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stardust-kenobi · 1 year

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Wildest Fantasies

Rex x F!Reader x Hunter

Summary: A game of truth or dare reveals your deepest desires that Hunter and Rex are happy to indulge in.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, mfm threesome (no clonecest!!), rex and hunter being gentlemen, ALOT of dirty talk, piv, oral, fingering, LOTS of praise, squirting, just absolutely wonderful filth <3

A/N: being praised and filled by both of them at the same time would absolutely kill me...this fic is self-indulgent...please enjoy

not my gifs, sorry I cannot find the original creators :(

Your job was boring, but it was steady work. It kept you busy on a very isolated planet, but as the months went by, the duties became mundane and the hours grew longer. Regardless, working for the Kaminoans as a management assistant did, in fact, have its perks. The best one? Spending time with your favorite guys, the Bad Batch and Rex. They had come to be your closest friends, who made your endless days at work tolerable.

You’d befriended a lot of clones on a casual level, many from the 501st. Often you’d catch a hint of flirting from them in daily conversation or lingering glances at your body as you’d pass them in the halls. It makes sense, you thought, of course, they’re all likely to have similar tastes in women. Your bosses didn't particularly like that you were so friendly with them, but never directly ordered you not to socialize with them, so you took advantage of the interactions in order to keep yourself sane on a daily basis.

Regardless, you found yourself around Hunter and Rex most frequently. Whether it be because your specific duties put you with them or just because they went out of your way to be near you, you happily welcomed it.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of the boys being gone on countless missions and assignments, they’d returned to Kamino. You joined them for a relaxing evening in their shared common room for your usual game night. Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech had gone to bed in their separate rooms for the night, leaving you alone to play a very interesting game with Rex and Hunter. You had to admit that you were happy the night ended with just the three of you. The soft spot you had for them begged for their individual attention.

The game was truth or dare, which is usually a very dangerous game. But tonight, it proved to be mild and mostly innocent. The questions and dares were pre-written on cards. The rules said you had to randomly select a card to ask or dare the other players. You were happy to do anything if it meant hanging out with them.

Rex’s fingers landed on a card that presented the next question in your game. It was your turn, which is why Rex’s face subtly lit up when he read the question.

“What’s your wildest fantasy?”

Maker.

Why did THAT have to be the question for your turn? All the other questions had been innocent or funny. Just your luck.

“Like sexually?” You were taken aback. Perhaps you misinterpreted the question.

“Obviously” Rex scoffed with a chuckle, “I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable”, he clarified, his eyes growing wide. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

“I…don’t have one” You lied, knowing damn good and well your wildest fantasies were sitting right in front of you.

“I don’t believe that” Rex laughs, fiddling the card around in his fingers. Hunter stared at you with intent. He was reading you. Thank the stars he was only perceptive, and couldn’t read minds. If he could, you’d be caught in a second.

“It’s true!” You insisted.

“She’s lying” Hunter crossed his arms with a smirk on his adorable face.

“Fine, why don’t you guys share your wildest fantasies?” You rebutted with a playful tone.

They both shared a hesitant glance.

“No, that’s not how this works sweetheart” Hunter shook his head as Rex tossed the card to you.

“Give us a hint at least” Hunter persisted.

“Fine. Men” You said. That was vague enough, right?

“Men…like more than one?” Rex smirked, raising an eyebrow to you.

Oh, stars. Maybe you did give away too much.

“No…like…y’know just men” you stumbled over your words, “I like men”

“Hm” Rex looked at you as if he was still trying to figure it out.

“She got nervous when you said that” Hunter turned to Rex, before mischievous looks appeared on their faces.

“Okay, I see. So a threesome?” Rex assumed.

“I guess” You shyly confirmed. It was true, just not the whole truth. You omitted the detail regarding who you wanted a threesome with.

“I think there’s more to it” Hunter suggested.

“What do you mean?” You cut your gaze at him, wondering where he was going with this.

“Your fantasy gets a little more specific, doesn’t it?” Hunter sat up in his chair, his voice growing rough and quiet.

“Rex, I think she wants a threesome…with us” Hunter said, his eyes now full of lust and arousal. Gods, he was right. You weren’t sure how he knew, or if it was just a lucky guess, but you weren’t able to hide the look on your face when he said it.

“Interesting” Rex leaned back, bringing his hand to rub his chin in consideration. He was secretly excited and certainly on board with the idea.

“Okay fine!” You shouted at a whisper, your cheeks glowing a rosy shade of red, “Yes, I do. Happy?”. Covering your face, you feared how they’d react.

Hunter erupted in an adorable laugh that quickly faded as they both turned their attention to you without another word spoken. As you looked up, their hungry gazes scanned you.

"Alright, Hunter, your turn" You interjected the silence, seemingly changing the subject, but neither of them pressed any further. Hunter and Rex were too considerate to keep that conversation going if they thought you didn’t want to discuss it anymore. That didn’t mean they weren’t obsessing over the thought, which made it hard to keep the bulge in their pants from growing as they imagined it. They knew the thought of fucking you wouldn’t leave their minds. Not even if they stroked themselves later pretending it was you. Nothing was going to cure this craving, but their imaginations would have to be enough.

"Dare" He stated quickly. Hunter thought maybe this dare could lead you all back to another topic to tighten the sexual tension in the room.

You enthusiastically leaned forward to pull the next card from the "dare" deck. No words could've described the convenient timing of the card you pulled.

"Do whatever the person holding the card says to do" You smirked seductively as the words left your lips, "You know what, I think I'll bend the rules here a little bit. This one applies to both of you"

"Hit us with it, sweetheart" Rex eagerly accepted.

The arousal forming within you at even the thought of what you were about to suggest greatly excited you, fueling your confidence to boldly say it.

"I dare you…to fuck me"

It was obvious that Hunter suddenly became flustered, shifting in his seat, feeling himself becoming worked up hearing you say something so dirty. Rex swallowed hard and sat up straight, also seemingly feeling the sexual frustration within him begin to ache.

“So?” You threw up your hands, impatient from the silence and eager to possibly live out your fantasy after all. Rex's precious expression of excitement couldn't be hidden by the stoic front he tried to present as he looked to Hunter. Their wordless agreeance with one another translated to you instantly.

"Is that really what you want?" Rex questioned, needing your reassurance before going any further.

“More than anything” You purred.

“Come on, then” Hunter gestured with his head to the hallway where his room was located.

Adrenaline pumped vigorously through your veins, eliminating any pesky feeling of nervousness or timid behavior. It was all happening so fast, but felt so invigorating as you imagined the heaven you were about to experience in his room alone with both of them.

They both stood to their feet first before Rex walked to you, holding out his hand for you to help yourself up.

What a gentleman, you thought.

The walk down the hallway was intimidating, knowing the other boys were fast asleep behind each of their doors. Thankfully for you all, the walls were thick, and hopefully soundproof. As you found yourself in Hunter's room, you admired how spacious it was, and wondered how he was lucky enough to have such a large bed, plenty big enough for you three to indulge yourselves.

"On the bed, princess" Hunter commanded while he and Rex worked to remove their outer layer of armor, leaving themselves only in their black under-layers as you laid back comfortably, anxiously awaiting the feeling of their wandering hands on your body.

It was as if they rehearsed it, with the way they towered over you together, Rex pulled away at your top, while Hunter worked to remove your pants. Within seconds your bare skin was exposed to the chilled air of the room, sending goosebumps across your body.

"Oh, Y/N, you are so beautiful" Rex praised sweetly as they stood back to get a better view of your bare body on display for them. They couldn't believe this was happening, and truly they felt like the luckiest men in the galaxy knowing they were about to have you moaning and melting beneath them.

"Fuck, look at her. So perfect" Hunter whispered, his jaw tightening.

"Rex, come here" You instructed, holding your hand out for him to grab, pulling him gently to the bed. He wanted you so bad he couldn't stand it, which is all the more reason for him to be a little nervous, and you could tell. As he hovered above you, your fingers found the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. The chiseled, slightly scarred body in front of you was a dream to look at, and you admired every inch of it.

Hunter, showing more confidence than Rex in this situation, had removed his shirt, too, and sat next to you on the edge of the bed while Rex found his confidence in attacking your lips, wrapping you into a passionate kiss. The electrifying feeling of his touch with the sudden caress of Hunter's fingers traveling slowly up your thigh was already so deliciously overwhelming.

Rex's lips moved down to your neck, allowing Hunter to sweep in to place his eager lips upon yours. His hand rested hesitantly in the crease of your thigh, unsure if you were ready or not. Arousal was already pooled in between your legs.

"Touch me...Maker, do whatever you want to me...both of you" You begged breathlessly, needing them to handle you in every way they ever dreamed about.

"Well, you heard her, Hunter" Rex smiled, teasing intermittently between the sweet pecks upon your neck.

With your back now pressed firmly into the mattress, they began overtaking your body as you'd asked. Rex peppered more kisses slowly down to your breasts before taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth sucking gently, earning a light whimper from your lips. Hunter held his face close to you, barely leaving any space at all between your lips and his, watching your expression as his fingers found their way to your already wet entrance.

"Kriff...Rex, she's soaked already" He teased, looking down at the desperate look on your face.

"Good girl" Rex praised how turned on you were, his hands wandering every square inch of your body.

"Very good girl" Hunter reiterated. He wanted to watch you when he finally touched you where you needed him. Fingers trailed up your slit, finally finding rhythm on the bud of your clit. Your body twitched subtly at the contact with the release of a soft moan that was music to their ears.

"We've barely gotten started with you, sweetheart, are you sure you can handle this?" Hunter playfully asked, applying more pressure to his motions.

Nodding with a smile, you pulled at Rex's pants, not able to form the words you needed right now. You had to be dreaming, you thought, this was everything you'd ever wanted.

"Oh, you want this?" Rex teased as he pulled his aching cock from the restraint of his pants. With an affirmative nod, you moaned so desperately at the sight.

"Turn over" Hunter instructed. You did as he asked, and positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Rex, also on his knees, lined the tip of his length up to your open mouth, while Hunter moved behind you, trailing his hand up the back of your thighs before sliding two fingers into your pussy.

You whimpered at the feeling at the same moment that Rex's cock filled your mouth completely. The sweet sound of his expressive pleasure filled the air with your own. Hearing Rex enjoying the sensation of your mouth sent a flash of heat through your veins. His hands rested gently on your head while you began to suck him off.

Fingers pumped in and out of you with perfect rhythm as Hunter curled his digits with every motion. The angle at that he fucked you with his fingers added even more of an overwhelming feeling as he brushed your g-spot so effortlessly. Your moans were muffled from your occupied mouth, but Hunter still heard how good he made you feel.

"Yeah, you like that, princess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "just wait until you feel my cock inside you"

You swirled your tongue around Rex's cock with the bobbing of your head. It was a struggle to focus on your motions when Hunter was working so fervently to bring you to your climax. They both deserved your full attention, and you were going to give it to them.

"She feels amazing, Sergeant, ah- fuck, so good" Rex stumbled on his words as he focused on his pleasure.

"Oh yeah? I think I'll have to feel her for myself" Hunter chuckled softly and sadistically, so eager to be inside you he could hardly stand it anymore.

"I can feel you tighten around my fingers, sweetheart, go on. Come for me"

The tightening coil in your lower belly was begging to burst open, and with just two more glides of his hand, it washed over you so suddenly. You moaned loudly, pulling off of Rex’s cock to properly breathe as your body was overtaken by euphoria.

“There you go, Y/N” Hunter encouraged you, keeping his pace as you clenched around him.

“Just like that, baby, you sound so pretty when you come” Rex praised you, running his hand through your hair while he stroked himself next to your face, allowing you to enjoy your orgasm without worrying about him for a moment.

Their approving moans graced your ear while the tingling pleasure fizzled slowly. They were completely enamored with you, watching your every single move and reaction to the effect of their touch.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?” Hunter warned you now, and even the words made you clench around the emptiness left from where he removed his fingers.

“Please, yes. I need your cock” You begged with a tiny whimper, your hips instinctively backing up against Hunter.

“Such a filthy mouth, I think you need it filled again” Hunter chuckled, grabbing a handful of your ass.

Rex nodded to him with a precious smirk, pressing the tip of his length against your swollen lips again. The sudden sensation of Hunter's cock pressed against your cunt earned an eager moan from your throat, sending vibrations over Rex as you continued to suck him off.

The fullness overwhelmed your senses as Hunter fully sunk himself into your wetness. He choked on a strangled moan, finally able to feel what he'd dreamed of for so long as he bottomed out. Rex and Hunter found sync and rhythm together as they thrust in and out of you from their opposite ends. It was more intoxicating to you than you'd ever felt in bed before. Nothing compared to being absolutely worshipped by these men who wanted nothing more than to focus on your own pleasure.

You melted at the sounds they made, so sweet and arousing, as they found satisfaction in what you provided to them. You'd hoped that what you assumed before was true about the sounds not escaping the walls around you, because if the adjoining rooms had any clue of what was happening in this room, your relentless cries would've been the dead giveaway.

You loved looking up at Rex with his cock in your mouth, but you wanted to see Hunter while he fucked you, too. As you pulled away from sucking Rex, Hunter took note of how you tried to watch behind you.

"You want to watch, sweetheart?" Hunter purred. Hearing him speaking softly in such a naughty context sent chills down your spine.

"Yes, I want to watch, please” You pleaded, moaning through your words before returning to lick all of Rex's length.

"I think its Rex's turn to feel this sweet cunt of yours, yeah?"

The motions of Rex's thrusts into your mouth faltered only at the sound of his suggestion. He wanted to feel your pussy, but was so patient to wait his turn.

"She's ready for you, Rex” Hunter groaned as he removed himself from you and Rex did the same. You were empty...so painfully empty. You wanted...no...you needed to be filled again.

They both used their strength to turn you over onto your back again. Hunter moved swiftly as he sat next to your face, propping your head on his thigh, putting your eye level with his length, and giving you the view you wanted. Rex wasted no time, sinking suddenly into your wetness. An animalistic, desperate moan escaped him.

“You gonna watch me fuck you, princess?” Rex smiled so sweetly before his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed together.

Using your moisture that still coated Hunter’s length and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip, you began to stroke him firmly. He twitched at the contact, but groaned deeply as the pleasurable sensation kicked in again.

As Rex fucked you hard, his thighs slapping firmly against yours, Hunter cupped one of your breasts into his hand, gently caressing your nipple. The other hand traveled slowly down to your aching clit that begged to be touched again.

"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us fuck you like this" Hunter praised sweetly, watching you writhe and squirm with the motions of his fingers. Once again, they both found a rhythm in what they were doing, pushing you so close to the edge. As you continued stroking Hunter, he subtly thrust his hips into your fist.

"Fuck, I-...I'm so close" You whimpered.

"Come on his cock" Hunter whispered to you, keeping consistent motions on your clit, “you’re doing so good”

An unfamiliar sensation built deep inside you with the approach of your second orgasm. The growing pleasure that centered itself in between your legs exploded, radiating out through your veins, overwhelming you so wonderfully. As you came, that unfamiliar pressure released itself, coating Rex's thighs and Hunter's hand as you cried out incoherent profanities.

"Oh, maker" Rex relished in how arousing it was watching you squirt on him. Hunter deeply moaned as he watched it, too, the look on his face showing pure pride for what they'd made you do.

You held your mouth open in shock, knowing you'd never done that before, but it felt so good.

"That's never...stars, that has never happened before" You breathed heavily as you came down from the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt. You hardly noticed you were trembling.

"Give us another one" Hunter commanded, returning to rubbing your clit once more.

"I can't, fuck, it's too much" You whined as your overstimulated body twitched and squirmed with Rex’s cock still deep inside you. Hunter smirked, laying his arm across your chest to hold you down. He knew you needed more, and they were going to give it to you.

"Yes, you can princess. You can take it" Rex encouraged you as he started to move his hips again.

You were so sensitive but still truly wanted to feel that again. The craving to experience another release outweighed any hesitation. Leaning up, propping yourself on your elbows, you took Hunter into your mouth and let him fuck your face while he still worked make you come again.

“I won’t last much longer, Y/N, Kriff you feel so good” Hunter praised, using your skilled tongue to get himself off.

“Me either. She’s so tight” a soft whimper trailed the end of Rex’s words.

The sensation crept up to you again, quicker than before. The brushing of Rex’s cock against your g-spot, the firm pressure against your clit, and the way Hunter used your face for his own pleasure pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Right there, yes, don’t stop” You begged so desperately, pulling off Hunter’s length to breathe. Quickly he pulled you back onto him.

Before you could even prepare for it, your third orgasm washed over you like a graceful wave, the pressure unleashing itself as you came for them again. You soaked them both again, earning approving grunts and moans from them as they watched in awe of you. You were a mess of whimpering that was muffled by Hunter’s cock that nearly choked you as he made you take all of him at once.

“That’s our good girl, fuck, you’re soaking us” Rex praised, his thrusts growing harder as he chased his own high. You were slowly coming down the rush of your orgasm and felt your legs grow weak as they trembled.

Their pleasurable expressions filled the room as they both grew louder, knowing that know that you were taken care of, they could use you as they pleased to reach their own release.

With a couple more thrusts, you were suddenly filled with cum on both ends of your body as they spilled themselves inside of you simultaneously. A tear trickled down your cheek from how much Hunter had filled your mouth, his tip pressing at the back of your throat. They both removed themselves so slowly, and as you swallowed all that he gave you, Hunter softly wiped your cheek before kissing you gently on your red and swollen lips. Rex’s cum began slowly dripping out of you, and you loved the feeling.

Rex and Hunter both collapsed on either side of you in bed as you all floated back down from your intense highs.

“That was…” Rex started, breathless and speechless.

“Fucking amazing” You finished for him.

“I’ll say” Hunter chuckled.

Your wonderfully aching body fell tired so suddenly. They both looked over, admiring you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Hunter suggested, standing to help you to your feet. They showered you with the gentle attention you needed in your exhaustion and helped you bathe before laying you down tenderly in bed.

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chicknstripz · 11 months

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Pairing|| GN!Reader X Crosshair Word Count|| 1582 Tags|| Mild teasing, Fluff, Soft!Crosshair, Short reader (No specific height mentioned, Sexual intimacy mentioned, Cross has 0% shame! Synopsis|| You give Crosshair a special gift to remind him that someone loves him.

'Holiday' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Lazy mornings spent in bed where your favorite thing. The feel of freshly laundered sheets against your skin, the sound of idle chatter from the living room as Cross’s brothers made themselves breakfast, and the sensation of his arms pulling you close as he mumbled sleep roughed ‘morning’ would never cease to satisfy. You smile as you sink into him, the warmth of his body just enough to lull you into a slight doze, but alas the youngest occupant of your shared home had other ideas - their sing-song voice breaking the idyl as they broke into your room. “Ba’vodu! Ba’vodu! It’s life day! C’mon! It’s time to open presents!” You think you hear Cross utter a curse beneath his breath, another of his halfhearted complaints about how Hunter had too soft a heart as he propped himself on one elbow. “It is not morning yet Omega.” The young girl giggles, completely unbothered by his stern tone as she clambers into your bed. “Yes it is!! It’s ooh five hundred to be exact!” Cross clicks his tongue in disapproval, his quick reflexes preventing your niece from disturbing your relaxed state. He holds her back with relative ease, gently guiding her from your side of the bed to his, his head shaking the whole time as he situates her beside him. “Mir’sheb.” Omega gasps, her hands flying to her mouth as she turns her honied gaze to you “Ba’vodu Cross said a bad word!” You laugh, the sound vibrating pleasantly in your chest as you sit upright. The sun has barely warmed the opposite wall, the slight slits from the shutters casting long lines of orange along the pale blue. Crosshair himself looks caught between mild amusement and frustration, his tired eyes showing the desire to still be asleep, but he would never ever take that out on Omega - his warm sleepy smile curling his lip as you giggle at Omega ‘horrors’ “Don’t worry ‘megs, I’ll make sure he gets an appropriate punishment” “Promises, promises” You laugh at Cross’s whispered comment as you sit upright, one hand adjusting the bed covers to keep your nakedness covered, whilst the other motions to the half open door of your bedroom. Personally you’d rather stay in bed for a few more hours, properly wake up, but you knew Omega well enough by now to know that she wouldn’t leave you alone. Not with presents on the line! You somehow get her to vacate the room, your firm promises to follow after her in short order encouraging her out the door, and you let out a little sigh as you look back at Cross with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I should know to lock the door by now.” “S’alright, she’d just slice the lock anyway.” You don’t think you’ll get over how competent the kid is, or how much her brothers encourage her lawless behavior. To them it’s a useful life skill, to you it’s troubling, your frown earning you a poke in the side from Cross. “Better for her to practice on family, then complete strangers” “You won’t be saying that if she walks in on us having sex.” “Kids gotta learn.”

You can’t decide if he’s teasing you or if he simply has no shame. Both are equally likely with the sniper. You give him a long hard look, your eyes narrowed so much it draws a laugh from him, and you almost laugh along with him as you realize it was the former rather than the later. Kriffing idiot! How you’d ever fallen in love with him was a mystery, yet here you were trying to hold back laughter as you pulled one of his shirts over your head.

“You’re a menace, you know that right?”

“Guilty as charged”

You continue shaking your head as you pull on a pair of pants, the gleam of a carefully wrapped present making you smile. You’d intended to give it to him later tonight, once the others had gone to sleep, but seeing him there - stretching in the early morning light - it dashed all your plans. You grabbed it, rubbed a thumb over the patterned paper, and turned toward him with a smile.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I got you a little something.”

“How touching”

Again you laughed, the old snark from back in the day now a joke you shared. Oh how you’d bickered back in the day, back and forth for days on end, but now? Well, you’d be pressed to match the old Cross with the new Cross. It was as if the transition from being a soldier to a mercenary had awakened something in him, the days and days of providing for and protecting Omega bringing out a softness he’d hidden for so very long. The present is brought close to your heart, your smile momentarily becoming playful disappointment.

“Well, if you don’t want it ...”

You all but bark out a laugh as he takes it from your hand, his breath warming your ear as he kisses your brow.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Look who's calling the weequay slimy.”

The comment earns you a gentle shove of the shoulder, his warm eyes gleaming in the light as he examines the present. His touch is gentle and tender, the present treated like a maker damned holy item, and you guess that to him - it is. He’s never had presents before you came along, never experienced warmth and love unless it came from a brother. Each corner of the paper is pulled away carefully, reverently, and you know that if you looked you’d find the paper stashed in his box of keepsakes. Oh yes. You know about that! Cross might think he’s being sneaky, but the underside of the bed doesn’t make for the best hiding spot in the world!

With the paper gone he next opens the box, his eyes going wide in shock at what he sees within. You’d spent days on the little project, pursuing the craft stall for beads in black and red, and blackened durasteel wire. It was an object of blood, sweat, and tears. The necklace checked and double checked to make sure you’d got the morse correct. Which you had if his little swallow was anything to go by, the microexpressions that crossed his facial features betraying just how touched he was by this.

“You ... want me to wear this?”

“Of course. You’re mine and I’m not afraid to let people know it.”

He cocks a brow at you, his fingers trailing the beaded proclamation of your love.

“And there was me thinking you weren't the possessive type.”

You take the necklace from him with a tut, your eyes full of warmth as you motion for him to crouch to your level.

“It’s got nothing to do with possession. It’s a little something for you to wear under your armor, a physical reminder that someone out there loves you, and if someone happens to see it? Well then all the better. It’ll just make ‘em wonder what type of person would fall hopelessly in love with you.”

Making people jealous or curious hadn’t been your intention, but you can’t help but admit that you got a thrill out of it. The mental image of someone’s eyes widening in surprise as they read the morse makes you beam from ear to ear. Crosshair wasn’t the type of person you’d associate with being ‘taken’, all hard edges and harsh snark with outsiders, and definitely not with someone like you. You were soft, considerate, the complete opposite of your significant other, and yet you worked - oh maker did you work! Your relationship grows from gripping friends to understanding lovers.

“Jealous too, anyone would think I was rubbing off on you.”

“Don’t get a big head Cross, Hunter can’t afford to widen them.”

He laughs, a muted little snicker that makes your heart leap as you secure the clasp.

“That's on him for spoiling the kid.”

“As if you don’t?”

He tries to give you his best glare, but fails, the mock offense twisting into a garish grin.

“It was about time the kid had a proper blaster.”

You smile alongside him, your thoughts drifting to the child sized firepuncher he’d sourced from one of his contacts. You couldn’t wait to see Omega open it, couldn’t wait to watch her learn to use it with skill and precision, and most of all you couldn’t wait to see Cross celebrate his first life day, the laughter that so often found you bubbling in your chest as you watched him enter the main room to raucous applause and playful teasing. He took it all with a sour smile and crossed arms, but you knew he was enjoying it, the dance in his eyes betraying the enjoyment he found from being among his family.

He enjoyed watching Omega open her presents, her innocence maintained by the hard work of her brothers. He enjoyed watching his brothers, his smile growing in smug glee every time they praised his gift choice. He enjoyed opening them, the simple joy of having possessions warming his facial features. But most of all? He enjoyed being with you, the care and love you gave treasured above all else as he brought you close to his side, the glimmer of the light catching the beads upon his neck making your heart swell with love.

He was yours and you were his, and nothing in the galaxy could ever tear you apart!

#cfb2023 #crosshair x reader #crosshair tbb #ttb fanfic #star wars fanfiction #fluff #soft crosshair #AU timeline #our fav sniper gets to be with his brothers!#He deserves better then servitude in the empire!#fix it #one shot #short & sweet #prompt challenge

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wreckerslula99 · 11 months

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your touch (love) warms my body (soul)

PART ONE: PRE-ORDER 66

Summary: During a snowstorm on a foreign planet, the Bad Batch are trying to sleep inside their ship, the Marauder. Someone bitches a little too much. Enter: Wrecker and his insane natural body heat and love for cuddles. AKA: The Bad Batch cuddle because it's cold.

Word count: 1,814 words

Author's note: There will be a second part to this post order 66 where Omega is included instead of Crosshair! (No beta we die like the Republic)

Part Two

This is also available on AO3 here.

On several occasions, the Marauder has been put through inhumane temperatures. Sometimes the Bad Batch will be on a hot planet and the ventilation will break, or be turned off by Tech to “save power”. This is often followed by a bout of groans and complaints from his brothers, mainly Wrecker. Other times, they will land on planets so cold that it seeps into the ship. It’s easy for the ship to stay warm when flying through space, but when powered down and stagnant, not so much.

Usually, when this happens, Crosshair is the first to complain. Which is exactly what is happening right now.

They had been on the planet of Kijimi for 10 rotations and luck had been on their side regarding the weather. Until now. Only a few hours before dark, a snowstorm had started building and by the time it was nightfall, it had reached their area. It wasn’t dangerous, but it was cold enough to the point where the small heater they brought for emergencies wasn’t enough. And Crosshair was never one to be silent when something bothered him. Even if his complaints were involuntary and in the form of shivers, teeth clacking together and small grunts of displeasure.

“Crosshair, are you really freezing that much?” Hunter asks, his tone obviously annoyed as he turns around in his bunk yet again, unable to find a comfortable position with how cold he was.

“Shut up,” Crosshair growls, but with his incessant shivering, it really didn’t pack the same punch it usually did.

“Brother, if you’re really freezing that much, I suggest you put on some more clothes and get out the heater,” Tech says from where he is sitting against the wall in his bunk, wrapped up in his blanket and with his datapad in his hands.

“Heater’s broken,” Wrecker pipes up, his voice rumbling with guilt.

“Perfect,” Crosshair hisses, turning over in his bunk yet again to face the wall, his figure still visibly shaking underneath his blanket.

“It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t mean to sit on it,” Wrecker whines.

Out of all of them, Wrecker was the only one who was never cold in these situations. Sure, he felt the cold, but his body was always warm. Teach theorized it could be a by-product of Wrecker’s specific genetic enhancement. Remembering this fact only pissed Crosshair off even more. He wasn’t actually mad, of course. He was just cold and tired.

Hunter sighs. “We’ll get a new one next time we’re in town.”

“Assuming we survive the cold,” Crosshair grits out sarcastically. “And each other.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that? What does he mean by that, Hunter?!” Wrecker sits up in his bunk, letting out a small yelp followed by a groan when he hits his head.

He brings a hand up to rub at the sore spot on his head and Crosshair lets out a small, devious chuckle. “Serves you right, you big oaf.”

“Hey! You know I feel bad about not fitting into spaces where everyone else does…” Wrecker exclaims, but the soft sadness in his voice gives away that he was genuinely hurt by his brother’s comment.

“Oh, come on, Wrecker. Don’t always take everything so seriously,” Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“Will you stop?” Hunter finally interrupts. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and I’ll be damned if I let you two make this into a long night! So zip it, chill out, stop complaining and go to sleep.”

A few seconds of silence pass before Wrecker speaks up again, his voice small and timid, his pout evident in his tone. “Hunter, my head really hurts.”

Hunter lets out a sigh mixed with a groan, running a hand through his long hair and sliding it down his face. The tip of his nose feels awfully cold to his touch and he tries to figure out how to help his brothers.

“Wrecker, you’ll be fine. It didn’t sound like you hit your head that hard,” Tech states matter of factly. “Besides, there’s hardly anything that could happen either way. You seem to be better protected against injuries than any of us.”

“Okay…” Wrecker accepts this, nodding along while Tech is talking, even though they couldn’t see each other.

“Stop talking,” Crosshair seethes, perhaps more from the cold than the annoyance he felt.

“Oh, come on, Crossie! If you can’t sleep because it’s cold, then it doesn’t matter if we talk!” Wrecker argues, clutching his Lula tightly in his hands.

“Oh, come on, Wrecker!” Hunter lets out an exasperated groan.

“Echo, you’re awfully quiet, don’t you have something annoying to say as well?” Crosshair says instead of responding to Wrecker, completely ignoring Hunter as well.

“No,” Echo’s voice is small and shaky, coming as a big surprise to everyone.

“Echo? You okay?” Wrecker called out.

“I’m fine, just c-cold…” he responds.

“It’s most likely all the metal that is attached to his body that is making it harder for him to stay warm, as metal becomes cold quickly in cold temperatures, just the same as it becomes hot in warmer temperatures, because-”

“Tech, shut up,” Crosshair says sharply.

“Oh… you’re cold because you’re a little bit of a droid?” Wrecker asks and before Tech can speak up to correct his phrasing, Echo bursts out.

“I’m not a droid! Droids don’t kriffin’ freeze, do they?!”

Silence falls upon them. Even though he hasn’t been with them for very long, they’re all well aware of how Echo feels regarding his current anatomy given to him by the separatists. The silence goes on for a little too long, to the point where Hunter thinks he’s about to be able to fall asleep until Wrecker speaks up again, his rough voice breaking through the silence with ease.

“I’m pretty warm,” he says, more like a discovery than a fact.

“Oh, would you two just cuddle up together and be quiet?” Crosshair exclaims, still sounding very cold.

Silence falls over them again, until there is shuffling and the sound of a blanket moving coming from Wrecker’s bunk. Next there are steps heard as he stomps around the room. Hunter rolls his eyes and puts his hand over his face.

“Wrecker, what are you-,” a small yelp is heard and it’s definitely Echo.

To everyone’s surprise, more stomping is heard and a small light is turned on right by Crosshair’s bunk.

“Turn it off, Wrecker. I’m not joking, I’m gonna-,” Crosshair is interrupted by being pushed against the wall of his bunk by a large, warm body.

Wrecker. With his Lula right in Crosshair’s face.

“Sorry, Crossie, I didn’t mean to push ‘ya,” Wrecker says apologetically as he settles into the bunk of his grumpy brother.

“What are you doing? Get out of my bunk!” Crosshair starts complaining as he wriggles slightly so he is able to turn and look at Wrecker.

Much to his surprise, lying half on top of his giant brother is Echo, who sends him an apologetic, but also confused and relieved smile.

“I said go cuddle each other, not me!” Crosshair continues to complain, even though the warmth radiating off his brother was very tempting to fall into. “Echo, move your karking metal leg off my ankle!”

“Sorry,” Echo says, still fairly new to the team and their dynamic as he tries to shift in his place.

“Wrecker, you’re pushing me against the wall,” Crosshair continues complaining, although rather half-heartedly since he’s starting to warm up.

“Oh, for the love of…,” Hunter mumbles, throwing his blanket off of himself, grabbing it and scooting over to the ladder to climb down from his bunk.

He walks over to Crosshair’s bunk with his blanket wrapped around himself, thinking that he would probably be laughing at the sight of his three brothers squeezed into the bunk if it wasn’t for how tired and annoyed he is.

“Will you please be quiet?” He exclaims, staring them down

They were still trying to wriggle into a comfortable position and Hunter sighs before getting to work. He slaps Crosshair’s shoulder, who looks at him with narrowed eyes, but follows the movement of his hand anyway and sits up. Hunter orders Wrecker to move against the wall on his back, his legs away from the wall so Echo could lie on top of him and rest his metal legs in that empty space against the wall. Crosshair got put next to Wrecker on his side.

“Happy?” Hunter asks, but it sounded as though he would lose it if anyone said no.

The Sergeant then scoots in at the foot of the bunk, resting his legs on top of Wrecker’s underneath the blanket and pulling his own tighter around himself. There is a moment of silence in which Hunter contemplates getting up again to turn off the little light he accidentally left on, but decides it’s not worth the risk of stirring up his brothers again.

“Tech?” Wrecker speaks up after a minute or so of silence and Hunter wants to slam his head against the wall behind him. “Aren’t you gonna join us?”

“No, I prefer to stay on my own where I have space to read through some more informational manuals,” he says from his bunk, where he is sitting with his datapad.

“You can keep reading in the morning, Tech,” Hunter says. “Come on, you need your sleep. And I know you’re freezing too.”

“I’m just fine on my own, thank you very much,” Tech replies, pulling his knees closer to his chest underneath his blanket.

“Liar,” Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“Come on, Tech. You know it’s erm, scientifically illogical to stay on your own during these temperatures,” Hunter tries to play into his brother’s weaknesses: science and logic.

“I don’t appreciate it when you pull that card,” Tech sighs and rolls his eyes, then starts trotting over to the rest of his brothers.

He turns off the small lamp next to the bed and then settles in next to Hunter with his blanket still wrapped around himself.

“Don’t you dare,” Crosshair threatens when Tech moved his legs half on top of his, which earns him a small kick from Hunter and Tech lets the full weight of his legs rest on Crosshair’s lower body. “I hope you know you won’t wake up in the morning.”

“Oh yeah? I hope you know if you don’t all settle down and shut up right now, none of you will make it ‘til morning,” Hunter growls. “Go to sleep.”

“Good night, guys,” Wrecker says only a few seconds later, groans and sighs erupting from all around the bunk

“Good night, Wrecker,” they all say in unison and then it’s silent for good.

Slowly, Wrecker’s body heat warms the others enough for their bodies to relax and allow them to fall into a deep sleep, all huddled together in the little bunk.

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m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s · 3 years

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okay, so @ahsokasleftbicep and i were talking about Crosshair the other day lol (r we surprised?) �� and this came out of that conversation! also, i’ve been really soft for my sniper lately, ya know, just being loving the softer side of my husband as of late, so that’s another reason (also, teeny, there is in fact a reference to “angel eyes” in here, yes i did do that, i will not stop listening to that song, nor will i stop watching the tiktok you sent me lol 😂). also, due to @loth-wolffe & @hellothere-generalangsty , who increased my softness tenfold, i felt like we needed cuddly, soft Cross.

and i have delivered.

also i have made some formatting changes! when i write my ideas up to begin with, their always tabbed, but tumblr thinks it’s funny to remove them (it’s not) so i have decided to put them back in (lol, literally tumblr is like: “mmm, no. yeah, no”).

also yeah, i did use the same nicknames because i loved the ones from the last fic too much, and i didn’t have the heart to change them, soooooo, this isn’t a part two, but i’ll probably just use the same nicknames from now on tho lol (if you wanna look at it as a part two tho, feel free, i just didn’t think of it that way when i wrote it)

once again, i do have a taglist, so just comment below if you would like to be added!

anyways, enjoy my goonies 🥰☺️❤️

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Crosshair x GN!Reader Drabble: He was always so soft and warm, just for you. Warmth in the arms around your waist, the kisses upon your face. You just melted. Everytime.

Genre: FLUFF, SO SOFT OMGGGG CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU (I’m just in a soft!ner ram’ser mood lately, also it’s like a tiny bit sad, but NOT A LOT I SWEAR, IF YOU SQUINT YOU CAN SEE IT)

Warnings: None. Happiness and love for my husband, that’s all.

Word Count: 951 words, 5,116 characters

*Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the Star Wars universe, nor do I own anything relating to the Clone Wars universe. I do not own any characters, places, or things unless they are of my own creation.*

Picture is from @kamino-coruscant

(Proofread)

ner - my, mine

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Did you know you have a whole part of my heart? It’s got your name on it, and I cherish the feeling I get when I think about it. - Moons

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} Sleepy Smiles {

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It was soft lips on your nose that woke you. Warmth seeping into your skin, a butterfly of heat washed over the tender area. The sun should have woken you up, but something else did instead.

When you first opened your eyes, the typical blurry morning vision clouded your senses. It took a few more blinks before things started to look clearer. When you did, being met with the sight of him was unexpected.

It was welcome though.

He continued to pepper your nose with soft kisses, warm breath fanning over your cheeks. He moved slowly, delicately. It was your forehead next, and then your eyelids fluttered shut as he left an invisible mark on each one. Your chin and cheeks, the corners of your mouth.

It was rare when you got to see the soft, fuzzy side of him.

A soldier at heart, battle worn and scared. Physically and mentally. Times when he would be on shore leave, coming to your door in tears at the sights he saw on missions, the horrors. Dark under eye circles, and a plethora of toothpicks gone through as he silently cried into your shoulder.

Your heart would crush under the weight of his pain every time.

You made it go away. You let him cry into your shoulder, you, who took him for what he was in the present, for who he was at the very moment. You never shied away, never judged.

Instead you held your arms out, and wrapped yourself around him so tight that you took away every bad thing that had happened to him while he was gone.

It was the soft touch of lips on the shell of your ear that made a soft laugh from your mouth ring out into the air. You could feel the grin of his lips on your skin, and when he pulled back, well, stars.

He was so beautiful. The sun highlighted his cheekbones, softening the rough edge. Honeyed, angel eyes sparkling with a sense of peace, and a smile. A smile, one that made him look so young, not the war-hardened man you had seen just yesterday.

Oh, did he look happy.

When he leaned in, nuzzling his nose against yours, it took everything in your power right then and there to not cry at the warmth of his affection. The smile pulling at your lips was so wide that your cheeks began to hurt. You missed the way he grinned just as equally when you nuzzled his nose back.

His lips connected with yours. He always saved your lips for last. It was so euphoric, every time.

Rough, chapped lips danced with yours, but they were soft and feather light. Fluttery feelings skipping around in your chest.

The lips soon pulled away, air needed for lungs in separate chests. Eyes cracking open to find the soft gaze of him on you, and a lazy grin on his cheeks.

“Mornin’, ner Sunshine.”

Maker, did his morning voice sound so wonderful.

“Good morning to you too, Butterfly.”

He grinned even wider at the nickname, fighting the urge to smother your face in kisses all over again. Instead, he settled to lay back down beside you, only to pull you right up into his arms. Cradled into his warmth, nose snuggling into his neck, head nestling into the crook of his shoulder. More feather light kisses pressed softly to your temple.

“Cross.”

You were met with a hum, grumbly and tired.

“We have to get up, you know that.”

Another hum, mumbled words as he only pulled you closer. You only smiled into his neck as he let his fingers rub up and down your back softly.

“No, it’s cuddle time.” You laughed at the confession, pulling back to see a soft look in his eyes. One you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh, so it’s cuddle time now? You just like to change your schedule at the last minute?”

He chuckled, the rasp of his voice still thick with sleep.

“Only for you.”

It faltered you for a second. Behind it, those three words held a deeper meaning. One you could analyze, look at from different angles.

Crosshair had… trouble when it came to communicating. Especially when it came to the emotional depth that a relationship reached. You had helped him, teaching him to show emotion. Letting him know emotion was good, it was not a bad thing. He was still working, trying everyday to realize that working through his emotions with you was good for him.

When he would admit things, late in the evening, or early in the morning as he just had, it was his way of telling you all the things he couldn’t quite voice yet.

Only for you, my sweet love. I would give the world to spend every waking moment with you, to leave the wretched war, to hold you in my arms each day. Only for you.

You only gave him a look in return, one that you hoped showed your love that ran so deep into the veins of your beating heart.

Intertwined, you laid back onto his chest, content. No interruptions, no war here. Just two lovers snuggled close, held in the embrace of the other.

As the sun rose, you would still lay there. He would still press the occasional kiss to your forehead, and a quiet whisper of some topic would be said. A hum and another kiss, one on the lobe of your ear.

Love was… complicated at times, but when he held you as tight as he did, nothing but pure adoration surrounding you?

Maybe you could just lay here for a little while longer.

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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Multitasking

Summary: Tech's job is to repair the ship. Your job is to test his focus by riding his cock.

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Reader Description: Reader is gender-neutral. This fic does not include any descriptions of their appearance.

Word count: 4.1k

Tags: Established relationship, Oral (giving), Smut, Cuming inside, Praise kink, sub!Tech, dom!Reader, Making out, Fluff.

Notes: Happy Tech Tuesdays!! I just had to write something for this specific shot in last weeks episode teehee

Being stranded on an unknown planet is one thing, but being stranded on an unknown planet with a broken down ship? Now, that's entirely another thing - a thing that the Bad Batch has been unfortunate enough to come across. Luck, nor hope, has ever been on their side, nothing ever goes to plan, but today's plan is simple: You and Tech are to stay on the ship and work on repairs, whilst everybody else heads out and searches for food, supplies, the will to live, and so on. And that's exactly where you are right now. Tech is currently suited up, helmet on, laying down on his back, working on the underside of the ships control panel. Most of your jobs are complete, and Tech urged you to have a break like the caring sweetheart that he is. You two have kept your relationship hidden from just about everybody, including the Batch, as you fear that it might cause a rift within the group. Although, you're almost certain they know. You've seen the glances Hunter and Crosshair make to each other when you and Tech are nattering away, and you've overheard Omega ask Wrecker and Echo multiple times if they're certain that you two aren't actually an item. The Batch knows, but the Batch doesn't officially know, and you both plan on keeping it that way. Alone time is a rarity. You'll be lucky to receive a kiss whenever you bring Tech a cup of caf whilst he's alone in the cockpit, or feel his hand in yours whenever you two are buddied up during a mission. You're both touch starved an unimaginable amount, and now that you two have some privacy, you want to make the most of it. Only, Tech being Tech, he needs to work. Tech wants to spend this time with you, just as much as you want to spend it with him, but the Marauder is in dire need of repairs, and only Tech has the ability to fix this ship. So, whilst on your break, you make Tech another cup of caf and bring it over, informing him of your presence as you settle down beside him. He thanks you, but his eyes remain glued to the underside of the cockpits control panel. Dare you say it - he looks inviting. Yes, he's busy working on the ship, and that's exactly why you're fighting the urge to hop on his lap right now. There's something enticing about Tech when he's literally buried in his work. Your mind has blanked out almost every single time he's attempted to explain something to you; you never understand what he's actually on about, but you always ask him to further explain, as the glisten in his eyes always makes you smile. But this? This is something else. You've seen Tech work on the ship so many times, but never in this position. He's lying on his back, hands and eyes fixated on the wires dangling above him, but the way his legs are casually spread is just so... oh. "Tech?" you question as you place a hand on his thigh, gently kneading at the fabric wrapped around him. "I know," Tech sighs. You're about to question what he apparently knows, but his sorrowful eyes meet yours, and he continues with "I want to spend this quiet time with you too." "Awhh," you sigh, giving Tech's thigh another squeeze. "I was actually going to tell you that your caf is there, and to be careful not to knock it over," you laugh, pointing to the cup beside him. Tech rolls his eyes, but from the way they're squinting, you know he's smiling beneath his helmet. He turns his attention back to his work, and you express your agreement with his comment. "But I also wish I was spending this time with you," you reply, and purr your words at the end, hoping that Tech knows what you're implying. "Stars," Tech sighs. "It's been some time, hasn't it?" "Tell me the specifics, Tech," you smile, and Tech's eyes happily meet yours. He's often silenced by his vods for 'blabbering' on about 'unimportant' details, but to you, his ability to remember so much makes your heart flutter. "Eighteen days, to be precise," Tech states as he continues working. "It's been eighteen days since we've had some time alone together, and four days since we've kissed." "I held your hand yesterday," you say with a laugh. "Yes, and I'm almost certain that Hunter saw that," Tech sighs. He stretches his hand out and makes a small grabbing motion, and you fill his palm with one of his tools. Tech shifts up onto his elbows as he looks at the tool that you've handed him, and he can't help but laugh. "I was motioning for you to place your hand in mine," he says as he places the tool down, and shuffles his way from underneath the control panel, sitting on the floor beside you. You laugh along with him, one hand still on his thigh, the other settling in his gloved palm. Tech gives you a comforting squeeze as he flicks his helmets' visor up, revealing his wide eyes, protected by his goggles. He speaks so much through his eyes alone, and you know him to a point where you two can speak without words, and right now, Tech's asking for more. Your hand slips from Tech's grasp so you can remove his helmet. His helmet remains in your grasp as you shuffle closer, and with a smug expression, you ask "do you want to change our four day count back to zero?" Tech nods his head as he softly laughs at your flirtatious remark. He shifts his goggles from his eyes, resting them on his forehead so they won't get in the way as he leans in and kisses you. Tech's kisses are always so soft and gentle, affectionate with a sprinkle of needy. One of his hands finds the back of your neck, simply holding you there as he makes up for all the lost time. Shuffling even closer to Tech, you debate asking a specific question, fearing rejection; you know that Tech wants the same, but he's busy with work, and work is always his top priority. You understand, and you understand that you two would have a lot of explaining to do if the rest of the Batch returned to find an unfixed ship, so you always allow him to prioritize his work. But Tech's kisses grow hungry, deeper and sloppier, and the whimper that he makes when you pull away confirms that he's just as eager as you are. "Do you want to reset our eighteen day count also?" you softly question against his lips, and your tone of voice makes him shudder. "I want to," he sighs, and gives you another kiss before continuing. "But I have work to do, although I estimate that it won't take me long to complete. Then, I'm all yours." "And what if the others return before then?" you pout. "They set off two hours ago. It's highly unlikely that they'd return in such a short time," Tech states. Smart, as always, but the Batch are unpredictable, and you worry that today might be one of those days. You ponder your thoughts, lazily kissing Tech as you weigh out your options. All of your work is done, and Tech doesn't have long to go, but you need him right now. He has the ability to work in an array of situations - under pressure, stressed, overwhelmed, and so on - but what about aroused? Yes, you've teased him on the odd occasion when he's been working, but that's as far as you've gone. Is it time to take things further? "Tech?" you sigh as you pull away. "Mhm?" Tech responds, half-lidded eyes meeting yours. "You still have work to do, but I don't. So, maybe I could start us off whilst you continue working?" you suggest, batting your lashes as you speak, even though you know Tech will say yes. To your surprise, Tech thinks about it, and quickly points out a negative to your idea. "I'm sure you're aware on how distracting your presence is, and... engaging with me sexually will distract me tenfold," Tech objects, moving his hands as he talks. "I've seen you work whilst distracted before. I won't be any different," you shrug. "I understand what you're referring to, but your presence can't be compared to the heat of the battlefield. They are two completely different types of distractions." "What I'm saying is..." you begin, and straddle Tech's lap as you talk, placing his helmet down on the floor beside him. One hand gently cups Tech's chin, tilting it to the side, leaving his neck open for you to begin kissing along. "You're a good worker, Tech, and you've worked through just about everything. So, you'll be fine with my presence, I'm certain of it." You can physically feel Tech shuddering in your grasp, turning into putty whilst you kiss along his neck, speaking against his skin. He lets out a groan when you nip at a sensitive spot behind his ear, and his hands find your hips, squeezing and kneading them. "What do you think?" you question, and wait patiently for Tech's answer. Tech stays silent for a while, minus his quiet mewls and moans. He's putting a lot of thought into this, possibly too much, but he eventually comes to a decision. "Alright," he gently nods. "You're welcome to engage with me whilst I work, but if you are too distracting, and I am unable to work with you around, then I will ask you to stop." "Of course, love," you reply as your kisses move up to his cheek. "I only want what's best for you." "You're what's best for me," Tech sharply exhales, and from the way his eyes turn wide, you know he wasn't meant to let that slip. "I mean... Uh, I shall return to my work, and you're welcome to... do whatever you'd like to do." Tech fumbles for his goggles, pulling them down from his forehead. You sneak in another kiss before his helmet is placed on, and just as Tech's about to lie down, he points something out. "I'd suggest that you shut and lock the door." You scramble up from his lap, shutting the cockpits' door, just to be safe. As you're about to lock it, Tech informs you of a different code to use, and explains why when you turn around and raise your brow at him. "It's a private code that I installed recently, just to be safe." "Safe from what?" you question. "Well, after the inhibitor chip situation, I wanted to install a code that only I know, so if something were to go wrong, say the Empire takes control of us and reinstalls the chip, then sends said person down to attack us, then we'd be safe from them in the ship." You're left speechless as Tech explains his bizarre, paranoid scenario. He notices your bewildered expression, and adds "hypothetically speaking, of course." As if that somehow makes things any better. "You and your paranoia, Tech," you sigh as you punch in the new code. "If it weren't for my paranoia, then we wouldn't now have this safely locked door, preventing the others from walking in on us, if they are to return early," Tech points out, motioning with his hands as he talks, before lying down and shuffling under the cockpits control panel. You roll your eyes whilst smiling, your heart fluttering over yet another reason why you've fallen for Tech. He goes back to work, leaving you to your mischief. Just like before, Tech has his legs partially spread, feet firmly on the floor with his knees slightly raised. As you settle beside him, your hand comes to rest on his thigh, fingers fiddling with the straps of his utility belt. You unhook the straps from his thighs, moving them up to his waist, giving you access to his codpiece. You know far too well how to remove his armour, and you find the hook that unlatches his codpiece, removing it entirely in one swift motion. Tech's already semi-hard, his cock straining against the tight fabric of his blacks. You palm over his erection, eyes peeking up to watch his reaction, and there is none, minus a soft sight. It's clear that he's attempting to focus on his work, and you're torn between wanting to be a massive distraction, and wanting to let him get on with his work. Sadly, repairing the ship is important, but you're certain that you can test his focus another time. For now, you're happy with slowly and lazily getting both of you off, waiting for Tech to finish so both of you can quicken the pace. Shuffling down onto your front, you free his cock from beneath his blacks, pumping it loosely whilst you find a comfortable position. Tech lets out another sigh when you swipe your tongue over the tip of his cock, swirling it around a few times, and then sinking down onto his length. You know by now exactly what makes Tech stir, and like the minx that you are, you go for those specific areas. Tech lets out a groan as you glide your tongue down the underside of his shaft, your hand lightly squeezing his tip. You spend a while between his thighs, earning weak moans, muffled through his helmet. One of his legs begins to lightly bounce, something his body subconsciously does when he's in deep though, and as of recent, something he also does when he's attempting to focus whilst distracted. With one hand around Tech's cock, you manage to slip your pants off, kicking off your boots in the process. You find the perfect balance between satisfying your partner, and preparing yourself, and although the position is slightly uncomfortable, the sound that Tech makes when he notices you prepping yourself makes it worth your while. "Copaani gaan?" you overhear Tech speak in his mother tongue. His eyes lock onto yours as he raises his head slightly, propping himself up on elbows, and Tech watches as you tilt your head in confusion. "Need a hand?" he repeats, and you mumble an 'oh' at his translation. "Shouldn't you be working on the ship?" you question. As Tech starts speaking, you slip his cock back into your mouth, completely malfunctioning his brain. "It's- I... the work- uh..." Tech stutters, and groans as he blurts out "mesh'la." A gloved hand rests on the back of your head as Tech lies back down, eyes scrunching shut, moaning softly for you. "So beautiful," he mumbles, and lets out a choked sob when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. "What were you saying about the ship?" you innocently ask as you pull off his cock. "It's almost fixed," Tech groans, followed by a heavy sigh. "Finish your work, Tech," you order, and your tone of voice makes Tech shudder. "Elek, cyar'ika," Tech whimpers. "Anything for you." The hand on the back of your head is removed, and Tech turns as much focus as he can to his work. You decide that you're prepped enough, as is Tech, and begin shuffling into position, straddling Tech's lap. His eyes flick away for a moment, watching through his slowly steaming-up goggles as you sink down onto his length, letting out a soft sigh once you're fully seated. Despite not being able to see Tech's face, you know he's struggling to hold himself together, especially from the noise he makes when you begin slowly rising and falling on his cock, taking your time with every thrust. "Your work, Tech," you comment as you lock eyes. "Y-yes, right..." Tech's words trail off as he attempts to finish up, moving wires and tightening bolts, putting together the final parts of the ships control panel. You keep your pace slow and steady, not wanting to move Tech's body too much as he works, plus the sensation of slowly fucking yourself on your partners cock is oh-so-satisfying. And from the sounds that Tech is attempting not to make, you know that he's feeling the same way. You two spend some time like that, Tech finalizing the ship as you slowly get each other off, tensing your muscles every so often to tighten your grip on Tech's cock. Wanting to see how Tech will react, you catch him by surprise by slamming down on his cock; Tech lets out a choked moan, the air from his lungs being pushed out, and he almost drops the bolt tightener that he's holding. He perks his head up, groans at the sight of you, and then lets it fall back again. His hands pause mid-air, uncertain if he should attempt to work, or enjoy a brief break. "Tech?" you purr, and his eyes lock onto yours through the tint of his goggles. "Carry on working, love, you're almost finished." "Cyar'ika, you're making this unbelievably difficult," Tech whimpers. Tech isn't always one for praise, unless you're reminding him of how intelligent he is, but maybe he'll accept a few compliments whilst he's literally beneath you? "You're such a good worker, Tech, you can continue with a minor distraction," you praise. Tech's eyes momentarily flick away, as if to question if he really can work in these conditions. You know he's accepted your compliment the second his hands move up, returning to the control panel. "See?" you smile. "Pretend I'm not here. Pretend I'm not riding your cock right now," you tease, and your smile grows when Tech lets out a deep sigh. "I'll get you for this," he threatens in his own, soft, Tech-like way. "I can't wait," you purr, and pick up the pace, positioning your hands on his armoured chest to give your body extra support. Your eyes fall shut just as Tech returns to his work, putting your focus into riding him. Your pace isn't perfect, but it's enough to get you off, and from the sounds you're hearing from your partner, it's enough to get him off too. You're so engulfed in pleasure that you almost don't hear Tech suddenly states "I'm done." For some reason, you instantly assume he's done with you, motioning for you to stop. "Huh?!" you yelp as your eyes snap open. "I'm done with my work," Tech states, unaware of your confusion, and you let out a heavy sigh of relief. He lightly taps your thigh, signalling for you to raise your hips, and with the tip of his cock barely inside you, both of you shuffle so that Tech is no longer pinned beneath the control panel. You slam back down onto his cock just as he props himself up on his elbows, almost collapsing down again from the sensation. Tech curses under his breath, and with shaky arms, he manages to reach up and remove his helmet, placing it down beside him. His cheeks are redder than ever, almost as bright as when you two shared your first kiss, and from the light layer of sweat over his face, you assume that he'll be needing a shower later, and no doubt, you'll join him. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" you cheekily smile, and Tech has the audacity to roll his eyes at you. "You're unbelievable," Tech groans as he shifts his legs, placing his feet firmly on the floor, hips slightly raised - the perfect position to begin thrusting up into you. Tech meets your hips halfway, finding the perfect rhythm within no time. He's no longer holding back, moaning and groaning freely, and treating you to the occasional whimper. Tech's hands are snugly sitting around your hips, and his eyes are struggling to stay open, eventually scrunching shut, his mouth remaining parted as he puts all of his focus into fucking you. Your hands grip onto his chest once more, thick plastoid armour pressed against your palms, steadying your weight whilst both of you chase your orgasms. You know Tech is close when he begins stuttering, his mind becoming hazy, but Tech manages to whimper "I'm close." "Inside," you quietly state, and all Tech manages to do is nod. You beat him to it, tightening around his length as your orgasm hits. The sensation of you squeezing his cock has Tech sputtering, mewling beneath you whilst he pulls you down onto his hips and holds you there, his cock twitching heavily as he fills you up. You rock your hips back and forth gently, just enough to milk him, and Tech's grip on your hips tightens as he begins panting; his eyes slowly open, pupils blown, gawking at the sight of you. "T-too much," Tech eventually stutters, so you ease up, coming to a halt. Both of you spend a moment to gather yourselves and catch your breaths. Tech's hands move from your hips so he can prop his goggles up on his forehead, wiping his face with his palms, attempting to snap himself out of his post-orgasm haze. "Good?" you simply question, smiling when Tech nods in agreement. "Yes," he sighs, "so good. I think you'll agree that we both needed that," Tech comments as he pulls his goggles back on, and props himself up on his elbows, looking up at you, still sat on his lap with his cock slowly softening inside you. Tech takes a hold of your hips again, keeping you firmly on his lap as he sits upright. His soft eyes remain glued to yours, and a sweet smile appears on his lips when you playfully rub your nose against his. Tech wraps his hands around your waist, holding you in his lap, enjoying the sensation of your bodies being pressed together. Neither of you speak, but you don't need words to express the connection that you're feeling right now. You cup his jawline, holding his head steady whilst you enjoy some slow, sensual kisses. The taste of sweat is light on Tech's lips, but it's not enough for you to pull you away from him; if anything, you're enticed by how he tastes, parting your lips slightly so your tongue can glide across his. An unknowing amount of time passes as you two remain tied together, catching up on those lost moments; the nights where you can't be in each other's arms, the kisses you've missed due to lack of privacy, the gentle touches that are always kept private. As you move apart, you motion for Tech to tilt his head to the side, revealing your favourite place to kiss. Your hands slide over his shoulders, fiddling with the ends of his short hair, and you plant kiss after kiss on his faint scar, hidden beneath his short, buzzed hair. Tech smiles as you kiss over that area, and once you're done, he presses his forehead against yours. Finally, one of you speaks up. "Would you like to join me in the refresher?" Tech offers. "Of course," you smile, and place a kiss on his nose before shuffling off his lap. Once both of you are dressed, and Tech has tidied his equipment away, you go to make your way through the ship. As you open the locked cockpit door, you're both met with an extremely grumpy looking Hunter. He's sat with his arms crossed, tired eyes, and the only thing he asks is "are you two finally done?" "T-the ship is repaired, if that is what you're asking," Tech replies, struggling to maintain eye contact. "C'mon, you know I'm not on about that," he sighs. "You're lucky that the others wanted to stay outside and enjoy the sun!" Both of you stand there awkwardly, gawking around the ship, looking at everything but Hunter. He lets out a long, defeated sigh before saying "both of you, go and clean up, please. And leave the cockpit door open, it stinks in there." With that, Hunter rises from his chair, and makes his way off the Marauder, leaving the ships' door open to let fresh air flow through the ship. At the same time, Tech and you lock eyes, sharing an awkward expression. To your surprise, Tech states "that went rather well." "You're joking, right?" "It's been a long time coming," he shrugs. "Anyway, are you still joining me in the refresher?" You let out a laugh, but shake your head in agreement. "Lead the way!"

#swwriting #multitasking #tech x reader #the bad batch #clone trooper tech x reader #smut #nsft #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #star wars #tbb fanfic #reader insert #tbbwriting

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my-tin-can-mans · 3 years

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Gone Too Far, Crosshair x Reader

Soooo I'm thinking about writing another part to this let me know what you think, this idea had been festering in my brain for awhile now and I finally had the patience to sit down and write it. Also I got an idea to a Rex x reader one shot so be prepared for that soon if I get the motive.

Pairings: Crosshair x Reader

Warnings: None? Kinda Angst? I'm not sure.

It was late, incredibly late. And as the pilot of the Havoc Marauder, you had to be up early to take the ship out of hyperspace and land it. That meant you needed sleep, enough to at least fly a ship, but that was sounding impossible at this hour.

Wrecker and Crosshair were still up, bouncing a ball on a wall back and forth. You knew this because on the other side of the wall happened to be your room. Granted you shared it with Echo, but this noise didn’t seem to be a bother for him as you could hear his soft snores from the bunk beneath you. Unfortunately, as the two newest members to the bad batch, you both got to share the room closest to everything. Which meant when someone was up and moving around in the hull, you two were the first to know.

You huffed, raking your hand down your face, and throwing your GAR issued blanket off yourself. You climbed down the ladder trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake Echo, but you were sure nothing would if he couldn’t hear the loud bounce against the wall ever thirty seconds. You quietly opened the door and walked into the hull. Wrecker was laying with his back against the floor and his feet propped up on the seat in front of him while Crosshair was sitting up in the seat beside his feet, infamous toothpick wedged between his lips and ball in hand.

The look on your face was not a nice one, and the two men knew that. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” Crosshair spoke as he went to bounce the ball again against the wall in front of him.

But as it started to bounce back you swiftly came in and grabbed it. “Hey” wrecker whined, “we were having fun.”

“Well too bad” you grumbled, “I've got to land this ship in less than four hours and if I don’t get any sleep, we’ll all be crash landing.”

“What does our ball having anything to do with your sleep?” Crosshair spoke up with a rather knowing look on his face.

“Considering the fact that it's bouncing up against the room I sleep in, a lot.” You cocked you hip and put your hand on it, threating him to fight back.

But it was crosshair you were talking to, of course he was going to argue. “it's just a ball princess, ignore it. You’ll find you sleep a lot better that way.”

“Damnit Crosshair can’t you for once think about anyone other than yourself?” you raised your voice, officially becoming a little more than frustrated.

“I still don’t see how you ever made it as a slave once, all you ever do is whine.” This hit hard. It wasn’t the usual back and forth banter between you two. It was way more personal than that. You’d grown up a slave and had eventually escaped with the help of the republic, specifically Senator Amidala. You two had grown close and you felt you had a debt to pay off the republic for saving you, but it wasn’t in the same sense as before, you were gracious for this, and she took you under her wing gave you a job in the GAR and you had a place to sleep and eat and free will. You were a great pilot; you’d like to think. You spent much of your time and a slave being forced to run spice. You knew how to get out of tricky situations. So, when commander Cody had seen you in action one day, he knew just the new position for you, pilot of clone force 99 because, with all due respect, Tech was great at many things, but your specialty was flying. And they needed a good flyer with all the close calls they had.

You hadn’t thought about that part of your past in a while. You were leading a good life now and had been trying to forget. As you stood there stunned by Crosshair’s words you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t want him or Wrecker to see you cry, you weren’t that close with the bad batch to let down your guard that much, so dropped the ball that was still in your hand, and you swiftly turned to retreat to your room.

You managed to keep the tears in long enough to climb back on the top bunk above Echo and get situated. The ball had stopped bother you and it was dead silent for once, but you were never getting sleep now.

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Your alarm went off, but it was useless. You hadn’t slept at all. You heard Echo starting to stir as well. You let out a sigh. Throwing the blanket off yourself again and climbing down the ladder. Echo was sitting up of the edge of his bed, rubbing the sleep from his face. “Morning” he whispered.

“Morning,” you said back just as quietly, “Echo I need to change real quick do you mind?” you and Echo had gotten pretty close, but you still felt a little uncomfortable changing in front of him. It was the one thing that sucked about having to share a room, but he was always a gentleman about it, always giving you the privacy you needed.

“Of course not,” he responded laying back down and covering his face with his arm.

You switched from the old, battered shirt and shorts you owned to your flight suit uniform. “Okay,” was all you had to say to let Echo know you were decent. He lifted his head up and began placing his own amour over his blacks while you fastened you harness and put your blaster and a couple of other necessities back into their rightful place. The whole while Crosshair’s words from just a few hours ago played on repeat in your mind damping your mood for the day before it had even begun.

You were tired. You hadn’t gotten a drop of sleep last night and now needed to prepare the ship to drop out of hyperspace and land it. Although it wasn’t a hard task, very mundane for being a pilot, it still took a lot of focus, which was something you weren’t good at doing without sleep.

You walked to the cockpit with Echo. Tech was already in the co-pilots seat and Hunter was sitting in the seat behind him. You took yours as the pilot and Echo sat behind you. “We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace in 6 minutes.” Tech turned to you to say.

You grunted, beginning the routine of checking the hyperdrive and stabilizers. About a minute into doing this a mug of caf was harshly placed in front of you on the dashboard. You looked up to see who had done this and were unpleasantly surprised by Crosshair standing beside you looking down at you with a scowl to his face. “What’s this?” you asked like you didn’t know what a cup of caf looked like.

“Caf” he responded, sliding it closer on the dashboard to meet your face better.

“No thanks.” You said back, sliding it away from you and trying to focus on the blinking buttons ahead of you.

“Three minutes till drop,” Tech and interjected, popping his head around crosshair to give you a questioning look, “you ready?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to get back to work with Crosshair still standing there.

You were hoping he would take the hint that you were still pissed at him and just leave you be, but of course that wasn’t the case. The mug of caf was slid back in front of you and you looked up again to see an even more pissed off crosshair than before. What was his problem? He insulted you and took it too far and now he was mad you were declining his caf? It was starting to make your blood boil too; you were the one that deserved to be angry not him.

“Look,” he said, “I made it just how you like it, two sugars one cream. I even put it in your favorite mug. Just take the kriffing caf.”

If this was some sort of pathetic excuse for an apology it wasn’t going to work, you were truly upset and a cup of caf wasn’t going to fix that.

“And I said no thank you.” You told him harshly and forcefully pushed the cup back in his direction.

You could go for a cup of caf right now, but you weren’t going to let him get away with this. He was always pushing your buttons, making snarky remarks at you and this time he had gone to far.

He huffed, grabbed the cup, and walked out of the cockpit.

Right on time, Tech and began to start the countdown to drop out of hyperspace and you now need to focus the most.

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After you had landed you stayed behind in the cockpit, while everyone else around you had started to get up. You closed your eyes, leaning back in your seat and taking a deep breath. The day had just started, and it was already going horribly.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you jumped, turning to give the perpetrator a dirty look expecting it to be Crosshair again not taking the hint that you were still very clearly upset but softening when you saw Hunter instead. The sergeant of the bad batch and you had grown close, mostly because he could read you like an open book, whereas the others tended to not pick up and any hints that your moods had changed. “Mind telling me what that all was about back there?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You signed and he went to sit in the seat across from you while you began to tell him about the incident last night.

“So he was trying to apologize to you this morning.” Hunter stated.

“Hunter, you know my past and the pain that comes along with it better than anyone else on this ship. I've reluctantly shared bits and pieces with all of you out of trust, for him to use that against me in a petty argument really hurts. A cup of caf isn’t going to make me forgive him, especially when I know he isn’t truly sorry.”

He sighed leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees to place his head in his hands. “(Y/N), I know you and Crosshair haven’t ever really gotten along but he’s not good at talking about things, I'm sure he truly is sorry, but him giving you a cup of caf is the biggest apology I've ever seen him give anyone.”

This whole situation was really one you just wanted to forget. But at this point you also just wanted an actual apology.

“Well he’s going to have to bite his tongue and do better than that.”

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #star wars tbb #star wars x reader #crosshair #crosshair x reader #star wars #star wars the clone wars #starwars the bad batch #angst #crosshair x you #clone force 99 #clone force 99 x reader #the clone wars #crosshair x y/n #crosshair angst #the bad batch series

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dumfanting · 2 years

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A Common Sense, part 3 (final)

AO3 link

Rating: M- smut, explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: blindfolds, safe words, soft Dom! reader if you squint, slight hunter/prey dynamic, oral sex (m & f receiving), scent kink, cum eating, sensory deprivation, sensory overload

Word count: 3312

Apologies for the gap between chapters, I was really struggling with it for a few days. Big thanks to @kaminocasey @madameminor @studioramekin @wolveria for helping me through it. Tech is a smug little shit in this one.

Hunter/F! Reader

You finally get some time alone with Hunter.

Only half an hour had passed, but you found yourself worrying about Hunter. Granted, you don’t know him or the others very well, but his absence felt odd to you. None of the others seemed to notice, and when you ask Echo, who was dozing slightly on your right, he yawns before saying that Hunter’s senses may have overwhelmed him too badly.

“Does that happen a lot? I know it can get rough on him when we’re at the bar or on tough missions, but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen otherwise,” you say.

Echo hums a little before saying “It’s not exactly common, but now that you mention it, it’s been several cycles since the last time.” You shift your weight a little and point out that it would have been long before you arrived. Echo snorts, trying to suppress a laugh, before he says “It must be you then, since you don’t stink like we do.”

You roll your eyes, otherwise ignoring the remark, and ask what they usually do when this happens.

Echo shrugs, saying “usually we just leave him be, he’ll come out of it eventually. You worried about him?” He raises an eyebrow at you. You feel your face grow warm, and not from the sun. Echo chuckles at you. “Maybe he’ll appreciate your company,” he says pointedly, laughing again when you pointedly stare at the ground.

Thankfully, Tech provides a convenient distraction by walking outside and getting Echos attention. Only half-listening, you hear the two of them talk about a small, but very specific part he needs to make a repair on the ship. He suggests that the two of them go into the city to find what they need. At this suggestion, Crosshair exits the ship, saying that he also needed a few things and would go with them.

“I’ll go tell Wrecker,” you say before standing and returning inside.

A quick glance around tells you that Hunter is still sequestered in his bunk, and you walk headfirst into Wrecker as you turn toward the cockpit. You curse and say “Kriff, Wreck, I didn’t see you there,” which makes him laugh, loudly.

“Maybe you should take Tech’s goggles then, you’d have to be blind not to notice me,” he says, puffing his chest out a little.

“She will do no such thing,” Tech says from behind you as if summoned by his name being spoken. “We are going into the city for a number of items and should be out for a few hours,” he continues, glancing at you when he mentions the timeframe.

“I’ll go with you then,” Wrecker says, stretching. “I was starting to get bored,” he continues. “What about you?” He says, looking down at you. You shake your head, smiling softly at his poorly-hidden disappointment.

“Not this time big guy,” you say, and he brightens at the nickname. “My feet are still sore, and besides that, I feel a headache coming on.” Wrecker shrugs and goes outside, leaving you and Tech alone. Tech smirks at you, and you pretend not to notice before he also leaves.

Once everyone else has left, you busy yourself by organizing the ship's med kit. Realizing that you were running low on bacta spray, you comm Tech and inform him.

“Very well, I shall get some more while we are out,” he says. You thank him and you swear you can hear the smug expression on his face when he says “Would you like something for your headache as well?” You’re thankful nobody is around to see you start to sweat a little, that is until you hear movement from Hunters bunk.

“That won’t be necessary, thanks,” you say quickly before ending the conversation just as Hunter walks up to you.

“What’s that?” He asks. You tell him that everyone else has gone into town for supplies. “Huh, thought it was quiet,” he says, sounding distracted.

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask, looking him up and down. Even at a glance you could tell he was tense.

“I’ll be fine,” he says, brushing you off. “I’m taking a shower,” he says before going into the refresher. Now alone, you sigh heavily and decide to take a page from Hunter’s book and sit in your own bunk for a little while.

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In the refresher, Hunter strips and moves under the warm spray of the shower head, the smell of your arousal waning, but still detectable by him. Fighting desperately not to think about what you were doing in here earlier, he takes a deep breath to clear his head, but that was a mistake, as it only intensifies the smell. He sighs in defeat, unknowingly mimicking you when he leans back on the wall, and allows his mind to wander. What did you look like with soap suds slipping down your wet, naked body, he wondered. How would your skin feel against his? He feels himself stiffen as he imagines what your lips would feel like wrapped around his length, and lets out a groan. With everyone else out of the ship, he realizes that the two of you will be alone for some time. His thoughts swirl in his head, imagining finally being able to feel your tight heat around him. He groans again, a little louder, and automatically begins to stroke himself. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that you’re standing just outside with your ear to the refresher door.

You were basking in the rare silence on the ship, when you suddenly heard a loud groan from the refresher. You knew you were probably overreacting, but you stood from your bunk and moved in front of the refresher door, listening closely. Your first, admittedly naive thought was that his headache must be severe, until you hear him grunt even louder, followed by him repeating your name like a prayer. He curses abruptly, and you feel your core ignite with heat, knowing that he just came while thinking of you. Thinking quickly, you rush to close the ship’s open ramp. There’s the distinct sound of the shower head shutting off, and you are overtaken by a wild impulse to strip down before the door opens.There’s a great knot in your gut while you stand, naked, outside of the refresher door, waiting for Hunter to exit. Just before he does, you make a mental note to thank Tech later.

The door slides open, and Hunter, wearing only his bandana and a pair of grey sweatpants, drops his jaw and stares at you. In the few seconds before either of you move, you feel nauseous, wondering if this was a mistake. No sooner had the thought left your head, Hunter’s eyes darken and he begins breathing heavily. He grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you into a wild, desperate kiss.

The relief you feel is nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on yours, his tongue sweeping across your lips in a silent request for entry. You oblige, and feel your knees shake as he slides his tongue along yours, the both of you getting a first taste of each other. You sigh into the kiss, and feel his hands move from your shoulders. One is now holding the base of your skull, keeping you as close to him as possible, while the other travels down your back and grabs a handful of your ass.

You break away, moaning and trying to catch your breath. Hunter takes this moment to tear his pants off before pulling you close for another desperate kiss. You move yourself against him and feel his substantial length pressing into your lower belly. You glance down, and it’s your turn to drop your jaw when you see his hard cock for the first time. It would definitely be a tight fit, but the idea sends a fresh wave of arousal through your cunt. Without a word you drop to your knees and begin stroking him, slowly at first. When you finally take the head into your mouth, Hunter growls, the animalistic sound making you shiver. Before you can move any further, he suddenly pulls away, and just as quickly picks you up as if you weigh nothing.

Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him again, still frantic. He carries you into the bunks, roughly dropping you onto his before moving to kneel over you. You reach for his cock again, but he deftly catches you by the wrist. In a surprisingly soft move, Hunter kisses your palm and looks into your eyes.

“Ladies first,” he says, and his voice is almost unrecognizable, filled with such powerful desire. Before you can react, he’s thrown your legs over his shoulders and dives straight into you.

You nearly scream when he plunges his tongue deep into your pussy; it feels light-years better than your own fingers. His strong nose bumps your clit and you keen, gasping for air. He shifts slightly, opening you up a little wider, and begins suckling at your clit while his calloused fingers work deep into you. Your eyes roll back in your head and you see stars as his fingers begin scissoring in and out, mouth still lavishing your clit. You feel that familiar tightening sensation in your lower belly, nearly ready to snap, when Hunter suddenly pulls away from you.

You sob out his name, making him growl again. He moves forward and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on him, and you get even wetter at the sensation, whining into his mouth. He pulls away and looks down at you, an almost predatory expression on his face. “P-please,” you gasp, shifting your hips in an attempt at friction.

“Please, what?” He says with a sharp grin. He settles back and ghosts a finger over your aching clit, making you curse loudly.

“Fuck! Please Hunter, make me cum!” You shout, and he immediately plunges his face back into your throbbing heat.

Moving away and replacing his tongue with a finger rubbing fast circles into your cunt, he looks up at you, and in a near-whisper, asks you to say his name again. “H-Hunter please, I’m so close!”

You see him shiver before returning his attention to your over-sensitive clit. He nips lightly at it, and you scream his name again as your orgasm rushes over you and your vision goes white. He releases his hold on you, letting your legs drop onto the mattress while you return from orbit. Once you are able to breathe semi-normally again, you move quickly and push Hunter backwards while holding his thighs open. He moans your name when you take him in your mouth.

As you begin to bob your head, working your way further down his shaft, he grunts and grabs your hair, tugging you further down. Your nose presses into the dark curls at the base of his cock, and you hum, making him growl again. You can sense that he’s close, so you continue to hum before swallowing around him, tipping him over the edge. His hands move from your hair to your shoulders, and his fingernails dig painfully into your skin. You barely notice; you are completely focused on swallowing every last drop of cum you can milk from him. Hunter goes limp, dropping his hands away from you and allowing you to slide his still hard cock out of your mouth with a slight cough.

You crawl up his body, resting your chin on his sternum while he attempts to catch his breath. You rub soothing circles into his pectorals and ask if he’s okay. He sits up, moving you with him, still gasping. When he’s able to speak again, he says in a shaky voice, “Fuck mesh’la, you’re almost too much.”

You sigh out a soft apology, which he waves away, saying it was worth it. You start to shift away from him, but he firmly grips your upper arm and says “Oh I’m not done with you yet,” in a husky growl. The sound makes you shiver again.

“You sure it won’t be too much for you?” You ask, and the genuine concern in your voice makes Hunter’s heart flutter, which takes him by surprise.

“I’ll deal with it,” he says, determined, before piling you into another kiss, this one softer than all the others. You start to run your fingers through his hair, but when you feel the sweat-dampened fabric of his bandana, an idea strikes you.

You sit back, moving your hands from his head to his shoulders. “Maybe you won’t have to,” you say. Hunter frowns at you, confused. You lean forward and give him a soft peck on the forehead before speaking again. “Do you trust me?” You ask quietly.

“Yes,” he says without hesitation, making your own heart flutter. You kiss him again as you loosen his bandana and slip it down over his eyes. As you re-tighten it, Hunter makes a sound of understanding and his hard cock twitches against your thigh. You kiss him again with a soft smile. “I want you to just lay back and let me take care of you,” you purr, softly pushing him backwards.

“Fuck mesh’la,” he whispers, “you sound so much clearer.” You cup a hand against his cheek and lightly run your thumb along his lower jaw.

“Didn’t you know?” You say, “when one sense is closed off, the rest are heightened?”

Hunter chuckles. “Tech mentions that at least once a week,” he says. “I’ve never really thought about it though.”

“With that in mind,” you say, your tone growing firm, “if at any point it gets to be too overwhelming, tell me, and I’ll stop everything.”

“My safeword is ‘clanker’ if that's what you’re getting at,” he says. You nod, then remember he can't see you. You press your forehead against his and tell him yes, that’s what you meant.

“You ready?” You say in a breathy whisper. He says yes, and you push him back into the mattress, a little more purposeful this time, chuckling. You swiftly move to straddle him, lining his cock up with your entrance. As you gradually sink down, he grabs your hips and you both let out a groan. “Kriff,” Hunter says through gritted teeth, “you’re so tight, you feel amazing around me.” You lean down and kiss him softly before whispering “good” into his ear, making him whine.

After another soft kiss, you straighten back up and start moving by grinding your hips in languid circles, making him moan as his grasp on you tightens ever so slightly. You ask him once more if he’s ready, and as soon as the confirmation leaves his mouth, you shift your weight to your knees, then slam yourself back onto his cock. He gasps at the same time you do. You’ve never felt so deliciously full in your life. You start slowly, eventually picking up the pace as you bounce. With every thrust, your moans get louder, and Hunter’s hold on your hips tightens further. Moving as steadily as you can, you faintly realize that you are definitely going to be bruised in the morning, but you don’t care in the slightest.

Picking up speed, you guide one of his hands to your breast, and he appreciatively massages the weight of it. He pinches your nipple and you clench around him, the two of you moaning in tandem again. You’re startled when Hunter suddenly sits up and takes your tit into his mouth, licking and nipping at the delicate skin and making you whimper. In rhythm with the movement of your hips, he begins thrusting into you, pushing even deeper and making your lower back tingle.

As he continues to hit a spot you didn't even know you had, the coil in your belly tightens like never before. Your movements become erratic, and Hunter’s own hips stutter. You lean forward, gripping his shoulders, and whisper “Cum with me, Hunter,” into his ear.

He moans your name multiple times as he holds your hips down as far as possible. You clench around him and the coil snaps at the same second his thrusts stop. You wrap your arms around him, unconsciously scratching into his back as you feel his white-hot release paint your walls. Hunter continues to fuck you through your orgasm, and kisses you deeply as you clench your tightest around his cock.

After taking a moment to reorient yourself, you untie the bandana around Hunter’s eyes and slip it down around his neck. He looks at you with pure adoration in his eyes and kisses you as he pulls out. He exhales sharply at the sight of his cum leaking out of you. Thinking quickly, he completely unties his bandana and gently cleans you up with it before anything can stain the sheets. He sees the surprise on your face and shrugs. “I got extras. Besides,” he says, pausing to hold it to his nose and inhale deeply, “You smell too fucking good to throw it away.”

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You wind up fucking in the shower, his strong arms supporting your ass as your legs wrap around him.

You’re almost tempted to go for a third round, but Hunter taps out, so you both take a proper shower and clean yourselves up. As you redress, you catch him staring at you.

“What?” You ask with a smirk, setting your hands on your hips. He chuckles and pulls you into a tight hug. After kissing you softly, he says “I’m still waiting to wake up, I’ve got to be dreaming.”

You blush, but pinch the back of his arm. Laughing at how he jerks away, you say “oh I’m real alright.” Hunter shakes his head in disbelief. After thinking for a moment, you speak again and say “so you dream about me often, then?” in a lightly teasing tone. To your surprise, Hunter looks away and stumbles over his words. You giggle and hold his face in your hands. “Don’t be embarrassed; I dream of you all the time too,” you say. The two of you press your foreheads together for a quiet moment, then continue putting your clothes back on.

You cram yourselves together in your bunk and take a long nap in each other’s arms. Eventually, you wake first, and quietly stand from your bed, smiling softly as Hunter stirs. You kiss his cheek and quietly say that you’ll be outside if he needs you. He snores in response, and you leave the bunks to open the ship's ramp. You fetch a canteen and sip from it as you watch the sun begin to set. The peace doesn’t last much longer, however, as soon enough you hear Crosshair and Tech arguing as the group returns.

You stand to make room as Crosshair passes you, grumbling about how they spent hours looking for a damn part that doesn’t exist. Echo follows, looking exasperated, and Wrecker is right behind him. He stops and says “good call staying here, your feet would have fallen off if ya came with us,” before entering the ship.

Tech brings up the rear, and as he hands you the bacta spray you requested, he smirks. You roll your eyes before asking what Crosshair was grumbling about.

“Ah yes,” Tech says, “After spending a few hours searching, I realized that this model of ship does not have the part I was looking for.” He looks pointedly at you and you grip his shoulder.

“Thanks Tech,” you say.

“Took you two long enough,” he says good-naturedly before following his brothers inside.

You stand by yourself for a little while, reflecting on the past few hours. The peace is suddenly broken when Wrecker loudly asks why Hunter is sleeping in your bunk. You laugh and shake your head before also returning inside, shutting the ramp behind you.

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Discussing Omega’s childhood on Kamino

Maybe I’m one of the only people curious about this as we’re all very hung up on Crosshair right now (understandable, I want our king back too), but I would really like a conversation between Omega and preferably Hunter, but anybody works fine, to delve into what her life was truly like on Kamino. How she was treated, raised, reprimanded, and how this all reflects on her relationship with the bad batch, and specifically in moments where their actions have fatherly intent behind them.

So, here’s what we know so far:

She was essentially raised by Nala Se.

She’s a first gen/holds unmodified Jango Fett DNA. Whether she was created at the same time as Boba, we don’t know, although it is unlikely.

Due to the fact she was unaltered, she must’ve been raised from infancy on Kamino.

She wasn’t allowed her own bedroom, so I speculate she either slept in the medical wing or had some sort of shared quarters with Nala Se.

She was frequently tested and experimented on, quite often against her will.

She was perceived to be property and nothing more than an evaluative source to help further Kaminoan research by everybody excluding Nala Se (potentially)

Her title role was a ‘medical assistant’.

She didn’t have a very warm relationship with the other clones, as we’ve seen they labelled her a “lab scrapper”.

She made friends with the existing medical staff, who were all droids.

And that is essentially it. Of course, we can make speculations, (a few of mine are: she must’ve been tormented by the other cadets for not being like them, she knew 99 and he kept her company whenever Nala Se left her alone, and that although she was educated accordingly for her medical training and basic education, she was very sheltered from things without ‘purpose’ to her life (as we all know, the Kaminoans don’t do anything without purpose) but we don’t actually know anything else about her time on Kamino!

First of all I really want to know WHY she was created. Taking into account she isn’t the same age as Boba (it’s very much suggested she isn’t, I mean she acts, looks, sounds and is treated significantly younger than Boba ever was), and Jango also didn’t request two unaltered clones, she must’ve been created a few years after Boba. Therefore, was Jango aware of her existence? And if he was, did he want her? Again, if so, what did Boba think of her? (We don’t actually see Omega’s reaction to being told she’s different, so although she might not have known of their exact relations to her, it’s very likely she could’ve potentially met Jango and Boba at some point.) So many questionsssss.

Moving on, I’d love to know more about her relationship with Nala Se. We’ve seen that the doctor has a soft spot for Omega, most definitely because she raised and grew to love her instead of deeming her a piece of property (not excusing Nala Se’s vile actions with the other clones, she can still rot, Omega has better parental figures now.), but was it always like that? Did she neglect smaller Omega for being just another clone? Before ‘Mega could show personality and differentiate herself, did Se still view her as nothing more then a test subject? How did that affect her relationship with Omega as a young child.

Speaking of which, what was Omega then like as a smaller child (hard to believe, she’s still so smol lmao), but I’m talking toddler age here. She is basically a regular person, going through regular human changes due to the fact she isn’t altered, which means she would’ve had all of those wretched toddler phases that parents dread. We can most likely assess that she was playful and curious, she still is now, bless her, but how was it received? Smaller children don’t have the complexity to understand the level of technicality that the Kaminoans work at, she wouldn’t have understood the necessity of sitting still and behaving, would she have been severely reprimanded? Was Nala Se nice to her about it? How was she raised to interpret mannerisms of other people in regards to this?

Furthermore, I want to know what tests they were performing on her too. She’s clearly important due to her first hand DNA, but before that was an asset, before the Kaminoans needed that, what were they doing to her? Why were they testing on her? How much pain was she in? Did she receive any comfort afterwards or was she expected to dry her eyes and get on with it? (I’m speculating it was the latter.) I need to know what they were doing and why. What was the purpose!

Her entire previous life is a huge mystery to us and I want to know more! And I hope I’m not the only one!

Just looking at her precious little face hurts because we know she didn’t receive the ideal childhood, if anything it was borderline abusive (I mean, not just testing on her, but the mind games the Kaminoans played with this poor kid, the fact she was well aware she was just an asset to their research and yet she constantly received mixed messages. It’s no wonder she idolised the bad batch so much; they seemed to be the only people who hadn’t either treated her like garbage at some point up until then, or died. Honestly despite the few slip ups, props to them for actually taking her in and being decent towards her.

I mean, this isn’t the purpose of this post, but just look at the comparisons.

She finally receives her own bedroom.

Said bedroom isn’t even a proper room, but they made do with what they could. She even acknowledges this and she still absolutely loves it. It’s decked out just for her with fairy lights, blankets and toys.

As said, she actually owns toys now, we don’t know if she ever did on Kamino, but I’m speculating it was most likely very few if any at all.

She has her own weaponry and equipment, she’s actually being assisted to defend herself and her squad, she’s gaining knowledge the Kaminoans wouldn’t have ever dreamed of giving her.

As we’ve seen with the amount of times she runs to Hunter for protection, she trusts them immensely. They’re doing everything right to gain her apprehensive trust so quickly.

And of course it isn’t just with Hunter (I’m a stan so pardon my consistency with bringing him up) but she’s the same with the entire batch, even Cross to a very mild extent! She trusts Wrecker with her life, she forgave him so easily after the Bracca incident because she knows the difference between someone purposefully trying to hurt her and them having no control over their actions.

We see she’s been patient with Echo and Tech, she loves to listen to them, she’s picked up on Tech’s dialect (as seen in episode seven) and she trusts him to help her whenever necessary, she has such a touching bond with Echo too, their little interactions melt my heart.

I could rant for hours about her bond with Hunter, so maybe that should be it’s own post at some point, but honestly just how she always seeks him out specifically for comfort, protection and reassurance. It’s so beautiful.

The way she’s addressed Crosshair over their few co-existent moments too. She’s tried to reassure him it isn’t his fault, because she knows it isn’t, she trusts him because she has no reason not too, everything he’s done and said to her hasn’t been within his control.

These are all severely different reactions to how she responds to both the Kaminoans on planet, whenever they’re mentioned, and from what we know in regards to how they treated her.

I’m repeating myself from a previous post here but honestly petition to give Megs all the hugs in the universe. She deserves ‘em. 💛

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punemy-spotted · 3 years

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The Price You Pay Chapter 3: Counteroffer

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader, Senator!Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con elements, Dub-Con, Dark!Fic, Abuse of Legal System, Murder, Character Death (minor, possibly major), Love Triangle, Political AU, Mafia AU, Workplace Sexual Harassment, Abuse Mentions, Possessive/Obsessive Characters, Other Chapter-Specific Warnings May Apply, Possible Dead Dove: Would Not Eat

Chapter Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements Continue; Dub-Con; Angst; Politics; Possessive/Manipulative Behavior; Spanking; Choking; Crying; The Dove is Probably Dead: Do Not Eat

Chapter Summary: The return of an old friend brings back the ghosts of old memories.

Chapter 1; Chapter 2

Notes: Shorter chapters my ass, these outlines are getting unreal. Andy Barber has arrived, Steve Rogers does not approve, the Reader bears the consequences. Things are going to be angstier from here on out and I can feel it in my bones. Please don’t yell at me — or do, your feedback is well-loved and appreciated even if it’s yelly.

Not beta-read, these sins belong to me and me alone.

You met Andy Barber fresh from the ashes of his divorce, escaping the gossip and scandal and pain of his past life only to dive into the gossip and scandal and pain of politics. Senatorial campaign, in need of an aide and a law student desperate to do more for the people than hours in clinics and mock trials. Hungry for something grassroots, angling for the impossible.

A match. Whether made in Heaven or Hell feels irrelevant now, long ago as it was.

It was then. This… is now.

Hey Sunshine, didn’t think you’d be able to make it.

He looks the same. Keeps the same beard. Same hair. It’s uncanny and familiar and safe all at once and you slide into the booth with your purse by your side and feel genuinely smiley for the first time in a long time.

It’s been a while since I heard that name.

Yeah? It’s been a while since I got to use it.

The silence is heavy, unwelcome, unwieldy, a reminder of the space between what was and what is.

How’re you doing? Last I heard you were making a name for yourself taking down the…

He trails off, eyes fixed on the slide of your gaze, the sudden interest in a drink menu you wouldn’t normally touch, the tremor of your lips. A man doesn’t serve as Assistant District Attorney for the many years he has without picking up tells.

Sunshine.

Andy…

It’s a warning, a plea, a… confession, all at once, and all the dogged determination in the world can’t hold against the break in your voice, in your control. You’ve cried more in the past few weeks than you can recall and now here he is, soulful eyes and a worried expression and he’s never hugged you really, but suddenly you might want it just that much more.

Don’t be an idiot.

It’s dangerous, your stress, and you know it.

Dangerous enough to send you into the arms of the next safe thing — this is why you don’t do this, isn’t it, this reaching out bit, but no advocacy group on the planet is going to save you from yourself today.

I saw… I saw you win that case. Pretty brutal, standing up to the Syndicate, and getting what you did. He steamrolls past the way you wince, his thumb on that metaphorical bruise and pressing, the Prosecutor’s dogged determination demanding answers, I have a friend in the office, he was convinced you’d be climbing the ranks.

Every word is a twist of the knife, couched in quiet concern, gentle admonition, a warm hug in a smoky tenor and you want to tell him everything, you want to break down in his arms and tell him every word, every buried piece of you he never learned, everything that’s led you to this.

You don’t.

You know better than to trust him too. No one’s going to take care of you but you so instead you shake your head and wave it off and Decided going into the private sector was the better option — one big win doesn’t really make up for the stress, you know.

Private sector. That’s what you’re calling the SHIELD Syndicate now? C’mon, Sunshine…

Look. It’s the Syndicate’s New York, when he made the offer it was… safer than saying no. It’s a cushy position anyway, and I didn’t want anyth—

He doesn’t believe you. He doesn’t believe you and you’re digging a hole trying to explain your way out of it so you just… shut up, shaking your head, It’s not important. I’m fine. I’m more curious about you — what year is it now, your fourth? What are you doing in New York?

The deflection works, but the look on his face is obvious — you’re not getting out of this so easily. He gives in for now, just for now, for you.

Almost fifth, gearing up for re-election. Had a meeting up here… about the organized crime situation for both states, and I remembered you were in the area.

Oh. You… it’s been a while since we talked, you remembered?

You expect me to forget you, Sunshine?

That stops you in your tracks, or whatever road your mind had been racing on, thoroughly not enjoying the defensive you’ve been on since you met with Steve, constantly under watch and waiting for yet one more shoe to fall on you.

That’s fear, sweetness.

Andy…?

You were the best campaign aide I had — I told you then too, I would have made you Chief of Staff if you’d let me.

It’s a good save. A clever save, and you want to believe it more than anything, want to believe it was all business and no pleasure because the alternative makes your nails bite into the table and want to turn tail before he can say another word and he… sees that panic flicker over your face so keenly it’s almost embarrassing.

You’re not used to this.

You’re not used to the warmth of his eyes when he searches your face for the answers you can’t give voice to. You’re not used to the way he reaches for your hand and rests it over your fingers, curling around your palm like he might actually keep you close and keep you safe and keep you free of the demons you made a part of yourself too.

Sunshine, why does his voice have to be so soft, why does it have to sound like molten honey on your senses, why does he have to say your name like it’s the very definition of the word hope, If you’re not safe…

No. No you’re not, tell him tell him the truth, tell him you’re atoning for the girl you could not protect tell him you aren’t worth it tell him this is your penance tell him you signed a death warrant tell him tell him tell him.

Andy, really. I’m fine. It’s a good job.

It’s a shit lie.

He drops it. Drops it just long enough for a waiter to finally come by, for his hand to leave yours while he talks through the wine menu. Drops it long enough for you to check your phone, realizing with horror that you must have silenced it absentmindedly sometime on your way here.

Ten missed calls.

All from Steve.

And one text, stamped from just five minutes ago.

[SMS] Either you pick up your phone or I pick you up, Counsel.

The next one comes right before your eyes, a picture of a map and a GPS pin. Your location.

You glance up at Andy, still talking to the waiter about the small plates options, feign a smile and Go ahead and choose, you have better taste than me, and return to staring at the picture and the three dots at the bottom of your screen, waiting to see his next message.

[SMS] Make your choice.

The haptic feedback of your keyboard feels like an electric shock with every letter, hurried fingers until you manage to tap out something that won’t immediately put the man in front of you in the crosshairs of the most dangerous organization in New York.

You can’t do that to him. You can’t.

[SMS] I’m at a dinner with a friend.

[SMS] And since I know there’s no emergencies pressing, I’d like my time, thank you.

You have the good sense to set it next to you this time, watching your screen light up with whatever furious response he sends next, glancing over only occasionally every time another one comes through. Don’t let him control you. Don’t let him think you’re at his beck and call.

You’re not.

You’re free, you’re free and you’re going to prove it.

Sunshine? What’s going on?

His voice cuts through the haze of panic like a knife and you swear you don’t mean to jump but you do and there’s no denying what he notices, eyes narrow and lips turned down in a sharp scowl, Sunshine…?

You are not that girl. You cannot be that girl, never again.

Steel. Steel yourself, flash him a smile, take a sip of the ice water left in front of you while you’d been checking your phone, reset yourself. Steady. Steady on.

Don’t let them know.

Nothing, nothing, just the boss — let him know I was busy.

Why is he texting you after hours? The Syndicate can’t be that busy.

He’s too watchful for your own good. Probably just making sure I’m staying out of trouble.

Are you?

Are you calling yourself trouble, Senator?

You like this. You can handle this, the trading of jokes, the crooked way he smiles. His eyes are a little more distant than you remember but you can still see them sparkle softly when he suppresses a laugh, lighting up properly when the joy reflects in them.

Briefly, you wonder when the last time he really laughed was.

By the time dinner is over, his hand, warm and steady, is back on yours as you talk — and for a moment you almost enjoy the way he runs his thumb over your knuckles absently, like he’s making careful appraisal of each one. Could use your skills for the re-election campaign, you know.

Really? You’ve got a gorgeous approval rating, what are you afraid of?

Not having my good luck charm on the staff.

Andy…

I’m dead serious, Sunshine, you ran that ship. You were what, a 2L? Rising 3? You had canvassing down to a science. We need that energy down on the Hill.

The curve of his fingers is a little tighter now, squeezing yours, like proof of his earnestness and oh, you want to keep believing him. You need to keep believing him.

There’s so much in New York I have to get done first. And besides, you know me. I want a life on the bench.

Justice Sunshine, and it sounds absurd when he uses your nickname and it sounds so real when he uses your nickname and in the warm smoke of his voice those contradictions can live together all at once.

That’s the one. Closest you’ll see me to Washington is when I’m appointed to the Supreme Court. It’s a dumb, arrogant, silly joke but it’s the same one you used to make with him over drinks, teasing him about his political goals and making him promise to “go easy on you” at your eventual Senate confirmation hearing.

It’s the one that makes him crack that too-beautiful crooked smile while he takes a sip of his drink — hiding the curve of his lips behind the rim of a heavy glass.

Well. If you ever decide to ditch—

Ever decide to ditch what?

The world moves in slow motion: hearing the low growl from behind you; Andy Barber looking up and rising to his feet, his hand slipping from yours with just the ghost of his comfortable touch to assure you; Steve Rogers coming into view as you turn, flanked by the not-entirely-unfamiliar faces of two of his enforcers — it looked like Wilson and Banner had been selected this evening — and the sudden pressure of knowing you’ve done something terribly, terribly wrong.

You stood me up, Counsel. Steve’s voice is a threat, a half-drawl as you stand up and face him, Andy right behind you, Something wrong with taking my phone calls?

She was busy, the sound of Andy’s voice is a balm to your soul and fuel to Steve’s fire, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he grits his teeth and resists the temptation to throw the first punch — you can see the fingers of his right hand curling into a fist, can’t you? The slow curve, the watching, wondering if you’ll make the right choice now that someone has chosen to try to lead you astray.

And who the fuck are you? If he can’t get you to respond, he’ll get something from the man talking for you, eyes trained on him like he’s debating whether his own frustration will make this interloper turn to nothingness and return you to his arms where you rightfullybelong.

Do you? Rightfully belong?

Senator Andy Barber. The title practically knocks the wind out of Steve’s sails and you can see it — he may be the Captain here, King of New York, ruler of his domain but he’s not stupid enough to openly attack a man with connections beyond the Syndicate’s web of influence. It’s a comfort and it’s not, all at once.

The room is still, vibrating with tension, the two men staring daggers at one another and you caught in the middle. I worked on Senator Barber’s campaign when he first ran for election, you manage out in some vain hope it might explain and mollify, only to be thoroughly disappointed — and judging by the way Banner winces, only to dig your grave further.

We’re talking about this later, Counsel. You’re coming home.

And what gives you the right to give her orders? You really are going to have to look back at Andy and beg him to not make this worse. You really are going to have to let him see your face, see that you’re afraid, sweetness. He’s not going to let you go easy and this should not terrify you as much as it does.

Senator Barber. It’s fine. Something must have come up,turning to face his burning eyes, until his face softens like he’s seeing you for the first time. And is he? Is he seeing how you just need him to let it go, let you go, drop the protectiveness and step back?

He has to, because he does, nodding before he grabs his coat and glances to the host station. If you say so, Sunshine. Take care of yourself. He doesn’t press, not knowing when he’s beat but knowing when you don’t want him to. When you’re not safe.

And Steve Rogers offers you his hand to walk you out.

And just what the hell did you think you were doing!?

Oh, and you control my time off the clock now too?

He dragged you back home.

No. Not to your apartment, that sanctuary away from all this you’d been allowed to keep as part of the “deal.” His home, the bedroom where you signed yourself away, the space he unraveled you and left you tangled in your new life.

He dragged you back home, in the grim silence of the backseat of his car and you waited. Waited for the inevitable explosion, the one prefaced by Wilson’s nervous looks and Banner’s cautious stare.

This explosion, where he rounds in on you, where livid is still too tame a term.

Meeting with a Senator? Ignoring my calls? I told you, you were mine tonight.

And I told you I had plans.

After I told you that you were mine, Counsel.

Okay. That’s true, even if you’re loathe to admit it.

Plans adjust. Andy wanted to—

Oh, Andy now? I thought it was Senator Barber? You’re really familiar with him, aren’t you, Counsel?

Just what the fuck are you implying?

Maybe you need a reminder of who you belong to.

He loves to do this. Wrap his big hand around your throat, remind you just how easily he can impose his power onto you, watch your protests die behind your eyes when you realize how useless words are in the face of his violence.

The furious look in your eyes is something to behold, the way you embed your nails into his wrist to try and drag him off you, all soft snarls and indignant huffs, You fucking asshole…

You’re mine, Counsel, and don’t you forget it. You gave yourself to me, remember?

Like I… like I had much of a choice, breathy, furious, and clawing at him.

Doesn’t matter. You’re mine, and clearly I need to make sure you know it…

Steve—!

Captain, sweetness, Captain, and don’t you forget it.

There’s a moment, when anger becomes transcendental, when it turns into something cold and calculating and prepared, when a plan forms behind his eyes and you watch as he looks down at you, so full of fury and fear all at once and you watch as he leans in so close and you feel his hand slide until he has you by the back of the neck, until his thumb is the thing pressing under your chin to keep your eyes on him, until the heel of his hand is the thing keeping you from shouting at him further. Such a stubborn little bitch…

You can almost see the words forming in his mind, the ones his mouth won’t say, I could be so good to you, but he doesn’t say them, sliding his lips over yours instead and it is… soft. A capturing of your mouth with his, not caring that you protest, only insistent on leaving you breathless and hazy-eyed from each tug of his lips on yours and there stokes the warmth of more than your rage, a different fire rising in your core, unbidden and unwelcome but yours to own and his to play with.

He can sense it, practically feel it, that mad serum racing through his veins and making his nostrils flare as he pulls back and watches you, lets the scent of your perfume fill his senses like a drug he can’t get enough of and, I should hate you too, for this, whispered low and hushed and you barely catch it, don’t you? Barely, but enough, enough to remember it was said just before he pulls you down with him into the depths of his own lust.

And into his lap, it seems, as he drags you down, sitting on the bed with you draped over his lap, an effortless shift in his skillful hands. You can protest, and you do, even daring to try to pull away with a kick of your legs and an indignant, What the hell do you think you’re doing?But you know it’s all futile, useless as he places one heavy hand on your back and lets the other slide over the smooth chiffon of your blouse, tracing a line along your spine with careful, practiced ease.

Would have preferred this with a little more… circumstance, sweetness, but you need to learn a lesson now and drastic times call for drastic measures.

You can turn your head slightly, to look at him, that wild-eyed fury so sweet on your face and you are still a wild creature he needs to tame but he is patient and he can do this for as long as it takes.

But you’re a sight like this, draped over his lap in a pencil skirt and blouse, so put together and proper and now so prone to him, helpless under the appraisal of his hands and the way he takes no time in hiking your skirt up around your waist. Captain! Your protest is met with a low chuckle, especially as he lets his palm curve around the round swell of your ass, before leaving a light swat on the soft flesh, to draw a yelp from your furious mouth.

If that’s all it takes to get you shouting, sweetness, you’re going to hate what comes next, smug and cruel, as you try to hold yourself up enough to look at him, met with his smirk and the simmering fury still bubbling in his eyes. To say you’re in danger still is an understatement, no doubt, and you know it.

I won’t make you count this time, but piss me off again, sweetness, and we’ll just see how much you can take, you hear me?

Oh you loathe him, really and truly loathe him, hissing with anger and embarrassment, so close to twisting in his arms and clawing at him but remembering his size and just how much worse it could get — but then there lies the undercurrent.

The one you loathe too, more than you hated him, that warmth. Seeping into your core, a low heat kindled by the sly softness of his lips on yours and the sure tenor of his voice, low and soothing even as he promised damnation. The one that — just like now — leaves you flushed and writhing while he purrs threats to you, massaging the soft skin and sliding the lace of your panties down to remove all barriers to the sex he owns so surely.

You open your mouth to argue with him but as you do, you feel his hand lift from your flesh and then the resounding SMACK of palm on skin, turning words into nothing but a sharp cry of pain, surprise, and lust. The heat rises just as your body tenses, reacting to the sudden attack on your delicate form, cheeks flushed. Even as your eyes well with tears your sex strives to betray you and — Oh do you like that, sweetness? — damn him for noticing.

Let me go, Captain, the threat is shaky, your voice wavering with something like want and panic all at once, and all it does is draw another laugh as he soothes the stinging mark left on your cheek, gentle as a lover and four times as cruel.

Do you know what I think, sweetness? And another raise of his palm, to strike you once more, listening to the way that cry of pain and surprise turns into a soft, involuntary moan the moment he begins to soothe the ache, I think you need this. Always so uptight, trying to be the head bitch in charge, aren’t you? Just looking for someone to take over, take control, remind you where your place is.

His fingers slip further, more interested in exploring the soft slickness of your sex, listening to your protests die in your throat with every press of his fingers into your plush folds. That’s why I’m here, to keep you in my lap, all fucked and soft, sweetness. Don’t you worry, I’m going to take care of you. Even if I have to teach you just like this.

You should hate the way he talks, hates how he finds your center with effortless ease, like he’s known your body for years. Holding you down in his lap still as he draws mewling moans from you with every curl of his fingers, finding the proof of his accusations in the slick need coating your thighs, soaking his fingers, You’re making such a mess of me, sweetness. Are you going to be good?

Hiss at him. Snarl at him, buck your hips and twist in his arms, push him away. Do something more than what you are now, with red-rimmed eyes and tears staining your face, do more than listen to him talk, feel his cock pressing against you as you lay in his lap, I’m going to ask it one more time, sweetness. Are. You. Going. To. Be. Good?

He punctuates each word of his question with a harsh smackagainst your ass, leaving little time for you to do more than cry out, until the last spank draws something like a moan from your perfect lips and therein lies your surrender for tonight, that soft mewl of pleasure born of pain and he soothes you again with soft shushes and gentle touches, back to inspecting the renewed slickness of your cunt, back to enjoying that plump tightness wrapped around his fingers and back to trying to control the shift of his own hips and you can feel him, hard against you, needing you as much as he is compelling your body to need him.

Captain… a low, desperate sort of mewl, the squirm of your body less to escape and more to enticeand he notices. Notices the way your fingers try to cling to him, notices how you look so very sweet when you’re so very desperate and in some way this is your own game of control, a push and pull and the curl of his fingers is suddenly so much angrier, driving you to the precipice of the fall and you are tumbling, tumbling down into a darkness of want you may never recover from.

Say it again. Tell me you need me, sweetness, tell me you need me and I’ll give you everything, and there’s an edge to the way he says everything, like he might meanit, like he might give you the world if you just gave in and you hate him, sweetness, you hate him but you need the things you hate once in a while and you can’t keep bearing his fury on your body and so you sob out your surrender and whine—

I need you, Captain, please…

And that is enough.

Let him believe you.

#steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #mob!steve rogers x reader #dark!fic #steve rogers smut #andy barber smut #this fic is murdering my ass

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happytroopers · 3 years

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Sick days // Hunter x reader

My google history search after this: what do they call toilets in Star Wars? Star Wars rabies?

Summary: I would do anything for Hunter, even take care of him when he has food poisoning. I saw a sick day prompt list and didn't end up using anything but it inspired this cluster fuck

TW: throwing up, alcohol mention but no use, bad writing I just love him ok

"Hey, have you seen Hunter? I need him to sign off on some damage reports." You announced as you entered the cockpit of the ship as it barreled through hyperspace, throwing a pointed look at Wrecker who was the main reason for most of aforementioned damage reports.The other members of Clone Force 99 made some sort of acknowledgment of your existence. Wrecker grinned obliviously at you as continued doing bicep curls with a GONK droid while Tech made brief eye contact with you before going back to some sort of machinery he’d dissected. Crosshair was the only one to actually somewhat answer your question, giving you a sassily quirked eyebrow and motioning down with his toothpick. "I’m assuming that super vague motion would mean he’s in the cargo hold?" You pressed but you had already turned around to go find the sergeant. "Should we tell ‘er?" You heard Wrecker ask but when no one answered him, you assumed things would be fine. Besides after almost a year with the Bad Batch, you’d walked in on them in all sorts of compromising moments. Nothing would surprise you anymore.

After popping down the ladder into the cargo bay, you did a cursory sweep. Crosshairs rifle was disassembled on a crate for cleaning, more of Tech’s mechanical experiments in a heap by the bay doors, your own trunk of belonging… but no sign of Hunter. "Hunter? Are you down here?" You poked a little further into the sleeping quarters, like any room that housed four soldiers who didn’t know how to mop, the smell chased you right back out. Shaking your head you thought to yourself, That should be considered a hazard zone. You paused by the fresher to listen for water running but heard nothing, which officially meant Hunter hadn’t been anywhere you checked, Hell, did he jump out of an airlock? Just as you were about to give up, you heard an awful noise come from the fresher. Like a bantha dying in a fire. Did some animal stow away? Absentmindedly you considered getting Wrecker to handle it- the last thing you needed was contracting some planet-specific strain of rabies. But then you considered that in the process, Wrecker would probably destroy the entire bathroom. And then everyone would be without a bathroom for the next two days… and that could get ugly. Then the noise came again, bringing you out of your mental debate. With a heavy sigh, you decided you’d have to check it out yourself. So, after pulling a random tool off your belt, you let the door slide open. To your surprise, Hunter was the first thing you saw, bent at the waist over the vac tube, bracing himself with one shaking arm against the durasteel wall. His helmet was discarded carelessly two feet closer to the entrance, and the enhanced trooper was heaving breaths, looking rather haggard. Almost stupidly the first thing that came out of your mouth was, "Oh my God, did the animal do this to you?" Hunter actually startled, which had never happened before. He was impossible to sneak up on, it was his whole thing. When he did look up at you, he looked confused, among other things. His skin pallor was four shades lighter than it was supposed to be, slightly greenish gray, and dew dropped with sweat. "Animal? What animal?" "The animal that made that-" You cut yourself off suddenly feeling dumb, now lamely dropping your defense tool. Then the disbelief, "Oh my- that noise was you?" He didn’t get the chance to answer again, instead turning his head back towards the vac tube to wretch again. Now with that information, the haggard appearance made more sense. "Hunter… you look like shit." You scolded, hesitantly moving closer, “Like, legitimately corpse like.” The sergeant coughed a bit before throwing you glare, “Thank you, (Y/L/N), that’s very helpful. Did you need something?” Damage reports long forgotten, you ignored the question instead more concerned with the trooper in front of you, “Why the hell are you standing like that? What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”

Hunter was confused with this sudden line of questioning, turning his head to gag a little bit but this time he kept it under control to answer you, “Clones don’t get sick.”

“So this is normal for you?” You snarked right back, “Here, try kneeling, it won’t take as much of a toll on your body like that.”

At first he didn’t listen to you, just when the ship hit a patch of turbulence it triggered another wave which forced him to a knee. Then it hit you, clones don’t get sick, they’re engineered with near perfect immune systems.

“You’ve never been sick before have you?” You whispered sympathetically, he legitimately didn’t know how to handle being sick. Frowning, worried welled up in your stomach. It was almost painful to watch the man be so sick, after all how many times had he saved you or helped you out of a tight spot, so you looked away until he quieted again. This time he took a minute to catch his breath so you took some liberties.

“First, let’s get your hair off your neck and face. You’ll feel less gross.” You promised, going behind him to gently scrape his long hair into a makeshift bun and tie it off with a spare hair tie.

“What are you doing?” He croaked, but didn’t pull away from your hands.

“Taking care of you, now shut up and let me.” While your voice was still kind, you were just stern enough not to argue with you, “Now, lean up.”

You didn’t wait for him to follow the orders, instead you started unfastening pieces of armor on his arms before moving on to the chest and torso pieces. Moments later he was able to move a little freer and his armor from the waist up was neatly stacked to you right.

“There, that should help with the overheating.” You announced, not mentioned how he couldn’t bend over properly with a piece of plastoid against his abdomen. You gave him another once over, he was taking deep breaths with his eyes closed, little baby hairs already escaping your rather pitiful man bun situation. You’d never seen him so vulnerable.

“So clones don’t get sick, why are you throwing up like my roommate after her twenty first birthday?” You asked quietly, gently moving the stray bits of his forehead.

“Would you believe that I ate an expired meal ration?” He asked with enough doubt in your voice that you immediately shook your head.

“You’re not that stupid Hunter.”

“I lost a bet with Crosshair and had to eat part of the Yalbec stinger. Tech did say it was a delicacy on some planets.” He sighed, dry heaving again.

“I also remember him saying it was mildly poisonous to humans.” You reminded him, going past him to the shelves that held shower things. Reaching into your own caddy, you produced a rag before wetting it in the sink.

“Yeah, I lost the bet before he enlightened us.” Hunter admitted, visibly relaxing when you put the cold rag on his neck before sliding into a sitting position next to him, “How do you know all this stuff?”

“Well, us normies get sick a lot.” You teased, laughing when you caught the disgusted look on his face, “But, I learned most of this stuff taking care of my hungover friends.”

“Oh, just your friends?” It was Hunter’s turn to sass you, but you just rolled your eyes. The two of you fell into a halfway comfortable silence, so you took your data pad to do a little research on Yalbec poisoning.

“You don’t have to stay for this?” Hunter reminded you, using the back of his hand to wipe sweat off his forehead. When you looked back over to him, he was staring at you. Even when puking, his eyes could stare straight through you. Hurriedly, you dropped your gaze back to your data pad.

“Well, you spend all your time taking care of them,” you motioned up towards the cockpit, “And me. So someone has to look out for you when you need it, you don’t have to suffer alone.”

His eyes softened as he relaxed slightly, you were glad to see his coloring was already getting better. But after a few moments, even the softness of his stare brought a flush to your cheeks so you just cleared your throat, “Well, the good news is that the holonet says someone of your size and weight will be fine. Symptoms should pass within twelve hours at the most, and it’s already been five.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

Your head snapped back up, he rarely ever called you by your first name. Somehow it almost felt intimate.

“Of course, Hunter.”

You scooted a little closer so that your knees would touch. Closer than you had ever been to him, but he didn’t scoot away. You smiled at the small contact, shaking your head.

“Can I impart on you a bit of civilian wisdom?” You asked teasingly, not even waiting him to nod. You took the rag off his neck and used it to dab sweat off his forehead, “Don’t eat random things on a dare, especially things you cut off foreign animals.”

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

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sassshime · 3 years

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A/N: Another “Kiss me just once for luck” inspired fic. A contrast/counterpart to the Crosshair fic I wrote here: link

-------------------------------------------------------------------- Series: Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch Pairing: Hunter x reader Warnings: None. Just fluff and teasing. Slight implied angst? --------------------------------------------------------------------

The space between. A few inches from each other. To close the gap would resolve this tension between you and Hunter. He towers over you and your head tilts up at him, both of you holding your breath. Your eyes half-lidded as you stare at his lips and back to his eyes. Neither of you dare to make the first move, but he wants you to. You can see it from the way he studies your face.

This dance, the quips and the playful jabs have been going on from as long as you can remember. Through missions even the most inappropriate times in a gun fight. You've known Hunter as the most patient among all of the Bad Batch, but even patience has its limit when subtle affections and sweet nothings are traded to each other.

Your soft hands resting on his neck in contrast to his calloused ones on your waist, his thumb moves slowly in an up and down motion. With minutes feel like hours, his resolve on waiting for you falters as he closes his eyes and leans in.

...

Your palm, the connection he wasn't expecting with his lips. You give a kiss on his tattooed cheek in his confusion. With his furrowed eyebrows, disappointment radiates. If the sergeant is hard to read, well, he lets you read into him right now especially with the smug look you're giving him. He holds your hand on his mouth, moves it away as he gives an unimpressed look.

"You asked for a kiss, but not specifically where." You cut him off the moment he opens his mouth. He lets out a breath from his nose. You're not wrong. He can't meet your quip at this time... or so you thought. Your hand still held in his, he moves it closer to his tattooed side and rests his face on your palm. Hunter closes his eyes, a relaxed sigh leaves him before he opens his eyes again. Soft gaze meets your smug ones. It breaks you.

The way he looks at you. He wipes away that smirk off you without even trying.

Your breath hitches. Hunter doesn't need his heightened senses to know the effect he has on you like you have on him. To push it even further, he brushes his lips on each of your fingers. You stare at him with your cheeks flushed red, and lips slightly parted.

To feel you and see you like this is enough for him.

Hunter moves your hand away gently, his lips grazes your knuckles before he lets go. Your other hand moves to reach out to him, unable to bear to part away from each other's intimacy. Your thumb traces his lower lip then down to his chin, but you don't move any further. He notes your hesitance.

You are afraid. Loss. Grief. Distress. It has taken a toll on you in this raging war.

His hands find themselves on your waist again, distracting you from your thoughts. Yours already between his neck and shoulder. The same position earlier yet the tension gone, only to seek comfort from each other, forehead to forehead.

"Catching feelings for me, cyar'ika?" The same question he had asked a thousand times when tender emotions seeps through cracks from your proud and hardened shell.

I don't mind catching feelings for you. These words, your usual answer he loves to hear, caught in your throat.

"A little bit," An understatement you admit. A different answer that did it. The genuine soft smile he gives makes you weak on the knees. He knows.

You kiss him near his mouth this time and pull away to compose yourself. His hand reaches yours, just as unprepared to be relieve of your warmth. You give a reassuring squeeze.

This won't be the last time.

"Make it out alive and you'll get your real kiss." You say playfully, back to your stubborn self, but fondness and longing obvious in your expression mirrors his. Hunter hums, not minding if you keep your word or not about the reward. He feels your fingers slide away from his palm, the absence of your touch makes him yearn for more, as he watches you walk away for both of you to go about your business.

The war is near its end and he will be there when you're ready.

#my writing #fanfic #ficlet #star wars #no plot only tropes #i live for the fluff #the clone wars #the bad batch #sw: tcw #tbb #hunter #clone force 99 #hunter x reader #hunter x you #crosshair

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leavingkamino · 3 years

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dark red; prologue

Summary: In which the Empire also leaves Crosshair standing on that landing platform. And you, a friendly neighborhood smuggler, make an unplanned stop on Kamino for reasons you yourself are not entirely sure of. Just a feeling you had, maybe.

Pairing: Crosshair/Reader, Crosshair/You

Rating: T

Warnings: Some angst

Word Count: 623

A/N: I'm so nervous to post this here lmao I made a new side blog specifically for my writing and this is the first thing on it. It's short, but I plan on getting chapter one up within the next day or two.

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He knows why he didn’t just leave on the ship with them. He’d made his choice, gone through too much to get where he was now and he couldn’t turn back. But some part of him seemed to feel weird about it. Should he have? Something in him snapped abruptly. Damn it all, he couldn’t think about it right now. Because right now he was perpetually stranded on this landing platform, water on all sides.

Surely the Empire would send scouts eventually, wouldn’t they? He’d followed orders. Up until the end at least. But everyone else who had witnessed what had happened in that training room was gone. The entire squad under his command was dead—he assumed ES-02 never made it out either—but he still mattered to the Empire, didn't he? They’d removed his inhibitor chip to prove so and he chose to stay even after because this was who he was. The Empire gave him power and purpose and in return he was a loyal, good soldier. A sudden sharp pain in his head jerked him out of his thoughts and he brought a hand up to it with a hiss.

The sound of engines above caused him to look back up and he was relieved to see two scouts flying in his general direction. But they didn’t stop for him, to his surprise. Crosshair witnessed them circle around the smoke still rising over the water, observing, and then they left. Leaving the atmosphere of the planet and then jumping to lightspeed. Once again, he’d been left alone.

He didn’t know how long he had stood there staring out across the water. The sunlight was unsettling as he watched the smoke start to dissipate a bit more. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling right now, he couldn’t seem to find the words to describe it with. He was created there, he’d grown up there, but he didn’t like it there. To him, Tipoca City had never felt like a home. And yet his thoughts still involuntarily drifted back to their barracks.

He wouldn’t miss the smell, that's for sure. He recalled back to how...lived in it had been when they were still all together. Tech's organized clutter from all his miscellaneous projects all throughout the space. A lot of Wrecker’s things were always strewn about as well. Crosshair pictured the mission tally on the wall, probably a hundred feet below sea level now, never to be added to again. Echo’s hammock that he and everyone else had rigged up between the window and Tech’s bunk—since the room was only outfitted with four. Their squad’s insignia on the wall of Hunter’s, painted on there some time during their training days.

Crosshair suddenly remembered the group picture Hunter had insisted they take shortly after Echo had joined them.

And then he let out a yell. A long and frustrated one. No one could hear or see him finally lose it for once anyway. And when he was done—his voice almost hoarse—he crashed to the ground on his knees. He breathed heavily and his heart pounded. His head throbbed to an almost overwhelming degree and his eyes stung with tears from the exertion. He closed them, laid on his back and then promptly passed out.

It could’ve been minutes, or hours, maybe even a day or two. He didn’t open his eyes at all though. Not until he heard the tell-tale signs of a ship approaching. At this point he felt far too fatigued to care who it was, but he tried willing himself to lift up his head. He struggled and had only opened his eyes just a crack before his head hit the ground with a soft thud. Crosshair passed out again.+++

End Notes: I wrote the prologue while listening to "Lie Still and Fade" by Exist Strategy, "Distant Water" by Chelsea McGough, as well as "Leaving Kamino" from The Bad Batch soundtrack :)

Thank you for reading ❤

EDITED: 2/15/2022

rewording and fixed sentenced structure as well as a continuity error

#crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #crosshair #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch fic #tbb fic #bad batch fic #fic; dark red #my writing*#EDITED: 2/15/2022

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morganas-pendragons · 3 years

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Your Hands (I’ll Hold Them Anywhere) | Crosshair

[gif not mine, credit to the owner!]

Fic #3 - this one for the OG kid of mine, @mochiiluna - and my second attempt at writing Crosshair. This is probably shorter then it should be, but I thought a week of fics released during Christmas should be soft. Enjoy!

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You’re transfixed by his hands. They are not foreign, they’re immersed in the same things that you’ve become so intimately familiar with - worn, calloused hands that are constantly stripping guns or training or fighting.. hands that probably have blood on them despite his soul seeming as if it was once so gentle - and in spite of all of this, you still want to hold them.

Kriff.

There’s just something alluring about him. He’s constantly bickering with you and refusing to take care of himself, claiming he doesn’t need tended to by the medic even when he’s nearly bleeding out, constantly looking out for everyone else except himself, using that sharp tongue to draw the attention away from him and to whatever he’s griping about.

“What are you staring at?” Crosshair snaps, fingers curled tight around the pieces of his weapon as he cleans it for the fourth time in the last hour and a half. Tech had very kindly asked you to look in on his older brother as he tended to Wrecker who had come very close to being fatally injured on one of their missions. On Crosshairs watch.

“You.”

“Why? What’s there to look at?”

Crosshair’s heart is bleeding. You know it is. The entire Batch knows their brother favors you, he hasn’t made it clear but there are things he does that tell the other four that he’s fond of you. This is the first time you diffuse that ticking time bomb he calls a heart - desperately thrumming along inside his chest as his soul struggles to keep up with the rest of his body and his mind - by a very simple act.

You lay your hand on his own. To your shock, he doesn’t move it. His entire body deflates and sags inward as if that bleeding soul of his is trying to find yours to give him the comfort he needs from his guilt.

“Wrecker’s strong. He’ll pull through.” You say softly. You’d be lying if you said the stubble that’s beginning to cover his face didn’t add more attraction to him in general. He’s already an enigma. The facial hair just adds to the appeal of it. “Whatever you do, Cross.. Don’t let the guilt eat away at you.”

He takes your words to heart as you leave him alone to tend to his weapons.

The rifle lays in pieces when you find it again that night.

***

The second time Crosshair touches you - or your hands, more specifically, and the motion is initiated by him instead - is the first time that The Bad Batch insists upon the ‘’necessary training’’ you needed to be able to defend yourself when they weren’t around.

Maker forbid their medic was injured and Crosshair wasn’t around to protect you.

“Slip, take the gun.” Hunter demands, to which you insistently shake your head. They’ve created a makeshift training ground in the clearing where they’ve parked the Havoc Marauder in which you’ve been given one blaster and are tasked with nailing each target in front of you. “Slip.”

“Cross!” Wrecker munches on the chicken leg poised in his fingers and motions at Crosshair idly sitting on the ramp with a wave of his hand. “C’mere and show Slip how to use the rifle.”

Before Crosshair can pick up his sniper rifle, you pounce forward and grab it before his hands can take it, turning back to the clearing and aligning the end of the weapon with your shoulder.

You exhale a long, slow breath as the elite sniper of Clone Force 99 approaches your form.

“We need another long range sniper in this batch, Slip.” Crosshair’s hand wraps around your arm and trails up your bicep, gently easing the tension from your shoulders with calloused fingertips. It’s meant to make your shot less wide. To make your aim perfect. “Easy now. Just let the tension leave your shoulders and take a deep breath. Okay?”

You exhale slowly through your slightly parted mouth, desperately trying not to focus on how close he is to you and instead on the feeling of the sniper rifle in your arms.

“What now, Cross?” You ask, turning your head over your shoulder to look him directly in the eye.

“Now you look at your target instead of me,” He teases lightly. You turn your body back in the direction of the firing range and raise the sight to your eye. “Eye your target. Choose the areas in which the shots are the most lethal, which are-”

“Major organs. Probably the heart, the head... but that’s not always lethal.”

“Good. We’ll cover that more later, but now-” Crosshair begins, raising his hands to fix the position of your elbows and slowly easing himself forward until his body fits perfectly into the curve of your own. “Wrap your finger around the trigger like this.”

His fingers curl around yours.

“Squeeze,”

Your heart nearly gives out as his thumb traces circles against your hand.

“And fire.”

Your target nails itself right in the center of the heart.

The third time happens after The Republic falls. Now The Bad Batch’s secondary sniper, you’ve been trained in the art of self defense, hand to hand and weaponry in order to be better suited in protecting yourself.

Crosshair didn’t count on this being the first time he’d properly fear for both the life of a brother and you.

“Let her go.” Weakened by the lack of sleep and an unbridled fury towards the controlled vode who line the sterile and cold room - because it’s always cold on Kamino - Crosshair’s eyes narrow in on the brother who has his arm around your windpipe and a blaster pressed to your head so tightly that your eyes are wide and, for the first time ever, fearful. “I’m not asking you again.”

Before Tech can realize what’s going on, Crosshair is shouting something to you in Mando’a that’s similar to “evade’’ and your foot is jammed backward and into the most fragile part of the trooper behind you, to which he stumbles backward in a less then graceful manner and is nailed by a tray being launched across the room.

You collapse to the floor in a heap. You stop breathing for a solid ten seconds as the room fades and the noise becomes mute as you sink into the respite of your own head.

Crosshair. All your thoughts are on Crosshair. Cross, who had taken time and effort to ensure you were safe. The man who had risked his life for you time and time again, who had shown you parts of himself he didn’t dare show anyone else.

“You ever wonder what’s out there, after the end? Cause this is it. The end.”

“Sometimes.” It’s dark enough outside that the two of you can barely see each other and the sky is blanketed with stars, but Crosshair isn’t looking at them or the sights before him. He’s looking at you. “I think there’s something waiting out there for us. Something better.. or someone better.” He pauses. “Someone who makes this all worth it.”

The gun scatters across it and is picked up by Wrecker before Crosshair launches himself forward to hoist you off the floor, hands frantically brushing over your body and parting your hair away from your petrified expression to ensure you aren’t injured.

“Slip?”

Your eyes slowly flutter open as his hands, still resting on your face, are joined with your own. “Cross.” You murmur in relief, smiling just before Crosshair can catch your limp form in your arms.

“Stay with me, Slip.” He whispers. You’re not even sure he says it, but you can hear the desperation in his voice as Crosshair and the rest of The Bad Batch are sprinting through the sterile halls of Kamino and back to the ship they’d arrived in. Your world spins around you.

And as always, Crosshair’s hands are there to catch you when you fall.

“Cross-” Delirious and shocked, you tilt your head upward to acknowledge the sniper as he gently settles you into his cot. “Will you-Will you follow me anywhere?”

Crosshair presses his lips together. His hands are still tangled in your hair, thumbs gently moving up and down your temples as he glances over his shoulder to ensure his prone-to-eavesdropping brothers aren’t paying attention to him. He’s not keen on being vulnerable. Not keen on people knowing his heart.

Except you.

The sight of those stars flashing behind his eyes, Crosshair decides he has a better nickname for you.

“Lun’ika... Take these hands,” He wiggles his fingers for emphasis and leans forward to press a kiss to the furrow in your brow. “And I’ll follow you anywhere.”

#Crosshair #Crosshair x Reader #The Bad Batch #The Bad Batch x Reader #Star Wars imagines #Star Wars oneshots

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lokiwritess · 4 years

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Restless - Sergeant Hunter

I learned the spelling of sergeant halfway through this and that is all I have to say. Ps. We all know Hunter is secretly a softie who loves his brothers

The light rap of knuckles on durasteel was the first thing to pull you out of your trance in hours, maybe even a day. Nothing had managed to break your concentration: Not hunger, not thirst, not even the raging headache in your temples.

Exhaustion had you almost slipping away a few times, but you clung on to your last bits of energy like a drowning man would cling to a bottle of water.

Your hair was probably a mess, eyes half-closed, with the dark circles to prove the time you'd spent staring at the datapad in your lap. What had started from interest had turned into desperation quickly, leaving nothing but frustration in its wake.

If you didn't decrypt those files you would have failed another one of your friends.

"How's it going? Made any progress?", Hunter questioned.

The long-haired sergeant leaned against the doorway, arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes scanned the room in a fluid motion, settling on your figure.

"I got nothing.", you muttered in defeat. "Kix must've known that whoever was after him would try to find these files as well. I mean- how the hell am I supposed to open files protected against way smarter people?”

"He sent them to you. I doubt that he just chose a random person, that means that you know how to decrypt them. Just don’t know it yet."

"I just can't figure it out. I'm failing miserably. I need more time. What if I can't figure it out until it's too late?"

Hunter huffed, his soft footsteps echoing on the floor as he moved closer. He stopped right next to you, crouching down to be on the same level as you. But instead of trying to look at him, your gaze was fixed on the datapad once again, and on the transmission, you’d received while eating with the group.

This time, what broke your concentration was that Hunter just snatched the pad from your hands and turned it off.

“What are you doing?”, you questioned in shock, trying to reach for it.

But the Sergeant held it out of reach from you, laying it down on top of a monitor.

“You’ve been doing this for hours. Right now, you don’t need more time, you need food and rest.”

The ship was quiet, the only thing that you could hear the steady humming of the engines that kept the ship in its position. Too quiet, for the usually chaotic ship. There was no bickering, no arguments, no bets being made.

“Everyone already went to sleep, didn’t they?”

“They did, about eight hours ago. We let you be then but this isn’t healthy anymore.”

You couldn't help but protest as he grabbed your waist and made you stand on your feet. Wobbly feet, as you noticed. Did you sit on the floor in the command center for almost a day? How had you not noticed the way your muscles ached?

"Alright, let's go before you fall asleep on your feet."

"I really have to keep working on this. I’ll promise I’ll eat, but-”

"Tech will look into it while you do your part in being a functional member of the team. And that for you means eating and sleeping right now.", he cut you off.

"Did you just call any of us functional?"

He made a low sound that you had learned to identify as his way to express amusement. But he didn't stop moving, his hand on the small of your back gently maneuvering your tired body in the right direction.

"Stop protesting. Food first or sleep?"

You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness, while a yawn decided for you. "Sleep."

He hummed in agreement, reacting by laying his other hand on the crook of your arm and saving you from stumbling straight into a storage crate.

Touch was still something rare coming from Hunter, as you had come to realize in your time with the Bad Batch. Even though the limits of the team’s mutations and abilities were often unknown to you, it felt good to know that Hunter had gotten used to your presence so much that he didn't get overwhelmed as easily anymore.

His oversensitivity had reacted a lot to you in the beginning, rooted in your often subconscious use of the force, but now - with you in a resting state, with no one else around - he was fine. And your exhausted body relished in the warmth of the clone in his blacks.

You barely noticed Crosshair walking past you, the force signature of the sniper faintly floating by in a moment's notice. You had successfully relied on Hunter to not make you run into walls, half asleep already. Your mind had retreated into itself. It was just you, the quiet, and Hunter's presence. Exactly how you liked it.

Your senses only re-activated as you took a less familiar path.

"Why are we going to your room?"

Hunter's room was at the end of the corridor, as far away from the electricity and signals in the cockpit and command center as possible. Your’s was down the hall to the right. As one of the last people to join the crew of the Havoc Marauder you shared the last room - which also happened to be the smallest - with Echo.

The first couple of weeks you'd slept on the floor, just waiting for his nightmares to end what little sleep you’d had. And then the Bad Batch had started accepting you more and one-day Tech got so tired of hearing your shoulder crack every morning that they installed a make-shift second cot.

It took you a second to realize.

"Wait- Is Echo okay?" The words were slurred by your drowsiness. Before you, the door to Hunter's room swished open and he nudged you to move in. But a sense of panic had already settled in your bones.

Echo had been your friend long before he supposedly died. Long before things spiraled out of control, before you’d left the order and your friends. Before you lost so many people it would take you a while to count.

"He had a bad night. Wrecker is keeping him company to get him back to sleep."

"I should-" But as you turned around you simply walked straight into Hunter's chest.

"Absolutely not. You need to rest. And Echo is just as worried about your friend as you are. The last thing that's going to help him right now is your presence.", he bluntly stated.

Yep, that was Hunter. A bit rough around the edges, but always the best interest of the team in mind.

"You can get together and talk once you're both in a better state." With that, he turned you around by your shoulders and guided you the rest of the way to his bed.

You'd never been in his room. Always just stood inside the doorway in case you needed something or one of the others asked for him. It felt weirdly intimate.

A common theme within the members of the Bad Batch. It’d always just been the four of them, so they had the luxury of having solitary rooms, no matter how small they were. They served their function as a time-out zone, a safe space for different reasons, that you had learned in your time with them.

Their rooms were tailored to their specific needs. In Tech’s case that meant he stored all of his devices there, safe from his brother’s who were absolutely not allowed to touch any of them.

For Wrecker, it was the size. With a special cot and the biggest room available, he could drop the caution that he might break something his brother’s treasured.

You’d yet to look at Crosshair’s room, that’s how secretive he was about it.

Hunter was a stark contrast to Tech in regards to his room. He’d downsized everything in there to things he really needed, nothing that served no purpose. Where Tech had a clutter of all kinds of things, Hunter kept his knives organized and he never brought things in there that could trigger his enhanced senses.

Bringing you in there seemed like a clear violation of that rule.

You were fascinated by their rooms because they were so personal.

In your time with the Jedi, you’d always been forbidden from even feeling attached to a specific room. And when you joined the 501st things had been vastly different as well.

Echo’s and your room was a stark contrast to the rest of the team members because of that specific reason. You were used to the loud barracks, not the isolation of the Havoc Marauder.

On good days your shared room felt like the old days in the 501st barracks on some risky mission to a weird place. Like you were taking a break from the business of war, filled with Fives’ jokes and Jesse’s laughter. Like home.

On the bad days, it felt like explosions at the Citadel. Or like the echo of blasters firing on Umbara. It felt like hopelessness and sadness caused by the loss of many friends. Like a deep abyss of loneliness that would drown anyone that dare enter in the waves of past trauma.

You barely registered hitting the mattress. You adjusted on autopilot, gravitating closer to the wall behind your back as your head found the pillow.

"You're spacing out on me again.", Hunter remarked.

"Bad habit."

He sat on the side of the bed, pulling the covers over you. Once you were warm and cozy, he turned to stand up but he hesitated. Hunter could feel your guilt. That was one of the feelings you carried around with you day to day, since the day he’d met you.

It ate away at you even when you were in a good mood, and that bothered him. Especially since that transmission came in and amplified your guilt thousandfold.

"You do know that it’s not your fault that your friend was taken, right?”

You pressed your lips together tightly, avoiding eye contact, instead choosing to focus your attention on your hand. He was wrong.

“I left them.” The words felt like lead on your tongue, hurting you as you tried to get them out.

“You didn’t.”, Hunter disagreed. “You left the Jedi, but not them. You wouldn’t have been there at the smallest sign that Echo was alive if you had.”

You looked up at the clone with mixed feelings. Maybe there was some truth to that. Even after you finally broke and left the order, you’d been there when Tup and Fives died. And you’d been there when Rex had the suspicion that Echo was still alive, dropping everything in a moments notice.

Hell, the only reason you’d had for going with the Bad Batch had been that Rex asked you to look out for Echo and help him adjust.

“Maybe you’re right.”, you shrugged numbly. “I guess I just… feel like I keep failing to keep the people I care about alive. I can't save Kix. And I couldn't save Fives nor could I help any of the others… but if I figure out what Kix was onto, I might be able to help Echo and Rex and Jesse and maybe even you."

To your surprise, Hunter grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.

"I know that you want to protect them. But you can't do it at the cost of working yourself to death. You're part of the Bad Batch now. You don't have to do this alone, alright?"

You nodded slowly.

“Good. Now get some rest.”

And with that, the handsome Sergeant stood up from his bed and left you to be consumed by your exhaustion, in a room that felt so distinctively like him that you finally managed to relax.

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The Bad Batch: Soft Universe

Chapter Five - Cure.

Omega took a small breath in as she rubbed her eyes before she turned and faced her brothers who looked absolutely terrified. She had no idea what had happened, the last thing that she remembered was playing with those beautiful flowers that were now one-hundred percent her favourite flower.

Darker clouds soon moved over her mind as she watched them all ensure she was alive and okay which was a really upsetting thing to see. Did another bounty hunter attempt to take her life from her once again? Hunter's eyes were glazed over and so were Techs who swore he was cursed due to everything always going wrong when he was around.

"Hunter?" She questioned, resulting in the others stopping exactly what they were doing to stare at her once her Kamonion thick accent piped up. "I'm sorry, did another bounty hunter come after me?" At the question alone even Echo couldn't help but tear up. After everything she's been through with anyone and going against her wanting the innocent and small life-form dead, She still apologized because she thought she caused hassle or problems for her brothers. "Did I get any of you hurt?"

"No, no Ad'ika!" Hunter finally spoke after sending silent thanks-filled prayers to their maker. "Nothing like that happened. None of us are hurt - we're okay." He reassured her with a gentle hand upon her shoulder before she tried to sit up only to gently be pushed down again by Echo, a sympathetic gaze upon his face.

"Woah there kid, lay down for a little longer okay?" Omega Pouted a little before complying with his gentle request. Hunter turned his head, pointing at Tech.

"Run a medical scan on her, tell me anything that's out of the ordinary even if it's no cause for concern." Tech nodded, rushing to the side to grab his medical scanner and following through with their command his leader had given him. "Wrecker, can she borrow Lola? And could you grab her blanket too?" Hunter began to fuss even more over her before Crosshair placed a hand on his shoulder too, hoping for the same calming effect it gave Omega.

"But I feel fine!" She beamed up at them, telling the truth all whilst giving Hunter some much needed comfort and reassurance. "I had such a lovely dream too." The med scan beeped leaving Tech to go over all of the information it had given him.

"A dream?" Echo asked, standing beside Hunter to listen to what Omega had to say.

"Yeah!" Her voice was filled with Positivity, she truly didn't remember what had happened to her beside a dream that took priority over her mind. "It was scary at first, but then those glowing orbs came back and they were so pretty! A hooded man was there though wearing a Cloak but he was so kind and asked me about my brothers- you guys!" Wrecker returned, placing Lula in her arms and her favourite blanket over her before standing with the others. "Thank you, Wrecker!"

"What did he say to you, Omega?" Hunter asked, ensuring she was tucked in and comfortable.

"Well I told him how lovely you all are to me and how happy I am now being away from Kamino and living with my true family!" They all silently swore that they could break down into tears. "He said he's so happy to hear that I'm happy now, and he said that you're all Incredible individuals! But then he told me that something big was calling me and I needed to listen and train with the sound to guide me."

"Guide you?" Echo chuckled a bit, "It Sounds Like jedi talk to me." He was kidding, attempting to lighten the atmosphere but then he remembered his previous generals who were force wielders having similar experiences to this. That realisation soon wiped the smile off of his face.

"He told me that it would all become clear soon and to trust myself but then I woke up with you guys." Tech walked over the second that she finished her story,

"She's completely healthy, in fact she's healthier now than before." He moved toward her, gently gesturing to the bacta patch that still remained against her arm. "May I check on your recovery?" She nodded, grateful that the bacta suppressed any pain from the bullet wound. Tech hesitantly but carefully removed the patch, going a little pale as there wasn't a scratch on her arm. "You must have accelerated healing," He was saying that mainly to reassure himself as her medical records from Kamino that they had stolen a while ago clearly stated she hadn't been created with accelerated healing as she was never to leave Kamino." The records made sense but Omega clashed with every little bit of information they had. It was pretty impossible to find out why she was created so they could find her enhanced skill finally but Tech especially at this point was pretty desperate to discover what she had.

"Maybe those plant things healed her or something?" Wrecker questioned, looking toward Tech for an answer.

"Dalalians." He reminded his brother, unable to stop himself from correcting even the smallest of mistakes after shaking his head. "That's impossible, they have no healing properties. The only 'use' they hold, if you'd even consider it as such, is that it tastes like honey."

"The records must be wrong." Hunter spoke, "We need to get new Copies - the most recent data they had before - well, you know." Silence filled their physical realm but their minds were asking tons of questions about the whole scenario.

"AzI would know!" She responded rather proudly, very fond of her best friend. "He has all of my medical records, but he's offline still, remember?" Once they got AZI, tech had never actually seen the specific circuits that he had so he constantly tinkered trying to work himself around it and do as much research as possible but they never really had the time. Omega didn't mind though, her friend was still on board with her other droid and having him there knowing they could wake him one day kept her calm.

"I don't think I can wake him up right now but I may be able to get him to display the medical records we need." She hummed, snuggling into her blankets. Hunter crouched beside where Omega lay cuddling with Lula,

"Do you remember what they were testing you for?" He asked, keeping his tone as calm as possible knowing how sensitive such a subject was.

"But why do we want to find out?" Omega asked, panic residing behind her voice. "I'm fine, I feel fine can't we just leave it? What even happened?" Echo soon Moved over to her, Placing a hand against her shoulder.

" Hey kid,it's alright! We just saw you go a little funny whilst you were having that dream and we think it may be linked with your enhanced skill." Her eyes immoderately softened at this, her heart rate finally calming causing Hunter to sigh of relief.

"It is?" Wrecker asked, oblivious to what Echo actually meant.

"It is." Echo repeated before Smiling back down at his little sister. "Now, can you think back really hard to remember what they were resting you for?" Her eyes sparkled proudly, suppressing any sorrow she felt from the memories back at Kamino.

"No, I remember - but they Said what they were trying didn't work so they'd give me a new one." She paused for a brief moment in thought. "I thought they forgot to give me a new one though, So I was hoping you guys would help me find what they may have given me. I want to be like you guys." Even Crosshair's heart broke at her words before he began to talk.

"What did they Originally test you for? Maybe it worked hence why they never gave you another enhanced skill." All of the others gently agreed before gazing at Omega, waiting to see what her answer was.

"I was to become the first force-sensitive Clone but it hurt me so they had to stop because I got too weak." Mouths were agape as they stared at her. What they witnessed, was that the force? Is that why the Empire suddenly wants her? Because it worked. Tech instantly moved away to search for answers through his datapad against force-sensitive beings.

"The Force?" Hunter repeated, looking toward Echo for answers. "Echo, you're worked with countless jedi before. Could it be possible?" He thought for a while before nodding.

"I think it could be done and the Empire wants to bring the same power to their fleet. They'd be unstoppable." He breathed in before Tech soon interrupted him.

"Omega, what you saw - the person." He stammered, "Were they blue by any chance?" She smiled over at him with a nod. "And they mentioned something guiding you right?" Another nod from her followed once again. "Yeah, she's force sensitive." How didn't they find this out sooner? Probably because it's only just begun to work, whatever they did to her." Silence hung heavily after his sentence, anger lurking in her older brothers as she hugged Lula with a smile - not as bothered right now about her past. Omega was a force-sensitive clone, the first of her kind! And she was absolutely thrilled because maybe now she would feel useful to her brothers, helping them in missions and keeping them safe. Yeah, that's exactly what she wanted to do - but her brothers didn't seem so pleased about that.

"Hey, Ad'Ika." Hunter spoke, whispering to her. "How about you get some rest and we can see your skills tomorrow hm?" His voice was soothing as she yawned, tired out hours ago but continued to push herself awake to be with them a little longer.

"Alright…" She hummed without fuss as he picked her up with her gentle good night's to the others and carried her to her bed, laying her down with a small smile. "Do I need a cure?" She asked sleepily, snuggling down with her trooper doll with that familiar soothing tone of orange filling the smaller room.

"For what, Omega?" He asked, worried a little. "For your abilities?" She hummed a yes, her eyes beginning to shut. "No, Ad'Ika. You don't, you're amazing and incredible and we couldn't be who we are without you okay? These powers of yours are a part of you and we cherish them deeply. We just need to find out a little more, okay?" Unfortunately she had fallen asleep through his words, head gently smooshed against the pillow and blankets gripped in her fists. Softly, he climbed down the smaller ladder and pulled back the curtain so she could rest. The talc with his brothers would be intense and confusing, but he knew they would figure it out - anything out. She didn't need a cure, it's apart of her.

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