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wenalena · 7 months
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"Let's go painting the sky together"
I'm very proud of this one 🥺
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clonesimpofficial · 3 years
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Request
18+ WORK MINORS GET OUT
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103. caught masturbating (specify who)
- requester: @keo-the-raptor
- Crosshair and Red-Jacket (her oc)
- Words: 471
- Warnings: female touching herself
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Another shift complete... Another day.... This time it was a really hard day. Red-Jacket usually have normal days, a few caughts, few belly pains, or headaches.
Today, however, some guy came in with a stomach pain. So she and her nurce looked at it. Turned out he got a cancer. A really nasty one. But wait, there's more! Another guy said his eye hurts. You would never guess... Yup, that's right, an eye parasite.
RJ peeled her cloak off of herself and sat heavily on her chouch. She happened to sit quite in her pussy's advantage, slamming it onto the rough surface of the fabric. She imagined slamming it like that onto certain sniper and immidiatelly felt horny.
,,Oh!" she squeeked. She just got an idea. She unbottoned her white button-up shirt and slid her hand up her bare tummy to her breast. She moaned and started to play with it, kneading it.
,,Oh-, that's it, baby," she whispered, imagining Cross kneading her breasts. She bit her smirking lip, closed her eyes and opened up her legs. Her second hand snaked to her crotch and just gently rubbed the fabric right at her clit.
The hand kneading her breasts got itself on the nipple. Squeezing and twisting it, ocassionally rubbing it hard. RJ cursed as the took down her pants and underwear, now wearing just the shirt and bra. When she unhooked the pants from her ankles, she spread her thighs even wider, so she had an even better acces to her already soaked wet pussy.
When she slid her finger in, she moaned at how easy it was. She was *that* wet. RJ started circling around her folds, bringing the slick to her nipple, wetting it too.
Then she suddenly stopped, wiped out the juice in her shirt and unhook her bra. It had a detachable straps, so with it's help, she was able to toss it into a corner without getting off the shirt.
She went back to her pussy, inserting two fingers instead of one. *Oh Maker, yes!* She tilted her head backwards, moaning again.
She guided her fingers to her entrance and licked it with them, bringing her arousal up to the clit. Then she started doing circles like crazy, chasing her orgasm.
,,Oh, Cross, fuck me!" She yelped, a picture of him inside her mind.
,,Oh that I can do."
RJ yanked her head up in search for the source of that voice. She immidiatelly got even hornier watching Crosshair stroaking his already hard lenght. How he got there without her noticing, she'll never know.
,,Then what are you waiting for, love?" she teased. Cross smirked and closed the distance between the two.
,,I'm gonna fuck your soul out, cyare," he said, teasing her folds with the tip of his throbbing cock.
,,Can't wait."
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This is an older fic, yes, but damn it I’m in my Crosshair feels so have some CrosshairxOC hurt/comfort from January 
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tovethewaywardjedi · 3 years
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Even if it Kills Me: A Bad Batch Fan Fiction
[Hey! So this is a bit of the first chapter in a multi-part series I’m working on at the moment revolving around the events of the Clone Wars and the original Star Wars trilogy. This story follows my original character named Tove. Tove is a force sensitive girl who’s been with the boys since their cadet days. Her story starts just after Crosshair and his new troops eliminate the “insurgents” Grand Admiral Tarkin ordered CF 99 to in EP 1. I hope you all enjoy this snippet! The rest can be found on Ao3.] 
He kissed me heatedly. His arms circled my neck and entangled themselves in my hair while I stroked his back and shoulders. “I missed you today.” He murmured, kissing down my neck in slow, sensual motions. “Really?” Was all I could think to say. At the moment he was sucking on my sweet spot, which was just below my collarbone. “Mmhmm.” Crosshair replied, picking me up bridal style to carry me over to our couch. “Was it that bad today, riduur?” I said as he moved to place a searing, open mouthed kiss directly on my chest. He said nothing for a long moment; breathing me in. I decided tonight wouldn’t be the night he vented, so instead I set to wordlessly soothing him. I rubbed his head, knees weakening at the occasional love bites he left along my sternum and breasts.  “Crosshair…” I gasped. “I’m sorry, mesh’la. I’m just-I.” My husband sighed, adjusting me so that my head rested on his shoulder. I gladly welcomed his warmth. Burning flesh, dirt, ship exhaust, and leather swarmed my senses, along with a vivid vision of unarmed people being ruthlessly shot down by a group of troopers clad in black. The vision evaporated before the event finished, but I’d gathered enough evidence to know my Crosshair had been subjected to do something barbaric. “Ohhh my sweet...my cyar…!” I cupped his face with my hands, looking into his weary eyes. He turned away in shame. “You did not mean it!” I whispered, kissing his cheek. “Mesh’la..” He pleaded thickly. “We both know you had no choice-.” “They were insurgents to the Empire.” He argued, but angry tears threatened to fall anyway. I shook my head. “Yes. They were.” He stood and began walking to the fresher. “They were civilians! Unarmed!” I exclaimed. A squeal of fear leapt out of me when he whirled around to jab a finger at me. “Followers of the Republic who are no longer in power!” I shuffled away, biting my lip to keep from crying. “Tove.” Crosshair cooed, taking me into his arms. I sobbed freely into his chest despite understanding he never intended to be mean. “Let’s forget this...cyar'ika, and go to bed.” I agreed. “Of course, kair’ta. Of course.” A tired smile graced his lips. He pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead and lips before picking me up the same way he did earlier. I didn’t care he hadn’t changed out of his blacks or showered. At this moment I just wanted to be there for him. Tonight, I curled him close to me; tucked his head against my heart and held him tightly. I would protect him fiercely. I would do whatever it took. Even if it killed me.
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wenalena · 5 months
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The first chapter of my short fic about Crosshair and Li'ora is up! Link here !
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