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Wooley and Slasher commission from @cobaltbeam and I am DYING! It’s so beautiful!
The flower crowns are made with flowers that stand for each boy. Slash is fascinated by his little bug friend and Wooley is fascinated by something else… 🥹
#arc trooper Wooley#clone medic slasher#tcw slasher#Star Wars#the clone wars#flower crowns#Wooley#slasher#tcw#commission#sw the clone wars#tcw art#Star Wars art
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Trans Dogma
Is this anything?
Dogma who lectures Tup about hair length but is secretly so jealous and wishes she was brave enough to wear hers like that
Dogma whose first instinct is towards kindness and gentleness, who loves flowers and tookas and soft, cute things, but refuses to let that side of herself show
Dogma who knows that what she wants to be isn't a perfect soldier, and knows that being (or even just wanting to be) anything less is dangerous
Dogma who is so deeply, viscerally terrified of being reconditioned or decommissioned because of her natural desire for beauty and softness
Dogma who memerizes the regulations so that she knows exactly what line to walk and never lets herself deviate from it
Dogma who pushes her knowledge of her difference and her desire for gentleness and pretty things down so, so deep that she never acknowledges them even to herself
Dogma who presents himself, to the kaminoans and the clones and the jedi and the entire galaxy, as the perfect soldier, and doesn't let anyone, including himself, see that she's not
#pronoun changes at the end are intentionally btw#to show that dogma is so in denial as to use “he” even in internal monologue#also yes this is inspired by flower crown dogma i just reblogged#clone trooper dogma#trans dogma#trans clones#clone troopers#star wars#star wars the clone wars#a blackat-t7t original#blackat-t7t's rambles and ficlets
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I put my little guy in a blanket because I want them to be happy (ignore the cut-off Noisette, I fucked up the lineart)
also @lunasilverpelt wanted to be @ed in Peppino clone OC posts so here you go!!
#pizza tower#pizza tower oc#peppino clone#peppino clone oc#they still dont have a name but I kinda dig the name phil? because of the backstory i made up#the trans flag colors of the flower crown is intentional because hes a little he/they fella
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Old art redraw: Tech wearing a flower crown :)
I'll be redoing this series and hopefully finishing it this time as my art has come a long way since the originals. They will soon be available on my Redbubble store as well as a few other platforms once I get going.
#star wars the clone wars#star wars fanart#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch#tech the bad batch#tech fanart#flower crown tbb series#my art#small business
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I would just like to say that for whatever reason my silly brain associates whoever you have in your pfp as being what you actually look like. So if your pfp is a human character? Yep, that’s you IRL for me. That’s just who you are now, no fighting it.
#my pfp is actually a pic of me tho#i happen to be a clone of slater#and also no editing was added to it#I just blush like that and have a flower crown and hearts just kinda float around me#shoutout to my heathers pfp mutuals#that’s what you look like to me#I know a lot of Winona Ryders
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I was on here at 11 years old! I just didn't have an account yet lol (I made this one at 13). Anyway it would be entirely mlp ask comic reblogs
If you guys were on here at 11 years old what would you be posting about
#i'm 21 btw so to be clear we're talking like 2014 tumblr#it would be ALL brony shit and maybe some music or early art#i probably would've liked that disney crossover stuff going on at the time too but i never fully went down that rabbithole#oh and i really liked all the aesthetic blogs of the time#like the stuff you'd see on both here and pinterest#flower crowns and justgirlythings and starbucks photos with nice lighting#i kinda miss it ngl#i probably just have rose tinted glasses cause I was so young but i feel like things online were simpler back then#my favorite places to hang out were people's wordpress blogs and the comments of the dork diaries website and quotev and pinterest#and above all else: TAPAS WHEN IT USED TO BE CALLED TAPASTIC. GODDDD i miss it so bad things used to be so nice there#now it's a shell of its former self and a webtoon clone with all of webtoon's shitty problems but it used to be a COMMUNITY MAN#small artists were featured on the front page all the time. even me and my ms paint doodles.#everyone was encouraged to check out eachothers work and leave nice comments and chat in the comments or on eachothers profiles#and do fun collabs and events. everyone knew eachother i talked to freakin GOOSE BOOSE once#cause he used to just hang out in comment threads all the time and so did I#and years later i find his youtube and I'm like... wait....... this feels familiar.. is that one of the tapastic comment guys?!?!?!?!?#and he WAS#but that's a completely unrelated tangent sorry for going the fuck off in the tags LMAO#man. the mid 2010s were somethin else
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thought of a little scenario that idk if I'll ever implement into one of my stories but it's too silly to not write down
anyway Hunter gets out of the shower at my place and he's all clean and smells nice and it drives me crazy (like usual 😝) so I start giving him smooches and whatnot
and then at some point it basically goes like this
me: mmm babe I love how you smell right now 🥰
Hunter: of course you do, it's your soap 😏
me: I love how you're ok smelling like flowers and other girly smells 🥰
Hunter: ...?? what?? flowers are "girly"?? since when?? and why??? they're just plants???
and he continues to be confused and can't fathom the idea of a freaking plant having an assigned gender association, literally wtf
he ends up casually bringing it up to the others and Echo absolutely loses it, he goes on a long-winded rant about it and refuses to accept that; Wrecker also thinks it's stupid, and Tech pretty much has the same thinking as Hunter where he's genuinely confused on why anyone would assign the scent of a plant to a particular gender LOL
Omega then makes it her mission to fill the Marauder with flowers the next time they go to a green planet to appease her brothers' frustration (which I will gladly help with) 😌
#I continue to push my agenda of Clones not understanding gender roles 😋#and also them refusing to accept them 😋#Echo and Wrecker make the meals in my stories#and Tech does the dishes#Tech is also a beauty guru#and Wrecker likes wearing my more 'feminine' clothes#oh and Hunter helps me with house chores#there ain't no way they'd accept flowers as being 'girly' LOL#ohhhh I now have the urge to see them all with flower crowns#hold up hang on I CAN MAKE THIS HAPPEN#used to make flower crown edits back in the day#I STILL HAVE ALL THOSE IMAGES#PLEASE HOLD FOR FLOWER CROWN TBB EDITS#💙💙💙#my dark and broody bandana man#OTP: Shrapnel & Solar Flares#star warz#MLWTBB chatter
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Garden At Home By Max20 4t2 Conversion
A conversion of a gorgeous, absolutely stunning set by Max20, Garden At Home.
Includes all items + 2 terrain paints. Everything is quarter tile placeable, smooth and non shiny - my usual routine.
All the seasonal plants (stay blooming in spring and summer because too pretty!):
Terrain paints (do not appear in the collection because adding them is not possible):
Planters require Honeywell's garden plot or its edited version by @lamare-sims (if you use our Planting Overhaul Mod) if you want to be able to plant harvestables in them:
Small planter can go on surfaces:
Wood shed is a functional composter (works with Planting Overhaul Mod), sims go through to use it though:
Repotting table is a functional flower arranging table:
Don't let the look of the bench deceive you - it's a normal functioning loveset, and if you align 4 pieces together (no cheats needed for that), everything becomes seamless and fits right under a nice looking tree (I got some for you right here ;):
Bird bath is a ladybug house, it spawns pretty butterflies and birds high up in the sky (cloned from this object by @hugelunatic):
Big greenhouse is an actual lamp (though its light is very subtle). It also intersects with objects and sims (meaning you can put furniture inside and sims will be able to go through it to use these objects):
And to crown it all, the trellis is a functional wedding arch:
Thank you and hugs go to @episims and @platinumaspiration for always being there for me and saving my objects multiple times 🤗
Compressed, clearly labelled. Collection file, picture and Lord Crumps' shadow file (needed for shadows) are included. Merged files.
Download at GoogleDrive
Download at SFS
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UPDATE 14/03/2024
Fixed blue flashing inside the trashcan (thank you @lurking-lilibeth for report), you can get just the updated file here. Also updated archive as .zip so hopefully it fixes virus reports.
UPDATE 15/09/2024
Added a second version for the flower arranging table that is compatible with @picknmixsims' Crafting Skills mod. Both versions are now in a separate folder, be sure to choose only one! If you just want the Crafting Skills version without redownloading the archive - it's here. Also added a SFS link for the archive.
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Hello! Can I request some scenarios with yandere! Uppermoons (+ Hantengu’s clones)(separate) where reader who’s well behaved and asks them if she can take a walk by herself outside? The demons think she’s planning an escape so they secretly stalk her only to she her just gathering flowers to decorate the hideout/infinity castle with. (Maybe she notices them and just says; “Pretty aren’t they?” Idk-) I apologize if this is too many characters!
Yandere! Uppermoons x behaved fem reader!
(I did all of the uppermoons except for Daki, Gyutaro, and Gyokko because I don’t know how to write them) (Sorry if some of them don’t sound that yandere like) Warnings: swearing, sexual themes (Karaku), one mention of a cult (Douma), one mention of the words “good girl” (Karaku)
Kokushibo
He will not like this idea one bit
Since your so well behaved though he will let you go outside just to see if he can still trust you
When you go a little far he will watch you from afar seeing if you try to run
But when he sees you playing in and looking at flowers he is in shock
Why don’t you try to run? Maybe you do really love him? What if it’s a trick?
All of those possibilities were going through his head
But when you saw him and waved with the biggest smile on your face he just melted on the inside
He really chose the right person
Douma
He will say yes to see if you end up playing a game of cat and mouse
He loves chasing you then punishing you after
But he hasn’t needed to punish you in so long due to your well behavior
He wants to see if it was a trick the whole time so he takes you outside holding your hand and tells you not to go far
Well……you went a little far but you made sure you could get back and he could find you
He would be following you the whole time waiting until he can catch you and scare you
But when he hears you giggling at a rabbit you found he’s in awe
When you went back the way you came and back to the cult house he was so proud
Now you get to go outside more sue to how loyal you proved you are
Now you can escape much easier
Akaza
In that moment he almost snapped at you saying no once you asked but he stopped himself
This would be a good time to test your loyalty
Wouldn’t it?
He let you go outside and saw how happy you were to be in the out doors finally after so many years
He really didn’t want you to be alone due to the fact you might run and he didn’t want to deal with that today
But he left you alone
He was really watching you from a tree but what’s the difference
Once you started making a flower crown he was surprised and proud at the same time
You knew he was in the tree so you looked at him in the eyes, smiled, and said “thank you”
He knew he could trust you more now
Get out of there
Sekido
He will look at you like you have lost your fucking mind
But he ends up letting you go outside because he felt like it
You were well behaved and listened to everything he said so he had a little bit of hope that you wouldn’t run away because he doesn’t wanna deal with that shit
He will follow you and if you start to run away you will get electrocuted and back to square one when you were first kidnapped
When you stop walking and sit by a tree and just look up at the stars he’s surprised but thankful omg he isn’t angry for once
You ended up falling asleep on the tree so he picked you up and carried you back home
You just earned more of his trust
Karaku
He won’t be surprised that you wanted to go outside
Since you have been a good girl he will allow you to go outside and have fun
He warned you that if you ran off to far that there would be punishments
He followed you of course but you didn’t know he was there
You were playing in a flower field just dancing with the smile he loved so much
He was thinking about how much he wanted to fuck you those flowers loves you
Hearing your happy voice made him happy so now it is a daily routine for him to let you go outside (at night of course we can’t have you running away now)
He fucked you in the flowers because he couldn’t resist
Aizetsu
He would be very scared to let you go outside
But you have been very sweet and kind to him for a while now after your kidnapping
He let you go in the backyard of the little house in the woods and watched you from the window
You were sitting there staring at the stars kicking you feet back and forth
You knew he was watching you from the window so you waved your hand for him to come outside
He was slightly happy that you were asking him to do such a thing
He was so happy with how obedient you have become
Urogi (I am obsessed with his voice)
Urogi already takes you outside to fly with him
He will always hold you close so you can’t move much
But one night you wanted to go alone….
Urogi didn’t like that much
He thought you were going to try to leave him
He allowed you to only because of how good you have been lately
He followed you though making sure you pulled no tricks
He was very upset and mad that you wanted to go alone
He became more possessive because of that
#aizetsu#kimetsu no yaiba#aizetsu x reader#demon slayer#kny#sekido x reader#sekido#hantengu clones#hantengu x reader#hantengu#karaku x reader#karaku#urogi#urogi x reader#kokushibo#upper moons#akaza#douma#kokushibo x reader#douma x reader#akaza x reader#yandere kny#yandere#yandere writing
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Pretty Boi
Rex in a flower crown, inspired from @ cptn_rex on instagram!
#fanart#star wars#star wars fanart#digital drawing#the clone wars#tcw#digital#tcw fanart#captain rex#flower crown
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Dc x Dp Prompt #2
Danny loved his life. After his reveal to Jack and Maddie as a half ghost went right, everything started falling into place.
Vlad stopped his insane schemes once his parents were set loose on him. Sure he’s still mayor but he funds the town, keeps them protected from unwanted visitors, and is no longer trying to kidnap/adopt/clone Danny anymore.
Speaking of clones, Ellie was officially adopted into the family. She didn’t live with them full time with her obsession being freedom, but at least she has a home to return to now.
Dan was also adopted into the family. He is still on probation but turns out having their adopted family again (and as many ghost fruits as he wants) helped ease the rage. That’s not to mention Dan’s and Skulker’s bi-weekly figh- errr meetups.
Well at least there’s been no property destruction since he’s been crowned. After he and his rogues began scheduling their own meetups, his grades started going up again. So while he may never become an astronaut like he always dreamed of, he could still go up to space and see the stars whenever he wanted to.
Sure, being king wasn’t exactly what he wanted in life (or death) but he could protect his ghosts and liminals better this way. And considering his entire town is either ghost or liminal, it was just easier to protect them from the GIW and the government in general with a crown on his head.
Besides being king isn’t all bad either. He’s rich now meaning they won’t be racked up in college debt, he has cool artifacts that were gifted to the ghost king over the millennia that were left untouched but he’s not about to return them (they were gifts to the ghost king, practically funeral gifts like flowers but more rare and expensive), and he has crazy powerful Ancients as friends/family/mentors/protectors. He’s still a baby in ghost years and a minor in human years so he’s not expected to do much either way.
Life was going great, especially after Amity Park adopted ghost etiquette and ecto-infused food and beverages.
So why the Ancients are the Justice League of all people standing outside his front door with the Batman looking thoroughly freaked out the moment he opened the door? He hasn’t said anything yet either!! Stupid fucking government heroes.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#adopted danny fenton#ghost king danny phantom#JL discovered Amity too late#they finally went to investigate only to find an entire town of metas#and a whole bunch of ghosts living together#as if this were some my little pony friendship is magic bullshit#and why the hell are everyone’s eyes glowing?!#they think Danny’s a clone when they first see him#but the tests say otherwise#danny fenton is a twin#but you get to choose which member of the batfam is his twin#did he fake his death? run away? kidnapped as a baby?#Bruce is horrified he has not just one other child but three#and neither of them want anything to do with him#because of frootloops??#Danny Dani and Dan are a trio#add Jazz in and they’re a whole package#you either get all of them or none of them#they just got one billionaire to back off they do not need another
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Sekido SFW/NSFW HCs
Sekido x afab!reader
background: you’re basically the wife of the hantengu clones!! the relationship is healthy and consensual, but they are demons and can be a bit clingy/not understand their strength, but are overall good partners
Warnings: cockwarming, fingering, brat tamer, bruising, hickies, biting
other parts
Aizetsu
Karaku+Urogi
SFW
-hates PDA, but will give you all the love and attention you need behind closed doors(doesn’t want the others knowing how soft he is for you)
-isn’t the best at comforting you, gets angry when you cry
-he’s not even mad at you he’s mad at whatever made you cry but you can’t tell the difference so it makes you cry more 😭 now he hands you over to Aizetsu
-always turns away when you change
-if you make him a flower crown he WILL wear it with pride and the others will be super jealous
-ticklish, but tickling him is dangerous because he will uncontrollably punch you to get you to stop! whoops, there goes your head :(
-the second best at keeping your humanity in mind, but still argues with you about needing water everyday
-his favorite place to kiss you is your forehead
-very stern and strict, sometimes unfairly so
-does not let you go anywhere without at least one of the others following you
-kind of the head of the four others, so if you have a problem you go to him
-melts when you caress his face with so much love that he almost cries
-ever so gentle when holding you, he tries to remember his strength but there’s been a few bruises and bumps just from hugging alone
NSFW
-surprisingly shy when asking for sex
-loves when you cockwarm him with your mouth
-relatively high libido
-he’s 10 inches and super girthy 😭🙏
-if he can bruise you with just a hug you don’t even want to know the state you’ll be in after a session with Sekido
-has to control himself to not actually kill you
-manhandles you ‼️‼️
-“aww, you can take it, you were so cocky earlier”
-brat tamer
-doesn’t let you go until he’s satisfied, but you don’t mind
-you cannot cuddle with this man because he cannot feel your body flush against him without getting horny. will start pulling your panties off before you can even think
-loves to just finger you while you beg for his cock
-“can’t even be satisfied with just my fingers? needy girl”
-asks you to strip for him while he strokes his cock
-after a session with Sekido you are COVERED in hickies and bite marks
which clone should I do next 👀
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#x reader#anime x reader#headcanon#reader insert#requests open#smut requests#kny au#kny giyuu#kny headcanons#kny hantengu#hantengu clones#hantengu x reader#hantengu#sekido smut#sekido#sekido x reader#sekido x you#urogi x reader#kny urogi#kny karaku#karaku x reader#aizetsu smut#aizetsu x reader#aizetsu x you#smut hcs#headcanons#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer smut#demon slayer x gender neutral reader
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In the Shadows*** 🌊
🫧 Pairings: Crosshair X AU Princess F!Reader
word count: 8.8k words
prompts:
• “When can I see you again?” / “Do you want to?”
• “I’ll be everything you ever wanted. I’ll do anything you’ve ever desired.”
Having Clone Force 99 protect you felt like an honour; falling for one of them was a curse.
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, Smut, Royalty/Princess Trope, AU, First time, virgin reader, Flirty/Explicit Massages, Second Guessing, Cunnilingus, Blowjob, Soft and Rough Sex, P in V Sex, Doggy style, missionary, cowgirl positions Explicit Sexual Content & Language, aftercare, nipple play, Forbidden Love/Relationship, light angst.
Being royalty definitely had its perks. Yet, the things you most wanted in life were often just out of reach. Freedom was one of them. With guards always monitoring you, you were rarely alone. You were surprised that nobody was stationed in your bed chamber when you slept but you were grateful for the latter.
Oh, and there was also the constant threat to your life. A downside that came with the crown.
So that means that every week, your family contacted the Grand Army of the Republic to hire a battalion of soldiers to test their skills. A group would stay and, as you put it, ‘babysit’ you. This week was no different.
You sat outside in the expansive gardens, a sanctuary of serenity and the only time you felt a small sense of freedom. Vibrant flowers of every hue bloomed in meticulous arrangements by the hired garden hands. Tall hedges formed intricate mazes which had been around since you were young, and a grand fountain with crystal-clear water added a soothing soundtrack to the peace.
As you basked outside alone in your thoughts, you noticed four tall, armoured soldiers approaching. You squinted against the sun, using your hand to shield your eyes. “I thought they said they were clones…” you murmured to yourself.
And they were. Just different.
There was Hunter, the leader. He spoke directly but had a kindness in his eyes that set you at ease. Wrecker was tall and intimidating at first glance, but his loud voice was tempered by his kind heart and Tech intrigued you with his constant stream of information.
Then there was Crosshair.
He was different.
Every time you looked his way (to which you had even caught yourself watching and almost being enamoured by him on several occasions), you noticed several things. One of them being that he moved with a lethal grace. His eyes are always scanning, calculating; never certain what is on his mind. His presence was both unsettling and somehow captivating even if his company was less than comforting at times.
However every time Crosshair’s eyes had met yours for a brief moment, his gaze was intense. As if he could see through the layers of your royal facade. It was a look that made you feel exposed and protected all at once. A paradox you couldn’t quite understand. Did he know you were lonely? Was he lonely?
Throughout the week, each clone took a shift to watch over you. You were surprised to see that most of them enjoyed striking up conversations, which made the constant supervision more tolerable.
All except for Crosshair.
Despite his silence, Crosshair was the one you always looked forward to being alone with. His shift came in the evenings, just after Wrecker’s. Most evenings, you spent your time in the library, surrounded by towering bookshelves filled with ancient tomes about your family’s history. The room was a haven of knowledge, illuminated by the soft, golden glow of ornate lamps. The scent of old flimsi and polished wood filled the air, a comforting presence in your otherwise restrictive life. It was definitely your favourite room within your home.
As you sat on a deep emerald couch, nestled in the corner by the large window that overlooked the gardens, you often stole glances at Crosshair. He stood in the shadows, his posture rigid, eyes constantly scanning the room like a suited knight in armour. And each time you looked at him, his piercing gaze met yours, unwavering and intense as usual.
“You’re quiet today, Crosshair,” you said one evening, possibly the second night, setting down your book and reclining on the plush golden cushions.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “I am always quiet.”
You rolled your eyes, noting that he hadn’t caught your sarcastic tone, but you smiled nonetheless. “Too quiet. Won’t you sit with me?”
He stiffened, a slight tension visible in his stance. “I am on duty.”
“It’s 2100 hours. I doubt anyone will interrupt us.” Your voice carried a hint of unintended flirtation, and you noticed his brow raise slightly, his fingers drumming along the stock of his rifle.
“I doubt it too, but regardless, I am on duty, Princess.”
The way he said ‘princess’ was different from anyone else. There was a playful edge to his tone that made your stomach flutter, and you felt a warm prickle spread across your skin.
You pursed your lips, pondering. “Why do you not talk as much as the others?”
He blinked, his expression remaining stoic, before shrugging slightly. “I usually don’t have much worthwhile to say.”
“No stories? No grand explanation on why you shouldn’t do x, y, and z with some shuttles compared to others?” you teased, your eyes sparkling with amusement.
He chuckled and for some reason you gathered that it was a rare sound. It sent a shiver down your spine and even made your cheeks warm. The sight of his smirk was also unexpectedly captivating. “You have been talking too much to Tech.”
“I think it’s Tech talking too much to me,” you replied with a grin.
Crosshair’s eyes softened slightly, and for a moment, the stoic mask he wore seemed to crack. Each night on duty, you seemed to chip away at that mask, revealing glimpses of the man beneath the soldier.
It was on the sixth evening that a significant shift occurred between you and Crosshair. As usual, you were in the library when he entered. Instead of positioning himself in his usual corner, you were present surprised as he stood closer, practically next to the couch you were cosied up on.
You smiled up at him. “Want to sit?” you asked, patting the spot beside you.
“I don’t think that would be appropriate,” he stated, though it didn’t sound like a flat refusal.
You licked your teeth thoughtfully, your eyes tracing his tall, lean form. Tilting your head to the side, you continued, “But you want to be near me.”
“I am always near you.”
“But tonight you’re closer than before,” you countered, noting the coy smile that played on his lips.
He shifted slightly. “I thought you’d appreciate talking to me as I stand next to you rather than across the room.”
You moved closer to the edge of the couch, turning your body towards him. Your dress rode up a little, exposing more of your leg, and you batted your eyelashes at him. “And now you are too tall and hurting my neck. Please?” you asked, patting the spot beside you once more.
You saw him close his eyes briefly, a soft sigh escaping his lips before he leaned his rifle against the wall and sat beside you. He leaned forward, hands clasped together, and for the first time, he appeared nervous.
“So, how was your day?” you asked cheerfully. Crosshair wanted to roll his eyes but held back, mindful of the respect due to your royal status.
To Crosshair, it felt strange—almost surreal—that someone of your stature would ask about his day. He had always been told that himself and his brothers, even the regs, were bred for war. Viewed nothing more expendable tools of the Republic. He had always been surrounded by Jedi, Generals and Commanders who saw him as just another operative, valued for his skills but not for his individuality. That’s it.
He glanced at you, your eager eyes waiting for his response. “Routine,” he said after a moment. “Same as usual. And yours?”
Your eyes sparkled with interest. “Busy, as always. Meetings, formal dinners, and endless discussions about diplomacy.” You paused, your eyes softening. “It’s refreshing to talk about something different for a change.”
Crosshair studied you, noting the way your shoulders relaxed and the genuine smile on your lips. He found himself rather intrigued by your openness. “I suppose our routines are different,” he grunts.
You nodded. “They are, but I imagine both come with their own set of challenges.”
He allowed himself a small smile. “You could say that.”
There was a comfortable silence as you both sat there, the warmth of the fire casting a gentle glow over the room. Crosshair found himself unexpectedly at ease.
“So,” you began, breaking the silence after a few minutes, “tell me something about yourself that I wouldn’t know.”
Crosshair raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “There isn’t much to tell. I’m a soldier. That’s all I’ve ever been.”
You leaned closer, your curiosity evident. “Surely there’s more to you than that. What about before the war? Any hobbies? Interests?”
He hesitated, then said, “I used to enjoy marksmanship drills. It was... calming. A way to focus.”
You smiled. “I can see that. It suits you.”
As the conversation continued, Crosshair began to open up more, the initial awkwardness fading. For the first time, he felt seen—not as a clone, but as an individual. It was only small but there was a significant shift.
Perhaps a deeper feeling was emerging after all these late night talks.
After a while, you shifted slightly, your dress slipping higher up your leg. You didn’t notice at first but when you turn to look back at Crosshair, his gaze was lingering there. You say nothing at first, feeling a heat grow in your stomach as you watch how his eyes darken - just for a moment - before he quickly looked away.
A playful idea crossed your mind, and you decided to test the waters.
“Crosshair,” you said softly, leaning in a little closer, “would you give me a massage? My legs are terribly sore from all the formal events.”
His eyes widened slightly, and you saw the conflict in his expression. He clearly wanted to, but his sense of duty held him back. “I... I can’t,” he said, his voice strained. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Please?” you asked once more, your voice a soft purr as you looked up at him through your lashes.
He swallowed hard, his resolve visibly weakening. “Princess, I am on duty,” he said, though his voice was huskier now, betraying his inner struggle. “And it would be dishonorable. I... I can’t.”
You pouted playfully, but inside, you admired his steadfastness, even if it meant denying something you both wanted. “Ever the soldier,” you murmured, leaning back and giving him a small, understanding smile.
Crosshair’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer, briefly scanning your plump and soft lips that he found himself foolishly wanting to kiss before he tore his gaze away, his hands clenched together as if to keep them from reaching out to you. The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of unspoken desire and restrained propriety. It was a delicate balance, one that both thrilled and really frustrated you.
You were awakening a side of him he kept buried, and in return, he was stirring emotions within you that you had long suppressed. After all, how often was it you were with another man who wasn’t a guard unchaperoned? You definitely never had feelings towards any of them but to you? He was beautiful. With Crosshair, you felt normal, something you had always yearned for in the rigid constraints of being royalty. But he ignited another, more primal desire within you—lust.
The way his eyes lingered on you, dark and intense that you found yourself burning up under his gaze. It was clear he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
Yet, the cruel reality was that tomorrow would be the last night. Would you ever even see him again?
It seemed as though he could read your mind. Clearing his throat, he turned his body towards you, the intensity of his eyes making your pulse quicken. “Do you still require a massage?” he asked, watching you closely. Your fingers had been absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair for the last few minutes, a normal habit that seemed to make his heart rate pound.
“Please don’t feel obliged to do that for me just because I asked,” you reassured him, your voice soft. “I only asked because...” you trailed off, your thoughts a chaotic mix of emotions you couldn’t entirely decipher.
“Because you like me,” he said boldly, a spark of confidence in his eyes. You watched in silent awe as he deftly pulled something from a pouch in his armor—a toothpick. He placed it between his lips with a casual and almsot suave ease.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing. “I value you, yes,” you managed to say, your voice betraying your nerves. But then you met his gaze once more, and a surge of courage flared within you. “And I think you would like to give me a massage,” you continued, a smirk curling at the corners of your lips.
Crosshair’s eyes darkened, the toothpick shifting slightly as he bit down on it. “Is that so?” he murmured.
“Yes,” you replied, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I think you want to touch me.”
He inhaled sharply, the tension between you palpable. “You’re playing with fire, Princess,” he warned, but his words lacked conviction, his eyes betraying his desire.
“Maybe,” you teased, leaning closer, your leg now brushing against his. “But it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Are you?”
For a moment, he hesitated, the internal struggle evident in his eyes. Then, with a resigned sigh, he placed his hand gently on your calf, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. “I suppose one massage wouldn’t hurt,” he murmured, his voice husky.
You smiled, your pulse quickening as his fingers began to knead the tension from your muscles. “Good,” you whispered, your voice laced with anticipation as you leaned back, relaxing.
Crosshair’s eyes followed the path of his hands as they moved up your calf, his breath hitching as you let out a soft moan of pleasure. His fingers were firm and skillful, each touch sending ripples of sensation through your body. You didn't hold back, your moans growing louder, each one making his arousal more evident. His pants felt increasingly tight, the bulge in them unmistakable.
“You’re making it hard to concentrate, Princess,” he murmured, his voice strained with desire.
“I can only apologise,” you replied, your voice breathy as you reveled in the feel of his hands on you. “I’m just showing you what you do to me.”
His hands moved higher, massaging your knee before traveling up your thigh. Your dress rode up further, and he paused, his eyes locked on the exposed skin. He bit down on his toothpick, his restraint hanging by a thread.
You open your eyes only to find yourself biting your lip as you watch as he slips his hands free from his gloves, laying them over the arm of the couch before his fingers start to knead at your calf. His touch is firm yet careful, his fingers working the tension from your muscles with practiced ease. You let out a soft sigh, sinking deeper into the couch, your eyes fluttering closed.
“This is a dangerous game we’re playing, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “You know this is breaking every rule.”
“And yet here you are,” you reply, a playful lilt in your voice. “Breaking them with me.”
He smirks, his hands moving up to your knee, massaging in slow, deliberate circles. “It seems I can’t help myself,” he admits, his eyes blown. “You’re... quite persuasive.”
You arch an eyebrow, feeling a thrill of power at his words. “Am I now? I merely asked you the once” you tease, shifting slightly to allow his hands better access.
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, his hands continue their upward journey, fingers brushing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You feel a rush of heat as he inches closer to the apex of your legs, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he whispers softly, his hands moving higher, and you hold your gasp as you realise how dangerously close he was to your… intimate area. Every nerve ending in your body is awakened by his touch.
"And you're enjoying it," you whisper back, your voice husky with need.
Stars, what kind of hold did he have on you? You were royalty, trained all your life to be reserved and appropriate, yet here you were, parting your legs to give him silent permission to continue. The boldness of your action sends a thrill through you, a heady mix of fear and excitement that makes your heart race.
His hands pause for a moment, his gaze flicking to meet yours. It is obvious you are exposed to him now as his eyes drop between your legs, his hand moving your dress just enough to touch. He lets out a soft moan, the sound making you inevitably clench. Your silk panties, enticing and damp with arousal, has him stopping in his tracks.
It's his turn to bite his lip, almost snapping the toothpick in his mouth as his fingers flex, eager to reach out and brush against you. The sight of his struggle, the raw want in his eyes, sends a fresh wave of heat through you. But then, he closes his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. "Tell me to stop."
His resolve is being rebuilt, a fortress against the growing storm of his desire. Despite the desperation coursing through your veins, you do as he pleads. "You can stop."
Despite your words, it takes him a moment or two to retract his hand, pulling your dress back down slowly to restore your dignity. "I'm sorry, Princess."
There's guilt on his face, and your heart sinks. You pull your legs back away from him and sit forward, gently taking his hand. "You have no reason to apologise. I... I should have realised this was foolish." You scold yourself, closing your eyes tightly. "I do not want to compromise your position."
"My position?" he snaps at you, causing you to flinch slightly. The regret in his gaze is immediate. "What about you? You're the Princess. If I got caught with you you'd be ruined." His tone softens as he continues, the anger melting into concern.
The air between you is thick with unspoken desires, the weight of what could have been pressing down on both of you. Crosshair's hand remains in yours, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he's holding on to the last shred of his self-control. His eyes, filled with a mix of longing and frustration, meet yours.
"Princess," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, "this is going to be forward but I've never wanted anything more in my life. But I can't... I can't risk you."
You nod, your throat tightening. "I understand. But just for tonight, can we forget who we are? Just be two people, enjoying each other's company?"
His eyes search yours, and after a moment, he nods slowly. "Just for tonight."
Saying goodbye to Crosshair was inevitable, but it was the last thing you wanted to do. You had already said your farewells to the others, and now it was just Crosshair’s turn.
The two of you didn’t speak of what had happened the night before, yet the tension between you lingered in the air, thick and palpable. As usual, after your time spent in the library, he escorted you back to your bedchambers. This time, though, the walk was slower, each step a heavy reminder of what was about to end.
Neither of you said anything as your door came into view. You stopped, and Crosshair halted just a few steps beside you, the silence stretching painfully.
“When can I see you again?” you whispered, not daring to look in his direction. You heard him take a small step closer, his gaze boring into the back of your head, his presence a comforting shadow.
“Do you want to?”
“Of course I do,” you said, exasperated, finally finding the strength to look at him. “I don’t even want to say goodbye.”
Crosshair bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing. “You will have a new set of clones sent next week… you may form a bond with one of them too.”
Ouch. “W-Why are you saying that?”
He sighed and took your arm gently, guiding you into a shadowed corner away from any prying eyes or ears. His touch was firm yet tender, sending shivers down your spine. “I think you’re lonely, Princess… and I was just a distraction.”
Your eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill. Crosshair had never hated a sight more. “No, Crosshair, you weren’t just a distraction for me. I…”
“What?” he probed swiftly, his body almost pressed against yours as your back met the wall, the heat radiating from him almost too much to bear.
You searched his eyes, your lips parting as you subtly inhaled his scent, memorizing his gaze, for possibly the last time. “I think you already know.”
Crosshair was silent, not a rarity, but you could see the emotions flashing across his face. He took your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips, his breath warm and tantalizing. “I know.”
The moment hung heavy between you, charged with unspoken words and suppressed desires. His lips lingered on your skin, the gentle pressure sending a thrill through you. Your heart pounded in your chest as his hand slid up your arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His other hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Crying over me, Princess?”
You leaned into his touch, a soft but sad smile granted at his words. “Just a little.”
Closing your eyes briefly, you savoured the feeling of his touch. When you opened them again, his face was inches from yours, his breath dancing with your own.
Your lips parted slightly, an invitation that he hesitated to accept. His eyes darted to your mouth, his resolve crumbling as he leaned in, the pull between you undeniable. Just as his lips were about to claim yours, you felt the weight of reality crashing down.
“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “This is too much.”
You pulled back, the pain of the separation cutting deep. Crosshair's hand dropped to his side, his expression a mix of longing and resignation.
“Goodbye, Crosshair,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, stepping back to give you space. “Goodbye, Princess.”
With a heavy heart, you turned and entered your bedchamber without another word. Honestly, you had never hated being a Princess more than ever before.
“Is there something wrong, my lady?”
You stood staring at yourself in the mirror for, well, you weren’t sure how long but it was long enough to raise concerns. Your handmaiden had just assisted you with getting dressed in your nightwear—a beautiful soft nightdress of the finest silk, the fabric a delicate shade of ivory. It flowed gracefully over your form, hugging your curves subtly, with intricate lace detailing along the neckline and hem and stopped just above your knees.
Your hands played with the fabric and you can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to have his hands on you. It’d be inappropriate for anyone to see you in a state of undress but you got the warm feeling in your gut that he would undress you even further.
You sigh softly to yourself, Crosshair replaying in your mind on a constant loop. His touch from the massage, his words, the intensity of the almost-kiss—it all haunted you, refusing to let you rest. You barely noticed your handmaiden’s presence until she laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Would you like me to get someone for you?” she asked softly, her concern evident in her eyes.
You turned to her, the turmoil of your emotions barely concealed. “No, thank you. I’m just… distracted, I suppose.”
“Is there anything I can do to help, my lady?”
You remain tight lipped, glancing back at your reflection. The nightdress, so elegant and pure, seemed almost a mockery of the confusion and desire within you. “No, it’s something I need to work through on my own.”
She nodded, stepping back respectfully. “Of course, my lady. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call.”
“Thank you,” you said, offering her a small, grateful smile. “That will be all for tonight.”
With a curtsy, she left you alone in your chambers, the silence and stillness pressing in around you. You moved to your bed, the cool sheets an almost embarrassing contrast to the heat of your thoughts.
For an hour, you tossed and turned, staring at the canopy above your head. Frustration clawed at you, and at one point, you grabbed your pillow, pressing it over your face and screaming into it to release the pent-up emotions.
Just as exhaustion began to tug at you, a faint tap at the door leading to the balcony broke through the haze of near-sleep. You squinted into the darkness, unsure if you were hearing things, but the tap came again, as if a pebble was being thrown at it.
Instinctively, you would have called out for a guard, alerting them to a possible threat. But something in your gut told you not to. Trusting that intuition, you crawled out of bed, grabbing a gown and draping it over your nightdress.
As you opened the door to your balcony, you hesitated for a moment but you threw caution to the wind and wanted to see for yourself. You stepped out onto the balcony, the cool stone beneath your bare feet grounding you. At first you saw nothing but then, you spotted him.
Below, emerging from the shadows, stood Crosshair. “Crosshair? W-What’re you doing here?” you whisper-shouted down to him, checking the coast was clear.
“Honestly? I don’t know. Hunter is going to kill me and possibly your family, but I had to see you,” he replied, his eyes scanning the area too for any signs of danger.
Your heart swelled, and your eyes twinkled with raw emotion. “Am I really worth that risk?”
“For you?” He chuckled softly, his voice carrying a warmth that made your heart flutter. “Anything.”
Without another thought, you motioned for him to come up. Crosshair scaled the trellis with practiced ease, and within moments, he stood before you on the balcony, his tall form casting a shadow in the moonlight.
The tension from earlier, the unspoken words and desires, hung thick in the air. You stepped closer to him, your hand reaching out to touch his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. “You came back.”
He nodded. You can tell he wasn’t used to showing such affection as his hand, shaking, lays over the top of yours that was against his chest, holding it closer to his heart. “I couldn’t stay away it seems.l
The intensity in his eyes made your knees weak. “What if we’re caught?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t care,” he said, his tone fierce yet tender. “I’d rather face the consequences than spend another night without you.”
Without saying another word, your lips met in a frenzy of raw passion and need.
He guided you back into the room, not once parting his lips from yours, and shut the door to the balcony behind him.
His hands took refuge on your hips, pulling you closer as he met your gaze briefly, as if to reassure himself that you were real, before he kissed you again with renewed hunger.
You groaned into his embrace, your body flush against his as the moonlight danced through the cracks in your curtains, casting a silvery glow over your entwined forms. With a soft sigh, you let your tongue run against his bottom lip, and his knees almost buckled at the sensation.
He allowed you access, and your tongues swirled and danced together. Your hands roamed up and down his body, only now realising he wore no armour, just his long black one-piece that most clones wore underneath. This allowed you to feel his slender, toned figure beneath your fingers, the warmth of his skin radiating through the fabric.
“Like what you feel?” he rasped against your mouth as you moaned at the mere touch of him.
“Very much so,” you smiled, both of you pulling away for a much-needed breath.
His eyes roamed your figure, a smirk on his lips and in his eyes. “It feels wrong of me to see you dressed this way,” he muttered, pinching the fabric of your nightdress between his fingers softly. “You look so innocent.”
“Are you saying I didn’t look that way before?” you hummed, a teasing lilt to your voice.
“I suppose you did,” he started before he leans in, his lips trailing down to your neck, leaving a burning path in their wake, “but your mind isn’t so pure.”
A shiver ran down your spine as his mouth worked its way along your neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you. He nipped at your skin, sucking and leaving marks that would remind you of this night. Then, his hand slipped under your nightdress, the cool touch of his fingers against your heated skin making you gasp.
“You like that?” he murmured against your ear, his voice low and gravelly. “You like feeling my hands on you, knowing you’re mine right now, Princess?”
“Yes,” you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders as his fingers squeezed your arse, pulling you even closer. You could feel his erection straining against his pants, the hard length pressing into you.
You could feel yourself dampen, your pussy throbbing with a desperate need to be met. “Take me to my bed.”
“As you command.” He wasted no time in lifting you up, carrying you across the threshold before laying you down in the middle of the bed. He leaned over, grabbed a pillow to tuck under your head, then crawled over the top of you, claiming your lips once more.
You moaned his name into his mouth, your leg hooking around his waist and bringing him flush to you. You couldn’t help the way your hips ground against his thigh, the friction making you gasp against his lips. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.” He cupped your jaw, his tongue hot and trailing over your lips with teasing flicks. “I’ll be everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll do anything you’ve ever desired.”
You closed your eyes and let out a breathless sigh. “Do what you wanted to do to me in the library.”
He pulled back, tilting his head down at you. “Tell me first, Princess,” his tone soft, “have you done this before?”
You swallowed and nervously shook your head. “No. But I want to.” You replied, reaching your hand up and touching his cheek, tracing your thumb across the bottom of his tattoo. “With you.”
A cocky and satisfied smile spread across his lips, his fingers slipping under the hem of your nightdress and moving up your thighs.
You trembled beneath his touch as he bunched the fabric around your hips, revealing your bare pussy to him. “Stars, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he spread your legs wider, settling himself between them. His mind flashed back to the moment in the library, when he saw your silk panties and how desperately he craved to taste you. And now, that time has finally come.
He pressed soft, teasing kisses along your inner thighs, making you squirm with anticipation. “Patience, Princess,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and tantalising. “I want to savour this.”
You whimpered, your fingers tangling in the sheets as he finally reached your core, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation made you cry out, your back arching off the bed. “Crosshair,” you moaned, your voice desperate and needy.
His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked at your clit, intense and with precision. “You taste so sweet,” he mewls against you, the vibrations sending shivers through you. “I could stay here all night.”
You were lost in a haze of pleasure for an incredible few minutes, your body writhing beneath him as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Please,” you gasped, your hands clutching at his head. “I need more.”
He looked up at you through your legs, his eyes burning into you. “As you wish, beautiful.” He brought his hands up, tugging the top of your nightdress down to expose your breasts. You gasp at the sudden chill but then moan as his fingers begin to play with your nipples, rolling and pinching them as he continues to devour you.
You cried out at the dual sensations, your hips bucking against his mouth. “Oh, fuck,” you slipped, the curse word escaping before you could stop it.
Crosshair’s eyes flashed with something primal at your slip of the tongue, and he responded with a feral groan. “Such a dirty mouth for a Princess,” he taunted, his fingers slipping inside you, curling and thrusting in time with his tongue’s ministrations.
Your legs turned to jelly, your body trembling uncontrollably as he finger-fucked you with relentless rigour. “Crosshair!” you screamed, your voice hoarse with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop!”
He didn’t, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to push you over the edge. Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, your entire body shaking with the force of it as you cried out his name again and again, thighs threatening to close between over his head as cum all over his mouth.
He held you through it, his movements slowing as you came down from your high, your body limp and sedated beneath him. He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh before pulling back. “I could get used to hearing you scream my name,” he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly over your sensitive skin.
“Me too,” you gasped, sitting up on your elbows as he moved to lay beside you. “That was… I can't even explain.”
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked softly, laying his hand over the top of yours.
“Loved it.” You grinned, but there was something you now wanted to try. Your eyes drifted down to the obvious bulge in his blacks, your breath hitching with anticipation. You bit your lip, your fingers tracing the outline of his arousal through the fabric. “I think it’s time I return the favor.”
Crosshair's eyes haze over with lust as he watched you. “Princess, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” you interrupted, your voice filled with a mix of determination and nervous excitement. You both sit up, Crosshair watching you in awe as you help him slip out of his glove, your fingers brushing against his skin as you expose his toned chest. Your hands moved lower, tugging down his lower half and freeing him from the confines. His erection sprang free, and you couldn’t help but marvel at his size and the throbbing need you saw in his eyes.
“You’re so hard,” you whispered, your voice laced with hunger. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
He groaned, his hands clenching the sheets as you wrapped your fingers around his length, giving him a tentative stroke. “Princess…”
You leaned in, your breath warm against his skin as you began to place soft kisses along his shaft. “Do you like this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” he hissed, his hips bucking slightly as you took him into your mouth. He lays back down as you start slow, your tongue swirling around the tip, tasting his salty essence. You glanced up at him, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Encouraged, you took him deeper, your lips stretching around his girth. You hollowed your cheeks, creating a delicious suction that made him groan loudly. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, his hands tangling in your hair as he struggled to keep control.
You began to bob your head, your hand pumping the base of his cock in rhythm with your mouth. The sounds you made were wet and obscene, if someone were to press their ear against the door they’d definitely hear what was going on but it only spurred you on. You could feel his body tensing, his muscles straining as he fought to hold back.
Wanting to drive him wild, you let your other hand gently cup his balls, rolling them in your palm. You felt his entire body shudder, his grip on your hair tightening. “Oh baby, that feels good,” he groaned, his voice a deep rasp.
Feeling a surge of confidence, you pulled back slightly, letting your tongue trail down to his balls. You kissed and sucked on them, your hand still working his shaft. The combination of your antics had him thrashing, his moans growing louder and louder. Your lips, covered in spit, move back to his cock as you then take him deeper, your throat relaxing as you push yourself to take more of him. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged slightly, but the sound only seemed to excite him more. “Princess, you’re g-going, shit, to make me cum,” he warned, his voice strained.
You looked up at him, your eyes filled with determination. “That’s exactly what I want,” you whispered, before taking him back into your mouth with renewed vigour. You used your hand to stroke the length you couldn’t fit, your fingers squeezing and twisting in a way that made him gasp.
Then, in a moment of boldness, you shifted your attention lower, letting your tongue trail down to his balls once more. You took one into your mouth, sucking gently while your hand continued to pump his shaft. The sound that ripped from his throat was almost primal, his body trembling as his orgasm was closing in.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as you lavished attention on his sensitive skin. “That feels so fucking good.”
You could feel his balls tightening in your hand, his entire body tensing as he reached his peak. With one final, desperate thrust, he came, spilling himself into your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, the taste of him filling your senses.
When he finally stilled, you pulled back, licking your lips and meeting his gaze. His cocky demeanor was shattered, replaced by a look of bewilderment and satisfaction. “Baby,” he breathed, “You’re incredible.”
You smiled, crawling up to lay beside him, your head resting on his chest. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you whispered, feeling a sense of pride. Truthfully, you never thought you’d be able to do this. Especially having brought him so much pleasure.
“Do you want to take it a step further?” Crosshair asks, his eyes searching yours as you nestle into his chest, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Your heart races at his words, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding your senses. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice tight with anticipation.
He cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Are you sure my sweet? This is your first time.”
“I’m sure,” you reply, your voice growing more confident. “I want you, Crosshair.”
A smile spreads across his lips as he moves to hover above you. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand slides down your body to your pussy once again. You part your legs, his fingers finding your wetness. “Mmm, you’re so ready for me,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice a low growl.
His fingers tease your slit, rubbing gently before slipping inside you to prepare you for his length. You gasp and grin at the sensation, your body tensing slightly. It felt amazing but perhaps your nerves were getting the better of you.
“Relax,” he whispers, his lips moving to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I trust you.”
He continues to caress you, his fingers working you open as his thumb circles your clit. The pleasure builds, making you moan softly. When he feels you’re ready, he positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing your opening.
“This might hurt a little,” he warns, his eyes locking with yours. “But I promise it’ll feel good soon.”
You nod, bracing yourself. He pushes into you slowly, stretching you inch by inch. You whimper at the slight sting, your nails digging into his shoulders. He kisses you gently, murmuring soothing words against your lips. “You’re doing so well, Princess. Just breathe.”
As he pushes deeper, you feel an intense fullness, his cock stretching you in ways you’ve never felt before. The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless. “W-wow.” You look between both your bodies, watching his cock slowly disappear inside you.
The sight blew your mind. You knew this was breaking royal protocol and that if anyone found out, there would be dire consequences. But the thrill of the forbidden romance only spurs you on, making you crave him even more.
When he hits the wall inside you, his cock rests in the warmth of your cunt, letting you adjust to his size. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you whisper, your body relaxing as the initial pain fades and as you lay your head back down to look up at him. “Please, continue.”
He begins to move, his strokes slow and deep, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. He watches your face, gauging your reactions, and when he sees you start to enjoy it, his pace quickens.
“Please, be more dominant with me,” you moan, your voice breathy with need. “I want you to take control.”
His eyes gleam with power at your words, a cocky smile spreading across his face. “Are you sure you want that?”
You bite your lip, “Are you questioning the Princess?” You counter with a flash of mischief. “Claim. Me.”
He groans at your words, his hands gripping your hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder and more powerful as you demanded. The bed creaks under the force, your moans growing louder with each movement. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice rough. “such a tight royal pussy.”
“More, Crosshair! I need your cock so much.” You cry, your body being pummelled into your mattress. You could feel the stretch of your pussy, his veiny length creating a beautiful friction inside you that had your toes curling.
His eyes burn with lust as he increases his pace, each thrust harder and faster. After a while, he shifts positions, flipping you onto your stomach. “Get on your knees,” he commands.
You obey, your body trembling with anticipation. He positions himself behind you, his hands gripping the roush of your nightdress as he drives into you from behind in a quick motion. You lay your face into the pillow, hips raised to allow him to go deeper, hitting spots inside you that make you cry out in pleasure. “F-F-Fuck.” You gasp, your hands tight in the sheets as he brings your body back and forth onto his dick.
Your moans are muffled by the pillow as he pounds into you, the bed continuing to creak rhythmically beneath you. You reach down, fondling your own breasts, pinching your nipples as waves of pleasure build. "D-Dont stop, you’re so good.”
The room fills with the sounds of your bodies moving together—his grunts and praises, your moans, the slap of skin against skin. His pace is relentless, each thrust more intense than the last. Your bodies glisten with sweat, droplets sliding down your back and mingling with his, the heat of your coupling intensifying.
You feel his hands tighten on your hips, guiding you into a perfect rhythm. Each movement sends jolts of ecstasy through you, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
You arch your back, pushing against him, matching his fervent thrusts. He grins cockily from behind you, reaching across and grabbing a fistful of your hair.
“Dirty little girl,” he groans, watching his cock slip in and out of you. The friction, the pressure, the overwhelming pleasure was making you see stars.
"Crosshair," you gasp again, your voice strained with impending climax. "I’m so close."
He pulls out suddenly making you whine as you miss the heat before he flips you onto your back again. “Not yet,” he growls, and you watch in wide-eyed awe as he moves to straddle your chest. “Suck me first.”
Without a question you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his cock as he thrusts shallowly. He watches you with a dazed, hungry expression, his hands guiding your movements as he locks his fingers round the back of your head, keeping your face in place as his cock slips all over your tongue and down your throat. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he murmurs, his voice rough as you slurp and gasp on his cock. “Such a filthy Princess.”
When he’s had his fill, he pulls out making you gasp for a breath as he begins positioning himself between your legs again. “Ready for more?”
“Yes,” you pant, your body aching for release.
He drives into you again, this time harder and faster. Your moans fill the room as he fucks you relentlessly, each thrust sending you closer to the edge. “Touch yourself,” he mutters, his voice rough. “I want to see you come.”
Your fingers instantly move between your legs, fingers thrashing over your clit as he ruts into you. The combination of his cock and your own touch pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. “FUCK! C-Crosshair! I’m cumming.” Your body convulses, your screams of pleasure filling the room as you feel yourself release over his cock.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groans, pulling out at the last moment. He straddles you, stroking himself to completion. “Where do you want it?”
“On my breasts,” you gasp, arching your back to him.
He moans deeply, his release hitting your breasts and nightdress in hot, sticky spurts. He collapses beside you, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat.
But you aren’t done. If this was the last time you were to see him, you were going to make it last.
With a smirk, you push him onto his back, straddling him with this newfound confidence. “I think it’s my turn to return the favour again,” you murmur, guiding his hardening cock back inside you. You begin to ride him, your movements becoming more skilled and precise despite your inexperience.
Stars, what would anyone think of you now?
“That’s it… you’re beautiful,” he groans, his hands moving to your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples as you move, not caring if his hands get a little messy from his previous release. His mouth follows, sucking and kissing your tits, making you moan with every touch.
You grind against him, your hips rolling as you ride him faster. You start by gently rocking your hips, feeling him deep inside you. Gradually, you lift your body, almost letting him slip out before slamming back down, taking him fully each time.
Your rhythm is mesmerising, your back arching as you move, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.
His eyes are locked onto you, completely enamoured, unable to keep his hands off you. His fingers trace the curves of your body, his hands holding your hips, guiding your movements. “Fuck yes,” he groans, his eyes filled with desire. “Keep going.”
Your pace increases, each upward lift and downward slam more intense than the last. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, mingling with your increasingly loud moans. Your body trembles with the intensity of your second orgasm building inside you.
“Crosshair,” you cry, your voice thick with pleasure, “I’m going to come again.”
He looks up at you with adoration and hunger, his hands caressing your thighs and waist. “That’s it, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and encouraging. “Let go for me. You’re doing so well.”
You feel his fingers start to brush against your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensation. Your hips move frantically, chasing that peak of pleasure. He can’t stop praising you, his voice a constant murmur of soft words and pleads. “So beautiful,” he breathes, his eyes never leaving yours. “Keep going, just like that. Cum for me.”
Your body spas, your orgasm shooting through your body. Your cries of pleasure fill the room and he holds you through it, his hands and voice grounding you as you ride out the waves of your release,.
As you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting and spent, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “You were perfect,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”
You definitely couldn’t go on after that, your legs like jelly as you flop onto your side next to him, the feeling of him exiting you lewd and sinful but you didn’t care.
The two of you lay in silence, nothing but heavy pants and the soft shines of moonlight seen and heard in the room. You’re suddenly drowsy but you knew you should get up and make yourself tidy. But Crosshair beat you to it.
“Stay here,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll take care of you.”
He slipped out of bed, his movements graceful and quiet as he made his way to the adjoining bathroom. You heard the sound of running water, the faint clink of glass bottles as he prepared a bath for you. A few moments later, he returned to your side, lifting you gently in his arms.
“Come on, Princess,” he whispered, carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down by the edge of the tub, the warm steam rising up to meet you. “Let me help you.”
He eased you into the bath, the hot water enveloping you like a comforting embrace. You sighed, sinking back against the tub as the tension melted from your muscles. Crosshair knelt beside you, his touch tender as he washed your back and hair. His fingers worked through your knots with care, his eyes focused and attentive.
“This is nice,” you murmured, your voice drowsy. “Thank you.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he teased, making you playfully splash him with the bath water as his hand glides through your hair. “I’m only messing. You deserve to be pampered.”
After a while, he helped you out of the bath, wrapping you in a plush towel. He dried you off gently, his touch soothing and careful. When you were dry, he led you back to the bed, tucking you under the covers before slipping in beside you. You nestled against his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively.
“What happens next?” you asked quietly, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin.
Crosshair sighed, his hold on you tightening slightly. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I wish I did. Maybe my squad could be assigned to protect you, but it would complicate things. Our feelings… they aren’t supposed to happen.”
You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “I know. But I can’t help how I feel. Maybe one day, things will be different.”
“Maybe,” he agreed, his voice soft. “One day.”
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “We could run away,” you joked lightly, a small smile tugging at your lips yet a part of you wanted it to not be a joke. At all. “I could live a life of adventure and freedom instead of staying in these walls.”
He chuckled, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest. “As tempting as that sounds, Princess, we both know it’s not possible. Your duty is here. And mine… well, mine is wherever the Republic needs me.”
A sad reality settled over you, the weight of your responsibilities pressing down. But with Crosshair holding you close, you allowed yourself to dream.
“We’ll figure it out,” you said softly, your voice filled with determination. “Somehow.”
He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering. He doesn’t reply with his thoughts, not wanting to fill you with false promises. Apart from this real one: “Whatever happens, I will never forget you.”
And he said your name. Not your title. Your real name.
You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace lull you into a peaceful sleep. You didn’t want to admit it, but you know that when you wake he will no longer be beside you.
The future was uncertain, but for now, you had this moment. And it was enough.
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List of Unique Magic of the Original Characters
HEARTSLABYUL
Riddle -- OFF WITH YOUR HEAD (Lit. Behead Them)
ABILITY:
Summons a collar around the target’s neck and seals their magic.
INCANTATION:
I’ll hand down my sentence. The verdict comes afterwards. Are you ready? Off With Your Head!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Prologue 3
Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland Manga Episode of Heartslabyul: Volume 1 (p.50)
Ace
NOT REVEALED
Deuce -- BET THE LIMIT (Lit. Tit for Tat)
ABILITY:
Builds up damage taken by attacks and returns it all at once twofold.
INCANTATION:
I’ll make you pay for that! Brace yourself! Bet the Limit!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 5-64
Cater -- SPLIT CARD (Lit. Scattered Hand of Cards)
ABILITY:
Creates clones of himself.
INCANTATION:
I am him, and he is another. Split Card!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 1-15 / P.E. Cater Vignette
Incantation: P.E. Cater Vignette
Trey -- DOODLE SUIT (Lit. Paint the Roses)
ABILITY:
Temporarily overwrites a specific component of the target item.
INCANTATION:
White to red, and red to white. Doodle Suit!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 1-14
Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland The Novel Episode 1: The Red-Rose Tyrant (p.249)
SAVANACLAW
Leona -- KING’S ROAR (Lit. Roar of the King)
ABILITY:
Destroys anything into dust
INCANTATION:
I am hunger. I am thirst. I am what robs you of tomorrow. King’s Roar!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 2-25 / Dorm Leona Vignette
Incantation: Dorm Leona Vignette
Jack -- UNLEASH BEAST (Lit. Shattering Howl on a Moonlit Night)
ABILITY:
Transforms into a wolf.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 2-26
Ruggie -- LAUGH WITH ME (Lit. Fool’s Parade)
ABILITY:
Controls others to mimic his movements.
INCANTATION:
Both kings and hyenas are my friends! Laugh With Me!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 2-2 (first seen), 2-23 (name spoken)
Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland Episode of Savanaclaw Volume 2
OCTAVINELLE
Azul -- IT’S A DEAL (Lit. Golden Contract)
ABILITY:
Takes any power from the target once they sign a contract.
INCANTATION:
The song ends, the sun sets. Extend mercy upon these poor souls. Now, the deal is struck! It’s a Deal!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 3
Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5
Jade -- SHOCK THE HEART (Lit. Gnawing Teeth)
ABILITY:
Compels the target to speak the truth. Can only be used once per person.
INCANTATION:
No need to fear, I only wish to help you. Shock the Heart.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 3
Incantation: Episode 4
Floyd -- BIND THE HEART (Lit. Coiling Tail)
ABILITY:
Blocks and diverts an opponent’s magic.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 3
SCARABIA
Kalim -- OASIS MAKER (Lit. Everlasting Grace)
ABILITY:
Springs forth large quantities of water.
INCANTATION:
A haven within the hot sands, a never-ending feast. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4
Jamil -- SNAKE WHISPER (Lit. Snake Charmer)
ABILITY:
Hypnotizes a target. They must look into his eyes for it to take effect.
INCANTATION:
The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4
POMEFIORE
Vil -- FAIREST ONE OF ALL (Lit. Poison From a Beautiful Flower)
ABILITY:
Places a curse with a touch by specifying the conditions.
INCANTATION:
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear. The shining crown is meant for me. Fairest One Of All.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic: Episode 5
Incantation: Episode 6
Epel -- SLEEP KISS (Lit. Crimson Fruit)
ABILITY:
Places target in glass coffin and puts them to sleep.
INCANTATION:
Close your eyes, still your breath. Sleep Kiss.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6
Rook -- I SEE YOU (Lit. Arrow that Flies to the Furthest Reaches)
ABILITY:
Once cast on a target, he can pinpoint its exact location.
INCANTATION:
Come, let’s see you try to outrun me. I See You.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6
IGNIHYDE
Idia -- GATE TO UNDERWORLD (Lit. Opened Gateway to the Underworld)
ABILITY:
Opens and closes the door to the “Underworld” in STYX HQ.
INCANTATION:
Game, Set, Match. Gate to Underworld.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6
DIASOMNIA
Malleus -- FAE OF MALEFICENCE (Lit. Blessing)
ABILITY:
Casts a web of thorns and places everyone within to sleep.
INCANTATION:
Spinning wheel of fate, keep pulling the thread of disaster. As King of the Abyss, I shall bestow this upon you. Fae of Maleficence.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7
Silver -- MEET IN A DREAM (Lit. Let’s Share the Same Dream)
ABILITY:
Allows the caster to jump into other people’s dreams. Only can be used while asleep. Cannot choose the dream that is jumped to. The dreamer is indicated by a white bird-like wisp.
INCANTATION:
To the one I’ve met before, to the one I’ve yet to meet. Meet in a Dream.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7
Sebek -- LIVING BOLT (Lit. Flash of Lightning)
ABILITY:
His body becomes lightning, which allows him to move and strike like one.
INCANTATION:
Strike through the stormy heavens, O lightning!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7
Lilia -- FAR CRY CRADLE (Lit. To the Furthest Cradle)
ABILITY:
Allows the caster to play back the memory of an “object” for a short time.
INCANTATION:
All is as if it were days long past. No matter where it takes us, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Far Cry Cradle.
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7
OTHERS
Rollo Flamme -- DARK FIRE (Lit. Burning Desire)
ABILITY:
His body is wrapped in flames that he can manipulate at will. The more his foes are afraid, confused, or frustrated, the stronger his flames.
INCANTATION:
O crimson flower, scorch my soul and guide me. Dark Fire!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5
Fellow Honest -- LIFE IS FUN (Lit. Rose-Tinted Dream)
ABILITY:
Those afflicted feel more easy-going and optimistic and are more inclined to do things they wouldn’t normally do.
INCANTATION:
Come on to the theater! Life is Fun!
FIRST APPEARANCE:
Unique Magic/Incantation: Stage in Playful Land (Event) Episode 5-6
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Rare clone suggestions? I got one from the comics if you’re interested. Clone 2242 aka Cooker. He’d give Crosshair a run for his money.
I had to research Cooker for this and I absolutely adore him and you’re right he’d keep up with Crosshair no problem. But the thing that I fixated on was when he told the story of how he got his name: he liked aiming for the droid’s battery packs and watching them explode and burn…
Made me think he was a bit of a mad lad. Also made me think of an “explosion” of marigolds which is how I came to the conclusion that he needed a bouquet of flowers to shniffle at
On a related to this pic note, I’d just like to shoutout @cobaltbeam for their amazing tutorials and advice on coloring over on their Patreon. They’ve really helped me improve on coloring techniques and style, and I was very inspired by Beam’s flower crown art when I made this, so thank you for that Beam if you’re reading this!
Also thank you @gokyacetakal for sending in Cooker as a request. I’m kind of obsessed now
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DAY 3 of making the clone oc picrew
15 armor patterns in 9 colors
6 more hairstyles, 6 mouths and 7 facial hair styles
Also fought for an hour to finally put up the picrew, the app didn’t want me to upgrade to a creator
Accessories: goggles, glasses, nose bandage and flower crown
I am open for suggestions, requests and ideas
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