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strung wires [crosshair x reader]

pic credit: @starqueensthings

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

it's crosswhore hour babes lets gooo

THIS POST CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's got you trapped real good.

dividers by @saradika ~ tags: @pb-jellybeans

[The Bad Batch+Rex Headcannons] - What makes them fall for you

content: just major fluff!

wanted to pump something out while im still working on my crosshair fic, so this is to keep my creative juices flow while i finish it up! honestly got a cavity while writing these, i love these boys so much 😩. hope you enjoy! <3 

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Hunter

Your kindness.

He always liked that about you, even when he first initially sees you as a friend.

But slowly, the more he experiences it firsthand and watches you interact with his brothers and Omega, the more he comes to really love it and finds so much appreciation.

The way you immediately offer your services if a batcher requires assistance.

How you indulge Tech even during his most tedious tangents.

Your endless patience with Crosshair, even when he is in a mood.

The fact you make everyone's cafs for them if you wake before them and have the chance.

The way you treat Omega.

Especially the way you treat Omega.

Seeing you playing with her and telling tall tales to soothe her hardest nights, give her the love and affection like you were her own mother... 

Yep. He's in love.

Even if on the exterior you seem cold and rude, he can still pick out the little things that show how truly considerate you are.

It's the easiest way to his heart.

Tech

For Tech, it's the little things.

He is a like a poet, and you are his muse; he could write a sonnet on each and every single small trait or quirk of yours he absolutely adores.

Like your nose scrunch when you're focused.

Or your early morning breathing when he wakes before you, the steady rise and fall of your chest and stomach that keeps him grounded.

The way you bite the corners of your bottom lip when frustrated. 

How you smile, how you laugh.

The pattern of your footsteps, the melodic beating that creates tunes in his mind.

Small hyper-fixations and cute obsessions you have.

Stories of when you were a child.

The way you like your caf stirred, your food cooked, your hair to rest on your shoulders.

How you look at him, kiss him, hold his face in your palms.

All the little things that make you who you are. That is golden to him.

Wrecker

Your spirit, and, in lots of cases, when you're excited or happy.

He loves to see you in a good mood.

And seeing you basking in that happiness for the first time… it triggers something deep inside of him.

Wrecker is quite the spirited and excitable guy himself, and seeing you energized and the small things that make you that way makes him so warm in such a way.

He doesn't even realize it's love at first.

He should have known, however, since it made him want to kiss your breath away. Make you smile like that every day, every waking hour he is with you, spending time with you. He wants to see you like that, again and again. 

Everything about your liveliness makes him fall to his knees; from the pep in your step to your infectious smile, how you giggle at even the silliest things and spin yourself in his arms.

Even when you aren't stereotypically full of energy, the way you look at the world with such awe and happiness melts his heart.

It makes him want to be your world.

Crosshair

It sounds a little weird, but... the way you love.

He likes you a lot as a person, of course. He wouldn't let you so close to him otherwise. But something about the way you show your love to others (and him) really affects Crosshair in ways he can't explain.

Perhaps it's because he has trouble showing emotions at all, and seeing you do it so effortlessly makes him aspire to be like that in certain cases. Especially with you.

Or maybe, he just loves how you show your love and appreciation.

Constant words of affirmation, reminding him even on his hardest days that he is of value, he is enough, even outside of his born task to being a good soldier.

Playful quips, being able to enjoy his rather dry humor even if it isn't your initial cup of tea.

Your physical affection, how you easily can touch and express emotions through actions in ways that are so pleasing to him...

It makes him really, really want to be a person that you love.

Echo

A few things helped contribute to him falling in love with you.

Firstly, your lack of judgment. 

Echo’s been through so much, poor boy needs a space where he doesn’t feel he has to meet a certain standard, meet the expectations a soldier like him should strive for. 

And you give him that. 

You listen to him, understand why he doesn’t want certain things due to his experiences on Skako Minor, and you give it to him without any questions as to why.

Second, your spitfire. 

He appreciates that you aren’t a pushover, and you have a specific feisty attitude to you that is just so attractive. 

You can snidely remark like he does when you disagree, but still manage to come off as an adult, and not whiny. 

You’ve certainly got a mouth on you. 

The first time you got Crosshair to shut up is easily one of the first moments that Echo realized that he might be in love with you.

And lastly, which is rather cheesy, but your eyes. 

He’s always liked that feature on a partner, but when it comes to you, it really puts the final nail in the coffin for him… 

He loves that you let him read you like a book, look at him with such trust and faith… 

He wants to get lost in them for as long as he lives.

Rex

How you treat him.

It sounds kind of… self-centered, but he really means it. 

You’re just so good to him. So nice and sweet and caring and nurturing… he’s eternally grateful. 

Of course, he gives back; not only does he feel obligated, but he enjoys it. 

His love language is acts of service, both ways; so when you first meet him, and you’re just so kind in your words and actions, it takes him by surprise. 

Rex is not used to being treated well.

He’s been exclusively groomed and trained for war and has believed his whole life that he has no other purpose but that. 

So to feel that he might have a place in this world that isn’t just warfare and bloodshed… it makes his heart melt.

The first time you ever let him relax and be taken care of, even as friends, he almost cries.

He can’t believe that he’s being treated like this, so gently and purposefully. As if he was finally being rewarded for a life of loyalty and dedication.

Just being able to revel in your general goodness makes him so happy, and every time he allows himself to relax and be taken care of, he falls in love with you all over again.