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techs-goggles · 3 months ago

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I have a request! Works been rough lately, can I get a fem reader/Crosshair with “let me distract you” when he visits her during a tough shift? Love your work, thank you!

-dumfanting

The Perfect Distraction*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Crosshair X Female!Reader

word count: 2.6k

Prompts:

• “Let me distract you.”

Plot: When work is non-stop, you feel yourself overwhelmed and in need of a break. Luckily for you, your other half came at the right time.

Authors note: sorry that work has been tough lately @dumfanting 🩵 hopefully things have gotten better. If not, here’s some soft Crosshair to make your day better. (Sorry for the wait)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Female Reader, Work Stress, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Massage, Soft Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Aftercare, Comfort, Kissing, Neck Kissing and Sucking.

A neon sign by the door flickers, glowing with a dim "OPEN" that buzzes faintly in the background. It’s barely holding on, much like you are at this point.

Your shop that you owned for a few years is - to be blunt - a mess. A current maze of half-disassembled speeders and crates of mismatched parts, with wires and hydro spanners scattered across every available surface. The usual hum of machinery sounded through the space, barely masking your own frustrated grunts as you try to wrangle yet another malfunctioning power converter back into shape. But no matter how hard you work, it feels like the pile of jobs only grows larger, while your supply of critical parts dwindles.

Then, you hear the familiar irritating buzz of the door, followed by heavy footsteps. You grit your teeth, already bracing yourself for what’s coming.

A burly customer storms in, his face flushed with anger. “This is ridiculous!” he snaps. “You said my speeder would be ready days ago! What kind of operation are you running here? I’ve been waiting long enough!” He throws his arms up in frustration, knocking over a pile of circuit boards in the process.

You open your mouth to respond, trying to keep your tone steady despite the stress bubbling under the surface. “Look, I’ve got a shortage of parts. I’m doing everything I can—”

He cuts you off, voice rising. “I don’t want excuses! You’re supposed to be a mechanic, not some scrap peddler! If you can’t get it done, I’ll take it somewhere that can.”

Before you can get another word in, a cold, measured voice slices through the tension. “I think you’ve said enough.”

The customer whips around to see Crosshair leaning against the wall, twirling a familiar toothpick between his lips. But there’s nothing casual about the deadly look in his eyes. He straightens up, moving to stand between you and the customer, his hand resting near his blaster as if daring the guy to push his luck. “Back off and leave the lady alone,” he snarls, tone voice dipped with venom as he flicks the pick at the customer's chest.

Their bravado is quick to vanish. He stammers, trying to recover some of his bluster, but it’s clear he’s rattled. “I—I just want my speeder fixed…” He takes a step back, bumping into a tool cart and nearly knocking it over in his haste to retreat.

“Then take it somewhere else,” Crosshair replies coolly, his eyes never leaving the man. The customer mutters something under his breath and stumbles out of the shop.

For a moment, all you can do is exhale, letting the tension drain from your shoulders. You shoot Crosshair a look—half-irritation, half-gratitude. “Well, there goes another job. Not that I’m upset about it,” you mutter, rubbing your temple. “But still, I don’t need to be losing more credits.”

Crosshair simply shrugs, clearly unconcerned. “Credits won’t matter much if you’re burnt out.”

You huff, feeling the exhaustion catch up to you. “Burnt out is putting it lightly. It’s been one thing after another all day. Parts shortages, broken motivators, customers demanding miracles. I’m running myself crazy, and no one seems to care that I can’t fix what I don’t have.” Your voice wavers slightly as the frustration spills over. “I’m one person, Crosshair. I can’t keep this up.”

He listens quietly, his sharp gaze softening as he takes in the stress etched on your face. Without a word, he steps over to the door and flips the neon “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED.”

When he turns back to you, he’s closer now, his tone gentler. “What can I do?”

You look up at him, feeling a lump in your throat at the kindness in his voice. Before you can answer, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a secure embrace. You really needed this.

The warmth of him, combined with the rare tenderness in the way he holds you, makes your chest tighten with relief. You let yourself sink into him, closing your eyes as you take in the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, the clutter of the shop and the never-ending to-do list fades into the background.

“Just this,” you whisper, feeling the weight of the day lift ever so slightly. “This is enough.”

Crosshair’s hand moves in slow circles on your back, offering a silent comfort that says more than words could. His eyes then move toward your cluttered office tucked in the back of the shop. “Why don’t we head to your office? You could use a break.”

You nod, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over you. The office is far from tidy—tools, spare parts, and datapads are scattered all over—but there’s a worn couch in the corner that’s always offered a bit of comfort when you need a breather. Crosshair leads the way, and you follow.

You sigh heavily as you begin pacing in your cluttered office, not being able to help but continue venting your frustrations. “It’s like everything’s falling apart at once. Staff keep canceling their shifts, leaving me to pick up the slack. I’m drowning in work with no one to help, and my orders for parts are delayed again! I can’t catch a break, and I’m starting to think I’ll never dig myself out of this mess.”

Crosshair moves towards the couch, slouching back in his usual relaxed manner and his sharp eyes follow your every move. He doesn’t interrupt, just lets you get it all out. When you finally pause to catch your breath, he speaks, his voice calm and steady. “Come here.”

You look at him, still frazzled, but the calm assurance in his tone pulls you toward him. You sit beside him, and he wastes no time, guiding you against his chest as he wraps his arm around you. You lean your head back against his shoulder, trying to let go of the day’s weight.

Crosshair’s fingers trail lightly along your arm, his presence grounding you. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “Let me distract you.”

You hum softly in response, your lips curling into a faint smile at the suggestion. “You think you can really take my mind off all this?” you ask. Oh you definitely know he can.

Instead of answering, he starts massaging your shoulders, his touch firm and soothing. His skilled hands work out the tension, moving slowly, melting away the stress you’ve been carrying. As his fingers glide over your muscles, your body begins to relax, the tension easing with every pass. His thumbs press into the knots with just the right amount of pressure, and you let out a quiet, contented sigh.

“See?” he murmurs against your neck, “You’re already feeling better.”

His hands continue their path down your back, trailing lower before slipping back up along your sides. His touch is tender, coaxing you into a calm state that contrasts with his usual intensity. Crosshair is rarely gentle, but right now, it’s exactly what you need.

The atmosphere shifts, the tension turning into something else entirely. He pauses, and you feel his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Is this how you wanted to be distracted?”

The teasing lilt in his voice makes you bite your lip, your pulse quickening. “Maybe… but I think you know what I really need,” you reply, your voice breathy as your desire begins to build.

Crosshair chuckles, clearly pleased with your response. His hands drift lower, sliding over your hips and down your thighs before slipping back up. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down just enough to grant him access. Your breath hitches as his hand dips beneath the fabric of your dampened panties, his fingers brushing against your already slick folds.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against your ear as he begins to tease you, his touch feather-light and maddeningly slow.

A quiet whimper escapes you as his fingers trace gentle circles over your clit, his touch skilled and precise. “Crosshair…” you breathe, a plea hidden in your tone.

He smirks against your neck, enjoying the way you’re beginning to unravel in his arms. “I thought you needed a distraction,” he murmurs, sliding a finger inside you, teasingly slow. He works you with agonising precision, each movement calculated to draw out your need.

You arch against him, gasping softly as his fingers press deeper, his thumb maintaining a steady rhythm against your clit. “This what you wanted?” he taunts, slowly adding a finger inside you, curling them just right and hitting that perfect spot.

Your body answers for you, a shuddering moan escaping your lips as you grip his arm, your hips moving in time with his touch. The stress, the tension, everything melts away under his skilled hands, leaving only the building pleasure that threatens to tip you over the edge.

Crosshair’s free hand wraps around your waist, holding you steady as he continues to work you with an almost unbearable precision. “Let it go,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice velvet and commanding all at once.

And you do, falling apart in his arms. The pleasure crashes over you in waves as his fingers carry you through your release. He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, spent and breathless against him.

For a moment, the world narrows down to just the sound of your breathing and the warmth of his arms around you. Eventually, Crosshair withdraws his hand, holding you close as you come down from the high, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with genuine concern.

You manage a tired, satisfied smile, still basking in the afterglow. “A little, yeah,” you whisper, sinking deeper into his embrace.

“Only a little?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts positions, taking your waist and gently lifting and then laying you flat across the couch, crawling over the top of you. “That’s not good enough, is it?” His breath is warm against your skin, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

You find yourself grinning, completely obsessed with your boyfriend. “I suppose it isn’t,” you gasp the second the words leave your lips, his mouth on yours with a tender, slow and sensual kiss.

“Let’s fix that,” Crosshair’s lips press a final kiss to your neck before he slides lower, his gaze never leaving yours as he settles between your legs. You’re already breathless, anticipation tingling through your veins. His movements are deliberate but unhurried, as if savoring the effect he has on you.

He hooks a finger around the side of your panties, pulling them aside with a casual ease that sends a shiver up your spine. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his usual sharp demeanor softened by the affection in his gaze.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he leans in closer. The word is both a command and a promise. Then, without breaking eye contact, he dips his head, his lips brushing your inner thigh before his mouth finds exactly where you need him.

His touch is slow, precise, completely different from his usual rough and demanding approach. The contrast sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can’t help but melt into the couch, your body responding eagerly to his attention. He takes his time, his tongue moving in smooth, deliberate strokes that drive you wild while keeping you tethered.

You gasp softly, arching into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to work you with a patience that’s almost agonising. “So, beautiful.” He moans into your clit.

He seems completely focused on drawing out every bit of tension, coaxing your pleasure higher and higher with each careful movement. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue is calculated, designed to make you feel like you’re the center of his world.

Unable to resist the pull, you reach for the hem of your top and tug it off, tossing it aside. Crosshair doesn’t miss a beat—his hands are quick to slide up your torso, fingers grazing your sensitive skin as he cups your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending electric sparks of pleasure through you as his mouth continues its unhurried rhythm below.

You moan his name, your voice laced with both need and admiration. He hums against you in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that has you clutching the couch cushions, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

After what feels like an eternity of bliss, he finally shifts, moving back up your body with slow, languid kisses, each one lingering as if he’s savoring your taste. He presses his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before he whispers against your mouth, “I told you, I’m not done yet.”

Your breath hitches as he pulls back just enough to reach down and free himself. He takes his time, positioning himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs to hold you steady as he aligns himself with you. But before he moves, he locks eyes with you, his gaze filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“I’m going to take all that tension away,” he promises, his voice rough with desire, but there’s a softness there too—a genuine care that makes you feel cherished, not just desired. “Just let me take care of you.”

As he slowly enters you, every inch deliberate and controlled, you feel the world narrow down to just this moment—the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way he fills you completely. His movements are slow but powerful, every thrust purposeful, designed to make you feel every bit of him. It’s intimate, soothing, and completely overwhelming in the best way.

He keeps whispering soft praises, his voice a rough murmur in your ear. “That’s it… just like that… you’re doing so good for me.” His hands roam your body, caressing your skin as if he’s grounding you in the here and now, making sure you stay connected and completely focused on him.

His pace is steady, as if he has all the time in the galaxy to show you exactly how much he cares. The dirty talk flows naturally, his words laced with affection. “You’re perfect like this… so beautiful when you let go.”

The way he moves, the way he speaks—it’s all meant to draw you further into this shared moment, making you forget about the stress and exhaustion from earlier. The tension in your muscles, the weight on your mind, all dissolve under the weight of his attention.

As the pleasure builds, you can feel yourself falling apart in the best way, and he’s right there with you, guiding you through it with whispered reassurances and gentle touches. When you finally reach your peak, he’s watching you with a look that’s both possessive and full of awe, like he’s proud of how you’ve given yourself over to him completely.

“C—Crosshair…mmm, I’m goin’ to cum.” You rasp, your back arching into him as stars begin to blur your vision.

He doesn’t stop until you do. Letting you ride out your orgasm on his cock until you’re fully sated. He reaches his own high, panting your name softly before he pulls out and spurts his velvet white seed all over your stomach and breasts.

As your body relaxes and becomes loose in his embrace, he leans over you and places a tender kiss to your lips as he holds you close, letting you bask in the aftermath.

When you finally catch your breath, he gives you that familiar smirk, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “Now… how’s that for taking the tension away?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, feeling lighter than you have in days. “More than enough,” you whisper, still wrapped in his arms, grateful for the way he always knows exactly how to care for you.

That is the distraction you definitely needed today.

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techs-goggles · 4 months ago

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I know the vulture represents his guilt, but its design is just so frigging cool and this image didn't leave my head.

Edit: To the people who pointed out the Vulture also has a positive representation like his power and ability to survive. I love you.

Plz click for better quality!

Please don't repost to other socials thanks!

#wow!!! really really stunning!!

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techs-goggles · 6 months ago

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Sharp Edges - Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Collaborative work with @lightwise... What started off as self-indulgent Crosshair smut has evolved into a fully-developed fic, with plot, character development, twists and turns, angst, yearning, and plenty of delicious *spice*. ;)

Blind Date Gone Wrong

Blind Date Gone Right

The Roof

The Nightmare

Spice and Advice

The Tattoo

Work Party, Part 1

Work Party, Part 2

Carnival Games, Part 1

Carnival Games, Part 2

Showers and Plants

The Rescue

Shots Fired, Part 1

Shots Fired, Part 2

Introductions

Clarifications

Shattered

Kintsugi

Conspiracy

Coat Dinner

Kashyyyk

Spreading Wings

Cat Breakfast

Kaller

Taking Flight

Nesting (Epilogue)

Do ya love it?? Reblog it! :D

#crossy #fic #read later

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techs-goggles · 6 months ago

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omg so i read Across the Years and it was STUNNING AMAZING 10/10?! i was wondering if you might do a similar one with an older Tech x f!reader settled down on Pabu? (i'm still very sad he never got to grow old with his family 😭💔) thank you ILY!!!!!

Okay... so uhh... I normally don't get to requests very quickly. And I haven't really been able to write Tech for a while because there's a lot of sadness there. But this idea was so sweet and appealing that I couldn't resist. So I spent two days delighting in the way it was playing out in my mind, and nearly FOUR THOUSAND WORDS LATER (eep!) here we are. It is EXTREMELY fluffy and deeply cheesy in what I hope is the most gratifying way. Enjoy! NSFW - Minors DNI - Content beneath the cut

Always and Forever - Tech x F!Reader

Content: fingering, breast goodness, a really long tree metaphor, praise, bit of a handjob but not a finished one, surprisingly hot missionary, I still don't know how to tag these.

Waves crashed on the distant shore as you gazed at the horizon from the balcony of your Pabu home. You heard the door slide open behind you and turned to see Tech, handsome as ever in his advanced years. The two of you had had your ups and downs of course, but your diligent work to communicate well and seek to understand one another had led to a greater foundation of emotional intimacy and an ever-deepening friendship that continued to delight after all this time. He settled against the railing beside you, taking in the sights but mostly focused on you. His distinguished features had softened with age, but the intelligence in his eyes and the warmth in his smile were as sharp as the day you met.

“If you have sufficient energy and ambition,” he began, “I would like to request some of your time tonight.”

“I don’t know,” you grinned. “Got a lot to do with work and volunteering and family and… Wait, just kidding.” His chuckle was more of a pity chuckle, the usual response to your cheesy humor, but there was an undeniable fondness to it. You’d both been free of work for a while now. “That sounds great. What did you have in mind?”

“Would you like to know, or would you like to take a calculated risk and enjoy a surprise?”

“Ooh, spicing it up, I see?”

“I do have some ideas for an evening that is slightly outside of the norm that we have comfortably settled into.” His face had the slightest glint of mischief in it as well as a touch of desire that delighted you with tingles. You had never been a fan of surprises, but the two of you had built your lives together around a deep understanding of one another and desire to love and serve each other selflessly, so there was no risk involved whatsoever. He knew you like the back of his hand, and his brilliant ideas never failed to amaze.

“Which do you prefer?” you asked. He usually knew better than you did what the ideal approach would be.

“If you trust me with a surprise, I posit that it would be quite enjoyable.”

“I trust you with my life.”

“A responsibility that I do not take lightly, however these plans are not nearly as high-stakes.”

“That’s good,” you snickered. “Alright, game on. What’s the plan?”

“I would like you to join me for dinner in whatever attire you find most comfortable. No other preparations are necessary. Also, if it will aid in any mental preparation, the primary objective of tonight‘s endeavor is simply to illustrate the depth of my love and gratitude for you.

“That sounds incredible,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. You stepped a little closer, cupping his cheek and gazing into his eyes with an adoration that had been built upon a million moments and conversations you had shared. “I love you so much.”

“And I you, but we needn’t waste time on established facts at the moment.”

Your cheeks were curved in a smile the entire time you got ready.

The two of you strolled arm and arm through the winding streets of the island, turning into a residential district that you hadn’t spent much time in. Tech approached a square home at the end of the walkway, perched on the edge of the island facing the sunset. He gave a confident knock to the door, which revealed an unfamiliar face, and a few minutes later the two of you were seated at a small bistro table on a garden patio overlooking the water. Lush vines wove through trellises all around, and fragrant flowers joined the salty sea air to soothe the senses and provide a cool respite from the tropical weather.

“Is this someone’s house?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you. Tech smiled and nodded, taking a moment to glance around and inspect the setting. When no further explanation was offered, you nudged his foot with yours to bring his attention back to you, tilting your head and giving him an inquisitive look.

“Jobin is a private chef, and on very few evenings each year, he offers a carefully curated five course meal in the private, beautiful setting you are now enjoying. He combines the unique flavors of traditional island foods with some special ingredients procured from other planets. From what I have heard, it is a dining experience that is as memorable as it is refined.”

“Oh,” you breathed, the sudden mist in your eyes surprising you. You’d always loved food, and while you were just as happy with a greasy slice of pizza, you got a special pleasure from tasting new combinations or pretending to be fancy at times. He’d truly outdone himself this time. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Two years and twenty-four days.”

Now you were truly welling up, completely blown away by such thoughtfulness, and you quickly choked down the lump in your throat as a man approached your table. He introduced each course with polite enthusiasm as he shared its ingredients and flavors, and you could tell he had a sincere love for his craft that he couldn’t help but share with others. Somehow it made each bite even better, and you were blown away by the artistry of his culinary creations. And yet even that paled in comparison to the man sitting across from you. His pert comments about the complementary aspects of the textures, colors, scents, and tastes of each dish made your heart swell in your chest, and by the end, you couldn’t imagine being more satisfied. With repeated thanks and well wishes, he led you back to the stone streets, offering you his arm as he did every time you walked together.

“Our next stop is a rooftop bungalow that is tastefully furnished with a variety of couches, pillows, blankets, and other comfortable items,” Tech began, and you jerked your head in surprise and confusion. He continued, unfazed. “I thought we could make passionate love beneath the evening sky.”

“What!” You stopped abruptly and burst out laughing, the sparkle in his eyes betraying his mischief. His own smile grew larger than he might have liked, he was so pleased with his little joke.

“Kidding, of course. I know that intercourse in a public area is far from any preference of yours, considering the fact that having any light whatsoever is less than desirable.”

“Yeah, well… Things don’t look the way they used to,” you sighed, shaking your head fondly as you continued walking. It wasn’t an issue, just a simple understanding between the two of you, and he nodded in agreement.

“I have some thoughts about that, if you will indulge me.”

“Always.”

But he didn’t continue that train of thought, instead shifting the conversation to menial pleasantries as you strolled around town for a while. The meal was settling beautifully in your stomach, and the coolness of night was beginning to whisper through the streets on a gentle breeze. You hadn’t been paying attention to where you were walking, and he came to a halt again beside a beautiful tree that had sprouted up between a few houses. Its trunk was slim, its leaves soft, and it was clear that it hadn’t been around very long. It grew in graceful curves, reaching toward the sky with impossibly smooth branches, and Tech regarded it thoughtfully for a moment, allowing you to soak it in as well before speaking.

“This sapling is nearly mature, as evidenced by the increasing contrast in the pattern on the trunk as it nears the ground. It is attractive and virile, flexible and new. It may be pruned in any variety of shapes or intentions as it grows, but even now in its untrimmed juvenile state, it is appealing to the eye and worthy of admiration.”

“Yes…” you agreed, not quite sure where he was going with it. He guided you back to the street and continued in silence, taking a few intentional turns until he entered a courtyard in a much older part of town. A massive tree stood in the center, its trunk framed by rocks piled in a neat circle, yet its roots had escaped the tidy border and poked above ground in a few places around it. Tech stopped in front of it, releasing your arm from his and gesturing to various parts as he spoke again.

“This magnificent specimen is much older. Its bark is rough, with scars and blemishes from various traumas it has endured throughout its life, whether they be from natural causes or human interference. Its roots are not all where they ‘should’ be, by arbitrary landscaping standards. You may notice that it is crooked. Its branches would be more aptly described as ‘craggy’ as opposed to ‘graceful and slender’.”

“Are you calling me ‘craggy’?” you grinned, beginning to realize the metaphor he was painting.

“Absolutely not, unless you find it arousing.”

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed. “I’ll pass on that one for now.”

“Noted.”

Tech stepped closer and placed a hand against the rough bark of the tree’s trunk, then tilted his head to invite you to do the same. You’d always loved nature, and you could swear you could feel its life beneath your palm, a wisdom and sentience that you couldn't explain. His gaze moved slowly between the tree and you with equal warmth and admiration.

“This tree has had the honor of watching many events unfold. It has weathered storms of both wind and waves. Its canopy has grown so wide that it provides refreshing shade to those on the ground and nurturing respite to those in the air. In comparison to the sapling, it lacks the smooth texture and shapely structure of youth, and yet it is unrivaled in its majesty. Its roots reach deep into this ground, and it has grown effectively into the space allotted. One might say it was made to be here, but in reality, it has made itself to be formed perfectly to its home.”

You were getting choked up again, and it was only increased by the softness on his face as he stepped back from the tree and took your hands in his. He lightly brushed his thumbs across your knuckles, shifting closer to increase the air of intimacy. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and sincere, and his words reached your very soul.

“You are no longer young. I am no longer young. And yet the life we have forged together is incomparable to the surface-level vanity of youth. Seasons may have shaken and scarred us, yet the marks that remain are not blemishes but testaments to our fortitude and commitment. Our roots have entwined, our branches nestled together, our canopies melded as one. Our exteriors may not look as they did in our prime, but the depth of what we share is incomparable. When I look at you, I see strength and dignity. I see wisdom and perseverance. I see steadfast love and unfailing kindness. My gratitude for these is as immeasurable as it is increased by the fact that I did not ever anticipate to have such a thing during my lifetime.”

“Tech…” you whispered, deeply moved and brimming with emotion.

“Perhaps I am too long-winded,” he said, the ghost of a smile passing across his face before it returned to his earnest gaze into your eyes. “I understand the tendency to be critical of one’s appearance as it changes over the years, and I am also aware that verbose logic is often insufficient to address emotions and convictions. Yet I could not resist the opportunity to put into words the profundity of my love for you. You are as beautiful to me as the day we met, as the day we married, as the day we woke up and realized how much time had passed while we built our lives together. I hope the sentiment, or at least some of it, can be taken to heart.”

You couldn’t find any words, completely overwhelmed by the way his words washed over you with affirmation and joy. Fortunately, you didn’t have to – he slowly leaned in, brushing some hair back from your face, and gently rested his hand against your cheek and neck as he kissed you softly.

* * *

A few more kisses and a short walk later, you were relaxing into bed, cradled in Tech’s arms that had retained their strength even as the rest of him changed. He held you close, lying next to you on his side as he caressed down your arm, hip, and thigh with a gentle hand. You felt inexplicably alive, refreshed and renewed by his love, and many things were awakening throughout your body and soul. The slivers of moonlight that peeked around your haphazardly-closed bedroom curtains cast a calm, ethereal glow around the room, illuminating the curves of your bodies and the twinkles in your eyes as you came together.

He kissed you again, more deeply this time, and you brought a hand to the back of his head, rustling your fingers through his hair. Pulling back a little, he regarded you worshipfully as you lay on your back, eyes large behind his spectacles.

“May I remove our clothes?” he asked quietly, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Yes,” you said with a smile, eternally tickled that he continued to ask after so much time together. He rid himself of his pajamas, and the way he helped you out of your own was unfathomably gentle, and yet as you returned to your prone position with him leaning over you from the side, there was a look of determination on his face that gave you tingles. He bent down, kissing you tenderly, then nuzzled his nose across your cheek and down to your neck, where he trailed a path of kisses to your collarbone. His lips curved against your skin as he felt your involuntary shiver, and he brushed his fingertips down the center of your chest. You inhaled, back arching slightly, feeling a quickly growing desire for him in a more carnal way than you’d felt in a while. And yet his leisurely pace made it clear you would have to wait. He caressed your hip, kissed your shoulder, then stroked your stomach and noticed how you sucked it in out of habit. His face returned to yours, kissing your cheek before speaking.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, gliding his palm from one side of your stomach to the other. You sighed, wishing you could believe him. He slid his hand up the side so slowly that when it reached your breast, you inhaled in hungry anticipation.

“You’re killing me,” you whispered, reaching across to caress the outside of his hip. Your arm was pushing your breasts together, and he took the opportunity to cup one fully, bending to kiss the top of it. Effervescent delight ran through your veins.

“Beautiful,” he repeated, placing reverent kisses in a circle around your nipple before pulling away and brushing his thumb across it. How did he have you so worked up so quickly? Although, you realized, it wasn’t quickly. It had been an entire evening leading up to this – hours of foreplay that showered you with admiration and devotion. You squirmed a little, anxious for him to ravage you more passionately. You knew he was more than capable, even if the two of you had settled for a more routine sort of intimacy. He scooped up the other breast, repeating the process of kisses and caresses before whispering his praise against it.

“You don’t have to–” you began.

“Nothing is being done out of compulsion,” he assured you, releasing your breast to brush the backs of his fingers along the side of your face. “It is simply a reminder of what has been true all along.”

“You’re amazing,” you sighed.

He rolled away momentarily, dipping his fingers into a small jar of oil on his nightstand, then came back, reaching carefully between your legs to smooth it across your folds. No matter how much you wanted him, you didn’t always have the physical response you once did. It didn’t matter; he was as resourceful as he was unbothered, and you had absolutely no complaints as his hand slid gently back and forth, massaging your entire pussy with a leisurely touch. A breathy moan escaped your lips, and he nuzzled the side of your face, kissing your cheek again before resting his forehead. He applied more pressure, teasing around your opening before drawing his fingers up the middle and stroking your clit. Electricity ran from your core throughout your limbs as he repeated the process, more quickly this time. You lifted your hips against his hand, aching for more, and he dipped a finger in, then two, drawing them back out along the top.

“Beautiful,” he said again, pressing more firmly as he circled your clit now, lowering his head to kiss your neck more fervently. His lips opened, allowing the suckles and flicks of his tongue here and there to tickle and delight your already-tingling body. His hand was everywhere between your legs, and you almost couldn’t tell what he was doing other than working you into blissful oblivion. Fingers sank in again, this time aided by a thumb to the clit. You moaned more loudly. Fingers curled, teasing that spot deep inside that echoed through your core. You raked your fingernails up his back, burying them in his hair again and clenching it just tightly enough to let him know just how badly you wanted him.

He picked up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out with a curved stroke that stimulated every part of your sex. Open-mouthed kisses and nips along your neck and earlobe were punctuated with increasingly heavy breaths, and you could feel his cock pressing against your side, a touch of cold revealing his already-leaking arousal. You tilted your head back, spreading your legs wider as he moved faster, and lifted your other arm behind your head, writhing in pleasure. He pulled away a little, admiring the way your soft body curled and stretched beneath his ministrations.

“Please,” you whispered, confident you couldn’t last another minute if he kept it up. And he knew it. He bent his mouth to a breast, tugging it into his mouth as he circled your clit with two fingers now, faster and faster. You bucked your hips, delirious beneath his expert pressure and friction, and he swirled his tongue around your nipple before suckling gently. That was it. You rocketed over the edge with unrestrained moans and breathy whines, entire body tensing as wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. He lifted his head and kept circling, steady and smooth, as your pussy clenched helplessly until the waves began to slow, as did he. You came down from your high like a leaf floating gracefully down, soothed and satisfied by his gentle strokes and murmured affections against your chest. When you finally relaxed, he let you rest, wiping his fingers deftly on the pajamas he’d cast off behind him, then he laid on his back, pulling you against him with a sigh.

“You are magnificent,” he said, and this time you felt it, from your head to your toes.

“No you,” you insisted, delighted by the way his smile curved his cheek against your forehead. “But now it’s your turn.”

“I am perfectly content to let you bask in the gratification of your release,” he affirmed, but as your eyes drifted down to his cock, slightly softened as it lay against him, you had no intention of any such basking.

Five minutes later, you’d both riled yourselves up again into quite a frenzy. Your hand was slick with oil, pumping his cock with a slight twist up and down, and your mouth was pressed against his, kiss after kiss stoking the fire. Now it was he who tilted his head away, opening his neck to the careful rake of your teeth against his skin. Your breaths were heavy with desire as you worked him with a hand, whispering something dirty in his ear that made his entire body tense again.

He rolled you both over, careful to hold himself up above you, and lined himself up with your entrance, pausing to look down at you with unfathomable tenderness. His gaze darkened as he pressed into you, already wet and ready from the climax he’d given you, and you breathed a single “yesss” as he sank in all the way. Fully sheathed, hips against yours, he paused for a moment, eyebrows contorted with restraint and pleasure. You stroked his back and reached down to trace his thighs, digging your fingers in as he began to move.

“You are perfect,” he managed through gritted teeth, clearly so aroused that he wasn’t going to last long either. “Not because of any external standard…” He shuddered, slowly dragging his cock in and out as his voice grew huskier. “But because you are made for me, and I for you. Grown together like… agh.” He couldn’t say any more, gasping as you tilted your hips to take him in even deeper. The sight of him coming apart was intoxicating, and his breathy moans were music to your ears as he thrust harder and harder.

You lifted your arms above your head, burying them in your own hair and closing your eyes in blissful surrender to the incredible sensations of him filling you perfectly, hitting the sensitive spot and gliding in and out with incredible friction as he scooped his hips against yours repeatedly. It felt so good, you could feel it building in your core. A helpless sound escaped his lips as his eyes trailed from your rapturous expression to your bouncing breasts; his gaze continued down to your pussy, where the sight of his slick cock pumping in and out, slapping against your sex with the erotic sounds of passion, sent him over the edge.

His fingertips curled around your shoulders where he had scooped his arms beneath you, holding himself up with his elbows as he climaxed with helpless groans of surrender. His hot spill increased the sensations further, and as he continued thrusting with reckless abandon, you were shocked by a second orgasm that broke over you with white hot electricity. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but the incredible feeling of him coming inside of you as his cock stroked your walls sent waves of bliss throughout, and your surprised moans of encouragement kept him going as you clenched around him. His throbbing slowed along with his movements until he lowered himself against you, his back slick with sweat as you caressed him lovingly. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then carefully withdrew, sending one last shudder down your spine that was quickly replaced with a deep sense of satisfaction that radiated from every bone in your body.

Cleaned up and clothed again, you snuggled against his side, almost welling up again with the depth of gratitude and love. You rested your palm on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and closed your eyes.

“You are more than I ever could have dreamed of,” you said quietly, tracing your fingertips back and forth above the heart that held your own.

“That is unlikely, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Your joyful laugh was echoed by a gratified chuckle from him. The one you loved. The one you always would.

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techs-goggles · 6 months ago

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Oh me, oh my! Okay first of all, congrats on the 1k!

This is my first prompt l've ever requested! So I do apologize if it's trash!

Could I get something along the lines of Crosshair x Fem!Reader where reader is drunkenly teasing him at a tavern after a successful mission and he's being his grumpy self telling her to knock it off and one thing leads to another and he's fucking her in the bathroom of the tavern up against the wall?

Thank you! I love your writing and congrats on the 1K!

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Whoo hoo! Congrats on your first request! haha. I can see the thirst for Crosshair is alive and well, considering the number of requests I got for him. 😂 As is the usual, I suffered from The Crosshair Effect™️ while writing this, which is where you set out to write a lil shortie and it ends up being thrice as long. So here's two thousand words of smoldering Crosshair hotness. Content warnings below the cut.

Crosshair x Fem!Reader - WC: 2k - NSFW

Content: semi-public hand job, affectionately rude nickname, a bit of teasing dirty talk, very repetitive and painstakingly clear confirmation of consent, heavy petting/kissing, oral (f receiving), and sex against the wall! 🥳 I'm also gonna tag @99tech99 on this one because it's kinda similar to your request, although not quite the dynamic of reader being more shy/embarrassed... Also tagging @smw-on-kamino because it might satisfy your request a bit too. ;)

It had been simmering between you and Crosshair for a long time. Mission after mission, shore leave after shore leave. The way he looked at you made your panties wet, and you were pretty sure you had the same effect on him as well. You’d made out a few times when you found a split second to yourselves, but each time you were interrupted by comms or the rest of the squad’s imminent arrival, leaving you aching for so much more.

More recently, you’d pushed him into a narrow alley, groping him over his clothes as he did the same to you, mouthing your neck and murmuring what he wanted to do to you. You wanted it too, and you said as much as you pulled off his codpiece and reached into his blacks to grip his cock firmly. He groaned, thrusting into your hand as you smoothed his arousal along his length. It provided just enough lubricant to allow you to work him slowly, languidly stroking from his base to his tip. Impatient and desperate, you pulled his blacks down just enough to free his cock completely. It sprang into your hand as you shoved him against the wall and continued, gripping more tightly as you jerked him off. He reached for you, trying to slip his own fingers inside your underwear, but you pulled away, nipping his earlobe teasingly as he growled under his breath.

“You’re going to pay for this,” he whispered hoarsely, his silken voice broken by his inflamed desire.

“Oh no,” you smiled, kissing his neck as you pumped his cock faster. He shuddered, tensing from head to toe, then came hard, stifling his moans into your shoulder as he made a delicious mess all over your hand. You caressed him gently as he came down from his climax, watching his facade go up as quickly as it had come down. That’s okay, you thought. You just wanted to rile him up in anticipation of the next shore leave, when you hoped to spend an entire night together in privacy and pleasure.

“Little shit,” he muttered affectionately, stuffing his business back into his base layer and replacing his armor pieces. You tapped his chest plate, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I want to come on your cock next time,” you purred, relishing his sharp inhale and darkened gaze as he cursed under his breath.

* * *

Fortune was in your favor, somewhat, the next time you all had a night off. You’d found a raucous tavern on some backwater planet and were blowing off some steam with the locals. Wrecker was making all kinds of credits with various arm-wrestling bets, and the others had returned to the ship early. Crosshair was beside you, nursing his own drink, but his expression was growing increasingly sour. You tried to tease, tried to be playful, even tried to be nice, but he was having none of it. You knew this little game of his, though. You just weren’t sure how it would lead into the night of intimacy you had planned in the tiny hotel room you’d saved up some credits for.

“Want to play dejarik?” you invited, sliding a hand up his thigh. You loved seeing him in civvies.

“No,” he grumbled, flicking his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.

“Had enough of getting beaten?”

He cast you a sharp yet harmless glance, then lazily returned his eyes to the obnoxious crowd all around.

“What’s up your butt?” you finally asked, turning to face him more fully.

“Nothing. It’s just loud in here… and full of idiots.”

“Ah yes, the usual struggle,” you grinned. You adopted a coquettish approach, lowering your eyelashes as you fixed him with a sultry gaze. “If only there were some way I could help you feel better.”

“Why are you teasing me?” His voice was low, almost dangerous, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Who says I’m teasing?” you purred.

“What am I supposed to do here? The streets are full of people. Maker knows this place is as well. The ship isn’t empty. So what? Find a bush somewhere?”

“First of all, I’ve got all the bush you need,” you snickered as he rolled his eyes, but you caught the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Secondly…” you took another swig of your drink, feeling pleasantly warm and fuzzy and a bit more emboldened than usual. “I’m sure you could find a way.”

“A way to what?”

“I think you know,” you smiled, tugging your shirt down a little more, satisfied as you watched his eyes rove across your cleavage. His fingers twitched on his cup. “Hmm,” you sighed. “Seems like you want these in your hands.”

“Stop it,” he growled, but you could sense his fortitude weakening by the second. You weren’t sure why he was keeping you at bay, to be honest. Neither of you were the shy type, nor did you have many qualms about semi-public passion.

“Why?” You made a pouty face, idly tracing the tops of your breasts with a few fingers. “Maybe you want these in your mouth instead?” His inhale had a bit of a shudder to it.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, eyeing you with laser focus.

“No,” you deflected, squinting at him through your bubbly haze. “Okay, I’m a little tipsy, but I’m not drunk. Just enough to make it an extra good time,” you winked.

“Not gonna happen.” His finished his glass, taking it and yours, now empty as well, and rising to his feet. You followed suit, indignant and confused. Insecurity was starting to creep in as you wondered if he wasn’t as into you as you’d been led to believe. He returned the glasses to the bar, an unnaturally courteous move, then jerked his head toward the hallway. “Gonna use the fresher, then we can head back to the ship.”

“But… Cross…” you stuttered, following after him. He reached the refresher door and disappeared inside without a backward glance. Now you were in an odd state… horny and giddy, yet unsure of yourself and a little disappointed. You’d been riling yourself up all day for what you’d hoped would go down (spoiler – him). When he came back out, brushing the remaining dampness off his hands, you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“What?” he asked defensively.

“I’m not leaving,” you declared, not really sure where you were going with this. “Until we clear this up.”

“Clear what up?” he hissed, stepping forward to toy with your waist, to your great delight.

“I want you.” Might as well come out with it. You thought you’d been clear as day before.

“Mhm.”

“Mhm?! What kind of answer is that? Do you not want it?” Your agitation was coming out, as was his. He leaned in closer, cupping the side of your face and drawing his thumb down the middle of your lower lip, eyes intense as they slid from your mouth to your eyes.

“Of course I want it,” he said in a low voice, sending a jolt of electricity to your core. “But not when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you insisted. “Plus… you know I would have fucked you weeks ago if we ever found a kriffing time or place. I got us a room tonight,” you confessed, heart skipping a beat as his gaze darkened.

“You did?”

“Yeah,” your voice quavered, torn between desire and a desperate need for him to show you just how hungry he was to wrap his body around your own.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, silken voice a stark contrast to his scrutinizing stare.

“Hell yes,” you grinned, realizing the source of all this hesitation. “Crosshair,” you purred, gliding a hand along his chest, feeling him stiffen slightly under your touch. “I feel pleasantly buzzed. I know exactly what’s happening. I don’t feel pressured. And I sure as fuck won’t regret it in the morning.” You could feel his tension building, as though he were ready to snap and take you right then and there. “Now are you going to give it to me or not?” You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. A challenge.

He exhaled hard, pushing you against the wall rather quickly, and you gasped in delight as his lips crashed into yours. Again and again. He tugged and sucked, nipped and licked, and you were reeling from the sheer force of his passion. He grabbed your thigh, lifting it around his waist as he leaned in, grinding his hard length against you. You’d chosen a short skirt for a reason, and the feeling of him against your wet satin panties had you whining into his mouth.

He glanced around, aware of the numerous people nearby, and dropped your leg suddenly, pulling you into the refresher and locking the door. It was single-occupancy, which made it perfect, because your shirt was already on the ground and you were in his arms, tugging his shirt over his head as he kicked his pants off.

“Gods, you got naked fast,” you chuckled, tilting your head as his mouth ravaged your neck.

“Problem?” His breath tickled your collarbone as he unhooked your bra with one hand and whipped it off your arms effortlessly. Fuck, he was hot.

“Only that you’re not inside of me.” He snorted, cupping your breasts and squeezing them just hard enough to know that you were going to have your mind blown in a few minutes. Then he hiked your skirt up to your waist and dropped to his knees. Dextrous fingers grazed along your thighs before tracing a single, tantalizing line up the middle of your panties, and his heavy-lidded eyes flickered up to you, eyebrows curved in needy desire. He leaned in, brushing his nose against your sex before moving to the waistband, taking the fabric between his teeth and moving it down. You wiggled to help, biting your lip at the sight of him, and once they reached your ankles, you flung them off your foot.

“Look at you,” he crooned, rising up on his knees a bit to kiss your inner thigh. “The sounds I’m going to make you make…”

“You can– ahhhh.” Your words died on your lips as he buried his face in your pussy, waggling his tongue on your clit with no warning and making your knees shake. Your hand flew to the top of his head to steady yourself, and you flung your head back against the wall as his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, tilting your hips to give him better access. He gently pulled up the hood of your clit with a thumb, exposing you even more, and flicked his tongue so lightly it was absolute torture. Your legs were trembling as he continued to lick, sliding his mouth along your folds before plunging his tongue in. You cursed loudly, bucking your hips into his face as he moved, holding you steady as he pressed his face between your legs, moaning against your pussy and nearly sending you over the edge. When he sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, your knees really did buckle, caught only by his strong shoulders.

“Can’t take it, princess?” he gloated, rising to his feet and scooping your legs up on either side of him. He shifted his weight forward, pinning you against the wall with his hips, holding your legs open.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you panted, more from disbelief at his strength than indignation at his taunt.

“Minus the kidding.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, spread wide for him as he pressed his cock against your entrance, sliding it along the slick mess he’d made of you. Fingernails dug into your thighs as he toyed with you, slipping his head between your folds before pulling it back out. It was intoxicating and infuriating all at once, and you tried to move your hips toward him, aching to have him fully. He was losing any semblance of restraint, breathing hard as he held you tighter, and he sank in slowly, earning a long, blissful moan from you with each painstaking inch. He finally bottomed out, shuddering involuntarily as his eyes fluttered closed, and you ran a hand up the back of his head, the other gripping his shoulder for dear life.

“Now who can’t take it?” you teased, a jolt of energy bursting in your gut as his eyes flew open, dark and lustful beneath lowered brows. He drew his hips back then thrust into you hard, the slapping sound almost drowning out your gasp. “Fuck yes,” you breathed, fueling the fire even more. He lowered his head to your neck, sucking a mark onto it as he pushed his cock in again and again. Your entire body was moving up and down, waves of ecstasy crashing over you with each sinful drive of his hips against you. He watched your tits bounce as he picked up the pace, panting against your collarbone as he pounded you. Your moans grew louder, fingers digging into his flesh as his cock dragged against your walls again and again. You didn’t know how much more you could take, but you also didn’t ever want it to end. So when he angled himself to hit your sensitive spot with deepening thrusts, rearranging your insides until you were whimpering in delirious euphoria, you dropped a hand between your legs The feeling of his slick cock pumping your pussy was intoxicating, and with barely a touch to your clit, you were coming. Loudly.

He groaned helplessly as you clenched around him, your curses and pleas pushing him toward his own climax. You rubbed yourself through your orgasm; it seemed to last forever, and as you slowly came down, he relaxed his pace as well, eventually setting you down on your wobbly legs. You held onto him for dear life, caressing the curves of his back, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat. When you had finally regained your senses enough to take a deep, shuddering breath, you looked at him in hazy bliss.

“What about you?” you murmured, feeling his cheeks curve into a smile where they rested against the side of your face.

“I think you’ve got one more in you,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.

He was probably right.