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do i wanna know?
one shot masterlist | main masterlist | read on ao3 | beta read by the wonderful @jedi-hawkins and @freesia-writes
Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader
Summary: You've been seeing Crosshair for months when he's on planet, seemingly only as friends. But one night when he's back, you meet him at your favorite bar, and you get the feeling his flirtatious ways might mean a bit more. Should you get your hopes up, or would that be your heart's last mistake?
Tags: 18+ only. Smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), female masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, light nipple play. Flirting, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of war and canon-typical violence, foul language, angst. Also, I am basing some of Crosshair's appearance on this magnificent art here.
Word count: 7056 words
Playlist: Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys
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The man who filled your thoughts that night leaned over the billiards table. He closed the left eye, leaving the right, tattooed eye open, and he shoved the cue forward with a strength and precision you couldn’t help but find seductive. The sound of the resin clinking as the multiple billiards balls made their way across the table was soon replaced by whistles and calls celebrating Crosshair’s trickshot, after which he straightened up next to the table and looked at his opponent, holding out his hand to collect his wager.
Crosshair had won yet another match that night. As he took the amount of credits he’d wagered from his last opponent, he dismissed himself from the competition with a carefree wave of his hand, and with dark amber eyes, he made his way to you.
“Don’t you look pretty there, cheering me on,” he purred.
You crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on the chair pretending you didn’t care much for what he was saying. “You say I’m pretty, but you’ve barely paid attention to me tonight, handsome.” You smirked at him and winked when you finished your sentence, and Crosshair couldn’t help but smirk back as he took a seat across from you.
He took another sip out of his whisky and looked over at your glass of beer. “You nearly finished that.”
“My point exactly,” you shrugged.
“Come now,” Crosshair moved his chair over closer to you and slid his glass to match his new position on the table. “I was getting credits to spoil you.”
Your head jerked in his direction and you pouted up at him. “Really? How?”
Crosshair chuckled next to your ear, his warm breath over your skin sending shivers through your body. “I was thinking… we could get another round of drinks…”
“Uh-huh?” You prompted as your body leaned closer to him against your will. You could spend weeks, months even, trying not to appear too needy or desperate to him, trying to balance out your pleas to have him closer with your wit and your sarcasm, but all Crosshair had to do was lean in close and purr at you, and you were on your knees.
“We can have as many as you want,” Crosshair continued, “and then…”
You turned and met his eyes when he trailed off. “And?”
He leaned back on his chair and took a sip out of his whisky. But you, in turn, leaned forward to match him, taking the drink from his hand and sipping on it yourself.
“And then what?” You asked again.
Crosshair chuckled, the sound deep and enticing. He took his drink back from you and set it on the table, only to then reach for your chin with his hand, cold from the icy drink he’d just held. Crosshair looked you in the eyes, and for a moment you swore his gaze softened, but it soon regained its usual fire as his grip tightened when he pulled you close.
“Play your cards right and tonight might be your night,” Crosshair crooned.
You felt yourself clench around nothing between your legs, and before you had a thought of what to respond, Crosshair got up from the chair and made his way past the billiards tables to the bar, where he gestured to his drink and yours at the bartender.
That man was dangerously sexy.
You thought he’d come back to the table with you, but instead, you saw him heading towards the back of the bar when his glass was refilled. He looked back at you and signaled you to follow him, and you obeyed. Before leaving, you took the last fried cheese stick from the plate at the center of the table and ate it on the way, and when you walked past the bar, the bartender handed you the beer bottle Crosshair had ordered for you. You took it with a smile and followed Crosshair behind the bar to a storage room. It wasn’t too dim that you feared for your life, but it wasn’t well lit enough to attract any other attention to it, and inside it, Crosshair waited for you. You watched him stand there sipping from his whisky, looking gorgeous in those dark gray trousers and pitch-black shirt topped by a black leather jacket.
Crosshair turned around and let his gaze pierce into you, and a smirk formed on his lips as he approached you. Unsure what to expect from him, your heart squeezed when he reached his arm past you to close the door behind you, and when he pulled his arm back, he once again took his hand up to your chin and lifted your face up to look at him.
“Cross…” You sighed.
He chuckled. “You do want this, right?”
“Yes,” you nearly moaned. You set your beer down next to you on one of the boxes and let your hands snake up his chest until they found rest at the base of his neck. His free hand slid down your body and found the curve of your waist, pulling you closer—he didn’t need many more words before finally leaning down to kiss you.
It was everything you’d been fantasizing for months. Crosshair’s lips were warm and they kissed you with intent, igniting your veins and drenching you between your legs. You couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss as you clung tighter to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had to stand on your toes to press yourself closer to him, feeling yourself getting drunk on the whisky you could taste in him. Your arms shook, your legs felt as if they wouldn’t hold you up, and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest when you felt his hardness begin to press up against your body.
“Take me,” you mumbled. “Take me now, Crosshair.”
He chuckled. “Needy. How cute.”
With a strong grip, Crosshair led you towards one of the larger crates in the room and he let you go just to pat on the surface. You obliged and hopped onto the crate, sitting and parting your legs to let him press closer to you. With one hand still holding his drink, Crosshair wrapped an arm around your waist and resumed kissing you. Hungrily, you kissed him back and ran your hands all over his body. You felt the lean lines on his back and the strong muscles on his chest. You tried to get a feel of his arms, but there wasn’t much you could feel over that leather jacket, so instead, you let your hands return to his abdomen. Through the fabric, you could feel the lumps of his abs as well as some of the scars he’d gotten over the years, but choosing to focus less on the soldier and more on the man, you let your hands make their way downward.
Crosshair let the hand on your body travel as well. He felt himself getting harder at the sight of you in front of him, eager to let him in, your legs parted letting the fabric of your skirt barely attempt to hide the panties from his sight. His hand brushed down past the end of your skirt over the skin of your thigh, and Crosshair let his nails slightly dig into your flesh as he ran his hand down your leg. You whimpered and tightened your grip on him, your back straightening and making you press your breasts onto him, a reflex Crosshair may have enjoyed too much as you felt him grin into your lips.
His hand made its way up your body again. You felt his touch going up your leg and your belly until it eventually reached your chest, and he let his fingers expand over the curve of one of your breasts. Your breath hitched when Crosshair caressed and massaged you, squeezing with the perfect amount of strength to send your mind reeling without any pain, and soon, his fingertips found the bud of your nipple, which he freely pinched just enough to draw a moan from you.
“Fuck…” you whimpered.
Crosshair gave a low laugh. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, darlin’. We’re only allowed in here so long as we don’t make a scene to the whole bar, understood?”
You nodded, licking your lips before reaching down to grab the hem of your blouse, pulling it up and off your body. Crosshair’s gaze darkened as he glanced at your breasts and the delicate black bra that covered them. You reached back to undo the hook of your bra and he helped you take it off, growling as he saw the way your breasts fell freely. With a smirk, Crosshair managed to tear his gaze from your mounds and looked you in the eyes, holding his glass out to you.
“Hold this, darlin’,” he gave you the glass.
Dazed, you held onto his drink. Crosshair now had both of his hands free, and he first held the sides of your torso with his fingertips resting on your back, and he pulled you up while bending down and trailing kisses starting at your collarbone. He traced his lips over your chest, relishing in the way your panting made it go up and down while he brought his hands to your front again. Crosshair took one breast in each of his hands and resumed the massaging and caressing, and soon after, he started lightly pinching at your nipples before bringing his lips down at the level of your breasts.
You suppressed a moan as best as you could when Crosshair placed his lips over one of your nipples. He gently sucked on the bud while his hand continued to massage the other one, making you crave more. You slowly rubbed your hips against the crate under you and felt the dampness between your legs delicious with the friction. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you felt your own pulse down between your legs, so you threw your head back and enjoyed as Crosshair had his way with you.
Much to your pleasure, Crosshair soon resumed his way down, and the emptiness on your breasts was soon compensated by the sight of Crosshair kneeling down before you with dark eyes as he reached for your panties under your skirt. You wiggled to help him get them off and felt the cool air against your moist cunt. You heard Crosshair suck air in through his teeth, and he let his hands slide from your ankles up your legs until firmly grasped your hips.
When you finally felt his tongue against your cunt, you had to constantly convince yourself not to succumb entirely to the bliss—you didn’t want a shattered whisky glass ruining the moment. You moaned as quietly as you could, but the ecstasy wasn’t any less present in the lack of volume. Crosshair pressed himself deeper into your flesh, devouring you, expertly working his tongue and his lips over your all too sensitive clit. You couldn’t help but use your free hand to continue massaging one of your nibbles, just a little extra to enhance the pleasure you already felt.
And as Crosshair flicked his tongue quicker over your clit, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, causing you to press your hips forward onto him. It made him moan, his voice rumbling low in your flesh and making you roll your eyes back, dangerously close to release. Crosshair’s pace didn’t relent. He continued to suck away at your clit until you felt your hips quiver and the temperature of your body oscillate between hot and cold. Your mind went blank as you tried your best not to moan out his name—you were sure everyone out at the bar would hear you if you did. Your body squirmed on that crate as Crosshair continued to make you his own, and you were so gone that you barely noticed when his tongue left your pussy.
You whined softly when you realized he’d stopped. Crosshair was standing back up, and he reached for the glass of whisky in your hand, taking a long sip of it and downing half of its content. Crosshair grunted as the alcohol burned his throat, his chest heaving slightly after his efforts with you. You didn’t hold out your hand to take the glass from him again—messy as you were, you weren’t close to done. You wanted more, and you wanted him. You got down from the crate, and Crosshair watched you in confusion that turned into delight when he saw you kneeling down before him and reaching for the zipper of his pants.
“Oh, such a good girl,” Crosshair purred as he reached his free hand down to brush your cheek. You were still focused on undoing the button and zipper, until you finally pulled down the fabric to free his erection from confinement.
Your mouth watered at the sight. Sucking him off was yet another of the fantasies you’d had for months, just one more thing you dreamt of doing with him every time you met up with him at the bar. Every time you’d questioned if Crosshair was into you had led to that moment, alone with him in that storage room. He’d already claimed you, now it was your turn. You wrapped your fingers around his girth and took him into your mouth, starting off with just the tip, sucking and circling your tongue around it getting used to the taste.
Above you, Crosshair downed the rest of his whisky and set the glass down on another box beside him with a loud toc, moaning softly and whisper-grunting out “Fuck!” as you took more of his length in your mouth. Your breathing deepened, struggling ever so slightly at the fullness in your mouth, yet resolved to see it through. Still, you were aching between your legs as if your folds begged to be touched. It wasn’t like you needed both of your hands to suck Crosshair’s dick, so you took one of them down and rubbed small, quick circles on your clit, whimpering softly into his shaft.
Crosshair looked down at you. The way you had his cock in your mouth, the way you touched yourself, it nearly made him lose all sense of reason. His gaze softened at you as though it were filled with wonder and adoration more than desire. Crosshair reached a hand down and took some of your hair in his hand, stroking the curve of your head before resting his hand down beside your cheek again. The gesture prompted you to look up at him, and when you did, you nearly climaxed again when you noticed how beautifully he was looking at you. At that moment, Crosshair didn’t look like a man only thinking of sex, he looked like a man who adored you completely. Yet another one of your fantasies was coming true.
Your vision blurred, however, when your rubbing on your clit made you climax again. The waves of your orgasm made your lips tighten around Crosshair’s thickness, drawing a low moan from him. He mumbled a few other words you didn’t bother listening to. You were too deep in your orgasm to make sense of anything anyway. You only came to your senses when you felt his hand tugging your cheek ever so gently, bringing your rubbing on your clit to a stop as you looked at him again.
“I want to cum inside you,” Crosshair whispered as he helped you up and hastily helped you back onto the crate where he first had you.
You sat in a similar position as you had initially, with your legs parted and welcoming him to do whatever he wanted with you, and Crosshair leaned in close enough to have to rest his hands on the wall behind you just after sliding his length into your warm, wet walls. Your hands clung to his shoulders, clawing at the leather jacket that made him look dangerously handsome, and you felt your body bouncing with every thrust he gave into your hips. You could hear Crosshair grunting softly between luscious thrusts, as well as the sound of the bottles of alcohol within the crate clanking against each other with his movements. Softly, you whimpered—your cunt was already too sensitive from two orgasms. A third one was beginning to creep up on you, this one boiling deep inside you and promising to rattle you to your very bones. While you waited for it, you looked at Crosshair, his eyes dark and focusing on yours as he fucked deep into you.
You took a hand behind Crosshair’s head, curling your fingers in his hair, as you rested your forehead on his while never breaking eye contact. You wanted to be looking into those eyes when the pleasure took over you, and by the stars, it was everything you dreamed. When the waves of your third orgasm started, all you saw was Crosshair. All you felt was him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip, feeling your arousal dripping from your cunt and splashing your skin, and by extension his, and the only thought in your mind was his name. Not long after your walls had clenched around his cock, you heard Crosshair give a grunt and you felt his warmth filling you inside.
You had longed for that sensation, and it was unimaginably better than you ever could have anticipated. Crosshair then stopped his thrusts as the ropes of hot, thick cum continued to splash inside you, and when he was done, he slowly pulled out of you as you both attempted to catch your breaths.
The entirety of your weight still rested on the hard crate underneath you. You couldn’t feel any of the cold from the wall anymore. Its temperature had merged with the one Crosshair had made you feel—your inability to think about anything other than the wall behind you lay testament to how dumbfoundingly well he had just taken care of you. Your breathing slowed as you made contact with his beautiful amber gaze, his irises making you shiver with expectation as he got up and began leaning closer and his arms snaked towards you. Perhaps he had more in mind for you? You silently begged he would.
Your heart skipped a beat. Without warning, you felt the contact of Crosshair’s bare fingertips on your own, heedfully sliding across your palm from your pinky finger and forward towards your thumb. What you thought was an honest gesture of taking your hand turned out to be him reaching for his trousers for a pack of cigarettes, and before breaking eye contact with you to pull one out, you saw something flash in his eyes you didn’t know what to make out of.
Crosshair lit the cigarette and took a long inhale like it was the fresh air he yearned for. He watched you as you slowly regained composure and reached for your bra and your blouse, attempting to dress again.
“Need help with that?” He crooned.
“I’m good,” you replied. “But let me know next time you want to take these off me.”
Crosshair scoffed, taking another breath from his cigarette.
When you finished dressing you got down from the crate and stood firmly on the ground. You made your way over to Crosshair and he opened the door of the cellar, standing aside to let you through first. You smiled at him and were just about to step out the door when you hastily remembered your beer was still in there—no way you were gonna leave that abandoned. Though you focused on your drink, you did manage to hear Crosshair chuckle as he walked after you back towards the bar.
Crosshair draped an arm around your shoulders as you both walked back to the table you’d chosen earlier. He pulled a chair out for you to sit and went across to sit in front of you, and shortly after, a waiter brought him another glass of whisky. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d ordered—were you that awestruck from your recent encounter in the cellar?
“Do you want anything else, doll?” He asked you.
“What?” You snapped your attention to him, stuttering. “No, no, I’m… good.”
Crosshair chuckled. You could tell he was just being cocky.
The night wore on mostly in silence as you finished up your drinks. Though many of your daydreams had just become reality, you weren’t sure what was going to happen next. You were happy to suggest more things, but you were also curious to see what Crosshair had in mind. If nothing else came up, you would ask him to your place, and maybe he could spend the night, maybe you could play something on the holo for background noise while he made you his own again…
You set your empty beer bottle down on the table and looked up at him, your eyes wide and beckoning him. In one gulp, he finished his whisky and began to stand up, and you followed.
Crosshair looked over at the bartender. “Put it on Hunter’s tab, will you?”
You saw the bartender nod, but you quickly focused on Crosshair again as he adjusted his jacket. He put the cigarette out on the ashtray on the center of the table and finally looked at you, smirking softly as he began to make his way towards the exit with you next to him. The cool air hit you hard when you were out on the street, and without any prompt, you felt Crosshair placing his jacket over you.
“Thanks,” you mumbled.
You both stood in silence, and the absence of words or plans was destroying you. Finally, you reached within you for courage.
“Would you like to go back to my place?” You asked him.
Crosshair chuckled as he reached a hand for your chin, letting you see the snake tattoo that was prominent on his forearm. The gesture and the ink made you clench around nothing all over again.
“You still want more?” He hummed.
“Yes,” you admitted. “But I was also thinking maybe we could just… spend the night? You know, if you’re tired. Just us.”
He chuckled again. “Can’t. I ship out early.”
Your heart sank. “Crosshair…”
He raised a brow at you, prompting you to speak.
“I want to know…” you trailed off. “What we did back there… it wasn’t nothing, right?”
“Did it feel like nothing?” He asked.
“Well, no—”
“Don’t fix what isn’t broken, darlin’,” he evaded you.
“You know what I mean,” you said. “We’ve been meeting up for months. I want you, Crosshair, more than just in a hidden cellar.”
Crosshair sighed. “Please don’t go and ruin this. Not now.”
You felt your heart plummeting inside you. Were you delusional? Those times his eyes had softened at you, his fingers brushing your cheeks with such care, was it all yet another daydream you’d fabricated? Had you just made an utter fool of yourself?
“Oh…” you whispered. “I…”
He sighed. Crosshair looked like he was about to say something else, but you didn’t want to give yourself more reasons to get your heart broken.
“That’s fine, I… I got it wrong,” you said before he could speak.
“Come on, doll,” Crosshair faced you. “I’m always on the move and way too close to blaster fire for us to be a good idea.”
“Then what the hell was that back there?” You gestured at the cellar.
“I like to have my fun.” Crosshair shrugged.
Fury boiled within you. “Are you kidding me? That’s what you mean, that I’m just a bit of fun?”
“I mean I’m not tied down, and neither are you,” Crosshair looked you in the eyes. Whatever emotions he showed before, this time you were sure he was completely serious.
But knowing he was being honest didn’t make things any easier.
Crosshair sighed. “Look, just…”
You looked at him, not knowing whether to hope for him to say something to remedy your feelings or not.
“You’re great,” he said. “And I look forward to seeing you when I come back to this planet. But don’t mistake this for something else. You’d be wasting your time with me.”
“I wouldn’t,” you tried to appeal, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Crosshair, I am mad for you! Tonight has been everything I’ve been yearning for months. You are all I want, this is all I want.”
He didn’t say anything to you. He simply looked you in the eyes with dismay.
Slowly, you unwrapped your arms from Crosshair’s waist. “But… you don’t want that.”
Crosshair looked upset. You figured he wasn’t a monster, and anyone would appear upset when making such a rejection. For your sake, you wouldn’t make anymore of it. Crosshair was difficult to read as it was.
You took his jacket off and handed it to him. “You’ll be needing this.”
“Babe, don’t do this—”
“You either do or you don’t, Crosshair,” you said, unwilling to have your time be wasted. “And right now you’re telling me you don’t, so…”
For a moment, Crosshair seemed to sadden.
You sighed. “I should just go home.”
Crosshair tore his eyes from you for a moment and he took the jacket from your grip in a surprisingly gentle manner. “I guess you should.”
You managed to meet his gaze. You didn’t want him to be out of your life, as much as you were heartbroken by him pushing you away. And the thought of him being out at war, all alone, with his life on the line every day… The idea of something happening to him and you not being in his life somehow was even more dreadful than the idea of losing him whilst having had the chance to love him.
But there was no changing Crosshair’s mind.
“Be safe,” you managed to say.
Crosshair looked at you again, his eyes laden with sorrow. Had you been more naive, you would have expected him to tell you not to leave, that he was wrong, he’d been an idiot, that he did want to be with you. But waiting for something that wouldn’t happen was too painful, and you decided to be the one who left first.
You walked homeward without looking back, and as a tear rushed down your cheek, you tried your best not to blame yourself for thinking your feelings could go both ways.
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Blue and white specs of hyperspace surrounded the Marauder. Crosshair sat in his usual chair, in his usual pose of having one leg crossed over the other while the Firepuncher rifle rested across the length of his shin. Holding the rifle, his thumb tapped rhythmically over the scope in tandem with the beat of the song he was listening to on two very discreet yet very loud earbuds. The bass and the guitar, the strong and steady drums reminded him of himself, but the lyrics only made him think of you. The stoic sniper kept a straight face during the multiple times he listened to it, and his mind was able to ponder on many things at once.
What were you up to? Why was he doing something he’d openly laugh at someone else if they were doing the exact same by listening to a rock song thinking of you? What were you wearing that day? How many more men had perished in the battle he was headed to since he and his squad received the briefing? Was it even still daytime on Coruscant? And if it was night time, were you in the arms of another? He hadn’t given you a reason to cling to him anyway, not the last time he’d met you.
He focused his mind on you, your eyes staring up at him, the warmth of your body against his and the pitch of your little whimpers, the way your fingertips curled around his hair when he made you squirm and how your soft lips felt on his skin. He thought back to the moment he nearly took your hand and fooled himself into grabbing a cigarette instead. And then he’d done it again when he told you it was all a bit of fun, when he said he didn’t want to be yours, when he stood there watching you walk away from him.
Despite your absence, Crosshair had been seeing you for nights since his shore leave on Coruscant ended. You were constantly on his mind, much to his annoyance. The fact that every dream and every song lyric brought your face back into his sights was a constant reminder of his own incapacity to admit something so basic—but if it was so basic, why did that feeling fucking eat him away from the inside out? Crosshair sneered. He was at a point where he feared only the unspeakable horrors of war would succeed in removing you from his mind, a fact he didn’t know if it would be terrible or merciful. But he, alongside everyone inside the Marauder, was in for one hell of a battle, already forecast to be one of the bloodiest of the war.
If that didn’t do it, nothing would.
Crosshair’s head swayed forward and back as exhaustion took over him, and he had no sense to even make out how beneficial it would be for him to get a few winks of sleep before reaching the trenches that waited for him on landfall. Blurs of you raced through his mind as the chorus of the song echoed in his subconscious for another countless time, and after what had only felt like seconds, Crosshair regained consciousness to a Marauder that was navigating the transition between space and the tremorous atmosphere of their destination.
Even the clouds foretold the misery that waited for them down there.
Crosshair still had the earbuds on, shielding him from the sounds playing out before him, but he was able to make out Hunter’s silhouette approaching him as he mouthed the words be ready, and a cold shudder took over Crosshair as he saw Hunter had an aura of dread in him as well.
The Marauder shook from the heavy turbulence around it. Crosshair removed the earbuds and slipped his helmet over his head, and he took his rifle, ready for anything. If he made it out alive, he’d probably ask you out for whisky the moment he saw you again.
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You couldn’t help but feel wary when your doorbell rang. No one ever visited you, you weren’t expecting anything to be delivered, or anyone to drop by, you didn’t even have anything planned that night. In the absence of anything going on, you figured you’d make your way across your little apartment to the door.
“Who is it?” You called.
From the other side of your door, you were met with hesitation. You were then surprised by hearing your name being spoken in a coiled, smooth voice, its pitch low that made your name sound like the galaxy’s rarest delicacy.
You opened the door.
There stood Crosshair, dressed in black and gray like he usually would when he met you at the bar. This time he wasn’t wearing a jacket, and the short sleeves of his shirt let you see the snake tattoo on his forearm that you loved so much, as well as the veins and thin layer of hair that made you wild. Still, as much as you loved that tattoo, the detail of a fresh, light-brown scar on his other forearm didn’t escape you.
You still hadn’t forgotten the way you’d parted the last time you were with him—you weren’t about to foolishly welcome him in again.
“What are you doing here?” You asked him, your voice plagued with more genuine curiosity than the spite of the walls you tried to put up.
Crosshair didn’t speak. He stepped forward and took you in his arms, quickly wrapping them around your silhouette as though clinging to your back and waist. The way he pressed your body to his was alien, but by no means unwelcome. You felt his heartbeat quicken against you as his grip gradually tightened, and as he straightened his back, you had to lift yourself to be on your toes.
“Crosshair?” You inquired.
He gave a brief shake before steadying himself again. “I needed to see you.”
With a brief sigh, your heart sank. You’d watched the news over the past few days, and now that a soldier was clinging to you for dear life, you managed to put two and two together.
“You were on Umbara, weren’t you?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, somber, yet comforting.
Crosshair loosened his grip just enough to look you in the eyes, and the snark and wit were suddenly gone from his gaze replaced by revelation.
“Your brothers?” You followed up. “Are they okay?”
“They’re all fine, but…” Crosshair trailed off. “Too many platoons. Too many families were broken.”
You never thought he cared that much. You gently reached a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your warmth while having one of his own hands fly up to meet your own, holding your palm closer to him. You could see the remorse in his eyes, but you wouldn’t be arrogant enough to believe that remorse was only caused by you. You feared the answer of your next question.
“Did you…?” You couldn’t even bring yourself to finish the thought.
Crosshair shuddered at the memory of a blue and white helmet under his scope. He shuddered at the thought of what would have been and how many more would have fallen if Rex hadn’t run past him waving his arms. The idea of someone, anyone, using him against his brothers, controlling him with sinister motives and turning him against his own brothers… Crosshair knew how dangerous he would be, and the thought terrified him.
“I need you,” Crosshair admitted. “All that time, I needed you. I didn’t want to die out there. I didn’t want to kill one of my own.”
“Hey…” You comforted him. “None of you knew.”
Crosshair cupped your hands with his face, the gentle gesture rendered desperate with his grip giving away how starved he was.
“I need you,” he said again, a faint growl appearing in his voice. “I need to know if you feel this agony when you’re away from me, if you’d be the only home I would return to. I want to be too fucking busy being yours to die out there. I want to be yours I’m willing to crawl back to you every fucking time.”
Your eyes widened in endearment and disbelief at the words he’d spoken. “I thought you didn’t want that…”
Crosshair’s gaze and grip softened as he leaned in closer to you until his lips fell on yours. He only broke the kiss to look you in the eyes again, more serious than he ever could be.
“I was an idiot,” he admitted.
You chuckled softly. “You kind of were. But so was I. I should have admitted my feelings too, long ago.”
Crosshair smiled softly and shook his head. “Wouldn’t have made a difference. I’m too stubborn.”
You giggled, cupping his face. “I like you stubborn.”
His smile turned into a smirk. “I know.”
Your hands traveled over to his chest, where they rested gently. “Would you like to go somewhere? Clear your head?”
“I was wondering if you’d let me take you up on the offer to spend the night,” Crosshair answered without hesitation.
You smiled. “Absolutely.”
“But no cheesy soap operas on the holo,” Crosshair added.
“You sure?” You grinned with mischief. “Scandal Gal is getting really good. I think Flair and Puck are finally gonna get together.”
Crosshair directed a deadpan stare at you, but that was one of your favorite expressions on his face. You giggled, wrapping your arms fully around his shoulders as you softly kissed his chin.
“I’m here and I’m yours, you hear me?” Your tone softened.
A subdued exhale left Crosshair as his gaze turned gentle on you, but his grip around your waist hardened. Before you made sense of the door of your apartment finally closing, Crosshair pressed his lips to yours with his movements quickly igniting a passion between you. You forgot the holos and the music and whatever refreshments you could have offered your guest. There was only one thing you wanted to do that night.
The stumbling between your apartment’s door and your bed was a blur, but as soon as you were able to make sense of being in your bedroom, you felt Crosshair picking you up and setting you gently on the bed. He crawled on the bed too, perching himself up on his knees to pull his shirt up over his body to cast it aside, and you couldn’t help the tiny whimper that left you at the sight of him.
Crosshair was gorgeous, with his beautiful bronze skin apparently glowing in the light of your room. The snake tattoo on his forearm seemed more prominent when he was shirtless, but your eyes were drawn to the area of his chest where you couldn’t help but stare at the thin layer of hair near the center, as well as the little 99 tattooed underneath his left pec. There were also scars scattered around his torso, all balanced out with the lean lines of his muscles.
He smirked at the sight of you, proud that you apparently liked what you saw. You knew he wasn’t done, for he then proceeded to undo his trousers, which you gladly watched him do. When Crosshair was naked in front of you, you hurried to take off your blouse and your pants, which he helped you out of, until at last you lay bare and naked underneath him.
The electricity of the moment paled in comparison to the cellar at the bar the other night, an occasion far more desperate and wanting at the time. This was far more intimate, even romantic, as Crosshair leaned down and made contact with your skin. You felt yourself engulfed in his warmth as he kissed you again. He switched between your lips, your chin, and your neck, ravishing you and making you feel like you were among clouds. You rested your head back on the pillow and let him have his way with you, which would pleasantly surprise you sooner rather than later when you felt his fingers beginning to stroke you between your legs.
A moan escaped you like honey. Crosshair applied the right amount of pressure to your folds to make the pleasure begin to flow through your body, steady and delicious. Your arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as you continued to kiss him, and when you brushed your tongue past his lips to wrestle with his, you felt his long finger slipping inside your walls to stroke and curl inside you. Hungrily, you moaned into him, partly wishing it was his cock inside you rather than his finger, but you wouldn’t rush things.
Delectably slowly, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, and the way your moaning escalated lay testament to that. Your grip around Crosshair was as hard as it could be, and when he began to feel your walls tighten around his finger, Crosshair emerged from your lips and gasped for air, looking into your eyes. You pleaded to him with your gaze not to stop, to please continue and push you over that edge you so desperately wanted. All it took was a smirk from him to finally do it, and you began to quiver underneath him as you moaned loud enough for the adjacent apartments to hear you. Incoherent mumbles escaped you, but among them, Crosshair was able to make out the words kiss me, please, and he obliged.
You drowned in the feeling of his lips on yours while your orgasm endured, and as the waves wore off, you felt Crosshair shifting your positions. Now, his back lay flat on the bed and you were on top of him, and it was only then that you broke the kiss to position your entrance on top of his erection. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on him, and with his strong hands, Crosshair helped you bounce up and down rhythmically.
“Come here,” Crosshair beckoned.
You leaned forward while Crosshair continued thrusting upwards, and you enjoyed the feeling of being close to him once again. Your lips found his and you kissed him with the same fire as before, only pausing to look into his gorgeous eyes as the pleasure filled you again. Your attention lingered on every one of Crosshair’s tiny grunts and moans—they were enough to send sparks through your whole body, and you felt you could listen to him do that forever. Crosshair’s grip on your hips tightened, thrusting into you at a speed you felt was impossible, and at that rhythm of pounding, you quickly shattered over him in another orgasm, moaning louder than before and quaking on top of his body. You felt your arousal squirting out of you and dripping onto his skin, a feeling you knew he picked up on when he moaned deep and delicious into the room. Not long after that, the familiar sensation of hot ropes of cum strewing inside of you made you see white, and you felt your body rise and fall in tandem with Crosshair’s heavy breathing as he slowed down and tried to recover himself.
“Mine…” Crosshair mumbled. “Fuck, you’re mine.”
You moaned at his words and leaned down to kiss him. “All yours, handsome…”
With the strength he had left, Crosshair tightened his grip around you and flipped you over, and now, he was on top of you.
Your man, your lover, was nowhere near done with you, and you were ready for nights like those to become a regular part of both of your lives.
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*Ghoap and reader after having sex*
Soap: Do you know that atoms never touch each other, you've never touched anything in your life.
Reader: …
Ghost: Are you saying this because you came right after my dick touched yours?
Soap, shaking and bisexually confused: I don't know what you are talking about.
I just love reader and Ghost helping Soap discover himself they also want to devour him and to care for him the process of self discovery and forever after, they are married your honor.
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Poisonous Thoughts***
The Bad Batch PROMPT EVENT
Crosshair X F!Reader
word count: 1.6k
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prompts:
Person A: go fuck yourself
Person B: fuck me yourself, you coward.
With your relationship already on the rocks, Crosshair’s jealousy about your friendship with Howzer only adds fuel to the fire.
warnings: NSFW, 18+. sexual themes and explicit language. Jealous Crosshair, name calling, angsty, slight spoilers for episodes 6&7, implied blowjobs, mutual pining, first kiss, enemies to friends to friends to enemies to enemies to lovers. This was pretty bad and messy and all over the place. Order 66 mention.
authors note: part of the TBB PROMPT EVENT by @arctrooper69, @dumfanting & @freesia-writes. Thanks for the tag 🤍 and seeing as most people wanted me to write for Crosshair in my last poll it seems only fitting to do this!
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Your relationship with Crosshair was chaotic, to say the least.
From initial animosity to a begrudging tolerance, and finally to friendship within a span of a few months, you found yourself developing a deep emotional connection with the Marksman. A very deep one. He was the kind of person who you would search for in a crowded room, wanting him to get you away from it all.
Your feelings for him left you in a state of confusion for quite some time, thoughts almost poisoned and fueled by a hope that perhaps he felt the same. There were signs—his genuine smiles reserved only for you, his seeking of your advice in moments of need, and the subtle shifts in his demeanor around you.
Then came Order 66.
When it began, you lost him. The moment it was issued, you felt his absence keenly not physically but mentally. He suddenly turned cold. And then he was gone.
And despite the anger that filled your heart for months, you almost found solace in considering his actions to be his inhibitor chip. There was a glimmer of hope but when Kamino fell, his unwavering loyalty to the new Empire blinded him.
The memory of that night alone in your bunk, crying until your throat burned, never faded. You even entertained the desperate idea of pleading with Hunter to turn back and bring him onboard, but deep down, you knew it was futile. Your love for him was over before it truly began.
Months later, as things spiraled from bad to worse, you found yourselves reunited. In that moment, your mind was a blank slate. You didn't know how to react or what to feel. Your emotions oscillated between love and hatred, a cycle that seemed endless. But there was a bitterness in you.
Each day brought another round of tiptoeing around Crosshair. While the others seemed to have moved past his past transgressions, eager to bury the hatchet, for you, it felt like starting over from square one.
He exuded the same coldness and distance that characterized your initial encounters, his silence speaking volumes. That is until Howzer spoke to you.
As you engaged in small talk with Howzer, Crosshair couldn't resist interjecting with his unwelcome remarks. You understood Howzer's animosity towards Crosshair, but what puzzled you was Crosshair's hostility towards him. You shot him bitter glares whenever he spoke out of turn, only for him to leave before any response could be made.
What was his problem?
This scenario repeated itself several times. From the corner of the room, you could feel the weight of that familiar glare from times past, and as your eyes met, Crosshair's stare remained unyielding.
One evening, yourself and Crosshair found yourselves aboard the Remora with Echo. "You and Howzer seem... close," his drawling voice came from behind you, causing you to momentarily freeze, shooting Echo an annoyed glance as he awaited your response.
"I speak to him the same amount as I speak to everyone else," you retorted, rolling your eyes after mustering your voice, refusing to turn around to face Crosshair.
"Funny," he began, "I don't recall you speaking to me that much."
Gazing out of the window, a slow realisation dawned upon you. He was jealous. The absurdity of it all almost made you smirk. Despite the flutter in your stomach wondering why he could be jealous, you relished in the opportunity to make him squirm first. "Perhaps he has more riveting conversational qualities."
Echo audibly inhaled a deep breath, seemingly perpetually caught in the crossfire of arguments involving Crosshair and someone else. Meeting Crosshair's gaze this time, a small scowl etched onto his face, you continued, "I have my doubts."
"No need to," you added, meeting his gaze squarely. "I don't see him wanting to talk to you anyway. And the same goes for me."
"Thought you grew up from being a brat?" His words ignited a fiery rage within you, prompting you to rise to your feet. "And I thought you had some more respect for yourself. But you're just a jealous little man," you shot back, your words laced with venom.
Echo swiftly intervened, positioning himself between the two of you. "Can you guys do this elsewhere? All this bickering is giving me a headache."
Crosshair's gaze shifted away from yours, his demeanor faltering. "Gladly," he muttered before stalking off, leaving you to follow in his wake.
Once out of earshot, you wasted no time in confronting him. "Got nothing else to say, huh?" you challenged. "Are you going to try and deny that you're jealous?"
"I have nothing to be jealous about," he snarled, plucking the toothpick from his lips and slamming it to the ground. "You're not mine."
You couldn't help but laugh, a bitter edge to your tone. "You're right about that. You had your chance, and you blew it."
For a moment, you watched as he froze, his expression betraying a hint of confusion. "What do you mean I 'blew it'?" he demanded, his voice tinged with incredulity.
Suddenly, the weight of your words hit you, and you found yourself looking down, shaking your head. "Nothing. I didn't mean to say that," you murmured, hoping to retract your statement.
"I don't believe you," he countered, stepping closer, his presence enveloping you entirely. "You never liked me."
A sudden pang of realisation struck your heart. With your stomach tied in knots, you met his intense gaze. "Is that what you always thought?"
He continued to stare you down, searching for any hint of deception, but to his surprise, he found none. Yet, his stubbornness refused to accept it. "You're lying," he insisted, his voice firm.
"No," you muttered, your voice trembling with emotion, "but I wish I was."
He scoffed dismissively, turning his back on you with a bitter twist to his expression. "I don't get you. If you had these feelings, why did you never tell me?" His voice cracked with frustration, his shoulders tense with unresolved tension.
"I could say the same," you shot back, your bravery tinged with desperation, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did. But as his gaze met yours, a storm of conflicting emotions raged within you.
His frustrated glare softened briefly, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability before he turned away again, his back a wall of defense.
Memories flooded your mind—quiet moments shared between you, moments where unspoken words hung heavy in the air, suffocating in their silence. You remembered the times when he seemed on the verge of opening up, only to retreat into himself.
In that moment, a surge of resentment bubbled within him, fueled by months of unanswered questions and unspoken truths. "Go fuck yourself," he spat, his words dripping with anger and self-loathing. Yet beneath the anger and hurt, there lingered a flicker of longing, a desperate yearning for connection buried deep within both of you, waiting to be acknowledged.
“Go fuck me yourself, you coward.” The words tumbled from your lips before you could even process them, but in that heated moment, consequences be damned.
He whirled around, his gaze piercing into yours as he strode towards you with purpose, until you were backed up against the wall, his breath hot against your face. "Say. That. Again," he demanded, his voice laced with urgency, his eyes searching yours for any sign of sincerity.
It wasn't a threat; it was a plea, a desperate plea for honesty amidst the chaos of emotions swirling between the both of you. Did you mean it? Of course. Of course you fucking did.
Your breath hitched in your throat as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Crosshair, I..." you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words to express the tumult of feelings coursing through you.
"I know," he murmured softly, his gaze softening as he understood, as if everything that needed to be said had already been said.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips against yours in a swift yet tender kiss, his hands cradling your face gently, overwhelming you with a rush of warmth and longing that eclipsed both of your poisonous thoughts.
“Come with me,” he rasps against your lips, a gentle tug on your hand that had you willingly coming with him and far, far away from Echo’s ears.
He guides you through the ship until you both come to the refresher, both of you tumbling inside as your kisses become fervent, desperate and needy.
He pulls back for a moment, gazing down at you as if to see you were real and not a figment of his imagination before his lips latch onto your neck, sucking and bruising your skin. You whine in pleasure, keeling into his body as your hands move down to his crotch.
Softly, you palm against his erection, gasping as you feel the outline of his hardening cock. “I want you Cross,” you gasp as his teeth graze along your flesh.
He growls low and guttural, but understands, “I know kitten,” his hands travel up the underside of your shirt, fingers stroking against your breasts as his hips involuntarily jerk into the touch of your hand, “as soon as we get back to Pabu… fuck, I can’t even begin to tell you what I’m going to do to you.”
You grin, a sultry laugh parting your lips. “Perhaps you should show me.”
“Refresher isn’t big enough.” He grunts, “but I could give you a taster?”
His tone is suggestive and your core pangs with arousal at the possibilities. “How so?”
He gazes down at you, one hand now cupping your jaw with his thumb dancing over your lower lip. There’s a longing, a love in his eyes but unmistakably there’s one of pure lust too. “Get on your knees and find out.”
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Sunset
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Rating: This is still an 18+ blog
Pairing: Jesse x fem!reader
Wordcount: 2k
Warning: None. Just fluff and flirting, first kiss
A/N: OP 2022/05/17 - This was a gift for the lovely @nunanuggets
Summary: Growing up as a clone on Kamino means that he was denied the feeling to be a teenager in love. Time to catch up!
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However Jesse had thought this layover would turn out, he hadn't imagined - this. No, this was a thousand times better.
Rex was still injured at Cut and Suu's farm. Kix, who had indicated that he still outranked his captain until he was fighting fit, had insisted that they had to stay another night before Rex would be ready for transport. General Kenobi had ordered that Kix, along with Hardcase and himself, also stay behind to ensure the Captain's safety. A shuttle would come tomorrow morning to pick them up and bring them back on board the Resolute. Knowing Kix, Jesse was sure there's probably no reason to NOT head back to the fleet immediately, but the medic wanted to provide them at least one quiet evening before the usual stress and rush would await them tomorrow. And maybe he'd seen the impact Cut's life had on Rex. Pretending for one evening they would be a family, would have a family of their own, could only be a heart-balm.
Then you showed up for dinner, coming over from the nearest farm. And Jesse and his brothers had learned that you and the Lawquanes were friends and that you helped each other when things got tough. You were the one who introduced Cut to Suu after he deserted.
The food had been more delicious than anything Jesse had ever eaten, not difficult with the usual slop from the mess hall and rationbars, but it had been difficult to focus on it. In the light-hearted atmosphere, with his brothers laughing and the children chattering, Jesse had watched you silently as you talked to Suu, a smile spreading across your face. From the first moment he was attracted by your nature and breeziness. You probably didn't know about your effect on him while he wished he could... "Dangerous thoughts," he had admonished himself, trying not to stare.
At sunset you said you were going back and Rex, with a grin on his face, ordered Jesse to walk you home. Kriff, at least one of them seemed to have noticed.
And that's how Jesse ended up walking alongside you through the sprawling swamps towards your farm. Dusk was already falling, the humid air had cooled down somewhat and the promise of something special lay in the green shimmer of the upcoming night. He matched his long stride with yours, and while you were talking about this and that, his hand accidentally brushed yours. Despite the glove, he instantly felt electrified and withdrew his hand right away, hoping you didn't notice his tension.
"We're almost there. You can already see my house over there on the other side of the willow.” You turned your head to face him and hesitated before speaking further. “Do you have to go back in a minute, or do you maybe have some time left, trooper?”
He probably should have gone straight back to his brothers, but your company was simply too pleasant to give up just yet.
"We'll be picked up tomorrow morning, I should be back by then," he said with a sheepish smile.
"What do you think of us sitting here just a little longer by the stones and watching the triple moons rise? Nothing compares to the beauty of the green luminescence in the air as they ascend above the horizon."
Jesse could have protested, as you were a far more beautiful sight than anything he had ever seen before, but instead he just nodded and followed you wordlessly to the large stones in the grass. You both sat in silence for a while, listening to the buzzing of the insects and the distant grunting of the eopies.
“Good thing we came across the willows with the eopies. Finding the Lawquanes probably saved Rex's life,” he eventually broke the silence, at a loss for something else to say.
“Yeah, you were really lucky. A few years ago this willow didn't even exist," you said. "There used to be meadows all around us where I spent my childhood with my siblings and friends. So many happy years before war finally found its way to Saleucami. Even if it's rather peaceful out here, the comforting feeling of security is gone forever since yesterday."
How frightening the situation must be for you, Jesse reflected, to be afflicted at last by the horrifying events of the clone wars here in the Outer Rim. All his life he has known nothing else than war, and was bred for it. He wouldn't even exist without it. But you... Suddenly he wondered what your life was like before there was this war. Maybe he could distract you for a brief moment and brighten your thoughts a little.
"What was it like back then?" he asked.
"Back then? It's not that long ago, either,” you giggled and Jesse felt his cheeks flush. Kriff, the age thing is hard to judge when you're only ten in the body of a twenty-year-old yourself.
And then you told him, about hordes of boisterous children who had rollicked through the swamps, pretending to be explorers of the galaxy. Who had dreamed of becoming the best pilots from here to the Inner Core and had supported and comforted each other as they slowly grew into adults. You told him about snickering girls and cheeky boys who gradually went from buddies to annoying accompaniments.. only to become interesting in a completely different way all of a sudden... you talked about racing hearts and secret kisses in the tall grass.
Jesse listened to you carefully. 'How would it feel, to be a teenager in love?' he thought. As a clone he was not entitled to such things. All he had were regulations - with the strict indication of what was out of the question for his kind. Of course they didn't stick to it! Random hook-ups were practically a part of most shore leave, forbidden or not. However, falling in love, indulging in the feeling of discovering something new and exciting, was an experience he was denied, like most of his brothers.
Without him noticing at first, you've stopped talking and looked at him with eager eyes, a bemused smile on your lips. Lips, so gently curved, he would have loved to kiss. All he'd have to do would be to lean forward...
“What are you thinking, Jesse?”
The sound of his name coming from your lips made his heart beat faster.
"I wonder what it would have been like..." he suddenly felt nervous at what he was about to say, "if I could have experienced that too."
"What? You mean playing in a meadow – or kissing?” The soft expression on your face, the way you studied him so intensely, had his mind spinning.
"Hey! Of course I've kissed. Quite often as a matter of fact! I mean it's…” he broke off somehow embarrassed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. No, that wasn't what he wanted to say. He inhaled sharply and tried again: “On Kamino there is only water and the facilities are clinical. No meadows. Not that it has bothered us anyway, all day training kept us cadets busy, preparing us for our life as troopers. And it’s no different on Coruscant, ” he paused briefly before continuing. "No, what I actually meant is... what it's like to fall in love."
There is was, an admission of his - inexperience - in certain things. And Sith’s hell, despite his usual confidence, despite everything he's been through in the past few years, Jesse suddenly felt insecure. Just as it would have been back then.
"That's a pity." Your voice sounded so soft, quieter than before. Suddenly his heart was in his mouth as you leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked with yours. Your finger slowly traced his vambrace and he cursed the plastoid that kept him from feeling the gentle touch against his skin.
“Would you like to find out?”
“Yes,” he responded huskily.
And then you leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you until your faces were only inches apart, your eyes never left his. Time stopped as you locked your lips with him and both of you just held there motionless, savoring the moment. His eyes were still open when you withdrew and tilted your head to the other side. Your nose brushed against his and he felt your warm breath on his lips. And when you moved your hand to cup his face, when your thumb gently caressed his cheek, his eyes eventually fell shut and he kissed you again. And as he did, he felt himself relax, his shoulders dropped and the usual tension inside him vanished.
Jesse took your face in his hands, but he was still wearing his gloves. Without breaking the kiss he ripped them off and tossed them aside, eager for feeling your skin beneath his fingertips. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he buried his hand in your hair at the back of your head and felt your strands in between his fingers, he pulled you even tighter and cradled your nape. Yes, he had kissed before, but it has never felt like this. The butterflies roused in his stomach as he melted into the kiss. He swept his tongue over your bottom lip. You parted them and let him in, allowing him gently to explore every inch of your mouth. Kriff, he had no idea what he was missing, when he was denied the pleasure of being a teenager falling in love. And even though he was a full grown man by now, the sensation was just the same. The scent of the surrounding grass filled his nostrils, the warmth of your body seeped into his. Your lips were soft and you tasted like summer and night air and the sweetest fruits. And he couldn’t ever get enough of it…
He spent hours kissing you and let himself be kissed back. Your lips met again and again, sweet, soft, full of insatiable longing as your mouths moved in concert, lazily making out. As time went by, Jesse became a little bolder and trailed his hands up and down your sides. He felt your curves beneath the fabric of your shirt. And even if he restrained himself from slipping his hands under your shirt to feel more of your bare skin, the sensation was intense. He felt you shiver under his touch and moaned into the kiss as you gasped at his touch.
At last your mouths reluctantly parted, and he was watching you with his soft amber eyes. Deep inside he hoped, you would feel the weight of his devotion for you. For the gift you have made him. He brushed his fingers against your cheek as he struggled for words.
“Where do we go from here?” he quietly asked.
“I don’t know,” you answered, “You’ll be gone by tomorrow”.
“Do you want to…?”
“No. Falling in love goes slow. And we wouldn’t have done it right if we’d rush things.”
Both of you knew there’s no tomorrow for you, but for this evening you pretended there might be one. When he looked at you, he saw your bright eyes filled with moonlight, and a beaming smile spread across his face, sparking in his gaze.
“Cyar’ika, if you think you’ll get rid of me so easily, I’m afraid to tell you, you are wrong.”
Jesse gave you his personal comm, desperately hoping you'd contact him. Maybe - one day. But when he laid down to sleep half an hour later in Cut’s barn, ignoring the prying eyes and suggestive comments from his inquisitive brothers, he already heard the slight buzz he yearned for.
“Good night, and sweet dreams, my love.”
Jesse boarded the shuttle the next morning with an indescribable sweet ache in his chest. And when he saw the surface of Saleucami slowly becoming blurred, he knew for sure he’d come back to you, as soon as he could.
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nunanuggets · 7 days
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Sunset
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Rating: This is still an 18+ blog
Pairing: Jesse x fem!reader
Wordcount: 2k
Warning: None. Just fluff and flirting, first kiss
A/N: OP 2022/05/17 - This was a gift for the lovely @nunanuggets
Summary: Growing up as a clone on Kamino means that he was denied the feeling to be a teenager in love. Time to catch up!
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However Jesse had thought this layover would turn out, he hadn't imagined - this. No, this was a thousand times better.
Rex was still injured at Cut and Suu's farm. Kix, who had indicated that he still outranked his captain until he was fighting fit, had insisted that they had to stay another night before Rex would be ready for transport. General Kenobi had ordered that Kix, along with Hardcase and himself, also stay behind to ensure the Captain's safety. A shuttle would come tomorrow morning to pick them up and bring them back on board the Resolute. Knowing Kix, Jesse was sure there's probably no reason to NOT head back to the fleet immediately, but the medic wanted to provide them at least one quiet evening before the usual stress and rush would await them tomorrow. And maybe he'd seen the impact Cut's life had on Rex. Pretending for one evening they would be a family, would have a family of their own, could only be a heart-balm.
Then you showed up for dinner, coming over from the nearest farm. And Jesse and his brothers had learned that you and the Lawquanes were friends and that you helped each other when things got tough. You were the one who introduced Cut to Suu after he deserted.
The food had been more delicious than anything Jesse had ever eaten, not difficult with the usual slop from the mess hall and rationbars, but it had been difficult to focus on it. In the light-hearted atmosphere, with his brothers laughing and the children chattering, Jesse had watched you silently as you talked to Suu, a smile spreading across your face. From the first moment he was attracted by your nature and breeziness. You probably didn't know about your effect on him while he wished he could... "Dangerous thoughts," he had admonished himself, trying not to stare.
At sunset you said you were going back and Rex, with a grin on his face, ordered Jesse to walk you home. Kriff, at least one of them seemed to have noticed.
And that's how Jesse ended up walking alongside you through the sprawling swamps towards your farm. Dusk was already falling, the humid air had cooled down somewhat and the promise of something special lay in the green shimmer of the upcoming night. He matched his long stride with yours, and while you were talking about this and that, his hand accidentally brushed yours. Despite the glove, he instantly felt electrified and withdrew his hand right away, hoping you didn't notice his tension.
"We're almost there. You can already see my house over there on the other side of the willow.” You turned your head to face him and hesitated before speaking further. “Do you have to go back in a minute, or do you maybe have some time left, trooper?”
He probably should have gone straight back to his brothers, but your company was simply too pleasant to give up just yet.
"We'll be picked up tomorrow morning, I should be back by then," he said with a sheepish smile.
"What do you think of us sitting here just a little longer by the stones and watching the triple moons rise? Nothing compares to the beauty of the green luminescence in the air as they ascend above the horizon."
Jesse could have protested, as you were a far more beautiful sight than anything he had ever seen before, but instead he just nodded and followed you wordlessly to the large stones in the grass. You both sat in silence for a while, listening to the buzzing of the insects and the distant grunting of the eopies.
“Good thing we came across the willows with the eopies. Finding the Lawquanes probably saved Rex's life,” he eventually broke the silence, at a loss for something else to say.
“Yeah, you were really lucky. A few years ago this willow didn't even exist," you said. "There used to be meadows all around us where I spent my childhood with my siblings and friends. So many happy years before war finally found its way to Saleucami. Even if it's rather peaceful out here, the comforting feeling of security is gone forever since yesterday."
How frightening the situation must be for you, Jesse reflected, to be afflicted at last by the horrifying events of the clone wars here in the Outer Rim. All his life he has known nothing else than war, and was bred for it. He wouldn't even exist without it. But you... Suddenly he wondered what your life was like before there was this war. Maybe he could distract you for a brief moment and brighten your thoughts a little.
"What was it like back then?" he asked.
"Back then? It's not that long ago, either,” you giggled and Jesse felt his cheeks flush. Kriff, the age thing is hard to judge when you're only ten in the body of a twenty-year-old yourself.
And then you told him, about hordes of boisterous children who had rollicked through the swamps, pretending to be explorers of the galaxy. Who had dreamed of becoming the best pilots from here to the Inner Core and had supported and comforted each other as they slowly grew into adults. You told him about snickering girls and cheeky boys who gradually went from buddies to annoying accompaniments.. only to become interesting in a completely different way all of a sudden... you talked about racing hearts and secret kisses in the tall grass.
Jesse listened to you carefully. 'How would it feel, to be a teenager in love?' he thought. As a clone he was not entitled to such things. All he had were regulations - with the strict indication of what was out of the question for his kind. Of course they didn't stick to it! Random hook-ups were practically a part of most shore leave, forbidden or not. However, falling in love, indulging in the feeling of discovering something new and exciting, was an experience he was denied, like most of his brothers.
Without him noticing at first, you've stopped talking and looked at him with eager eyes, a bemused smile on your lips. Lips, so gently curved, he would have loved to kiss. All he'd have to do would be to lean forward...
“What are you thinking, Jesse?”
The sound of his name coming from your lips made his heart beat faster.
"I wonder what it would have been like..." he suddenly felt nervous at what he was about to say, "if I could have experienced that too."
"What? You mean playing in a meadow – or kissing?” The soft expression on your face, the way you studied him so intensely, had his mind spinning.
"Hey! Of course I've kissed. Quite often as a matter of fact! I mean it's…” he broke off somehow embarrassed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. No, that wasn't what he wanted to say. He inhaled sharply and tried again: “On Kamino there is only water and the facilities are clinical. No meadows. Not that it has bothered us anyway, all day training kept us cadets busy, preparing us for our life as troopers. And it’s no different on Coruscant, ” he paused briefly before continuing. "No, what I actually meant is... what it's like to fall in love."
There is was, an admission of his - inexperience - in certain things. And Sith’s hell, despite his usual confidence, despite everything he's been through in the past few years, Jesse suddenly felt insecure. Just as it would have been back then.
"That's a pity." Your voice sounded so soft, quieter than before. Suddenly his heart was in his mouth as you leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked with yours. Your finger slowly traced his vambrace and he cursed the plastoid that kept him from feeling the gentle touch against his skin.
“Would you like to find out?”
“Yes,” he responded huskily.
And then you leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you until your faces were only inches apart, your eyes never left his. Time stopped as you locked your lips with him and both of you just held there motionless, savoring the moment. His eyes were still open when you withdrew and tilted your head to the other side. Your nose brushed against his and he felt your warm breath on his lips. And when you moved your hand to cup his face, when your thumb gently caressed his cheek, his eyes eventually fell shut and he kissed you again. And as he did, he felt himself relax, his shoulders dropped and the usual tension inside him vanished.
Jesse took your face in his hands, but he was still wearing his gloves. Without breaking the kiss he ripped them off and tossed them aside, eager for feeling your skin beneath his fingertips. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he buried his hand in your hair at the back of your head and felt your strands in between his fingers, he pulled you even tighter and cradled your nape. Yes, he had kissed before, but it has never felt like this. The butterflies roused in his stomach as he melted into the kiss. He swept his tongue over your bottom lip. You parted them and let him in, allowing him gently to explore every inch of your mouth. Kriff, he had no idea what he was missing, when he was denied the pleasure of being a teenager falling in love. And even though he was a full grown man by now, the sensation was just the same. The scent of the surrounding grass filled his nostrils, the warmth of your body seeped into his. Your lips were soft and you tasted like summer and night air and the sweetest fruits. And he couldn’t ever get enough of it…
He spent hours kissing you and let himself be kissed back. Your lips met again and again, sweet, soft, full of insatiable longing as your mouths moved in concert, lazily making out. As time went by, Jesse became a little bolder and trailed his hands up and down your sides. He felt your curves beneath the fabric of your shirt. And even if he restrained himself from slipping his hands under your shirt to feel more of your bare skin, the sensation was intense. He felt you shiver under his touch and moaned into the kiss as you gasped at his touch.
At last your mouths reluctantly parted, and he was watching you with his soft amber eyes. Deep inside he hoped, you would feel the weight of his devotion for you. For the gift you have made him. He brushed his fingers against your cheek as he struggled for words.
“Where do we go from here?” he quietly asked.
“I don’t know,” you answered, “You’ll be gone by tomorrow”.
“Do you want to…?”
“No. Falling in love goes slow. And we wouldn’t have done it right if we’d rush things.”
Both of you knew there’s no tomorrow for you, but for this evening you pretended there might be one. When he looked at you, he saw your bright eyes filled with moonlight, and a beaming smile spread across his face, sparking in his gaze.
“Cyar’ika, if you think you’ll get rid of me so easily, I’m afraid to tell you, you are wrong.”
Jesse gave you his personal comm, desperately hoping you'd contact him. Maybe - one day. But when he laid down to sleep half an hour later in Cut’s barn, ignoring the prying eyes and suggestive comments from his inquisitive brothers, he already heard the slight buzz he yearned for.
“Good night, and sweet dreams, my love.”
Jesse boarded the shuttle the next morning with an indescribable sweet ache in his chest. And when he saw the surface of Saleucami slowly becoming blurred, he knew for sure he’d come back to you, as soon as he could.
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Crosshair and Omega in TBB S3 E8
MY HEART! Are you KIDDING ME?!
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I'm gonna be watching the second one all day.
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Now or Never***
Hunter X F!Reader
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When Hunter spontaneously kisses you before he goes camping with the others whilst you look after the ship, your mind is set aflame. Both of you think about it and it's either now or never to see if there is a spark there.
warnings: warnings: Not exactly NSFW but is very steamy so 17+ only please. Spontaneous and accidental kiss, making out, brief breast touching, touchy touchy, non established relationship, female reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, first kiss, one curse word.
authors note: a request for my lovely friend 🤍
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"Have you made sure you've packed your canteen, sleeping bag, and comm device?" You stood observing Omega meticulously arranging her belongings in preparation for a camping excursion with her brothers, ensuring she's equipped for the night ahead.
The idea was originally proposed by Wrecker, who eagerly suggested taking Omega on a camping adventure in the wilderness, a proposition unanimously agreed upon by the others—except for you. Camping wasn't exactly your preferred activity.
"Yes, yes, and yes again," Omega confirms, playfully rolling her eyes before turning to you with a smile. "You're worse than Hunter AND Crosshair combined."
You chuckle and kneel down to Omega's level. "I'm not that bad," you tease, tousling her hair affectionately before rising to your feet. "But do be cautious, alright? Don't go picking berries unless you're certain about them."
"I'm not about to repeat Wrecker's mistake," Omega giggles, both of you sharing a fond recollection of the time his hunger led him to inadvertently consume toxic berries, resulting in a nasty rash.
"Are you absolutely certain you can't be persuaded to join us?" Hunter speaks and as you turn to him, you watch as he adjusts his backpack in readiness for the night ahead.
"I'll be fine. Besides, someone needs to stay behind to look after Gonky and the ship," you reply, giving the droid a reassuring pat as it waddles past. "I'll also tidy up around here. I wanna make sure it's neat and tidy for when you return."
A warm smile spreads across Hunter's face as he looks at you, a gesture that has become increasingly frequent lately. "Well, if you insist. Feel free to contact me if you require assistance."
'Me'? Not 'us'?’ you silently ponder, feeling a slight warmth tint your cheeks. "And the same goes for you. Stay safe out there and don't wander off."
"Can we get going before we lose light?" Crosshair interjects with a snarl, positioning himself between you and Hunter with an almost knowing look, as if he's aware of your burgeoning feelings for a particular Sergeant.
Hunter clears his throat, shooting a warning glare at his brother, who momentarily smirks before disembarking the ship, followed by the others. However, Hunter lingers back for a moment, his gaze lingering on you. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"Why the sudden protectiveness?" You raise a brow, accompanied by a smirk, though you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest.
"Just making sure," he reassures, offering another soft smile. "The others seem excited. It's been a while since we've done something like this."
Your heart swells at the sight of him finding peace, even if just for a moment. No empire, no war—just rest. "Well, stop lingering and get going before you lose the others," you prompt, playfully nudging his side with your arm, your touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.
"Alright, alright. I'll see you tomorrow," he responds, but as he turns to leave, a brief moment of unexpected stillness descends. Without warning, Hunter reaches out and holds your waist, pulling you gently toward him, and kisses you.
You don’t even have time to react because he pulls back abruptly, eyes wide with shock, and you find yourself mirroring his astonishment.
He quickly releases you, running a clammy hand over the back of his neck. "I... I don't know why I did that."
"O-okay," you breathe shakily, trying to steady your racing heart as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, your mind reeling from the unexpected intimacy.
"Sorry, I..." he trails off, meeting your gaze once more, his expression a mix of anxiousness and apology.
You gaze back at him, feeling the rapid rhythm of your heart almost deafening in the silence between you. "No, it's okay," you manage to exhale shakily, taking a small step back, needing the space to collect your thoughts. "Y-you should really get going."
He nods in understanding, but you can't shake the feeling of uncertainty clouding his expression. Better yet, you’re certain he takes a longing gaze at your lips before snapping out of his trance. "Yeah. Alright. Are… Stars, are we okay?” He asks, a little exasperated. “I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Go, Hunter," you say just above a whisper, a mixture of confusion and longing tugging at your emotions. "I'll still be here when you get back." Your smile feels forced, genuine bewilderment at how to navigate the spiral of emotions inside you. It all feels like a dream, yet you're not entirely sure if you want to wake up. Or perhaps you do?
Hunter gives you one last lingering look before he turns and leaves, leaving you alone with your tangled thoughts.
Watching him go, you can't help but dread the inevitable awkwardness that awaits you in the morning.
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Hours had slipped by since the departure of the others, and you had kept yourself occupied as best as possible, channeling your energy into cleaning the Marauder. Discarded bolts, half-eaten ration bars, and an array of dust and weapon gear cluttered the interior, making it a challenge to find even a patch of floor. Wiping your brow, you stand back to admire your handiwork, but now what?
"What do you think, Gonky? Nice and clean?"
GONK.
"Yeah, I know," you sigh, sinking into the pilot's seat and propping your legs up on the control dash as you gaze out at the night sky. But try as you might to divert your thoughts, they stubbornly refuse to stray far from the unexpected encounter with Hunter.
There's a lingering tingle on your lips, prompting you to idly lick them as you recall the sensation of his kiss. Your stomach flutters, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration. "It's just a crush... just a crush."
At least, that's what it had started as. Sure, you had found Hunter attractive from the moment you joined the team, but it had been nothing more than a passing admiration. Yet, as the months passed and you grew closer to him, undeniable feelings—on your part, at least—had begun to emerge.
So, the question lingered: why had he kissed you? Was it merely a spontaneous impulse, or was there something more to it? Of course, you couldn't help but hope for the latter, but his immediate apology had left you questioning his intentions.
Suddenly, a rhythmic beeping emanates from one sector of the control panel, jolting you into alertness. You sit forward, inspecting the display, and your blood turns cold as you spot a heat signature approaching. Rising to your feet, you arm yourself and position yourself at the gangplank, ready for whatever may come, your heart pounding with apprehension.
But your fears begin to dissipate as you discern the familiar colors of clone armor in the distance. "Hunter? What are you doing back? Are the others alright?" you call out, relief flooding your voice as you watch him approach.
"Everything's alright, don't worry," Hunter reassures you, his chuckle softening the panic in your voice, though it leaves you feeling more puzzled than reassured.
"What are you doing back then?" you inquire, your stomach fluttering once more as he takes a step closer.
"I came to see you," he says softly, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was driving me mad."
You swallow hard, feeling the nervous flutter in your stomach as your hands instinctively tuck behind your back. "Oh, Hunter, I told you I'd be fine," you manage to say, though your voice betrays a hint of uncertainty.
"I'm not referring to that," he replies quickly, closing the distance between you with each deliberate step. Your heart races, anticipation and apprehension mingling in equal measure as you realise the true reason for his return. "Your heart's beating so fast for me," he murmurs, his voice a quiet rasp that sends a shiver down your spine.
With each step bringing him closer, the tension between you becomes palpable, and you can feel the electricity crackling in the air.
"Hunter..." you begin, taking a step back to welcome him onto the ship, but your voice trails off as he enters and seals the door to the Marauder shut behind him with a button on his wrist.
"Did you mean to kiss me?" you finally manage to ask, your heart pounding in anticipation.
"No," he admits, his gaze unwavering, but a flicker of excitement dances in your chest as he continues, "but I can't deny that I haven't thought about doing it. Many times."
You're too stunned to respond, the weight of his words leaving you speechless, and you can only watch in disbelief as he closes the distance between you. His hand reaches up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Tell me... if I hadn't pulled away, would you have kissed me back?" he whispers, his voice barely audible but filled with a raw vulnerability that leaves you breathless.
You stare into his eyes, all your uncertainties melting away in the intensity of the moment. Unable to resist any longer, you lean in and press a gentle, swift kiss to his lips, pulling back with a coy smile. "Does that answer your question?"
Hunter's chest rises and falls with a mixture of surprise and longing at your kiss, his hands finding a comfortable place on your hips. "Maybe," he teases in response, a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I need to just..." he leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against yours before trailing agonisingly slowly across your cheek and up to your ear.
"Hunter," you gasp silently, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips brush over your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Yes?" he asks innocently, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as it fans over you, sending a rush of heat coursing through your veins.
"It's now or never," you whisper breathlessly, your voice barely above a murmur. "Kiss me... kiss me properly."
With a surge of desire, his lips leave your ear and find yours, his hand cupping your jaw as you both surrender to the heated passion between you. Your back presses against the wall of the ship as you eagerly reciprocate, your fingers tangling in his hair with a firm grip as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of each other's touch.
Gone are the smiles and lingering glances, replaced by the urgency of the moment that ignites a fiery passion between you. Both of you are breathless, yet neither of you wants to break away. The kiss is messy, with teeth occasionally clanging together, but it only adds to the raw intensity of the moment.
In a bold move, he lifts your leg and hooks it around his waist, drawing you closer until his body is pressed against yours. Your hands roam over his armor, desperate to remove every barrier between you.
He obliges, a small smirk playing on his lips as he swiftly removes his armor, his lips only briefly parting from yours before he's swallowing your moans once more. "I can't stop kissing you," he grunts, his breathing heavy and intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine.
"Good thing I haven't told you to stop," you growl against his lips, earning a deep groan in response before he deftly maneuvers you onto the floor, crawling over you and enveloping you in his arms.
His tongue dances along your lower lip, seeking entrance that you're willing to grant, but you can't resist the urge to tease him, to show him what he's been missing for so long. Ignoring his plea, you gently bite down on his lip, eliciting a gasp of surprise from him, and seizing the opportunity, you take the lead.
He meets your passion with equal fervor, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. Both of you are panting, and you're grateful that you had cleaned the floor beforehand. "Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs between kisses, his words sending a rush of warmth to your core.
Lips locked, one of his hands slips under your shirt, sending a tingling sensation racing along your skin as his fingers trail along your stomach and up the side of your ribs. Your breath catches in your throat as he continues his exploration, his touch gentle yet electric, until he ever so softly caresses your breast.
A soft gasp escapes your lips at the intimate contact, your body arching instinctively toward his touch as desire courses through you. With each delicate caress, the heat between you intensifies, and you find yourself completely lost in the sensation of his touch.
"More... please," you gasp into his mouth, your body ablaze with desire. He listens to your plea, his hand reluctantly leaving your breast before sliding back down your body. His fingers dance along your skin, teasing along the hem of your waistband, igniting a primal need within you.
Naturally, arousal courses through you, transforming this fleeting moment of passion into something deeper. "I've dreamt about touching you down here," he whispers against your lips, swollen and flushed with desire.
He's on the verge of breaking the barrier, your body eagerly anticipating his touch, when the shrill noise of his comm device, scattered on the floor next to your head, shatters the moment.
He looks at you, then at his comm, and back to you with an apologetic smile. "It's best I get that. Just in case."
You nod in understanding, suddenly feeling shy and bashful. But he doesn't move from above you, instead swiping up his comm and answering the call. "What's the problem?"
"We're heading back. Crosshair ate some of those berries that gave Wrecker a rash last time," Echo's voice echoes loudly in the cabin, interrupting the intimate moment.
"Fantastic. We'll see you soon," Hunter replies, cutting off the call with a sigh of frustration.
Despite the interruption, you can't help but stifle a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Hey," you say softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, "we could do this another time... if you'd like that?"
He chuckles, meeting your gaze with a mixture of longing and gratitude. "I want nothing more than that," he admits, sealing the moment with the gentlest kiss on your lips. "I, uh, I liked this. A lot."
As he helps you sit up, Hunter's movements are gentle yet purposeful, his attention focused on reassembling his gear. Meanwhile, you take a moment to smooth out your hair and adjust your clothing before standing up.
"Hunter?"
Turning to face you, Hunter's gaze is warm yet curious. "Yeah?" he responds, his brow furrowing slightly in anticipation of your next words.
"Thank you," you say softly, sincerity lacing every syllable.
His confusion deepens, prompting him to take a step closer to you, his hand finding its way to your waist as he draws you near. "What for?" he inquires, his eyes searching yours for answers.
Your heart swells at his proximity, and you meet his gaze with a mixture of affection and appreciation.
"For feeling the same way I do."
There were many, many sneaky kisses from then on.
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With all the nonsense happening because people are selling fanfics on Etsy, I’m gonna lay down some rules real quick for myself.
My work is not allowed to be reposted anywhere. I don’t care if it’s translated or what. It’s my work and I decide what happens to it.
If I see my work reposted, stolen, or being sold, I will remove it instantly from everywhere. Gone forever. No one gets to see it anymore.
I’ve had my work stolen, it’s not fun. It’s not a compliment to how good it is. It’s awful and I’m still not over it.
If you want to print out my stories and bind them for your own personal use, then please show me your hard work, and enjoy your own personal copy. Do not sell it.
These stories are hard work, if they weren’t then why are people stealing fanfics and selling them? Write your own shit or get off the planet with that nonsense.
Fanfics are not meant to be sold. My works are original, yes, but fanfic is the backbone and catalyst of mine and many other’s writing career. Fanfics are not meant to be sold because they are fab works and the original creators can, have, and will use the law to their fullest. Then no one gets anything. Fandom as you know it will crash and burn. Fanfic and fanart are free for this very reason.
This isn’t funny of cute. There are serious and dubious repercussions. You’re hurting everyone.
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Throughout The Bad Batch, Hunter has repeatedly suggested - and at times put his down on - Omega staying back from a mission for her protection, as were his intentions during Bad Territory.
So the fact that he has Crosshair stay back as well speaks volumes. The fact that he makes that decision after seeing his hand tremor in action again, and tells Omega to be the one to convince him to have that looked at. Hunter is still looking out for Crosshair and he's doing so in the ways that he knows will best get through to Crosshair - Hunter knows Crosshair might not listen to him, so he's looking for the way he will.
If there was ever any doubt in anyone's minds regarding Hunter's priority, let this clear it up once and for all. Hunter is the father, the leader, and the protector of the Batch, and while he hesitated to trust Crosshair again, he is now protecting him the way he'd protect any member of his family because he is family.
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nunanuggets · 8 days
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Someone who’ll talk you through it 🥲
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Hello. I saw that your requests are open and thought I'd request Hunter x F! Reader (Pabu's doctor) where the two are in an established relationship and after getting Omega and Crosshair back, he goes to see her to tell her the news. He finds her taking a shower, and there they talk and have wonderful sex.
Distraction
Hunter x Pabu’s Doctor Fem Reader
Word Count: 953
Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiV shower sex, fingering, a lot of kissing
A/N: I tried to follow the request as closely as possible, established relationship, Hunter just needs to unwind and sleep for a thousand years. Reader is described as having hair. There is only one brief mention of the phrase "doctor's orders" at the end. For personal reasons, I couldn't get further into writing reader as a doctor.
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You stood under the warm water and let out a sigh as it hit your back. You inhaled the beautiful smell of your favorite shampoo and gently massaged it into your scalp.  You tilted your head back and rinsed off the suds.  A peaceful smile spread across your face at the sound of his footsteps down the hallway.
Hunter was happy to be home. Omega was safe and to his surprise, Crosshair was there too. He was immediately on edge, although he wasn’t going to leave his brother stranded again. He heard the shower and could practically feel your warmth as he walked toward the refresher. He knocked on the door with a familiar tap.
“Cyare?”
“Come in.”
He shyly opened the door. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen you in the shower, but he was always respectful. Hunter held you in the highest regard and he’d never take advantage.
“How did it go?” you asked. You held back the curtain and took in his worn figure. “Join me. You look stressed.”
He smiled softly and took off his clothes. He walked into the shower and cupped your face. You kissed him sweetly and snaked your arms around his waist.
“So? How did it go? Is Omega home?” you asked.
“Crosshair. He helped her escape. They got out together.”
You knew about Crosshair. You were worried for Omega, but didn’t expect Crosshair and Omega would escape in a joint effort. Hunter and Wrecker had been flying across the galaxy and were worn ragged. While happy Omega was back, you knew this was going to bring up some things. You ran your hands through his hair and guided him under the water.  Hunter let out a sigh and tilted his head back to be greeted by the warm water.
“You want to talk about how you feel?” you asked.
“I missed my brother, but I need to know what’s happened to him,” Hunter replied, standing up straight again and looking into your eyes. His face was marked with uncertainty and you wished you could help him find solace in this moment. In your heart you knew things would be okay, but you’d seen how torn he’d been over the events of the end of the war. He was doing all he could to keep it together.
You silently helped him wash his hair and massaged each other’s backs. Hunter made a few comments, but it was clear he was processing a lot of thoughts at once. He wasn’t sure how to feel about things. Relief was mixed with hope and worry.
“Would you like a distraction for now?” you asked. You held his hand and kissed each knuckle.
“Absolutely.”  He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you fervently. Your tongues traced each other’s lips before granting entry. You savored each other. He lifted your leg with a “May I?” 
“Yes,” you answered before kissing along his jawline. Hunter gently traced patterns over your hip and between your legs. You moaned lightly at his touch. He circled your clit in a figure eight pattern that almost immediately turned your legs into jelly. You leaned on him and he lifted you, holding you close and supporting you. He left little kisses along your collarbones that made you swoon. 
“I want you,” you mumbled in his ear. Hunter held you up so your legs wrapped around his waist and your back rested on the wall. You reached down and helped guide him inside. You both moaned at the sensation. You closed your eyes as he began to fuck you. You missed him and soaked up all the contact you could. The feeling of strength as your arms rested on his shoulders, the sensation of his breath against your neck, gripping his middle with your thighs as he moved in and out. He nuzzled his face against your neck and whispered his love. Your softness felt like home and only made him want you more. Your hips arched to meet his at a better angle and it sent you over the edge. You felt like you might fall, but he held you close as he eased every bit of pleasure out of you.
“So good for me,” he whispered in your ear. It only encouraged you to cry out his name louder as another wave hit you.
You contracting around his cock was almost  too much. His movements stuttered until he came buried inside you. Your lips met his in a searing kiss as you both came down from your high. He carefully put you down and helped you stand again. You cleaned each other, stopping every so often to share another kiss. Eventually he turned off the water and held your hand as he helped you out of the shower.
“We need to get you to bed,” you said while drying his hair.
“Oh really?” he asked with a grin.
“Yes,” you replied. “You’re exhausted. Doctor’s orders.”
“Can’t argue with that, then.”
You held hands as you wandered into the bedroom. You both put on some comfortable pajamas. He didn’t have to tell you that he had basically worn nothing but the same clothes and his armor almost all the time while he was gone. Pajamas were a luxury for him, but one you were happy to provide. You got into bed together and he couldn’t hide his smile at the familiar feeling of welcoming sheets and pillows that embraced you both. Hunter pulled you close and inhaled your sweet scent. You let out a content hum.
“I love you, Hunter.”
“I love you too.” He rested his forehead to yours as he held you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep.
Tagging: @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone
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nunanuggets · 12 days
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being one of the five people in the Marauders fandom who ships Remadora is a hard job,, but somebody’s gotta do it
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nunanuggets · 12 days
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FINALLY FINISHED! It’s no masterpiece but I’ve finally got this friggin scene out of my head.
Backgrounds are my nemesis. 
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nunanuggets · 12 days
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good morning remadoras i commissioned a art from the incredibly talented @mikonez for a profile pic and here it issssss 🤩
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she was so lovely to work with and obviously her art is 🔥, go check out her page!!
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