Despite Everything.

strung wires [crosshair x reader]

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content: sexual tension, slight degradation/teasing, vaginal fingering, implied p in v sex, crosshairs a fucking tease, use of the nickname 'princess' once

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You're so sick of it. So sick of him.

Stupid Crosshair with his stupid little smug smile he always has on and those doggedly piercing eyes. Eyes that always without fail have a sparkle of cheekiness in them even as he growls. That mouth and soft lips and that slick tongue of his that won’t ever shut up or give you peace for more than a few hours.

Everything about him is so damn infuriating, so damn frustrating, so. Damn. Attractive.

Crosshair is catastrophically charming, and the fool kriffing knows it. He sees right through your act; how flushed you get, your cheeks pink with embarrassed flattery barely hidden behind your hands, your frustrated huffs turning into sickeningly smitten smiles the longer you stare at him from across a room.

He's got you in a chokehold; one you can't get out of no matter how stubbornly you try to push him away and out of your brain, and you're going to tear your skull apart if you are stuck any longer.

"Can you help me out here?" you hesitantly have to ask him one day, reaching high up for a box on a storage shelf. If one of the other members of Clone Force 99 were around, you would ask for their help. Anything but to avoid this itch of a man in your head.

"Aw," Crosshair coos. He creeps up from his seat, letting his rifle lean on the cushion as he walks up to you, so casual and composed, everything you’re not in this moment. "Does the princess require my assistance?"

You automatically, instinctively scowl and let out an ugly snarl.

"Yes," you sigh while rolling your eyes. He laughs through his teeth and you glare.

“Such a shame,” He says rather smug; you frown.

"Can you just shut up and do it?" You snap.

He looks at you with a deadpan but knowing look before taking two big strides toward you, a commanding disdain radiating off of his body. You shiver, almost pleasantly; the feeling is avidly discomforting.

"A please would be polite, you know," he hisses.

Through trembling, claustrophobic breaths, you let a 'pfft' noise fall past your lips.

"Like you're ever polite," you shoot back.

Without taking his eyes off of you, sinister and stern, he takes another step toward you; his chest would press against yours if you were to move even just an inch closer. He brings an arm up, inadvertently caging you in, as he grips the box you were trying to grab with only one hand and presents it to you, practically mirroring a fine meal on a silver platter.

Not once, do your eyes separate, as you take the box from him, and he turns and walks back to his rifle, taking it and going back to his cot without another word.

***

The next time you ask for a helping hand, it ends differently.

You’re in the same position as before, pinned between him and the cold steel of the Marauder, a hand placed above you, caging you in, gripping the walls you would a sheet, and the other hand two fingers deep in your cunt. Well, that part is certainly new. Not that it's a bad addition; if anything, it frees the tension.

“Shush, would you?” He whispers harshly into the shell of your ear when you moan, slowly rocking his fingers inside of you. You whine louder, just to spite him, and clutch onto his shoulders, nails digging into his blacks; if you’re to scratch any harder, the fabric is bound to tear.

Without warning, he dives down and slots his lips with yours. Your eyebrows raise and you squeal weakly against him, but he only readjusts to keep you more still.

It's dizzying, so incredibly disorienting; he feels exactly as you thought he might, strangely soft and sentimental, but rough and harsh all the same, eyes scrunched with focus and his breath coming out in inconsistent intervals. You can feel yourself getting lost in his body, in his simple presence. But he pulls away before you're gone completely and hisses into your mouth,

“We don’t want to wake anyone else up, do we?”

Despite the criticism, he continues working you; curling his fingers into your g spot he found only moments before once, twice, three times until you gasp.

“Fuck,” You hiss, forehead pressing the crook between his shoulder and neck with a billowing rush of shame.

You can’t stop yourself; the sensible part of you wants to push away, stop yourself from indulging in such wicked pleasure from an even more wicked man, but when you feel his breath brushing against your jaw, groaning pleasantly into you all from the pleasure he’s dishing out, the pleasure he simply gives, you know you’re certainly doomed.

“C'mon. Keep taking it, girl,” Crosshair encourages you. A third finger teasingly circles the lips surrounding where he pushes into you, a warning of what's to come. "`Know you can do it."

A feather-light kiss, open-mouthed and sloppy lingers on the soft skin of your neck, and his eyelashes flutter against you as he thrusts his fingers into you another time; you sob silently into his shoulder.

Then you feel it again. That stupidly charming smirk etched onto your body forevermore.

“Keep taking it `till you’re ready for my cock.”

You whine one last time, clenching hard around his fingers and pressing your palm to your mouth; it barely stifles the noises you make, but with his own sounds escaping his mouth, you doubt anyone will make your shameful ones out in the white noise.

He's got you trapped real good.

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Bad Batch x One Bed Trope

Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?

Notes: This is Gender Neutral friendly!

Hunter

Both of you just stand by the door shocked for a moment, taking in the room. 

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." Hunter offered first, throwing his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

You instantly shake your head not wanting the higher-ranking sergeant to be sleeping on the floor, "No, I can't let you do that. I can sleep on the floor." 

"Don't worry about me, I've slept in worse places." Hunter was not budging. 

You had to come up with a compromise realizing he was going to be stubborn about this. You quickly realize that no matter what, you will be sleeping on the bed. 

But what if it wasn't just you in the bed? 

"Well, the bed is quite big. What if we both sleep in the bed?" 

Hunter looks genuinely surprised, but reluctantly agrees that was probably the best solution. 

Both of you get ready to go to sleep crawling into bed and keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

When the lights go out, your anxieties from today's mission start to grow in your mind. 

It doesn't take Hunter long to realize you are nowhere near falling to falling asleep.

"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet as if he had found you after one of your nightmares and the two of you were trying to keep quiet to not wake the others. 

"Do you think the others are okay?" 

"They should be fine."

The two of you talk quietly to each other about the mission and what is to come next. Quietly talking into the late hours of the night about anything and everything. 

His voice slowly calms your nerves and you start finding yourself relaxing. 

After a moment, Hunter spoke softly again, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

Hunter reached out into the darkness for you without any more words and quietly pulled you closer to him. 

You were surprised at first, but you trust him enough to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his body. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since we first met you.” He buried his nose into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso as your legs tangled with his. 

You smile into the night, finding his hands and entwining his fingers with yours. You pressed yourself back up against him, “Me too.”

You were quick to fall asleep in his arms, Hunter falling asleep just as fast, holding onto you. 

Wrecker

"Oh, this could be fun!"

You are stunned by Wrecker's excitement that there is only one bed in this room, "What?"

"This can be like one of those sleepovers you told me about! We could stay up late and eat snacks and watch movies!"

He somehow made you laugh and feel a bit better about the whole experience. He was moving around the room excitedly putting all the gear away. 

"I'll go get some snacks! You stay here and start picking out a movie." 

"Be careful, please. They might still be out looking for us." You voiced your concern, considering you two just got finished with a mission. 

He just gave you a dazzling smile, telling you he would be fine. 

You got ready for bed, staying to one side respectfully looking through the movies to watch. 

Wrecker returned quickly, his arms full of all kinds of different foods.

He practically jumped on the bed, the frame groaning from his weight making you laugh. 

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him as he settled himself in the bed, laying out all of the snacks he managed to get. 

"Something fun." 

You nodded, eventually picking out a movie for the two of you to watch and grabbing from Wrecker's food pile to snack on your own.

Not long into the movie, you felt Wrecker's strong hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap. 

You weren't surprised at the physical affection, Wrecker being the one to show that type of affection the most. 

You relaxed into his lap, your head resting back on his shoulder. 

His warmth quickly pulled you to sleep, with Wrecker turning the movie off and wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep with you.

Tech

You were stunned when you saw only one bed in the room. 

Tech took a moment looking between the bed and his holo pad. 

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He stated, moving to put down everything the two of you had. 

“Do you think one of us should sleep on the floor?”

Tech paused what he was doing looking at the bed, “I don’t think that is necessary. The bed is plenty big for the both of us to have our own respective space.” 

You were honestly surprised he was so calm about the entire thing, watching him go back to putting away and organizing your and his things. 

"You don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed with me?" 

"Why would I?" 

You had no more words for him and decided that this was okay. So you got ready for bed, settling yourself in with your own holo pad. 

Tech joined you not long, the both of you staying in silence with your own devices.

"Hey look at this," Tech said after a moment, leaning over to show you what was on his device. 

You found yourself smiling and scooting closer to Tech in the bed, "That actually reminds me of something." 

You show him something on your holo pad and before you know it the two of you are quietly sharing information with each other. 

Throughout the conversation of showing each other things from your devices, you realized the two of you got close enough in bed where his shoulder was pressed up to yours. 

Deciding to make a small leap of faith, you laid your head on his shoulder. Tech was unphased, still currently showing you what had interested him on his holo pad.

You don't know when, but you fell asleep like this, with your head on his shoulder. 

You woke up hours later to discover that Tech had fallen asleep as well. His arms wrapped around you with his cheek resting on top of your head. 

His holo pad was squished between the two of you. 

You smile feeling completely warm and comfortable, minus the hard device digging into your skin.

You carefully pull it out from between the two of you, laying his holo pad on the bed next to your own. 

You happily cuddled up closer to Tech, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek against his chest.

Echo

Both of you pause for a moment, staring at the room with only one bed. 

"I guess we can both sleep in it or would you rather I sleep on the floor?" Echo spoke after a while, "I don't mind. I've slept in worse places." 

You shook your head instantly saying no to Echo sleeping on the floor. He had already been through so much, the idea of him sleeping on the cold hard floor did not sit well with you. 

"We can sleep together. The bed is big enough." You offered. 

"Are you sure?" Your comfort was obviously the main concern for you. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." You assured him.

The two of you settle into the bed, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

Echo ends up finding the holo drama the two of you have been watching when you got some downtime. The two of you decide to watch at least one episode. 

“Oh come on. This is a classic trope. Watch, because she’s now in the hospital, he is suddenly going to tell her his feelings about her.”

“Actually I think he’s going to try to tell her, but then feel guilty because she’s hurt. So he decides against telling her. Especially if there are family members in the room.” 

You ended up being right, the both of you softly laughing over the whole thing. 

You started to feel cold, wrapping the blanket around you and starting to shiver, and Echo noticed.

“Are you cold?” He sounds concerned. You shake your head no, but then your body betrays you and starts to shiver. 

Echo reaches over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you to him. His legs are surprisingly warm, the machinery of his legs under covers staying warm compared to when you’ve felt them out on a mission and they were cold. 

“You’re like a heater.” You muttered instantly curling up against him seeking out his warmth.

“Yeah. It surprised me too. My guess is when I’m covered, the airflow seems to get circulated less thus heat. Almost like if you leave a computer on while running a program that's intensive on the CPU.”

“I guess that makes sense. Have you ever overheated?”

Echo shook his head no. 

The two of you focused back on the holo drama you were watching. Once the first episode was over, Echo asked if you wanted to watch another. 

You fell asleep curled up against Echo’s side with your head on his shoulder watching the second episode. Echo was quick to follow suit with his arms wrapped around you.

Crosshair

“Well I guess you are going to be sleeping on the floor,” Crosshair teased the second he saw that there was only one bed in the room. 

“What? No! You are the one who’s going to sleep on the floor.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed!”

“Well, I guess we will have to sleep together then,” Crosshair smirked, putting his things away first and then moving to help you, by just taking your things. 

“Fine.” You huffed already tired from the mission today. You would rather have fewer arguments, “Just don’t get handsy with me. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Been around more than you have.” 

“Oh, and that makes you a better person?”

Crosshair just snorts in response. He starts getting ready for bed and you decide to follow his lead. 

The two of you get into the bed, keeping a fair distance between each other. 

“Well, goodnight then.” you sigh and turn off the lights, settling yourself in under the covers. You just hear a small grunt from Crosshair.

It takes you a little to fall asleep, but you eventually do. It was a lot faster than normal considering the fact you had another person in the bed with you. 

In the middle of the night, you wake up feeling a lot warmer. Actually, you feel really warm. 

Throughout the night, Crosshair had inched his way over to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. He held onto you like you were a lifeline in his sleep. 

You found yourself smiling and slowly wrapping your arms around him as well, feeling very comfortable with him here like this with you. You quickly fall back asleep, hugging him to your chest.

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Blizzard

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Crosshair get stuck in a relentless snowstorm. A cave provides you shelter, but you’ll have to get close to survive.

Warnings: smut, LITERAL cock warming, (kinda) sub soft crosshair, fluffy

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Y’all seen twilight eclipse? Yeah it’s like that…and Jacob’s lil comment about how he could warm her quicker if they took their clothes off. Also the logic may be nonsensical, so, forgive me.

Request for @crosshairs-wife 💕

Gif cred: @azertyrobaz

The piercing sting of cold upon your skin was almost fading away as you grew numb. Crosshair was only feet in front of you, but you were losing sight of him in the relentless blizzard. You’d gotten separated from the other guys, but they’d already signaled you on your comms that they had made it back safely.

“We can’t come for you yet. It’s too dangerous. Try and find shelter until the storm passes” Hunter’s voice cut through the weak comms signal in your ear. He was so worried, but knew you both were capable of survival.

It was an unpredictable planet with weather patterns unlike any other system. You hadn’t planned for a winter storm, so you weren’t dressed for the freezing temperatures, only making the situation more dire.

“T-there’s…a cave” Crosshair breathed heavily, shivering through his words. You couldn’t muster a response, and he could only assume you were following behind him. The cave was deep inside the base of the mountain, perfect for shielding you both from the brutal winds and freezing temperatures. It was only just barely visible to either of you, and you were thankful he saw it.

Throwing down your backpack, you both collapsed onto the dry ground of the covered fortress. There wasn’t much room, but you found yourselves huddled in opposite corners, still hanging onto your social norm of not touching one another, even in a state of uncertainty.

“We s-should get c-c-closer” You mumbled, but not without struggle. You had never bonded with Crosshair beyond being in the same squad, and you really didn’t think he even liked you. But that didn’t matter right now.

He nodded, as the desperation for warmth drew him into you, curling up against each other's bodies. His arm stretched over your body as if he tried to shield you from the conditions. It was uncharacteristic of him, but human instinct overcame you both, knowing it was crucial for survival.

“You’re freezing” You mumble with your shaking voice. He was arguably worse off than you were, but he wouldn't show it. Crosshair had been out in the cold a little longer than you.

“So are you” He rebutted. Sure, but you needed to make sure he found warmth soon.

“You need to take your armor off, it’ll only make you colder” You told him, knowing the metal would only trap the coldness against his body, and your body couldn’t feel the warmth of his own with the hard metal creating a barrier between your clothes and his.

Crosshair moved slowly to pull the armor from his body, and you watched as the shape of his form come to view.

“Your clothes are soaked from the snow, you-” He began, realizing that soon the moisture would freeze, trapping your body within it, “you’ll die”.

“I don’t have anything else to wear, Crosshair” You groaned in response, realizing your only other option was to strip down to nothing and cuddle up against him.

“I know that” He scoffed through the grit of his chattering teeth.

“Gods, you’re right. Just, try not to stare, please” You begged; feeling self-conscious already, but there was no time for that now.

He noticeably swallowed hard, anticipating the view that was to come. He’d never admit to you that you turned him on, but really, you drove him wild. It was always a skill of his to not show a single bit of that emotion when he was near you, but it was something he had to train himself to do, or else he’d blow his cover.

“I need help” You shamefully requested, the numbness of your fingers lacking the grip to pull your jacket and shirt from your body.

He hesitated, whether that was because he was nervous or because he was trying to process the words coming out of your mouth, it didn’t go unnoticed. His hands gently grab the bottom hem of your shirt and helped you maneuver out of it. Your bare breasts were exposed then to the frigid chill but somehow felt warmer now that you were out of the dampness of your material.

Through all the discomfort of the storm and the hell you'd been through, you still felt a tingle of tension between the two of you as you laid back to remove your pants. It was such a strange sensation to be warmer in your bare form, but this would help you from freezing to death.

Crosshair couldn’t take his eyes off of you, despite your plea to not be stared at. You had to admit you sort of liked it, though. The attention helped you feel less self-conscious, because surely he wouldn’t stare if he didn’t like the view, right?

You remembered something about survival that was going to be hard to suggest, but someone had to, “Skin to skin is the fastest way to warm each other” You shivered, “Please, Crosshair. I’m sorry to ask I j-” You begged helplessly.

“I’ll do it” He interrupted you. Crosshair wasn’t angry, he was eager. This shocked you, but you welcomed his eager attitude.

Quickly, he removed his clothing, keeping only his underwear, same as you. You were enamored with him, loving every inch of his body, and not attempting to hide your staring at all.

“Come here” He demanded, laying down next to you and wrapping his arm around your shaking body. The immediate encasing of his shielding body on you felt as close to a warm blanket as you could get right now.

“Oh maker…I don’t know how you feel warm but it’s helping”

“You feel warm too” He noted.

Your eyes met his as you looked up to him and something so unfamiliar came over you, an urge that made itself known so suddenly, but you leaned up, pressing your barely tingling lips against his.

He pulled away.

Oh no.

“What are you doing?” He snapped.

“I-” You choked on your own words, mortified and confused.

His eyes scanned your face and wandered your expression to try and read you. Crosshair wasn’t rejecting you, but he was rejecting the idea that you wanted him. It was simply too hard for him to believe. Things were always distant and tense between you two, but right now, stars...right now he wanted to fall apart for you.

Finally, after what felt like forever of nothing but the roaring of storms, he kissed you back. The passion that you felt through the motions of his lips sent a flash of heat through your veins, something you so desperately needed. As if by natural instinct, you reached to palm the growing bulge between his legs.

“I know how else we can get warm” You whispered against his lips.

He held your gaze, unbroken, and let his fingers float down between your legs, feeling the arousal pooled inside your panties. With only small rhythms of motions pressed to your clit, you whimpered. Crosshair couldn’t wait any longer, though, as his body begged for warmth. Something so primal in him did this because he knew he needed it to live, but something more intimate in him told him he just needed you.

Swiftly, you pulled his cock from his undergarments, and swung your leg over his hip, straddling him. His needing eyes scanned your face, looking for any uncertainty, but found none. He recognized that you were doing him an act of such deep kindness, but was so eager he pulled you fiercely into place. You knew he’d probably benefit from this more than you in terms of survival, but stars, you know you’d enjoy every second of him fucking you anyways.

No words could’ve described how euphoric he felt sinking into the warmth you provided him. It was more intense of a high than any spice the galaxy could offer. He groaned so loudly, equally satisfied with the feeling of any part of his body being wrapped in warm velvet, subsiding the numbness, and finally having you like this.

You winced, feeling the contrast of cold inside of you as you fully lowered yourself onto his cock. Trembling forceful fingers dug into your hips pressing you in place and refusing to let you move.

“Please, just, stay like this. For a moment” He begged, a desperate look replacing his usual scowled expression. He shuddered, eyes falling closed as he savored every second that passed.

You did as he asked, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled his face into the crevice of your breasts. He groaned again, and a breathless whimper fell from your own lips as the fullness you felt overwhelmed you. It felt so good to do this with him, and it felt better to know how much relief you brought to him.

Even though he could’ve stayed buried inside you like this forever, you needed to move, needed to have that movement. Slowly, you sat up again, and curled your hips up and down, adding friction against your walls.

“Oh, Y/N” Crosshair whimpered so softly. This was a side of him you’d never expected to see, especially in this intimate situation. But then again, he never let you get close enough to him to even know. His desperation for relief transformed him, and it melted you.

“It feels so good, Crosshair” You praised, losing yourself as you fucked him faster. He seemed to be losing him as well, struggling to hold back any expression of his pleasure.

“So good for me, helping me like this” He breathed, looking up at you while you bounce your ass up and down on him. The motion was warming your body, working up your blood flow. The relief of warmth began flowing through the deepest part of your being, extending out to your skin, until all you cared about was being here with him at this moment.

“Stop" He mumbled suddenly, and you did just that.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, please, just stay still again" He begged. You sat deep into his lap, covering his entire length, "I want to feel you just like this. I want to see you"

Your ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. Never would you have guessed that he was so soft when he needed to be. His hands traced the shape of your body, traveling down the side of your waist. Then his grip moved to your breasts, taking one into his palm as he massaged your nipple. You threw your head back as the sensation sent a strange chill down your spine.

"Crosshair, Y/N, come in" The comms hummed in your ear, startling you out of the trance he had you in. It was Tech's voice, "Are you two alright"

"Better than alright" You responded, keeping your eyes on him beneath you. Crosshair smirked at you.

"I doubt that, considering you're trapped in a blizzard, but alright then" Tech responded, but accepted your response as a sign that you were alive, at least.

Without warning, and fueled by the strength you'd provided for him, Crosshair picked you up and laid you down. As he hovered above you, his cock still resting inside your cunt, he held the back of your head as he rested in on the rock floor of the cave.

He thrusted slow at first but picked up his momentum with a few motions.

"I'm going to come soon, but I want you to come on my cock first, darling" He asked, bringing his fingers to rub your clit again as he continued to fuck you.

"Fuck, right there" You cried, feeling your climax creep up so suddenly.

"Yeah?" He asked, knowing you were so close as you clenched around him, "Let go, it'll feel so good, Y/N"

Just then it burst open like an ignited flame, the fire spreading throughout your entire body. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your movements and thoughts, helping your body reach an ultimate high. You'd never been fucked like this while coming at the same time, and it was almost too much for you to handle.

As you felt yourself come down from your high, he faltered in his movements, curses flying softly through his thrusts. The warm spill of his cum coated the inside of your walls, and he held himself there for a few more moments, taking every second that he could before he finally had to remove himself.

It was then that the blizzard began to break apart and subside, the outside of the cave becoming more visible. You situated yourself propped against the wall of the cave, and Crosshair did the same, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, huddling together through the very end of the storm that put you here.

"We're going to have to help each other back into these clothes when the boys pick us up" You broke the silence that you both savored after your releases, "that might be a hard one to explain"

"Only I should see you like this" He snapped, sudden jealousy taking over his tone as he imagined any of the others enjoying this sight of you like he has. That was the Crosshair you expected.

You smirked, omitting a response as you leaned into his body, trying to enjoy every last second you had with him before things likely went back to normal.

You hoped that they wouldn't.

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Nightmares (Crosshair X reader)

This was based on the following request:

Hey I was wondering if I could have something nice and sweet with a soft crosshair×f reader....maybe she had a nightmare and had big anxiety so crosshair is trying to calm her down? Idk I love rough crosshair as much as soft crosshair lol!

This fic is for you anon and this may be slightly out of character for Crosshair but hey ho! Let's go!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5K

Crosshair had been secretly pining for you stay in his arms after your friends with benefits arrangement. Not that the sex wasn't incredible, it left him elated and exhausted in equal measure.

And yet, after every encounter, you would make excuses and leave. He didn't want to plea for you to stay, it wasn't in his nature. Pulling yourself away from. He would try to make you stay, by wrapping his arms tight around you. Every time he did this, he secretly hoped that you would melt into his arms and stay there the whole night. The two of you comforted by the feeling of the other in their arms. But you never did.

If we were being truthful, it began to irritate him after a while. It irked him to his core. How could he express that wanted more than the current arrangement, if you ran away after the astonishing sex? You'd perfected the motion of rutting into each other, of tongues dancing in a passion union. He tried becoming more affectionate during the sex, hoping you'd get the hint. Hoping you'd understand the things he couldn't say. He would brush his knuckles over your cheek gently, stare longingly into your eyes, slow the pace so he could play with your body more sensually, making everything gentler. He would hold you close, melting into you as he thrust into you.

But you couldn't stay.

Not because you didn't want to and not because you weren't sure if Crosshair wanted to stay. You knew now that he wanted you to stay. You didn't stay because you didn't want him to know about the nightmares. You had them every night and you didn't want to share that with the man you'd slowly fallen in love with.

So, pained, you left. After every delectable encounter. Even though he is trying to convince you to stay and the feeling of his arms around you want to cling to him through the night. Share the intimate space and feelings together.

But you couldn't stay.

Until one night, Crosshair had been on top of you, propped up on his elbows. This time he had to say it. He took the risk and pressed his forehead to yours. Slowly, he lowered his lips to yours, placing a gentle kiss upon them. It was a whisper of a kiss, so soft and light that you weren’t sure he had done it. It was different from the usual fire you felt when you were together. As he stared intently at you, now softening inside of you, he kept his face close to yours as whispered, “stay.”

“I can’t,” you said, and it was almost a plea. A please to not let him see that side of you. He kissed you again, this time it was firm and passionate. Then he whispered it again, “stay with me.” With those soft eyes staring at you with a burning desire, you could hardly say no. Even though you wanted to.

So, in that moment, you caved. Tonight, you’ll stay. Nodding your head, he smiled softly and rolled off of you, body pressed against the wall. You positioned yourselves so your head lay on his chest, his head resting atop yours. One of your hands entwined with his over his chest. You had to admit that you adored the sensation of being together.

You couldn’t help but fall asleep in the arms of this grumpy yet sweet and caring man. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. Crosshair was delighted, he tried to hide his smile and he rested his atop yours. It was the comfort and pleasure he had craved for a while and finally you were here, in his arms. He sighed softly, grasping you closer with the arm that was lazily grazing against your skin. It tickled but you found yourself comforted by the sensation.  You listened intently as his heart rate slowed and his fingers grazed slower and slower until you both drifted off to sleep.

You were in Palace of the Jedi. Your lightsaber was glowing a hazy blue in the darkness of the hall. You’d hidden yourself in an alcove. You’d heard it over and over again. Order 66: The assassination of all the Jedi. That included you. You took a deep brearh as you considered the quickest route out of the temple.

You began to sneak down the corridor, hoping you wouldn’t encounter any clones. You were not so lucky. A group of troopers spotted you and began firing. You countered their shots, carefully aiming them back but only to injure, not to kill. One by one they fell to the ground. There were two left and so you lurched yourself forward, sliding across the floor and slicing the legs of the clones.

You continued running, trying to escape. When you managed to get through the doorway, you noticed him. Anakin. Your dear friend who has slaughtered younglings. Your dear friend who had turned to the Dark Side. As you looked at him, anger in your eyes, he looked at you with an angered pain. Our Anakin was still in there.

“You will die here,” he sneered at you, “you are weak. You were always weak. You will not get in the way of my new Empire.” His lightsaber suddenly alight, he began to circle you like prey.

You woke with a start. As you always did. Bolting upright you began panting heavily, feeling trapped in the memory. Your lightsaber snapped into your hand as you called for it. Luckily, you only kept it in your hand and did not light it. Your breathing was out of control. He will find me again, he’ll kill me, these thoughts circuited out your brain. Nothing else was getting in.

Crosshair heard you call out to the friends you lost in your sleep. He heard you mention Order 66. Your yelling and cries had awoken him and he tried to hold you closer but your body was rigid in fear. He stroked your hair gently, hoping it would calm you.

When you sat up suddenly, Crosshair mimicked your action, gently placing his arm around your shoulder. He had moved the second you yelled out. He reached for the lightsaber in your hand, whispering gently in your ear, “your safe. Just breathe.”  As he repeated those words gently, eventually your grip on your lightsaber slacked and he placed it to one side.

He slowly guided you to sit at the edge of the bed, he crawled between your knees. The solid floor causing him to wince slightly at the contact. He knew that the upright position should help you. But his eyes were trained on you, your eyes were glazed over as if you were still dreaming, you were mumbling the word stop over and over. You began to rock back and forth slightly, suddenly clutching at your sides.

Crosshair placed your hands in his and asked you to breathe with him. In and out. In and out. In and out. You both repeated the breathing for a short while until you stopped shaking and rocking. Yet, your eyes remained trained on the floor unable to look at him. He removed one of his hands from yours and reached up to brush it against your cheek.

“Was it a nightmare about Order 66?” He asked and you nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He queried cautiously and slowly. His deep voice vibrating through his body. You shook your head rapidly. His fingers were now playing with your hair as he gently stroked the side of your face, over your ear where he tucked your hair. Whilst he was doing this, something clicked into place in his head,

“You never stayed before because of your nightmares.” This wasn’t a question. Just a mere statement that was breathed out as he looked at you. Your eyes finally met his, and yours began to fill with tears.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I always wanted to stay but I couldn’t let you see this. I’m sorry.” Crosshair’s heart lurched at your confession and tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I want to help you if you have nightmares.” Crosshair sighed softly, his hand landing on your shoulder, where he rubbed small, feather-like circles on your bare skin. “I care about you. I don’t want you to be alone, particularly when you’re hurting.”

“I care for you too, Crosshair.” You whispered softly.

"I knew my attempts to make you stay weren't that subtle." You couldn't help but giggle slightly and shortly at this.

"N-no, I picked up on those signals a long time ago." You retorted gently. He offered up a small smirk and brushed his knuckles of tear stained cheek once more. He reached up and placed a small kiss to your forehead.

Realising he had nothing further to say, Crosshair crawled back across the bed and lay on his back. You simply watched him as he did so. When he opened his arms for you, you crawled back to him, laying with your head on his chest.  You were still shaking a little, but you slowly calmed as he stroked your back gently. He was warm and comfortable but he had become stoic and calm to in equal measure. You couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about and so you asked him what was on his mind. He dipped his head down to look at you and you were already looking up at him.

"I'm thinking about your nightmares. About Order 66." He said softly, still stroking your back. He was silent for a moment before he added, "no matter what comes our way, I'll always protect you."

"I know." You murmured into his chest as the heaviness of sleep began to wash over you. Eventually, you both fell back to sleep. There were no more nightmares that night.

You Had One Job.

Crosshair x F!Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Established Relationship, Dry/Rude Humor, Mentions of Blood

Summary: When Crosshair risked his life to send his brothers and wife a message, he expected them to heed his warnings. He should have known that his family never does things the way they're supposed to.

A/N: You know when you can never find a fanfic with your specific idea in mind so you write it yourself? That's what this is. This is purely self indulgent, and I'm not apologizing. Happy reading!

"Keep moving, traitor!" The trooper shouted from behind her, and pushed his blaster to her back for good measure.

"Wasn't planning on stopping, asshole." She mumbled to herself. The corridor was dark. The only real source of illumination was the blood-red ray shields containing what must have been hundreds of clone troopers. How could they do this to the men that fought for them so valiantly, not even a year prior? It disgusted her that the Empire was willing to treat its own soldiers this way.

"Stop here." One of the troopers finally barked. She stopped and turned towards the ray shield, but the cell was different than the others. It looked almost like an office. In the center of the room, a man leaned on the desk with a pleased smirk on his face. As the ray shield lifted and she was shoved in the room, she analyzed his face. He had a chiseled jawline, cold blue eyes, and slicked back hair as dark as his aura.

"Ah, the legendary Mrs. (Y/N) (L/N). How wonderful to finally meet you." He smiled. His voice was just as eerily calm as the look in his eyes. She couldn't quite place his intentions.

"Dr. Hemlock, I presume?" She asked.

He let out a slight chuckle. "I am surprised you know that. Very few do."

"Wasn't easy to find out. I actually came here to kill you, but your troopers here took my weapons." The doctor circled her menacingly, as if he was analyzing her.

Hemlock released the handcuffs strangling her wrists and motioned for her to sit. "I'm sorry they ruined your plans. But you and I both know you don't need a weapon to kill me. You could do it right now if you wanted to." As she sat tentatively, he sat on the chair opposite her side of the desk. "And it's getting ever more tempting by the moment, I bet." He teased. She forced herself to appear relaxed, but something about this man felt off.

"I have more self-restraint than that, Doctor."

"Clearly you don't have as much as you think."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Gladly." Hemlock placed a recorder before her and pressed the button.

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Plan 88. They're after Om-

Hemlock let the transmission play a few times, allowing her husbands plea to mock her. He took pleasure in the way she became visibly uncomfortable at the sound of her husbands voice.

"I understand. It must have been hard when he abandoned you." If looks could kill, Hemlock would have been slowly crushed under the weight of a tank.

"You don't know him." She hissed. He nodded his head regretfully.

"Correct. Which is what I'm hoping you can help me with." Hemlock stood behind her and bent down so he spoke directly into her ear. "How do I get him to talk?"

"Did you try saying 'please'?" She said sarcastically.

The doctor released a heavy sigh and stood tall again. "I like you, Mrs. (L/N). You're quite funny. But humor and a pretty face will not help you here."

Despite the threat behind his words, she couldn't help but snort. "You really think I'm pretty?" This time, the Doctor did not laugh. He turned to face her again and grabbed her chin, harshly forcing her to look at him.

"Not for long." He said calmly. As he drew his hand away, the woman saw an opportunity. As hard as she could, she bit the Doctor's finger and refused to let go. His yelp of pain alerted the troopers standing guard outside the room. It took both of them to pull her teeth from his finger.

As Hemlock cradled his bleeding hand, she spat his blood and skin from her mouth with a red-stained grin. "Go fuck yourself, Doctor." The last thing she remembered was a harsh force to the back of her head, and falling to the ground.

-

Growing up, Crosshair believed there were two kinds of soldiers: brave, or stupid. Then he met his wife and learned there was a third option: ballsy. He never considered himself one to shy away from a fight, but he'd never met a woman as daring as her. That was once a trait he admired. Hell, it may even be the one that made him fall in love with her. But now, as he watched his wife's unconscious body be thrown into his prison cell, covered in the blood of a fight she undoubtedly started, he wished dearly that she was a coward.

He forced himself to stay seated on the ground until the troopers left. The moment the ray-shield reactivated, he crawled to her awakening body and held her close.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" He cradled her head in his lap like she was made of glass and delicately brushed her tangled hair from her face. "Wake up, you di'kuit!" He inspected the blood seeping from her mouth, and couldn't help the proud feeling was over him as he realized it wasn't hers.

"Crosshair?" She croaked weakly. She felt like she was dreaming. After a year of being away from him, she finally lay cradled in his arms.

Upon hearing her voice, He helped her sit up and began inspecting her body for injuries. "Are you hurt?" He asked. She had never heard him speak with such concern. Sure, he'd been worried for her before. That was only natural in their line of work. But this wasn't worry. This was genuine fear.

"I'm okay," she assured him. "I'm okay." Her words calmed him. However, as his adrenaline wore off, the realization set in

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He whispered loudly.

Well at least now she could be sure it wasn't a dream. That was definitely her Cross.

Like a child, she swatted his hands away from her face and pouted. “I was trying to save you!”

He looked around the cell, and back at her. “Well, you've done a great job, mesh’la.” He leaned back from his squatting position and sat against the wall opposite her. They stared at each other in tense silence for a moment. "You turned yourself in?"

"Please, you think these new 'stormtroopers' could bring me in by themselves?" His face expressed that he was clearly not pleased with his lovers actions.

"Could you explain to me how 'plan 88' translates to 'turn yourself in to the empire'?" He deadpanned.

She snorts. "Oh please, a warning is just a dangerous challenge."

Her carelessness did little to relieve his frustration. "Dammit, (Y/N) you had one job!" He snapped. Feeling his anger begin to take over, he took a deep breath and pinched the top of his nose. "I told you to run."

"And I told you to stay, so I guess know we're even." She rebutted bitterly. She didn't mean to say it, but the way that he reprimanded her like a child enraged her.

Her spiteful response surprised him. He went silent in shame. He never meant for any of this to happen. He wanted so desperately to go back in time. To stand in front of her on that Kaminoan platform one more time and hold her close. To tell her that he would never leave her side again. But unlike his lover, time was not so forgiving. "I'm sorry." He whispered so quietly she barely heard him.

She regretted her words as soon as she saw him shrink like a wounded dog. With a sigh, she scooted across the room until she was sitting next to him. "I really missed you." She said quietly. He looked up at her beautiful warm eyes with his own and practically melted. She cautiously rested her head on his shoulders and relished in the familiar feeling. For the first time a very long time, he allowed a tear to fall from his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look down at her. Instead he opted to stare at the ceiling in hopes that gravity would keep his tears at bay. He didn't deserve this. Her forgiveness. He hurt her badly, and somehow she was able to act like nothing had happened. Why was she so good to him? Hesitantly, he leaned into her warmth and placed his hand over hers. When she didn't recoil, he felt a wave of emotions overcome him.

"I'm so sorry." He said quietly. "You deserve better."

She lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled up at him. "You are better." She responded.

He was sure he had never been more in love with her.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

Instead of responding, she gently held his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. It wasn't like their kisses used to be - passionate and hungry. This time, his lips slowly and tenderly molded into hers with nothing but pure love. With every second that went on, his body and mind relaxed more and more. He could taste the dried blood from her mouth, but even that didn't bother him.

Suddenly, a familiar imperial alarm began sounding off, followed by emergency lights flashing. The desire in his eyes faded, and confusion took it's place. His wife, however, looked completely unfazed.

"What did you do?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Remember that digestible tracker Tech was always working on?"

"Please tell me you didn't swallow a tracker."

"He made it meiloorun flavored!" She smiled.

As if on cue, the ray shield to their cell disappeared. "They boys are right on schedule." She stood and offered him a hand to do the same. While he struggled to regain his balance, her grip on his hand remained. "Welcome back to Clone Force 99, my love."

He gawked in amazement at his wife. This woman had been tortured, abandoned, betrayed and humiliated by him. And yet here she stood, after breaking into a top secret imperial base, with her hand extended and a still-bloody smile on her face. (Where that blood came from, he still wasn't sure.) If he could marry her twice he would. "Fuck, I love you so much." He exhaled as he wrapped himself in her embrace and felt relief for the first time in a long time.

@superiorsniper this about u? *offers hug*

reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

Bad Batch Period Head-Cannons

Authors note: I’ve read a lot of head cannons about the Bad Batch reacting to the reader on their period, and a lot have the batch cuddling with the reader or bringing them chocolate and sweets. But I don’t usually like physical affection or sweets on my period so I thought I’d write for the people that deal with the same thing!

Warnings: None really

Relationship: The Bad Batch x Gn!Reader

Summary: How the Bad Batch react to the reader on their period.

Hunter:

He would know that you’re on your period, but he wouldn’t be sure on what to do.

In the past you’ve had a consistent habit of pushing him away and burrowing yourself into the covers of your bunk. It was a strange behavior to him since you’re usually touchy or want to be touched.

He’s tried bringing you sweet things, but every time he would, you would push that away too and prefer to eat little to nothing at all. It concerned him and he so badly wanted to help you with what you were going through.

It wasn’t until you broke down that he took action and did whatever he could to help you.

He brought you water, lended you an extra blanket, or calmed you down with comforting words of affirmation.

“I’m sorry, Cyare. I’m sorry I can’t help you more.” He would say. “You’ll feel better soon, I promise you’ll feel better. Please let me help you.”

He would sit with you for a while, long after you calmed down and fallen asleep.

He still hasn’t figured out how to help you more, but he knows that he will always be by your side.

Wrecker:

Wrecker is an affectionate kind of guy, it’s just in his nature! So when you push him away one day, he is hurt and confused.

He would pout in a corner, watching you lay in your bunk, occasionally shifting uncomfortably and readjusting your pillow.

You eventually look behind and whisper that you’re on your period and that you just wanted to be left alone, but he could still sit beside you.

He would move closer, gently twirling a strand of hair in between his fingers.

He understands what a period is, he isn’t dumb. When he thought about it, he could remember past times where you would push away his affection, or refuse sweets he had bought after missions.

“How long does this last?” He stares at your face, watching it contort up in pain. You would tell him it lasted 3 to 7 days and he would gasp in surprise. “That’s a long time! How do you do it, Ad’ika?”

He would sit with you for while, chatting animatedly about whatever to distract you, his energy thriving. It would make you happy and forget all about the pain in your abdomen.

Tech:

Tech does not care much for physically touch to begin with, so you would not have any issues with getting him away.

He would talk your ear off though, staying facts about menstrual cycles and all the side effects.

It’s stuff you already knew and you would get annoyed quickly and tell him off. He wouldn’t get angry, outbursts and being emotional are side effects after all.

He would bring you pain meds and a heating pad to ease the pain. He would make sure you’re well fed hydrated and buy period products if you needed it. Tech has no shame, it would not bother him.

Eventually though, you would reach out to him, grasping his hand gently while he read up on a heated blanket on his data pad. You don’t like physical touch, it heats you up and makes you sticky, but sometimes you like to make an exception for Tech.

“I though you did not care for physical contact.” He’d state matter of factly. You’d shake your head and say just for a moment. “Whatever makes you feel best, Dearest.” He’d thread his fingers in your own and hold on tight.

Echo:

Right off the bat he would get your water and pain killers. Echo wastes no time in making sure you’re comfortable and ready for the long week ahead of you.

He gets you water and heating pads, making sure the ship is cool enough for you to lay under a blanket, but too cool that you’re freezing.

He would let you borrow his data pad so you could binge all your favorite shows and guard the door to make sure no one bothers you.

He would offer his physical touch just in case you needed it, but you would refuse saying his company is just what you needed.

He would linger awkwardly, thinking of anything else you might need. You would laugh and make him join you by your bedside. You would pat his head and the turn the data pad towards him so he can watch whatever drama you are into.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything sweet, Cyar’ika? I have some chocolate stashed somewhere.” You shook your head no and he sighs. “That’s right, it gives you stomach aches. Maybe something salty?”

He’d leave you once you’ve fallen asleep, preparing whatever else you might need once you wake up.

Crosshair:

Your moody self and Crosshairs moody self does not clash well when you’re on your period.

The minute you woke up on your first day of your period, you pushed him into the floor because of a hot flash. He’d curse and glare at you.

Crosshair already knew the procedure. He’d get you what you needed and then leave you as quickly as possible.

As much as the man loves you, he cannot stand you on your period. Don’t get him wrong, it’s not because he finds it gross or weird. He just isn’t used to you being so agitated and he’s worried he might snap at you and hurt your feelings.

He’ll wait for you to fall asleep before going to see you. He’ll fill up your glass of water, replace your heating pad, and make sure you didn’t have any accidents while you huddled underneath your blankets.

“So needy,” He’d mumbled under his breath. He’ll lean over and give you a long kiss on your lips, a whispered sentence passing his own. “Get well soon, love.”

You would have heard him, pretending to sleep because you knew of his little habit. You would smile once he leaves and wait for him to do it again on the days to come.

Hey, can i put in request for our snarky hotshot?

I saw this prompt somewhere and really liked it

“want a massage? i’ve been told that i’m..very good with my hands” and if you’re bored it can lead to some dirty dirty? If that’s the case, body worship maybe? TY soo very much <3

Sorry this took so long lmao. Moving house has been KILLING me. I loved writing this and I hope I did the prompt justice :)

And yes I will continue writing Medic!Reader. Doc is just the perfect gender neutral nickname I am a sucker for when the fic writes itself. No I will not stop and no one can make me.

Crosshair x GN!Reader

(This is my first time attempting to write an actual GN penetration fic so lemme know if it leans to heavily in one way or another. It can be read as either PiA or PiV imo)

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie Word Count: 1700+

Masterlist

Crosshair was loitering again. It wasn’t an uncommon thing; he wasn’t exactly subtle about being soft on you. It was a source of constant teasing from his brothers, much to his chagrin. He was very firm about it “No I do not have a ‘crush’ on the doctor Wrecker, grow up” or “they’re just so fun to tease” which would result in knowing looks shared between his brothers as he stormed off to loiter in your office as you finished paperwork.

Today was no different.

You were hunched over your desk, trying to finish off the last of the medical reports so that you could get to sleep at a reasonable hour for a change as you were once again interrupted by the drawl of a certain handsome sniper.

“Your posture is terrible, that’s gotta be bad on your back” you look over to where Crosshair is leaning against the wall of your office, arms crossed over his chest still clad in his armor moving the ever-present toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other. Fixing him with a scowl you adjust your posture slightly before replying “Well no one is asking you to hang around and berate me about it, don’t you have someone else you would rather annoy?” he hits you with his trademark smirk “No”.

You simply sigh before getting back to your work. You try to ignore him, honestly you do, but it’s difficult. His presence is a source of constant conflict for you, he is devilishly handsome, and he knows it. He enjoys flustering you with flirtatious comments and small touches when the situation allows, he enjoys the way you blush and stumble over your words at his teasing, he enjoys it far too much.

You grunt softly as rub your back, maybe he did have a good point. Your back was sore, your eyes were tired, and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your quarters, take a hot shower and fall into your semi-comfortable bed.

“Told you so” you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he moves off the wall towards you. You sigh and shut off your terminal before glancing over at Crosshair who is now standing behind you, looming over you with his imposing height. “I’m heading back to my quarters Cross, go find someone else to piss off” you tried to snap at him, but your voice just sounded exhausted instead as you rub your shoulders. You stand up and leave towards the direction of your room, attempting to ignore the sniper who was following you.

“You know…” he starts as you look over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow “I’ve been told that I’m very good with my hands, if you want a massage” you think about the offer, wondering if this is a joke or if one of you has actually taken the final step in this ‘will they wont they’ situation you’ve found yourselves in. Deciding to throw caution to the wind you simply nod and lead the way to your quarters.

Once inside you feel a little unsure of how to proceed, you never really thought either of you would take this final step towards… whatever it is that’s happening right now, and you never thought this far ahead. You decide to lay down on your bed, face in your pillows as you hear some shuffling from Crosshair behind you.

You feel Crosshair’s long toned legs against your thighs, something that is decidedly not the hard jab of plastoid and you lift your head up to look behind you only to be greeted with the sight of Crosshair in only the bottom half of his blacks straddling your thighs busying himself with a small packet of lubricant that look eerily familiar. “Did… did you swipe that from my office?” you move your head back down into the pillows to stop Crosshair from seeing your blush as he tuts “where else would I have gotten it?” you decide not to question it as you feel his hands under the hem of your shirt. “You gotta take this off doc, I need room to work” you silently follow his command as you shift and allow him to help you remove your shirt. Ignoring the burning heat in your face as you lay your head against your arms on your pillow.

You shudder slightly as you hear him open the packet and rub his hands together, successfully stifling an embarrassingly desperate moan as his hands make contact with your back. He wasn’t kidding, he is really good with his hands. You feel all your tension leave you as he runs his hands along your back, working through the knots and kinks in your muscles as you feel yourself melting into the mattress.

He works his hands lower until his fingers are digging into your hips as his thumbs work on a particularly tense area of your lower back. You fail to stifle your moan this time, you also fail to notice the sharp inhale and movement of Crosshairs hips to the sound. You’re lost in the bliss of Crosshair’s hands as he finally breaks the silence that has settled over the two of you “You know doc… I think I could get better access if you moved your pants down a little” you both know this is probably untrue, but at this point you really don’t care. The two of you have been moving around this for far too long and if this is what it takes for you to finally step over the line, you’re more than ready. You nod as you feel Crosshair’s hands snake their way under your pants and underwear, pulling them down slowly as he reveals more of your skin to him.

“You’re… stunning doc” his voice is breathy with a barely contained desire as he runs his hands down over your bare skin, running his fingers over the flesh of your ass kneading the soft skin before he leans down and starts trailing a line of kisses down your back. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this… wanted you” he continues pulling your pants down further. “I need you to tell me you want this too” his voice has dropped into a breathy whisper as he speaks to you.

You raise your head slightly to look behind you, his face and chest are dusted with a light blush, his eyes are blown wide with lust and there is a very prominent bulge in his blacks. You nod, wetting your lips as you find the words “yes… yes I want this too”. You watch as Crosshair lets out a shuddered exhale and moves to find the leftover lube from the packet before placing your head back into your pillow.

“Just lie back and enjoy Doc…” his voice is husky as he returns his hands to your body, running them along your thighs up towards the swell of your ass, placing kisses along your back, his stubble sending tingles through your body as he brings his now slick fingers to your entrance. You tense slightly as he slowly pushes a single finger inside you, pumping it in and out for a bit before adding a second scissoring them slightly. “Fuuuck… you’re so tight doc… can’t wait to feel you around my cock” you shudder at his voice, the feeling of his long fingers filling you up, soft moans falling from your lips as he moves the digits in and out of your tight entrance.

You whimper slightly at the feeling of his fingers leaving you, only to take a sharp inhale as you feel him move behind you, removing the bottom half of his blacks. You steal another quick glance behind you and gasp at the sight of him.

He’s huge, long and thick with precum beading at the tip. You watch as he pours the remainder of the lube onto his length, giving himself a few strokes before leaning over you, one hand beside your head as he uses the other to line himself up with your prepped hole. You moan as you feel the blunt head of his cock press against you before slowly pressing in. The sounds he makes as he slowly feeds his length inside you are utterly sinful, a long groan of your name leaves his lips as he holds himself above you with both arms, panting softly.

“Fuck… Doc you’re so fucking tight. You take my cock so well” his voice is shaky, as if he’s trying to hold himself back from slamming his hips into yours with reckless abandon. You turn your head again and nod, hoping that he gets the hint that he can start moving.

He does, his first thrusts are slow, tentative, gauging your reactions before he begins picking up the pace at your soft moans of his name. It’s not long before he’s moving his hips into yours, ripping pornographic moans from your chest that you would probably be embarrassed about if you weren’t so thoroughly engulphed in pleasure.

“Fuck just like that, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this Doc… You’re fucking perfect” he lets out another long groan as he fucks you with reckless abandon, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer towards your release. His rhythm begins to faulter slightly as his breathing gets heavier “where...?” his voice is strained as he holds himself back from the edge “inside” you let out one long moan of his name as your climax washes over you, your legs shaking from pleasure as Crosshair slams his hips inside of you a few more times before letting out a sinful moan as his cock throbs and he finishes inside you, filling you with his cum.

He leans down against your back as you both pant, attempting to catch your breath, both of your bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat as you bask in your afterglows. He pulls his softening length out of you before disappearing to the refresher to grab you a damp towel, throwing it at you as he places a toothpick in his mouth.

“Not a word of this to my brothers. If I have to hear ‘I told you so’ from Hunter I’ll deck him”  

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

THERE IS SOMETHING TO BE SAID FOR FREEDOM

AKA Analysis of Crosshair in The Tipping Point

This may sound like a strange claim to be making about Crosshair in S2 E14. (SPOILERS BELOW IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THIS EPISODE YET).

Crosshair is imprisoned this entire episode. Tied down. Tortured. Unable to move. And yet I was almost speechless at how he is rendered, in both his facial expressions and his choices. As strange as it sounds to say, I think Crosshair is at peace in this episode. This man is finally, fully HIMSELF. It’s HIM. This is the REAL Crosshair, like we’ve never seen him before.

His face (and his eyes) are so OPEN. I don’t know how else to describe it. Prior to this, Crosshair had a variety of colorful facial expressions that he usually kept on him, ranging from sarcastic sneers, brows pulling together in worry, feigned disinterest, and downright rage. (I will be making a separate post on the expansive range of Crosshair’s expressions and how I think they signify what his real emotions are). 

But here, we start with Crosshair in a prison cell, being roughly taken out of his confinement to another location. Normally I would expect Crosshair to have a very sour, disdainful look on his face as these TK troopers cuff him and haul him out. But he doesn’t. Yes there’s a bit of a raised eyebrow still, but his face is just calm. Open. Serious but not fraught with tension. (Also, shameless side note: this man looks so good in blue/gray/not black colors. They make him seem softer and more open, as well).

Not only that, but he gazes around him, eyes moving side to side, paying attention to the other prison cells (maybe even looking to see if there was someone he knew also being held there?), even getting himself in trouble for taking an interest in those around him. Crosshair, who has always held himself separate and apart, has always pretended to look away even when he was listening. He is present, even in the midst of a horrible situation. 

I was reminded of the end shot in The Solitary Clone, and the parallels of him walking freely down the hallway as an imperial there, and a prisoner here. But in the first one he’s actually a prisoner inside himself, while in the second, he might be held captive on the outside, but he’s free on the inside. 

Even to Emerie and Hemlock, Crosshair remains surprisingly mild and level in his responses. May I remind you what this man’s face has looked like earlier in his story when dealing with people in power over him - and when being tasked to give up his family.

But instead he simply gazes at them calmly–suspicious, but clear-headed. He is in possession of his self esteem and purpose once again, and he doesn’t need to put on a front of superiority or fury in order to face the gaze of others. 

And he knows immediately what the doctor wants. He obviously has no intention of giving up his brothers. His face and tone remain even, controlled. He still says “the kid” to Hemlock’s face, but there is no animosity in using those words. And we will see how that was no longer Crosshair’s real opinion of Omega.

On the flipside of this calmness, we have very rarely seen Crosshair fall apart from pain or fear in front of others. But this torture from Hemlock is excruciating, and as a result of Crosshair’s emotions being closer to the surface, his sensitivity to pain and fear and anguish are on full display as well. 

He manages to escape the current torture, but his goal isn’t to save himself. In maybe the most important scene of this episode, Crosshair risks his life to warn and try to save his family, his brothers, his sister, with no regard for the consequences to himself. And yes, we almost got to hear him say “Omega” for the first time. Do we need any more proof that he cares? Crosshair is finally, truly, making the right decisions for the right reasons and he knows it. And that loyalty is going to help him bear whatever he has to bear to keep his family safe. 

He is in so much pain and I hate it 😭

“Why suffer more?” Hemlock asks him. He is defiant, yes. But his “severe and unyielding nature,” his stubbornness and loyalty, his need to be accepted for who he is, are finally being put to the right purpose.

(Also, you cannot tell me this wasn't foreshadowing from The Solitary Clone.)

This is a man who loves and cares DEEPLY, who loves his family even after having had all trust severed on both sides, who would do anything to protect them, even if it means risking his own sanity and self. This man is at peace with his own actions - FINALLY. This is him. And that means so much to me.

I apologize now for the pain, but I am going to end by connecting this to a quote from Andor. Maarva’s last message to Cassian broke my heart and rebuilt it from the inside when I first heard it, and I realized that it could fully apply to Crosshair as well:

"Tell him, he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes, and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good. Tell him... I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong." 

Keeping Company

Let this man fucking rest

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Genre: Fluff? Idk, just kinda quiet and soft

Warnings: None

Description: Sometimes Crosshair just needs you close.

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