My Bbygworls

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." 

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

The Bad Batch season 2 did a number on my heart. Be ready for some Crosshair fanarts XD

I really hope he gets to be happy at least a little bit in season 3. He so deserves it.

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@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.

I always imagined Cross' eyes to be sensitive and get strained sometimes and when they do he'd turn into a teddy bear or smth he'd just want to cling to you and bury his face into your shoulder to keep the light away while so needy for cuddles or hugs and his squad is just like

🕴 that our Cross?? (bc before he met reader if his eyes got strained hed be the most grumpy gremlin his brothers have ever met)

Author's Note: This is so cute!! I love the idea that Crosshair has eyes just as or close to as good as Hunter's thanks to his enhancements

Summary: Crosshair might be a loner but even he knows that sometimes tender loving care is what works best.

Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sensory overload, fluffy, Crosshair being a grumpy little shit that needs cuddles,

-Hey. You busy?

Looking over at your datapad you see a message from Hunter, before glancing back at your computer. Hunter knows damn well that you're always busy, it's more so a matter of if you're too busy to sneak away and do whatever he has in mind.

Well, your work is practically done, so you'll message back in a few minutes once you're free. Because you know damn well that once you start with them, you'll be roped into whatever mess is currently happening. Before you have a chance to finish however, Hunter gives some much needed context to his earlier message. Not too much, however.

-Come here and help deal with Crosshair.

Since when did you become the resident sniper tamer?

Though Hunter knows you well enough, as even though you don't respond, you quickly finish up what you've been working on before getting up. Their barracks are a good ways across the base so it's a decent walk, enough that you can send a quick message.

-On my way.

Part of you is curious what in the galaxy could warrant such am urgent sounding message from Hunter; Though you'd probably never be able to hazard a guess. Hunter doesn't respond, largely because he knows you'll be there the moment he does. Their barracks are a good ways out of the way, but the walk isn't that far. Tech has it timed, actually; In another odd random bit of knowledge he has stored away in the brain of his.

It seems this time you were particularly speedy, as he's a few seconds shorter than usual when you arrive, the door opening. The moment you enter you can feel the tension, as everyone hovers around the center of the room. Hunter comes up to you, and you whisper:

"What happened?" Looking over to see Crosshair on his bunk, with everyone glancing his way, but attempting to be subtle about it. His hand is pressing against his eyes and forehead, hard enough that he surely can't see very well. Hunter fills you in with the only word that is necessary.

"Flashbang." Oh no.

You know Crosshair's eyes are incredibly sensitive much like Hunter's, which also makes him very sensitive to things like bright lights. The two of them are the main reason why they have the lights in all their barracks, and the Marauder, dimmed so low.

Tech is hovering close by, the closest that the Batch has for a medic keeping an eye on a fuming Crosshair. Wrecker comes closer to check and gets venom spit at him, before he presses his hand back onto his face.

While his brothers are concerned and wanting to help, hovering and asking constantly if he's ok are both things that don't work intermingled with someone like Crosshair. You know that he just wants pitch black, and silence that's just as deep as possible.

Sighing softly you step away from Hunter, walking over to his bunk. You don't say anything, just sit on the edge and gently put your hand on his shoulder. You've delt with this Crosshair before, so you have a decent idea of what helps and what doesn't.

Within a few minutes he pulls you closer to him, forcing you to lean back more until you're partly laying down. He wraps his arms around your body, as his face presses against the black of your shirt above your chest but below your shoulder; Wrecker groaning and walks by yelling:

"Hey! Keep it clean, we're still here!" Wrecker jokes, laughing loudly.

Crosshair's hand quickly darts out to get a piece of Wrecker, who deftly dodges it.

"Fuck off."

He feels your hand gently on the back of his head, fingers playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. His arms tighten around your ribs even more. His head is throbbing so much he doesn't care how he looks, or that what his brothers are saying isn't actually insulting. He'll just act like it is, and bite at them none the less. In a bit he'll be back to normal, but for now he'll indulge.

It's hard to believe that you've actually been a positive influence on his overall attitude, until you have times like this.

"Just leave him alone, Wrecker." Echo quietly speaks up from across the room, where he's cleaning dirt from the inner seams of his armor pieces.

You kind of wish you'd brought your datapad with you in hindsight, as now that Crosshair has you trapped, you have one hand completely empty as the other lays on the back of his head. It's also a little boring, just watching his brothers go about their individual work as quiet as possible.

A few months ago Crosshair would've never even considered doing anything remotely similar to this, but thankfully his edges have been buffed just the tiniest, tiniest little fraction.

You remember a long while back Crosshair had muttered that he didn't deserve you, and while you had vehemently denied the notion, he didn't seem to take it entirely to heart. You only hope these sorts of gestures help reassure him, relaxing with him as the thumping of his headache ever so slowly goes away.

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2021 (Fanfiction) in Review

Fics Written This Year:

One Shots

I Could Do Worse (Game of Thrones OC)

A Tale of Regret (Loki x Sigyn)

The Proposition (Loki x Sigyn)

Something Domestic (Hawkeye Pierce x OC)

Home is Where You Are (Din Djarin x Reader)

On Purpose (Hawkeye Pierce x OC)

The One At His Side (Thrawn x Reader)

Hold Me Close (John Constantine x OC)

What Happens If I Lose You (Thrawn x Captain)

What If...Loki Lost His Love (Loki x Sigyn)

Drabbles

“I almost lost you kiss.” (Loki x Sigyn)

"Because we're the good guys! Gosh darn it!' (Marvel OC)

"You can't be mad." (Loki x Sigyn)

"Do you trust me?" (Thrawn x Captain)

Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap. (Marvel OC x OC)

Blurting out confession of love (Poe Dameron x OC)

Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second (Hawkeye Pierce x OC)

“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you.” (Hawkeye Pierce x OC) 18+

“You have no idea how much i want you.” (Thrawn x Reader) 18+

“I may or may not have left some….marks.” (Hawkeye Pierce x OC) 18+

Captain Rex x Medic!Reader (Captain Rex x Reader)

Late Night Conversations (Din Djarin x OC)

Hand holding...only realizing it when they have to let go (Din Djarin x OC)

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin + kissing their bruises and scars (Thrawn x Captain)

shielding the other one with their body (Thrawn x Reader)

pulling the other one towards them (Eli Vanto x Reader)

kissing the other’s brow + putting their head on the other’s chest (John Constantine x OC)

A Lullaby (Din Djarin x OC)

staring too long (Din Djarin x OC)

soothing kiss (Thrawn x Captain)

wake-up kisses + sleepy kisses (Poe Dameron x OC)

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths (Loki x Sigyn)

Top Of Head Kisses (Loki x Sigyn)

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing (Loki x Sigyn)

“Aww, is my little princess getting shy?” (Loki x Sigyn) (18+)

Sigyn Waking Loki (Loki x Sigyn)

Hiding face in neck (Din Djarin x OC)

Feeling for each other in the dark (Thrawn x Reader)

bandaging/stitching up an injury (Captain Rex x Medic!Reader)

listening to the other’s heartbeat (Obi Wan x Reader)

Sigyn Leaves Loki (Loki x Sigyn)

Just some cuddling (Loki x Sigyn)

How Conqueror Sigyn Got the Last Infinity Stone (Loki x Sigyn)

Interruptions (Loki x Sigyn)

Locked in a Room + Huddling for Warmth (Hawkeye Pierce x OC)

"Pull over. Let me drive a while." (Din Djarin x OC)

"Come here. Let me fix it." (Thrawn x Reader)

"I want you to be happy." (Hawkeye Pierce x OC)

"One more chapter." (Loki x Reader)

"I want you to have this." (Din Djarin x OC)

Din and Zena's First Kiss (Din Djarin x OC)

Loki holds Vali for the first time (Loki x Sigyn)

Elenna Stark and the Lannisters Snippets (Jaime Lannister x OC)

"Listen to me." (MASH Ghost AU)

“Leave your hand there, sweetheart, it feels good.” (Fives x Reader Ghost AU) 18+

“Quit whining.” (Commander Wolffe x Reader, Werewolf AU)

Jotun!Loki x Reader, Tentacle AU 18+

"Don't yell at me." (Boba Fett x Reader, Demon AU)

“I’m in heat." (Thrawn x Reader, Naga AU) 18+

“Eat me.” (Fives x Reader, Werewolf AU)

“I’m gonna marry you just for doing that.” (Loki x Reader, Vampire AU) 18+

“I’m not jealous." (Loki x Sigyn, Vampire AU)

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” + “They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.” (Padmé Amidala x Reader, Vampire AU) 18+

“Marry me.” (Stephen Strange x Reader, Vampire AU)

Maul x Reader, Demon AU 18+

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” (Captain Rex x Reader, Angel AU)

“Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” (Cassian Andor x Reader, Vampire AU) 18+

“W- What are you doing?” (Din Djarin x Reader, Werewolf AU)

“Your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?" (Thrawn x Reader, Fae AU) 18+

"Kiss me." (Loki x Sigyn, Ghost AU)

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop." (Poe Dameron x Reader, Vampire AU) 18+

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” (Hawkeye Pierce x Reader, Vampire AU)

"Finish inside me. I mean it." (Darth Maul x Reader, Alien AU) 18+

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” (Captain Rex x Reader, Fae AU)

"I could watch you ride me all day." (Savage Oppress x Reader, Demon AU) 18+

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” (Thrawn x Reader, Psychopomp AU)

“I could watch you ride me all day.” (Din Djarin x Reader, Werewolf AU) 18+

"Marry me." (Captain Rex x Reader, Vampire AU)

Maul x Reader, Angel AU 18+

Takeaways from reflecting on your kick-ass writing, or kick-ass lack of writing, during a year more focused on survival than perhaps any other:

This is the year for OC appreciation I guess. My apologies for everyone who follows me for other reasons. COVID finally got to me it seems. I wasn’t as productive as I wanted, but I did write more drabbles then I thought. Maybe next year will be better.

Most surprising fic you wrote this year:

Probably all my Logyn stuff. I didn’t realize the Sigyn fandom was so vocal, but I guess we have the Loki series to thank for that.

How you grew as a writer this year:

I certainly became more confident and open about my OCs.

What’s coming in 2021:

I haven’t the slightest idea. I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep. Hopefully I’ll complete some series, but who knows.

@superiorsniper would you buy this beauty just to piss of someone?

Comfort and Chamomile

A Bad Batch Fanfiction

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: Aprox. 750

Summary: You're miserable and sick on the Havoc Marauder, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to feel any better. Crosshair takes notice and decides he's not going to ask questions- he's just going to help, and he does it in the best ways possible.

A/N: This is for @fives-girlfriend. Based off your recent posts, I figured you could use a little something. I hope you enjoy and feel better soon, friend!

Taglist: @techs-stitches @nahoney22 @zaya-mo @photogirl894 @erellenora

“Here.” Crosshair held out the bottle of medicine Tech had purchased earlier that day. “Take it.”

“I already did,” you muttered, trying to adjust yourself in the highly uncomfortable chair you had spent the afternoon in. The entire Batch had insisted you rest and recuperate, but no matter where you went in the Marauder, nowhere was comfortable, so you had settled on a chair in the cockpit, where at least you had a decent view. Your joints felt like they were on fire, and every movement caused them to hurt all the more, but in a last stitch effort to get comfortable, you pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to ignore the twisted feeling in your stomach.

“That was 6 hours ago. You need to take more.” Crosshair held it closer to you, but you ignored him, wincing as your sinuses burned with every breath you took. You were sore, in pain, and downright miserable. Logically, you knew you should take the medicine…. But…. You just didn’t want to. You wanted to curl into a ball and just… sleep? Cry? You didn’t know at this point, you were just so drained.

But you saw the concerned look Crosshair gave when he thought you weren’t paying attention and decided to surrender. You reached over and gulped down the dose he offered you, whimpering slightly, both in disgust and pain as the taste lingered in your mouth and your joints screamed in protest of your movement.

Crosshair stood there for a moment before heading towards the back of the ship wordlessly. When he returned, he was almost completely hidden by the large stack of grey and red blankets in his arms. You recognized several of them and realized that there would be multiple Batch members who would awake later and find themselves missing their sleeping amenities, but Crosshair didn’t seem to care. He laid them out in rumpled but fluffy layers on the floor, before disappearing again into the back of the ship. He returned once more, this time with a canteen of some sort in hand, before taking a seat on the veritable mountain of blankets. He motioned you to come over, and you were about to plop down beside him when he pulled you into his lap, the two of you coming almost face to face.

“Crosshair, I don’t want you to get sick!” you protested, but he simply shook his head.

“I don’t care. Now shut up for a minute.” He pulled you into a warm hug, burying his face in your neck, his fingers gently massaging the small of your back as he held you close. You slowly began to relax, resting your head on Crosshair’s shoulder as you just sat there and felt him breathe… slowly… calmly. He’d never ask you to do this- He’d just… well… do it. And you wished he’d do it more.

You winced as a burst of pain shot through your sinuses, the burning sensation that you’d been dealing with all day becoming increasingly noticeable. Crosshair started, realizing your discomfort and he gently helped you turn around and take a seat between his legs on the blanket, your back resting comfortably against his chest as he grabbed an extra blanket and laid it securely over you. He snatched the canteen he had brought in and wrapped his arms around you, opening it in front of you.

The smell of chamomile tea drifted out of it, the warm steam floating up into your burning airways, and soothing them immensely. You relaxed and took several deep breaths as Crosshair held the container under your nose, enjoying the feeling of being able to breathe normally for the first time in hours. You clasped it in your hands, taking it from him, and took a hesitant sip.

Sweet and smooth hot liquid cleansed your pallet, and you sighed, letting your head fall back against Crosshair’s chest. He pulled you close, gently messaging the base of your neck with one hand, the other hand wrapped around your waist. He gently kissed your burning hot temple, stroking your hair back and out of your face. He didn’t scold you or offer any verbal commentary of any sort… but you didn’t need him to. His actions spoke far louder than words ever could.

So, he just held you there in the comfortable silence, as you sipped your tea and listened to him breathe… the aches in your body countered by the warmth of the blankets and Crosshair’s protective, loving embrace… and before long, you drifted into a peaceful and restful sleep in his arms.

sweetheart, i will ruin you (1/3)

“I’m top of my squad for a reason.”

“What else are you on top of?"

“Clever girl. Do you want to find out?”

in which, you meet a toothpick-shaped clone at a bar, and he leaves you hanging. so you fuck every clone you can to piss him off.

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words: 2.6k no season 2 spoilers

crossthots, come get yalls food

uh. how the fuck is the first smut i post with fucking CROSSHAIR?? I have no excuses. His voice in the S3 trailer got to me, i guess. i blame @starsscarmyceiling

18+ only, minors DNI or you will be blocked.

You didn’t set out to become the most infamous woman to ever grace the doors of 79’s, but that’s just how it happened.

Your friends- acquaintances, more like -had dragged you out to the club, wanting to see some troopers before they were deployed for action. Your crush on clones was no secret amongst your social circle, at least not after one of them discovered a pin-up clone magazine next to your vibrator after you accidentally left the bedside table drawer open.

While you liked clones, seeing them in their natural habitat at 79s felt…odd. Like you weren’t supposed to be there, like you were intruding. You and your friends in your party clothes stuck out like a sore thumb against the sea of white plastoid armor.

Then your eyes crossed his.

While he looked similar to every other clone, a crosshair symbol tattoo punctuated his right eye and his gaze shot through you like a bullet. He was leaner, taller, built like the toothpick in his mouth, and leaned against the wall with an intoxicating confidence. You blushed as he stared you down - was he staring at you since you came in?

You pulled your attention away from him and began nursing your drink, hoping your friends wouldn’t notice how flushed you were.

“I think she found one she likes,” one of your friends said, sing-songy. What was her name? Sam? She was always a bitch.

Out of the corner of your eye, he moved. Shit. A chorus of “oohs” erupted as he walked towards you, one of his hands toying with the toothpick in his mouth.

“Care for another drink?” he said, voice raspy but sultry in a way that made your pulse race and palms warm.

“…Sure,” you finally find the courage to say after a silence much too long.

“Alone?” he says. Your friends murmur.

As he slides his credit chit across the counter, you know he knows you’ll say yes. He knew he had you, just like prey in a scope.

“Why not?” you say as the bartender hands you the drink. If anything, free alcohol.

He guides you back to his booth of the bar, arm hovering over your waist. Your friends are gossiping madly, but you can’t be bothered to care. He stares at you from the other side of the narrow.

“So.” You state, and take a sip of your drink. You want to ask, why me? but think better of it. Instead of answering you, he continues to stare.

“You looked miserable. Thought I’d help you out. He breaks your gaze to peer into the neon across the bar. “Doesn’t hurt that you’re nice to look at.”

The compliment catches you off guard as you self-consciously look down at your pink velvet dress. Your chest is uncharacteristically exposed compared to what you usually wear.

“Yeah, we’re celebrating tonight. Someone’s wedding, don’t care whose. I figured, why not come with them?” The lie slips off your tongue easily enough - this man doesn’t need to know that your friends dragged you out here due to the aforementioned vibrator-magazine incident.

“You don’t seem like the type to hang out here,” he says, voice smooth as a snake, sending goosebumps up your arms.

“I’m not,” you admit. “Sick of staying in all the time, I guess.”

“We don’t see many like you in 79s,” his voice, sultry and smooth, slithers across the table. “Innocent. Not fawning.”

“I hope that’s a compliment.”

“It is, party girl.” The term of endearment sends a shot of arousal to your core and you take in a breath, trying to remain composed.

You huff. “I thought we just established that I’m the opposite of that.”

“It’s ironic. I’d thought a smart girl like you would understand that.”

You inhale, exhale, wanting to move this conversation away from topics that will only fluster you. “What’s your unit? You don’t look like any clone I’ve ever seen before.”

“Not relevant to the conversation. I want to know more about you,” he smirks. His hand rests on the table, toothpick in hand, as he leans forward.

Fine. Two could play at that game - you’re sick of his pompous assholery already, how he got your blood running hot with just a glance. You could definitely tack on the charm if necessary, and boy, did he need to be taken down a notch. You lean forward, closer to him, knowing this angle gives him a better view of your plunging neckline.

“What do you want to know, mystery man?” He surprisingly keeps his eyes level with yours and resists the urge to gaze downward. He’s not giving up so easily.

“Everything about you, sweetheart,” he says the nickname so sickeningly sweetly, “but a name will do the job for now.”

It’s so hard to keep your composure as his eyes bore into yours. More alcohol would help, and you take another sip.

“Mira,” you say your real name, realizing after the fact that you should have given this man- who likely has a higher killcount than you have friends -a fake name.

“Mira,” he purrs, drawing out the syllables. “Suits you.” As his words shiver down your spine, you suddenly don’t regret giving him your real name.

“And you?” Your friends are long forgotten now as the pounding music of the club matches your heartbeat.

“Crosshair,” he says, and you snort into your drink. “What’s so funny?”

“Apt name,” you murmur. “Considering.” You gesture to his eye tattoo.

“Ah. Well, I don’t let anything out of my sight once they've caught my eye, so it fits.” The innuendo makes heat pool between your legs and he leans even closer. Stars, your foreheads were almost touching.

“And I’d say someone just entered my sights,” he finishes.

You break his gaze. Look at his lips, took another sip.

“Is that so?” is all you can muster. Fuck, your voice broke, and he smirks.

He tilts his head. “I’m top of my squad for a reason.” His hand grazes your forearm, and the electricity it sends across your body is nearly as intoxicating as the alcohol. You desperately want to turn the tables on him, make him the one blushing crimson, so you muster your confidence.

“What else are you on top of?” You try to alluringly run your hand over his arm, press your nails ever so gently into his forearm, but your hands shake and you can’t meet his eyes.

He chuckles. “Clever girl. Do you want to find out?”

You force yourself to look him in the eye, willing yourself not to imagine exactly what that would be like. “I’d love to see you on top.”

His grip on your arm tightens. “That…can be arranged.” His breath echoes on your cheek, and you wish this damn table wasn’t in the way. Crosshair notices how pressed up you are against it.

“Eager, aren’t you?” He chuckles.

“Don’t act as if you aren’t dying to get your hands all over me,” you say.

He takes the toothpick from his mouth and drags it along your arm. “Now why would I do that and ruin the chase?”

The toothpick, while not sharp, is just pointy enough to leave a brief white mark along your arm, and you shiver. Crosshair stands up, your hand in his, and the soft gesture catches you by surprise. Before you can linger on it, though, his hand moves to wrap along your waist as he pulls you into a dim alcove of the bar. You’re backed into the wall, and he looks about to lay his hands on either side of you when a familiar voice perks up.

“Mira, are you coming? We’re going to hit the next bar,” Sam says. Instantly, your stomach coils, and not in the pleasurable way you were hoping for.

“She’s occupied,” Crosshair murmurs.

“I didn’t ask you, toothpick,” Sam retorts. Crosshair scowls at the nickname.

“Are you coming, Mira?”

“No,” you respond. While you appreciated Sam checking in to make sure you were okay, you really wish she hadn’t barged in on such an…intimate moment.

“I’ll holo you later,” you say. You were about to say you would catch up with them later, but you realized the odds of that happening were getting lower and lower.

Sam looked between you and Crosshair, somewhat confused. “Alright. Be safe.”

Crosshair looks behind to make sure the two of you wouldn’t be interrupted again. When he’s satisfied your friends have left, he runs a hand along the side of your face.

“Now. Where were we?” he whispers into your neck. Bolts of pleasure coarse along your skin, and you instinctively place your hands around his torso. Crosshair hums appreciatively and comes closer to closing the gap between the two of you. This wasn’t your first time doing something like this - hell, it wasn’t your first time getting physical at the bar - but it had never been this sensual, this nerve-wracking before.

Crosshair’s running his hands on the most innocent parts of your body -arms, hands, clavicle - in a way that feels simply erotic. He hasn’t even kissed you yet, and you feel like jelly. Your hair has most certainly fallen from its once-pristine updo and a slight sheen of sweat covers your forehead.

“So responsive,” he hums into your neck. “I am going to ruin you, sweetheart.”

“And I’ll do the same to you,” you pant, knowing your disheveled state suggests otherwise.

“Really? I’d like to see you try,” he laughs into your neck. His leg pushes slightly into your thigh in a move that almost seems accidental, but the delightful pressure that results couldn’t have been a mistake. You hold back a moan. Stars, no man had ever unraveled you this completely in such a short amount of time. Usually, you were the one calling the shots, the one pushing them against the wall.

In an attempt to gain some control over the situation, you push yourself into his body, but given the way he leans in and fucking smirks, you know it was what he wanted all along. Crosshair, with one hand wrapped around your waist, perks your chin up with his other hand so you meet his eyes.

“You are such a delicate little thing,” he says, and then he kisses you.

First kisses were typically gentle, but Crosshair was not a typical man. His lips are rough and nearly nonexistent, and he immediately pushes his tongue into your mouth. You gasp and whimper as you relent against the wall. His body is fully against you now, one leg gently brushing your inner thighs. Your hands curl around the base of his neck as your legs widen and your tongue brushes his. You run your tongue along the base of his teeth, a move that elicits the slightest gasp from him. Before you can gloat at the minor victory, though, he presses harder against you and his hard cock becomes apparent against your thighs.

The thought that he was as turned on by this as you were causes you to whimper and lean into the kiss, not caring that you were in public and there were definitely people watching. Who cares? It was 79s, after all. Debauchery was expected and encouraged.

You slightly buck your hips and by the way Crosshair grunts, you know he was ready to take you then and there, and by the feeling of wetness between your legs, you were too. His arm that was behind you reaches up and buries into your hair, pulling your face even closer to him. Wanting to reciprocate his level of passion, and overcome with desire, you give his ass a light smack. Crosshair immediately pulls away from you, and you know you’ve made a mistake.

“I am in charge here, sweetheart. Do something like that again and I’ll make sure you remember.” His words, while a threat, make your knees buckle underneath you. You want to know what would happen if you disobeyed him again, but you want to continue with what you’ve begun too much to find out.

“Understood,” you respond, breath ragged. He pulls away from you further and looks around.

“How about a change in scenery?” He asks, and you nod, a bit too eagerly for your liking.

Crosshair leads you out of 79s, and the lingering glances from other patrons make you blush - as if you weren’t just getting hot and heavy in the back corner. He leads you to an alleyway not far from the bar, in between two buildings. Thankfully, there appear to be no windows, and he’s led you to an area nestled between boxes that would be difficult to find if you weren’t looking for it. The dangers of following a man with possessive tendencies into a dark alleyway at night aren’t lost on you, but you find yourself too worked up to care.

“I bet you take all the girls here,” you rib.

“Only the clever ones,” he says, but before you can quip a response, you’re back against the wall and his mouth is on your neck, covering it in little licks. You put a hand over your mouth, self censoring.

“Don’t mute yourself, sweetheart. I want to hear how much I ruin you,” he says as he leans up from your neck. “Nobody can hear you back here.”

The thought should terrify you, but it only makes you louder as Crosshair slips a hand between the flimsy scraps of fabric that cover your breasts. His hands gently caress them as you moan, a tenderness you weren’t expecting from him. He’s pulled away from your neck and now watches you with intense concentration as his hand palms your breast. You attempt to rub your knee between his legs, but you’re too weak from his hands for it to be a worthwhile effort. Stars, you wanted this man, and you wanted him in a dingey alleyway on the lower levels of Coruscant. What was the galaxy coming to?

“That’s it,” he encourages as you unravel against the wall. The hand that was wrapped around your breast slowly works its way down between your legs. Your dress is short and he can easily slide his hand on the outside of your underwear; the slight pressure from his hand against your center makes your head splay back as you let out a heady moan.

“You’re so wet,” he nearly moans. His voice is more labored now, obviously aroused at your arousal. He seems close to breaking the façade of uncaring bastard, brows furrowed and mouth taut. The hand between your legs fastens, but only agonizingly so.

“Crosshair,” you moan, and he closes his eyes at the mention of his name. You rock against his hand, desperate for any sort of contact. You needed this.

And then, just as quickly as it started, he pulls his hand away from you and you whimper.

“What…” you say, not really a question, but a statement. “Is something wrong?” Crosshair looks labored, torn, even, but then the signature asshole persona slips back into place.

“Sorry to get you worked up, sweetheart, but I’ve got places to be. You’re a mess - you should clean up before heading out.” He pauses. “You were…alright. I’ll be in touch.”

And then Crosshair left, leaving you aching and wanting in the alley near 79s as you were left wondering what you did wrong.

may i please request bondage smut with crosshair?

Of course you can 👀 I hope you like this 🙏

Celebration

Summary: It's late in the evening and Crosshair comes home to see you after another successful mission. And Crosshair only celebrate in one way.

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Oral sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, a little bit of fluff.

"Take off your clothes."

Biting down on your lip, you started undressing for him, piece by piece of your clothing falling to the floor until you stood naked before him. Crosshair's eyes roamed your body, and you couldn't help the heat spreading across your face. No matter how often he had seen you naked, he always made you feel like it was the first time.

"Lay down on the bed," he ordered, his voice heavy with lust.

Obeying his order, you made yourself comfortable on the bed. You watched with bated breaths as he opened the nightstand, took out the silk ribbon hidden there and bound your hands together above your head. Your heart pounded in your chest as Crosshair smirked up at you as he placed himself between your legs. Then, you gasped, feeling the pad of his fingers between your thighs, probing your folds apart.

Crosshair took two fingers, spreading your pussy lips open, eyes darkening at the sight of your slick folds.

"Kriff, your pussy is perfect," you heard him mumble and moaned when you felt his tongue flick across your clit.

Crosshair sucked your clit hard between his lips before he slid his tongue down between your butt cheeks and back up, lapping up every drop of your juices along the way. You moaned, face flushed with arousal and embarrassment at how absolutely filthy he was.

"You taste so good," Crosshair breathed and lowered his head again, immediately pushing his tongue inside your pussy as he buried his face between your legs. Moaning, you bucked your hips against his face as you watched him between your thighs.

Crosshair massaged each side of your clit with his tongue, before sucking it hard between his lips and pushing his fingers deeper inside of you. Your pussy was so soaked, there was zero resistance and you eagerly swallowed his fingers. Crosshair pounded them deep and hard inside of you, pushing on your G-spot. Your hips lifted off the bed on their own, as you ground your pussy hard against his face. You felt your orgasm building, getting stronger and stronger.

"You're gonna make me come...," you gasped. "Please don't stop."

Crosshair growled against your pussy after hearing you, and while never letting his lips lose grip on your clit, he started finger fucking you as hard as he could. Each thrust sent a jolt through your body, causing your thighs to quiver and your core to clench.

"Oh maker, I'm gonna come!"

You felt the heat rise inside you, your breathing heavy and fast as you tugged on the restraints, yearning to grab and hold his head in place. You felt your body tense up, and before you knew it, you were completely lost.

"I'm coming!" You felt your entire body shake as you completely drenched his hand and face. Crosshair didn't stop until he felt your body go limp. Swiftly, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Your eyes flew open in surprise, both at the sudden intrusion and that he'd managed to open his pants so quickly. Crosshair looked down at you with a stern face, his jaw clenching as he grabbed your ankles and spread your legs wide as he started pounding into you.

"Fuck!" you cried out, earning a small smirk from the clone. He was relentless, showing the strength of his stamina as he kept thrusting into you at a rapid pace.

"Are you going to come for me again?" he rasped through his thrusts.

"Y-Yes," you gasped out between moans, arching your back as pleasure rose in your core and you tugged on your restraints once more.

"Then come for me, darling. Come now."

His words combined with the deep and hard thrusts of his cock were enough for you to spiral over the edge. You cried out, your legs started shaking in his grip, your hips rising against him as your pussy tightened and spasmed around his cock.

Crosshair grunted at the feeling of your clenching pussy and he came, thrusting into you as he filled you up with his seed.

Crosshair watched with pride as an exhausted and satisfied smile spread across your lips. To think that he, of all people, could make you feel so good. As he slipped out of you, he tucked himself back inside his pants and untied your wrist.

"You okay?" he asked, watching your face as you lay there with closed eyes.

"Mmhhmm," you mumbled tiredly. Opening your eyes, you smiled and reached out your hand to him. "Please, stay with me tonight."

Clenching his jaw, Crosshair seemed to discuss with himself what to do before he finally started taking off his armor. What was the harm in staying here with you for one night?

Dressed in only his underwear, you watched as Crosshair crawled into the bed with you and smiled as you snuggled up against his chest.

Crosshair tensed as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your body against his. He looked down at you, watching the content expression on your face as you closed your eyes and nestled closer to him, and felt himself soften. Slipping his arm around you, he placed his hand on the soft skin of your hip and allowed himself to close his eyes and relax in the warm embrace of your body.