#crosshair x reader smut

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I'll Show You Heaven

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader

Summary: Crosshair was always someone of interest to you, much to the other clones’ dismay. When he hears a Reg disrespecting you, he doesn’t hesitate to step in. You were told that there was no point trying to fix him, but you knew you could handle dangerous; although it turned out that to you, he wasn’t dangerous at all.

Warnings: This is very much 18+ Minors do not interact! Alcohol and smoking mentions; drunk clones being assholes including one putting the reader in a dangerous/uncomfortable situation but nothing happens! Smut - masturbation, Crosshair having dirty thoughts, oral (m and f receiving), biting/marking, unprotected p in v - wrap it before you tap it!!, praise kink, one instance of Cross being too rough but he corrects it, porn with feelings, language, tons of compliments/pet names, jealous maybe slightly protective Crosshair

Notes: Very slightly based on the song I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Word Count: ~6.4k

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!

Masterlist

It was just another day. The haze of smoke lingering in the bar, the loud laughter and chatter amongst the patrons, and him. 

You had gotten to know most of the regulars at 79s, including Clone Force 99, but you never made it a point to become their friend. The clones, usually drunk, would flirt with you endlessly, but never the 99s. They kept to themselves, and you had learned over the months that they weren't very popular with the others.

You hadn't considered there were social hierarchies among the clones, but you supposed they were no different than any other group of people.

You traced the smoke back to the tall, silver-haired man. He sat at one of the tall tables, not quite facing the bar, but enough that you could see his sharp features silhouetted by the pulsing lights. 

He never looked pleased to be there, he seemed to have a permanent scowl, and you couldn't even recall a time where he said more than three words at a time, and none of them kind. 

And while these might be negative traits to most, but to you, these traits mixed with his deep brown eyes that you had caught on you once or twice, and the smirk that came along with it, the expression of an all-too-confident man, only helped to draw you in to him. 

You had a feeling that he was one to put up a front, wall himself in so that he didn't appear vulnerable. it made sense for a soldier, but there was a part of you that wanted to see what he was like when the walls came down.

"Hey! Cyar'ika!" You heard from behind you, you turned to face the clone holding his glass up to you. "You gonna give me a top up or stare at the reject squad all night?"

You rolled your eyes and turned to him too quickly to see the sharp glare of the man you were just staring at point at the rowdy clone. After refilling his glass, you set it down in front of him and gave him a warning, "Everyone is welcome in my bar, and everyone gets attended to while they're here. Understood, trooper?" 

Before he could answer, you walked toward the centre of the bar, making a point to keep an eye on all your patrons so they wouldn't also get the wrong idea about who was getting more attention. Your eyes naturally wandered back to where the 99s were sitting, briefly meeting with the same brown eyes you had been silently admiring just moments ago, the tattooed crosshairs outlining one of them perfectly. 

He turned his head back toward the rest of his squad but you could almost see him glance at you through the corner of his eyes at least once before you were called away again. 

"Y'know what?" The loud clone called out again, "I think you should just come home with me. I could make you forget all about them." He jerked his head toward the 99s. 

"And I think you've had too much to drink." You chided, ignoring his request for another top up.

"C'mon," He groaned. "If you're gonna cut me off, you should at least make it up to me. Wanna come home with a real man? I bet those 99s could never measure up to us if you get my meaning. Whattaya say, copikla?

Several clones laughed at his words, your Mando'a wasn't perfect, but based on their laughs, you assumed it wasn't nice. 

Before you could get security to kick him out, you heard a chair scrape against the floor and then the crack of knuckles on flesh. You didn't even see the tall clone cross the bar before he was laying into the loud one.

You ran out from behind the bar and tried to pull him back, as much as you didn't want to, you also didn't want him to be permanently banned either. 

Once he noticed you pulling his arm back, he stopped. 

"What's going on?" One of the security guards had come over, hearing the commotion.

"Nothing," you said before gesturing to the floor, "He had too much to drink. Best if he goes home."

The security looked at you carefully, making sure you were okay before helping the clone to his feet and walking him out of the bar.

You sighed and returned back to where you were standing before, watching the other clones glare but cautiously move out of the way of the 99.

He started walking back to his table before pausing and turning to look at you, his features almost seeming softer now. 

"You didn't have to cover for me." He said, a toothpick lodged between his lips.

You shrugged, "He was getting on my nerves, deserved the punch if you ask me. As long as you’re okay, I’m okay." You smiled up at him. 

You could handle yourself, you've been working at 79s for a while, you knew how unruly people could get when alcohol was involved, and as much as you could handle people yelling at you, you didn't like when your regulars hurled insults at groups who were just minding their own business. Especially when, to your understanding, they got enough of that back on their homeworld.

He hummed in response.

"Can I get you guys anything?" You asked after a brief silence had fallen.

"No, we're heading out. See you around." Almost on cue, the rest of his crew stood up and began to leave.

— — —

“You shouldn't have done that.” Hunter warned him quietly when they had returned to the Marauder.

Crosshair shoved past him to get into the ship.

“Regs will always take each other's side, if you get reported for starting a fight…”

“Again,” Tech chimed in.

“I'll deal with it if it happens. Regs are probably too drunk to remember anyway.” 

“Why'd you attack him, anyway?” Wrecker asked. 

His eyebrows furrowed, “Didn't you hear him? He was treating her like his little pet.”

The others looked at each other, seemingly sharing the same thought between them.

Hunter's voice didn't betray his thoughts, “Even still, you should go back and apologize. Probably scared the poor girl.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes at Hunter's order. 

“No promises.”

He went to his bunk and discarded his armour, laying on his bunk in his blacks. He couldn't seem to get your face out of his head. The way your eyes met, how you took his side even though his squad was right, he did start the fight. Your smile when you made sure that he was okay.

This wasn't the first time he had seen you, but it was the first time the two of you had ever spoken; he didn't do small talk, Hunter and Wrecker did.

But he wanted to talk to you again, he wanted to see you again, see you smiling up at him. 

The more you crept into his thoughts, the more he couldn't get you to leave. 

Eventually with the solitude of his bunk, his thoughts got the better of him. He imagined how you would look, naked and squirming under him. How you'd taste, how you'd feel around him. 

He couldn't shoo these thoughts away, he found himself palming his cock over his blacks at the thought of you taking it into your mouth. 

He had been with others before, but it was rare for him to feel like this. Usually when he’s with someone it’s just to get his own release, but thinking of you was different. He wanted to make you come, to hear you cry for him, to feel you come on his cock, on his fingers, whatever you’d allow. 

He wanted you, all of you. And he couldn’t stand the thought of some Reg pretending to flatter you just to get you into his bunk. You deserved better than that, you deserved someone who would treat you right, make you feel good, someone who could be good for you. Someone like him.

He reached his hand into his blacks, pulling himself out and stroking it. He let his mind continue to wander, imagining everything all over again as a loop. He thought of your voice, telling him how good he was, telling him how he was made for you, how no one else could satisfy you like him. He thought of marking your neck, your tits, your thighs. 

As he began to reach his climax, he stroked himself faster, he thought about filling you up with his release, he didn’t know where, whether it was your throat or your cunt, he just knew he wanted to come inside you. 

This thought sent him over the edge as he spilled out over his hand with a groan.

He knew it wasn't right to think this way, he didn't even know you, but he also knew there was no way for you to know what was going through his mind.

But would it be so bad if you did? 

— — —

Something about his expression when he finally came back to the bar was different than it had been a few days ago. Not bad by any means, just not how he normally looked. 

Part of it was likely due to the fact that he was in civilian clothes instead of his armour, nut most of all, his ever-present scowl seemed softer, and he didn't wear a smirk when he noticed you looking at him, instead he almost seemed nervous. 

He walked toward the bar and sat on one of the stools, scanning to make sure none of the gathering clones were the one from a few rotations ago. 

"Can I get you something?" You asked him with a smile.

He blinked like he still somehow wasn't expecting you to talk to him after what happened, but then shook his head. "No, nothing."

He sighed, looking down at the counter in front of him. "I wanted to..."

You looked at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"My actions the other day, that wasn't okay."

Your face softened into a small smile. "Don't worry about it, nothing to apologize for."

"Did the Reg apologize to you?"

"Oh, no I haven't seen him, but like I said, nothing to apologize for. I'm used to it." You told him nonchalantly. His gaze snapped up to meet yours and his eyes narrowed.

"Used to it? Being drunk doesn't give them an excuse to be assholes to you." His voice raised slightly.

"Really, it's fine. I'm just sorry you had to hear him talk about your squad like that for so long."

He laughed quietly and used your words back at you, "We're used to it."

Neither of you said anything for a bit. You worked on pouring another glass for one of the other patrons at the bar and then turned back to face him.

"I see you guys around here often, but until the other day, you and I have never spoken, I'd like to change that.” your kind smile at him caused his heart to pound in his chest, but when he didn't answer, you continued. “You have a name, trooper?" 

"Crosshair." 

You smirked then told him yours. 

"Where's the rest of your squad today?"

"They stayed back, wanted me to make sure you were okay. But since you are, I should be going."

He was out of the stool and heading toward the door before you could convince him to stay. He needed to clear his head, it wasn't like him to feel so reserved and shy, but he felt your presence hammering on the walls he had built for himself and he didn't know if he was ready for them to come down.

You watched him as he left and smiled to yourself. Was he really concerned about your opinion of him so much that he came all the way here just to apologize? Or maybe he just wanted to make sure the other trooper kept his distance. Either way, seeing him was always a treat, and now you had a name to go with his face.

"I'd be careful of him." One of the clones said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"Clone Force 99 isn't known for following rules. They have the highest success rate out of any squad, but the way they complete their missions goes against most protocols we have. That one, Crosshair, he's their sniper, a dangerous one at that, and definitely not a friendly sort of person, someone you don't want to get on the bad side of. Not someone you can just fix with that pretty smile of yours." 

You listened to him as he warned you, but even still, Crosshair and his squad intrigued you. You wanted to get to know them better.

Crosshair had caught your eye from the moment you had first seen him, and now the gap between you was finally starting to close.

You wanted to be his friend, but you were also curious about being more than that. You wanted to see what he was like when the two of you were alone. Was he sweet? Was he demanding? Was he some mix of both? 

You wanted to know what his lips would feel like, what he would taste like, how he'd feel. Thoughts that sparked a flame in your core. You didn't know if you'd ever get an answer to any of them, but the world worked in mysterious ways.

— — —

Once everyone had cleared out and you got some cleaning done, it was finally time to go home. 

It was late, too late to be wandering around the understreets of Coruscant alone, but you knew the most direct way back to your apartment, and had a blaster set to stun, just in case.

You turned down the alleyway, and you saw a figure push itself off the wall and walk toward you. 

"Awful late, isn't it?" You could hear the faint accent of a clone, and the audible slurring of one that had too much to drink.

"Come on, copikla, let me walk you home."

He stumbled toward you. When he came into the light, you could see the black eye that Crosshair had given him, still purple and blue despite the days that had passed.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Don't be like that, I wanted to apologize and do something nice for you. C'mon." He got closer to you and you felt your hand shake as you reached for your blaster.

"There's no need for that," He told you when you had the blaster fixed on him. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Then go back to your barracks, trooper."

He smirked, "Y'see the other day, your friend from the reject squad, he gave me this-" He said as he pointed to his eye. "All because I gave you a compliment, so really, you o-" 

Before he could finish his sentence you saw a blue bolt whiz past you, hitting the clone and stunning him.

You turned to see where it came from and at the other side of the alleyway, Crosshair stood with a pistol drawn.

He walked toward you, "He hasn't had a very good week." He pointed out, looking at the clone on the ground before bending down to look at his armour, looking for his identifier.

"What are you doing?" 

"Getting his ID. He'll probably be sent back to Kamino for a while for breaking protocol."

He brought his comm up to his face. "Tech, I’m sending you coordinates and a trooper ID, arrange a pickup."

"Copy." You heard the distorted voice through the comm link before Crosshair began typing in numbers.

"You seem confused." He said, looking at you now.

"I thought your squad didn't care about rules and protocol."

He smirked, "Regs have been talking about us, huh? That's true, we do our own thing and don't take orders very well but.. we wouldn't put a civ in danger in a dark alleyway, he should have known better."

"Well, thank you for helping me, but.. how did you know I'd be here?"

"I didn't. After I left the bar earlier, I went back to our ship, but there aren't many places there to think quietly so I went for a walk."

"I see. I guess it's a good thing you were here. I have a blaster for my own safety, but I froze." You looked at the gun in your hand and sighed.

"Don't worry about it, the Coruscant guard will be here before long to deal with him.”

He turned on his heels and began walking away and you watched him before looking down.

“Crosshair?” You called out before he could get too far.

He turned to look at you again but didn't say anything.

“I'm not too far but.. could you walk with me? I just…” You trailed off looking at the stunned clone at your feet.

He walked back over to you, “Of course.”

He was silent for the remainder of the walk, but he walked with you to your door.

"Would you like to come in?" You asked as you punched in the key code.

"You sure?" 

You nodded and the door hissed open, you walked in, followed by Crosshair.

He looked around your place, it was small but it was inviting.

He knew he should have just gone back to the Marauder, but part of him wanted to make sure you felt safe, and another, much more hidden part of him thought that if you had invited him in, maybe his thoughts of you hadn't been as one-sided as he thought.

"Make yourself at home." You told him.

He sat on the small sofa in the living room, his arm draped over the back, and you stared at him, remembering what the clone had said at the bar. If Crosshair really was someone to look out for, you didn't see it. You would even go as far as to say that he was being kind to you. 

"Like what you see?" He asked when he caught you staring at him, his tone slightly huskier now that he was indoors. 

You rolled your eyes, and walked over toward the couch, sitting at the opposite end from him, but turned to look at him.

"What does copikla mean? I know cyar'ika and mesh'la because I get those a lot from the regulars, but that guy was the only one to call me that."

He looked at you and frowned slightly. "It means cute, but in a way you'd say to a child or a tooka kit, not a woman. That Reg wasn't paying you a compliment when he called you that."  

"I see. And that's why you jumped him?"

"I had enough of him long before that point, but yes."

You didn't notice that as you spoke, the more distance had been closed between you and Crosshair until your knees brushed lightly.

"What if it were a compliment?" You asked.

"I guess it depends on how you reacted, if you weren't comfortable." His eyes bore into yours now. "But you seem to like the compliments from the Regs." 

You shrugged, "As I said earlier, I'm used to it." 

His hand moved toward you, gently caressing your face. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips brush against your skin and you leaned into his touch.

"Would you react the same if I complimented you?" He asked, his voice a little more than a whisper.

"You could try." You answered. “See what happens.”

His hand traveled down to rest on the side of your neck, with his thumb stroking your jawline. 

He shifted slightly closer to you, eyes half-lidded. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were certain he could hear it with how quiet it was in the room.

Crosshair leaned over to you and looked into your eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation, and when he didn't find any, he pulled you into a kiss. It wasn't demanding, but it wasn't gentle either. You could tell that this is what he had been thinking about when he said he had to clear his mind. 

Neither of you had been sure if the other wanted this, but when your lips connected, you both figured it out.

His tongue pushed into your mouth and he swallowed the moan you gave when you tasted him.

His other hand had made its way over to you, resting on your waist. Your hands rested on his chest at first, but slowly wrapped around the back of his neck, drawing him closer.

He sat back to look at you, leaned against the arm of the couch, lips starting to swell, pupils dilated, and he smirked.

"You're beautiful." He told you. You knew he was trying to get a reaction from you, but his voice was sincere. 

You could feel yourself getting warmer, and your stomach beginning to coil with the dull ache you felt between your legs. 

You slid off the couch and gently took his hand, pulling him up with you.

He seemed confused for a moment, so you clarified.

"Figured you'd want somewhere a bit more comfortable."

His smirk returned, "Presumptuous of you."

"If I'm wrong, we can continue to sit here."

"Oh no, you’re not wrong. Lead the way, mesh'la." 

You had heard the Mando'a compliments so many times they didn't even feel like real words to you, but Crosshair saying it brought new life. 

When you didn't move, he leaned in to kiss you, but you ducked out of the way and began walking to your room.

He watched you walk away, slightly offended when you dodged his kiss, but that disappeared when he looked at your hips swaying, beckoning him to follow you. 

When you walked into your bedroom, you turned on the lamp beside your bed before sitting with your back to the pillows, watching the door for him.

He entered slowly and you finally took a good look at him. He seemed much taller in your apartment than he did at the bar. You eyed him from head to toe, feeling your core clench slightly when you noticed the raised outline of his crotch straining against his jeans.

"Come here," you said, your voice low.

He walked around to the end of your bed, crawling over you with one leg on either side of your ankles.

"Closer." You breathed. 

He moved upward, hovering parallel to your hips, eyes fixed on your core.

"Good boy,." You praised him. You didn't expect him to groan at that, but as if something ignited in him, he dipped down, kissing your stomach, then your hips, and moving down to kiss your thighs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, looking up at you to ask permission.

"Yes, please, Crosshair." 

He worked your jeans and panties off in one fell swoop, throwing them to a corner somewhere once they were off. You gasped when you felt his lips on your upper thigh, slowly trailing higher.

You arched your back slightly, desperate to feel him, but he smirked against your leg, biting into the soft flesh, before kissing the mark he had left. 

He moaned when he felt your fingernails scratch against his scalp, trying to guide his head when you needed him.

He left another mark on your other thigh before licking a stripe from that mark all the way to your centre.

Your back arched again, pulling his face closer to you.

"You like that, mesh'la?" His voice vibrating against you.

"Y-yes!" You threw your head back in pleasure when you felt his tongue circle your entrance before swiping up between your folds, tasting all you had to give him.

"G-good boy, keep... keep going." 

His hands found their way to your hips, holding them in place, you were certain that he was going to leave bruises on each one but you didn't care.

His lips clasped around your clit and he sucked so hard you saw stars, and then he went back to using his tongue, circling the bud slowly, trying to pull every moan from you that he could.

"Say it again." He said against your centre.

"Say what again?" You teased, knowing exactly what he wanted.

"Call me a-" He licked you up and down again, not finishing his question.

"Oh, you want me to call you a good boy?" You asked sweetly.

He rutted his hips against the bed as his tongue dove into you.

You cried out his name. The intensity of him drinking you up had begun to build and with it, you could feel yourself beginning to come undone. You were so close, you could feel your walls clench around his tongue, and he pulled it out.

You looked down at him in time to see his hand slide down from your hip, and he planted two fingers inside you, curling them against your walls.

"Go-good, you're so good, Crosshair, know just what I want." 

He groaned, grinding against the bed again before adding another finger, drawing a cry from your lips.

His thumb took over for his tongue against your clit as his long fingers worked on opening you up. He placed gentle, yet desperate kisses wherever he could, nipping at your soft flesh.

"Cro-Crosshair I- I'm so close."

He sucked another mark onto your thigh and groaned when he felt your hand tighten around his hair.

Your hips bucked as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release.

"That's it, come all over my fingers." His voice coaxed you further, "Let me feel you."

His tongue went back to your center, working circles around you again as your walls continued to clench around him.

It didn't take much else to pull the orgasm out of you, you cried out his name as you came undone, legs twitching and hips bucking as he continued to work you through it.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and kissed your center once again before leaving a trail of kisses up toward your neck, slowly lifting your shirt as he went before it, too, was thrown into the corner of your room. He nipped and kissed the sensitive skin, leaving you another mark before kissing your jawline and lips once more.

He was perched above you, leaning on one of his elbows while he straddled your hips, his jeans doing little to hide the feeling of his stiffness pressing into you.

“How was that, beautiful?” He asked you, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Perfect,” you replied. “I think you deserve some attention now too, for being so good to me.” He bucked his hips involuntarily into you.

He brought his hand up to cup your face. His fingers still wet from your slick. He rested them against your lips before pushing them past. You moaned against his digits as he pressed them against your tongue, making you taste yourself. You circled each of his fingers with your tongue before sucking on them gently. He pressed his head into where your shoulder and neck meet as he reluctantly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, thinking of nothing else but how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“Do you want me to fuck you, cyar'ika?” 

“Gods, yes, but first I want to taste you.”

His cock twitched against his jeans.

“I didn't know you could read minds.” He said, his voice low.

“I can't, I just know how I want to reward my good boy.” 

Before he could say anything else, he got up from you and sat back on his heels, undoing the button on his jeans, and unzipping them just enough to relieve some of the strain. 

You sat up and crawled toward him, resting your hands on his thighs, looking up at him for any sign of discomfort before you pulled on the waistband.

“You know, it's not very fair that you're so covered and I'm not.” You told him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“No? Well, we can fix that.” He quickly pulled his shirt off before throwing it aside, revealing his toned chest. Your hands brushed against his abdomen and he sighed. You began idly tracing the outlines of his muscles and scars, and he took your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up to his, kissing you gently at first then with more passion. You felt him bite your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands glided across his skin before finding the waistband of his jeans again.

Without breaking the kiss, he helped you to disrobe him, and when you pulled down on his briefs, he sucked in a breath, feeling his cock spring free.

You looked down at it and instinctively parted your lips slightly, feeling your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation.

“You just going to stare at it all night?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “Can't wait to taste you, to feel you fuck my mouth.” 

You saw his cock twitch at your words and you looked up at him with a smirk. “Is that what you want?”

Instead of answering, he laced his fingers through your hair, guiding you down toward him. You were bent over, using your elbows for support with your ass in the air. 

“I could get used to this view,” Crosshair said. You didn't have to look up to know he was staring at your ass, but you pulled his gaze back to the back of your head when you kissed the side of his length. His breath hitched at each gentle kiss you gave him, and you heard him try to subdue a moan when you licked a stripe along the vein at the bottom all the way to the head, cleaning up any pre-cum that had already begun to spill out. 

“F-Fuck,” He sputtered.

You peered up at him through your lashes and his grip tightened around your hair, trying his hardest to not buck his hips and force himself into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his head before you took it into your mouth.

He whispered your name as he guided you further down onto him, and you took him inch by inch. 

You couldn't fit him all, you felt yourself gag slightly when he got to the back of your throat, which earned another moan from him, and you wrapped one hand around whatever had been left out. 

“Gods, you're taking me so well, wanna feel you gag on me again.” 

You moaned around him as he began using your mouth. He bucked his hips into you as he brought your head further down onto him. Your throat closed around him once again and you felt tears prick in the corner of your eyes. 

You ran your tongue across the bottom of him again, bobbing your head up and down on him, swallowing around him, sucking on him, all while he was bucking his hips into you.

His thrusts started to quicken, becoming slightly more erratic, and you gave a warning tap on his leg, you couldn't take him that quickly. He understood and slowed down.

“S-Sorry, beautiful, didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just getting close..” 

You removed your hand from the base of his length and gently caressed his balls as you continued bobbing on his cock.

“Gonna make me- I'm gonna come down your throat if you- if you keep that up.” He said between pants. 

You hummed around him and kept going. You felt him begin to tighten up and you could hear quiet curses fall from his lips. 

He moaned your name as your cheeks hollowed out around him. He stilled inside your mouth, and you felt hot spurts of him hit the back of your throat. You swallowed everything he gave you before pulling off of him, a trail of saliva keeping you connected to him for a moment longer before you sat up on your knees.

He was breathing heavily and when he looked at you, you could still see his eyes full of lust. 

“Cyar'ika,” He breathed out. “You are so incredible.” 

You leaned forward to kiss him before you felt yourself fall back onto the pillows with him caging you in with his arms.

His kisses were hungry, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself and you on your tongue. 

“Want to fuck you. Want to be so good for you.” He said almost into your mouth. “Want to hear you scream my name as I come inside you.” 

His words elicited another moan from you, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue between your lips again.

His cock began pressing into your leg as you felt him getting hard again.

“Crosshair,” you said quietly. He stopped and looked at you, afraid he might have crossed a line. “Lie down.” 

He got up from on top of you and rolled onto his back as you moved to straddle his torso.

You kiss him gingerly on the lips, and then his neck. You felt his hands come up and rest on your hips.

“You gonna be good for me?” 

He nodded quickly. You kissed the tip of his nose before positioning yourself above his cock. He bucked his hips once trying to close the distance.

“Patience.” You told him before sinking down on him.

Heaven. 

That was the only word that could describe how he felt inside of you. His eyes screwed shut, your tight walls felt like they were suffocating his cock as they fluttered around him and he needed to feel more of it. You threw your head back and he tightened his grip on your hips. You sunk yourself down slowly until he had fully disappeared into you. 

Once you had adjusted to how he felt, you moved your hips against him as you leaned over him, seeking out his lips. He kissed you back with fervour as his hands slid around to your back and he bucked his hips to meet your movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back up with you. His face was buried in your chest when you straighted your back, and you could feel his lips press against your breasts, and then his teeth. 

You moaned at the feeling, rolling your hips into him faster. His hands glided along your skin back to your hips. He held them tightly as he lifted you off of him slightly before shoving you back down. 

“Fuck, Crosshair!” You cried, feeling him even deeper inside you. 

He groaned as your walls constricted around him again, this time when he lifted you off of him, he had nearly pulled out completely before slamming himself back in. 

You panted out quiet curses as you tightened your arms around him.

“This okay?” He asked you as he did it again.

“Yes, gods, you feel so good. Want you to fuck me harder, feels so good.” 

You didn't need to ask him twice. His hands slid up to your back as he eased you down on the bed before putting his hands on either side of your head.. He used his knee to push your leg up, opening you up more for him. 

His slammed himself all the way in again, each thrust seeming to reach further and further. Your hands fell above your head and he used the opportunity to grab both of your wrists with his hand, pinning them above you as he drove himself into you again at a brutal pace, relishing in the way your tits bounced with each of his thrusts. 

“Gods Crosshair, being such a good boy for me,” you panted.

His lips landed on your neck, kissing you then biting you, leaving another mark on the soft skin.

“You're marking me up so well.” You said as he gave you another love bite just above the last one.

“Gotta make sure everyone knows that you're mine, make sure that trooper knows who you belong to.”

You arched your back with a moan, just as he thrusted into you. With his relentless pace, you knew you wouldn't last much longer, his words were only sending you further over the edge.

“Getting so close, Crosshair,” you said between thrusts. 

He answered by bringing his free hand down to rub circles around your clit.

“Come on my cock, wanna feel you come, wanna hear you scream for me.”

The coil tightened again, he felt your walls squeezing him and his breath hitched.

“I'm gonna come with you, angel,” He told you. “Tell me where you want me.”

“Inside, I want to feel you fill me up.” 

His grip on your wrists tightened as his pace with his other hand quickened, pulling moans from you with each thrust.

“Pl-please, I'm so cl- so close,” you whined, getting more desperate for your release.

He knew that he couldn't keep going for much longer as his thrusts became more erratic, but he was determined to wait for you.

Your moans grew louder and you clamped around his cock more with each thrust. The build up was getting to be too much, until eventually the knot in your stomach came undone, you screamed his name as your orgasm finally crashed over you. 

“That's it, just like that,” He said, his hand moved from your wrists to intertwine his fingers with yours as he thrusted as far into you as he could, spilling into you, painting your walls with his his release. 

You both stayed as you were, panting, looking into each other's eyes and then his lips came crashing down onto yours as he pulled himself out of you.

“You're incredible,” you told him, completely blissed out.

“So are you.” He buried his face in your neck, not moving from on top of you.

“Shower?” You asked, and he sighed and nodded into you.

“Please.” 

He got up off you and took your hand, waiting for you to lead him.

“I take it you liked the compliments.” He said, more of a statement than a question.

“Hm?”

“Unless that’s how you always act when a clone compliments you.”

You shook your head, “No, that was reserved only for you.” 

He had a smug smile as you began to walk to the fresher with him in tow.

“Can't wait to see what the others say when you walk into the bar, with my marks all over you.” He said, grabbing your hips from behind, pulling you back toward him.

“Well, not all over me, but there's still time, if you're good.”

You escaped from his grip and he all but dragged you into the refresher.

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[thrawns-babygirl]

I absolutely need to see this written. I’ve been non stop thinking about Reader riding crosshair, but like they watched a few spicy videos on how to REALLY ride him. So when reader and crosshair are getting hot n heavy they wait for him to tell them to get on top and just BOOM. He’s just completely shocked and tries not to become a puddle under you as he’s trying to get you to match a rhythm that would make him last longer but reader is just absolutely determined to show him and take his soul ☺️☺️😌😌

Bet you thought I was never gonna do this request huh? bet you thought i forgot about you.

Well jokes on you I was just suffering through a massive writers block as well as being super busy with IRL stuff but im back now (◡‿◡✿)

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Fingering, Petnames (princess) Words: 900+

The two of you stumbled inside your apartment, hands grasping at each other, lips connected in a passionate dance as you stumbled inside. You blindly reach along your wall for the light switch as Crosshair kisses along your jaw and down your neck, biting softly, leaving his mark.

You finally manage to fumble your way to the light switch as Crosshair drags your shirt over your head and kisses down your breasts, licking and sucking marks into the skin of your cleavage as you run your fingers along the skin of his abs, following his lead and ripping the shirt over his head as he leads you over to the couch in your living room. He lays you down on the couch and begins tugging your pants and underwear down your body in one motion before unbuckling his belt and laying on top of you, connecting his lips with yours once again for another passionate kiss.

“Missed you… So much” he mumbles against your lips as he holds himself above you with one arm, the other travelling down your body towards your folds, his fingertips brushing against the length of your body before he finds his target and begins rubbing tight circles against your clit. You bite your lip looking up at him through your lashes. His pupils are blown wide with lust, his lips are parted slightly as he pants.

He looks ethereal you think, in this moment he looks perfect.

You moan quietly as he slips a finger inside of you, then a second, letting your eyes flutter closed as you feel his long, talented fingers working their way deeper inside you, expertly hitting that spot inside you repeatedly, making you see stars.

“Fuck Cross…” he rips a louder moan from you as he flexes his fingers, your toes curl as you feel the familiar peak coming closer and closer. He smirks as he watches you slowly come undone on two of his fingers. That stupid self satisfied smirk you want to wipe off his stupidly handsome face.

He adds another finger, all you can hear over the blood rushing through your ears is the lewd squelching of his hand working you closer towards oblivion.

“That’s it princess… just like that” he thrusts his hand faster, harder, pulling you over the edge with practiced ease, revelling in the way your walls clench and flex around his fingers, wanting nothing more than to feel them around his cock. You writhe, panting and moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you.

He begins kissing down your body again, kissing and sucking at your jaw, your neck, down your chest before lightly slapping your thigh “up” is all he says. You stand on shaky legs, holding onto the back of the couch for support as he lies down on the couch in the space you were just occupying, patting his lap. “Come on princess, time to claim your throne” he drawls, looking up at you with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

It's the first time since you began you have taken a moment to actually look at him. He’s panting, his chest and neck are flushed an adorable pink and as your gaze wanders down you see his cock, rock hard and leaking beads of precum as he strokes it slowly, waiting for you. He looks positively desperate, and you can’t get enough.

You can’t help but smirk at how unprepared he is for what’s about to happen.

You take your spot on his lap, resting your folds against his length, dragging your slick entrance along his cock slowly causing him to groan softly and thrust his hips against you. “Come on princess, don’t tease me, it’s been too long” his voice is husky, intense, raw.

Who are you to keep your man waiting?

You lift yourself up off him and grasp his length before slowly sinking down on him. The stretch is divine, and it causes both of you to let out moans that has you worried your neighbours are going to lodge a noise complaint about you.

He’s panting, digging his fingers into your hips as he takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of you wrapped around him. You will afford him no such luxury however as you start moving your hips. Dragging your body against him, moving your hips in a figure eight as you continue raising your body up off him only to slam it down again. He gasps digging his fingers into the plush skin of your hips hard enough to bruise, groaning in pleasure as you continue your assault on his senses.

Usually when you’re on top, he moves his hips, thrusting up into you as you bounce on top of him, but today your technique has him motionless beneath you, a willing victim to the pleasure you’re providing him. You can see him clench his jaw as he stares up at you with half lidded eyes, moaning raggedly as he tries to hold himself back from the edge.

“F-fuck princess… if you keep that up I’m gonna…” he lets out another loud moan as he bites his lip, he knows he’s not going to last much longer, and you intend to make sure of it. You double your efforts, moving your hips, slamming yourself down against him, dragging your clit against his pubic hair creating more delicious friction for yourself. It’s enough to bring you over the edge your cunt clenching around him causing him to screw his eyes shut and hiss through gritted teeth as he cums.

He moans your name low in his throat as he finishes, his cock throbbing as he empties himself inside you, hips thrusting on their own accord as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

He slowly opens his eyes, chest heaving as he kneads the skin of your hips.

“Holy shit… where did you learn how to do that?”

@where-is-my-mind-tho @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot@vincentferard

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[stardust-kenobi]

If 46 & 57 are still available could you write them for Crosshair x female reader? Thank youuu

Ooohhhh boy. I’m ready. (Also sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy!!!). I’m making this one a full one shot because I got carried away LMAO. Just in time for crosshairs appearance this week

#46 - “Please, ruin me”

#57 - “What are you doing in my bed?”

Ruin me

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: Crosshair finds you waiting for him in his bed. You pique his curiosity, and he decides to indulge in your interests.

Warnings: smut, rough sex, manhandling, alot of degradation, lil tiny bit of a softness tho, anyways this is filthy…it’s crosshair so y’know

Word count: 2k ish tbh I haven’t checked yet bc I’m on mobile, but it’s a semi short one

It was an idea that floated through your mind ever so frequently, but you’d been too afraid to act on it. That is, until now. You had it bad for Crosshair, and you suspected he felt the same about you. He was an asshole, that much was obvious, but maker, it turned you on.

Crosshair’s bed smelled of cedar and musk, and you embraced the aroma of his natural scent while your lustful thoughts danced in your head. He’d been gone all day, probably training, and was expected to come back any minute now. It was no accident that you put on your tightest, skimpiest outfit. The outfit was close enough to resembling loungewear so as to be not obvious when you walked the halls down to his room, but still inched toward dangerous territory of being lingerie.

Your tits spilled over the top of the thin tank top, pushed from the bra you’d chosen to wear. A ruby red lace bra, one that would leave no question as to what your intentions were, if he decides to undress you, of course. The shorts you wore, if you could even call them that, were high cut, leaving a significant amount of your thighs and hips exposed.

You laid back, taking in the feeling of laying in his room without him knowing, and allowed yourself to become excited with the idea. Pretending that the touch of your fingers traveling up your thighs were his was the closest you could get to feeling him right now, and you hoped he’d return soon.

Just then, approaching footsteps snapped you out of your daze. You swallowed hard, anticipating his arrival. The metal door slid open with a loud hiss, and there he was, stoic in his stance. He promptly removed his helmet before his eyes found you.

Crosshair wasn’t startled, nor was he angry. In fact you couldn’t even really tell what he was thinking. The same scowl he always held was still present on his face. He tilted his head at you, studying the way you laid seductively on his bed.

“What are you doing in my bed?” He inquired curiously. That voice, gods…that beautiful voice. You wanted nothing more than to hear him whisper nasty things in your ear.

“I wanted to surprise you” you purred. Sitting up on your knees, letting him get a full view down the cleavage of your shirt.

“With what?” He scanned your body, seemingly approving, but was followed by a look of distaste.

“Me.” You whispered.

“Is that so?” He pondered with a snarky look, setting his helmet down on the desk by the entrance, “what makes you think I’d want to fuck you?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to?” You leaned back in surprise.

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you” He said with certainty, sending a fiery heat to your cunt as it fell off his lips, “just curious what made you think I wanted to”

He cut right to the chase. This was happening, and he was ready, but not without a little more teasing on his end.

“I see the way you look at me” You noted, looking him up and down and admiring the outline of his body. He looked so good in his armor.

“How can I not? You’re always dressed like a little slut” He scoffed. He was so fucking hard to read. He wanted you, but sounded disgusted with your behavior at the same time.

“You love it, though, don’t you?” You teased, watching his face grow flustered.

He didn’t answer, but moved slowly to stand beside the bed, staring down at you.

“You want my cock? Hm? Is that what you want, pet?” He asked, his voice flowing like honey on your ears, making you shiver in anticipation of how he was likely going to leave you limping afterwards.

“Please, ruin me” you breathlessly begged. The way he was treating you was so sadistic, but oh it felt so right.

“Gladly” He growled in response.

Quickly, he worked to remove your tank top, finding the lingerie you wore beneath it.

“You wore this just for me didn’t you?” He smirked, taking your lifted breasts into his grasp. He didn’t admire your attire for long, because he removed your bra just as quickly as he found it, “and I bet your cunt is already soaking fucking wet isn’t it?” He asked, pushing you back onto his bed with force, and eagerly sliding your shorts from your hips. Suddenly he plunged two fingers inside of you, allowing him to feel what he suspected, and you gasped in response.

“You need my cock this bad? What a needy little whore” He whispered against your ear, hovering above your completely exposed body. Chills erupted across your entire body, which Crosshair noticed immediately, “Beg for it”

“I want you to- oh my gods- I want you to fuck me, Crosshair. Please” You begged through your whimpering as his fingers pumped in and out with the perfect curl, apply perfect pressure inside of you.

“I’ve thought about it, myself” He began, “thought about the way you’d look squirming beneath me. How pathetic you’d sound begging for me to ruin you. Look at you now. It’s only my fingers” He chuckled, so intent on humiliating you.

“It feels so good” You moaned, feeling a precious tension forming in your lower belly.

“I bet it does” He smirked, immediately pulling his fingers from your pussy and ripping your approaching orgasm away from you, “touch yourself while I get undressed”

You did as he asked, and rubbed your clit slowly as you watch the armor and clothes fall from his body. Maker, he was beautiful. Every scar, edge, and mark creating a masterpiece of his figure. You’d never been this wet before, and it was only getting more intense as your clit throbbed beneath your fingers.

He watched hungrily, trying not to be too be too obvious with how beautiful he thought you looked getting yourself off just waiting on him, but he could watch you do this all day.

“Crosshair” You whimpered as your eyes landed on his cock, he was larger and thicker than you were expecting. He really was going to ruin you. He stroked himself gently, his gaze traveling the length of your sprawled out body. On display just for him.

“Turn over” He demanded.

You flipped onto your belly, and anxiously waited for what was to come next. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you ached to be filled and you groaned in desperation.

“Please”

“Patience, slut” He scolded, letting his new name for you roll off his tongue with a deep satisfaction

Your next breath lodged itself in your throat as the full length of his cock slammed into your cunt, brutally filling you so suddenly with almost no warning. You winced in the stinging pleasure, quickly overcoming the small bit of pain. The pain was nice, and you’ll admit that you didn’t know you even liked pain until you’d just felt it like this. But it felt good.

A loud cry tried to leave your lips but was halted by the wrapping of his hand around your mouth as he leaned down, his chest against your back. To feel him use you like this was exactly what you wanted, and the slight twinge of pain only made it all the better.

“You can take it, Y/N” He encouraged, the first and only bit of praise he muttered.

Your muffled mess of whimpers hummed against the palm of his hand, earning a smirk from him you weren’t lucky enough to see. His thrusts were brutal, fucking you like you he absolutely hated you. The sound of the skin of your ass slapping against him with every motion accompanied the sound of your expression to pleasure.

At first, all that you’d heard from Crosshair were rough and quiet grunts, but he was growing louder, sounding satisfied with the feeling of your slickness and how good it felt to claim you after thinking of you like this for so long.

“Look at you, so desperate for it” He leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against your neck, moving his hand from your mouth to wrap in the locks of your hair. As he yanked your head back, your moans were amplified and unrestricted.

“You fuck me so good, Crosshair” You looked up and back at him, your gaze almost breaking him, but he looked away from you, and down to where your bodies were fused together. It was unbearable how good it felt, and you were overwhelmed with all of it. Your heated skin, the friction against your clit with every swing of his hips, the sensation of being used by him, and how rough he was with you…that was the icing on the cake.

“Everyone will know if you keep screaming” He hissed.

“I want them to know” You bragged.

“Yeah?” He teased you.

An unexpected flash of burning pain struck your ass, his hand rested against your rear after striking you. You cried out in pleasure, approving of the feeling. Crosshair was happy to take that as a sign to do it again, and it was harder the second time.

His hands moved to tightly grip your waist, using it to his advantage to thrust deeper and deeper. His wandering grip traveled to your breast and squeezed, the soft of your skin driving him wild. With each second, his cock brushed against your g-spot, inching you closer and closer to your climax.

“Fuck” He groaned deep, losing himself in how good you felt, he was getting close too.

“I want you to fill me up” You begged him, needing so desperately to feel his release inside you.

The growl in his moan as he didn’t respond made it clear that he wanted that too. And just hearing you say it sent him over his edge. The pace of his hips slowed, and his expressions of pleasure grew louder, which was music to your ears. Just then you felt the warmth of his cum spill inside you. He leaned over you, pressing his chest into your back, holding you while he came, his nails digging deep into your waist.

You hadn’t come yet, and with him pulling out of you, you didn’t expect to. To your surprise, you squealed as he eagerly picked you up and flipped you over on your back.

“I never leave a woman unsatisfied” He said sadistically.

The hollowness that began to ache you was then filled by his fingers once again. Using the slickness of your arousal and his own cum, he fucked you with his fingers. Crosshair hovered above you, creating a sense of odd comfort for you.

“You gonna come for me slut? Gonna come on my fingers?” He taunted you, his demeaning tone only encouraging your orgasm more.

“Fuck, yes, please don’t stop”

And he didn’t. His thumb worked softly at your clit, as he curled his digits inside of you. Anyone in the entire wing could’ve heard you now, your moaning and whimpering was relentlessly loud, and gods you didn’t care at all.

He felt you clench around him, and listened to the way you became breathless for a moment before the tension unraveled itself so gracefully. As he felt you come, he stared deep into your eyes, his other hand holding the side of your face. You weren’t sure where this care or gentleness came from, but you savored it, staring back and leaning into him.

“There you go. Come for me” He reiterated, adoring the look on your face while you fell apart beneath him.

It washed over you like a giant wave of ecstasy, filling every inch of your body with an overwhelming tingling pleasure. You’d never felt an orgasm so intense before, and he worked you through every second of it.

You swore that there were stars in your eyes as you floated back to reality, and it was then that you realized you were fully holding onto him, and he was letting you.

“Should’ve got you alone a long time ago” He smirked, still looking down at you, making sure you were okay.

“I guess one of us had to make the first move, huh?”

“Don’t sass me” He playfully scoffed as he laid down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

Maybe Crosshair had a soft spot for you after all.

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A/N: Apologies for any types my loves, I will try and check for any mistakes later!!

feedback and comments are always so encouraging and appreciated. If you enjoyed this, please let me know❤️

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[seriowan]

in this life and the next (crosshair x f!reader)

“You have me,” he promised, sliding his hand to the small of your back. “In this life and in all the others… you have me, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

summary: the one where crosshair and his lover share an intimate bubble bath

rating: X (18+ ONLY) — sex in the tub w/o protection (don't be irresponsible irl!), PiV, creampie, fingering, lots of fluff and cheesy love, crosshair talks you through it

note: this is officially 2/5! up next is hunter, then echo, and we're ending this valentine's day special with wrecker! the taglist is still open for this specific series so if you wish to be added, please comment or lmk in my inbox!

radio: bury me, duendita — angel, finneas — work, charlotte day wilson

masterlist ♡

Steam danced above the soapy water, curling in the air like wisps of white silk. The heat wrapped you in such a warm embrace that you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, relishing in its warmth and the fragrant smell of roses. Resting your head back against the rim of the tub, you sunk deeper into the steaming water, sloshing it against the tall walls. 

   “Enjoying yourself?” 

   You smiled, eyes fluttering open before darting toward the man in the doorway. Crosshair leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his bare chest, flanneled pants hanging low on his hips. The sight made you swallow, eyes glued to his abs before slowly drifting up to his smug look. 

   “I am,” you said with a hum, lifting your bare leg out of the water. It piqued his attention, soft brown eyes flickering with adoration as they dragged up your leg, all the way to your soap-clad chest. His throat bobbed with a swallow, tongue flitting out to wet his lips. 

   When you noticed his silent longing, you raised a soapy hand and curled a finger, purring softly, “There’s room for two, Cross.” 

   He didn’t need to be told twice. Standing beside you, Crosshair dropped his pants to his ankles while you shifted, making room for him to slip into the tub from behind. Water sloshed over the rim but neither one of you cared. The warmth made him suck in a sharp breath, muttering under his breath about you melting your skin off. Nonetheless, he relaxed into the soapy water and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. 

   You sat atop his lap, resting your head back against his shoulder while your smooth legs rubbed against his. Crosshair’s hands crossed over your stomach, his lips pressing against your ear as he hummed, “You smell good, princess.”

   “Good, 'cause you’ll be smelling the same way when you get out of here,” you mused, giggling when he began nibbling down your neck with little kisses. You shut your eyes in bliss as his hands roamed, one firmly holding you to his chest while the other slid up your neck, holding your throat in a ghost grip. He moved his lips to your earlobe, teasingly pinching it between his teeth before kissing your jugular. “Crosshair…” 

   “Mm?” He hummed, purposefully sucking on your skin long enough to leave a red bruise. 

   “Talk to me,” you whispered softly, causing him to pull away and give you a curious look. Reaching up, you cupped the side of his face, thumb dragging over his bottom lip. His pupils dilated and you smiled. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” 

   “Oh, princess. I doubt you’ll be surprised by what’s going on in my head right now.” 

   “Yeah?” You grabbed his hand and guided it down between your legs, smirking when his breath hitched. “Spoil me. I want to hear it all.” 

   Crosshair pressed his lips against your temple in a chaste kiss, lingering for just a moment before he smirked against your hair. You tilted your head, gazing up at him with wet lashes and flushed cheeks, hoping he’d see the silent pleads in your gaze. 

   The moment he met your eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched and he nodded. Of course he noticed — Crosshair always noticed. He could tell from a mile away whenever you were sad or angry; flustered or uncomfortable. You were an open book to him; your emotions painted as clearly as the letters on every page. Very little went unnoticed by the sniper and you were more than grateful for it. Silent conversations with Crosshair often said more than words ever could. 

   You kept your hand atop his as he pushed his hand in between your thighs. You parted your legs a bit wider, gently guiding his fingers through your warm lips. Even in the water, you could feel just how slick you’d become in the short time since seeing him. 

   Crosshair huffed with satisfaction, hovering his lips over your ear as he spoke. 

   “I’m thinking of you…” Gentle fingertips stroking up and down, circling your clit before teasing your entrance. “I’m thinking of the way you say my name like it’s a prayer…” 

   “Crosshair…” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut when he teased a finger before pulling it out, resuming the languid drag up and down through your lips and around your clit. 

   “That’s it,” he purred, his chest rumbling against your back. His breath was hot against your ear. “Just like that.” 

   You looked up, catching his lips in a kiss before whispering into his mouth, “Tell me more.”

   “Don’t be greedy.” He licked your lower lip with his tongue, dipping his head for another slow and sensual kiss. When you parted, you shut your eyes and leaned back, arching your chest up when he flicked your clit. The sight of your hard and wet nipples made him audibly swallow, drawing one hand up to your sudsy breast while the other continued tracing ovals across your aching pussy. 

   “I’m thinking of this.” Crosshair sucked on your neck, pinching a nipple while simultaneously circling your clit. “The way you fit so perfectly in my hands. It’s better than anything I could ever dream of, like you were made for me.” 

   Impatience made you move without realizing. You reached down between your parted legs, grabbing his hand to guide a finger to your empty opening. With ease, you gently inserted one of his fingers, slowly sliding it inside with a breathless moan. You involuntarily clenched around his finger when he curled it, caressing the spot that he’d already engraved into memory. 

   “And your voice,” Crosshair whispered, rolling a nipple between his fingertips while the other began sliding in and out of your cunt. “I could listen to it forever. It’s better than music or any song. It’s all that I think of when you’re not with me. It’s the only thing I can think of when I can’t see you.” 

   “More,” you breathlessly begged, grabbing the edge of the tub with one hand while rubbing the other against your clit. “Crosshair, please give me more.” 

   Angling your hips upward, you felt a fresh wave of goosebumps rush down your spine when Crosshair slipped another finger inside of you, resuming the gentle rhythm of in and out, in and out, water sloshing with his movements. He didn’t speak for a moment, savoring the sound of your gasps and moans. 

   “C-Crosshair,” you quivered, abandoning your stiff nipples to grab his wrist underwater. “O-Oh gods-” 

   “I know, princess,” he cooed into your ear. “I know you want to let go, but you can hold it for just a little longer, can you?” 

   You nodded quickly, unsure if you could but determined nonetheless. “K-Keep talking.”

   Crosshair smirked, lifting his hand from your breast to tilt your face towards his. He held your gaze for a moment before flicking his eyes down to your lips. As if giving into a secret compulsion, he dipped his head and kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth in an effort to truly taste you for all that you were worth. 

   When he pulled away, a thin string of spit connected your lips to his, causing him to smile. 

   “You’re my paradise,” he breathlessly admitted, latching onto your eyes as if you’d fade away. “You’re what I want to see when I die. This kriffing face of yours-” He pinched your cheeks with his spare hand, smacking a kiss on your lips before continuing. “-is what I want to wake up to in my next life.” 

   You whimpered at the budding pressure between your legs. It was as addictive as it was painful; as pleasurable as it was maddening. This was no longer a sense of bliss but a dangerously thin line between ecstasy and euphoria. When Crosshair’s fingers stroked in and out of your entrance more fervently, you felt that thin line snap and with a cry, you tensed, muscles coiling as the bliss of an orgasm ran through you from head to toe. 

   “Oh, gods,” you shakily moaned, quivering all over as you clamped down on his fingers.  

   “My pretty girl,” he coached in a loving tone, urging you on between delicate kisses along your jaw and cheekbone. “Easy, princess. Deep breaths…”  

   His words felt warmer than the water itself. Every single syllable rasped past his lips was another push towards feeling as light as a feather and as full as an overflowing fountain. You dreamt of moments like this — moments when his love and devotion was so clear, it was almost overwhelming. 

   But a piece of you knew that Crosshair would never become overwhelming. In fact, even after being sated with an orgasm, you couldn’t help but want more just to hear him speak. 

   Water sloshed across your chest as you fell back against his chest, descending from the high of your climax. As you slid down his chest, you felt his stiffness prodding against your back, causing you to smile and tilt your head towards him. Your grin made his eyes burn as they drifted across your face. It was a look of pure adoration as he memorized every single feature down to the flustered look in your eyes. 

   The bubbles had dissolved and the water became lukewarm by the time you turned around to lay atop him. His cock pressed against your tummy but you chose to leave it for now as you ran your fingers over his flush lips, appreciating the fact that they were yours and bound to no other. Spreading your legs, you bracketed his hips underneath the water and aligned your entrance with his erection, descending just enough for his tip to kiss your opening without going any farther. 

   Cupping both sides of his face, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, giving his lip a bite and tug before you pulled away. Stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, you gazed at him with nothing short of love, lips quivering as you struggled to show just how much you loved him… 

   …when suddenly, he beat you to it. 

   “You have me,” he promised, sliding his hand to the small of your back. “In this life and in all the others… you have me, princess. I’m not going anywhere.” 

   You couldn’t help but kiss him then and there, savoring the taste of his tongue all while you slowly descended onto his cock, sheathing yourself down until you took all of him inside of you. Slick and hot from your orgasm, his entrance was easy and blissful, drawing moans that fell right against his lips. He stole every noise and breathless whimper from your lips, gasping into your mouth when you clenched around his length. 

   You rose upward, sliding him all the way out until his throbbing tip kissed your entrance. With another descent, now faster than before, you siphoned a moan from his lips, smiling into yet another impatient and rushed kiss. 

   Slow and sensual movements guided you up and down, sloshing water with every roll of your hips. Crosshair’s hands glided down your sides, squeezing and pulling at your hips, ass, and thighs. He was more vocal now, moaning into your mouth as you repeated your movements over and over, clenching and releasing around him to bring him to a blinding orgasm similar to your own. 

   Greedy hands roamed over your breasts as he kissed, licked, and bit your lips with mindless need. A buck of his hips urged you to move faster. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you braced yourself and began to move quicker, rising and falling fast enough to send water spilling over the edge of the tub. He was so big that you could swear you felt him in your stomach, drawing out unholy whines and moans each time his tip hit the farthest wall of your cunt. 

   Crosshair’s eyes flickered across your face, watching you through a drunken haze as you bit your bottom lip. In an almost forceful gesture, he sat back and hooked both arms around the edge of the tub, rocking his head back as if giving himself to you. 

   “C’mon, pretty girl,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “K-Kriff, I’m not gonna last any longer…” 

   You leaned over his chest, bouncing up and down on his length while dragging your tongue up his neck. He tasted like rose soap and you. Gripping his throat in a gentle but claiming gesture, you rose up to kiss him hard, tangling your tongue with his, sucking on his bottom lip in tandem with the fast rock of your hips. 

   “Cross, I-I’m going to cum,” you breathlessly whined into his mouth, pumping fast enough to make you both gasp out. Crosshair quickly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist in an embrace while you cupped both sides of his face and angled his head upward, bending down to catch his lips in a final kiss. 

   Water splashed over the tub and hit the floor as he bucked up into you, slamming his cock against your g-spot with a cry muffled by your mouth. When he came, you could feel him throbbing as he filled you to the brim, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. You clenched around him while you rode out yet another orgasm, leaving him sheathed inside without any desire to pull out. 

   Both of you leaned down into the tub, sinking into the lukewarm water with synchronized sighs. It made you giggle as you rested your head against his shoulder, causing Crosshair to rock his head back, eyes shut as he smiled dazedly. One hand gently stroking up and down the ridges of your back, Crosshair and you fell into a moment of silence while you both calmed down. You basked in his presence, tracing hearts atop the scars on his chest. 

   He dipped his chin to kiss your hairline, letting his lips linger for just a moment longer. 

   “You have me, princess,” he whispered against your skin. “And you’re not getting rid of me for a long, long time.” 

   “Good,” you hummed, kissing his throat. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re in this for the long ride, baby — in this life and the next.” 

   He hummed. 

   “Sounds better when you say it.” 

   You giggled, playfully tugging his hair. He smirked but said nothing, continuing the slow drag of his fingertips up and down your back. 

   After a heartbeat’s silence, you spoke. 

   “I love you, Cross.” 

   He exhaled through his nose, grabbing your hand to kiss your inner palm. 

   “I love you too, princess. Always have.” 

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[tinywitchgoblin]

hi, if you're still doing them I'd love a ship with one of the bad batch please! SFW and NSFW would be great but no worries if its just SFW :)

I'm 19, AFAB using all pronouns, Leo and INFP personality. I'm 5'4, pretty curvy, I have dyed dark purple/blue hair and a decent few piercings and tattoos (my favourite are my snakebite lip piercings).

I'm currently at university studying philosophy, so I really enjoy having deep debates with people. I'm also really interested in history, and will ramble about it to anyone who will listen. I enjoy anything in the fantasy or horror genre too :) My hobbies are reading and all sorts of crafts (crochet, knitting, cross stitch etc) - I end up gifting random things i make to all my friends

I'm generally a pretty quiet person around people I don't know super well, but when I'm comfortable I have bursts of energy where I won't stop talking. I'm sarcastic and a little nihilistic sometimes but I try to be empathetic and considerate, and my friends say I'm pretty funny too. I have ADHD so I do fidget constantly and struggle to focus sometimes, but I also hyperfixate very heavily on things I'm interested in. My love languages are physical touch and quality time :)

sorry if this was way too much lol! thank you so much <33

When I tell you I was So Excited... you're my first NSFW ship request! Eek!!

MINORS DNI THIS IS TOO SPICY FOR YOU

I ship you with...

Crosshair!

As a sniper, Crosshair is naturally a very patient person. So when you go onto a rant about something history-related, he'll sit there and listen patiently, asking questions here and there but mostly willing to be a listening ear for you to infodump to. For your birthday, he buys you a book about one of your favorite historical time periods, and he's secretly really excited when he sees your positive reaction.

Crosshair absolutely LOVES horror movies, and doesn't get to watch them very often because his brothers HATE them, especially poor Wrecker. A favorite date night is staying in, ordering space doordash, and watching a horror movie. Crosshair especially loves the Saw movies; he finds them interesting. Tech, however, is not allowed within 50 feet of a saw movie because he will not shut tf up about the specific mechanisms of all the traps and how various scenes would actually occur.

SMUT BELOW THE BELT CUT

I 100% believe that Crosshair is an ass guy. He loves to smack your ass regardless of whether or not it's in the bedroom. Therefore, his favorite position is doggy style, with constant access to your butt (plus, he can pull your hair; win-win). He also loves when you ride him; he'll just lay back, popping a toothpick between his lips and enjoying the view.

Something Crosshair also enjoys is cockwarming. Specifically, doing so while he's cleaning his rifle. They're his two favorite activities combined into one! He loves feeling your pussy squeeze around him, pulling him as far into you as he can go. Even though he's typically very patient (as stated above), it's times like this where he will eventually cave, placing his beloved rifle to the side and slamming into you until you're boneless and breathless; only then will he come. He's very particular about that. He wants to be absolutely 100% sure that you get as much pleasure as you want, because where he lacks with words, he more than makes up with his dick actions.

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Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it!

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[originalcollectionartistry]

You ready, Princess?

I am so sorry my darlings! Things have been hectic in life for me. Between weddings, extra work, and personal stuff, my poor WIPs have been neglected. I promise to figure out time management better so I can grace your dashboards a bit more often.

This one might be a little shorter than previous posts but I did promise some people another fic but with our favourite sniper. This one can be read as a sequel to So Much for Love or it can be read as a standalone. Reader's choice!

CW: Fluff, PiV, rough fucking (we all know Crosshair can be rough when he wants to be), oral m receiving, pet names/degradation (princess, slut, whore), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!)

Word count: 2559

Enjoy my darlings!

It took a long time before your heart started to mend itself. Your love for Tech had consumed you for so long you forgot what being single, truly single, was like. You missed the way he called you darling, mesh’la, cyare, all the pet names. You missed the way he tinkered with little projects when he was not on missions. It was his way of winding down and it was so cute to you. Once he ended your relationship, it was a shocker for you. You took a long-needed week off to collect yourself. You cried almost every night, wanting nothing more than to have Tech beside you with his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. You had no idea when your batch would be back next, but you wished you would be completely moved on by then.

And you were. 322 rotations later, you felt loads better about yourself. Tech was a soldier first and foremost. It wasn’t fair of you to put so much onto him concerning your relationship. So, you picked yourself up, dried your tears, and worked on yourself. You approached Dex about taking more responsibility for his place of business, finally having something taken off your plate. You started working out more, putting time aside for yourself, taking yourself out on dates. You frequented 79’s a lot, getting your rocks off to many different soldiers. You had a type, and it was clear to everyone around you. You had a few flings here and there, but no one had fulfilled you like Tech did. Your heart still ached sometimes in mourning. That was the thing about grief. It never fully went away.

There was one clone that kept you smiling and giggling. Crosshair often messaged you while they were off world, making sure you were still smiling. You had never thought Crosshair would have a soft spot for you. He was… harsh to those he kept at a distance, but you knew his humour didn’t translate a lot of the time. He was snarky, sarcastic. Crosshair never backed up any horrible thing he said as it was always some weird dark humour. It was a humour that made you die laughing at times. The deadpan delivery often getting you off guard and causing a laughing fit.

It was this type of joke that cause you to pause in the middle of a shift. The boys were back on leave for another few days and were eating more than their share of the food the diner had to offer. You had another customer leave you their number and a large tip. Rolling your eyes, you stuffed the credits in your apron before crumping the paper with the number and tossing it.

“Another suitor rejected?” Tech deadpanned.

You smirked, pouring more caf for him. “Oh yes. I don’t get why they think treating me poorly at work will make me want to go out with them! It’s insane.”

It was nice joking around with Tech again. After so long of pretending to be okay with him around when you weren’t, it was a relief when you started being friends again. You both were happy with your separate lives, and it was fun to make fun of the guys who hit on you.

“Perhaps it has worked in the past. Insane people often go for other insane people.” Crosshair joined in.

“Oh, so I’m an insane person now?”

“Well, you went for Tech, so yeah.”

You saw that little smirk playing on his lips. You paused for a hot second, processing what he had said and started to laugh. Tech looked unimpressed at the jab, but you found it hilarious. You did have a thing with Tech and so it made you laugh even more, proving Crosshair’s theory that you were a little crazy. A crazy he didn’t mind being around.

“You have a point there Cross!” You said between giggles. “Maybe I’m more insane than I originally thought.”

They paid for their meals and went back to their barracks, but Crosshair stayed behind a bit longer. He seemed to have an air of confidence around him but a little nervousness creeping around too. He gave you a hug, thanking you for being you. Which caught you off guard. You hadn’t changed anything about yourself so for him to thank you for being you was… confusing to say the least.

He left a little piece of paper in your apron before leaving to join his brothers. You were surprised at how forward he was being. Crosshair was not one to be upfront about his feelings, so you were feeling a little confused at the change in him.

Unfolding the note, you saw instructions. Short and sweet:

Meet me outside 79’s. Tonight at 7. Don’t be late.

Huh... he wanted to meet. Interesting. You guessed this was just him being a friend, trying to get you laid and find a new partner.

You were about to be so wrong.

You showed up, on time as asked, meeting Crosshair in front of the bar. He immediately put an arm around your shoulders and led you away from the bar. Where did this behaviour come from? You liked it, you wouldn’t push him away, but it confused you.

Crosshair, on the other hand, was sweating bullets. Not literally but dear god was he nervous. He had been trying to gain the courage to ask you out for weeks. After you had confirmed you were fully over Tech, he saw his chance. A year later of you working on yourself after Tech had broken up with you, you finally felt back to your old self, and he could make a move. He could finally tell you how he had been harbouring feelings for so long.

He brought you to a small intimate restaurant, where you were seated and brought a bottle of wine. You had always clocked Crosshair as a whiskey or scotch man but if he wanted to drink wine with you, you weren’t gonna complain. You liked Crosshair and had been wondering if you had any attraction to him as of late. He was a good friend and a fantastic wingman as he helped set you up with his brother all that time ago but now that you had moved on… you found yourself picturing the sniper in your dreams and fantasies. When you closed your eyes when screwing a reg, Crosshair’s face illuminated in your mind’s eye. You were hoping this was a date as you did not want to screw your friendship up by asking him out so the fact that he asked you made your heart flutter. You just hoped this was a romantic dinner and not a platonic one.

Taking a sip from your glass you finally asked, “So where did all this come from? It’s not like you to be nervous.”

Cross swallowed a bit before answering. “Well, I wanted to make sure you were over my brother. Cause I have a proposition for you.” Swirling his glass, he waited for your prompt.

“Oh? What kind of proposition my dear? It’s not for a mission, is it?”

Crosshair chuckled a bit at that. You had never left Coruscant and desperately wanted to travel and explore the galaxy, but you weren’t too keen on entering war zones just yet. Crosshair assured you it wasn’t for a mission but for a more… personal nature. He explained his feelings to you bluntly and quickly, wanting to get any rejection over with. You surprised him however, smiling coyly and reaching for his hand.

“I was wondering when you’d ask me out. I just didn’t think tonight would be that night.” Smiling you leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Hiding his excitement, Crosshair teased you a bit more before your food arrived.

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You really did not expect things to move so quickly throughout the night. After dessert you and Crosshair just walked around, seeing what the venders had to offer. When you finally arrived home, you invited him in for a night cap. It had all started so very innocently! Eventually you ended up where you are now: on all fours with Crosshairs cock deep inside your dripping pussy.

“Is this what you were hoping for? Pounding into my wet little cunt?” you teased. Crosshair responded with a tug of your hair and a particularly harsh thrust.

“I’d say it was you who was hoping for this princess. You were so eager to please when we started,” he mocked back.

It was true… Both of you moved in for the first kiss but every time Crosshair would try something: touching your breast, nibbling your ear, sucking your neck; you melted into his arms and became more and more submissive to him. You were utterly his, and you kicked yourself for not realising it for a year. As much as you had loved Tech, you never had as much raw sexual desire as you do now with Crosshair. You clearly were a better match with the sniper and were loving it!

Your thought process was interrupted by Crosshair running his fingers through your hair and pulling you up to his chest.

“I said,” he growled in your ear, “It was you who hoped for this, wasn’t it?”

You whimpered, nodding your head frantically. Babbling incoherently, you affirmed it was you who wanted this to happen. Cross groaned in satisfaction, giving you a particularly hard thrust as reward.

Eventually, Crosshair got tired of not seeing your face and flipped you over onto your back. It was a surprise you welcomed as he immediately pressed his lips to yours, smothering you in his taste. He slipped his hand down to your clit, playing with it in a way that had your legs turning to jelly. You were not going to be able to walk anytime soon.

Your high was approaching fast and you had little to no control of your moans. You were practically screaming in pleasure, begging for just a little bit more. Just enough to get you to tip over the edge!

“Come on, princess! Cum for me!” Cross hissed in your ear.

That was enough and you saw stars. Your legs seized around his waist, keeping him inside you as your whole body convulsed in pleasure. Tears pricked at your eyes as euphoria washed over you. You then felt something poking your cheek and an emptiness from your cunt. Crosshair had slid out and now wanted you to suck him off.

You happily obliged, teasing the red tip, licking your juices off him. Opening your mouth wider, you took him further, tapping his thigh to let him know he could use you. Cross didn’t hesitate, fucking your mouth with such fervor you didn’t think you could stop him, even if you wanted to! You relaxed your throat, allowing him to go further into your mouth. He suddenly pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up by your hair.

“Oh, did I stop before my whore was done?” he taunted. Kissing you fervently, he pushed you back down onto your hands and knees. Gripping your hair, he asked if you were ready.

“Cross, I’ll indicate if I ever am not ready or want to stop! Just fucking fuck my mouth already!”

Letting out a low chuckle, he caressed your cheek before pushing his cock back into your throat. “That’s my good little slut. You want me to cum in your mouth? You want me to fill your throat with my seed?”

You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations down. He shuddered, loving the feeling of your mouth. Now he knew why Tech was always brain dead after a night with you. You were a force damned goddess!

Deep throating, you gagged lightly around his length, wanting him to fill your mouth. You could feel his thrusts becoming stuttered and halted, meaning he was getting close, and you were loving the feeling. The little power trip of making Crosshair fall apart with just your mouth, it boosted your ego far more than it should’ve.

Grunting, Crosshair gripped your hair into a makeshift pony. “Gods, princess! I’m so close! In your throat?”

You sent him a thumbs up as you pushed yourself farther on his cock. No way you were pulling off to give him a verbal affirmation. Plus, it seemed to be enough for Crosshair.

“You ready, Princess?”

He timed it so he came as you were deep on his cock, shooting his cum as far down your throat as he could. He was obviously saving up as you felt overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin. You pulled off and wiped your mouth off, licking what was on your fingers up.

“Hmm,” you grinned. “You taste good Cross! Been saving up for me?”

Pulling you up and curling you into his side in bed, he chuckled. “In your dreams, princess. That’s what you can expect every time I cum in you.”

You laughed a little more before resting in the calm of the afterglow. Your breaths evened out before you closed your eyes.

“Thank you, Cross.”

“For what?”

You tilted your head so you could gaze into his eyes. “For showing me what I’ve been missing out on. I’m willing for this to be a regular thing if you are.”

Smirking, Crosshair popped a toothpick into his mouth. “Don’t you worry doll. I’m not letting you go anytime soon. You’re mine now.”

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4 months later

“Holy Kriff! Cross really did a number on your neck mesh’la!” Wrecker exclaimed.

Your hand went to your throat where Crosshair had recently reignited his previous love bites. You smiled, shrugging it off.

“Yeah, apparently some shiny was checking me out at 79’s last night. Wanted to send a message,” you laughed.

Tech looked up from his data pad, looking over your neck. “It’s normal behaviour for Crosshair to be possessive of what’s his. Although, I’ve never seen love bites look that dark on anyone’s neck. I never left any that dark.” He took a moment to think about your past dalliance with him. Smiling, he added, “Then again, I’m not as possessive nor was I around enough to mark you. But based on your reaction and pride in the marks, maybe I should’ve.”

Crosshair came up behind you, giving your temple a kiss, a shock every time he did it. He never came across as one for public displays of affection but after last night, you’d happily get used to it.

“Getting jealous, Tech? Missing what we had?” you teased, pouring more caf for him.

He shook his head, smiling. “Not at all my dear. It’s quite clear you and Crosshair are a better match than we ever were. I like what we have now. A close friendship based on mutual respect.”

Hunter took a sip of his caf before chirping, “I don’t get why you didn’t cover them. Doesn’t Dex have a decency rule?”

You shrugged a shoulder, taking his empty plate. “In writing he does, not he never has us adhere to it. Plus, I ran out of concealer.”

Crosshair had hidden your concealer. He didn’t want you covering your marks at all. He wanted the world to know you were his and only his.

You were his Princess, and he’d made sure to let the world know at every opportunity.

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[ariadnes-red-thread]

In His Sights

Summary: As the Bad Batch’s medic, you’re used to seeing the details so you can pick up on changes in your boys. As the team’s sniper and an enhanced clone, Crosshair’s got the best vision of the batch. Somehow, neither of you can see what’s right in front of your faces.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader, mentions of past Hunter x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!; Smut, PiV, AFAB Reader, Fingering, Swearing, Jealousy, Brief descriptions of wound and wound care

Word Count: 4823

A/N: My second published fic! I meant to start posting a Fives series that I’ve been working on but I had a dream about Crosshair two nights ago and came up with this in a fever pitch. It ended up being way longer and having far more plot/background than I intended - oops. What can I say? I’m a sucker for sexual tension, Idiots in Love aannd probably more than a little toxicity. Anyways, enjoy! 

Reaction to my first fic was more incredible than I ever anticipated or could ask for (thank you, thank you to everyone who read, loved, reblogged and commented on Promise Me!) but still feeling unsure if anyone will read this or if it even came out alright. It’s definitely the fastest I’ve ever written anything but into the tumblr void, we go! Feedback and comments always welcome :) 

Ao3

“Stop drooling over Hunter.”

The voice comes from over your left shoulder. You don’t know when he had gotten there or how or even why he was watching you but you know exactly who it is.

“Cross, I promise you that was not what I was doing.” You snort without turning in the copilot’s chair that you’ve been curled up in for the last hour. “It’s been a long time since then.”

“Could have fooled me.” Crosshair sneers.

“Yeah, yeah.” You move on from his half-teasing, still not looking at the sniper as you try to assess your future patient from a distance. Through the viewport, you can see Hunter as he trudges with his three other brothers over sand dunes, trailing just a step behind them. You point to his right leg. “Look at how he’s walking. I think he’s hiding an injury again.”

You finally turn to Crosshair in time to watch him pick up his rifle and peer through his scope. Something in your stomach contracts as you watch the sniper press his eye to the glass and furrow his brow. The look he gets on his face when he’s focused… the furrowed brow, the shifting of the toothpick as his jaw clenches, the concentration in his amber eyes…. It does things to you. No time to think about that now though, even if it was a stone you were willing to unturn.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Crosshair shrugs as he lowers his rifle again. His tone matches his careless words but he’s frowning and you see his eyes still darting over his brother, assessing him for himself even now.

You huff. As the resident medic, the Bad Batch boys make your life difficult. Wrecker was constantly getting concussions or rupturing eardrums, Echo had vehemently rejected the idea of recovering peacefully and was always pulling atrophied muscles that needed more time to heal after his long capture on Skako Minor, Hunter refused to come see you when he was hurt, Tech wouldn’t even realize he was hurt, too absorbed in his projects to notice, and Crosshair… well, Crosshair was a different kind of problem. Medically, Cross was the least of your worries. He was methodical, measured and he knew when he needed a medic’s help. The problem was more on your end than anything else.

You’ve been with the Batch for almost two years now. It wasn’t long after they were sent out on their first mission that the higher-ups in the GAR and the Kaminoans realized that they needed a medic on the team. You were brought in halfway through your GAR civilian medic training. It seemed like ages ago and yesterday at the same time.

You could still remember the first meeting in detail. Wrecker pulled you into a rib-cracking hug immediately. Tech quizzed you, trying to understand why his own extensive medical knowledge wouldn’t suffice. Hunter had some questions as well but only because he wanted to make sure that his brothers were in the best hands. Crosshair had sat to the side while his brothers took turns grilling you and hugging you. When you finally turned to him, he simply nodded.

It wasn’t long after, a training session went wrong (or right, depending on how much regret you have in the moment that you’re reflecting on it) and you and Hunter found yourselves pressed up against each other in a storage closet. The fling continued for a few weeks but you both realized that, while the sex was great, the only feelings between you two were far closer to brother and sister than anything else. Any physical relationship died out pretty quickly after that. Your relationship with Hunter had been awkward for a few weeks as you tried to navigate new territory but it soon grew past the confines of your friends-with-benefits situation. He became your best friend and your closest confidant on the team. To their credit, Tech and Wrecker never mentioned it, both loving you enough that you were a part of the team, no matter what. You imagined Echo knew, likely having been told by one of his new brothers over shots of spotchka but he never let on. The only one who still brought it up was Crosshair. He continued to tease you about it, even years later. You always laughed it off as best you could. It was a stupid, rash decision to get involved with a coworker and, if that was the worst of the repercussions, you knew you should be grateful. Still, it had started to sting more over the last year and not for the reasons you expected.

In the last year, the sniper had begun to warm up to you and, as you’d gotten to know the sarcastic, stoic man better, you had unearthed some dangerous feelings. You found that Crosshair was far more protective than his callous exterior let on, always doing his own assessment of you and his brothers when you finished missions. You watched as he set aside your favorite rations bars and you loved his and Wrecker’s relationship, savoring how the bigger clone pulled a more playful side out of his younger brother. He started helping you with your weekly organization of your med kits, sorting out expired supplies and repacking bags. You were surprised how often you laughed with him, his cool sarcasm a welcome distraction to the dullness of the work.

It wasn’t always that way though. While all these moments had led to growing feelings for the sniper on your end, you still couldn’t tell what he thought of you. It seemed like every time you had a glimpse of the man you were falling in love with, he would withdraw and not speak to you for a day or he would make a comment about Hunter. It was confusing and it often hurt. Though he was not outwardly cold to you anymore, Crosshair had kept you at a distance since that first day when he wouldn’t speak a word to you.

So you push it all aside. You have bigger problems at hand than unrequited love anyways. You look back to the landscape outside the ship but, besides a vast desert terrain, the viewport is empty, meaning that while you were talking to the sniper, the rest of his brothers must have made their way towards the ship. They should be close now.

“Is the mission finished?” You ask Crosshair, who is settling himself into the pilot’s chair beside you.

“We’ll find out.” He folds his arms across his chest and leans back, closing his eyes as if he can finally rest. “I did my part.”

“Crosshair, he’ll never let me help him if there’s still work to be done.”

Crosshair opens one eye and then another. He looks over you before he raises an eyebrow. You realize you’re chewing on your nails, a tell-tale sign of your worry. Quickly, you drop your hand to your lap.

“It’s alright, mesh’la.” He says quietly, shifting his toothpick as he speaks. “We won’t let him hurt himself.”

Then he stands and disappears from the cockpit, as quickly and silently as he entered. You hear the bridge go down and then the voices of the rest of the Batch returning. You stay in your seat, eyes fixed on the sprawling, golden sands, but you listen for sounds of success. Wrecker’s thunderous words seem jubilant but it’s hard to tell with him. Echo and Techo are bickering and under all that, more softly, you hear Crosshair and Hunter exchange hushed words. The crowd disperses and you decide they must have succeeded as the clones seem to turn to their post-mission activities. A pair of footsteps makes their way towards the cockpit.

“Heard I’m being summoned to see the doctor.” A warm voice tickles your ears.

“You came to find me? This is a first,” You turn and smile brightly at your friend.

“Well, nothing like threats of bodily harm from a sniper to motivate me.” Hunter winks as he sits down in the now-empty pilot’s seat.

You notice a wince as he lowers himself. He’s definitely hurt.

“Alright, what happened?” You bring yourself to your knees on the ground in front of the Sergeant and begin to strip his leg of armor, not even thinking twice about it. You’ve stripped armor off of all these boys so often you could do it in your sleep.

“Commando droid.” He groans as he slides himself forward in the chair, giving you better access to his leg.

“How many missions ago?” You frown as you palpate his thigh. You can feel how warm the skin is through the fabric.

“Three.” He says with a grimace at your touch.

Without another word, you glare at him. At least he has the humility to look sheepish. You nod towards his lower half and he takes your signal to lift his hips up and strip his compression suit down to his knees, leaving Hunter in just his underwear.

“Fuck,” You swear at the clone. “It’s infected, you kriffing idiot.”

A vibroblade wound, about three inches long, sits in his groin. The commando droid found the perfect weakness in his armor. If it had been two inches lower, you know you wouldn’t be having this conversation with your friend right now. He would have bled out on the battlefield. You shiver at the thought before refocusing on your assessment. The wound is leaking and the skin around it is darkened and raised.

“Didn’t want to bother you with it.” Hunter grits his teeth as you press against the skin to see how far out the infection has grown.

“Hunter, you absolute moron of a martyr, it’s not a bother, it’s my job.” You sit back on your heels.

“I know, I know!” He throws his hands up in innocent protest, “You just do enough for us already. I don’t want to put more on your plate.”

“Like treating an infected wound that should have been just a few simple stitches?” You cock an eyebrow at him. “Not coming to me when you’re hurt creates more work.”

“Message received, ad’ika.” He sighs finally.

You get to work, opening the med pack that you had ready and waiting beside you, in case a call came for medic help. You usually didn’t go out on missions with the Batch, especially if the Marauder was close by. While you were trained with a blaster, you weren’t exactly a genetically enhanced clone and your presence would only slow down the seamless machine they became in the field. Instead, you would usually wait on the ship for a comm for help or for the team to get back and patch them up when they got there.

Digging through your supplies, you found a swab, saline, gauze, and a bacta patch. Hunter makes a face as you take a sample from his wound but he’s silent. You are gentle, despite the temptation to make sure he never did this again. Then, with a gloved hand, you pack the wound with saline-soaked gauze. It’s deeper than you realized and that makes you frown more. Finally, you cover it with a bacta patch, smoothing its seal over the wound with your gloved palm. You look up at Hunter.

“I’ll scan the sample and make sure we get you on the right antibiotics. As for this dressing, keep it covered when you shower and I’ll change it in two days. Don’t make me hunt you down in the middle of a mission to do it.” You smile at your patient.

“Sir, yes sir.” Hunter smiles back at you as he brings a hand on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“A familiar position?” A voice sneers from the doorway.

You cringe, realizing the way you’re kneeling between Hunter’s legs and how your hand is still resting on his groin. You know it doesn’t mean anything. Closeness comes easy between you and Hunter and, as a medic, you have to be comfortable with your patients but it all suddenly feels suffocating. You snap your hand back and launch yourself to your feet. Then, fuming at the accusation, you spin your head towards the cockpit’s entrance, knowing who you’ll find there.

“Fuck you, Cross.” You spit the words out.

“Apologize now, Crosshair.” Hunter snaps at his brother, pulling his leg back underneath him.

“I told you to stop drooling.” Crosshair is leaning on the doorway, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. If you didn’t know better, his words sound almost angry.

“Fuck you.” You repeat, at a loss for anything else to say. Your cheeks are burning. “What do you want?”

“New mission in over the comms. We leave tomorrow.” He says to Hunter before he spins and leaves you both seething in silence.

You feel tears starting to well in your eyes. You drop back to the copilot’s chair, fists bunched at your side. You hear Hunter shuffle his body glove back up but you can’t bring yourself to look at him again. It feels stupid to get so upset over Crosshair’s words. Maybe if it were anyone else, you could ignore them but the fact that Crosshair thinks so little of you is a wound that you can’t patch up.

“Don’t worry about him.” You feel Hunter’s hand on your shoulder again as he leans forward in the chair.

“What’s his problem anyway?” You silently choke back the tears. “Every time I think we’re getting on okay, he has to do something like this.”

Hunter lets out a belly laugh, taking you aback. You finally look up at him and he can see your look of hurt and anger, stopping the laugh on his lips.

“Oh Maker, you really don’t know, do you?”

It’s mostly shock on Hunter’s face but you feel like you can detect a flash of glee at your puzzled look. He may be the oldest but he is still a brother, after all. He sighs, clearly trying to push his urge to pick on both you and his fuming younger brother aside. As it almost always does, Hunter’s maturity wins out. You brace yourself for the truth. He hates you. He always has. Any good moments have all been in your head. He couldn’t stand you from the second he met you. You fill in the blanks for him as the seconds tick by.

“He’s in love with you, ad’ika.”

“WHAT?”

It takes at least five minutes for you to calm down and another five for you to stop protesting. Hunter is patient with you through all of it.

You stay in the cockpit deep into the night, watching as the distant stars appear in the night sky, glowing bright as suns in the darkness of the desert. You’ve wrecked yourself going back and forth on what to do about Crosshair. Hunter convinced you that the sniper does have feelings for you and that has given you space to examine your own. You realize you have fallen for the quiet man but it still feels complicated. He pushes you away, playing with you to relieve his own emotional constipation. It burns to realize this and anger simmers in your gut.

There’s nothing to be done about it now though and you finally feel sleep creeping up on you. You stand to head back to your room, wrapping a soft blanket that Hunter had left you with over your shoulders. You stop in your tracks as a silhouette steps into the cockpit. You jump and lose your grip on the blanket. It tumbles to the ground around your feet as your pulse races. Your eyes take heart-thumping seconds to adjust from the bright starlight to the shadows of the ship. When they finally do, you realize the intruder is none other than Crosshair, dressed only in his black compression suit, the republic cog on his chest watching you like the crosshair tattooed on his eye.

“What do you want?” Your greeting is cold.

“I’m sorry.”

His silky voice is made for the shadows, you think, as the quiet apology makes its way to your ears. He sounds genuine but you’ve been thinking about your relationship with him for too long to accept something so simple.

“No.”

“What?” Even through the dark, you see his eyes go wide in surprise.

“Your sorry is bullshit. You always do this. You push me away. I’m tired of chasing after you. I don’t want a sorry.” Your voice cracks as the emotions pour out of you. You need to hear him admit it. “Tell me, Crosshair. Tell me why you’re an asshole to me.”

You can see Crosshair purse his lips, teeth gritted on the toothpick. He never would. You sigh. It’s stupid and hopeless to think that he would see you, see what you wanted. See you as anything more than a game.

“You think you can play with me like this? You think you get to be sweet to me in one moment and a dick in the next?” You start in again, his silent denial making you even madder than before. “I know how you feel about me. About your feelings for me.”

If you thought he was going to deny it, the look that washes over his face instantly wipes away any idea of that. He’s gaping at you as if you slapped him. Then his eyes dart to the floor. He looks more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him.

“Congratulations, you figured it out.” He finally speaks, his satin voice low and measured even as the edges begin to seep with anger. “Been in love with you since the moment you stepped on Kamino but you were too busy making heart eyes with Hunter to see it. There? You happy now?”

“Crosshair,” You start.

“Don’t.” He’s sneering now, still not looking at you. “I don’t want your pity.”

“You think you get my pity?” Any empathy quickly dissipates and you find yourself seething again. You advance on the sniper. “I’ve been wondering for almost two years if you hate me and now I find out that you’ve been in love with me? Who do you think you are, playing games like this?”

You’re fuming now. You press a finger into his chest and step towards him. His eyes snap to yours as he takes a step backwards.

“Stop it now.” He warns as he strips his toothpick from his mouth and flicks it over your shoulder.

“You stupid, stubborn man.” You keep stepping into him, driving your finger into the cog on his chest with every step. He keeps backing away.

“Stop it.” His voice is lower now as he’s almost backed against the wall.

“All this time, you toy with me while I—”

“STOP”

He grabs your wrist and spins you around. You land against the cool durasteel, your arm pinned to the wall just above you by his hand still gripping your wrist. The suddenness of the movement causes your next words to come out in a breathless whisper.

“— fall in love with you.”

Crosshair freezes. His eyes dart over your form, looking to detect any signs of deceit. You feel your face flush bright, both at his closeness and at your confession. Finally, he speaks in the softest hiss.

“If you mean that, say it again. Otherwise, don’t you dare.”

You don’t hesitate.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t hesitate either. As soon as the last syllable leaves your lips, he’s latching on to them. The kiss is angry and bruising but he lets go of your wrist and you feel one hand grip your hip and another snake its way through your hair. As he gently tugs on your locks, you moan. He enters your mouth at the sound, tongue battling your own as if fighting for the very oxygen you’re breathing. He tastes like wood and spice, warm and sweet and the opposite of anything you’ve ever imagined he would. You want to drink him. He must feel the same way because he presses his body to yours. You keen against him as he tugs your hips up into him. The motion makes him rut and you feel his hardening length press against you. A rush of excitement coarse through you.

Crosshair breaks away from the kiss, pulling back so he can see you. His eyes are a spark in the darkness, a fire burning from within him. Heavy breaths fall from his lips, grazing your face. He lingers close to you, knowing he has something to say but barely able to hold himself back long enough to say it. The hand that had wrapped its way into your hair moves to your jaw. He gently traces along your cheek with his thumb.

“Mesh’la, are you sure?” Crosshair purrs, his thumb trailing its way to your lower lip.

“Been sure.” You reply breathlessly.

He nods and then steps back and turns away from you. Before you can even wonder at the movement, he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his long one, and tugs you behind him. He pulls you to his room, quickly shutting the door behind you both and sweeping you back into his arms.

“Say you’re mine.” His voice is hushed and he looks you over with eyes clouded in lust.

“I’m yours, Crosshair.”

His lips finally find yours again and you sigh in relief. The kiss is every bit as hungry as it was in the cockpit. You need to feel him again, and this time, you need more. You bring your hands down to the hem of his shirt and tug at his top. He understands the signal and gladly sheds his upper layer, breaking the kiss for only a moment before returning to you. You know what he looks like without his shirt on. You’ve seen it a thousand times. But this? To be pressed up against him and savor the warmth of his skin, to be able to run your hands over his lithe muscles and find your way to his broad shoulders, built from years of maneuvering his high-powered rifle? This is heaven.

Crosshair begins trailing kisses down your neck. He slowly bites and nips his way along your jawline, mapping out a route to your ear.

“Mine.” He whispers as he sucks your earlobe between his teeth.

You hear the hissing sound of a zipper and realize that, while you were distracted by his lips, his hands have found the front of your jumpsuit. You smile, biting your own lip in anticipation. He undresses you slowly, one hand methodically tugging at the zipper while the other pushes the clothing away from your shoulder. Crosshair follows along with his lips, kissing and sucking on each new bit of skin that reveals itself to him. You know you will be covered in marks. The idea of looking in the mirror tomorrow and seeing them, seeing his marks on you, sends a wave of excitement to your core. He unzips your jumper totally and steps back long enough for you to step out of your clothing. He holds on to one hand to steady you.

Crosshair stares as you stand before him in only your binder and your underwear, just the one hand held out, still clasped to yours. His stillness has always been an advantage as a sniper. He could perch for hours in one spot and wait without tiring. Now, instead of enemy terrain, he takes in you. Instead of the fury you’ve seen on the battlefield, he looks serene. His brow is soft and without lines. His eyes are wide and lust blown. His chest, built and covered with a light scattering of gray hair over his tan skin, moves up and down in slow rhythmic breaths. He is a man in awe.

Finally he moves, tugging you towards him as he steps backwards. He pulls you to the bed. He lowers himself down to sit on it and pulls you into his lap. Right away, you feel his hard length and you realize how wet you are as you press your damp panties against him. You latch on to his lips as you moan at the sensation. Your brain is starting to short-circuit as his lithe fingers trail up your sides and begin to unwrap you from your binder. More fabric falls to the floor. The delicate skin of your breasts instantly pebbles as the cool night air wraps around you. Crosshair’s deft hands find your sensitive nipples. He twists and pinches, making your nipples round even more and your breath hitch in his mouth. He breaks your kiss to bring his mouth down to your left breast. He takes your nipple in his mouth, drawing circles around it with his tongue and grazing it gently with his teeth.

“Crosshair.”

His name leaves your lips in a whisper and he flashes a small, smug smile up as he turns to dote on the next breast. You begin to move your hips against him, aching for more. He hisses at the friction, bringing a hand to your hair again and tugging you down to meet his lips. His other hand drifts back down your ribs and to the hem of your panties. He dips his fingers below the fabric, grazing along your soaking opening. His kiss becomes hungrier as he feels how wet you are at his touch. It’s sloppy now, teeth and tongues clashing as you try to consume each other. You meet him kiss for kiss until one finger slides up into you. You gasp at the sensation and press your forehead to his. He adds another finger, slowly thrusting up into you. You move against him. His fingers are already a stretch but you are still hungry for more.

It seems Crosshair is too as he pulls his fingers from you. In the next motion, he turns over, pulling you into bed with him. He slides your panties down your legs and discards them somewhere over his shoulder. He strips himself of his lower body glove and underwear.

For a moment, he hovers over you. He pumps himself, your wetness on his fingers mixing with his precum. His length is long, thick, and almost painfully hard. He pauses for a moment, looking down at you with the same concentration with which he stares through his scope.

“I’ve always been yours.” Crosshair whispers as he slots himself against you.

He leans down to capture your lips as he enters you. You moan into him at the stretch. He takes his time, letting you adjust as he slowly pushes in inch by inch. Finally, he’s fully slotted in you, pressed against your cervix. Stillness finds him again and he waits, breathing heavy against your neck. You feel the stretch turn from painful to pleasure and you begin to move your hips against his. He inhales deeply as he pulls himself from you almost fully.

Then Crosshair unleashes himself on you. He begins to thrust mercilessly, pounding deep into you so you can feel every inch of him and he can reach every corner of you. Your hands scramble for purchase on his muscled shoulders, dragging nail marks along them that you have a feeling he will wear proudly tomorrow. You’ve never felt so full in your life and you know, in that moment, that you will never feel complete again without him. His hand finds its way to your clit and you begin to squirm from overstimulation. He holds his thumb there though, pressing small circles into your sensitive numb. Flashes of light begin to explode across your vision as the coil in your stomach tightens. You call out his name as you begin to shake. He holds you to him, wrecking you with his cock as he moves to pull your orgasm from you.

The coil doesn’t snap - it shatters. You stiffen, digging your fingers into his arms as the world goes white for a moment as you cry out, euphoric. Crosshair thrusts one - two - three more times. He groans your name into your ear as his hot cum fills you up.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. Any remaining energy finds his way to his fingers where he grips like you're about to run away. After your breathing has slowed, the coma of bliss has passed and you’ve both cleaned yourself off, you find yourself in bed pressed against Crosshair again. You’re still naked, arms and legs entertwined. His eyes are closed as he holds you with one arm across your back, pressing you to his chest. His other hand runs through your hair. You pepper small kisses along his bronze chest. It feels like a dream. A moment of doubt, lingering from all of your brooding crosses over your mind, like a shadow.

“This is real, right? You aren't going to go cold tomorrow?” You ask Crosshair, tilting your head up towards him.

“No, I've got you in my sights now.” He presses his lips to yours. “Nothing gets away.”

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Congrats on the 200!! I hope you get many more because you're an amazing writer I wish I could eat your fics like some fancy man at a bourgeois dinner

And I hope I'm doing this right, for the follower count special how about a song I listen to a lot when I write some of the 'edgier' characters Paper Love - Allie X With Crosshair or Hunter? (take your pick because I can't /sob)

MY LOVE, MISTY ❤️❤️ I missed you and thank you so much, I wish I could give you 10,000 hugs! (Edit: I finally have anon asks on, didn't realize they weren't on)

And you are doing it right --

200 Follower Special!

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Just Love Me

Crosshair x Reader Smut

Summary: It's depressing, how dedicated you are to a man you believe doesn't love you. But does he believe the same thing?

Warnings: reader insecure about themselves, crying, sex for comfort, mentions of reader having longer hair (apologies), oral (f!receiving), SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, fluffy

A/n: I'm very sorry for this, I really got into my feels for this one.

GIF NOT MINE!!

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You smoothed your black dress over your curves. It was a cold night, and you weren't aiming to look entirely nice in the blaring lights of 79's. You slipped on a maroon turtleneck, avoiding the clean cloth touching your face that was stained with black mascara. Crying had really took it out of you, but what did you find the outcome to be?

You let your hair down, running your hands through the locks. You tapped a tear that ran down your cheek, avoiding smearing any more of your mascara.

Maker, you looked terrible. What would Crosshair say? Well, whatever your guess would be, you would find out soon. He'd never seen you this disheveled, but you weren't gonna waste precious time cleaning up your face when mascara would be running later that night anyways.

You ran back to him everyday, looking for the same exact thing, the only thing that convinced you that you were good enough for somebody. He praised you cause he thought you were into it sexually, and yes you were, but it filled your heart when he made the comments he was convinced were harmless. Those are what kept you coming back to him. He unknowingly kept your person tied to his belt with a leash.

He would never love you, you knew it every time he left you cold in your bed, retreating to meet up with his crew before they started to question his disappearance. Why would someone so skilled, so handsome, so special love someone that was rough, ugly, so useless.

You were his, undeclared, but there was nothing you could do to forget that. To tear yourself away from someone who so absentmindedly kept your head slightly higher than it used to be. You had grown to love him. You couldn't help loving him, as much as he walked away, when he called you pretty, when he called you his in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but belong to him.

Your apartment wasn't far, maybe 2 blocks from where 79's was as you walked quickly. Combat boots you had slipped on clapped against the concrete of Coruscant's underworld.

Crosshair wouldn't care to see your mascara smeared, would he? If you tried to take him home like you tried every night he was on shore leave, would he push you away? Maybe he'd be too drunk to notice.

Walking through the doors, you spotted him immediately, by his lonesome. And his eyes met your in a hot second, the thought of him waiting for you to walk through the door wrung your heart out like a washcloth. It fed into that hope that maybe he loved you just as much.

You walked toward him, and he just stood there and waited, eyes trained on you with a permanent scowl. His mood seemed to shift as you came into the colored lights that flashed here and there. You face came into clear view and his fingers tightened against the curves of the glass.

"You've been crying," he spoke first, voice silky and spread like butter through the air.

You clenched your jaw and looked away for a moment. You felt embarrassed under his watchful eye, this always made you feel embarrassed, feeling like you needed him to breath was humiliting.

You looked at his neck, half exposed, the lower half covered by his blacks. Eye contact was the last thing you wanted to make right now. He knew you were avoiding it. He always knew.

"Can I- Can I please just take you home?" you asked, voice sharply cracking. You hadn't spoken since you started crying, the only noises were broken sobs. If he didn't have all the clues before, he certainly did now.

Crosshair placed his half-full drink on an empty booth table, taking your face into both of his hands. You were forced to look at him in this position, and you wished he'd just let you keep your head down. He looked disappointed, you knew this was a horrible idea. Coming here and seeing him when you looked a wreck.

"What happened, tell me why you're crying."

"That's not important-"

Crosshair's index and middle fingers pressed down slightly on your jaw involuntarily, expressing his increasingly tense attitude, "It is very important."

Your eyes began to sting with tears, making you bite your lip while he glared down at you with fierce eyes. You could tell him, but what if he thought you were using him? What if he thought that you only came to him because he made you feel good? What if he didn't understand that you were so in love with him it hurt?

"I just.. I wasn't feeling good tonight. I- I missed you Crosshair, can we just go home?" you asked, trying to avoid his pursing lips and the way he looked like he was about to snap at you. Home. Would he respond to that? Would he understand where you wanted to go? Your home was his home, you'd said that one night, drunk off your mind. He never responded, not a word. Maybe in his anger he would understand, maybe he would yell at you and express that he wasn't going home. Maybe he'd call it home then.

But he never did snap, he never yelled, he just slipped his hands down to grab both of yours and pulled you with him. He lead the way to your apartment, pushing through drunken citizens of Coruscant and arguments. He moved to having you caged in his arms, his chest pressed to your back as you walked through the Underworld.

The streets were colder than they had been moments before, but you didn't even care, you and Crosshair walked with long strides as you both made your way to the same place you had every night.

You began unlocking the door, and against what usually happened, his hands stayed to himself. He only hovered behind you, the shadow of his lean figure darkening your sight. Maybe he wanted what you wanted tonight, but he didn't express it. Why did this all feel so different. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

The moment your door opened, he neared your back and encouraged you inside. You quickly shuffled, him shutting the door behind you two before snatching at your wrist and pulling your turtleneck over your head. It was thrown to the hardwood floor with a smack before hid hands were on you.

Turning you around, his other hand came to your face in a gesture that melted your heart. It was always clinking teeth together and sloppy kissing in your hallway, never him holding your face like you'd leave. His hands usually gripped and kneaded at your waist, never touched you like you'd break in half.

His lips pressed to yours in a fervent kiss, your blood running cold. This was different, this was so much different. Had you picked up the wrong man at 79's? Nobody else looked like him, but Crosshair didn't touch you like this. He didn't kiss you like this. Crosshair kissed you like he was one push away from eating you alive. The man holding you kissed you like you were a glass statue of his deceased lover.

You pulled away, no saliva covering your lips like it usually did and your stomach boiled for a different reason.

"Crosshair, what's wrong?"

He grunted, hands releasing you as they moved to wrap around your waist and pull you flush to his chest, "Why don't you answer that first, Doll?"

His lips glided against your neck, pressing soft kisses along the hollow of it.

"I.." he stopped when you begun to speak, waiting for the explanation he deserved. Were you really ready to admit it? Yes, you were. Even if it meant losing him forever, you were ready to admit it.

"I want you to want me."

He was silent for a moment before laughing quietly. Laughing was something he didn't do a whole lot with you. But his genuine laugh broke out, and it made you wanna melt into a puddle on the floor.

His right hand rubbed up and down the dip in your back where your spine trailed, "I do want you, Doll. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want you."

"No.. no, I don't mean that, I mean.."

He breathed in the scent of your skin, pressing a fluffy kiss to your shoulder. You reached up to hold his shoulders, grasping at him equally as tight as he was holding you.

"I want you to love me."

It seemed like the hallways had started pushing at you, growing tighter and tighter till it felt like you'd suffocate in the arms of the soldier. He was still, the only thing keeping you from believing he wasn't dead was his breath beating against your bare skin.

Then his chest vibrated, his stomach started twitching and you felt his breath start fanning in patterns. He was laughing. That asshole was laughing at you once again. You felt a tear start to fall down your cheek, leaving a trail of faded gray in it's wake.

You felt humiliated, absolutely stupid. Of course he would laugh, what else did you think he would do? You were stupid for thinking he could ever love you.

The hold you had on his shoulders started loosening as your heart broke more and more. This was stupid.

Crosshair pulled away from you, still holding your waist with a loose grip. He had a light smile on his face, he thought this was genuinely funny.

"Maker above all, you are too cute," he whispered, swiping your tear away, "Let me show you something."

He didn't allow you to grant him permission as he dragged you by your arm, whisking you away towards your bedroom. Your heart still felt swollen and you would've been out of the mood if it was anyone else treating you like he was. But it was Crosshair, and you would've done anything for him.

He laid you down on the bed with a practiced softness to his touch. He was never like this. This wasn't Crosshair. Had you truly messed up who you took home? No, because nobody in the universe sounded like him, nobody would ever.

He rolled up the lower half of your dress, letting it bunch up across your stomach. You never bothered with panties when your knew he was taking you home, so he was met with your wetness immediately, legs opened for him just how he liked. Your hole glistened with slick, encouraging him to eat you up. And he wanted to.

As he sunk down onto his stomach, moving your thighs to rest against his shoulder with ease, he stared up at you.

"My pretty Doll, you don't know a lot, do you?" he asked, nipping at your thighs, licking the spots where his teeth grazed.

You pet your hands through his grey hair, soft under your fingers, so soft. He was so precious today, so sweet and gentle. What happened?

"Other women, they've been trying what you do lately. Coming up to me, making a bold statement," he bragged.

It made you jealous, hurt. Your stomach clenched, a whine escaping you as his tongue flicked at your bud teasingly. You looked down at to see his watchful eyes still on yours. He was pretty between your legs. Other nights, he was handsome or sexy. Tonight he was just so pretty.

"I've never taken any of them home," he added, licking up your wet slit, lips coming to wrap around your clit and a suck a moan out of you. He hummed in happiness to the noise, continuing to lick at you with a skillful tongue.

You tilted your head back, upset you couldn't see him. But how slow your brain processed his works forced you to take a break from looking at him. Crosshair hasn't been with anyone since you..

You whine, rolling your hips against his face, connecting eyes again, his shining with delight, "Wh- What does that mean.. why?"

He drank you like you were his favorite glass of alcohol. Like you were that cup he left behind to be picked up and dumped by a server droid. Like every glass he'd ever left behind to take you home.

"It means that I do love you," he muttered into your folds.

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#star wars x reader #star wars smut #star wars x reader smut #crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader smut #crosshair smut #clone trooper crosshair smut #the bad batch smut #the bad batch x reader smut

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Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+. Unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it up in real life), creampie, rough sex.

Word count: 681

Kinktober Day 4: Missionary

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“I need you closer,” you whispered to him, your hands traveling up his back until your fingers could rest on the beautiful silver curls that crowned him. 

Crosshair couldn’t help but chuckle; with his body pressed onto yours, with nothing but heat between the two of you, there was only so much left that closer could cover. However, in an effort to give you what you wanted, Crosshair leaned his face down, letting his lips brush yours until he fully kissed you.

Your arms wrapped around Crosshair’s body, moaning into the kiss. Having him that close to you made his thrusts deeper, heightening the feeling of fullness in your walls as he slid in and out of you. 

He’d started with a slow pace, making sure you’d both feel every sensation, his hips calmly rocking into yours but making the feeling no less luscious. If Crosshair wasn’t kissing you, his brown eyes would look into yours, at least long enough before he shuddered in pleasure. His arms, lean yet strong, caged you to that mattress, emphasizing the fact that you were his, and his alone.

“More,” you exhaled, your hand traveling up to his cheek. “Please, Crosshair… I need you…”

Crosshair wouldn’t dream of not obliging, and the truth was that he needed more of you too. It didn’t matter he was already deep into you. He wanted you to squirm, he wanted to hear his name said in your beautiful voice, speaking it in the way only you could. He wanted to feel your touch, to hear how he made you whine; he wanted to see the ecstasy in your eyes when you hit your peak.

Before he knew it, Crosshair was thrusting faster. Gradually increasing his speed, he picked up the pace double, triple, until he bed underneath you two was creaking, its headrest bumping on the wall following his rhythm. You hummed, satisfied, enjoying the liquid heat he sent coursing through your veins, and in the brief second in which his gaze met yours, you noticed the fierce determination in them, a perk that characterized Crosshair in your eyes, that you’d always recognize him for.

You felt Crosshair’s hands fisting the bed sheets underneath you for leverage, pounding harder into you as he let out a growl. A long moan left you in return, delighting in the newfound pleasure of his quicker pace. Your eyes looked for his, wanting to gaze into him; it was impossible to be so intimate with Crosshair and not admire his beauty. 

Crosshair’s brown eyes found you and he leaned in closer, resting his forehead on yours while looking at you, a gesture so sweet and tender in contrast with the relentless snapping of his hips into yours. His deep, smooth voice escaped him in soft groans and low pitched moans you’d be willing to beg to hear, and every sensation piled into one soon made your walls tighten around his cock, your body quivering and squirming as you were pressed down by him.

Then, Crosshair didn’t resist kissing you again. His lips crashed onto yours, hungry for you, grunting softly into the kiss in tandem with his hips, and the quick thrusting of his hips only stuttered when you felt his cock twitching inside of you just before he released his load into you.

The heat coursed through your body; you whimpered softly at the sensation, an act that only made you more endearing to Crosshair. He would have commented on it with his usual suave manner if he hadn’t been so worn out; doing things on the rougher side often took a lot out of him, and he pressed his body down on yours, still letting out little groans from time to time.

You smiled at the ceiling, running your hands over his back again.

“Don’t tell me you’re done,” you teased him.

“Give me two minutes,” he panted, looking up at you with his cocky grin, “and then I’m gonna make you beg.”

“Can’t wait,” you bent down and pecked his nose, glad to see him rising to the challenge.

Taglist: @nunanuggets @stardustbee @mints-current-obsession @rain-on-kamino @queenquazar @samspenandsword @rainbowcreepie @adikas-world @jedimastersovi @stardust9905 @misogirl828 @thevigilantnightdragon @coffeyorky @brownielocks69

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[sonyanightmare]

Posting this as a Star Wars and CoD oneshot writer and obsessed freak posts in general:

The Bad Batch

'Gonna Share, Tech?' (Tech and Echo x OC) threeway fic

Clone Wars

Call of Duty

This is a future update to some writing I am working on but I don't post a whole lot so when I do open Requests, I will take ages to actually publish your request lol

• Fluff, Lime, Smut, even experimenting with Yandere (no promises it'll be good lol), etc.

• Requests: Momentarily Closed

• Stories: Mainly OC at the moment, some (y/n), no Character x Character like Anakin and Padmé etc.

• I might hint about an OC full-on story I am working on, too UwU

> Everything else is fine: LGBTQ+ is welcome 🏳️‍🌈

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[0funkyducky0]

𐐪𐑂 Crosshair 𐐪𐑂

𐐪𐑂 Smut 💕 - 𐐪𐑂 Fluff 💝

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[thrawns-babygirl]

Hello there lovely, is there any chance that you could write something - anything really idc if it's a drabble, hc or oneshot- involving tatted Crosshair and his send nudes tattoo?

No pressure of course. love your stuff and keep it up^^

have a nice day <3

This was only meant to be a drabble but I got carried away.

And yes I know this fic starts off almost identically to one of my other fics (I think it was one of the follower celebration ones) but for this specific fic I needed to reuse an old trope dont @ me please I've had writers block （；¬＿¬)

This is also another one of my classic medic!reader fics because I wanted it to be gender neutral and doc is the easiest gender neutral nickname I can come up with.

I am not a creative person lmao.

anywho, this is based off of @cloned-eyes absolutely sinful art, which is honestly some of my favorite Crosshair art of all time.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Sexting (I think that's it lmao) Words: 2200+

Been a while since ive written anything this long so i hope my writing is still up to snuff

Masterlist

Where could he be? Where on this maker forsaken facility could he possibly be? You storm through the halls of Kamino looking for Wrecker, the errant clone needing to come and see you for updates to his immunisations before he or the rest of clone force 99 are allowed back out into the field.

It’s not surprising that he’s avoiding you, out of all of them, Wrecker is by far the worst with needles. The man can’t stand them, avoids you like the plague when he knows that it’s time to keep his vaccinations up to date and for what its worth you can’t really blame him. No one enjoys needles.

You huff and place your hands on your hips as you think about where the lovable giant could possibly be. You’ve already checked the mess, the armoury, the Marauder and the training centres with zero sign of him. When you got to the marauder Tech just gave you that look that says, “I understand you need to find him but I’m not going to rat him out” and while you often applaud clones for their loyalty to one another, when it stops you from doing your job it makes you want to rip your own hair out in frustration.

You make your way over towards their barracks, hoping and praying to whatever deities that will listen that you’ll find him and be able to get on with the rest of your job. You take a deep breath, standing out the front of their doors, before keying in your medical override and stepping inside.

You don’t find wrecker, and you wish you had knocked.

Standing in front of you is Crosshair, in just a towel, dark lines of ink on full display over his tanned body. You’ve never actually seen him without his shirt on before, never needed to. The sniper usually manages to stay out of trouble and doesn’t need any assistance when the boys return to Kamino so you had no idea he was covered in tattoos.  

You run your eyes over his chest, taking in all the impressive art that litters his toned form. The silhouette of his beloved 773 Firepuncher that stretches along his chest, the artfully done letters of aurebesh that stretch above his stomach, the other smaller words and phrases that extend down his hips, tantalizingly low, slightly obscured by the fabric of the towel that’s gripped in his left hand.

You run your eyes up his arm towards his face, knowing that he’s going to be wearing that sickeningly infuriating smirk of his and wanting to avoid the cliché “Like what you see?” you know he’s going to drawl at you like you’re in some terrible holodrama.

As you brace yourself to face him, your eyes catch on a single phrase tattooed on his left arm, slightly more patchy and faded than his other ink as if it were the result of a drunken night out in some shady tattoo parlour in the Uscru District of Coruscant. Two simple words that have a profound effect on your physiology causing even more heat to rush to your face, deepening the blush that you know is already far too pronounced on your cheeks and ears.

“Send Nudes”

You finally have the courage to snap your eyes up to his and just as you expected you’re greeted by his frustratingly handsome smirk, his eyes boring into yours, as if he’s waiting for you to say something, as if this is going to be the final nail in the coffin for your poorly hidden mutual attraction to one another that’s been simmering the last few cycles that’s threatening to reach boiling point as you maintain eye contact.

You lamely open and close your mouth trying to find something to say to the barely covered man in front of you before he decides to end your suffering, breaking the silence with the just as cliché “See something you like doc?” he raises an eyebrow at you before walking over towards his bunk, reaching into a pouch on his discarded armour and producing a toothpick, slipping it between his lips as he looks you up and down.

“I um-” you finally look away from him, suddenly finding the old training posters above his bed intensely interesting trying to figure out what to say to him as if you weren’t just ogling his naked chest and arms for an unprofessionally long amount of time.

You clear your throat “I was just looking for Wrecker… he needs his shots” your eyes dart around the room, avoiding his smug, self-satisfied face for as long as humanly possible.

You cringe at how your voice falters, yours and Crosshair’s interactions are always a battle of wits and snark, constantly trying to one up each other as the rest of the batch endeavour to ignore your vague attempts at flirting with one another. Both of you trying your best to goad the other into making the first move, dancing around the invisible line you’ve both drawn in the sand but never crossed.

From the corner of your eye, you see him walk towards you, you see his arm adjusting the towel around his hips and your eyes are drawn to that stupid tattoo on his arm again, the one that makes you want to throw professionalism out the window and jump his bones regardless of any regulations or rules that would get in the way and muddy the waters.

“Wrecker’s not here” his voice has dropped an octave, as if getting you alone in his room has made him realise that there is nothing physical stopping the two of you from muddying the waters of your relationship and taking that final step. You swallow the saliva that’s started pooling in your mouth, attempting to remind yourself that you’re on duty, you’re in the barracks, any one of the rest of his squad could walk through those doors at any moment an interrupt whatever lewd and improper things you both want to do to one another.

While you were wrestling with your own thoughts and feelings you miss how close he’s managed to get to you, his silent footsteps bringing him directly in front of you and you stare up at him. Has he always been this tall? You lock eyes with him, neither of you saying anything as you just stare at one another, each of you silently willing the other to close the distance between the two of you and take the leap.

He begins moving his face closer to yours, his warm breath brushing over your face, it smells minty you vaguely register as you move your face closer to his, closing your eyes and the distance between the two of you when suddenly you hear loud, boisterous laughter approaching from the other side of the door.

You curse under your breath. Despite this being the whole reason you’re in the barracks to begin with, you would give anything for a few more moments alone with Crosshair. Both of you pull away from one another, Crosshair grabbing a spare change of blacks and walking back into the refresher before the door to the barracks opens and you see the wayward clone himself stare at you with wide eyes. He knows he’s got nowhere to run now as you fix him with a glare that one would assume is because of the amount of time and effort you put into finding him and not because of the fact he just interrupted… whatever was about to happen between you and Crosshair.

You walk out of the barracks with Wrecker in tow, attempting to push whatever it was that was happening with Crosshair to the back of your mind, at least for now.

After another few hours on duty, you finally return to your quarters, sore exhausted and replaying the interaction you had with Crosshair over and over again in your mind. No matter how you try to distract yourself, whenever you close your eyes, you see the dark lines of ink that cover his sculpted body. Does he have more tattoos? Do the go lower? You mind is reeling, and you can’t focus on anything else, you can’t even sleep all you can think about is stupid Crosshair with his stupid tattoos and that stupid send nudes tattoo he has on his stupid arm.

You sigh, picking up your datapad in a vague attempt at tricking your brain into doing something productive when you get an idea. Arguably a terrible and stupid idea that could have a negative affect on your career but… an idea, nonetheless. Sighing and shaking your head you throw your datapad down onto your bed as you stand up to take a shower.

No… this is a terrible idea.

You undress and stare at yourself in the mirror. Maybe… its not a terrible idea? Your mind keeps going back to his tattoos and you decide to throw caution to the wind. Walking back into your bedroom you snatch up your datapad and open an encoded chat with Crosshair’s personal frequency double and triple checking the recipient to make sure what you’re about to do doesn’t end up in the wrong hands before steeling your nerves and standing in front of the mirror. The lighting isn’t the most flattering but you don’t let yourself dwell on that for too long before you strike what you hope is an appealing pose and taking a series of pictures, attempting to highlight your assets.

You flick through the pictures selecting the ones you think are the most flattering and before you have a chance to second guess yourself you send them through to Crosshair with the caption “As instructed”.

You wait for a moment, encrypted chats don’t have notifications for when the recipient has seen the messages so you wait with baited breath for a response. When one doesn’t come immediately you throw your datapad down onto your bed and run your hand through your hair, deciding that maybe he’s just not looking at his datapad right now you finally take your shower, attempting to wash away your nerves and embarrassment, pushing your fear of rejection out of your head as you let the warm spray wash over you.

When you exit the shower and towel yourself off you look at your datapad and see a reply from Crosshair. Your breath catches in your throat as you move to open the message and see that it comes with an attachment.

Holding your breath, you open the attachment only to be greeted by a picture of Crosshair, standing in the refresher in his barracks, wearing only a pair of loose fitting black pants that are pulled down to his thighs revealing what can only be described as the nicest cock you have ever seen. You’ve never thought that cocks were attractive before, but somehow he’s managed to change your mind. It’s long and thick and the way his slender fingers wrap around his girth makes your mouth water.

After spending far too much time searing the sight of it into your memory you read the text that he sent along with the photo just one simple word; “More”.

You dive into bed, datapad in one hand, legs spread however before you get a chance to take and pictures you receive another message from Crosshair, this time there is no text, only a video. You open it and press play.

You watch in pure delight as the recording of Crosshair’s hand moves over his hard, weeping length, his fingers tightening as he gets to the tip creating more pressure around the head. Small sighs and choked breaths can be heard from the audio as his hand works his cock and just as the video ends you swear you hear a whisper of your name.

You scramble to return the favour, attempting to capture the best possible angle as you manoeuvre one hand down between your legs to begin working yourself over. You have the luxury of not needing to share your living space with anyone, so you put on a bit of a show, moaning and whimpering and gasping his name as you touch yourself and push yourself over the edge with a final long moan of his name. Your chest rising and falling as you hit send before you can change your mind or second guess yourself.

Not long after that you receive the final video of the night, your mouth waters and you can feel heat rushing down south again as you watch Crosshair vigorously stroking his cock, muffled gasps and groans coming from his end as he works himself, the head of his cock is so red it’s almost purple and you can see beads of precum leaking out of the tip and running onto his hands as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. You watch as he bites his lip, face contorting in pleasure as the lines of ink on his skin move with the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to stay quiet.

He screws his eyes shut and bites his lip so hard you think you see him break the skin, as he stifles a moan of your name, spilling ropes of cum over himself, his hand and his chest, panting before the video ends.

You get one other message from him on the encrypted channel.

>Might need to see you in medbay tomorrow for a busted lip

@where-is-my-mind-tho@antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot@ilovestarwarsmen725@vincentferard

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[starrylothcat]

♡ Morning Sex with Hunter and Crosshair (NSFW) ♡

Pairings: Hunter x Fem!Reader & Crosshair Fem!Reader

WC: Around ~700 for each.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. Soft morning sex with Hunter and Crosshair (separately). PiV. Oral (male receiving). Soft/fluffy. Established relationship. Bulleted list drabbles.

A/N: Sometimes you wake up and just need to write your thots down. Enjoy some soft morning pleasures with Hunter and Crosshair. Perhaps on Pabu where everyone is safe and stress-free? 💕

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Hunter

You wake with large hands gently caressing your body, warm lips on your shoulder.

Your eyes flutter open and Hunter is gazing at you, his fingers rubbing small circles on your hip, just above your panty line.

“Good morning, mesh’la.” He rumbled, his voice husky from sleep, and perhaps other thoughts that were formulating in his mind as he gazed upon your body.

His look was intense, your body flushing and reacting to his touch as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.

Hunter breathed in deeply, your scent electrifying him.

One hand slid up under your nightshirt to where your breasts lay, warm and supple under the graze of his fingertips.

You knew exactly what he wanted, he didn’t have to declare it.

You wanted it too.

You whispered his name, your eyes fighting to stay open, not from drowsiness, but from the sensation of his lips on your neck, now sucking gently at your skin, and the bliss from his calloused fingers slowly rolling your pebbled nipple.

Your panties were dampening, his hand now giving your other breast equal attention as his lips moved to yours, a slow languid kiss that perfectly matched the laziness of the morning.

You let out a breathy moan as you felt him press his hardened length against your thigh.

You turned on your side, letting him pull you back against his chest, pressing your ass against his hips as you spooned.

Hunter let out a low groan, bucking his hips into your plush ass, rubbing his cock against your clothed pussy.

Hunter brought a hand over your hip to your center, rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit, feeling the thin material dampen with every pass of his finger.

“So wet for me…” He breathed in your ear, bucking his hips into you again. “So good for me…”

“Hunter, please…” You didn’t need to say much more, he knew what you needed. He always did.

Hunter slipped his hand under your panties, his fingers slipping between your soaked folds, teasing your clit.

Hunter was basking in the scent of your arousal and the soft whimpers escaping your lips, reveling in the subconscious twitches of your body as his finger slipped inside your velvety entrance.

Hunter knew he couldn’t last much longer, needing to feel your soft walls clenching around his cock more and more with each passing second.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out, adding a second as you shuddered against his body.

With a growl, Hunter removed his fingers, shoving down your panties as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

You wiggled your ass, pressing yourself back up against him, slightly shifting your position on your side so he could guide himself in.

You both released a moan as he slid in without resistance.

You twisted your neck back to kiss him as he slowly fucked you, neither of you in a rush to get to your ends.

Hunter slid his hand up and down the side of your body, squeezing in reverence and grunting praises in your ear as he held you.

Feeling his strong body pressed up against yours, his hips moving in tandem with yours was enough for you.

Your body quivered as his thrusts became quicker, his breathing more shallow.

You knew he was close, even at your lazy pace.

Hunter brought a hand to your clit, rubbing quick circles, causing you to arch and mewl at the sudden, intense ecstasy.

“That’s right…” he panted quietly, “come for me, mesh’la.”

You came with a long moan of his name, clenching around his cock as his finger worked your clit, pleasure slowly rolling wave after wave through your body.

Hunter stilled and let out a shaky moan of your name, his cock pulsing and twitching as he filled you with his warmth.

Hunter buried his face into your hair, bringing one arm over you to lace his hand in yours.

You stayed spooning on your side, even as he softened inside of you.

Neither of you wanted to move, basking in the afterglow.

Hunter grunted as he finally slipped out of you, maneuvering you so you were facing him, pulling you into his chest.

“I love you.” He mumbled, his eyelids heavy, the warmth and softness of your body lulling him back into slumber.

“I love you too…” You whispered before falling back asleep in his arms.

Crosshair

You woke first, which was unusual.

Crosshair was generally an early riser, even after all this time.

Delicate sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a glow on Crosshair’s slumbering form.

The sheets were at his waist, revealing his bare chest that rose and fell slowly.

He looked peaceful, and content, his entire being relaxed.

You smiled, enjoying this rare moment of vulnerability, not wanting to disturb him.

“See something you like?” He drawled, his eyes not opening.

Of course he’s awake.

You smiled, tracing a finger down his pectoral.

“I see a lot that I like.”

Crosshair hummed in response.

You pressed your lips to his collarbone, picking up on the subtle way his breath hitched as you did so.

Crosshair didn’t move, his eyes were still closed.

You began kissing down his body, slowly and with purpose.

Crosshair spent most of last night worshiping your body, always a giver.

It took both of you a long time to get to this point, being so openly vulnerable and letting yourselves be taken care of.

This morning, you wanted, no needed, to take care of him.

You loved how his abdominal muscles twitched under your lips, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots were, though he would never admit having such things.

You kissed down to the waistband of his sleep pants, now straddling his legs.

You gazed up at him, his eyes now open and watching you intently.

A bulge was forming under his pants, proof that he was enjoying your early morning ministrations.

You hooked a finger under the waistline, a tiny nod from him permitting you to keep going.

You pulled down his sleep pants, revealing his half-hard cock.

You kissed the side of his length, loving how soft and warm the skin felt as your tongue flicked out, gently licking the side and up to the head.

Crosshair grunted, his body twitching at the sensation.

You carefully took the head of his cock in your mouth, squeezing his base gently with your hand.

Crosshair gripped the sheets as you slowly bobbed up and down, in no rush to bring him to his end so quickly.

You loved feeling him become fully hard in your mouth, tasting his salty excitement on your tongue as you swirled it around his tip.

Wetness pooled in your core, your pussy throbbing at the quiet groans he was trying to suppress.

With a final long suck and gentle squeeze, you release his cock from your mouth.

Crosshair knew what you wanted, kicking off his sleep pants entirely as you flung your panties behind you.

You fully straddled him, rubbing your wet folds on his soaking cock.

Crosshair gripped your hips, grinding out your name.

“Need you,” you gasped, pressing his tip to your entrance.

Crosshair didn’t say it out loud, but the look in his eyes was telling you the same thing.

He needed you more than you’d ever know.

Crosshair cursed as you sunk on him, taking him fully.

You took a second to get used to the stretch, before slowly rocking your hips down on his.

Crosshair watched as your breasts and body jiggled with every move, your hands pressed to his chest for leverage.

You leaned down, Crosshair meeting you halfway to take your lips on his.

The kiss was fervent, deep, and passionate as your tongues danced, Crosshair matching your thrusts up against you.

You rode him like this for a while, riding him nice and slow, reeling at the sensation of lifting your hips and sliding back down, feeling every part of him filling you to the brim.

You captured one another’s moans, your hips moving beginning to move faster as you ground your clit down on his pelvis.

You moved your hands from his chest to grasp his hands near his head, his fingers weaved with yours.

Crosshair changed the angle of his hips, and based on the way you cried out his name against his mouth, he knew you were on the edge.

He was getting close too, not able to hold on much longer.

“Crosshair I—“

“Me too.”

A few more rolls of your hips and you fell over the precipice, your body shaking and Crosshair’s arms enveloped you, holding you as you quivered and rode out your blinding pleasure.

Pleasure only he could give you, and no one else.

The sensation and sounds of you climaxing rushed him to his end, squeezing you tighter as he came, your name mixed in with choked groans as he pumped you full of his hot release.

You collapsed on top of him, burying your face into his neck.

You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, a smirk in his voice.

You lifted your head, smiling down at him.

“Oh, is it? Tell me, why is it such a good morning?” You teased.

Crosshair chuckled as you rolled off him, tucking yourself into his side.

“Because I have you,” Crosshair mumbled with such sudden sincerity, that you felt your heart do leaps in your chest.

His hand found yours, his lips ghosting your forehead as you lay together.

“I love you, too, Crosshair.”

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[angelltheninth]

The Bad Batch + Soft Sex

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established sex, kissing, body worship, soft sex, handcuffs, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering

A/N: Soft TBB men loving you is all you need sometimes.

Hunter makes sure to worship every inch of your body when you're together, leaving no spot unkissed or untouched. Pays a lot of attention to your neck, its about the marking for him, about the shallow breaths you take when his hands and mouth are on your neck and the way he can see you getting wetter the more closer he gets to your pussy.

"I shouldn't need to tell you this sweetheart but you're makin a real mess down there. I haven't even touched you and you've already shown zero self control. You needed me that badly did you? I can see that, my sweetheart needs my cock doesn't she? I've got you, I'm here."

As rough around the edges as Crosshair can be he can also be very gentle and affectionate when he wants to be. Mind you these moments are rare but there will be times where almost the entire session with be one long foreplay where he overstimulates your body by soft touches to the point where you come just from him putting his cock inside you.

"And people say I can't be patient. I told you to wait didn't I? Now you're done and I haven't even started yet. What will I do? The obvious, fuck you until I'm soft again. You got your release, which I spent hours building for you, you can handle this for me."

Wrecker has the time of his life as he caresses, squeezed and pinches your nipples and your breasts. Almost anything is small compared to his hands but to him you're always gonna be the perfect size no matter what. He can't help but lean down and take one nipple into his mouth, feeling it pebble, the other being rolled under his fingers while he eases his fat cock into you and starts a slow, rocking pace.

"Stretching so good around me sugar. Honestly part of me never wants you to be used to my size cause the tightness is perfect for milking my balls dry. These are prefect too, perfect size for me to suck on when I'm like this. Let me at 'em."

Tech honestly loves kissing down your body slowly to get to your thighs and your pretty clit. He's squeezing your thighs softly, massaging them as he introduces the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it slowly. His hands keep moving while his mouth stay mostly on target, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

"You need my fingers too, I can see the way you're pulsing around nothing. My poor girl, you've been feeling neglected haven't you, with me spending all this time away from you. No need to worry, we have time now, let me make up for all of it."

No one ever said that using handcuffs can't be soft. Echo can make anything sweet and nice for you if you just let him. Not only do you let him but you use your legs to pull him closer, you raise your head to see his fingers pull out of you, soaked as he wipes them off on his cock before he smiles at you and slowly sinks every inch of himself inside your throbbing hole.

"I know darling, you've been so good for me, barely a plea from you. I always make sure that you feel good don't I? This is no different, just a few extra steps to make things more fun. You liked it, I know you did, its cute how you pout about it though."

#star wars x reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #tech x reader #echo x reader #star wars imagine #star wars headcanons #the bad batch imagine #the bad batch headcanons #tbb imagine #tbb headcanons #star wars x female reader #the bad batch x female reader #tbb x female reader #star wars smut #the bad batch smut #tbb smut

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Such a Good Girl

Crosshair can’t shake this strange feeling in his chest, especially after you save his ass during a mission. Perhaps it's worth finally exploring.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: praise kink, competency kink, pet names, Cross hates having feelings but has to deal with them anyway, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), fingering, heavy eye contact, dirty talk, the armour stays on, light D/s tones, sprinkle of quirofilia, idiots falling in love, mention of inappropriate use of rifle rest, brief Soft!Cross, brief aftercare.

A/N: DBB once described Cross as ‘a coiled snake’, and it’s the most fitting description I’ve ever read.

The ache had started in your calves but was now working up your thighs. You tossed and turned in the small bunk, trying desperately to get comfortable, but nothing worked. With a quiet groan of frustration, you sat up, your flimsy standard-issue blanket tossed aside, and hauled yourself off the bed.

Bare feet on the durasteel floor, you winced as the cold shot up your legs. It took a moment for you to walk without wobbling, but you persevered, quietly moving past the other bunks. Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech had conked out when you entered hyperspace, with Crosshair taking the first watch.

The last mission had been rough – the intel you’d received from Command had been flawed, vastly underestimating the number of droids you’d have to face. Then a damn electrical storm had rolled in, thrown out your comms, and messed with Hunter’s senses. Everything that could’ve gone wrong had, but you shouldn’t have been surprised given everything that had happened over the last year.

A whole year. It had gone past in the blink of an eye. You could still remember the day you’d been introduced to Clone Force 99 and assigned as their civilian handler. It was your job to keep in contact with Command, feed the boys their missions, and ensure they had everything they needed to complete their work and return safely.

While most handlers chose to remain on Kamino, away from the blaster fire and chaos, you’d elected to go with the Batch, to live on the Marauder with them and share their barracks on the rare occasion you could return to base. After all, you couldn’t keep them safe if you weren’t with them.

They’d been distant with you at first – still polite, of course, but hadn’t opened up or engaged in conversation about anything other than the current mission.

Wrecker had cracked after a month, inviting you to watch a holofilm with him in the gunner’s nest. Tech had been next, optimising your datapad when you’d been in the fresher. Hunter followed afterwards, teaching you how to play dejarik. And then Crosshair had been last, sitting silently beside you to field strip and reassemble his rifle before he’d pushed it in your direction for you to repeat his actions.

They were your family now, The four chaotic brothers.

But they’d come close to becoming three today.

Your slow, steadier steps continue through the ship until you reach the closed cockpit doors. It was a courtesy for whoever was on watch to close the doors and dampen any noise for those resting. Pressing your palm against the panel nearby, the door gave a quiet whoosh as it opened, sealing shut behind you as you stepped in.

The cockpit was quiet; a lone figure sat in the co-pilot chair. “You’re meant to be sleeping.” The serpentine slink of Crosshair’s voice filled the space as he turned the chair around to see who was up, momentary surprise flickering in his eyes as he caught sight of you before he tampered it back down.

“Would if I could, Cross.” You answered dryly, sitting in the seat behind him. The nickname slipped out easily these days, though you could remember the scowl the sniper had thrown your way the first time you’d used it. Ultimately, he’d warmed to it and secretly enjoyed every time you used it.

“Hell’s wrong with you?” He asked as you shifted in the seat, the well-worn leather giving a little as you tried to get comfortable. He pushed his toothpick to the other side of his mouth with his tongue, sharp eyes raking over your body as he took quick stock of your condition.

Your lips fell into a flat line as you stared incredulously at the man opposite you. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe my whole body is protesting because I had to race up the side of a damn mountain this afternoon to save my snarky sniper from a platoon of droids.” You huffed, the tension palpable in your voice.

As usual, Crosshair had found the best vantage point during the mission, but the unexpectedly large number of droids had caught you all off guard. You’d been mid-way through fighting a platoon back when you’d spotted another cresting over the mountain. Crosshair had been focused on picking off the droids coming after you and his brothers, and without comms to alert him, you’d been left with two options – furiously field sign the warning and pray he caught it through his scope or haul ass up the mountain and deal with the problem yourself.

You’d chosen the latter.

Your blaster bolt had cut through the first droid just as they’d rounded the corner and spotted Crosshair in a prone position, his rifle aimed down the mountain. And though every muscle in your body had burned and protested, you’d valiantly held them back long enough for him to turn and help fight them off.

The corner of Crosshair’s lip twitched, a tinge of amusement in his hawkish gaze. “Your snarky sniper?” He quips, trying to ignore the warmth in his body at your words.

“Of course, that’s what you take out of that. Not the fact that my legs feel like they’re on fire.” You roll your eyes, arms folding across your chest as you meet his gaze. You weren’t really mad, and you both knew it.

For a moment, you silently stare at each other until Crosshair breaks the contact and reaches down, drawing your legs up onto his lap. A noise of surprise slips past your lips as you slide down a bit in the chair, but you adjust your position. His thumbs press against your ankles, sliding slowly up your calf as he works out the ache in your muscles, one leg at a time. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he pushes and rubs, the pain starting to fade with every pass of his fingers.

The cockpit falls silent again, the streaks of hyperspace throwing soft light through the space, illuminating Crosshair from behind like a halo. The idea has you suppressing a smile, knowing he’d baulk at such a comparison.

He can feel the weight of your gaze on him, but he studiously ignores it, focussing instead on trying to ease your pain. He’d been so intent on ensuring the safety of his brothers, picking off the droids attacking them, that he’d missed your scramble up the mountain. It had only been the sound of your blaster fire nearby that had snapped his attention to you and the oncoming droids. As much as he hated to admit it, he’d have likely been overwhelmed without your quick actions. He was better than any Reg, without a doubt, but without backup, an entire platoon of droids was too much even for him.

The surprise he’d felt at seeing you up on the mountain with him had been short-lived, replaced with a strange sense of attraction as he watched you protect him before instinct kicked in, and he’d joined you in the fight. That feeling had returned just now when you’d called him yours and prompted him to reach for you to ease your aches. It was confusing and infuriating. Sure, over the last year, he’d fleetingly thought of you in a less than professional way, but he’d never had the urge to act on it until today.

Your body sinks into the chair, relaxing as the tension is worked out of your legs. It feels too damn good, and a moan slips from your lips before you can stop it, your eyes widening as you inhale sharply, going stock still. Crosshair’s hands pause, toothpick slowly sliding to the other side of his mouth as he finally lifts his gaze, those sharp brown eyes dancing with something dangerous. “What an unexpectedly pretty sound, kitten.”

A strangled noise escapes you, wide eyes locked onto the sniper. The nickname is nothing new, usually thrown at you with a playful barb or some snark, but this time it’s different. This time, he purrs it.

“S-Sorry.” You stammer, clearing your throat as you try desperately to ignore the sudden heat in your belly. “It slipped out. Felt good.” You gesture vaguely towards your legs before pulling them out of Crosshair’s lap. But those slender fingers of his wrap around your ankles, keeping them in place, his eyes refusing to leave yours.

Crosshair knows he’s playing a dangerous game right now, knows he’s teetering on the edge of something that could go favourably for you both or go wildly wrong. But your moan…fuck. He’s grateful his codpiece hides his half-hard cock as one of his hands trails up your calves, skimming across your knees and thighs. He stops himself from sliding his hand under the hem of the oversized sleep shirt you’re wearing, a strange pang of something clawing at his chest as he realises it’s one of Wrecker’s old shirts.

Your own chest is rising and falling rapidly with tiny breaths. Crosshair’s eyes take in the flutter of your pulse in your neck, the way you’re watching him so intently. The pads of his fingers smooth across your thigh as he weighs up the situation. He could play this off, joke about riling you up and never mention it again. Or, he could figure out this strange feeling and why he’s picturing you naked, writhing beneath him with nothing but pleasure painted on your gorgeous face.

He, too, chooses the latter.

“You did good today.” He states lowly, fingers skirting ever so slightly under the hem of your shirt, eyes focused on your face. That feeling in his chest expands as he watches your pupils dilate as you inhale shakily.

Warmth sits in your belly, the compliment curling around you like a blanket on a cold day. “Just doing my job.” You decide to play it off, even though the words and the way he’s touching you make your heart pound a little wildly. You’d never been good at accepting praise and certainly weren’t expecting it from Crosshair.

“Maybe. But I’d like to thank you properly.” He tilts his head ever so slightly, the usual bite to his words gone as his eyes flit down to watch his fingers shift, dragging down the inside of your knee.

Brows furrowing for a second, you swallow, wondering if you’re reading the room correctly. “Are you…propositioning me?” You ask quietly, a shiver sliding down your spine as Crosshair’s fingers still.

His eyes lift, locking onto you. And the silence stretches.

You can’t deny he’s a good-looking man, nor can you deny how your heart somersaults when you see the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips after you say something amusing or when he reaches around you for something and crowds into your space. Now, watching him, you swear you can see a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

“Forget it.” Crosshair insists, going to move your legs from his lap. He feels stupid for even suggesting it – you could have any man in the galaxy; why would you want him?

You grasp his wrist, having moved on instinct. Focusing on him, your expression softens as he avoids your gaze, shifting that damn toothpick across his mouth again. You reach for it with your free hand, prying it gently from his mouth. The motion makes him finally look at you, and you can see the walls he’s trying to put back up. That can’t happen. “I don’t want to forget it.” You confess, your eyes momentarily betraying you as you glance at his lips.

His mouth is on you before you know it, firm, demanding lips pressed against yours. The toothpick falls to the floor. Hands grasp at your thighs, hauling you into his lap. You go willingly, tongue sliding against his lips, seeking entrance to deepen the kiss. One of your hands slides to the nape of his neck, and the other grasps at his bicep.

Crosshair’s mind is spinning, though he forces himself to appear composed. Your gentle weight in his lap is delicious, the way your ass presses against him, your hands clutching him. That feeling in his chest grows, and he silently luxuriates in it, lips parting as he feels your tongue pressing forward. He tastes you, a groan erupting from low in his throat. There’s something else he wants to taste more.

Supporting your body, he eases you back until you’re sprawled once more in the opposite seat. His lips refuse to leave yours, steady hands positioning you at the edge of the chair before he pulls back. Watching as your eyes flutter open, his cock strains against his codpiece. You’re breathing rapidly, lips shiny, desire burning in your pretty eyes. He did that to you. He can’t fight back his pride.

Dropping to his knees, Crosshair barely feels the cold floor beneath him, his armour buffering the impact and the temperature. Hands slide back up your thighs, fingers hooking on your panties. They slide down your legs quickly, and a smirk tilts his lips as he pulls them off you, eyes locked on yours as he tucks the scrap of fabric safely in one of the pouches on his belt.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he leans in, breaking the eye contact to take in the beautiful sight of your pussy spread before him like a buffet.

It’ll be the best meal he’s ever had.

The edges of Crosshair’s armour bite into your thighs, but the sting of pain evaporates the moment he drags his tongue through your slick folds. Head thunking back against the seat, your hips buck as you gasp. 

“Maker, your pussy tastes good.” You hear the slink of his voice, a needy whine leaving you as you glance down to watch him feast. The almost permanent frown lines on his face are gone, a borderline serene look on his features as his tongue presses against your entrance, pulling a stuttered exhale from you.

His eyes snap open at the sound, watching up the length of your body as you writhe when he flicks his tongue across your clit, sucking the sensitive bud. The taste of you on his tongue is addictive, and though he’d deny it if he’s ever asked, he could quite happily live between your thighs. Right hand sliding up under your sleep shirt, he drags his fingers across the gentle swell of your breasts. You’d always been softness and smiles where he was hard edges and scowls. His other hand joins the party, two fingers pressing against your entrance, sinking in slowly as his tongue laves over your clit.

He silently preens as your hips buck, back arching while you moan. But then you’re tapping his hand under your shirt, head tilting down so you can catch his gaze. “Swap hands. Please.” You insist, a desperate look in your eyes.

Crosshair isn’t sure why it matters, but he does as you ask, sliding his right hand down your body as he removes his left from your pussy. Swapping them over, he presses his pointer and middle finger into you, prying his mouth from your clit so his thumb can run firm circles across it.

“You gonna tell me why, doll?” He questions, tongue darting out to lick his lips and enjoy your taste as he watches you cant your hips, chasing the pleasure his fingers are bringing you.

Heat rushes across your cheeks, and you avert your eyes, a mix of pleasure and shame flowing through you. “It’s…” You start, cutting yourself off with another moan as Crosshair twists his fingers, firmly pressing their pads to your g-spot.

Crosshair smirks, delight blooming inside him at your reaction. He stills his actions. “You can have more of that if you tell me…” He bargains, enjoying your groan.

Swallowing thickly, you bite the proverbial bullet. “Trigger finger.” You admit, eyes screwing shut.

The delight blooming in Crosshair’s chest now flits across his face. That wasn’t the answer he’d expected, but it went straight to his cock. “You like that thought, of my trigger finger buried in your pretty pussy, coaxing you to cum?” He teases, repeatedly pressing against your g-spot, rewarding you for your honesty. “Knowing this same finger will keep you safe on the next mission…”

Nodding eagerly, you rock your hips, chasing the building pleasure. “Yes. Always feel safe with you. Please, I wanna cum.” Desperation coats your voice.

Your admission makes him feel good – knowing how much you rely on him. Watching the slide of his fingers in and out of you, the way you writhe with every press against your g-spot and circle of your clit, he makes a slight noise of approval. “You really did do well today.” He comments lowly, enjoying the little whine you let out at the praise. “And brave girls get rewarded.” He tacks on, enjoying your chest’s rapid rise and fall as you pant, your hips still rocking, grinding against his hand. “You can cum.”

You’d never wanted a man’s permission to climax before, but something about Crosshair makes you want to please him. His fingers crook a little more, a little more pressure added to your clit, and you finally cry out his name. The pleasure slams into you, making you gasp as it floods your body, the tension snapping as your hips and thighs shake through your release. Your mind feels foggy, but you’re distantly aware of his fingers still buried inside you, drawing you through your orgasm.

Watching you fall apart might just be Crosshair’s new favourite thing. Your body is beautiful, the noises you make are absolutely sinful, and the thing clawing at his chest earlier is soothed, knowing he was the one bringing you such pleasure.

As you come down from the high, trying desperately to catch your breath, you feel yourself lifted, manhandled onto Crosshair’s lap as he retakes his place in the co-pilot’s chair. “There you go. So good for me.” The low rasp of his voice brushes against your ear. You feel something press against your lips, and your eyes open to see your sniper pressing two fingers to your mouth — the two fingers that had been buried inside you.

“Taste yourself. Get them nice and clean.” He instructs eyes darkening as he watches you suck them into your mouth, feels your tongue swirling around them, cheeks hollowing. And you hold his gaze will you do it, sending his heart racing and making his cock throb.

You make a show of cleaning him off, moaning around his steady fingers, the taste of your release hitting your tongue. Slowly sliding your lips up, a small ‘pop’ fills the cockpit as you pull off them. The effect you’re having on Crosshair is achingly obvious – his hawkish eyes are filled with a swirl of emotions, his hips shifting underneath you.

“On your knees, kitten.” He commands, easing you down gently off his lap, hands guiding you to the floor. You shudder as the durasteel meets your warm skin, Crosshair’s legs parting until you rest between them. Eyes tracking up his body, you slide your hands across his armour, fingers finding the small gap between the plates on his thighs. The brief contact makes him grunt, and you smirk as you reach his codpiece, undoing the latches and prying it off.

You knew the boys chucked their armour around, the katarn-class kit could withstand more than regular plastoid, but you placed his codpiece down on the floor with reverence. After all, it was part of what kept him safe.

Crosshair watches you intently, swallowing thickly as you place his armour down on the ground. An odd sensation of nervousness crashes into him as your eyes return to his body, homing in on his hard cock, which strains again his blacks. He tampers the feeling down – you’re not the first woman to get her hands on him, but he silently acknowledges that you’re the most important.

The cockpit is quiet again as you lean forward, focused on his outline. Your lips ghost across the taut fabric, the contact dragging a sharp grunt from Crosshair. His right hand finds its way into your hair, holding you steadily as you pull the waistband of his blacks down, revealing him.

Tongue darting across your lips, you tuck his blacks under his balls, pushing them up just so. Dicks weren’t inherently lovely to look at – or at least the ones you’d seen up until now weren’t. However, Crosshair was in an entirely different league.

Just the right thickness and a little longer than average, he curved gently to the right. Heavy balls sat just below, and you had to suppress a smile at the thatch of neat, silvery hair at the base of him. The colour wasn’t a fashion choice after all.

Wrapping your fingers around his base, you look up as you press soft kisses along his underside, dragging your tongue across velvety skin. His groan echoes around the room, fingers tightening in your hair. “Keep looking at me like that, doll. Let me see those pretty eyes.” He instructs, voice low and coiled, igniting heat in your belly.

Your lips wrap around the tip, tongue sliding into his slit to lap up the small bead of pre-cum. His hips buck and you bring your free hand up to rest against his abs to help stabilise yourself and apply gentle pressure to keep him seated. Your eyes stay locked on his, holding steadfast even as you bob your head, moaning unabashedly at his weight on your tongue.

Pulling off him completely, you dragged the head of his cock across your lips, shiny with your spit, watching him track the movement. Laving your tongue across him, you take him back into your mouth, sliding down a couple of centimetres, cheeks hollowing.

Crosshair knows he’s fucked. That strange feeling in his chest…yeah, he knows what it is now.

He can’t pretend this is some random hookup, that he’s just thanking you for saving him earlier. He can’t pretend it wouldn’t bother him for other men to hit on you during shore leave or for you to go home with them. You’re his. And while he might not be able to say it yet, he’ll damn well show it.

His free hand moves to your chin, gently tilting your head so he can slide in further, gasping as he feels the head of his cock bump against the back of your throat. “So perfect at sucking my cock. There’s my good girl.” He croons, watching how your eyes light up, how you bob your head that little bit faster, making him hiss with pleasure.

Spurred on, you take a deep breath and press forward, sliding more of him into your mouth until you can feel him in your throat. You exhale through your nose, hearing his choked moan before you pull back, desperately in need of air. You cough, drawing in a ragged breath, a string of saliva still connecting you to his flushed cock.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Crosshair grits out, feeling his balls tighten with every glide of your lips across his shaft. Your mouth was heaven – warm and wet – and it only excited him more for the day he could bury himself inside your pussy.

Alas, the Marauder wasn’t the most comfortable place for that. And with what he had in mind, you’d need a comfortable surface.

Taking him back in your mouth, you set a steady pace, feeling the twinges of ache starting in your jaw. But you push through, deep-throating him repeatedly until you can feel his thighs tremble and see how tight his balls are. Your focus shifts to the tip, lips wrapped perfectly around it as you suck and lick, tongue flicking against his frenulum on the upstroke.

He was moving more, unable to stay still as he hurtled towards the edge. Your eyes darted to his rifle rest, the winged extension shifting as he grasped the arm of the chair, knuckles white. It didn’t escape his notice, and a foul thought crossed his mind. “Think you could take it, kitten? Fuck, you’d look so pretty with it buried inside you.” He voiced, hips thrusting upwards as he chased his orgasm. He’d never be able to look at the piece of armour the same way again if it had been inside your gorgeous body.

You moaned around his cock at the idea, and that was all it took. Fingers tangled in your hair tapped at your scalp in warning seconds before Crosshair let out a stuttered groan, hips pressing forward as he came. The tang of him filled your mouth, and you greedily swallowed down everything he gave you, tongue gliding softly around the head of him as he collapsed back against the co-pilot seat. Gently, you cleaned him up, licking the last remnants of his release away, knowing he was extra sensitive.

He guides you off the floor, dragging you back onto his lap, his softening cock pressing against your damp folds. One of his thumbs tugs at your lower lip as you finish licking them clean, and his gorgeous brown eyes are focused on you as you both catch your breath. For a moment, you see a hint of vulnerability pass through him, and he leans in to give you an unexpectedly soft kiss. “Maybe I should save that fine ass of yours some more.” You murmur, voice a little hoarse.

Crosshair’s fingers move to your jaw, and he gently massages it, having spotted the subtle twitch of the aching muscles. The corners of his lips quirked up ever so slightly in a small smile. “I’ll be sure to thank you every time.”

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #crosshair bad batch #tbb crosshair x you #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #star wars #star wars the bad batch #star wars clone wars #ct 9904 #bad batch crosshair #crosshair the bad batch #soft smut #idiots falling in love

[clu-ven]

Better than Meditation

soooo I haven't posted in a very long time but I'm trying to get back into writing!!! (so pls bear with me xoxoxoxoxo)

Summary: you come up with an alternative (smutty) way for Crosshair to gain some control over his hand - based off S3 E08

Tags: SMUT, vaginal fingering, semi public fingering?? (technically it’s done in an isolated but public place), lil bit of plot + smut, smut, smut

Word Count: 2.8k

“He’s still down there, y’know” Omega’s voice brings you out of your thoughts as she slumps down beside you.

You keep your eyes closed, letting the rays of the afternoon sun wash over you. Pabu’s climate is one you could most definitely get used to. It’s inviting and comforting atmosphere makes you feel at ease, a sensation that has become rare since the rise of the Empire.

“Well, you know how stubborn he is,” you reply casually. 

While Hunter and Wrecker are gone to meet some bounty hunter they know, Crosshair has spent most of his time on a secluded part of the beach, focused on correcting his aim.  Everyone has tried to talk to him about it but unfortunately, that only made things worse.

Now Crosshair is more defensive than ever, determined to prove that he is perfectly capable of correcting his shaky hand by himself. 

“Yeah but AZI said it might be some kind of mental block,” Omega sighs, subtly copying you as she closes her eyes too “if he doesn’t open up and let us help him, then how is he supposed to get better?”.

Her concern for Crosshair makes you smile, impressed by how she’s able to delicately balance trying to help her brother without being too overbearing.

The question lingers for a few moments before you open your eyes and glance down at her “And he’s already shot down your meditation idea?”.

Omega briefly mentioned the idea to you that morning and although you were sceptical, you encouraged her determination to help anyway. 

“Of course he did,” she lets out a heavy sigh “saying he didn’t like it is an understatement”. 

A comfortable silence grows between you both as you consider the situation. But before you can speak, Omega quickly becomes restless and blurts out “Can’t you try speaking with him? He’ll listen to you, I just know it!”. 

It’s no secret that you and Crosshair were once close and you can only presume Omega has heard about this from the likes of Wrecker, who wouldn’t give a second thought about mentioning it.

"I can try but..." you trail off, hesitating to make a decision. Doubt clouds your judgement, stopping you from promising anything. After all, you know how stubborn and closed-minded Crosshair can be at times, especially when it comes to being vulnerable.

Omega's face lights up at your hesitant help. "Great! Sometimes trying is all it takes". She seems upbeat and enthusiastic as she stands “I was gonna go introduce Batcher to Mox, Stak and Deek anyways so it’s good to know Crosshair won’t be alone”.

Giving the girl a tight-lipped smile in response, Omega whistles for Batcher. With one last goodbye, she hurries off happily.

You wait until she’s gone before you sigh and slump down again. Although Crosshair has been back for a while now, the two of you have yet to have a proper reunion, leaving you both unsure of how to approach the situation. 

Knowing you can’t put this off for forever, you begrudgingly get up and start the long descent down to the secluded beach. 

The subtle change in weather appears to align with your mood, as the sun dips behind the clouds and a warm breeze begins to pick up. It causes the light fabric of your skirt to dance in the wind as if it has a mind of its own. But it’s only a momentary distraction as your thoughts swiftly return to Crosshair, focusing fully on him and the impending catch-up. 

You and Crosshair were always close during the Clone Wars, constantly laughing at each other’s snide remarks, bickering simply for the sake of it and always trying to get a rise out of the other. Even back then, you knew where the constant teasing would eventually lead to… but then it didn’t. 

Instead, the war came to an end and before you even got the opportunity to speak with Crosshair, the rest of the Batch had turned up at your door and told you that he had already picked his side.

Since then, you have been travelling with the batch. It took a long time to accept that whatever was between you and Crosshair was gone, whether that be a friendship or something more. That died the day the Republic did. 

But in a strange twist of faith, Crosshair is back and so are your lingering feelings. Although, if it was difficult to confront this emotion before everything happened, it’s become utterly impossible now. Neither of you have mentioned it and yet you still catch his longing gaze whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention.

When you reach the beach, it’s exactly how you pictured; Crosshair is alone, his sniper positioned steadily on a rock as he tries to shoot the far off target. A blaster bolt sprints across the water as he fires, missing his target by a few inches. You hear him mutter something under his breath as he tries again.

Flicking his chewed up toothpick to the ground, Crosshair notices you. “Yes?” He asks impatiently, lining up another shot.

“You’ve been out here all day,” you state the obvious “Omega’s worried about you”.

Crosshair doesn’t reply immediately, first firing (and missing) again before he turns around just to make sure you see his eye roll. “Oh, is she?” His tone is underlined with sarcasm. 

A huff falls from your lips and suddenly you know all too well why Omega was so irked after trying to help the man in front of you. Despite the scowl on your face, you refuse to fall into the usual bickering you once had with him. 

“You know she is,” you sigh “maybe you should take a break, come have some lunch and forget about target practice for a while”.

He watches you for a moment, studying you the same way you’ve seen from the corner of your eye “And when did you become mother hen?”.

Scoffing, you walk closer, hugging yourself with your arms “Don’t act like that, you know you’re overworking yourself… Crosshair, please, you need to take care of yourself”. 

The concern in your voice takes him by surprise but Crosshair quickly recovers as he mutters “Oh, so you’re worried about me now?”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You bat back at him.

“You’ve hardly looked at me, nevermind speak to me since I’ve gotten back” he practically spits the words out. 

You no longer hold back your glare “Like you’ve made any effort to talk to me!”.

“How can I when you don’t even look at me?” Crosshair challenges, his gaze unyielding as your annoyance fades as quick as it came. 

Coming up to the rock he’s based at, you slide down against it to shield yourself from the wind. Crosshair follows suit and kneels beside you, waiting cautiously for your response. 

Your tone holds a sense of sincerity as you speak, your words now free of any reservations. "I do look at you… of course I do," you confess with genuine intent, all annoyance and restraint vanishing within you. 

“Then you must see me staring,” he almost whispers the words, watching you carefully “I thought you would have gotten the hint by now that I’m still interested”.

A soft smile graces your lips and as if taming a wild animal, you slowly reach out for his hand. Crosshair makes no attempt to stop you and you gently slip your hand into his before you tug him closer. 

Settling his hand on to your lap, you begin to trace your finger up and down his palm until finally resting your hand delicately on his wrist. “Let me help,” you offer “seriously, Crosshair”.

“And how would you help?” Though the question almost seems backhanded, you know that’s just Crosshair being Crosshair.

The mischievous glint in your eye paired with the suggestive smirk plastered across your face doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“How do you think?” you question. 

He holds your gaze as if to challenge you to make the first move but you hold strong. This is your moment and you both know it.

A secluded beach? A chance for you both to finally reunite in a way you could only imagine? Both of your minds go to the same place.

You give his wrist a small yet reassuring squeeze and before you can make another comment, his lips are on yours. 

With an intensity fuelled by pure need, he slams his lips against yours in a heated display of passion. This isn’t just a build up of years worth of longing for Crosshair. No, it’s much more than that. It’s an act of rebellion against the time he lost with you because of the Empire, both in spite of his own misplaced loyalty to them as well as his time on Tantiss. 

The fiery kiss goes on for what feels like an eternity and yet the time seems far too brief when it finally comes to an end. The passion flaring between the two of you is intoxicating, causing you to crave more.

His fingers twitch on your lap, eager to do more for you. As if on cue, you both look down at his hand, your soft grasp still around his wrist.

“You have to be calm, be able to stay consistent with your shots if you want to hit the target, right?” you ask, trying not to smirk when you see his sudden confusion. 

In a moment like this, you seriously decide to give him some advice on shooting? Crosshair nods, silently waiting to see where this is going.

“Maybe you’re approaching this from the wrong perspective,” you suggest, noticing how his attention shifts to your lips “you’re focusing on your sniper abilities, looking to re-learn your techniques… but you need to re-learn how to use your fingers in order to effectively use your sniper”.

“And how do you propose I do that?” his voice is low, causing the skin on your arms to prickle with goosebumps. You can feel the effect of his voice in your panties.

With your free hand, you begin to bunch up your skirt, first revealing your thighs and then a glimpse of your underwear. Crosshair can’t help it as a groan escapes from his throat.

You guide his hand closer to your clothed core before Crosshair takes initiative and brushes his fingers teasingly against you. 

He can feel the warmth beneath your underwear, feeling more assured in his movements when he hears you take in a sharp breath. But even with the small boost in confidence, Crosshair can’t help it as a small tremor courses through his hand. 

“Take your time,” your voice is soft but firm in your reassurance “and if this is too much then we can stop”. Fearful that you’ve pushed him too far, you slowly begin to close your legs as you nervously fiddle with your skirt “I didn’t mean to push you so-”.

You stop your apologetic remark when his firm grip stops your legs from meeting. A brief look of disbelief flicks across your face as he spreads your legs to his liking.

“No,” there is no hesitancy in Crosshair’s voice as he takes control of the situation “you started this, don’t go shy on me now”. This time it’s your turn to nod silently.

His fingers glide down to caress you again, this time feeling the dampness from beneath your underwear. Each reaction you give, whether a sharp intake of breath or a slight quiver up your spine, only serves to fuel Crosshair’s determination. He savors these small responses, revelling in how you leave each reaction so bare for him to see.

Crosshair smirks “If this is how you react to such simple touches, do you think you could handle me touching you without anything between us?”. 

“You’d be surprised with how much I can handle” you taunt.

Oh how he has missed how you challenge him. Your snarky response is rewarded with a kiss but before you can melt into it, Crosshair brings both of his hands to your hips and swiftly pulls your panties down. 

The eager sight that greets him brings a smile to his face. Crosshair can feel his excitement growing but before he can get ahead of himself, he’s committed to take care of you first. 

Crosshair teasingly brings just one finger down to your core. A slight tremor causes his finger to waver but after a second, it stops as desire overtakes him. His finger teases you, feeling just how much you want him. Before he can make another teasing comment, you pull him in for another kiss, unable to help yourself.

Crosshair is quick to take control of the kiss, simultaneously pushing his tongue into your mouth as he sinks his long finger into you. You welcome all of him, moaning into his mouth. Taking your sounds as encouragement, Crosshair adds a second digit to your core. 

He pushes in until he’s knuckle deep, successfully finding that spot within you. Crosshair takes your advice to heart. He keeps a consistent rhythm, thrusting his fingers inside of you. He listens to each involuntary squeak and moan, adjusting his speed and pressure of each pump of his fingers to whichever makes you react the most. 

There’s not a slight tremble in his entire hand, his attention solely on you. There is no room for nerves or doubt to creep in and cause his hand to shake. That seems almost impossible now, especially with you like this in front of him.

There is nothing but you and him in this moment, the rhythmic movement of his fingers serving as proof that he has full control.

He buries his fingers into you, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit and delivering powerful jolts of pleasure into your body.

“That’s it,” he coos at your moans “you’re nearly there, aren’t you?”.

A flutter fills your chest as your breathing becomes more rapid. "Y-yes,” you manage with a strained voice, your mind becoming overwhelmed with arousal “keep doing that”. 

You squeeze around his fingers, feeling the tight coil in your lower stomach getting closer and closer to finally snapping.

Your body responds to his touch in the most natural of ways, your back arching and head bowing in a display of utter pleasure. Your hand instinctively searches for contact, grabbing hold of his knee as the overwhelming sensation begins to consume you.

Your legs twitch, eyes rolling back in your head and a rather loud moan escapes your lips as the satisfaction you feel begins to peak. 

Bliss floods your entire being and the mixture of your moans and whimpers blend together in a melodic harmony. Every movement of his hand guides you through the waves of ecstasy, sending shivers through your body. 

Crosshair hums approvingly as you come down from your sigh. Almost reluctantly, he takes his hand away from you and examines his sticky but steady fingers. “My hand hasn’t been able to do so much and remain so still since… well, ever since Tantiss” he comments.

Trying to give your shaky legs more time to recover, you fix your panties before you reposition your skirt. Stealing a glance at Crosshair, you’re glad to see you’re not the only one with flushed cheeks. You smile almost bashfully as you lean on the rock to stand. 

Crosshair is there to help, gently holding your upper arm as you steady yourself. Despite the sass you gave him earlier and the bliss he just brought you now, you find it hard to maintain eye contact. 

Clearing your throat, you try to regain some of that boldness from before “Well then… good luck with your target practice, I’ll go see if the others have made contact yet”.

“What?!” the sound is almost foreign to you; the sound of an utterly bamboozled Crosshair. 

Pushing yourself off the rock, you feel his grasp slip away from your arm. You continue to walk as you turn around to savor his shocked expression.

“What about me?” he asks, trying to be inconspicuous as he gestures to the tent in his pants “I thought this was about helping me?”.

“Yeah, I know,” you reply with a smirk “you’ll get your reward when you hit the target”. With a wink, you turn your back to him and begin the ascent back. 

Crosshair’s jaw hangs open as he watches you go, and he can’t help but laugh at your audacity.

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