Crosshair Carried A Clone He Just Met Through A White Out Blizzard In Death-causing Temperatures In Gear

AHHH these are all so good!! Can I be super gluttonous and get another one??

Putting someone behind them to protect them with CROSSHAIR!? OMG or Fives... no Crosshair.PLEASE?

Absolutely, you may send in more than one request! The more, the merrier!

Haha well you ended with Crosshair, so that's who I'm going with, darlin 😜

"Fake Boyfriend"

7. Putting someone behind them to protect them

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

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After coming back from another tiring mission, you were hanging out with your squad and friends, the Bad Batch, at 79's getting some drinks. The bar was pretty crowded this time and it was starting to get hot inside from everyone there. The boys didn't seem to mind as much. You were sitting next to Crosshair, who had his arm draped over the back of the booth behind you. He might as well have had his arm around you with how close his hand was to your shoulder. The two of you had a habit of flirting with each other all the time, but usually in a joking way that wasn't serious. At least, that's what you told yourself. Because unfortunately for you, you had a feeling it was all just fun to Crosshair, even though it was more real for you. At this point, you just figured there was no point in admitting your feelings and potentially making things awkward with him, especially when it already took a bit of work to break through his shell anyway. You didn't want to undo all the work you'd already done in getting him to open up to you.

You stood up and announced to the boys that you were going to step outside for some air for a second and they acknowledged your decision.

Crosshair reached up and tapped your arm, saying, "Don't be gone too long."

"Why? Will you miss me?" you asked back.

He said nothing, but simply gave you a knowing look that said, "Come on, really?" like the answer to the question was obvious...but it wasn't really.

When you stepped outside, you walked just a little ways down the platform 79's was on to around the corner of the building, your hands in your pockets. The noise of Coruscant air traffic buzzed in your ears along with the chatter of Clones and other people also out on the platform.

A few minutes later, a speeder with a human male atop it pulled up and docked next to you, his eyes trained on you as he parked his speeder almost without even looking. "Well, hey there, beautiful," he spoke to you.

With a deadpan look, you replied, "Can I help you?"

He smirked looked you over in a way that made you want to squirm and you didn't get that way very often. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in this part of town?"

"I fail to see how that's your business," you commented. As he started getting closer, your hand slowly made its way around behind you to where your blaster was holstered just in case.

"You shouldn't be out here alone. I could uh...give you some company," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"She isn't alone," you heard another familiar voice say before you could respond. Just then, Crosshair appeared next to you and he protectively moved you behind him as he stepped forward to face the man in front of you.

The man's suggestive smirk disappeared and he gave Crosshair an unamused look. "Who are you?" he questioned.

Without even hesitating, Crosshair answered, "I'm her boyfriend."

Your body locked up at his response. Did he just say...?

Then he kept going, "She's my girl and I suggest you get back on your speeder and move along...while you still have the ability to drive."

The stranger just scoffed and stated with a dismissive wave, "Whatever." With a huff, he turned on his heel, climbed back on his speeder and sped off.

Once he was gone, Crosshair turned around to face you. "Are you all right?"

You nodded. "Yeah, he didn't do anything. He was just a creep. Thanks for that."

He simply nodded.

"Didn't expect you to pull the 'fake boyfriend' card, though," you told him.

"I thought it's what would get rid of him the fastest," he explained.

For some reason, you had dared to hope that maybe there had been more behind his reasoning, but you should've expected this.

Though, you clearly didn't hide the disappointment in your face well enough because Crosshair then pointed out, "You don't seem content with that answer."

You weren't sure if you could cover up how you really felt at this point, so you admitted, unable to look at him right away, "Well...I don't know, I just kind of hoped that...maybe it could actually be a real thing."

When you looked up at him, his eyes had narrowed slightly. "You...you want that?" he asked, seemingly dumbfounded.

You gave a shy nod and a shrug. "I mean...we flirt all the time and I keep thinking sometimes that maybe you would want something like that, too, but I'm sure it's all been just fun and nothing serious. Which I understand if it is."

"It's not like that."

"Wait, what?"

"I only flirt with you...and I do it because I want to. I'm not good with words and I hoped that maybe I could get my interest across that way."

You were stunned for a moment before saying, "So all this time...you were interested in me?"

He stepped closer to you and took a surprisingly gentle hold of your chin, tilting your head up and touching his lips softly to yours for but a brief moment.

A small sigh left your lips when he pulled back and you replied, "I'll take that as a 'yes', then?"

He snickered. "Was that not enough for you to believe me?"

You smirked back at him. "I might need a little extra convincing."

That was how you found yourself pushed up against the outside wall of 79's and making out passionately with Crosshair...until the rest of the boys eventually came out looking for you both.

"Hey! I thought you said you were coming out to get some air?" Wrecker questioned as you both jumped apart.

"She wanted some of Crosshair's air, it seems," Hunter teased.

The two of you blushed bright red, but the rest of the squad seemed pretty happy about the two of you. You walked back to the Marauder hand in hand with Crosshair...now your boyfriend and you, his girlfriend.

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May i please request angst then comfort with crosshair? preferably where reader is the one going through it?

Ooo, yes! I saw an opportunity for this and I took it 👀

Conflicted

Crosshair x Jedi!Reader

A/N: couple things - this is not canon complaint lmao. Crosshair doesn’t stay bad and it’s implied heavily that his actions at the start of season 1 are fully due to the inhibitor chip. Hope you all enjoy!

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: order 66, angst, near death experiences, fear of death, crosshair is kinda scary at first, hurt comfort, then lots of fluff and happy ending!

The snow shifts unevenly beneath your feet, the only sound being your rapid footsteps, ragged breathing, and the frantic pants of breath from the padawan ahead of you. 

And your name. The not so distant echoing calls of your name from the sergeant of the clone force you commanded. 

“Go Caleb!” You call out to the young boy ahead of you, catching the fearful gaze he casts over his shoulder. “I’ll distract them. Go, run as far as you can!” 

You both slide to a stop on the steep incline you have been retreating down, the forest eerily silent around you. 

You see him hesitate - can feel it through the force. But eventually, he listens, fixing you with one last wary look before taking off deeper into the trees. 

When you can no longer see him, you finally stop to take stock of your surroundings, trying to calm the erratic beating of your heart and make sense of what you witnessed just moments earlier. 

The clones, they…they killed her. And now they want to kill you. 

The crunching of snow snaps you back to reality, and you leap up to the nearest tree branch, sitting stone still as a familiar clone appears where you just were. 

Hunter. Your sergeant, one of the men you trusted most, hunting you down. 

You watch as he stoops to a crouch, fingers brushing lightly over the snow on the ground, fingers rubbing together as he studies your tracks. 

He stands once more, scanning the area before calling your name softly. 

“I promise, I don’t want to hurt you. Whatever this is…I’m just as confused as you are.” 

You listen to his words, reach out silently through the force and are stunned to detect the truth of his words. 

You want to believe him, you want to trust him, but the blatant absence of a certain sniper makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

You can’t trust him. You can’t trust anybody. 

The ignition of your light saber fills your ears as you jump down from your hiding place, keeping your blade between you and your pursuer. Hunter doesn’t startle much, unsurprising since he probably knew where you were the whole time. 

“Commander, stop!” 

You shake your head. “Don’t make me hurt you Hunter,” you plead, “Just walk away!” 

His helmet turns side to side, and you tense as he reaches for his blaster. But instead of pulling it out to aim at you, he grasps it with two fingers and tosses it to the side, far from reach. His viroblade too. 

You watch in confusion as he holds his hands up, effectively surrendering to you. 

“I told you. I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on, just like you!” 

He steps closer, and you take several steps back. “Don’t!” You call out, lightsaber held out defensively. “Don’t come any closer.” 

He holds his hands out towards you now, palms up, begging. “Please Commander, you have to believe me.” 

You want to. You so desperately want to. And for a split second…you do. You power down your weapon, eyes tracing his visor. 

You hear him sigh, relieved he’s deescalated the situation. 

Until a blaster bolt flies through the trees. You barely dodge the fatal blow, the bolt grazing your arm instead of burning through your chest. 

The pain is intense, but not as bad as the emotional pain you feel as you tumble to the snow, gaze trained on the Sergeant. 

You see Crosshair emerge from the trees behind Hunter just as you send the Sergeant back into a nearby tree. You don’t stay to see if he stays down. 

The snow is frigid beneath your fingers as you scrabble to your feet, calling your lightsaber to you as you dart further into the trees, further away from the voice you’ve come to love calling your name. 

The tears come without warning, blurring your vision as you stumble aimlessly through the forest. Dodging blaster fire, and trying to ignore the pain each one sends straight to your heart. 

Crosshair is going to kill you. 

It’s too much. All of it. The emotion bubbling in your chest, the pain in your arm, your tears freezing on your cheeks. And when you finally stumble out of the tree line, rocks beneath your feet and the sound of rushing water just feet away…you feel it. 

The force shattering around you, fractured and falling silent and yet filled with anguish at the same time. 

You barely manage to turn back to face the forest before you collapse to your knees. 

It feels as if all the fight has left you, the force falling quieter and quieter as time slips by. You can’t even find it in you to light your weapon when Crosshair emerges from the darkness of the forest, path sure and unrelenting. 

You thought he would just end it, raise his rifle and execute you where you kneel. But he doesn’t. He pauses several feet from you, close enough that it's impossible to miss, but far enough away you can’t reach him. 

He holds his rifle lazily at his side, reaching up with his free hand to pull his helmet off. He looks at you silently, eyes void of any of the mirth and life you’re used to. 

This is Crosshair on a mission. A mission to kill. A mission he won’t fail. 

You could kill him. You could. You could rip his weapon from his hands with the force, or easily toss him into the gorge behind you. 

But you won’t. You can’t. Not truly. 

Because despite the fact that he’s about to be your end. You still…you still love him. Just as fiercely as you have all this time. 

Looking up at him, there’s a million things you want to ask. But all of them only accumulate to one wobbly word. 

“Why?” You ask, eyes searching his own lifeless ones for an answer. 

His answer is immediate, the same thing you heard the other clones chant before slaughtering Master Billaba. 

“In accordance with Order 66, all Jedi must be eliminated.” The words lack any power as he says them, almost robotic as he brings his weapon into both hands. 

“Crosshair, please.” 

You choke out the plea, throat clogged with tears as you watch him raise his weapon. 

“Good soldiers follow orders,” He intones, finger sliding slowly over the trigger. 

“But you’re not just a soldier!” 

The words slip from your lips before you can think about them, and they make the man before you pause. 

His finger twitches, and you visibly flinch at the action. But he never pulls back all the way back. The gun wavers in his hand, aim shaky as he fights with…something. 

You move to stand, legs quaking beneath you as he jerks his weapon to follow you. But his lips are set in a hard line, jaw ticking with effort. 

“Good…soldiers follow…orders.” 

He practically grinds the words out, shoving his rifle towards you as if trying to convince himself of his own words. So you push on, hoping you can get through to him. Make him see. 

“Crosshair, please.” You beg again, noticing how he avoids your own gaze. “Look at me.” 

He does, and you see something flash through his eyes. Recognition, fear, guilt…you’re not sure. But you latch onto it. 

“It’s me. It’s me, Cross - whatever this is, fight it!” 

His eyes snap closed, and he shakes his head hard. 

“The Jedi are Traitors, they must…” he trails off, physically trying to fight what he’s saying. “Execute order 66. Those were the orders.” 

He looks at you again, and that flash…that little glimpse of Crosshair, the real Crosshair…

It’s gone. 

You feel the barrel of his rifle press against your chest, and this time…you don’t fight it. Instead you look the sniper directly in the eyes, your own full of sadness. 

“Do it Cross.” You tell him, resigned to your fate. 

He’s still hesitating, finger still twitching over the trigger. But with how close he is now, you’re able to reach a hand out and place it over his own that rests on the barrel of the gun. 

You let your eyes slip closed as your hand slides over his, still able to feel the warmth despite the glove that separates you. 

“I love you,” you whisper, squeezing his hand and pouring into him everything you have left with the force. 

He has to know that. 

You expect it then. The pain, the heat, the fear as death rips through you. 

But it never comes. Even when you feel the cold metal press harder into you before disappearing all together, you still expect death. 

But instead of the painful heat you expect, a gentle warmth engulfs you. Solid plastoid meets your chest as two familiar arms wrap around your waist. 

Everything assaults you at once. The despair. The shock. The guilt…the guilt most of all, slams into you harder than you ever imagined. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” the gentle apologies are muttered into the fabric of your robes from where his head now rests against your shoulder. 

You can feel his fingers digging into your sides as you finally open your eyes. 

You’re alive. You’re alive and Crosshair didn’t kill you and his gun is lying yards away as he holds you instead. Yet despite this, you can’t help the fear that still grips you. Can’t help the way your heart stutters in your chest. 

“Cross?” 

Your nickname for him slips out in a terrified whisper, and he only clutches you tighter before pulling away just enough so you’re face to face. 

Crosshair has never been emotional, hiding behind his snide comments and holier than thou mindset. 

But now…it’s more than you’ve ever seen from him since joining the batch. Even when you began your relationship he was never emotionally open. But right now he looked just as terrible as you felt. Horrified and worried all at once. 

His hands come up to your face, thumbs wiping away the tears you didn’t realize were falling again as his eyes flick hastily over you. 

“I…I don’t know what happened I couldn’t…control it.” He finally says, voice quiet. “I saw everything I was doing but I couldn’t…I couldn’t stop it.” 

You let yourself cry now, fully and unabashedly. You don’t fully understand what happened. Still don’t. But if what he’s saying is true…

It wasn’t him. And whatever it was…he fought it off. To save you. 

He pulls you closer again, and this time you reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him as if afraid to let him go. 

“It’s okay,” you tell him gently, sagging into him fully as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “You fought it. You saved me.” 

He tensed at that, and you can sense he doesn’t quite believe your words. But he doesn’t let you go, holding you close and rocking you both gently back and forth as you both hold one another. 

You hear your name from a distance, and you’re silently thankful that Hunter is apparently alive and well enough to come searching for you again. 

The batch would find you both soon enough, and after that…

You don’t know. 

The Jedi are gone. The clones turned against them. You don’t know what the future holds, for any of you. 

But as Crosshair continues to hold you close, muttering assurances in your ear…

You know you won’t face it alone.

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”  

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Hey, can I please request crosshair x jedi!fem reader

Friends to lovers where they have a sparring match together and then realise they like each other? ty so much <33

hehehe this was cute and fun to write

Crosshair wipes blood from his lip after the most recent blow.

“I thought we were pulling punches, cyare,” He sneers, growing more and more annoyed at this sham of a training session. 

He doesn’t even understand why he has to train one on one, he’s the sniper of the group and rarely ever actually sees the action up close. It’s quite literally his job to be removed from it and stay vigilant. 

“I was,” you chuckle, “You just leaned into it.” 

He readies his stance again, knuckles taped and ready.

“What does that mean, cyare?”

He smirks.

“What, they don’t teach you Mando’a in Jedi school? Just little magic tricks?”

You push him back with the force, and then bounce from foot to foot, switching your stance to let him try and get another shot in.

“All magic tricks, Cross.”

He charges, and you block, but just barely. You pivot to avoid another blow, and then manage to get the upper hand when your elbow lands between his shoulder blades. 

“How about a bet?” you propose, trying to keep your voice even so he doesn’t know you’re catching your breath. He straightens up, rolling his shoulder back beneath his blacks. 

“I’m listening,” he says. He turns to look at you, something unreadable in his expression that you can’t exactly place. Reading emotion was never your strong suit, practice with the force or not. 

“If I win this round you have to tell me what that means,” you state plainly. He’d been calling you ‘cyare’ for days without letting you know what it meant, his brothers all giving you looks each time but none of them actually helping you out and explaining the new nickname. Crosshair’s eyes search your face for a moment, furrowed brows warping his tattoo slightly. 

“And if I win?” he asks, of course. He’s gotta have an angle in this too.

“I don’t know,” you admit, you hadn’t really been thinking before you spoke, “Anything I guess.”

Famous last words. 

Crosshair smirks, and humms. He takes a few steps backwards before getting back into position to fight. 

“I’ll take that bet,” he agrees, and lets you get into position as well. 

The sparring begins slowly, you circle one another, trying to study all of your possible movements. He lunges, and you easily jump out of his way. You kick, and he dodges just as smoothly. Crosshair charges, and you let yourself be lifted by him, only to hook one of your legs behind his knee and pull. Effectively, he grunts as he hits the ground. You grip his shoulders and shove them to the ground, pinning him. 

“You wanna tap out?” you tease.

Crosshair struggles under your grasp, one you know he’s strong enough to break. He’s physically capable of taking you down without the force on your side, but he doesn’t break the hold. He growls under your grasp, but still he doesn’t throw you. 

“Fine,” he hisses, and your grasp on him starts to loosen.

You lean in closely into the hold, bold and prideful of your takedown.

“I win,” you whisper, close enough to the sniper’s ear to kiss. 

You push yourself back up, still holding yourself over him. 

“So what does it mean?” you ask with a smile, ready to hear whatever ridiculous thing it actually means. 

Crosshair looks away, his eyes instead focusing on something across the room as he mouths the translation of the word. 

‘Beloved.’

Thats the word that his lips formed around. Beloved. Beloved. You frown at the word, not because you don’t want him to say that. Not because you don’t want him to call you that. You want him to look at you. 

“Cross…” you trail off, and he turns his head. His eyes look hard, brows set, his lips pressed into a tight line. 

“What did you want if you won?”

That unreadable expression returns to his face again, and then he responds.

“I was going to ask if you would forget your code for a night and come relax with us.”

You don’t respond, your frown only faltering, before you decide to move. You use your leg under his for leverage, and pull until you can roll yourself over, letting him shift until he’s on top of you. 

Your frown breaks, and maybe you even smile. 

“Looks like you win,” you muse, and his scowl breaks as well. 

“I let you win the first time,” he says, shoulders shrugging as he looms over you. 

Somehow, you knew that already. 

“Whatever you say, Cross.”

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

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.

Interruptions

Crosshair X Reader

I had no real plans for this one, but i might make a part two where they can actually get some love! Also I thought it would be hella funny to imagine Hunter's face! Anyways, Enjoy!!!

Masterlist

minors do not interact 18+

"Problem?" Crosshair's rasp brought you back to reality. You had been staring him down, unknowingly.

"No, of course not." You sighed trying to put words to your emotions, "I just have a head ache and this whole thing is stressing me out. Not to mention-" Crosshair's interrupted with his actions.

All he did was draw you into his chest and you were putty. The headache faded and the stress washed off with it. "How long have you been wanting to do that." You tried to play it cool, but your nervousness boiled into a stamper, that he (of course) noticed.

Your cockiness was more than adorable to him. He wanted to hear more of that bold stamper. Maker, he yearned for you like no other. The small things captivated him and collected into a kettle. Now, the cold kettle is on the heat and is starting to boil over.

He hummed rattling your ear that was pressed into his chest. His hand crept up your back and onto your shoulder. "Not nearly as long," he peeled you off his chest. "As I have wanted to do this."

Quicker than you could process his hand rested around your throat and his lips fell onto yours. You mewled into the surprise causing him to spill a low chuckle into the kiss as well. The combination of action and noise fueled your desire.

He pulled away and slid his hand up your jawline, landing on your check and chin. Using his new claimed position, he angled your eyes into his. "Let me take care of you."

You swallowed hard at the offer before slowly nodding. "Answer me, princess." Confusion struck you, to which he noticed. "Out loud." His patients was wearing thin and you stole all of his consciousness.

"Please take me-" all he need was that statement before his lips consumed yours. Electricity flooded the Marauder's cabin air as he rushed your back into a wall. Before the collision with the wall, you were stumbling. You need to rely on him for support.

He pulled away briefly, "Don't worry princess, I got you. Let me take it from here" he slid his grip down further and lifted your thighs around his waist. Your back made contact with the wall immediately after he lifted you off the ground.

The cold durasteel allowed you to steady yourself in Crosshair's arms. Just before his lips could make contact with your neck, Hunter appeared from the gang plank.

"Perhaps, I should leave." You both stared at the sergeant awkwardly. He turned on his heels and left as quickly as he came. Leaving you and Crosshair in stagnate air.

Okay…I’m opening my inbox for a very limited number of requests!

Bad Batch Requests!!

I’m going to take 2-3 to start and then I’ll close it until I get those out!

So send in some requests for the following characters!

Tech, Hunter, Crosshair, or Echo!!

Heyyyyy love, I absolutely love everything you write. I have an itty bitty request!

Would you be able to write a cute fluffy fic with a plus sized female reader with tech with just a touch of spice to it?

You could also make it fun and do one for all the batch members?

Please and thank you if you can!! 🥰🥰

*fun fact - I made that tech edit many moons ago so I’m happy to see it still be used! 🥰🥹*

Plus Size***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: Mild NSFW, suggestive themes, plus sized female reader, confident reader (we’re all beautiful plus size or not!), mentions of a busty reader in some parts. Tech and Hunters parts are with an established relationship, others are not.

Authors note: decided to do small one shots for each of them in this post, write more for Tech and Echo because… it’s them ♥️ hope that’s okay with you @clonehoe- sorry for the wait !!!

Masterlist

Tech

Tech was watching you work with great interest, proud of the progress you had made in learning all the tips and tricks necessary for ship repairs. As he observed you beneath the control panel, clad in a snug tank top and form-fitting black pants that accentuated your every curve, he couldn't help but feel his heart rate skyrocket.

"Has the light come on yet?" you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the spanner between your teeth as you glanced up at him for assistance. The ship was scorching hot and it didn’t help that you were settled on a planet that had two suns to add to the heat. The heat system has always been faulty and despite you telling Tech you wanted to focus on fixing that, he was set in you fixing the hyperdrive first.

"Not yet. Try rotating the wiring counterclockwise. That should do the trick," he replied, his voice strained as he watched you work under his guidance. "There it is..." he murmured, his gaze darting to the lights above the control panel as you worked to fix the hyperdrive. "Good girl," he added, his endearment causing a flurry of excitement in your stomach.

Despite the nickname making you momentarily lose your concentration and hit your head against the side of the panel, you managed to remain focused on the task at hand. "Is it working now?" you asked, seeking confirmation with a smile as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

"Yes, I have to say, I'm very impressed with your skills," he said, helping you out from under the control panel until you plopped down in a nearby seat to catch your breath.

"Yeah?" you asked, seeking reassurance.

"Absolutely," he replied, though his eyes were preoccupied with the alluring contours of your physique. "Perfect," he added, struggling to meet your gaze.

You couldn't help but smirk as you watched Tech struggle to keep his composure under your teasing gaze. Folding your arms over your chest, you subtly pushed your bust up to enhance your assets, causing Tech to wipe the steam that had suddenly formed on his goggles.

"Anything in particular that you're impressed with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"W-well, it's hard not to be entranced by you looking the way you do while working under my command," he stammered, sitting up straight and tucking away his data pad. "I've adored your appearance since the first day we met, and seeing you all - forgive me - sweaty and wearing tight clothes is quite a fever dream," he added, his words causing a blush to rise on his cheeks.

You stood up slowly and took a couple of steps towards Tech, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "That's very sweet of you to say, Tech," you replied, your voice dripping with false innocence and a hint of teasing. "I am feeling a little sweaty though. Perhaps a shower would cool me down," you hinted, hoping he would pick up on your not-so-subtle suggestion.

Tech stood up abruptly, his hands flying to your waist and his fingers digging into your fleshy skin. "Perhaps since you helped me repair my ship, I could help you get freshened up," he offered, his lips trailing down your neck and over your chest despite the sweat that covered your skin.

"Eager, are we?" you asked, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and suppressing a sweet sigh.

"Very much so," Tech groaned, holding you as close as possible. The two of you were rarely alone on the overcrowded ship, and with his brothers gone on a mission, Tech wasn't about to waste the opportunity to map out your whole body with his tongue.

Echo

"Trooper, what appears to be the issue?" Your entrance into the medbay had Echo stunned, his eyes locked onto your stunning, curvaceous figure and beautiful eyes.

He found himself gaping, struggling to find his words as he wished he had accepted help from the medical droid instead of being left in this state of awe.

"Trooper?"

Apologising for his silence, Echo managed to inform you of his injury to his femur that he sustained during a mission that had left him more grumpy than usual but your soft smile and calm presence helped to ease his nerves. Though, he was a little preoccupied on how your uniform was snug but not to the point it looked bad. It look really good.

He always took himself for a gentleman but as he gapes at you with hungry eyes, it was hard not to get enthralled by you.

You sat down next to him with a datapad, ready to take notes. "Can you tell me how this happened?" you asked with a soft smile.

Echo explained that he sustained the injury during a mission when heavy debris fell on him. You expressed sympathy and asked, "Are you in any pain, sweetie?" You were surprised by the endearment that slipped out of your mouth, although neither of you mentioned it. Then again, you did think he was much cuter than any other clone he had seen.

"Just a little, not as much as before," Echo replies steadily, hoping his blushing cheeks aren't too noticeable.

"I see. Have you been taking any medication for it?"

“No ma’am,”

You nod in understanding and stand to your feet again, placing your device to the side and slide on a pair of gloves. “Do I have permission to touch your leg to feel for any breaks?”

“Yes please.”

You both blink at one another and the quick realisation of what Echo just said sunk in fast but, you were blushing which was a good sign… wasn’t it?

“I mean, uh, do what you have to do ma’am.” He clears his throat, keeping his eyes diverted away from you but you could only smile at him in return and proceed to gently caress his thigh.

“Does it hurt here?” You ask, adding gentle pressure.

“No,” He says through gritted teeth, absolutely loving the touch of your hands on him - even if you were a stranger and even if it was simply your job.

“And here?” You ask again, applying pressure to a different area and as he winced in pain, your question was answered.

After a few more assessments, you highlighted that his femur isn’t fractured, only bruised and should heal naturally on its own. As you give the diagnosis, it went through one ear and out the other because again, his eyes being to wander and land on your hips as you turn away but caught him looking as you turn back to him.

You place your hands to your hips and smirk, “See something you like, Trooper?”

Echo’s eyes widened and he mumbled a thousand apologies at once, stumbling off the bed and thanking you for the help. You had a inkling that you may be seeing him again sometime. Well, you hoped so.

Hunter

Watching you work out was one of Hunter's favourite pastimes. The day was sweltering, and you naturally dressed in less clothing than usual for your workouts.

"Can I join you?" Hunter approaches you with a grin, sporting nothing but shorts that accentuated his tanned and toned body in the sunlight.

Finding yourself gaping in awe at his body too, you can only smirk back, slipping into a fighting stance and recalling every technique that Hunter had taught you. "How could I say no to you?" You ask and as you move, sweat drips from your body, enhancing your already alluring figure and heightening Hunter's senses.

"Good form," he compliments, stepping closer to you. His tone hints at his admiration for not only your workout performance but also your physique.

"Oh really?" You turn your head to glance at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why don't you demonstrate some other stances for me?"

Hunter relishes in the playful tone of your voice and steps up behind you, placing his hands tenderly on your hips, which he always yearns to touch. "Angle your body to the left and add a bounce to your knees," he instructs, guiding you through the movement. Though he knows you are capable of executing the exercise on your own, he can't resist the opportunity to have his hands on you.

You follow his directions but find yourself a little distracted by his touch. Even with his heightened senses, it feels as though Hunter is transferring his energy to you as his fingers caress the curves of your hips, trailing down to your thighs and back up to your arse, sending shivers down your spine. “Hunter…” you find yourself moaning his name, earning a low chuckle.

“Don’t get distracted by me,” he breathes down the nape of your neck but with his bare torso against your back and his hands roaming your body, it was so hard not to.

Wrecker

Wrecker had always admired your body, but it was your thighs that truly captivated him. At first, he was drawn in by your beauty, and it took some time for him to realize the full extent of his fascination. It wasn't until he saw you wearing shorts to bed one night that he truly understood the power of your curvy legs.

Now, as you lay on your cot reading a holobook, legs propped up in the air, Wrecker found himself once again unable to tear his gaze away from your thighs. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you watching him until you decide to speak up.

"May I make you an offer, Wrecker?" You asked, and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice. He cleared his throat and tried to act casual as he responded.

"Sure, what is it?"

"If you promise to stop staring at my legs all the time, I'll let you come over and give them a massage," you smirk, lowering your holobook to look him in the eye. Wrecker felt his face flush with embarrassment. Had it been so obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off you?

He started to stammer out an apology, but you cut him off with a wave of her hand and a soft smile.

"I don't mind," you say, sitting up until you’re sitting on your legs and teasingly entice him over by beckoning him with your finger. “I like to think they’re my best assets,” you comment, patting your legs that made them subtly jiggle which almost made him drop his helmet he was cleaning.

“Well, they are pretty.” He stands and comes closer until he sits on the edge of your bed watching you shift from your current position to you sat with them laid out. “Did ya mean your offer?” He asks, fingers twitching to reach out and touch your skin.

“I did,” you smirk, “go ahead.”

His hands come down to your thighs, large and rough yet gentle as he caresses your skin. He watches you for your reaction and as you tilt your head back and sigh in satisfaction, he knew he made the right choice in accepting your offer.

Crosshair

Crosshair watched as you struggled to hit the bottles he had set up as targets. He shook his head in disapproval and clicked his tongue, his new found admiration for you mingling with his frustration at your poor performance. But, he couldn’t help but also admire the view of you.

"You're doing it all wrong," he chided from the sidelines. To which, you let out a heavy sigh and nearly threw the rifle to the ground in frustration.

"I'm standing exactly where you told me to," you huffed, earning an eye roll from Crosshair. He approaches you, a small smirk on his lips as he positioned himself behind you.

"No, you're not," he teased, but he softened his tone as he sensed your frustration growing. "Stand here," he instructed, pointing to a spot next to him.

Reluctantly, you obeyed, standing close to him as he instructed you to raise the rifle and relax your shoulders. Crosshair watched you with his sharp eyes, feeling a sense of power as he towered over you.

"Okay, now what?" You asked, breath steady as you glanced back at him. You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees whenever he looked at you like that. He always had a hold over you, and him being so close to you now didn't help.

"Don't look at me, look at the target," he commanded. His voice, which usually dripped with venom, was surprisingly soft and alluring.

Turning away, you let out a small and surprised gasp as his hands come to your waist but to your surprise, he let out a small gasp himself.

“Wow princess,” he cooed, his fingers melting against the curve of your body, “I always knew you had a beautiful body but to touch it… stunning.” He breathes down your neck.

Your eyes widened at his words but you succumbed quickly to his touch, your back pressed against his chest as his hands begin to roam your body. “Y-you like my body?” You question with a hint of insecurity but your question is answered as he finally places his lips to your neck.

“I love,” he sighs, caressing your body from over your clothes, “every inch.”

You end up dropping his weapon eventually, it clanging to the floor with a thud and as you go to apologise, he spins you to face him, close and dominant. “Screw it,” he grunts, devouring your lips with his own.

That was enough teaching for one day…

Masterlist

My Kofi

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