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starrylothcat · 11 months

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Handful

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-Shot

Summary: You drive Crosshair wild in your new dress. 2300 words.

Warnings: Smut. Smutty smut smut. NSFW 18+. Minors DNI. Established relationship, consensual PiV sex. Crosshair is an ass man.

Everyone is Happy on Pabu AU. (Yes, Crosshair is rescued and on Pabu. Yes, Tech and Phee host weekly family dinners. Yes, everyone is alive and happy)

Author’s Note: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. This is pure debauchery. I have no excuse.

I wrote this kind of fast bc I had to get it out of my drafts (aka purify myself of thots) so I apologize for any errors or weirdness. This man is haunting me LOL. This is also in honor of sundress szn starting. (Crosshair is def an ass man, change my mind). I hope you enjoy 🙈😘

It was an exceptionally tropical and humid day on Pabu. The ocean was glass, the air devoid of any breeze to lessen the heavy humidity. The only promise of relief was coming with the setting sun as it began its descent toward the horizon.

Crosshair was sitting at your shared kitchen table, pretending to be absorbed in his datapad, sweating like a Gamorrean on Tatooine. His clothes felt too tight, too constricting. He had been feeling like this all day.

The heat wasn’t the reason he was hot and bothered, though.

It was you.

In that dress.

Crosshair’s trained eyes haven’t left your backside for one moment as you putzed around the kitchen, putting dishes away and humming an unrecognizable tune to yourself, a sheen of sweat visible on your bare shoulders and neck, exposed as your dress only had thin straps holding it up on your body.

It was a new dress, thin and flowing, perfect for a scorching day such as this. Crosshair watched intently as the material hugged and highlighted all your delicious, delicate curves. The dress framed your body perfectly, especially your ass. His desire to take you right then and there growing with every jiggle of your body under the silken fabric.

Tech and Phee had invited you over for a family dinner, a weekly tradition that started not too long after you all settled on Pabu. You had just finished making an appetizer to share and were cleaning up the kitchen, due to be over at their place soon.

You bent over to put a final plate away in a lower cabinet, giving Crosshair the perfect view of your voluptuous behind.

Now this was just unfair.

You were teasing him at this point, you had to be. He was going to wait until after dinner to completely ravage you, but his mind was already made up. Crosshair was not a patient man, not when you looked like this. He plucked his toothpick out from between his lips, silently setting down the datapad.

He advanced soundlessly, quickly maneuvering up behind you like a predator to prey.

You weren’t paying attention, standing up straight now, still absentmindedly humming a tune under your breath.

Crosshair smirked, realizing you were unaware of his presence, making what he was about to do even more satisfying.

He licked his dry lips as he reached down, grabbing fistfuls of your ass through the tantalizingly soft fabric of the dress. You yelped, startled by his sudden gropes as his body trapped yours against the kitchen cabinets.

“Cross…!” Your voice came out breathier than you intended as he kneaded his strong fingers into your supple flesh.

Oh, it was divine how you felt under his palms through the satiny material of the dress, just begging to be bunched at your waist as he fucks you into oblivion.

Crosshair let out a low growl at the thought and began leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses starting at your bare shoulder, up your neck, and to your ear, tasting the salty sweetness of your skin. “You’ve been teasing me all day with this kriffing dress…do you realize how you look?” His breath was labored, his hands now snaking up the front of your abdomen, his hips grinding into your ass.

You whined and instinctually brought a hand back to grab at his head, tugging at his silver locks, now grown back from his buzzed look when he first arrived on Pabu, free from imprisonment.

His teeth nipped at the side of your neck. “C-Cross…I’m glad you like my new dress but…” You couldn’t help but let out a gasp as his fingers began playing with your nipples through the dress. A wave of fresh desire rushed through him as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, spurring him on further.

“…if you keep this up we are going to be late for dinner…”

“Dessert before dinner never hurt anyone.” Crosshair’s voice was a husky whisper, becoming more desperate to feel your curvaceous ass against his hips as he pounds into you.

You were turning to putty under his touch as your head lolled back against him, his fingers expertly rolling your now-hardened nipples.

“They can wait. Wrecker will be late, anyway.” He grunted, his lithe body grinding harder against you, knowing you were giving in.

Crosshair grasped your waist, stepping back slightly and spinning you around to face him. His expression was intense, his eyes wandering up and down your body.

“I was going to wear this dress to dinner.” You breathed, a coy smile on your lips, your eyes now hooded with want as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to you.

Crosshair pinched your hips, a smug expression flashing across his face. “Not anymore.”

He pinned you again against the counter, this time his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss, his hands once again groping up your ass through the dress. Crosshair groaned into your mouth as he bunched up the material, slipping his hands up under the fabric. His calloused palms squeezing and roaming up and down your backside was igniting you with lustful yearning, your blood boiling and skin impossibly hotter in the already sweltering heat. You needed to feel him, too.

Your hands shot down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it without looking. Crosshair smirked against your now swollen lips, removing his hands from their fervid exploration of your supple behind to help remove his belt.

Once the belt was off, you tugged down his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the ground as he stepped out of them, kicking the discarded clothing to the side. You saw how hard he was, precum beading at the tip of his swollen cock, showing you just how much he wanted you, needed you.

“I’m going to fuck you in this dress.” He muttered, his pupils blown with lust, his voice dangerously deep. “The way your ass looks…fuck, I’m going to make a mess of you, doll.” Crosshair’s hands quickly maneuvered under your dress again, practically ripping your panties off you, tugging them down past your thighs.

Before you could respond, he rubbed his fingers over your now wet and aching core through the dress, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your body. Crosshair’s mouth was hot on yours again, groaning as the fabric dampened under his fingertips. The material provided mouth-watering friction against your sensitive bud as his fingers worked magic over your cunt. You couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan at the sensation.

“That’s right…so wet for me…” He panted, increasing the pressure and movement of his fingers as you writhed against him, relishing in how your pussy felt through the delicate fabric. Your lips crashing together again, his free hand back to feeling up your ass through the dress, lost in everything that was you.

You grasped his hard length with your hand, the other digging into his bicep, giving him a few slow pumps over his velvety flesh as his tongue roamed your mouth. A deep growl left his chest, bucking into your hand.

Crosshair’s fingers continued their ministrations, and you could feel your release approaching, the front of your dress now soaking. “C-cross I’m…”

Your voice was hoarse, Crosshair’s lips devouring yours so ferociously you could barely think, his fingers increasing their pace of rubbing your clit through the dress. Your knees buckled, squeezing his length as you cried out against his lips, your orgasm rushing over you. Crosshair swallowed every mewl and cry that left your throat, feeling you fall apart against him. Your hand left his cock, both hands now gripping his shoulders to keep you from falling. Crosshair pulled away, breaking the kiss, both of you breathless and sticky with sweat.

“I’ll have to wear this dress more often.” You gasped, his mouth now on your neck again, biting and licking every square inch he could, his bare cock pressing up against you. Crosshair chuckled darkly against your neck.

“Yes, you should. But only for me.”

Without warning, he hauled you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as carried you to the bedroom, dropping you down onto the bed.

Crosshair tossed off his shirt, wild with lust. He was on you in an instant, his hands and mouth everywhere. No part of you was left untouched by him, squeezing, fondling, rubbing. He was rutting against you, spreading his precum on your dress, adding to the already large wet spot on your front. The feeling of the exquisitely soft and thin fabric against his cock was sending him into overdrive, needing himself in you now, to feel your softness without any barrier.

“Hands and knees. I want to feel your ass as I fuck you, watch you take me. Is that okay, doll?” He hissed into your ear, moving up and off of you. You nodded, his words causing pure arousal to burn through your veins. “Y-yes…” You obeyed, offering yourself to him, sticking your ass in the air as you settled on your forearms.

He kneeled behind you, sliding the dress up just enough to show him your perfect ass and pussy. “You’re gorgeous like this, all for me.” He drawled, rubbing the tip of his swollen cock at your entrance, shuddering at your slick folds waiting to be filled by him.

You moaned softly, trying to press back into him. “Crosshair, please…” You begged, needing to feel him inside you. He continued to rub against your entrance, teasing you. “Tell me how badly you want me…” He groaned through gritted teeth, positioning himself at your entrance, not able to hold back any longer.

“Crosshair, I need you, please…please fuck me…” He let out a dark chuckle, hearing the shake in your voice, the want for him. His chuckle turned low sigh as he sank into you, inch by inch, your walls tight around him, almost overwhelming him with the sensation.

“That’s…my girl…” He uttered as he rolled his hips slowly, pulling out almost completely and pushing back in as far as he could go. Crosshair did this a few times, relishing in how you felt, in how you looked. Your dress was messily bunched up around your waist, just as he imagined. His hands roamed up and down your ass and hips, squeezing, massaging, worshipping, savoring in all that was you.

Maker, he needed you, more than you’ll ever know. He craved you and your softness. You were the one to help him pick up the pieces after his imprisonment, showing him kindness and forgiveness he didn’t think he deserved.

Crosshair wasn’t the best with words, but at least he knew he could show you how much he cares, how much he hungers for you, how much he fiercely loves you.

“I told you-“” Crosshair stuttered out as he increased his pace, “-I’d make a mess of you.” He watched as your hands desperately tried to find purchase in the bed sheets, your cheek pressed into the bed, hips being held up by his strong hands, your knees trembling and eyes screwed shut in euphoria.

With every snap of his hips, your body spasmed with white-hot pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into you. Your back arched as he hit that special spot inside you, your breath hitching with every devastating thrust, ripping moans from your throat.

Crosshair was losing any semblance of control as he watched you completely come undone beneath him. With one hand digging into your hip, he snaked the other underneath your dress, rubbing at your clit with practiced ease, causing you to see stars as you tried to match his thrusts. “I’m - ah so close…” You managed to sputter out, completely succumbing to him and the pleasure he was giving you.

Crosshair could feel your climax approaching, your walls fluttering around his cock as his fingers rolled and rubbed your sensitive clit, his thrusts not slowing down as he felt his own end rushing toward him.

One, two, three more expert circles of his fingers and you were cumming hard, clenching around him, your body shaking as you cried and sobbed out his name over and over.

Crosshair wasn’t far behind, watching the bounce and wiggle of your ass with each thrust, his hands roaming again as he came undone, cursing and grunting your name through his clenched jaw. He pushed in as deep as he could, giving you all that he had. Your body was weak, the shockwaves of your orgasm still pulsating through you as his thrusts slowed.

Crosshair’s chin dropped to his heaving chest, pulling out of you slowly. You lay down on your stomach, catching your own breath, your dress sticking to your sweaty skin, completely spent. Crosshair laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms. He pressed his face into your neck, listening as your ragged breaths slowed, trying to regain control of his heartbeat, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

Crosshair lifted his head, gazing at your flushed face. You gently ran your fingers over his tattoo, cradling his head in your hands. He kissed you, gently this time, his lips slow against yours. You melted into his kiss, loving the tender side of him that he only reserved for you.

“Help me out of this dress?” You whispered. Crosshair pulled away, a smug look returning to his face. “Who says I’m done with you in it?” He rolled himself on top of you, kissing you again, more passionately. You traced his back muscles with your hands, feeling him shiver under your touch.

You were definitely going to be late for dinner.

@wanderer-six @mylifeisactuallyamess

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freesia-writes · 9 months

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OOOOH this poetry idea sounds amazing!! How about Crosshair, post-Tantiss reunion, passionate but also bittersweet, NSFW? ;)

Awwww. Such a cool idea. :D Let's see if I can get in the zone... <3

Crosshair x GN!Reader - NSFW

Salty tears season the skin you stroke Aching from separation but aching together still He is here -- fire and twilight, voracious and reserved Have the days apart warped your shapes That fit together so perfectly? Like concrete that expands and contracts Cracks and settles You are rediscovering He is repenting

Gentle sighs escape the lips he kisses Feeling unworthy but yearning with all his being You are here -- jasmine and snowfall, patient and understanding Can the caress of his hand and the weight of his kisses Mold his heart around yours once more? Like a pioneer's wagon after a long journey Is empty and used You are settling He is resigning

No.

He is opening You are inviting Warm and lingering Like the balmy breeze at the end of a summer day Your legs wrap around his Can you give yourself to him completely? He is here -- kissing and biting, rocking and thrusting Longing for forever but approaching completion Unfettered groans accompany the waves of ecstasy

He is vulnerable You are safety Steady and gentle Like the sun that beams surely and faithfully Your arms cradle his head Can he let go of what was and accept what could be? You are here -- whispering adoration and unceasing affection Promising forever but having only this moment The peace of the present washes away the anxiety of the future

Oooo I got a lil technical with the structure of this one! ;) I guess it was more metaphorically smutty but hopefully it was a good balance of both. ;) Thanks for the fun ask!

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#the bad batch #crosshair #thirsty poetry #clone poetry #star wars poetry #crosshair poetry #crosshair x you #x reader #reader insert #clone thirsting #spicy crosshair #soft crosshair

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staycalmandhugaclone · 11 months

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Unhinged Asks

Random collection of things folks have asked me, and proof that the fuck-around-and-find-out chart exists with me (you know who you are <3 ). These include sfw and nsfw things that, apparently, may or may not be Star Wars related.

Remember, my asks are always open and dms always welcome!

Shower Prep - Who leaves the shower in a towel, fully dresses, or with nothing at all!

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair

Cody, Wolffe, Gregor, Howzer, and Fox

The 501st

Bed Sheet Choices - TBB - Which sheet aesthetic would the boys and Omega choose?!

Spicy Sounds - TBB (nsfw) - Which of the boys is the most, uh, vocal

Ice Cream Truck! - random fun - Where do they come from? How do they come from?

Places for Alone Time - TBB (nsfw) - Where do the batchers prefer to enjoy their alone time?

Bath Time - TCW (very loose nsfw?) - Shower/bath/lake for Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor

Drunk, Kiss, Date, Marry, Punch

Wolffe, Tech, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker - no warnings beyond my own unspoken wants

Fives, Echo, Droidbate, Cutup, Heavy - no warnings

Bariss, Kix, Wrecker, Rex, Padme - no warnings

Hibachi with TBB and loads more - This was just good fun

Cowgirl Preferences - Rex, Wolffe, Gregor, Howzer, Cody - Spicy/smut adjacent

3 Clones, 1 Speeder - Gregor, Wolffe, Rex - no warnings

Woffe's Secret Kink - No. this is not safe for work. I mean...if that wasn't blatantly obvious. This man sexy as hell and I'm not gonna try to control that

Boxers, Briefs, Boxer Briefs, or Commando - TBB - I mean, sfw unless you're weird about this?

Nudity Comfort Level - preference to be clothed or not

501st and 104th - implied spicy stuff but nothing explicit

Fox, Cody, Mayday - implied spicy stuff but nothing explicit

Spicy Preferences - Gregor, Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer - decidedly nswf

Piercings - Tbb, Rex, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Mayday, & Cody - most sfw, though one piercing is a bit private and another is multipurpose

Bearded Thoughts - Aside from my own mildly thirsty comments, sfw

Vacationer Types - TBB - What roles do the boys embody when on vacation (and how do they react to an inquisitive SO) - SFW

Hit me up with random thoughts!

#unhinged #unhinged masterlist #star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch headcanons #tbb head canons #spicy #spicy crosshair #spicy headcanons #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb echo

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cloned-eyes · 1 year

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I had to make another version with his tats on display

sorry not sorry

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #star wars fanart #the bad batch fanart #clone force 99 #ct 9904 #eyesdraws #this is spicy #minors begone #suggestive #tattooed crosshair on his way to ruin your life #ill stop now

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marbled-polecat · 4 months

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Final art for 2023

Mayday getting shown a good time by Crosshair :3

Full spicy piece can be found HERE

#spicy #crosshair/mayday #crosshair #commander mayday #tbb #the bad batch #cloneship #one small change #au #my art

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burningfieldof-clover · 11 months

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And now: Crosshair

Now we all get the impression he’s cold and probably wouldn’t even be a lover. Sex is just a thing he does because he got bored of his hand. He’s no stranger to a quickie in a bathroom or some strangers apartment. He doesn’t even wait for them to fall asleep before he leaves. He doesn’t lie to the person, he’s very upfront that it’s just sex. This is for him, not them. Most people are super attracted to him so they’d take what they can get.

But the one time he thought it was business as usual, it was not. You were the dominant one the first time the two of you had sex and it jump started something in him, something he didn’t know he’d like. He likes being the sub, a lot. He would do anything to find you again and let that happen more than once. He felt too shy to ask to switch roles, but when he did he was so impressed with your versatility. You listened to him, he listened to you. It was what he thought sex never was—a connection. Once he learned what it was, he definitely became more dominant because he doesn’t do connection. He tried to convince himself it was just sex again.

He kept failing though. While sex was just a pure basic need, animalistic even, he never wanted this. He tried sleeping with other people. He got as far as getting naked with them, but would just leave. It wasn’t going to be as fun with them as it was with you.

The last time he tried with someone else, he found himself crawling back to you. He argued with himself the whole trip. He tried to force himself to stop following this path.

That night nobody was a dom or a sub. You both spent hours kissing and talking, not even touching each other remotely sexually. When you both did finally engage, it was exposing to him what sex could have been all along.

He went from cold and selfish to warm and open. He affectionately switches between dom and sub and most of the time it’s on his own terms. He prefers privacy, usually with a bed but he could take you ANYWHERE and it would be just as special.

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #tbb crosshair #reader x crosshair #crosshair x reader #spicy

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523rdrebel · 2 months

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Crosshair x OC Dr. Isabella Ramot, "Bells"

I am also not adding my Tag list this time because, being the first more mature fic I've posted, I won't assume everyone on my tag list would appreciate it.

Summary: Bells gets a new shirt and shows it off. Crosshair and Bells play an enticing game involving teasing and a secluded garden.

Warnings: This one gets a touch spicy, friends. So minors, shoo! Description of heavy make-out and Sexual allusions and build-up.

Bells threw on her pants, light, airy linen and her lightest coverage top for swimming. She slipped on her sandals and her eyes fell on a sheer white top she'd recently acquired. Her eyes sparkled mischievously and she threw on the top, admiring herself in the mirror then skipped out her door, now on a particularly fun mission, down to the beach.

She felt his eyes before she saw him, an exhilarating shiver ran down her spine, and she turned, locking eyes with Crosshair for one electric moment, before walking directly past him.

Crosshair’s eyes narrowed and he kept a few steps behind, enjoying the view, but also curious as to where she would lead him.

She stopped, chatting to a few villagers at one stall, pointedly glancing over her shoulder, a teasing challenge in just one look.

Crosshair's glare intensified and he turned his chilling gaze on any who dared to venture to close, stalked up behind Bells and hovered over her shoulder. He saw her jaw tighten, two can play this game, he thought. He leaned in, Bells angled her head to the side just slightly giving him room and his lips touched her ear as he spoke, "Bells, teasing me like this... Perhaps I should take you somewhere and show you what that does to me."

She smiled, leaning to press her body against Crosshair where he’d leaned in to whisper, "Tsk. I thought snipers were patient. Maybe you're losing your touch." She pulled away abruptly, Crosshair staggering slightly at the sudden shift, and walked away, cheeky grin wide as she glanced over her shoulder. She knows he will follow.

She walked slowly, agonizingly slowly, around the streets of Pabu, Crosshair trailing a few paces behind, glaring daggers at anyone who looked too closely. He watched as the wind shifted Bells's ginger hair, her sheer top pulling tighter one moment, hanging loosely the next. His hands itch to touch her.

She led them, finally, into a small garden, not unlike the location of their first kiss at the Lifeday Festival. She turned to face him, back pressing against the wall.

Crosshair crossed the garden quickly, long strides taking up much of the space with ease and pressing his body against her eagerly, "Would you like to see if I've lost my touch, Bells?"

She laughed, that bright, dangerously infectious laugh, and gripped his waist pulling him to press more against her, "I can't wait..."

He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, both his hands sliding underneath her sheer blouse, tracing a trail of fire upward. His hands find the softness of her breasts and he kneads at them slowly before pulling down the fabric to free them entirely.

Bells gasped at his touch and responded in equal yearning, kissing back and gently nipping at his lips with her teeth, her hands pulling at the waist of his pants and keeping their bodies flush together.

His kisses trail down her neck and one hand moves around to lift her up and press her once again into the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist and she rolls her hips against him. “Bells–” his voice is a strained low growl, she laughed again and he captured the laugh on her lips, the bright bubbling sound cut off by needy kisses.

Her fingers tangle in his white curls, pulling just enough to lean his head back while she continues to roll her hips against him. Her voice is deep, heavy with need, “Is it safe to assume you like the shirt, Cross?” He groaned as her hips moved just right, “It’s fine, Cyare, but right now it’s in the way.”

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi! I love your fanfics:)

If you don't mind could I request can I request a Bad batch x reader plus Cody and Fives how they would react to you swimming naked in a lake to tease them, and it can be smutty;) but can it also be some fluff?:) Thank you

Aloha! Thanks a lot!

Sounds like fun :))

The Bad Batch / Cody / Fives x Fem!Reader HC's - Skinny Dipping

Warnings: Mentioned Nudity / Suggestive / Sexual Themes / 18+ / Fluff

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Hunter

"Cyare? Cyare where are you?"

Hunter walks along the lakeshore, it is already late, two moons are in the night sky, bathing the lake in bright silver light. His gaze sweeps across the lake, then he sees movement at the same moment he steps on one of your shoes. He looks down and sees all your clothes, including your underwear, lying there on the shore in front of him.

"Oh," he says softly as he realizes you've gone skinny dipping. Warmth spreads under his skin, especially in his crotch.

He looks back to the water where he saw the movement.

"Cyare?"

You emerge from the water, wipe the water from your face, and grin at him.

"There you are!" you say cheerfully.

He grins and begins to take off his gear.

"You're just going skinny dipping without me? What if a stranger came by?"

You laugh and say, "Then I would have called you."

"What if I hadn't heard you?"

You watch very closely as he undresses, gradually exposing his toned body. Muscles that stand out under toned skin. The tattoo on his face, continues all over his body to his feet. He is a picture for the gods, a beautiful man, and he is all yours.

With a smirk, you say, "But you always hear me, even when I don't want you to".

Hunter finally gets into the water, you approach him. He's already reaching out his arms to you and pulls you to him as soon as he can grab you. Wet skin nestled against wet skin, you feel the heat of his body against yours. You wrap your legs around his hips to press yourself against him.

His lips immediately drive onto yours and steal a fiery kiss, your tongues chasing each other, dueling with velvety collisions.

Echo

Echo looks at the natural pools of steaming water. There is snow all around, but the water seems warm.

"So these are the hot springs"

"Correct," you say gleefully. "Supposed to be one of the most romantic places on the planet".

Echo kisses your cheek, smirks, and says, "I don't make romance dependent on location, Mesh'la"

You roll your eyes but smile at him as you reply, "It doesn't hurt to have the setting match the atmosphere though"

Echo kneels at the edge of one of the pools and takes a sample, which he runs through his portable scanner. He looks at the results of the analysis and finally says, "The readings are good, harmless. Theoretically, you could bathe in it."

"Good," you say, already undressing.

Echo blinks.

"What are you doing?"

"Going for a swim."

He looks around frantically to make sure you're really alone.

"But you don't have a bathing suit-" Echo interrupts himself as he watches you already take off your bra, and just pull down your panties. He swallows and changes his stance as he notices that it's getting tight behind his codpiece.

He accidentally drops the scanner, which falls into the water. He curses softly and looks at the water.

"Tech is going to be upset about this."

When he looks at you again you stand there naked, the cold winter air has given you goosebumps, and he can't help but stare at your erect nipples. Echo licks his lips, heat has risen in his cheeks.

With a cheeky grin, you climb into the warm water.

"This is really wonderful, come on in," you urge him.

His smile looks almost shy as he asks, "Are you sure we're alone here?"

"Honestly, I don't care. Come on in, my darling."

As he undresses, you see that he is already in the mood. His hard length, stands proudly erect.

"Look at you, pretty boy"

He chuckles nervously and joins you in the water.

Echo says, "I want you so bad right now and at the same moment you still make me so nervous, like I'm still a clueless cadet."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and snuggle up to him.

"I think that's one of the nicest compliments you've given me so far".

As you gently reach for his cock and begin to stroke it, he lets out a stuttering breath.

"Let me show you some nice things, Cadet Echo".

Wrecker

Wrecker and you have rented a cottage with indoor pool for a long weekend. You've been saving up for this well-deserved vacation for quite a while.

When you go to the pool in the morning, while Wrecker is still in bed and asleep, you take off all your clothes to go swimming. You're alone, no one else is here, so why not.

"Mesh'la?!"

Wrecker's voice rumbles agitatedly through the cottage.

"In the pool, honey."

Wrecker comes rushing into the poolroom and takes a deep breath when he sees you in the water. He looks relieved, like he was really worried about you.

You look at him questioningly.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"When I woke up you were gone, and you weren't in the bathroom, you weren't in the kitchen, I got nervous," he says, sounding almost a little reproachful.

Now you understand his uneasiness.

"I'm sorry, Wrecker," you say softly, swimming to the edge of the pool in his direction.

He glances at the lounger to his right and sees your clothes. A grin appears on his face.

"Mesh'la, are you naked in the water?"

He tries to make out something through the water and takes off his pajamas. He's undressed so fast, you couldn't even answer him when he already takes a run-up and does an ass-bomb into the water.

The water splashes in all directions, and when Wrecker resurfaces, he laughs heartily. He paddles towards you and grabs you immediately.

"My naked mesh'la," he coos and kisses you as your legs wrap around his hips.

Tech

Look here

Crosshair

You have no idea that Crosshair has been following you and watching you all the time. He has watched in fascination as you have revealed your curves, letting your clothes fall into the grass on the shore.

His eyes wander along your body, from top to bottom, over and over. He licks his lips, which have a cheeky little smirk on them. He's hungry for you.

As you slowly walk into the water, he quietly comes out from between the trees at the edge of the forest to the shore. You have turned your back on him and don't see that he is there.

Crosshair stands there silently for a while, watching you go further into the water until it almost reaches your shoulders. Then you turn around.

You are so startled to see him standing there on the shore that a little cry escapes your lips.

"Crosshair," you finally say, taking a deep breath, "Why do you keep sneaking up on me? Someday my heart will stop because of you."

He gives you a cheeky smile.

"You make it too easy for me though. You're always distracted by something or with your head in the clouds" he teases you.

"Maybe I was thinking about you"

Crosshair raises a brow in amusement and says, "Well I sure hope you're always thinking about me when you get naked"

You make a vague hand gesture to tease him.

"Well, sometimes"

Crosshair narrows his eyes to slits and begins to take off his armor and strip.

"Who else would you think of?" he asks grumpily.

You laugh and say, "Don't take everything so seriously."

Your gaze wanders down his now naked body as he finally marches into the water and towards you. His lean body is sinewy and trained. Crosshair is slender, but his tanned skin, stretches over well-toned muscles.

When he reaches you, he looks at you so penetratingly, as if he were looking straight into your soul. He grips your chin with his hand, turns your head slightly upward, and leans toward you. Very close to your face, when his lips almost touch yours, he says, "Don't play games with me, kitten".

"What happens if I do?"

His lips very softly touch yours, you feel every word as he speaks, "Then I would have to punish you."

You ask quietly and ever so gently, "You would hurt me?"

"Never."

He kisses you deeply, his lips and tongue gentle yet demanding.

As your lips part again you ask, "But then how would you punish me?"

Crosshair sighs softly and says, "Stop questioning my statements and let me make love to you."

You giggle as he pulls you close to him.

"Silly little mermaid" he huffs with a smirk as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Cody

He is lost in his thoughts. Cody has today off, yet he has only work on his mind. He's thinking about getting new equipment for some of his men as soon as he gets back and some other things he keeps going over in his head. He is in civilian clothes today. But he still has his holopad with him and is going over various things for work.

It annoys you that he is so absent minded. The day is beautiful, you are alone, the sun is shining and there is a calm beautiful lake in front of you. You get up and say, "I'm going to go swimming naked".

Cody replies absentmindedly, "Fine, honey. That sounds like a good idea"

Frowning critically you look at him, but he is completely focused on his holopad. With a sigh, you begin to undress. When you are finally completely naked and only your panties are off, you toss them onto his holopad.

Cody pauses.

"What-"

He looks up and sees you standing naked in front of him. He blinks and swallows.

"Mesh'la?"

"Like I just said, I'm going to go swimming naked. Maybe someone will come by and take some time for me"

Again he blinks. As you turn to go into the water. He jumps up and grabs your arm.

"Take it easy, you're not going without me".

"Funny you didn't seem too interested a minute ago" you tease him.

Cody smiles and sighs softly, "I'm sorry. You're right. Today is a day off, we don't have many of those. We should take advantage of it."

He lets go of you, gives you a kiss and finally starts to undress as well. You rush into the water and he is right behind you just a few seconds later, grabbing your hips in the water and pulling you towards him.

"I'm such a lucky man," he says dreamily, kissing your neck.

You put your arms around his shoulders and say suggestively, "Then maybe you should make me a lucky woman."

He nibbles on your earlobe, pressing you closer to him, and you feel that he is already hard.

"I'd love to"

Fives

He is at the agreed meeting place, but you are not there. At least that's what he thinks. Fives looks around nervously. It's not like you to be late. Especially not on a date with him, usually you're always there before him.

As he looks around, though, he spots something on the shore. Fives walks up to it and realizes it's clothes, your clothes, he recognizes your shoes and your favorite bra. Are you walking around naked? Has something happened to you?

Again his eyes wander along the shore, but then he sees movement in the water in the corner of his eye. Five's gaze darts in the appropriate direction. There you are, grinning cheekily at him. You're standing in the water, it barely reaches your breasts.

Fives licks his lips.

"Hello Mesh'la," he says with a smirk.

His gaze hangs on your wet breasts.

"What is it? Are you going to make me wait any longer? Stop staring, take off your clothes and join me in the water," you urge him with a laugh.

Fives slips out of his clothes in such a hurry that he almost loses his balance several times. You can't help but stare at him as he runs naked into the water. He is a magnificent sight, firm muscles under tanned skin, broad shoulders. And that cheeky glint in his eye as he comes closer hits you right in the heart, as always.

"Finally, there's my handsome man".

Fives laughs, reaches for you and wraps you in his strong arms in the water.

"Have you been waiting for me for a long time?" he asks, kissing your face over and over.

"A few minutes"

His lips graze over your cheek to your lips, there they rest gently as he whispers, "Sorry I kept you waiting".

"You can make it up to me" you say softly, wrapping your legs around his middle under the water.

Fives kisses you deeply before saying, "I plan to. I hope you brought some time with you"

"For you, always."

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Ooh, okay... I'm on a Crosshair kick at the moment, so... 👎 - what's a no go for them (in the bedroom)?

So I also kind of forgot I had this one.

Unpopular opinion. I don't think Crosshair would be into degradation of any kind. Especially post order 66 Crosshair.

He gets enough name calling and so forth in his daily life before the order, after he basically has a lot of trauma about his worth.

If you said anything of the sort to him I'm fairly sure he would just get up and walk away. He's not going to be angry at you, but hurt and angry because feeling hurt is interfering with your activities. If his mind makes it around to the part where it's hurting you... he is going to be unbearable to everyone around him for days if not weeks.

As for him speaking. Oh he will be downright filthy, but always in praise. He knows on a personal level how words and tone can hurt.

Spicy Headcanon Prompt List - Yup I'll still do these at any given time!

#spicy headcanons #crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch headcanons #crosshair headcanons

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Grace (Crosshair x Fem!OC)

Chapter Three: Slice of Life

Rating: Explicit!

Content: Fluff and smut! First-Person Narrative, with rarely-named OC (can be read as x reader if so desired) Post-empire Crosshair. More CatDad!Crosshair/Domestic!Crosshair. Exactly what the title is, a little slice of life.

Wordcount: ~3k

A/N: I barely proofread this smut so if you see errors, dm me. No Beta reader this chapter sooooooooooooo....

If you skipped Ch2 because you wanted to avoid the TW or you just hated it? (idk) Crosshair and Cerri adopted a tooka together. The tooka's name is Kit but Crosshair refers to her as their 'baby' around his brothers, this fic picks up directly from there.

Soundtrack: Strawberry Blonde - chloe moriondo

Previously...

Chapter One: Dive Bar...

“There’s a baby?” Hunter asked nervously.

“No–” I tried to cut in, but everyone started talking over each other:

“Keep your ears to yourself,” Crosshair hissed at his brother.

“There’s gonna be a baby?!” Omega jumped up and down excitedly, patting my stomach. Crosshair started to sweat a little, a flush coming to his cheeks.

“No, kid–” Crosshair started to speak but was interrupted by Wrecker bolting out of his seat to wrap his arms around me and lift me up by my waist, laughing: “Oh yeah! I’m gonna be the favorite uncle!”

“Wrecker!” Hunter and Echo both shouted, bolting up out of their chairs at the dining table. “Don’t lift her by the waist!” Echo added on.

“I’m not–” Before I could finish, a pillow came flying by my head, hitting Wrecker in the face. I looked to the couch and Crosshair had another pillow in his other hand, at the ready. “Put the girlfriend and tooka down. Now,” he growled.

“I had the assumption that Kit was the ‘baby’–” Tech shifted his goggles, but didn’t look up from his data pad.

“Kit is the baby! There’s no human baby!” I laughed. Omega’s giddiness turned to a playful pout. Wrecker put me down, looking slightly disappointed.

“Not yet anyway. No form of birth control is 100 percent and given how frequently I assume–” Tech stopped speaking to dodge the pillow Crosshair threw at him. After Crosshair and Hunter exchanged a few quips about “little Crosshairs,” everyone sat down around the caf table. Echo was leaving the next day, so most of us tried to enjoy each other's company before he left; talking and playing card games until Omega fell asleep in my lap, cuddling Kit. Crosshair sat on the floor between my feet silently while his brothers and I chatted.

I said goodnight to Hunter and the others, while Crosshair tucked Kit into her little bed. After they left, I laid out across the loveseat, and Crosshair came back out and laid down on top of me. I rubbed his back in silence, occasionally kissing his temple or forehead, depending on how his head was resting on my chest. He fell asleep after a few minutes, and I carefully reached behind my head for my book. He mumbled something, then twitched slightly. I held my book with one hand and rubbed his back with the other and he settled back into a deep sleep.

A few hours later, Kit cried from the bedroom and he startled awake, looking around for a moment. “It’s alright, I’ll get her,” I said, still rubbing his back and finishing my page. He crawled off of me and sat on the edge of the couch. I reached for him and he took my hand and kissed the palm before he stood up, leading me into the bedroom. I walked over to his side of the bed but he slipped in front of me and gently bumped me onto the bed with his hips, picking up Kit himself. He gave her a gentle kiss on her head, then spoke: “I know, she’s so slow.” I kicked out my legs to tap his shin but he dodged my playful attack. I stripped and crawled under the covers, as he took Kit into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for her.

I watched them from the bed, their silhouettes dimly lit from the little kitchen light: He was holding the little wriggling, whining form against his chest, working with the other hand to prep the formula and waiting for it to heat up. As he waited, he gave her a little kiss to the top of her head, making her cry louder from the contact. “Working on it, ad'ika,” he said. He leaned against the counter as he fed her, watching her lovingly. When she finished, he cleaned her up and brought her back into the room, tucking her back into her bed. He stripped off his clothes, picked up my clothes off the floor and dropped them in the hamper. When he started to curl back up into bed, he saw me smiling at him. “What?” He asked, adjusting his pillows. I shook my head and reached out to him. He raised an eyebrow at me, then laid down on his back next to me, pulling me into his side.

We laid in silence for a while. I looked up at him, and saw he was still awake. I tapped on his chest to get his attention: “Do you want kids?” I asked, looking up at him.

He let out a curt huff and turned his face away from me to look up at the ceiling.

I laughed lightly, “Yeah, that’s the response I expected.” I looked back at my hand, still tracing little mindless patterns on his skin.

He laid there looking up at the ceiling, rubbing my side. After a few minutes he rolled over and tangled his legs with mine, holding me close with both arms. “Ask me again once I’ve adjusted to the fact that I'm alive.” He leaned back slightly to look at me, “Do you want kids?”

“Not sure,” I said as I laid my hand flat against his chest to feel the hard thump of his heartbeat.

“Yes you are,” he said, kissing my forehead then resting his chin on top of my head. “You’re not your mother, Cerri. You’ll be fine.”

“You make an adorable father,” I looked up at him smiling.

“The one time I held a human baby I made him cry.”

“You woke him up and scared him.” I said, laughing at the memory: Crosshair walking out of the nursery holding my friend’s crying baby with a deep frown. He refused to touch the baby the rest of the night.

“He’s a little older now, I’m sure you two will get along fine. And your own baby won’t be afraid of you, so don’t use Solan as a reference.”

I laid my arm across his waist and buried my face into his chest, feeling him breathe. He started to rub my back again but after a few minutes, his breathing deepened and slowed; his arms holding me close to his chest.

I woke up again a few hours later. I kissed him twice but he was sound asleep, so I eased out of bed and took Kit with me. After feeding her, I got dressed, tucking her between my breasts in the layers of my kimono-style shirt. I made breakfast, leaving some aside for Crosshair when he woke up, then busied myself around the house. It was the afternoon when he shuffled out of the bedroom half asleep. He came up behind me while I was curled up on the couch on my datapad. He leaned over the back of the loveseat and kissed me deeply, sneaking a hand into my shirt. I laughed against his lips when I heard Kit cry, her nap disturbed by a prying hand. When he pulled away, I called him a thief as he cuddled Kit close to his bare chest and walked into the kitchen.

We spent a few hours together: went for a swim, and picked up a few things at the market. When we got back home, Crosshair settled into the loveseat while I put things away. I set aside some of his work clothes I’d washed that morning, and took care of Kit. When I walked over to him, he was laying down with his eyes closed. I leaned down to steal a light kiss as I walked by, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to lay down on top of him. Since his first night with me, naps on the loveseat before work became a little ritual: His long legs draped over the arm of the loveseat while I laid on top of him. It was the only rest either of us got that was usually free of nightmares.

I stayed up reading while I waited for him to get off work. He commed when he left, so I walked outside and waited for him to walk up the path to my house. When he got there he pulled me into a hug and gave me a kiss on the top of my head before we walked inside together. After taking off his boots, he immediately walked to where I had Kit snuggled in her blanket on the loveseat and held her close. He gave me a quick summary of his shift before I could ask how his night was.

After feeding Kit, he brought her into the bedroom and tucked her into her little bed before walking back out and laying across the loveseat. I crawled into his lap, straddling him and tucking my face into the curve of his neck. My hands made their way under his shirt, running my nails gently over his skin. He chuckled softly and pulled my hair away from my neck, kissing it gently.

“You sure?” he whispered, kissing my hairline. “Last few days have been rough.”

I nodded, “It’s been a while, I don’t want you feeling…” I rolled my hips against him again, a hardness growing in his pants beneath me, “Neglected.”

“If I needed it, I could have gotten myself off,” He gently pulled my head away so he could look at me, “You’re not responsible for my pleasure, certainly not at the expense of your comfort.”

I sat up fully, still straddling his hips, “I want this.”

He tilted his head a little and gave me a skeptical look. I sighed and rolled my eyes, “How many days since the first time we were intimate?”

“Little over 300 rotations,” he said as he rested both his hands on my thighs.

“And I’ve always been honest with you about when I do and don’t want something.” I kissed his nose. “And right now,” I kissed his chin. “I want you,” I whispered against his lips before kissing them.

“As my princess desires then,” he said, smirking and started to sit up. I slipped from his grasp and ran towards the bedroom giggling but he caught up to me in a few long strides and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into him and walked me backwards towards the wall between the bedroom and refresher door. When my back hit the wall, his lips met mine. He lifted me up by my ass to bring my face level to his, my legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers digging into my thighs, tongues in each other's mouths. He pulled away long enough to dip down to my collar bone and kiss up my neck behind my ear. He pressed into my core, giving a teasing amount of pressure. I tilted my head back in a low moan, and I felt him smirk into my skin. He carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed.

We both completely stripped, clothes scattered on the floor around the bed. I stretched out across the bed once naked, and caught Crosshair staring down at me with a small smile. I sat up and grabbed his wrist to pull him on top of me. He settled between my legs, and went back to kissing my neck, leaning on his left elbow and letting his right hand slide painfully slowly, down to my hips. He teased my inner thighs, hip bones, everywhere but exactly where I wanted him as we made out. A few times he briefly ghosted over my folds, but continued teasing around them. I could feel myself starting to drip on the bed and got impatient. I pushed him off of me and onto his back, pinning his arms on either side of his head. I directed him to rest his head on his hands and he skeptically went along with my orders. It was my turn to tease. I gently ran my nails across his skin as I slowly kissed down his body, letting my wet folds graze across his length on occasion making him inhale sharply. I teased his nipples before making my way down his abs, kissing all the way down, leaving goosebumps all along his skin where my lips and fingers met his skin. I rested his thighs on my shoulders as I kissed everywhere but his cock. Licking up his thighs to his hip bones, kissing all around the base, taking his balls in his mouth, everything but what I knew he wanted. He could have moved his hands out from behind his head, pulled my hair, shoved my face to his cock, but didn’t. Just laid there moaning, shifting his hips whenever I tickled him slightly, breathing hard, eyes closed, with a deep flush across his face. I kissed back up his body, giving every scar a gentle kiss on my way up. I made my way back up to his neck, my pussy just an inch away from his throbbing length. I decided I’d teased him enough and finally relented, sliding my wet folds along his cock. He gasped followed by an absolutely sinful groan, grabbing my hips desperately. After teasing my clit a few times with the head of his cock, I finally slid him fully inside me. I wasted no time, his grip pacing how fast and hard he wanted me to come down on him. His muscles tensed beneath me, his panting got heavier, his grip tighter, the longer I rode him. I was absolutely drunk on the look on his face, flushed and blissed out, eyes closed. But then he stopped, shoving me down on his cock, and taking a second to breathe before he opened his eyes and shifted beneath me to reach the drawer of my nightstand. He felt around in my drawer before getting annoyed and sitting up, still keeping me firmly planted on his cock.

“I could help you if you told me what you were looking for,” I laughed when his face contorted into a more annoyed expression.

“If I’m going over, you’re coming with me this time dammit.”

“Did not take you for puns,” I said as I leaned over to look in the drawer. His hand landed on my little vibrator. “How did you know that was in there?” I asked, a little embarrassed.

“I know where all your toys are,” he said with a mischievous smirk and I shoved him back down onto the bed. “Not my fault you have shitty hiding places.”

He clicked the toy on and settled it on my clit. I threw my head back with a gasp, instinctively shifting myself so it pressed exactly where I wanted it. I felt my walls clench around his cock and he moaned. He sat back up, holding me close to him with one arm, and holding my toy against me with the other. Between him being inside me and the vibrations on my clit I didn’t last long, grinding against him as I came, forehead resting against his shoulder. He let out a breathy “fuck,” as he came himself, leaning his head against mine. After a moment of overstimulation, I took the toy from his hand and turned it off, throwing it somewhere on his side of the bed but it bounced off and there was a light thump followed by a quiet and angry meow. I gasped and Crosshair gave a small, breathless laugh. I tried to stifle any further laughter but couldn’t stop myself when Crosshair started laughing more openly himself, throwing himself back onto the bed. I carefully removed him from inside me and leaned over the edge of the bed to check on Kit. He gave my ass a sharp smack and I squealed, throwing him a dirty look from over my shoulder. He climbed on top of me, kissing my shoulder and hairline before moving Kit’s blanket to take a peek at her.

“You hit our daughter with a sex toy and now you’re dripping on my side of the bed,” he said as he slid off of me, standing on the edge of the bed. I started to ask what he was going to do about it before he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He picked me up by my waist and carried me into the refresher to get cleaned up. When we were out of the shower, the sun was turning the horizon a light gray. I curled up on my side of the bed and Crosshair shoved himself as close to me as possible, complaining of a “wet spot” on his side of the comforter. I felt around but didn’t feel anything and smiled. He just wanted his post-orgasm cuddles.

I woke up when I almost fell off the bed, Crosshair curled up into my back, arms wrapped around me and one leg draped over my hips. His breathing was soft on the back of my neck. Kit was crying softly from her little bed and I started to try to peel off Crosshair’s limbs so I could get out of bed. “No,” was all he mumbled as he pulled me closer into him.

“She needs to eat,” I whispered, still trying to undo his now death grip on my body.

“I fed her two hours ago, she’s fine.” He kissed the back of my head, “Stop moving.”

“She’s crying–”

“She’s needy.”

“So are you this morning, sir.”

He pinched my waist and I let out a little squeak. “If I get her, will you shut up and go back to sleep?” he asked.

“Hmm. Maybe?”

He rolled over and picked up Kit from her bed and handed her to me. I cuddled her close to my neck, still laying on my side. Crosshair resumed his position, now cuddling the both of us.

“Are you two happy now?”

Kit was purring, happily making biscuits against his arm. He kissed the back of my head and gave Kit a little scratch under her chin.

“Very happy. Are you happy now?”

He shushed me. It wasn’t long before the three of us fell back to sleep.

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Next...

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"Creative" Miniseries

Warnings and Information: Because some of these get suggestive, we're gonna say Minors DNI.

I went down a list of creative hobbies at random, so some of these may not necessarily "fit" our Bad Batch and Wolfpack boys. This is more a creative writing exercise than a serious list of headcanons.

If I miss someone from a certain unit, or you want to see so-and-so with a different creative hobby than the one I went with at random, let me know and I can do another part just for them. It doesn't have to be in the form of a request, but you're welcome to make one (it'll be easier to keep track of that way/guarantee I'll see it)!

The Bad Batch

Crosshair

His cyare writes him poetry, short stories, and fake scripts. Wordsmithy about purple mountains crowned in silver snow. His retellings of how he wiped out fifteen battle droids in one shot becomes fit for the silver screen when you present him with the scene. He's thought about carefully etching your poetry about him into the stock of his gun. But he couldn't decide on just one line; how could he pick just one when they were all so good? He's thought about the filthy praise you've written for him on strips of filmsi when he misses you most. He's memorized every word before he discreetly drops the strip into a puddle on the landing pad, or some water cupped in the palm of his hand, to let the evidence dissolve and melt away. He knows you keep your records if you ever wanted to do a reading while you ravish him; just like you promise on paper while maybe being too timid to tell him out loud. No two lines have ever been quite the same. It never fails to make him feel so loved when every word you write is chosen with utmost care. Even the parts about himself he despises he's found himself slowly coming to love. You've been wonderful for his self-image, in many ways. And you constantly surprise him. He's never imagined you could be so crass when you write how much you want to ruin him in bed. Him. Hunter asked if Crosshair had gotten some bad news because he could hear the sniper's heart racing wildly, once. "No… everything's fine." Crosshair insisted in a way that didn't quite convince Hunter, but he thankfully let it go.

Wrecker

His cyare spoils him with home cooking. Absolutely spoils him. Sweets and breads and stews. Meat so mouthwatering and tender it falls off the bone. And the best part is you make enough so he can eat until he's had his fill. He's full for one rare moment in his life. No bland ration bars. No under-seasoned food from the mess. You always make it just how he likes it, and some extras that he takes home with him for his brothers, made how they like it, too. He's not sure he's ever seen a single recipe card. He's pretty sure you have a flawless memory. He offhandedly mentioned it had been a while since he'd had something once, and the next day, you whipped up exactly what he'd been craving. Right down to the spices and the drinks you paired with the meal the first time. So when he jokes that the two of you could really give him a case of deja vu by engaging in a certain "after-activity" once you've had some time to digest, he finds that's exactly what you had in mind. Mornings after he spends the night, he's made breakfast in bed. You might find yourself engaged if you do that enough times! He might not even have a ring or any sort of commemorative accessory ready for the moment, but he's so swept up in feeling so loved by you that he wants to feel like that forever. What better way than to ask to be yours?

Hunter

His cyare has the greenest of green thumbs he's ever seen in this galaxy. You can tell what the soil needs from feeling it between your fingers. You can deduce what ails your plants with startling accuracy before ever consulting the Holonet. Your garden thrives with life in such a small space; unlike anything he's ever seen. Herb and flower and produce. You have an idea for a hydroponic garden that you've been flirting with the idea of; something you can propagate here that you could let him keep on Kamino. A little secret piece of greenery to break up all that sterility of white and silver. He loves to spend time with his hands in the dirt with you, watching you prune and weed with precision. He may not understand how you keep all the seasons of planting and blooming and harvesting straight in your head, but he appreciates your brilliance and your knack for filling your garden with so much growing in tandem. You invited him once to do a little late night planting in the new flower beds, but the two of you ended up fooling around so much that the beautiful seedlings from the nursery remained untouched until sunrise. (It took Hunter three days to get all the dirt from his hair.) Eventually he can tell what section of your garden you spent the most amount of time in by the way you smell at the end of the day. "You've been in the herbs again. Maker, I love it when you smell like this…" You laugh softly, feeling your skin tingle pleasantly wherever his hands begin to roam. "Good. Because tomorrow I plan to fertilize the new patch I made, and we both know you're not a fan of the fertilizer. But I need to get things ready for you to choose your own little things you want to learn to grow."

Tech

His cyare shares an interest in puzzles and programming. Logic puzzles, jigsaw, sudoku, crossword, word searches, mazes, memory and recall, you name it. Anything that tests your reasoning and intelligence. You've slipped so many little ciphers into your messages together, and sent him many tasteful images. He needs to crack three layers of unique encryption to get to it. Were the files in his datapad not so important in order to perform his part in the Grand Army of the Republic, you'd gladly give into the idea of sending him a virus that would do something harmless, or cause a minor nuisance like changing his primary language from Basic to Shyriiwook to Huttese to Dathomiri to Rodian all at random. "It would be fascinating, not knowing what language you're going to get the next time you pick up your datapad," you tell him, trying to explain why you hesitate to entertain this fantasy, "but what if you needed to show something to Commander Cody and he doesn't speak Kel Dor?" You have a point, he concedes, but he files this odd fantasy away for another time. Maybe when the war is over. Letting his exceptional mind go to waste would be an utter shame. Letting an opportunity to be involved with you in this mutual hobby going to waste would be criminal.

Wolfpack

Commander Wolffe

His cyare's poor hands are full of splinters all hours of the day. "I wish you'd wear gloves, or something…" he grumbles worriedly as he assists you in working a particularly nasty splinter free. It's in there deep… and he's this close to taking you to one of the medics on board to make sure it's out before infection sets in. "But it's just not the same without the feel of the wood in my hands if I wore gloves." you tell him. You don't mean it to be dismissive of his feelings. You know he's only thinking of your best interests and your safety in mind. He always is. The idea of woodworking, something that could be very demanding on your hands, something that could too-easily go wrong if you didn't mind the blade of your whittling knife didn't scare Wolffe, but it didn't comfort him either. "I see enough hurt to last a lifetime when I accompany General Plo Koon on relief efforts. The thought of you… Please promise me you'll be careful." You nod softly. Promising that you're doing your best. You're always doing your best. "I'll be careful. I have to be if I want this to look good." He's never asked his cyare what they make. Not because he doesn't care, but because he's so preoccupied that he doesn't get to see anything while it's still being worked on; he's only seen the finished results. All of them are so beautiful. But for once, since he knows this one is still in progress, he wants to know what you've spent the better part of the month working on. What you're so determined not to screw up. "It's you. And your men. As a whole pack of loth-wolves." you tell him. "I just finished Comet today. Would you like to see?"

Comet

Mapmaking for fun was his cyare's hobby. Maps and diagrams of anything, really. Phony star charts filled with made-up constellations that were named after him and his brothers and the General. What an underground wolf den would look like if it was large enough to host the entire Wolfpack. You even made maps of some of his dreams. Sprawling cities where people could have enough space to dance in the street. You tried making a diagram of the time Comet had assisted General Windu from the precarious wreckage of a Venator-class ship that had been reportedly sabotaged, but it was ultimately abandoned. Something about that incident was spoken of so quietly by the Clones. "General Plo says the one responsible was just a kid…?" The diagram was trashed and instead you worked on something related to the Aleena people.

Boost

His cyare promises him when they first get together that the gifts of soap are not a jab at his hygiene, or rather, lack of it since he only bathes with regularity when he's on leave. "I-I just make so much soap… And I'm always trying new things. Fragrances, I mean! If you don't like any of them, you can give them to your brothers or throw them away and I swear I won't be mad." you tell him when you give him a mesh sachet of travel-sized soap bars when he asks what you've been up to since your last date together, in the beginning of your relationship. You had picked up soap making as a hobby in the three months you've been apart. His brothers certainly think they all smell nice, and they feel cleaner when they can smell something they haven't gone nose-blind to after nothing but regulation cleaners and soaps for years on Kamino. "Hey, Boost! Tell your sweetheart I really liked the thing they called lavender! I love the way that stuff smells. Do you think you could get some more of it for me?" He feels a little bad that when he goes to visit, he comes with what's for all intents and purposes a list of soap orders. "They're offering to pay if it means they don't have to use the communal body wash dispensers."

Sinker

Leatherwork became his cyare's hobby of choice after Sinker had an opportunity to finally take care of a few things he hadn't had the time for in a while. Cleaning out his footlocker, being at the top of his list. You'd offered to help, curious to see what you'd find, partly, but mostly just glad to spend a little time with him. "Huh. Don't remember this… Why'd I keep a roll of plain leather? Oh: you know what, this must have been from that one planet back in the-" he stops himself, laughing. "Eh, the sector's not important. It was a thank you gift from the locals of the planet after we delivered relief supplies to them once we took care of a Separatist blockade. The General said it would have been impolite to refuse. I don't really have a use for it, or the time to make anything with it… But if you like it," he tells you, seeing the way you smooth your hands over the rich leather again and again, "I'm sure you'll find a better use than just sitting in my footlocker for it." He never thought you would have taken the suggestion to heart, but he's glad to see you've found something you enjoy and can pass the time with. When you present him with a small leather bag embossed with the image of the Wolfpack, he asks if you wouldn't mind making the same for his brothers out of their rolls. You'd be happy to.

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