#spicy crosshair

[starrylothcat]

Handful

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-Shot

Summary: You drive Crosshair wild in your new dress. 2300 words.

Warnings: Smut. Smutty smut smut. NSFW 18+. Minors DNI. Established relationship, consensual PiV sex. Crosshair is an ass man.

Everyone is Happy on Pabu AU. (Yes, Crosshair is rescued and on Pabu. Yes, Tech and Phee host weekly family dinners. Yes, everyone is alive and happy)

Author’s Note: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. This is pure debauchery. I have no excuse.

I wrote this kind of fast bc I had to get it out of my drafts (aka purify myself of thots) so I apologize for any errors or weirdness. This man is haunting me LOL. This is also in honor of sundress szn starting. (Crosshair is def an ass man, change my mind). I hope you enjoy 🙈😘

It was an exceptionally tropical and humid day on Pabu. The ocean was glass, the air devoid of any breeze to lessen the heavy humidity. The only promise of relief was coming with the setting sun as it began its descent toward the horizon.

Crosshair was sitting at your shared kitchen table, pretending to be absorbed in his datapad, sweating like a Gamorrean on Tatooine. His clothes felt too tight, too constricting. He had been feeling like this all day.

The heat wasn’t the reason he was hot and bothered, though.

It was you.

In that dress.

Crosshair’s trained eyes haven’t left your backside for one moment as you putzed around the kitchen, putting dishes away and humming an unrecognizable tune to yourself, a sheen of sweat visible on your bare shoulders and neck, exposed as your dress only had thin straps holding it up on your body.

It was a new dress, thin and flowing, perfect for a scorching day such as this. Crosshair watched intently as the material hugged and highlighted all your delicious, delicate curves. The dress framed your body perfectly, especially your ass. His desire to take you right then and there growing with every jiggle of your body under the silken fabric.

Tech and Phee had invited you over for a family dinner, a weekly tradition that started not too long after you all settled on Pabu. You had just finished making an appetizer to share and were cleaning up the kitchen, due to be over at their place soon.

You bent over to put a final plate away in a lower cabinet, giving Crosshair the perfect view of your voluptuous behind.

Now this was just unfair.

You were teasing him at this point, you had to be. He was going to wait until after dinner to completely ravage you, but his mind was already made up. Crosshair was not a patient man, not when you looked like this. He plucked his toothpick out from between his lips, silently setting down the datapad.

He advanced soundlessly, quickly maneuvering up behind you like a predator to prey.

You weren’t paying attention, standing up straight now, still absentmindedly humming a tune under your breath.

Crosshair smirked, realizing you were unaware of his presence, making what he was about to do even more satisfying.

He licked his dry lips as he reached down, grabbing fistfuls of your ass through the tantalizingly soft fabric of the dress. You yelped, startled by his sudden gropes as his body trapped yours against the kitchen cabinets.

“Cross…!” Your voice came out breathier than you intended as he kneaded his strong fingers into your supple flesh.

Oh, it was divine how you felt under his palms through the satiny material of the dress, just begging to be bunched at your waist as he fucks you into oblivion.

Crosshair let out a low growl at the thought and began leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses starting at your bare shoulder, up your neck, and to your ear, tasting the salty sweetness of your skin. “You’ve been teasing me all day with this kriffing dress…do you realize how you look?” His breath was labored, his hands now snaking up the front of your abdomen, his hips grinding into your ass.

You whined and instinctually brought a hand back to grab at his head, tugging at his silver locks, now grown back from his buzzed look when he first arrived on Pabu, free from imprisonment.

His teeth nipped at the side of your neck. “C-Cross…I’m glad you like my new dress but…” You couldn’t help but let out a gasp as his fingers began playing with your nipples through the dress. A wave of fresh desire rushed through him as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, spurring him on further.

“…if you keep this up we are going to be late for dinner…”

“Dessert before dinner never hurt anyone.” Crosshair’s voice was a husky whisper, becoming more desperate to feel your curvaceous ass against his hips as he pounds into you.

You were turning to putty under his touch as your head lolled back against him, his fingers expertly rolling your now-hardened nipples.

“They can wait. Wrecker will be late, anyway.” He grunted, his lithe body grinding harder against you, knowing you were giving in.

Crosshair grasped your waist, stepping back slightly and spinning you around to face him. His expression was intense, his eyes wandering up and down your body.

“I was going to wear this dress to dinner.” You breathed, a coy smile on your lips, your eyes now hooded with want as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to you.

Crosshair pinched your hips, a smug expression flashing across his face. “Not anymore.”

He pinned you again against the counter, this time his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss, his hands once again groping up your ass through the dress. Crosshair groaned into your mouth as he bunched up the material, slipping his hands up under the fabric. His calloused palms squeezing and roaming up and down your backside was igniting you with lustful yearning, your blood boiling and skin impossibly hotter in the already sweltering heat. You needed to feel him, too.

Your hands shot down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it without looking. Crosshair smirked against your now swollen lips, removing his hands from their fervid exploration of your supple behind to help remove his belt.

Once the belt was off, you tugged down his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the ground as he stepped out of them, kicking the discarded clothing to the side. You saw how hard he was, precum beading at the tip of his swollen cock, showing you just how much he wanted you, needed you.

“I’m going to fuck you in this dress.” He muttered, his pupils blown with lust, his voice dangerously deep. “The way your ass looks…fuck, I’m going to make a mess of you, doll.” Crosshair’s hands quickly maneuvered under your dress again, practically ripping your panties off you, tugging them down past your thighs.

Before you could respond, he rubbed his fingers over your now wet and aching core through the dress, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your body. Crosshair’s mouth was hot on yours again, groaning as the fabric dampened under his fingertips. The material provided mouth-watering friction against your sensitive bud as his fingers worked magic over your cunt. You couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan at the sensation.

“That’s right…so wet for me…” He panted, increasing the pressure and movement of his fingers as you writhed against him, relishing in how your pussy felt through the delicate fabric. Your lips crashing together again, his free hand back to feeling up your ass through the dress, lost in everything that was you.

You grasped his hard length with your hand, the other digging into his bicep, giving him a few slow pumps over his velvety flesh as his tongue roamed your mouth. A deep growl left his chest, bucking into your hand.

Crosshair’s fingers continued their ministrations, and you could feel your release approaching, the front of your dress now soaking. “C-cross I’m…”

Your voice was hoarse, Crosshair’s lips devouring yours so ferociously you could barely think, his fingers increasing their pace of rubbing your clit through the dress. Your knees buckled, squeezing his length as you cried out against his lips, your orgasm rushing over you. Crosshair swallowed every mewl and cry that left your throat, feeling you fall apart against him. Your hand left his cock, both hands now gripping his shoulders to keep you from falling. Crosshair pulled away, breaking the kiss, both of you breathless and sticky with sweat.

“I’ll have to wear this dress more often.” You gasped, his mouth now on your neck again, biting and licking every square inch he could, his bare cock pressing up against you. Crosshair chuckled darkly against your neck.

“Yes, you should. But only for me.”

Without warning, he hauled you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as carried you to the bedroom, dropping you down onto the bed.

Crosshair tossed off his shirt, wild with lust. He was on you in an instant, his hands and mouth everywhere. No part of you was left untouched by him, squeezing, fondling, rubbing. He was rutting against you, spreading his precum on your dress, adding to the already large wet spot on your front. The feeling of the exquisitely soft and thin fabric against his cock was sending him into overdrive, needing himself in you now, to feel your softness without any barrier.

“Hands and knees. I want to feel your ass as I fuck you, watch you take me. Is that okay, doll?” He hissed into your ear, moving up and off of you. You nodded, his words causing pure arousal to burn through your veins. “Y-yes…” You obeyed, offering yourself to him, sticking your ass in the air as you settled on your forearms.

He kneeled behind you, sliding the dress up just enough to show him your perfect ass and pussy. “You’re gorgeous like this, all for me.” He drawled, rubbing the tip of his swollen cock at your entrance, shuddering at your slick folds waiting to be filled by him.

You moaned softly, trying to press back into him. “Crosshair, please…” You begged, needing to feel him inside you. He continued to rub against your entrance, teasing you. “Tell me how badly you want me…” He groaned through gritted teeth, positioning himself at your entrance, not able to hold back any longer.

“Crosshair, I need you, please…please fuck me…” He let out a dark chuckle, hearing the shake in your voice, the want for him. His chuckle turned low sigh as he sank into you, inch by inch, your walls tight around him, almost overwhelming him with the sensation.

“That’s…my girl…” He uttered as he rolled his hips slowly, pulling out almost completely and pushing back in as far as he could go. Crosshair did this a few times, relishing in how you felt, in how you looked. Your dress was messily bunched up around your waist, just as he imagined. His hands roamed up and down your ass and hips, squeezing, massaging, worshipping, savoring in all that was you.

Maker, he needed you, more than you’ll ever know. He craved you and your softness. You were the one to help him pick up the pieces after his imprisonment, showing him kindness and forgiveness he didn’t think he deserved.

Crosshair wasn’t the best with words, but at least he knew he could show you how much he cares, how much he hungers for you, how much he fiercely loves you.

“I told you-“” Crosshair stuttered out as he increased his pace, “-I’d make a mess of you.” He watched as your hands desperately tried to find purchase in the bed sheets, your cheek pressed into the bed, hips being held up by his strong hands, your knees trembling and eyes screwed shut in euphoria.

With every snap of his hips, your body spasmed with white-hot pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into you. Your back arched as he hit that special spot inside you, your breath hitching with every devastating thrust, ripping moans from your throat.

Crosshair was losing any semblance of control as he watched you completely come undone beneath him. With one hand digging into your hip, he snaked the other underneath your dress, rubbing at your clit with practiced ease, causing you to see stars as you tried to match his thrusts. “I’m - ah so close…” You managed to sputter out, completely succumbing to him and the pleasure he was giving you.

Crosshair could feel your climax approaching, your walls fluttering around his cock as his fingers rolled and rubbed your sensitive clit, his thrusts not slowing down as he felt his own end rushing toward him.

One, two, three more expert circles of his fingers and you were cumming hard, clenching around him, your body shaking as you cried and sobbed out his name over and over.

Crosshair wasn’t far behind, watching the bounce and wiggle of your ass with each thrust, his hands roaming again as he came undone, cursing and grunting your name through his clenched jaw. He pushed in as deep as he could, giving you all that he had. Your body was weak, the shockwaves of your orgasm still pulsating through you as his thrusts slowed.

Crosshair’s chin dropped to his heaving chest, pulling out of you slowly. You lay down on your stomach, catching your own breath, your dress sticking to your sweaty skin, completely spent. Crosshair laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms. He pressed his face into your neck, listening as your ragged breaths slowed, trying to regain control of his heartbeat, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

Crosshair lifted his head, gazing at your flushed face. You gently ran your fingers over his tattoo, cradling his head in your hands. He kissed you, gently this time, his lips slow against yours. You melted into his kiss, loving the tender side of him that he only reserved for you.

“Help me out of this dress?” You whispered. Crosshair pulled away, a smug look returning to his face. “Who says I’m done with you in it?” He rolled himself on top of you, kissing you again, more passionately. You traced his back muscles with your hands, feeling him shiver under your touch.

You were definitely going to be late for dinner.

@wanderer-six @mylifeisactuallyamess

[freesia-writes]

I'm lobbing this right back to your ask box, because the questions were great, and I'd love to know your answers!

Ok. So. If someone wanted to read your works…

Which do you think is your best piece and why? You can split the answer into short and long fics if you want. 😜

Which do you think is your most delicious, sexy, satisfying piece of smut?

Which do you think has the most intimate/immersive POV of a character, like really takes you in their heart and mind and makes you feel what they feel? Takes you on the ride with them?

And which one do you think everyone should read? I know, choosing one is torture. 😉😘

I should be going to bed right now but my brain is a steam engine and this train of thought is CHUGGIN. 😂 So. Since you had such amazing answers for your own...

Which do you think is your best piece and why?

Honestly... Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt, the Hunter x OC longfic that I worked on for 9+ months, because it's intricately cohesive, intentionally structured from start to finish, and amazingly enriched with fanart, mood boards, and other stuff that makes it completely immersive. I'm really proud of it. 🥹 It's got plot twists but doesn't leave the reader feeling stupid (*coughTBB*), has fully developed and very unique characters that are also relatable (I hope), and I think (and have been told, lol) that the characterization of the Batch is dead-on and their family dynamics are absolutely delightful. It feels weird to speak freely about its strengths, but we should be able to do that without it being braggy. So, it's amazing in a lot of areas and definitely needs work in others (like me, ha).

Which do you think is your most delicious, sexy, satisfying piece of smut?

*dons monocle to consult @spicy-clones master list*

Shoot, I guess I have to say Sharp Edges, the Crosshair x Reader longfic I wrote with @lightwise. There are quite a few smut scenes, but what makes it fantastic is that it starts off hot and shallow, then evolves and deepens in areas beyond just the physical to lead to a really satisfying climax (hahaha). And it's a really good story -- after all, when you get two author brains on a project, it's that much better! Tons of character development, funny dialogue, and an excellent fix-it ending. 😉

Which do you think has the most intimate/immersive POV of a character, like really takes you in their heart and mind and makes you feel what they feel? Takes you on the ride with them?

I guess I'm gonna be really redundant here... The Hunter one, because readers experience the story through his eyes (where other works are from a reader, OC, or omniscient POV). So they were hopefully just as surprised as he was at sudden plot twists, but I also tried to add just enough detail and subtle lil winks to the reader to "let them in" on some of the secrets so that they could feel shrewd and insightful without just having it all out there plainly so Hunter's the only one and the rest of us are rolling our eyes and smacking our foreheads at him the whole time. 😜 I mean, there was some of that too. 😂

And which one do you think everyone should read?

If the two pitches above for Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt didn't seal the deal, then that one is lost beyond redemption. 😜 So I have two shorties...

This Pets 4 Vets story featuring Jesse is long enough to create some chemistry, have some funny ups and downs, and enjoy a satisfying connection at the end (and some hot bangin' in the bonus chapter, LOL). I love the trope of being let in by someone who hides behind a front and this one was really enjoyable that way.

And lastly, this Tup x Reader keeps coming to mind. Idk why, but it's playful, awkward, satisfying, and sweet. The dialogue prompt was "Don't ever do that again! ...you have no idea what it does to me." And it involves his hair, surprise surprise. 😉 PLUS, I love writing "the boys", whether it's the Batch or the 501st, cause those dynamics seem to really enrich the whole thing.

Thanks for letting me ramble. 💕

AND FOR ANYONE ELSE READING, hahah, I feel like I write almost the same trope over and over, so if you have some requests that you'd like to hear in my style, but are different in content than my usual stuff, drop em in my asks!

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Unhinged Asks

Random collection of things folks have asked me, and proof that the fuck-around-and-find-out chart exists with me (you know who you are <3 ). These include sfw and nsfw things that, apparently, may or may not be Star Wars related.

Remember, my asks are always open and dms always welcome!

Shower Prep - Who leaves the shower in a towel, fully dresses, or with nothing at all!

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair

Cody, Wolffe, Gregor, Howzer, and Fox

The 501st

Bed Sheet Choices - TBB - Which sheet aesthetic would the boys and Omega choose?!

Spicy Sounds - TBB (nsfw) - Which of the boys is the most, uh, vocal

Ice Cream Truck! - random fun - Where do they come from? How do they come from?

Places for Alone Time - TBB (nsfw) - Where do the batchers prefer to enjoy their alone time?

Bath Time - TCW (very loose nsfw?) - Shower/bath/lake for Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor

Drunk, Kiss, Date, Marry, Punch

Wolffe, Tech, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker - no warnings beyond my own unspoken wants

Fives, Echo, Droidbate, Cutup, Heavy - no warnings

Bariss, Kix, Wrecker, Rex, Padme - no warnings

Hibachi with TBB and loads more - This was just good fun

Cowgirl Preferences - Rex, Wolffe, Gregor, Howzer, Cody - Spicy/smut adjacent

3 Clones, 1 Speeder - Gregor, Wolffe, Rex - no warnings

Woffe's Secret Kink - No. this is not safe for work. I mean...if that wasn't blatantly obvious. This man sexy as hell and I'm not gonna try to control that

Boxers, Briefs, Boxer Briefs, or Commando - TBB - I mean, sfw unless you're weird about this?

Nudity Comfort Level - preference to be clothed or not

501st and 104th - implied spicy stuff but nothing explicit

Fox, Cody, Mayday - implied spicy stuff but nothing explicit

Spicy Preferences - Gregor, Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer - decidedly nswf

Piercings - Tbb, Rex, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Mayday, & Cody - most sfw, though one piercing is a bit private and another is multipurpose

Bearded Thoughts - Aside from my own mildly thirsty comments, sfw

Vacationer Types - TBB - What roles do the boys embody when on vacation (and how do they react to an inquisitive SO) - SFW

Hit me up with random thoughts!

[thora-sniper]

It was so hard to pass by one reference so despite it's OC and Sniper Sunday I'm here with new pack of traditional sketches of the initial composition of squad Clone Force 99.

Choose your boy or take them all as a present 🥰

[inthemiddle0feverywhere]

This is my favorite face of Crosshair XD

Like how your eyes even do that bb??

[littlemissmanga]

What Are You Wearing?

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

W/C: 400 (lazy writing)

Rating: R, 18+ (no spice but pretty close)

A/N: I started this months ago but apparently never finished it. Whoops! So here it is :D

It's set in S3, EP 6+7 (Infiltration and Extraction), so very slight season 3 spoilers. Divider by @stars-n-spice

While at Teth, you decide to use Rex’s offered hospitality to finally wash your grimy clothes. But finding yourself without anything to change into, you steal Crosshair’s blacks. Just the top, though, as the bottoms don’t fit. It comes down just long enough to hit your mid-thigh.

Your clothes should be done, so you make your way across the base, not noticing several pairs of eyes following you.

You do, however, notice when Crosshair cuts across your path, glowering at you.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh, my clothes are in the wash, so I had to borrow your blacks. Sorry, but my stuff should be done now. I was just on my way to grab them now.”

“Pants?”

“Yeah, in the wash.”

“No. From my blacks.”

You glance down at your bare legs. “They’re back on your bunk.”

“I’m aware. Care to tell me why?”

You shrug. “They wouldn’t stay up. The shirt is long enough, anyway. It’s fine.”

Crosshair grabs your arm, his grip firm but not tight enough to hurt.

“No. It isn’t.”

He drags you to one of the empty back rooms, pressing you against the door once it closes behind you and making you shiver.

“Wanna tell me why it isn’t fine, kitten?” he asked, nipping harshly at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Cause – oh, fuck!” you hiss as his knee comes up to press firmly against your core. But when you try to rock against him, he stops you, demanding his answer. “Cause everyone could see.”

Crosshair growled and pulled you along his thigh, making you writhe on him. “Everyone did see. Saw their eyes track you across the damn room.”

It always surprised you when Crosshair’s jealousy got the better of him, but it never failed to light you up.

You nuzzle into his neck, pressing your tongue against his pulse point until his grip on your hips starts to feel like it’ll bruise.

“They didn’t see everything. That’s just for you.”

Crosshair’s kiss is demanding and all-consuming. His lips dance over yours, forcing them to give beneath his, before he bunches the fabric of his shirt at your sides, teasingly pulling his hands up slowly.

“That’s right. Now show me what’s mine.”

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[cloned-eyes]

I had to make another version with his tats on display

sorry not sorry

[ahsokathegray]

So Crosshair totally whimpers on Ventress’s strap, right? RIGHT?

[eatommo]

Showgirl [c.f.99] {kd3}

Sixty nine/public sex/pet play

Cw: technically poly!batchxreader, but definitely hunter centric (this time ;)), voyeurism, sex on the marauder, definitely taking liberties on public, oh well, oral sex(both rec), fingering, spanking, dirty talk, cucking? If you squint?, calls reader the ships pet, light pet play, mando’a

It wasn’t rare to be the center of attention when you were on a long haul trip in hyperspace. Shamelessly you’d be passed from bunk to bunk, happily obliging and satisfying each member of the Bad Batch one at a time.

It was rare to get all of them together at once. This time though, Hunter started by kissing you and stripping you in front of the others. At first it started softly, like maybe he just was in need of some affirmation or affection, but soon his tongue was licking at your teeth and the kiss turned starved.

He suckled on your lips, nipping and licking, filthy sweet kisses that made your head spin and nearly forget you had an audience, until you’d hear a crass command from Crosshair keeping you in check, not exploring Hunter’s body with your hands. His heightened senses couldn’t take a lot of teasing, so you treaded lightly, throwing your head back to look at the four boys waiting patiently for their turn with the ships favorite pet.

Hunter guides you to a nearby bunk, keeping the screen drawn open, “Sit on my face mesh’la”. You begin to protest, not sure if you have room to fit in the space in that position, but he pushes his pants down, freeing his achingly hard cock as it throbs and rests against his muscled abdomen, the tanned skin flushed purple at the tip.

Maker, he’s so beautiful, your mouth is watering at the sight alone, shyness melting away at the promise of a good time. You maneuver into the bunk space, finding it surprisingly spacious but still having to bend over slightly to fit, your mouth within a foot of his aching member. You lower your hips closer to his mouth, allowing him to lick a few small teasing stripes.

You hear Tech speak up, “He said to sit.” You huff, sensitive but desperate all the same, and let yourself sit fully upon his mouth. He presses deeper against you, using his tongue lick and tease your swollen clit.

He slaps your ass, the sting mixing delightfully with the pleasure as he teases your entrance with a finger. You bend down further, looking up and making eye contact with Echo, as you place small feather light kisses across the shaft of Hunter’s cock.

He twitches beneath you, always so sensitive, you blow cool air across the trail of saliva and watch as the muscles in his thighs tighten at the sensation. In response, he slowly works two fingers into your heat, targeting the spot which makes your vision white with the precision of a marksman. Distantly you hear hums of approval from your audience as your legs begin to shake, your ears feel hot and you act on primitive instinct sucking the head of Hunter’s cock.

The reality of people watching under such controlling circumstances singing to your need to please, truly taking Hunter down further, working slowly and swallowing around him until your nose is brushing against his balls with each movement.

He strokes your clit in tight expert circle, and you begin to feel the pressure building in your belly. He crooks his fingers into time with the bobbing of your head, and the way his hips start to push off the mattress you know he’s also chasing his release.

You still your movements, and allow his hips to fuck up freely into your mouth, blinking back tears and he nudges the back of your throat with every thrust. You can feel the stutter of his hips, as his mouth stops its ministrations briefly to allow a flow of curses, partially muffled against the heat of your center as he cums filling your mouth with his salty seed and faltering short thrusts.

You swallow, looking up at the room hoping for a satisfied audience and instead you’re greeted with another thick cock inches from your mouth. Wrecker you realize, had stood up from his chair and his patience has expired, he waits for you to part your lips as Hunter begins to tease your clit once again.

[thora-sniper]

When there are some AU mixed in one image I don't know what to say about this.

Just wanna wish you Happy Spicy New Year!

[magicandmundane]

Me, doing a short hike: Man, this kinda sucks. I don’t really enjoy hik—you know what? If Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair can go running up Mount Tantiss in full armor, I can walk up a spicy hill with a water bottle.

*’Lockdown’ (from the soundtrack) intensifies*

[aynavaano]

You: Hunter, can you bring some sweets for me when you are out getting supplies ?

Hunter: Yes Ma’am.

You: Oh…

Crosshair: OHHH. So that’s what you two have been up to.

Tech: It is not unusual for people in positions of power to have a desire to submit.

Crosshair: Speak for yourself. Hunter, clean the fresher.

Hunter: *huffs* that’s NOT how it works.

[burningfieldof-clover]

And now: Crosshair

Now we all get the impression he’s cold and probably wouldn’t even be a lover. Sex is just a thing he does because he got bored of his hand. He’s no stranger to a quickie in a bathroom or some strangers apartment. He doesn’t even wait for them to fall asleep before he leaves. He doesn’t lie to the person, he’s very upfront that it’s just sex. This is for him, not them. Most people are super attracted to him so they’d take what they can get.

But the one time he thought it was business as usual, it was not. You were the dominant one the first time the two of you had sex and it jump started something in him, something he didn’t know he’d like. He likes being the sub, a lot. He would do anything to find you again and let that happen more than once. He felt too shy to ask to switch roles, but when he did he was so impressed with your versatility. You listened to him, he listened to you. It was what he thought sex never was—a connection. Once he learned what it was, he definitely became more dominant because he doesn’t do connection. He tried to convince himself it was just sex again.

He kept failing though. While sex was just a pure basic need, animalistic even, he never wanted this. He tried sleeping with other people. He got as far as getting naked with them, but would just leave. It wasn’t going to be as fun with them as it was with you.

The last time he tried with someone else, he found himself crawling back to you. He argued with himself the whole trip. He tried to force himself to stop following this path.

That night nobody was a dom or a sub. You both spent hours kissing and talking, not even touching each other remotely sexually. When you both did finally engage, it was exposing to him what sex could have been all along.

He went from cold and selfish to warm and open. He affectionately switches between dom and sub and most of the time it’s on his own terms. He prefers privacy, usually with a bed but he could take you ANYWHERE and it would be just as special.

[cloned-eyes]

*giggles in crosshair simp*

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 9]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint). This one gets a li'l spicy if you know how to read between the lines; also both angsty and fluffy. Should know the drill on my use of Mando'a, italics and my headcanons by now if you’ve been following along with the AU series this far. Star Wars and real-world swearing. Implied use of One Bed Trope in regards to how and where Hunter slept. Body worship (centered for Hunter; Hunter’s body worship for Reader is a touch more… poetic so it is easy to apply to all sorts of fem-coded Readers 🩷). Consent and boundaries are sexy, folks!

Along with more vague references to Med!Reader’s past, which are up to the imagination of you the reader, there’s mention of Hunter’s war service, both canon and fictionalized just for the purpose of the fic. Brief and vague allusions to the experimentation of all members of CF99 at the hands of the Kaminoans and the “really bad mission” Omega mentioned that Tech knew more details of but it’s kept vague so it’s not explicit and gory [I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea even for the age rating]. References to Hunter’s nightmares about Plan 99 and a strong implication of a *panic attack. Medic!Reader shows off a little more of why she’d be nicknamed a JOAT-med by helping Hunter through it in a healthy way; we don’t diminish feelings here.

Stuff starts getting more lighthearted after Wrecker pulls the third verbal “sorry, wrong comms!” moment of the series. Domestic!Clones content kicking off, be still my heart~

Word-count: 6,260

"Good morning…" The husky croak of the sergeant's morning-voice found itself unexpectedly in the shell of the woman's ear in the morning, both tangled up with the other so comfortably it felt deliberate. Nothing about right now suggested that hesitancy to scooch up beside her on the mattress so she could tend to that headache Hunter developed last night. How, this time, he'd been the one to fall asleep under her hands. His head, free of the bandana he'd tied too tight, settled on the tops of her thighs, his curled brown hair spilling freely across her lap as she'd massaged his head. 

"Mmm… Morning, handsome."

Handsome indeed… and she thought him resting on his stomach, resting his eyes for just a little… a minute more, mesh'la on the comfortable nest of bedding and pillows on the mattress top last night was something. (The unconscious way he'd found and swaddled the medic's Tooka doll named in memory of her first pet when she was still awake was nothing short of adorable, for certain.)

In the youthful hours of the new day that bare, warm skin in the light of the early morning sun glowed. Like each well-muscled limb was painted in grand, sweeping brushstrokes with nothing but courage and strength and love. The broad nose that scrunched up when he smiled, really smiled, when he had removed himself from participating in the antics of his brothers and sister in favor of watching it unfold before him for a change so he could drink those moments in forever; precious and happy and just for him. The solid, heavy hands that have grown so equally familiar with being tender now nearly a year after the end of the Clone Wars that it was just as natural as the weight of a DC-17 curled in his fingers. The warm amber shine where the curls of his hair caught and clung to that sunlight. 

And those tourmaline eyes. There were no traces or echoes of the torment they've witnessed beneath half-lidded and heavy, lazy and slow blinks as he looks at her in turn. There's only stability and serenity in this moment. A moment where "live to fight another day" has been traded for "I fought for another day to live… and Maker, is it a good one". There was only warmth. Adoring doe-eyes. 

A sleeping hunger that was starting to rear a curious head with the warm hand hiked around her waist, just barely under the hem of her shirt, slipping lower, under one of her thighs now. "Wo-woah, easy there," Hunter hummed reassuringly, the gritty snag of that syllable an answer to the high squeak of surprise, "I should have asked; sorry. Just trying to move your leg in a more comfortable position. May I?" 

"Oh, that's fine; your hand was just warmer than I expected," she giggled softly, her heartstrings tugged by how tenderly Hunter guided his hand around the soft, gentle curve of her thigh and so easily shifted her leg draped just over his hip so that her knee was now gently planted into the outermost edge of his own thigh. "Strong, too..." 

Strength. She'd heard some stories of his missions alongside his brothers of course, the reverential and awed retellings from Wrecker in particular. What was the saying again? Strong enough to rip the ears off a gundark? That ferocity that made even some ARCs and particularly battle-hardened brothers look at the copper tops with sympathy because breaking Clankers with nothing but a vibroknife and your bare hands is considered a sure suicide to the Clone brothers they of CF99 occasionally called "Regs". 

But there was this unorthodox brother who was doing just that and coming out on top every mission. Old and pale, slightly pinkish cross-hatching scars could be found as evidence of these reckless escapades and wild military exploits along each of his knuckles. There were some newer scars and scuffs in the mix, too. Evidence of violence out of necessity's sake for the safety and survival of his vode. 

Evidence of violence out of choice in fighting against the choking oppression of the Empire. 

In a breathy voice, [____] asks Hunter if she can take a closer look at the hand half-tucked in the space between his ear and shoulder on the spare pillow beside her own. There's something she had been messaged about by Tech when she tried asking what that incident during the war was Omega had alluded to on the Marauder before they made it back to the spaceport city they all called home the day Hunter had been injured. 

That felt like both a long, long time ago and only last week.

Sure enough. The little patch of ripping, slashed scar tissue across the back of his left hand. Almost naked to the untrained eye due to its age. Perhaps three years old at most, given the duration of the Clone Wars.

"Tech tell you about it?" 

"Only that it exists." [____] answers with a note of somberness. "Not the story." 

The husky note of the hum resonating from the sergeant's chest would have been charming and cute under different circumstances. The difficult look in his eyes and tight swallow of his throat as he too looked at this old trophy forever etched in his flesh said a lot. 

"He… may not wish to tell you this tale, my friend. It's not an easy memory for any of us to dwell on."

"It was bad, wasn't it? Your brothers - just Tech, really - suggested that this is only spoken of as a hellish nightmare. That Omega knows… only a small part." Her steady thumb swept over the scar smoothed with time when she spoke, careful to watch his face, the telltale tensing of his lower jaw that always came before the deep breath. When it started with the faint movement of working his jaw she stopped him, gently reminding him that he didn't have to budge his boundaries for her. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want me to know… I just have a habit of saying the things I think out loud, sometimes. Comes with the profession after so long…"  

It was up to him to divulge the story. Just because they were beginning to get more personally involved now didn't make her privileged to such things at the drop of a helmet. They hadn't even put a name to it yet; just calling each other relatively general, plain little pet names for the time being. Beautiful. Handsome. Sweetheart. 

So it surprised her when he swallowed tightly once more and pressed that broad nose to her carotid artery just deep enough she could feel and time her own pulse in her neck if she wished. The warm breath that ghosted over the delicate and bare canvas of her skin was a touch pleasant and unsettling as Hunter decided he'd say something. His low and smoky voice sounds like the rolling waves of the ocean so close to her ear. "It was my first mission since my training was completed on Kamino… the first taste of the battlefield where I had to put my, uh…" 

"Your 'skill sets'?" she offered softly. No harsh connotations of mutations or enhancements or the like in those two words. As hoped, it helped.

"... Had to put my skill sets to the test for the first time beyond the controlled scenarios of the training ranges and instruction rooms. There was a roller; ah, that'd be a droideka…" he paused, clarifying the slang.

Death-balls. The words of an innocent farmer from another time, another planet, another health center, rang in her ears with the memory of the sharp scream of a zippered body bag being pulled open to follow the chilling last words and a desperate effort to resuscitate her patient. 

"Those death-balls trampled my nysillin crops and I was trying to stop them and- Miss, I don't feel so good. Everything's cold…"

Hunter's dark eyes squeezed closed, brows snapping, screwing hard against the retelling. "I slipped past one's shield and tried to plant a droid popper, but… the next thing I remember is Tech's - or Crosshair's or Wrecker's - bare hands covered in blood up to the wrist and so much pressure, deep in my side. Woke up once to someone holding me down in an improvised bacta tank… It's all so hazy beyond that, now." The hand he'd moved to her hip after hoisting her leg into a new position by the gentle curve of her thigh squeezed firmly for just a moment in the murky memory. 

"S-shit…" In his side? Like that farmer she'd struggled to hold together… That sour copper tang that took hours to scrub herself of… "S-stop. I'm sorry I asked. Made you think about that. Shit, I'm so-" 

"Mesh'la…" Hunter crooned in soft rebuke, hand at her hip floating up to her cheek to brush away the threatening tears before they ever fully fell. He took a deep breath, the briney bouquet hung heavily between both of them, masking the thinned notes of antiseptic he could catch in her hair and the perfume of the gel body cleansers she kept in her fresher at home being this close. "Hey-hey, easy: I'm sorry too. I'm not the only one carrying scars and horror stories." His eyes glazed over the now faint mark on her dominant arm leftover from the time she had thought to look into the scavenger's tip about abandoned medical supplies just a planet away. 

A trip he hadn't wanted her to go through with, admittedly. 

What if the Empire caught her snooping around that rusted facility and got her? What if they had asked if someone knew she was out there, and Imperial attention sniffed them out; discovered they were still alive after the bombardment of Kamino? 

What if? What if? What if?  

He'd been grateful that Echo, ever helpful and diligent in his pursuit in the belief of doing the right thing, told [____] he expected regular check-ins while she took her personal frequency transponder and starship out there. 

"You should pack this" and a stern but kind reminder in the form of "no-no, it's a good idea but that's going to slow you down kid; get rid of that and carry only what you absolutely need when you make your ascent up the mountain to the boomtown" when he asked to inspect the supplies she intended to take the night before.  

Grateful that she listened and Crosshair made a joking half-complaint that she was checking in maybe a little too much.  

You guys should see this view, it ain't half-bad. 

>I believe you. Too bad there's no view-capture function on that comms transponder.

...

Oops sorry, hit my emergency button by mistake on some of the shale, but everything's fine!

>You sure?

Yes, Ech, I'm sure! 

*Echo

>Okay. 

...

Okay. I've made it to the facility… If you don't hear from me in say… a standard hour? 

>Good luck, kid. Hope you find what you're looking for in there. Be. Safe.

I will, Echo. Promise.  

...

Ew, so many bugs in there, I'm getting the hell out. Starting my descent down the mountain now so I'll get in contact with you when I reach my ship. Don't want to slip and fall, haha. 

>No, we definitely don't want that for our favorite medic. Take your time climbing down, kid. Should we save you a plate? It's Crosshair's night to cook. 

There were other scars she bore. Nicks from a clumsy med student with a scalpel. A faded and stretched-out patch of scar tissue from a badly scraped knee as a little girl while playing games in the schoolyard with or without friends. A mark unique to the grazing from long-range blaster fire he'd seen on many brothers of the GAR… that one made his stomach twist.

His hand shifted from the apple of her cheek, skimming over her cheekbone with the meaty heel of his hand as he moved to thread his fingers through her hair, the way he'd watched her do with Omega on a few occasions now. Not to mention that absolutely heavenly occurrence last night. The slight involuntary and shivering gasp between them drew a chuckle from them both. "Hah… Guess that works on both of my favorite girls." Hunter teased, a budding sense of accomplishment rising in his chest when [____] smiled sweetly and lifted her head off of the pillow to reposition herself closer, calmer than she'd been a moment ago. 

They were now sharing the same pillow, forehead to forehead. "Let me know when, if you want me to stop." He hoped it would be a while yet before that, the softness and health of her hair made it enjoyable, soothing, to run his fingers through, root to tip, again and again. 

He didn't think he could ever possibly get sick of doing this. Hunter had always silently admired her hair, the length, the cut, the common ways she would style it… The way the color gleamed with a soft luster like a halo, like a work of art depicting a figure of divinity in a house of worship, as the sun bloomed over the horizon and spilled in over the windowsill. 

[____] stamped a kiss somewhere above the slope of his nose, between his brows. Shifting the rest of her body so close to him that she could easily try to start something with just the right "wrong" words. (Careful darling…) "Just don't put me back to sleep. Trying to keep me home instead of opening my clinic today? And how else would I stare at your handsome face?" she hummed wistfully, the sound pleasant to his ears. 

"Would that really be so bad if you did, mesh'la?" Hunter purred in return, a smile pinching his cheeks at the idea. It sure sounded tempting to him. But [____] frowned softly, the action catching Hunter off guard just for the moment. 

"I really should open my clinic today, though, as much as I don't want to," [____] confessed selfishly, kissing her brow bone deeper into Hunter's for just a moment with a sigh, "so I'd have to get ready… eventually. But this is…" They both knew. Neither wanted their little moment together, undisturbed, to end. They might not get a lot of moments like these with the unrelenting demands of the galaxy at large. 

So close they could smell the other, limbs entangled and just beginning to tingle with improper blood circulation; so close, if they wished… 

"Your brothers will probably bombard you with questions whenever you get home." was given in a warning chuckle instead.

"Oh, you're... Probably right about that, actually." Hunter conceded after a moment of thought. Crosshair might have a select few jokes, Tech a select few prying questions, and Wrecker was a wildcard. He'd either have forgotten that Hunter hadn't been home last night, or he'd remember and just ask if he had a nice night with no intentional innuendo. Echo was much more likely to make it purposeful, but he wouldn't toe the line too much. "Might have to pull something out of the squad strategy book." Hunter said, half-jokingly.

She chuckled warmly, pulling back so his whole face was in view again, a brow buckling just so. "Strategy book, hm? Something about… oh let's see… resisting interrogation, I'd imagine?" 

He tucked a little of her hair that had fallen out of place back neatly before answering her. "Heh. Just what I was thinking of, actually. Plan 2: give them nothing." 

"Awh, don't think you'd have to go so far as to give them nothing," [____] giggled, "it's not like you couldn't talk about what we had for dinner. Or does Plan 2 really mean nothing?" 

Hunter shrugged. "It can be… flexible."

"Stars… Don't know if I should find that worrying or relieving." She held the nail of her thumb between her teeth in thought, eyebrows knitting together. "I imagine, and you don't have to tell me about any of them, a lot of these are… worrying. Scary, even." Her frown deepened with the stiff nod and forced swallow.

She had no idea.

Hunter could think of one, immediately. One prospective plan that became more frightening the longer he and his squad, now truly and undeniably his family, had survived the Clone Wars. One that became a thing of nightmares with Omega in their fold as they had evaded Imperial attention. 

A reason out of many why he hesitates to join Captain Rex's efforts regularly. 

The final plan. That plan, named in-memoriam of a brave, humble brother who lost his life in the thwarted Separatist invasion of Kamino in one final act of bravery and selflessness. 

99. 

A defective Clone who was resigned to maintenance and clean up, but still tasted war. 99 died a hero when the Kaminoans told him he'd never be a soldier. How wrong the long-necks were. They often were. Not only had Hunter made sure of it in many cases by personally sticking his neck out for his men- no not just his men, his brothers - but sometimes they had been truly lucky not to get… decommissioned if a test went wrong. They were trying to live on in 99's honor. They hoped they were making 99 proud when they'd been soldiers of the GAR. 

But the possibility of following 99's legacy; that's what haunted him, loomed over his thoughts after every near-miss or a particularly tight squeeze during the Clone Wars, and now the rising of this oppressive Empire. When he felt himself, his very soul, flickering across the boundary of life and death after the failsafe bomb primed and went off when he rounded a left-hand corner aboard that prisoner ship, he was sure he would have taken that taste of a bitter legacy. 

Those soured dreams where the darkness around him was so thick he was damn near choking on it and no one could hear him crying out for his brothers; the fear black and bold and blustering when he'd hear those damn words, and in a flash, see the clues of which vode had fallen to a fearsome foe. 

Shards of crumbling, yellow glass. A shattered, bloodied scope. The smoking and scorched, splitting helmet. A hand, outstretched, amid rubble too heavy to lift. The black-painted trooper doll, her limbs laying in weird angles after being dropped so suddenly. 

Plan 99 was a dreaded footprint to follow. Maker, he hoped they never came to need that karking plan. 

A familiar, tender hand wove through the heavy curtain of dark hair that was falling into his face the more Hunter lost himself in this swell of fear with his eyes stinging so sharply now; the careful, honeyed croon of her voice felt so… intimate. But also so, so nurturing and consoling. "Hey... It's okay; a little crying never hurt anyone. I won't judge or mock you for crying."

He could feel the hot tears on his face, dripping on the pillow below his cheek, and still he denied it in a shaken voice. "I'm not…" He wasn't sure why he did that when [____] was sweetly minding his tears. "I'm n-not-"

"You're not anywhere you need to pretend to be brave, Hunter. We all have something we're afraid of, don't we?" she asked softly, pulling him into her arms and holding him so close, chest to chest. "I know you're scared of losing your brothers and your sister to the Empire… or just in general. It's a rough galaxy out there; there's no telling what can happen." Pausing, she was careful to keep her voice calm and soothing, trying to give Hunter some time to consider what she was saying. "No telling just what you all get up to until someone's come to my clinic. It's… why I worry about my favorite group of rowdy rule-breakers, y'know? Both of us worry about your brothers and sister… in our own way for our own, but probably similar, reasons…" 

The confession is only slightly surprising to Hunter; he just nods to show he's listening as [____] continues to hold him close to her, a hand cradling his head and tousling his hair as he tries listening to his breathing or her heartbeat as instructed so he can try to ground himself. "So when Echo thought he was hailing Captain Rex, and said you'd gotten hurt, that was probably the first in a long, long time I've been quite that scared. I didn't want to lose a friend; especially to acting against the Empire." 

Hunter swallows, guilt heavy on his tongue. "I'm sorry, [____], I should have tol-"

"No Hunter," she stops him, arms tightening around his upper body, "you shouldn't have told me what the six of you planned on doing. Well, seven including Captain Rex, I guess. I… don't know how I would've taken it, in that moment. Honestly I doubt it would have been… great." She takes a moment to reassure, to comfort Hunter that yes, it's really okay if he needs to cry right now, she understands. Whatever it was he thought of scared him, and it's healthy and natural and normal to react to what scares us. She'd never tell him to man up or soldier through it. 

Silence falls over them eventually, uneasy and anxious at first; the feeling peters out with time, [____] musing her dominant hand most of all through his hair, nails grazing his scalp from time to time. 

Once again, it's just beginning to make Hunter drowsy. Hadn't been awake very long, but there's also something about anxious spells and tears that really takes it out of a lifeform. "Still have your headache from last night?" [____] speaks in a delicate voice, nails trailing from the crown of his head and through the dark brown curls of hair all the way to the ends. Stars above, it was such a divine, blissful feeling… Hunter wags his head softly, eyes beginning to flutter. 

"Oh good… good." She croons, and he can hear the smile in her voice before she warns Hunter she can't stay behind and snuggle up on the bed with him forever, but he's welcome to help himself to some breakfast before he leaves. "Can probably get away with this for about five more minutes, before I really have to go, big g-"

Fwreep! Fwreep! 

Both sat up carefully, looking at the communication devices sitting next to one another on the other side of the room. "Was that mine or your's?" Hunter asked, his voice still thick and choked with emotion exaggerating the befuddled tone. 

[____] shrugs, getting up before it trills again, and answering it for him when it does. "Don't think that was mine. My guess is it's one of your brothers realizing you aren't home. You conked out on me hard last night and I didn't want to risk waking you. Hello?"

There's an unmistakable Wrecker yawn on the other end of the communications channel. "Hey, Tech: sorry tah add to the list while you're out but- haaAWH! - whoops, sorry about tha'... Uh, Omega's nearly out of the cereal she likes and she'll be waking up soon."

[____] chuckles softly, bringing the device back over to Hunter with a kiss on the cheek as she joins him on the mattress again, Hunter slumping against her comfortably with his forehead on her shoulder. Sith's hells he was going to get those five minutes. "Good morning, Wreck! Afraid you comm'd Hunter instead of Tech."

His brother groaned, sounding apologetic through the muttering. "I swear I don't do this on purpose; these buttons are so small! S-sorry about that, Hunter… and [____]. Hope I didn't wake ya."

"Don't worry, Wrecker." Hunter said, a rumble of laughter under the reassurance. "You didn't…"

The front door of Clone Force 99's housing was just up ahead, as was the smell of caf - a very familiar, slightly bitter blend. "Good morning, Hunter," Crosshair called from the stoop. 

The same step, the same place on the right hand side, where he had sat waiting for Crosshair to come back home all night long once. 

There was a hug for him, too. Probably intended to be brief, and it was a little awkward because Hunter could tell Crosshair had been asleep not too long ago, but no less warm and familiar. "Uh, good morning to you too, Cross... What's going on?" 

Crosshair didn't really do hugs, much like Tech. 

The art gallery approach: you look, and you don't touch. 

"It's just a hug, dummy. Don't read too much into it." came the reply in a smooth, silken voice. No tone as cold as meltwater. No deliberate hiss so sharp and terse that it could cut the recipient to tears. Just… soft. Pleasant. 

"Awh. I was only gone a night, vod. Miss me that much?" Hunter needled instead in warm timbres, reminding Crosshair that while he hadn't been there for dinner because he'd gone and collected [____] from her clinic right around the end of her business hours, he had been there for lunch because she had suggested he'd want to leave. 

"Lunch-rush always stinks like a sarlacc pit that took a bath in Rhydonium fuel in this kriffing spaceport with all these starships coming and going. Don't want you getting a headache, handsome."

A brief shrug. "Nothin' we… I was gonna cry about… good for you for having a night to do something for yourself, honestly." Crosshair admitted. "Tech's back from the shops already, and starting to get grouchy, by the way." he added in warning, still stuck tight to Hunter like clingmoss. It was clear enough now that Crosshair wasn't letting Hunter go any time soon, and the gentle words of the medic came back to him. That first hug since Kaller. It had meant so much to Cross, and Hunter had believed for many months that the brotherly embrace was merely tolerated… 

"What kind of grouchy?" Hunter inquired, wondering how concerned he'd need to be. "Is he 'can't find something to do' grouchy?" Like Wrecker, Tech could get a little snippy if he didn't find something to fully satisfy the deep inset demands of his skill sets (kriff calling it their "programming"). 

Wrecker could abate the instinctual needs easily enough by cobbling together weaponry that looked like it was a wrong wire away from being a death-device or hoisting crates of medical supplies into [____]'s clinic as a way to help her out between opportunities when Hunter could find a nice, quiet little spot away from the spaceport and Wrecker could blow something up. 

It was Tech that could get tricky, surprisingly. 

"Oh he has found something to do; he's in a mood to fix things. The problem is he's run out of things to fix." Crosshair partially let go of Hunter, eyeing the door warily. "There is something I think would scratch the nerd's itch… Doc mentioned that a droid named something like "Patch" wasn't working, but she doesn't want to break the warranty." 

Hunter frowned, partly since he didn't know (or remember) anything about a broken medi-droid, and mostly because Tech was still slightly upset about the nerd jabs. Cross had agreed to tone it down over lunch yesterday. "I didn't forget. I'm not calling him that within earshot; relax, sarge." 

"Still…" Hunter warned out of habit, a sense of responsibility. "Please be careful about it?" Crosshair nodded and promised he would before he finally released Hunter, bending over to grab his mug of caf. Hunter trotted up the steps ahead of the marksman and braced himself for the barrage of questions before opening the blastdoor, his uniquely attuned sense of hearing catching the voices of the others even from outside giving him pause for a different reason. 

"Crosshair's been outside a while, think he's waiting for Hunter or is he just enjoying his caf outside for a change?" Echo, probably asking Tech this question in an attempt to distract him. 

"Ehhh… not sure. I know Hunter woulda let us know if he wasn't comin' back home yet. First time he's done something jus' for 'imself in a while. Ma-maybe ever? Without worrying about one'a us, too, I hope…" Wrecker, sounding a little somber.

(Oh, vod… that now made two comments on doing something for himself.)

Seizing a perceived opportunity, Crosshair cheekily hit the key to the blastdoor and used a single hand to all but frog-march Hunter into the house ahead of him with a mischievous laugh. "Quit stalling, Hunter! Not polite to go eavesdropping on your siblings." Put right in Wrecker's line of sight, his protesting vod was finally released only when Crosshair knew there was no escape for their leader-brother, unless Hunter vaulted over the sofa in a desperate bid to escape that crushing embrace sure to come, what little was left of his tender, healing injuries be damned.

Wrecker's excited bellowing would have easily woken the whole street. "HUNTER!! Hey-hey, you're back!" 

There was a loud pop from his lower back as Hunter got hoisted off the floor by the biggest of the brothers, both painful and a little relieving to have that kink worked out of his spine since waking up in [____]'s bed. "H-hey, Wrecker. Good morning to you too." Wrecker set Hunter back on his feet and gave him some space before the questions started. "Ya hungry? We've still got some stuff out that we made breakfast with."

"Or some of my cereal, since it's spice-dough and fruit pastries!" Omega offered from the table in the breakfast nook before stuffing a spoon in her mouth. 

Hunter shook his head with a little smile. "Thank you guys, but I'm not hungry. Had breakfast at [____]'s place before I came home." 

Omega tossed a hand in the air at shoulder level to signify she had something to say, but just needed time to chew and swallow first. Good table manners some of the other vode needed to work on. "Did you have a nice time last night?" She broke into a wide grin at her brother's nod. "Oh good! We were kinda… not concerned, exactly, that you didn't come home last night. We didn't know you were planning on staying the night at [____]'s."

"It… wasn't exactly in the plans," Hunter admitted carefully, keeping his ears perked for any signs of laughter from Crosshair or Echo, "it just kinda happened. Ended up with a raging headache after dinner; I tied my bandana too tight before I left the house and it just caught up with me."

Wrecker looked mortified, now suddenly concerned about his earlier booming outburst. "D-do you still have the headache? Kriff, I'm sorry for being so loud, I-I didn't-" 

He was shaking his head, Wrecker falling silent. "No-no, it's okay guys," Hunter interrupted him, raising a comforting hand out to Wrecker, "it's gone. She found a way to take care of it and it ended up putting me to sleep." 

Echo chuckled softly, nodding knowingly from his mysterious and storied experience with GAR medics. "And [____] wouldn't want to risk messing with good results like a good medic, so she just let you sleep. Sometimes, it's just the easiest choice. Glad it's gone though, brother."

Hunter nodded in agreement, sighing with great relief. "Me too… Would've been a lot more uncomfortable trying to eat breakfast with Spoon trying to nuzzle her nose through every last inch of my hair." He quickly remembered that the offhanded comment wouldn't make much sense to the rest of them aside from the marksman, and Crosshair was cracking up in the kitchenette, rinsing his mug out in the sink. "Ah, so you met doc's new little Tooka friend, didja?" 

Omega's eyes were enormous with surprise and wonder at the question. "[____] has a Tooka?!" 

"Mhm." Hunter nodded, checking that his bandana wasn't tied too snug while he thought back to what she'd requested before stepping out the door to get her health practice opened for the day after kissing his cheek and teased him for being slightly prickly with the fine layer of stubble growing in. 

"Huh, guess I didn't notice you hadn't shaved in a few days… Hey, if you don't mind and you guys aren't planning on anything big today, would you mind dropping by my place around lunch and making sure she's doing okay since Spoon's still settling in? Something tells me it's not gonna be an easy day at work… Maker, thank you, appreciate it. Love you!" 

"I'm sure [____] won't mind if you come over with me when I go check on her to make sure Spoon's settling in okay around lunchtime." Hunter offered, his own grin quickly matching his sister's. There was also something else he'd noticed and wanted to show her if he could bring her over to the medic's house. "It'll be a nice break from what I have in mind for today. I'm going to check on Tech beforehand, though, excuse me." Stepping down the hall from the common room, it sounded like Tech was ambling around the bedroom he and Wrecker shared through the door. Hunter rapped his knuckles on the upper panel, then waited a moment before speaking to wait for a response. Nothing. "Tech? Can I talk to you for a moment, vod?" 

"Not in the mood…" Tech replied brusquely, locking the door. The sharp snap of the mechanism stung Hunter's eardrums, but if Tech needed some space, he'd provide it. "That's fine. Just one last question that [____] wanted me to ask: bacta-gel helping with the injury around your eye?"

His brother's voice was less stiff this time. "Yes."

"That's go-"

"And I'm taking breaks from wearing my goggles as she suggested." 

"That's good," Hunter repeated, this time without interruption before he gave the upper panel a soft pat, "I'll let [____] know. Just let us know if you need anything, hm? Leaving you be, now." He did as he promised and stepped into his own bedroom, pulling the door closed so he could change into fresh clothing for the day. 

It would mean he'd lose the smell of her home so close to him, however… well, he'll just tuck the shirt in with the rest of the laundry later, perhaps. 

Maybe he'd have to ask what she washed her sheets in, too. Each smell had been so strangely comforting and grounding; snapshots of the first time just the two of them had each other for undivided company. No patients vying for her attention. No vode to fret over with his conditioning… aside from the surfacing thought of that plan when [____] correctly speculated some of these "plans" were far cries from humorous and... 

No, that was enough. 

>Tech says the injury around his eye is doing better thanks to the bacta-gel. Hope you have a better day than you're expecting at your clinic, mesh'la. 

He set things aside on his desk for the time being and set his bed back in order after getting redressed. Or, would have. "Kriff… have the sheets always been that thin?" There was a muffled laugh from the wall he shared with Crosshair. "Finally noticed?" came the amused drawl. 

Hunter simply sighed before balling up the threadbare top sheet and tossing it aside once he stripped it from the bed. "...yeah. Guess I… thought it wasn't as bad? I dunno." he admits, shrugging even when Crosshair wouldn't be able to see it with a physical wall between them. 

"We're buying you new sheets once you figure out what color we're painting your room so things match up." 

"Hah! Nothing to figure out," Hunter laughed, hearing Cross pause in fixing up his own bed, "pretty sure I know what I want." 

Crosshair scoffed sharply at the playful tone, returning the sentiment in kind before the habitual slip-up. "Keep your secrets then, Hunter. Wouldn't be the first ti- shit." A groan of frustration with himself seeps past Crosshair's lips.

Kriff that crumbling mental wall between them, Hunter was not having it anymore and tearing the rest of it down. Cross was of a similar mind, clearly, as each of them knocked into one another stepping out of their respective rooms. 

"Oh Maker-" Echo moaned, the mug of caf in hand falling away from his face just as he was about to have a drink, "really? Don't tell me you're arguing through the wall again!" 

"We're not!" The marksman and tracker spoke in unison before Crosshair grabbed Hunter by the collar and shoved him back into his room, shutting Hunter's door. 

Omega, finished with breakfast but still sitting at the table, and now pouring over the pages of paint samples for the fifth time, just smiled softly to herself. "Mm…"

Echo grumbled with confusion, seating himself on the sofa. "What's with them?" 

Wrecker shrugged. "... don't sound like arguin'." 

"They're probably talking about what happened after Kaller and before your chips were removed." Omega hypothesized, moving to rest her cheek in her hand as she continued to turn the pages, looking at the selection of greens and blues. More to herself, she just murmured an emphatic "karking finally…!" under her breath with a little smirk. 

"Heard that," Echo chuckles warningly at first, but before long it's too genuine to be an act, "but I think that "karking" is more than warranted, so just this once, we won't tell our vod." he adds with a wink as Wrecker begins to laugh himself silly hearing Omega swear.

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Grace (Crosshair x Fem!OC)

Chapter Three: Slice of Life

Rating: Explicit!

Content: Fluff and smut! First-Person Narrative, with rarely-named OC (can be read as x reader if so desired) Post-empire Crosshair. More CatDad!Crosshair/Domestic!Crosshair. Exactly what the title is, a little slice of life.

Wordcount: ~3k

A/N: I barely proofread this smut so if you see errors, dm me. No Beta reader this chapter sooooooooooooo....

If you skipped Ch2 because you wanted to avoid the TW or you just hated it? (idk) Crosshair and Cerri adopted a tooka together. The tooka's name is Kit but Crosshair refers to her as their 'baby' around his brothers, this fic picks up directly from there.

Soundtrack: Strawberry Blonde - chloe moriondo

Previously...

Chapter One: Dive Bar...

“There’s a baby?” Hunter asked nervously.

“No–” I tried to cut in, but everyone started talking over each other:

“Keep your ears to yourself,” Crosshair hissed at his brother.

“There’s gonna be a baby?!” Omega jumped up and down excitedly, patting my stomach. Crosshair started to sweat a little, a flush coming to his cheeks.

“No, kid–” Crosshair started to speak but was interrupted by Wrecker bolting out of his seat to wrap his arms around me and lift me up by my waist, laughing: “Oh yeah! I’m gonna be the favorite uncle!”

“Wrecker!” Hunter and Echo both shouted, bolting up out of their chairs at the dining table. “Don’t lift her by the waist!” Echo added on.

“I’m not–” Before I could finish, a pillow came flying by my head, hitting Wrecker in the face. I looked to the couch and Crosshair had another pillow in his other hand, at the ready. “Put the girlfriend and tooka down. Now,” he growled.

“I had the assumption that Kit was the ‘baby’–” Tech shifted his goggles, but didn’t look up from his data pad.

“Kit is the baby! There’s no human baby!” I laughed. Omega’s giddiness turned to a playful pout. Wrecker put me down, looking slightly disappointed.

“Not yet anyway. No form of birth control is 100 percent and given how frequently I assume–” Tech stopped speaking to dodge the pillow Crosshair threw at him. After Crosshair and Hunter exchanged a few quips about “little Crosshairs,” everyone sat down around the caf table. Echo was leaving the next day, so most of us tried to enjoy each other's company before he left; talking and playing card games until Omega fell asleep in my lap, cuddling Kit. Crosshair sat on the floor between my feet silently while his brothers and I chatted.

I said goodnight to Hunter and the others, while Crosshair tucked Kit into her little bed. After they left, I laid out across the loveseat, and Crosshair came back out and laid down on top of me. I rubbed his back in silence, occasionally kissing his temple or forehead, depending on how his head was resting on my chest. He fell asleep after a few minutes, and I carefully reached behind my head for my book. He mumbled something, then twitched slightly. I held my book with one hand and rubbed his back with the other and he settled back into a deep sleep.

A few hours later, Kit cried from the bedroom and he startled awake, looking around for a moment. “It’s alright, I’ll get her,” I said, still rubbing his back and finishing my page. He crawled off of me and sat on the edge of the couch. I reached for him and he took my hand and kissed the palm before he stood up, leading me into the bedroom. I walked over to his side of the bed but he slipped in front of me and gently bumped me onto the bed with his hips, picking up Kit himself. He gave her a gentle kiss on her head, then spoke: “I know, she’s so slow.” I kicked out my legs to tap his shin but he dodged my playful attack. I stripped and crawled under the covers, as he took Kit into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for her.

I watched them from the bed, their silhouettes dimly lit from the little kitchen light: He was holding the little wriggling, whining form against his chest, working with the other hand to prep the formula and waiting for it to heat up. As he waited, he gave her a little kiss to the top of her head, making her cry louder from the contact. “Working on it, ad'ika,” he said. He leaned against the counter as he fed her, watching her lovingly. When she finished, he cleaned her up and brought her back into the room, tucking her back into her bed. He stripped off his clothes, picked up my clothes off the floor and dropped them in the hamper. When he started to curl back up into bed, he saw me smiling at him. “What?” He asked, adjusting his pillows. I shook my head and reached out to him. He raised an eyebrow at me, then laid down on his back next to me, pulling me into his side.

We laid in silence for a while. I looked up at him, and saw he was still awake. I tapped on his chest to get his attention: “Do you want kids?” I asked, looking up at him.

He let out a curt huff and turned his face away from me to look up at the ceiling.

I laughed lightly, “Yeah, that’s the response I expected.” I looked back at my hand, still tracing little mindless patterns on his skin.

He laid there looking up at the ceiling, rubbing my side. After a few minutes he rolled over and tangled his legs with mine, holding me close with both arms. “Ask me again once I’ve adjusted to the fact that I'm alive.” He leaned back slightly to look at me, “Do you want kids?”

“Not sure,” I said as I laid my hand flat against his chest to feel the hard thump of his heartbeat.

“Yes you are,” he said, kissing my forehead then resting his chin on top of my head. “You’re not your mother, Cerri. You’ll be fine.”

“You make an adorable father,” I looked up at him smiling.

“The one time I held a human baby I made him cry.”

“You woke him up and scared him.” I said, laughing at the memory: Crosshair walking out of the nursery holding my friend’s crying baby with a deep frown. He refused to touch the baby the rest of the night.

“He’s a little older now, I’m sure you two will get along fine. And your own baby won’t be afraid of you, so don’t use Solan as a reference.”

I laid my arm across his waist and buried my face into his chest, feeling him breathe. He started to rub my back again but after a few minutes, his breathing deepened and slowed; his arms holding me close to his chest.

I woke up again a few hours later. I kissed him twice but he was sound asleep, so I eased out of bed and took Kit with me. After feeding her, I got dressed, tucking her between my breasts in the layers of my kimono-style shirt. I made breakfast, leaving some aside for Crosshair when he woke up, then busied myself around the house. It was the afternoon when he shuffled out of the bedroom half asleep. He came up behind me while I was curled up on the couch on my datapad. He leaned over the back of the loveseat and kissed me deeply, sneaking a hand into my shirt. I laughed against his lips when I heard Kit cry, her nap disturbed by a prying hand. When he pulled away, I called him a thief as he cuddled Kit close to his bare chest and walked into the kitchen.

We spent a few hours together: went for a swim, and picked up a few things at the market. When we got back home, Crosshair settled into the loveseat while I put things away. I set aside some of his work clothes I’d washed that morning, and took care of Kit. When I walked over to him, he was laying down with his eyes closed. I leaned down to steal a light kiss as I walked by, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to lay down on top of him. Since his first night with me, naps on the loveseat before work became a little ritual: His long legs draped over the arm of the loveseat while I laid on top of him. It was the only rest either of us got that was usually free of nightmares.

I stayed up reading while I waited for him to get off work. He commed when he left, so I walked outside and waited for him to walk up the path to my house. When he got there he pulled me into a hug and gave me a kiss on the top of my head before we walked inside together. After taking off his boots, he immediately walked to where I had Kit snuggled in her blanket on the loveseat and held her close. He gave me a quick summary of his shift before I could ask how his night was.

After feeding Kit, he brought her into the bedroom and tucked her into her little bed before walking back out and laying across the loveseat. I crawled into his lap, straddling him and tucking my face into the curve of his neck. My hands made their way under his shirt, running my nails gently over his skin. He chuckled softly and pulled my hair away from my neck, kissing it gently.

“You sure?” he whispered, kissing my hairline. “Last few days have been rough.”

I nodded, “It’s been a while, I don’t want you feeling…”  I rolled my hips against him again, a hardness growing in his pants beneath me, “Neglected.”

“If I needed it, I could have gotten myself off,” He gently pulled my head away so he could look at me, “You’re not responsible for my pleasure, certainly not at the expense of your comfort.”

I sat up fully, still straddling his hips, “I want this.”

He tilted his head a little and gave me a skeptical look. I sighed and rolled my eyes, “How many days since the first time we were intimate?”

“Little over 300 rotations,” he said as he rested both his hands on my thighs.

“And I’ve always been honest with you about when I do and don’t want something.” I kissed his nose. “And right now,” I kissed his chin. “I want you,” I whispered against his lips before kissing them.

“As my princess desires then,” he said, smirking and started to sit up. I slipped from his grasp and ran towards the bedroom giggling but he caught up to me in a few long strides and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into him and walked me backwards towards the wall between the bedroom and refresher door. When my back hit the wall, his lips met mine. He lifted me up by my ass to bring my face level to his, my legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers digging into my thighs, tongues in each other's mouths. He pulled away long enough to dip down to my collar bone and kiss up my neck behind my ear. He pressed into my core, giving a teasing amount of pressure. I tilted my head back in a low moan, and I felt him smirk into my skin. He carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed.

We both completely stripped, clothes scattered on the floor around the bed. I stretched out across the bed once naked, and caught Crosshair staring down at me with a small smile. I sat up and grabbed his wrist to pull him on top of me. He settled between my legs, and went back to kissing my neck, leaning on his left elbow and letting his right hand slide painfully slowly, down to my hips. He teased my inner thighs, hip bones, everywhere but exactly where I wanted him as we made out. A few times he briefly ghosted over my folds, but continued teasing around them. I could feel myself starting to drip on the bed and got impatient. I pushed him off of me and onto his back, pinning his arms on either side of his head. I directed him to rest his head on his hands and he skeptically went along with my orders. It was my turn to tease. I gently ran my nails across his skin as I slowly kissed down his body, letting my wet folds graze across his length on occasion making him inhale sharply. I teased his nipples before making my way down his abs, kissing all the way down, leaving goosebumps all along his skin where my lips and fingers met his skin. I rested his thighs on my shoulders as I kissed everywhere but his cock. Licking up his thighs to his hip bones, kissing all around the base, taking his balls in his mouth, everything but what I knew he wanted. He could have moved his hands out from behind his head, pulled my hair, shoved my face to his cock, but didn’t. Just laid there moaning, shifting his hips whenever I tickled him slightly, breathing hard, eyes closed, with a deep flush across his face. I kissed back up his body, giving every scar a gentle kiss on my way up. I made my way back up to his neck, my pussy just an inch away from his throbbing length. I decided I’d teased him enough and finally relented, sliding my wet folds along his cock. He gasped followed by an absolutely sinful groan, grabbing my hips desperately. After teasing my clit a few times with the head of his cock, I finally slid him fully inside me. I wasted no time, his grip pacing how fast and hard he wanted me to come down on him. His muscles tensed beneath me, his panting got heavier, his grip tighter, the longer I rode him. I was absolutely drunk on the look on his face, flushed and blissed out, eyes closed. But then he stopped, shoving me down on his cock, and taking a second to breathe before he opened his eyes and shifted beneath me to reach the drawer of my nightstand. He felt around in my drawer before getting annoyed and sitting up, still keeping me firmly planted on his cock.

“I could help you if you told me what you were looking for,” I laughed when his face contorted into a more annoyed expression.

“If I’m going over, you’re coming with me this time dammit.”

“Did not take you for puns,” I said as I leaned over to look in the drawer. His hand landed on my little vibrator. “How did you know that was in there?” I asked, a little embarrassed.

“I know where all your toys are,” he said with a mischievous smirk and I shoved him back down onto the bed. “Not my fault you have shitty hiding places.”

He clicked the toy on and settled it on my clit. I threw my head back with a gasp, instinctively shifting myself so it pressed exactly where I wanted it. I felt my walls clench around his cock and he moaned. He sat back up, holding me close to him with one arm, and holding my toy against me with the other. Between him being inside me and the vibrations on my clit I didn’t last long, grinding against him as I came, forehead resting against his shoulder. He let out a breathy “fuck,” as he came himself, leaning his head against mine. After a moment of overstimulation, I took the toy from his hand and turned it off, throwing it somewhere on his side of the bed but it bounced off and there was a light thump followed by a quiet and angry meow. I gasped and Crosshair gave a small, breathless laugh. I tried to stifle any further laughter but couldn’t stop myself when Crosshair started laughing more openly himself, throwing himself back onto the bed. I carefully removed him from inside me and leaned over the edge of the bed to check on Kit. He gave my ass a sharp smack and I squealed, throwing him a dirty look from over my shoulder. He climbed on top of me, kissing my shoulder and hairline before moving Kit’s blanket to take a peek at her.

“You hit our daughter with a sex toy and now you’re dripping on my side of the bed,” he said as he slid off of me, standing on the edge of the bed. I started to ask what he was going to do about it before he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He picked me up by my waist and carried me into the refresher to get cleaned up. When we were out of the shower, the sun was turning the horizon a light gray. I curled up on my side of the bed and Crosshair shoved himself as close to me as possible, complaining of a “wet spot” on his side of the comforter. I felt around but didn’t feel anything and smiled. He just wanted his post-orgasm cuddles.

I woke up when I almost fell off the bed, Crosshair curled up into my back, arms wrapped around me and one leg draped over my hips. His breathing was soft on the back of my neck. Kit was crying softly from her little bed and I started to try to peel off Crosshair’s limbs so I could get out of bed. “No,” was all he mumbled as he pulled me closer into him.

“She needs to eat,” I whispered, still trying to undo his now death grip on my body.

“I fed her two hours ago, she’s fine.” He kissed the back of my head, “Stop moving.”

“She’s crying–”

“She’s needy.”

“So are you this morning, sir.”

He pinched my waist and I let out a little squeak.  “If I get her, will you shut up and go back to sleep?” he asked.

“Hmm. Maybe?”

He rolled over and picked up Kit from her bed and handed her to me. I cuddled her close to my neck, still laying on my side. Crosshair resumed his position, now cuddling the both of us.

“Are you two happy now?”

Kit was purring, happily making biscuits against his arm. He kissed the back of my head and gave Kit a little scratch under her chin.

“Very happy. Are you happy now?”

He shushed me. It wasn’t long before the three of us fell back to sleep.

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