes screwed shut, your breathing laboured.

Rocking your hips back into his harsh thrusts whimpering incoherently your body betrays you and cum hard, your eyes roll back , your vision blurs stars shooting across the back of your eyes , your pussy convulses.

Screams and moans floor the air.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you cum for me like a good little whore” Crosshair groans are strained as his calloused fingers curl roughly into your hips.

Your pathetic moans cause him to succumb to the blinding gratification and he coats your walls with his warm seed.

“Mmmm fuck good girl” his voice low husky, dark.

Creamy cum spills out from your ruined pussy dribbling down your thighs. Your bodies fall limp against each other. You feel his lips graze against your shoulder blade.

Tender sweet kisses litter your salty skin, a taste he gladly welcomes.

Crosshair slides of out of you achingly slow taking pleasure in the way your face contorts knowing you enjoy how this feels. You watch as he begins circling your clit before pushing back some of the mixed cum that falls freely from your swollen cunt.

A dark feral look splashes across his face.

“Lay back princess i want to taste that sweet pretty cunt.”

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Hello! First, I want to congratulate you on your follower celebration! Second, I was hoping to make a request.

Could you do a Crosshair x f!reader with acacia and jonquil?❤️

It Wasn't Love At First Sight

Summary: You've been secretly dating Crosshair for several years now, and so far no one's caught you. But after a late night rendezvous, Shaak Ti figures out the truth.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1852

Warning: Smut, oral F receiving

Prompts: Acacia - Secret Love, Jonquil - long term loyalty

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Thank you! And Thank you for the Crosshair request! People were so nice to actually send me Crosshair requests! Also, I hope you don't mind that this got kind of smutty/spicy.

You stir when you hear a knock on your bedroom door, waking you from a deep sleep. A groan of annoyance falls from your lips, but you roll out of bed, and stumble over to the door, pressing the button to unlock it.

Crosshair, dressed in his dark armor and holding his helmet, is standing on the other side. 

You blink at him blearily, “Cross?”

“Let me in, kitten, before I get caught.” He replies.

You yawn and move out of the way, allowing him to slide past you and into your private room. “What,” You pause as you yawn widely, “What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you,” Crosshair replies as he tosses his helmet on your bed, and then turns his dark gaze towards you, “Is that a problem?” He asks with an arched brow.

You yawn again, “You couldn’t have waited until morning?”

He lazily moves towards you, his strong arms sliding around your waist, and he lowers his head to press his face against your neck. You shiver when you feel his lips ghost across your skin, “Mm, you didn’t miss me at all?” Crosshair asks.

A soft hum leaves you, and then you wrap your arms around him, one of your hands tangling in his short hair. “Hardly noticed you were gone.” You say lightly as you press closer to him.

Crosshair chuckles low in his throat, “Is that right?” He lightly nips at your throat, “So all of the comms and holos you sent me were, what, figments of my imagination?”

“Must have been someone else.”

“Ah, so I should go and find them then.” Crosshair teases, he kisses the mark he left on your neck, and then pulls away to press his forehead against yours, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, “You got a holo code for them? I owe them about a month's worth of blue balls.”

“You poor thing,” You coo to him teasingly, “Your hand wasn’t good enough for you?”

“What can I say, I’m a man of discerning taste.”

You lightly scrape your fingers against his scalp, and he sighs under your touch, “Welcome back, Cross.” You whisper to him, “I missed you.”

“I know.” His lips curl into a small, but genuine, smile, “I missed you too.”

“Good.” You reply.

A soft laugh falls from him, and you think you love this Crosshair the most. When it’s just you and him, and there’s no need for any facade. When he allows himself to be warm and soft and loving, and when he allows you to be just as soft and loving right back to him. 

It doesn’t happen often. In fact, the only time you see him like this is right after he returns from being gone for long periods of time. 

It’s rare, and so you cherish it.

“You could start coming on missions with us,” Crosshair murmurs, “And then I won’t miss you so much.”

“But then we won’t have these little reunions,” You reply as you press a light kiss to his chin, “And then what would we do?”

He tilts his head so that his lips hover just over yours, “Or, we could have these reunions more often.”

“Mm, tempting.” You raise up onto your toes and press your lips against his, and Crosshair immediately responds, his grip around you tightening to an almost painful degree as he nips your lower lip, silently demanding that you give yourself to him.

As if he has to make such a demand, you’ve been his since the day you arrived on Kamino. And he’s been yours for just as long.

He walks you backwards toward your bed, and your fingers nimbly pop the seals of his armor, dropping the pieces on the floor with a careless unconcern that belies how much you care about his armor.

It keeps him alive, after all.

Crosshair absently pushes his helmet to the floor, and then lowers you to the bed, refusing to pull his lips away from yours for long enough to even remove your shirt, instead just pushing it up high enough that he’s able to touch everything that he wants.

You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, “H-how long before Hunter starts looking for you?” You breathe out, a whine falling from your lips as he moves to a spot on your neck that never fails to make you whimper for him. 

“Not long enough,” Crosshair admits, “Probably shouldn’t have come here at all. But I needed to see you.” He pulls away enough that he’s hovering over you, “Wrecker got hurt, and Hunter’s a little overprotective right now.” His dark eyes scan you, spread out in front of him, half naked, and he glides his fingers across your ribs. “Tell me to leave, kitten.” He whispers.

You lick your lips, and watch as his gaze tracks the motion, “You should leave.” You whisper obediently, though you also hook your arms around his neck to pull him back down to feel his warmth against you.

“Kriff,” He curses, “Yeah. I should.” 

Crosshair pulls the top of his blacks off, and tosses them to the side, and then his hands move to the band of your sleep pants to ease them down your legs. 

“I can see you’re getting right on that.” You breathe out, gasping when one of his fingers slides against your slit.

His gaze locks with yours, and a small smirk crosses his face, “Just one taste,” Crosshair says, “Just one. And then I’ll leave.”

He slides down your body and drapes one of your legs over his shoulders, his gaze still locked on your face as he leans in and wraps his lips around your clit.

Crosshair lied.

“Good morning, Doctor.” 

You lift your gaze from your caf and peer up at the much taller woman who’s joining you at your small table. “Morning, Shaak.” You mumble, before turning your attention back to the flavor packets, trying to decide if you want mocha or caramel caf this morning.

The Jedi has a secretive smile on her lips, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, something like that. Do you think the peppermint syrup is still good? When did we buy that?”

“Hm…probably around Life Day, so who knows.” Shaak replies, “I wouldn’t risk it personally, but I also don’t understand how you can drink that.”

“I learned in med school.” You pick up the peppermint syrup and eye it critically, before you pour some in your caf. If you die you die. At least you’ll die caffeinated. 

“Hm.” Shaak takes a sip of her tea, looking like an actual queen. “How’s Crosshair?”

You blink at her, “Beg pardon?”

“Well, I know he went to your room last night and didn’t leave until early this morning-” Shaak says with a small smile.

“Uhhh…Am I allowed to say no comment?”

“Assuming it’s all consensual, I’m not going to yell at you.” She pauses, “It is consensual, right?”

“Of course it is, don’t be gross.”

“Then I’m more than happy to keep your secret.” Shaak says lightly. “May I ask…is it serious.”

“Oh my god, Shaak. I’m not talking to you about this.”

“Who else do you have to talk to about this?” Shaak asks reasonably, smirking when she sees you falter, “So? Is it?”

“Fine. Yes. It is. Can we stop now?”

“And you’re not seeing other people?”

“No! Of course not. I’m loyal to him and him alone.” You push your hand through your hair, “Shaak, look. I’ve loved him since the first time I saw him. It might not have been love at first sight, but it was pretty damn sure at first sight, okay?”

“Aww, that’s cute.”

“Ugh. I’m not cute. Cute is reserved for five year old girls, not women.”

Shaak smiles wider, “Does he feel the same?”

“How am I supposed to know? Do I look like a jedi to you?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but Crosshair doesn’t like talking about emotions.” You say dryly.

“Hm…good point.”

You eye the older woman suspiciously, but she seems like she’s done with the conversation, so instead you pick up your caf and take a sip.

And then a strong hand wraps around your upper arm and you’re dragged, unceremoniously, out of your seat by the Jedi. You yelp as you’re dragged into the hall, down another hall, and then through a sliding door into the darkened barracks room belonging to Clone Force 99.

“Good morning, boys~” Shaak chirps, before she unceremoniously shoves you into Crosshair, who’s forced to drop his armor to catch you.

You blink at Crosshair, absolutely befuddled, and he looks just as bewildered as you.

“Uh…General?” Hunter says slowly, “Is there a reason you’re throwing Doctors at us?” He asks as Crosshair lifts you to your feet and makes sure that you’re steady before he releases you.

“I have come to a decision,” Shaak says with a placid smile on her face, “Because of the missions you go on, I’ve decided you should have a doctor on your team. And I’m giving you her.”

You sputter, “You can’t do that!”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Crosshair says at the same time, “It’ll save us from Hunter’s overprotective tendencies.”

You scowl at Crosshair, “The Jedi don’t pay my paycheck!”

“No, but the Kaminoans have a vested interest in making sure this group thrives.” Shaak points out, “So they’ll side with me.”

Your jaw drops, and then you sigh and fold your arms, “Fine. But the Marauder needs to be retrofitted with a proper medbay including a surgical suite. And I’m not sharing a room with them.”

“You’re being difficult, Doctor.”

“You want me to be Clone Force 99’s personal doctor, those are my conditions.” You say stubbornly.

Shaak grins, “Deal. It’ll be done before their next mission.” And then she’s gone.

You purse your lips and then turn and punch Crosshair on the shoulder, “This is your fault.”

He grins, a glimmer of triumph in his gaze, “I assure you, it isn’t.”

You scowl at him.

His grin broadens, “Cheer up, kitten. Now we can spend more time together.”

“Trapped in a metal can with five men is not my idea of a good time.” You counter, and then you sigh, “I have so much I have to do now. I have to transfer the cadets to other doctors, I have to make sure my files are complete, I have to…” You blink, “I’m not going to sleep for a week. I have to go.”

Crosshair catches your hand and tugs you back to him and kisses you, “Better?”

“I feel slightly less like committing jedicide, but I still have a million things I need to do.” You sigh and kiss his cheek, “And now you have to explain this to your brothers. So we’re both suffering. Love you. Bye.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Don’t work too hard.” Crosshair replies, and then you’re gone in a swirl of white coats and lavender scent, and Crosshair is left to deal with his brothers accusing gazes.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Don't Forget About Me

Summary: It's always late at night when they come to you, the nightmares, the flashbacks, the memories.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, shower sex, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, small hint of an unhappy relationship at the end. 

A/N: I'm still on a break and a hiatus but I had to write this. It's...sad. Not really a happy fic, but you're reading Star Wars fanfiction so...

MASTERLIST

The water’s warm as it slides across your skin, falling steadily from the showerhead above your head. Your hands press against the wall, holding your body upright. It’s late, far later than you should be up, but sleep has evaded you once again.

The fresher light is off, but it wouldn’t matter with your eyes squeezed tightly closed. You try to push away the thoughts, but they won’t stop rushing through your mind. It’s overwhelming, not unlike the times you’d rushed head on into battle, a sea of droids in front of you and nothing in your hands but a blaster. 

Your body tenses, preparing for a fight that’s not coming, your mind far away from the fresher. You’re naked on the battlefield this time, nothing to protect you, nothing there for you to fight back with. It’s not droids running at you this time, instead they’re troopers; white helmet after white helmet, endless rows of shiny white armor coming at you like a tidal wave, red bolts streaking through the air straight at you. 

Calloused fingers brush the skin of your shoulder, your breath leaving you in a gasp. You’re back in the fresher, warm water raining down on you from overhead. Your breaths are shallow gasps as fingers trail down your sides, tickling the sensitive skin. 

“You think too much.” The words cut through the silence, ringing in your ears. 

You screw your eyes closed, tensing your arms where they rest against the wall in front of you before you push yourself back, letting your body fall into the bare chest behind you. “You always said that was my one flaw.” Your voice is a shaky whisper as warm breath fans across your damp skin. 

“I said it was one of your flaws.” His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, holding your body still as he presses against you. You can feel him, every line of muscle, the length of his cock pressed against your lower back. “You have many.” 

“I’m reckless, I talk too much, I’m too happy, I care too much.” You begin listing them off as warm lips trail across your shoulder. 

“You love me.” He murmurs, lips brushing the skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder as his fingers continue a path down your stomach. 

Your breath shudders as he slips long fingers between your legs, finding the dampness between them. He’s not wrong. If you did only have one flaw, it was being in love with him. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder as his fingers ghost over your clit, a quiet gasp rippling through the fresher at the touch. He wraps his other arm around your waist to hold you steady as you spread your legs for him, his fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit. He always knows exactly how you like it, exactly how to work you up. 

Your teeth sink into your lip, biting back all the noises you want to let loose. Your walls clench in anticipation as he teases your sensitive bud, pleasure burning through your veins from his touch. It’s always so mind-boggling to you how easily he can elicit such a response from you even after all this time.

A curse leaves your lips as he slips his fingers lower, pressing two long digits against your sopping core. They slide in easily, your body accepting the intrusion like it knew it was him asking permission. 

“Always so wet for me.” He growls in your ear. “Always so ready.” 

A quiet moan slips through your lips as your hand lifts, gripping the back of his neck as you grind down against his fingers. “Only for you.” A high pitched gasp leaves your lips as he curls his fingers inside you. 

You cling to him as he thrusts his fingers into you, the wet squelch of them audible over the water pouring from the showerhead. You’re close, body trembling on the edge of bliss as he continues to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers. It’s rough, brutal, almost the way his fingers dig into your skin as he holds you against him, the way he thrusts against that spot inside you, the way his teeth sink into the skin of your neck. He leaves his marks all over you, staking his claim not just over your body. 

“Crosshair!” 

You cum with a cry of his name, legs nearly giving out as pleasure ripples through you. 

His name is still on your lips as your eyes snap open. You’re leaning against the fresher wall, heart thudding in your chest. You’re alone, the fear beginning to bubble within you as you come down from your high. 

Did you say that out loud?

You push yourself up, pulling your hand from between your thighs to shut off the water. The fresher descends into silence, nothing but your shaky breaths cutting through the air. You fumble in the darkness for your towel, taking your time as your heart continues to beat rapidly in your chest. 

Your hands are shaking as you open the door, slipping back out into the bedroom. You pad quietly over to the bed, slipping back under the covers. You can feel him staring at you, eyes boring into the back of your head. He’s awake. He knows. Of course he knows. It’s impossible to keep anything from him. 

“You still love him.” Hunter’s voice cuts through the silence, quiet and deep, almost a whisper. 

“You know I do.” You say, pulling the blankets up to your chin. “You knew that from the start.” 

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to as he slowly turns until his back is facing you. 

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