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Part 4- crosshair x male medic reader

Crosshair was tired when he came back. He made sure that they would ever hurt what is his. His…it made crosshair smile, he was able to protect him to keep him safe, then his smile fell. Like he should have been, but he’s made things right. He’ll need to pay a little bit more attention to his lovely, make sure he’s happy. The first thing he did when he got was to go check on him as he walked down the hallway he noticed more guards then usual, something in him made him start to worry about his doll. He starts picking up in speed as he makes his way to the medical ward. He stops dead in his tracks. Y/n bed was empty. He asks a medical drone what happened to him “ a small squad of defective clones stole supplies and weapons as well as kidnapping the medic y/n “ it replied. He knew immediately what it was talking about. No, no! It can’t be possible! Immediately crosshair turns around and heads off to his barracks he can’t allow anyone to see himself. He needs to find them. He needs to find him. He needs him. He has to protect him even from his own brothers if he has to. He knows that hunter wants him there is nothing to keep him from taking his doll away. The thought of hunter taking what is his away, touching what is his. No…that’s not y/n. Y/n loves him and only him. He knows this, he knows that his lovely would never do something like that. But that image of hunter pinning y/n to the ground made him sick. He can’t let hunter have him. No y/n is his not hunters. His.

When he finally got back to his barracks they were empty. He sit his weapon down and sat down. “ I can’t lose him…” he couldn’t lose him. What if…what if he went with them willingly? No no he wouldn’t abandon him again will he? No he wouldn’t y/n loves him to much for that. He knows y/n. He would never cheat or leave him but crosshair didn’t even notice that the squad was abusing his lover how would he know if he did. That’s when the thought passes though his head again. Hunter pinning y/n down, Doing what ever he wants to do to him and y/n begging for more. “ I have to get him back”

Crosshair x male medic reader

Part 3

When he opened his eyes again he was surprised to see that he was in a medical Ward. Y/n looks around to see if anything was familiar. He was happy to see crosshair. He had his eyes closed but y/n had a feeling that crosshair wasn’t actually asleep. He was going to say something but that’s when he realized that he actually had a tube down his throat, he was drugged so much that he didn’t even feel if it. TJ must have crushed his throat. Y/n looked down at his broken arm seeing that he didn’t have his blacks on, now he could really see how bad it is, when ever he had to wash up he had to look at them now he had to add the shot wound to the mix. He felt crosshair hand squeeze his hand “ you’re awake…are you alright?” He asked as he rubs his cheek. Y/n nods slowly. “ why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me that they were hurting you? I could have protect you….I would have killed them for you.” The last sentence made a chill go down his spine, he couldn’t look him in the eye when he was like that “ look at me please” he said as he moves y/n head towards his “ are you scared of me?” Almost immediately y/n shakes his head no. “ then why didn’t you tell me?” He asks concerned for y/n. Crosshair knows that look. “ you were scared that they might kill you…or…me? “ he asked as he rubs his cheek and y/n nods “ I should have known” he was about to say something else when one of the squad members can in and calls his over for a mission he huffs quietly. Y/n rubs his cheek kinda telling him it’s alright to go. Crosshair carefully kisses his hand lightly before getting up “ I’ll be back soon” He reply’s as he got up and went to go onto the mission. The squad member turn to look at y/n glaring at him. Y/n looks away from them.

At some point he doesn’t really remember, but he had fallen back asleep. He was so drugged up he didn’t even know that he was being moved. He didn’t even feel the tube being taken out of his throat or the constant yet familiar voices that continued to talk about him. When he starts to come two he could smell the familiar smell of Marauder, that’s when the pain hit, He couldn’t help but to tense up, breathing slowly. Y/n sits up groaning in pain. “ you’re ok!” Wrecker voice booms into his head. It honestly scared him making him jump and flinches in pain “ h-hey..ow…” y/n replied his voice horse and sore. when he actually opened his eyes, he was met with tech looking over him. “ you might want to lay back down, we don’t have a lot of pain meds neither…” tech put a hand on his shoulder kinda pushing him back against the bunk. “ w-wait..I’m not supposed to be here” y/n said it finally kicked in that he wasn’t supposed to be here, he wasn’t supposed to leave crosshair “ I gotta go bac-ahow…being shot s-sucks…ow.. ”Y/n grabs his side he saw hunter exit the cock pit “ yeah it isn’t…” he said jokingly “ what the hell happened to you “ wrecker asks “ did crosshair…do this? “wrecker gestures to all of him “ no h-he’s never done a-anything like that” y/n replies “ then what happened?” This time it was hunter who chimed in. “ it’s nothing t-to w-worry about it’s fine..” they all gave him the we don’t believe you look. “ fine…it was the s-squad I was apart of…they didn’t l-like me..” y/n looked down at his hands and tapping at his finger together “ they t-took they’re anger out on me…it’s fine” he sighs quietly “ hey where’s Omega? Is she alright?“ y/n asks he’s been worried about her since he’s been gone he worried about all of them. “ she’s sleeping heh..she’s worries about you and crosshair “ hunter said he knew that y/n was trying to change the conversation so that he doesn’t have to talk about it. “ it seems like you all need sleep…how l-long has it been?” Y/n asks smirking “ how long since what?” Wrecker gave y/n a confused look “ I’m talking about your sleeping habits hunter looks he’s about to crash, tech is p-probably running off of caf and you…w-well you look like you’ve a-actually had rest, oh a-and I don’t even k-know where echo is…how far off Am I?” He smiled even more when they hesitantly replied “ I’m in the cock pit and you ain’t far off!” Y/n could always trust echo telling him the truth about what goes on in the Bach. “I still got it” he smiles “ you all should get s-some rest…it would be better for you all “ y/n still worried about his squad mates “ you’re right but we have to make sure that you don’t go back there.. they clearly don’t care about you..” tech said as he looks over the datapad “ I know…but crosshair is there…he needs help… I can’t just leave him “ y/n felt horrible for leaving him the first time now he feels the same way that he felt back then it was so hard. Especially when he saw him and him wanting to kill them. It hurt him when they were in the hanger it hurt so much to leave him there. He can’t make make that mistake again. He needs to help him he needs to help him onto the right path. To help him. “ I just can’t leave him…not again “ y/n said more to himself then to the others. “ you don’t have to go back there…we will get him back.”

Hunter replies and goes over to him sitting down beside y/n comforting him “ we’ll get him back “

Crosshair x male medic reader

Tw: being choked ( I don’t know if it is but just in case)

A few weeks pass Since then. Everything seem oddly normal within the squad they hadn’t hit him in a while that was a plus, maybe he’s finally being excepted into the squad, but he knew better then to get his hopes up. At least now he could have his back turn without much fear of getting hit. They were on a mission they were tracking down some people that had stuck their nose into somewhere that they shouldn’t have, even though didn’t agree with it the group had gotten a hold of some very sensitive information that could destroy everything, as the group split up, they split up into teams of two. He and another trooper had lost their trader in the forest outside of a city. He learned the trooper name TJ is what he liked to be called. Y/n knows that TJ probably didn’t care to get to know his name.

“ hey uh..TJ right? I believe we should head back we haven’t found anything for a few hours now” y/n voiced his opinion the trooper didn’t reply “ hey we should really head back before it gets dark “ y/n repeated this time putting his hand onto the mans armor trying to pull him towards reason “ go ahead coward, the commander won’t do anything to you if YOU show up empty handed since you’re the commander’s little slut. I can’t even believe someone would let a clone touch them like that I guess you’re desperate” he replied with hatred almost as if he was spitting out venom. Usually when something like that was said to him he would just brush it off but this time he pulled crosshair into it that made something in him snaps and he punches the trooper square in the jaw it was so hard that he knocks off the mans helmet. TJ stumbles back in shock as he turns towards him, that shock turns into anger really quick and TJ charges towards y/n pining him to the ground with him on top “ oh so you want to be come cocky huh?! Oh you’re going to die for that!” He yells at y/n. He grabs his arm and twisting it until he hears it snap making y/n cry out in pain “ I’m tired of holding back! I want to see the life fade out of your eyes! “ he grabs y/n helmet and rips it off of his head, rapping his hands around the pin man’s throat and slowly starts to squeeze. Y/n finds himself panicking as he tries kicking him off, that doesn’t work, he tries pushing, doesn’t work, he tries pulling TJ arms apart but he’s not strong enough especially with one of them broken. As his vision starts to become black something clicks and he sticks his thumb right into the man’s eye and just pushes into it making him scream. this gives y/n enough time for him to be able to push him off enough to get out from under him. Tj even more piss trying to get his bearings before actually grabbing y/n own weapon and trying to aim it at him y/n. Y/n was still trying to get his vision back. He could barely make out TJ who was holding his hand over his eye. Then he felt the bolt hit his side and go straight though, it made him fall forward he trying to get up back up but TJ kicks him onto his side as TJ stood over him aiming at his head “ you are a Disgrace not even worth a bolt”. Y/n couldn’t keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tries everything was just slowly fading. He could barely hear footsteps going towards him and what sounded like blaster fire an a body falling over.

Everything was so cold.

Everything was so num.

I miss your amazing works on the Bad Batch being panty snatchers - any updated headcannons/shenanigans around this?

aaah, I haven't updated that trope/series in so long!!! Here's a few NSFW headcanons based on the Batch stealing yo panties.

I'm writing this with the idea that you, the reader, have no idea what's going on, but you're more than welcome to interpret it the opposite way!

Fem reader.

Hunter always feels guilty whenever he steals your panties. He's desperate for that extra material when he masturbates, but oh lord, the post-nut guilt hits him hard. He'll hand-wash your panties before machine washing them, ensuring that they're extra clean. And Maker forbid that a single drop of his cum ever reaches them, else he'll burn your panties and sneakily buy you a new pair.

Echo, similar to Hunter, always feels guilty about stealing your panties. He doesn't get many moments alone, let alone to masturbate, so when he does jerk off, he likes to take his time, and go all out. So, if that means acquiring a pair of your panties to sniff, then fine, he'll do it, for his own pleasure! It's a little selfish, but he always puts them in the wash the second that he's done with them.

Wrecker is often clumsy, but when it comes to committing such a sinful act, he's extra careful. Wrecker won't risk stealing your panties when you're also on the ship, just to be safe. Hell, you'll need to be far away from the ship before he even considers stealing them. But when he does, he goes to town, and the second that he nuts, he often forgets to return them. Sneaking them back into your laundry the next day is always challenging.

Tech is good at being sneaky, but he sometimes lets his confidence get the better of him. You've caught him digging through your laundry basket before, using the excuse of "I was looking for something," before scuttering off. He has one stolen pair that he keeps under his pillow, and uses them over and over until your smell has vanished. So, if your panties ever go missing for days on end, you know who has them.

Crosshair, whilst he is bold and confident, prefers to be sneaky when it comes to something like this. It's weird, isn't it? Sniffing your panties whilst jerking off, all for that extra stimulation. He doesn't often feel guilty of it, just a little... weird? Still, he'll put them back into your laundry basket when done. You can always tell when Crosshair is up to something, as he'll make you caf the next morning - his silent way of saying 'thank you.'

Bad Batch Period Head-Cannons

Authors note: I’ve read a lot of head cannons about the Bad Batch reacting to the reader on their period, and a lot have the batch cuddling with the reader or bringing them chocolate and sweets. But I don’t usually like physical affection or sweets on my period so I thought I’d write for the people that deal with the same thing!

Warnings: None really

Relationship: The Bad Batch x Gn!Reader

Summary: How the Bad Batch react to the reader on their period.

Hunter:

He would know that you’re on your period, but he wouldn’t be sure on what to do.

In the past you’ve had a consistent habit of pushing him away and burrowing yourself into the covers of your bunk. It was a strange behavior to him since you’re usually touchy or want to be touched.

He’s tried bringing you sweet things, but every time he would, you would push that away too and prefer to eat little to nothing at all. It concerned him and he so badly wanted to help you with what you were going through.

It wasn’t until you broke down that he took action and did whatever he could to help you.

He brought you water, lended you an extra blanket, or calmed you down with comforting words of affirmation.

“I’m sorry, Cyare. I’m sorry I can’t help you more.” He would say. “You’ll feel better soon, I promise you’ll feel better. Please let me help you.”

He would sit with you for a while, long after you calmed down and fallen asleep.

He still hasn’t figured out how to help you more, but he knows that he will always be by your side.

Wrecker:

Wrecker is an affectionate kind of guy, it’s just in his nature! So when you push him away one day, he is hurt and confused.

He would pout in a corner, watching you lay in your bunk, occasionally shifting uncomfortably and readjusting your pillow.

You eventually look behind and whisper that you’re on your period and that you just wanted to be left alone, but he could still sit beside you.

He would move closer, gently twirling a strand of hair in between his fingers.

He understands what a period is, he isn’t dumb. When he thought about it, he could remember past times where you would push away his affection, or refuse sweets he had bought after missions.

“How long does this last?” He stares at your face, watching it contort up in pain. You would tell him it lasted 3 to 7 days and he would gasp in surprise. “That’s a long time! How do you do it, Ad’ika?”

He would sit with you for while, chatting animatedly about whatever to distract you, his energy thriving. It would make you happy and forget all about the pain in your abdomen.

Tech:

Tech does not care much for physically touch to begin with, so you would not have any issues with getting him away.

He would talk your ear off though, staying facts about menstrual cycles and all the side effects.

It’s stuff you already knew and you would get annoyed quickly and tell him off. He wouldn’t get angry, outbursts and being emotional are side effects after all.

He would bring you pain meds and a heating pad to ease the pain. He would make sure you’re well fed hydrated and buy period products if you needed it. Tech has no shame, it would not bother him.

Eventually though, you would reach out to him, grasping his hand gently while he read up on a heated blanket on his data pad. You don’t like physical touch, it heats you up and makes you sticky, but sometimes you like to make an exception for Tech.

“I though you did not care for physical contact.” He’d state matter of factly. You’d shake your head and say just for a moment. “Whatever makes you feel best, Dearest.” He’d thread his fingers in your own and hold on tight.

Echo:

Right off the bat he would get your water and pain killers. Echo wastes no time in making sure you’re comfortable and ready for the long week ahead of you.

He gets you water and heating pads, making sure the ship is cool enough for you to lay under a blanket, but too cool that you’re freezing.

He would let you borrow his data pad so you could binge all your favorite shows and guard the door to make sure no one bothers you.

He would offer his physical touch just in case you needed it, but you would refuse saying his company is just what you needed.

He would linger awkwardly, thinking of anything else you might need. You would laugh and make him join you by your bedside. You would pat his head and the turn the data pad towards him so he can watch whatever drama you are into.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything sweet, Cyar’ika? I have some chocolate stashed somewhere.” You shook your head no and he sighs. “That’s right, it gives you stomach aches. Maybe something salty?”

He’d leave you once you’ve fallen asleep, preparing whatever else you might need once you wake up.

Crosshair:

Your moody self and Crosshairs moody self does not clash well when you’re on your period.

The minute you woke up on your first day of your period, you pushed him into the floor because of a hot flash. He’d curse and glare at you.

Crosshair already knew the procedure. He’d get you what you needed and then leave you as quickly as possible.

As much as the man loves you, he cannot stand you on your period. Don’t get him wrong, it’s not because he finds it gross or weird. He just isn’t used to you being so agitated and he’s worried he might snap at you and hurt your feelings.

He’ll wait for you to fall asleep before going to see you. He’ll fill up your glass of water, replace your heating pad, and make sure you didn’t have any accidents while you huddled underneath your blankets.

“So needy,” He’d mumbled under his breath. He’ll lean over and give you a long kiss on your lips, a whispered sentence passing his own. “Get well soon, love.”

You would have heard him, pretending to sleep because you knew of his little habit. You would smile once he leaves and wait for him to do it again on the days to come.

hellloooo luv >.< could I maybe request a crosshair/shortfem!reader where crosshair has a size difference kink and is obsessed with his small gf? <33 just the sight of you hugging him by the waist and looking up at him with your pretty little eyes as he towers over you would make him lose his mind. thinking about how he would love reminding you how small you are compared to him. he would love how easy it is for him to pick you up and lift you onto him without even trying and just manhandling you and using you anyway he wants. he would love how his big hands look holding onto your small waist (or anywhere on you for that matter), the tummy bulge he gives you, him having to take his time to fit inside of you bc of how big he is and talking you through it. “shhh cyare..you’re doing so good for me..almost there..”. you’re his little princess and he absolutely adores and loves to praise you for how well you take him while he uses you as his own personal cumdump until you’re cock dumb and ruined by him. I need to be manhandled by him in the most disgusting, loving, and sweetest way possible.

Author's Note: This request made me bonk around the room like a fire extinguisher that's been shot

Summary: Crosshair has always noticed how much more delicate you were than him. But when one night he actually, really notices; He can't stop the way he wants you.

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Reader is 'short coded' but everything else is pretty ambiguous as usual, Creampies, my badboy Crosshair with Goodgirl Reader cliché obsession because my mind cannot know peace, Size Kink, Unprotected sex,

Crosshair doesn't normally use the word 'cute'.

Not much in his life warrants the adjective; and the few things that do, he normally has less than a stellar disposition towards. He almost always says it with venom, meant to insult whatever or whoever it is rather than compliment.

You are a noted exception however, as Crosshair has yet to find an adjective that fits you quite as well as 'cute' does.

His brothers can't even help but agree, as no matter how many times he bites at them to back off with it, they always ruffle your hair or joke about how short you are. He doesn't mind in actuality, they are just being brotherly, but sometimes Crosshair isn't a fan of others pointing out things that only he should be noticing.

Even not that long ago when you'd boarded the Marauder, Wrecker had made yet another comment at how small you were, with a pitch in his voice and an arm around your shoulders. He only stopped when he could feel Crosshair's eyes burning holes into him, but you just waved him off.

Right now his arm is light around your shoulders, as the thumping of club music hums in your ears. The dive bar reeks of greasy food and hard liquor, but you don't mind the change in pace. The weather has been awful lately and with your life busy, coming out and enjoying time in public has been a welcome change. Whether or not you're used to this sort of scene.

Crosshair seems less so, as he looks around the bar seeing the other groups of clones spattered across the scenery. They're all minding their own business, drinking for many of the same reasons you're all out tonight.

"That would involve actually having to try, Wrecker."

You smile and laugh at the largest brother across the table, right shoulder brushing against his ribcage. He has to look down in order to watch your face, as you stay firmly tucked against his side. He hasn't the slightest idea what you're talking about at this point, so he doesn't bother joining the conversation and risk making a fool out of himself.

Wrecker responds, but it doesn't give Crosshair any context as to what the two of you are jokingly fighting about. He's too busy watching the way your head tilts slightly towards him and leans against his body for just a moment.

"Oh, bold words coming from the short stack!" You roll your eyes at Wrecker, one of your hands fiddling with the various scuffs and dents on the Crosshair's thigh armor. He can't feel it other than the light pressure, though sometimes you move enough so that you brush against the black flightsuit between the seams; And that, he can feel.

Wrecker isn't wrong in his comment- you're significantly shorter than all of them, not just him. It's a fact that often lingers in Crosshair's mind, and in a way that nearly always appealing. You always tuck perfectly against his side, a perfect little piece of peace.

It's more than a bit distracting to him, who's found himself more interested in watching your small hands wrap around your glass, more so than his own drink. Everyone's been getting sloshed tonight, but Crosshair's no longer interested in the scene.

He's much more interested in you; As you look down to see his hand fiddling with the soft fabric of your dress.

As he leans in his hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, his lips just barely grazing your skin. He's had one or two drinks, as have you, but no where near enough to get more than the tiniest buzz.

"Let's go."

You can't disagree with him. Hunter is too sloshed to really notice the way the air around you two has been getting hotter and hotter for an hour now, and that Crosshair's hand has been steadily climbing up your thigh. You don't open your legs to let him in, but you still feel the weight of his fingers as you suddenly raise your head to speak up.

"Hey, guys- I think I'm gonna head out for tonight."

Wrecker whines, and Tech bemoans the idea of the two least drunk of everyone besides himself leaving. He was hoping not to be relegated to chauffeur as he is almost every time the Batch goes out, not that he would even drink if he wasn't.

"It's been fun but, I'm getting pretty tired. I'll see you guys later." When Crosshair gets up with you and Tech glances between the two of you confused, you quickly speak up. His hand is on the small of your back, tense with the silent plea of 'hurry it up'.

"Cross is gonna take me home. I'll send him back in one piece, don't worry." It's not as if they can complain about it, as you're always turning around and leaving before they'd theoretically have a chance.

"Slow down," You joke, as the cold air outside hits you. Crosshair just looks down at you from the corner of his eyes, the music still quite loud even from all the way out here.

When you hail a taxi and step in he follows, sliding in right beside you until you're both shoulder to shoulder.

And the whole way there, Crosshair looms. His eyes linger over your form like he's hungry, a stare that's almost physically heavy on you body. You glance up at him once, raising your eyebrows.

But he remains silent; You swear you can hear his heartbeat as the taxi pulls to a stop in front of your building. You've recently moved and you almost don't recognize the place, but it's easy enough to find your way inside once you remember.

Your fingers shake as you punch in the code, feeling his chest brush against your shoulder right blade.

He's so close...

The moment that door closes and locks he is on you, and you reciprocate tenfold. Your arms wrap around his neck tight enough to almost make him need for air, just as desperate for him as he is for you as your lips press against his.

Even for as lithe as he is he still towers over you, pushing your body blindly towards your bed. He knows where it is by heart now, having stayed in your home close to as many times he's slept in the Marauder.

The blankets wrinkle around your form, legs dangling off the edge as he roughly pushes you down only to follow right behind, body looming over yours. Everything here is so soft; Your blankets, your bed, your skin. Crosshair sometimes feels like he doesn't belong, but in the end, he doesn't care.

"You wore this on purpose, didn't you."

He's mentioned this outfit before; It was one that for some reason managed to rev his engine more than anything else you've worn. Maybe it's the red and black, maybe it's the way it lays on your body. Either way, you'd almost totally forgotten he had that reaction to it until right now, as he's busy trying to tear it off you. In a frantic effort you assist, kicking off your shoes and anything else that attempts to get in the way.

"It's not my fault you can't control yourself," You say, feeling his body lay against yours as he unclothes himself.

"Tch," You feel the heat of his cock against your thigh. "Watch your mouth."

Funny how it doesn't sound nearly as mean as that usually would've. You feel the way his cock grinds against you, slick as he slips along your folds.

He pulls away enough so that he can sit on the bed, pulling you towards him the moment he's able.

Your bottom sits the in the dip between his legs, wrapping around his hips. It's almost hard to see his face at this angle, having to lean back just a bit in order to. You also have to as you lift yourself just far enough away to slip a hand between your bodies, guiding his cock as you slowly but surely sink onto him. You can hear him grit his teeth and hiss through them, hands tight on the soft meat of your thighs.

The noise you let out is soft, almost like a breathless sigh as he fully sinks inside of you. Crosshair feels his neck tighten at the sound of it, how cute it is.

But then again you always look cute; The way you get surrounded by his shadow and look up at him, face squished and feeling hot as you bounce on his cock.

Your chest brushes against his, arms wrapping around his neck.

Even sitting in his lap he's taller than you, feeling his hands tightly grip the soft flesh of your waist. Your legs are tight around his hips, and he can feel your hot breath against his skin.

You grip him, nails digging into his shoulders like he's your only weight to this world, cunt tightening around him. Your skin feels like it's on fire, heart pounding in your chest.

When you finally come down from your high you feel Crosshair's hands on your waist, that had for awhile now been partly helping you keep upright. He's so quite sometimes that you can barely tell how he's feeling, that he's finished inside of you but manage to swallow his own moans enough so that you barely even heard it. He liked the sounds of yours more anyways.

Feeling the heat of your cheek as you brush your palm over it, you're glad you left one window open. The chilled breeze is quickly cooling your skin, and the fresh air is keeping your mind from completely fogging over.

"Can you stay the night?"

It's less so an invitation for another round- though you'd absolutely not complain if that turned out to be the case- and more so wondering if you'll be able to steal a rare moment with him. It's not often you get to fall asleep with him, let alone wake up.

Tech is his brothers sober guide as always; He can deal with his brothers while he steals a rare moment for himself.

"Not like they can't reach me if they need me." You'll take that as a positive response, feeling your body slowly lift off of him.

Crosshair often sleeps on his stomach, and as he turns to do so you can see the red, burning lines your nails left on his shoulders and back; And while he's never complained and if anything, seems to enjoy it, you still feel bad for hurting him.

This time you don't comment on them however, instead moving closer enough that he wraps an arm around your waist. Whatever way you sleep the two of you always find a way to tangle together, feeling his warm body against yours in the now cool air of your bedroom.

You think you hear him say something, but you're too close to sleep and it's too quiet for you to hear, as you finally drift off.

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

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

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

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

Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader

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

-Hey. You busy?

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

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

-Come here and help deal with Crosshair.

Since when did you become the resident sniper tamer?

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

-On my way.

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

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

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

"Flashbang." Oh no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck off."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

Hi, I love your work! I was wondering if you could please do a kind of part 2 to the Crosshair breeding kink where he comes back to find her pregnant, if you’re comfortable with that? Thanks!

Part 1 (not a must read, but I reference a few things)

Author's Note: I actually had some random ideas floating around in my mind palace for this sort of thing, so you came by at the perfect time. Time to expand on this idea! I really struggled at the end and I'm not totally pleased with it but I hope you enjoy none the less.

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Actual pregnancy, Morning sickness, Tokophobia warning (trying to get hit by people's blacklist just in case they don't like this sort of thing), Feels, Fluff, Too fluffy for crosshair? maybe but eh lets have fun

It's been over a month now, since he broke into your apartment. You've gotten a few days here and there together in-between since, but now has been the longest gap.

It must be a rough one, as you've barely heard a word from him since he was sent off this time.

A lack of communication from him while he's deployed isn't unusual, nor unexpected. Sometimes he's too far away, sometimes they have strict orders for all comm equipment to stay off; Sometimes he just isn't in the mood. But either way, you know things are hectic out there.

Though sometimes you'll get one single message, just enough to know he's ok. It helps soothe your nerves, and Crosshair is a creature of habit; He hates breaking the system you've had for awhile now.

But even if you knew what you signed up for with this, you still wish he was here.

Especially right now as you standing staring in the bathroom mirror, glossing over that you look so much more tired than usual before looking down at the countertop.

Seven different tests lay out on your bathroom counter, all telling you the exact same thing. Your calendar tells you the same answer, but in a more subtle way. No matter how many more ways you try to frame it, the picture is always going to come out looking the same.

You're pregnant.

You hold a fruit in your hand, still cold to the touch and take a bite. It's crisp and tart, frigid against your teeth. It's been the only thing you've been able to eat all day, without throwing it up a short while later.

Every single thing you do points to the exact same conclusion, no matter how much it twists your gut. Or maybe it's your condition twisting your gut; Perhaps both. You take another bite of the fruit in your hand, and leave the refresher to go sit down on your bed. It's an overbearing silence, staring at the ground about a meter ahead of your feet as your lips purse tight.

You're not nearly as shocked by the revelation as you thought you might've been. Or as off put. The idea has never been out of the question, and it wasn't as if you and Crosshair had exactly been playing it safe.

Speaking of him... You wonder what he's going to think about all of this.

You know he likes you, said that he loves you in almost every meaning of the word; But does it include this? It's never been off the table for you, whenever you thought about your future.

You know it wouldn't be easy. The throws of the fury from Separatist aligned planets are still taxing on the clones, and it likely will be for a long while. This war won't end instantly, at least not traditionally.

You left all that garbage on the counter, and with a soft sigh you slide off the bed and go to throw it all away. Gathering them up, you throw them in the trash; They fulfilled their purpose, gave you the answer you needed.

You hope Crosshair comes back to you soon.

Crosshair's eyes glance towards a shockingly bright neon sign he passes on the way to your apartment, and sees the current time towards the bottom.

04:45.

Even if it's the technically the dead of night, Coruscant is always bustling, just a little less than usual. He isn't a stranger to taking respite in ungodly hours, though now more often with you than being completely alone.

You'd given him the code to your place because of it, so he could enter no matter what time of night he managed to steal for himself. You'll surely be asleep, so he'll have to be quiet. Not too much so, he'd rather you not think he's breaking in again. It was amusing in hindsight, but he isn't eager to have you pointing a blaster at him again.

No one is around in the hall to see him punch the code in and hear the soft hiss of your door slide open, before he slips inside and closes it behind him.

It seems he won't need to be quiet this time around however, as he sees you still awake curled up on your couch with a few different snacks and an array of other things, tight in a blanket. Almost all the lights are off, but there's still a soft glow to the room.

"Sick?" He says, as you've already turned towards him when the door opened.

"Cross!"

You stumble and fight the blanket to escape and rush over to him, it still around your shoulders as you hug him. He stiffens; A habit that he's yet to break. But when his body finally relaxes just a bit, you look up at him as his hand shifts around the handle of his rifle case. He'll never let it leave his sight. His face is largely the same neutral expression, but you can see by the way that his eyes are darting across your face that he seems almost confused. At your actions, more than likely.

"You spammed my datapad." You nod.

"And Tech's." Guilty.

"I, had something to tell you." You've been waiting for days now since you'd found it, sitting in limbo overthinking. You feel nauseous, and it's hard to tell if it's nerves or the morning sickness. It's more than likely both, which doesn't help matters in the slightest.

"That important?" He says walking towards your bedroom, following you past the door. Sitting down on the edge of the bed you look up and over at him, giving a good look over.

Even if he's a good and hiding his emotions, you can tell that he is beat; The dark circles under his eyes are more intense and you can see the exhaustion in his eyes. He sits his rifle case on the ground at the end of your bed but still in sight.

Crosshair prides himself on his patience when it comes to his ability to stake out a target; But it's still gnawing at him seeing you trying to figure out what to say or how to say it.

"I," You stop for a moment, adjusting the blanket around your body. It's so cold tonight, though it's partly caused by you opening the windows for some fresh air.

"I'm pregnant, Cross."

You've seen a lot of emotions subtly cross his face over all the time you've known him, but his genuine surprise is a new one. It's still subtle, but the way his lips just barely pull apart and his eyes widen cue you in. But he doesn't say anything. You can tell he's thinking, and you want to know what it is.

"Say something?" You purse your lips, feeling your tight throat. "I know it's, probably not what you wanted to hear after coming back but-" Crosshair lets out a soft 'tch'.

"What; You think I'd just bail?" You look up at Crosshair, tensing. Part of you almost wants to get a bit angry at his tone, but you're too tired for it.

"I didn't know. You're... Not exactly an open book, Cross." You make a vague gesture towards the side of your head.

“And there’s a lot going on up here. I've barely eaten anything in days, and when I dropped my hair tie this morning I cried for almost half an hour.” You notice his eyebrows raise, and he seems displeased at what you've said.

"Days?" You nod.

"Just some fruit I had lying around. Everything else is just disgusting." That explains the compete mess of food across your beside table; Trying to find something to eat. When he asks if there's something you want, you look up at him and shake your head.

You can tell he's thinking, but is keeping it all locked inside his head. You hate that he does it, but you'll pry it all out of him in the morning. There's still so much more that needs answering but five in the morning isn't the time for it.

And more than anything, you just want to hold onto him now that you have him back in arms reach again.

"Nah. I can't eat anymore today. Don't feel like it." He jerks his head forward, in the direction of the bed you're sitting on.

"Get in. It's too fucking late to be awake." He puts his helmet down, before taking off his armor piece by piece going upward. Every part gets laid out meticulously in front of his rifle case, and it's all in sight no matter where in the room he goes. When he's finished and only in his body glove, you're under the blankets and quietly watching him. he changes from it and into a few casual clothes he has stored in your closet; That are far more comfortable than his GAR approved blacks.

Afterwards he slip in beside you, and assumes the same way you always sleep together; With him pulling your back against his chest, his chin on the top of your head. If you don't start in this position, you'll always end up this way by the morning. It feels particularly nice right now, to be able to touch him; Have him right here. You missed him, and Crosshair is far too clingy to not feel at least marginally the same.

But he's more quiet than usual, and you can only equate it with him still thinking. Tomorrow you'll have an actual conversation about this. No one should be talking this emotionally when they haven't slept and the sun is about to rise.

The gentle sounds of air taxis speeding through the skyway outside make a gentle hum, along with the sound of the climate controls you'd cranked down to almost freezing thanks to the nausea making you feel so hot. Crosshair is a massive heat leech, so he's surely not enjoying how cold you've made the room. At least he has your heated body to keep him comfortable.

But as time passes and the sky is just starting to brighten, you feel him adjust a bit, and it wakes you up from that foggy space between awake and asleep. Your eyes stay closed, but you can feel his chest against your back move, before the arm that was wrapped around your ribs gently pulls away and moves to your belly instead. He's at least somewhat awake, despite being so tired.

He must think you're asleep. You can feel the way his hand drifts all the way down from your ribs, down to right below your belly button, then up again. It's a conscious motion, one that he keeps silently doing.

You're only guess is that he's feeling for something that can't be felt quite yet, or imaging what it will be like when it is.

The soft motion makes your gut churn a little bit less about his thoughts, deciding to get some more well needed sleep as your legs tangle with his own.

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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!!

Ahh your writing is so wonderful! I have a request for Crosshair x F!Reader for “I’m not letting you out of my sight”

Like they both have a secret crush on each other but they are at a bar and Crosshair sees someone try to hit on you and he gets sexy possessive jealous?? 🫢🤌 NSFW is ok! 😈

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Ohhhh I love me some possessive tropes... Lets get it on~ I might come back and touch this one up a bit since i'm not totallyyyy happy with the way things flow, but I really wanted to write and post some naughty Crosshair; I've been doing so much fluff

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mild instances of a stranger being a little pushy flirty, Semi-public sex, Slightly rough sex, It's crosshair so any sort of emotional communication is awful, Unprotected sex

This bar is, shady. To put it lightly.

It could be worse, but it's very clear that this is the bar to go to when one is finished with some less than savory business, or you're persona non grata everywhere else.

But as such, it's also the only bar in this dank, dreary city that'll serve clones, so it's not as if you are all swimming in options. Of course you all finally get some shore leave, and it's on this sunken heap of a planet. The whole place smells like smog; Like some of the lowest, darkest levels of Coruscant.

The rest of the Batch is all late- held up by some repairs on the Marauder that needed immediate attention and multiple sets of hands. They encouraged you to head on without them and that they'd been done quickly, and Crosshair had decided to follow you.

You might normally have told him to stay and help them, but now that you're here, a part of you is a little bit glad that he didn't stay behind. He's a nice anchor point, as otherwise you'd be totally alone in a completely new place. A bar no less, one that doesn't seem exactly used to people like you and Crosshair inside of it.

"You look like a fish outta water, girlie."

You're not against petnames and nicknames, the Batch and most people you know rarely call you by your name anyways, but you're not a fan the way this bartender says it.

You also aren't fond of the way he's acting as if Crosshair doesn't exist, though he more than lets himself be known on the barstool right next to you as you respond.

"Just waiting for some friends," You respond. He fills someone's glass full of an unfamiliar and strong smelling liquor that burns your nose, giving it to them before looking back.

"Not more clones, I hope."

Crosshair speaks up, his eyebrows raised and shoulders firmly set. You'd say he's trying to seem intimidating and unfriendly, but that would imply it wasn't working.

"A problem?" The bartender makes a nonchalant noise in his throat and continues to serve some of the more demanding, drunker customers surrounding the two of you.

"Not if you're all payin'." Even if the answer isn't as negative as you would've expected, Crosshair is still less than pleased. The man looks at you, failing to give Crosshair even more than a wayward glance as he speaks.

"Didn't think a chick looking like you would spend time with that kinda lot."

Your face curls into a bit of a grimace, even as the shout of another patron beings the bartender's attention elsewhere. But even as he's gone off you can still feel how testy Crosshair is, as if the air around him is almost electric. You glance towards the front door for what feels like the millionth time and still, no sign of the rest- so you lean in towards him and whisper.

"Crosshair, relax. Go splash some water on your face or something."

Sure this isn't the most comfortable scenario, but you could do without him snorting fire every which way. You can shove off someone being a little bit skeevy without his help.

Instead of calming down however he snaps right back at you, his lips as tight as his brow when he spits out a response.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight. I see the way everyone's looking at you."

You don't know what part to focus on; The fact that he's noticed some less than appropriate stares happening behind you that you hadn't, or that he's openly admitted to keeping such a keen eye out for you. You tuck a chunk of hair behind your ear and look around.

Part of you is a a bit hungry, but you'll probably end up just eating some of the rations back at the Marauder, at this point. Especially if the others plan on taking even longer, glancing towards the entrance with pursed lips.

"Still waitin?" He's back, and you can feel Crosshair bristle just as you stretch a thin smile and nod.

"I'm sure one of the guys 'round here could show ya a better time than this." He's smiling, and you don't know in what way he means 'better', but innuendo or not it's not a deal you're going to take him up on. Crosshair seems to agree, beginning to hiss something from between his teeth.

"How about y-" "I'm taken. No thanks."

Crosshair stops speaking, and looks over at you. The bartender shrugs. When he looks at the sniper beside you and clearly presumes you're both together, you don't correct him.

It fits with the narrative and, you wouldn't mind roleplaying Crosshair being your lover for just a moment. It's almost hard to remember when you'd first fallen for him, but you've yet to speak anything about it to a single soul.

"Shame. Worth a shot."

He seems to at least get the hint, and turns around to go about some more of his business. Your shoulders relax a bit knowing that you don't have to deal with any of that anymore, leaning back. When you look over at Crosshair however, he's looking off in no particular direction, clearly lost in thought.

"Cross?" You're one of the few people that can get away with calling him any sort of nickname, raising your eyebrows as you look at him and raise a hand to touch his shoulder. When he turns his face is firm set, and you feel your face get hotter under his stare. His eyes have always been intense, but it feels like he's almost staring into you, instead of at you. It's making your heart beat a little faster, heat going to your neck as his eyes flicker around your face thinking things you don't even have a chance at guessing.

Suddenly out of nowhere he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you off your barstool, walking in the direction to the back of the bar. When you attempt to ask him why, he doesn't answer.

There seems to be only a storage closet and a refresher back here, alongside the backdoor into presumably With one fell swoop he opens the refresher door and pushes you in, closing and locking it behind him.

"Crosshair! What are y-"

His lips press against yours before you can say anymore, feeling the small of your back press against the countertop. They feel surprisingly cool against your own, your still open eyes having barely caught the way his are squeezed shut.

You've had a thing for Crosshair for the longest time, and while there's far better ways in the galaxy to confess to someone that you don't hate them, you aren't going to look a gift kybuck in the mouth. Not when Crosshair is so impossible to read, how he really feels is usually seven layers deep.

It takes you more than a moment to get over the overwhelming sense of surprise and actually reciprocate, instead of standing frozen like a statue. You can feel the gentle ghosting of his breath across your face, the aggressiveness he'd had at the beginning of the kiss fading away to be almost lovingly gentle. His lips move slowly with yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he pulls away.

"Why'd you let him assume I was your date."

It sounds like there should be another half of that sentence, but Crosshair doesn't say it.

"I thought you wouldn't mind, as long as it got him to stop talking." He keeps stepping closer in this tiny closet of a room, and so you hop up onto the countertop and part your thighs enough to let him in. It's never exactly been a secret that you've thought about this, and finally being able to indulge in him has your hands grasping his shoulders so tight he'd have to wrench them off to get away.

"I didn't think a random bartender would make you so upset. Why’d you never tell me you were jealous?" You say, before his lips quiet you again. When he pulls them away with a soft 'pop' you can't help but trail after them, more drunk off of him that any sort of liquor you could get at the bar. He's feeling the same, judging by the fact that his pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the dark brown of his eyes.

"I told you, I didn't like how he was looking at you." It's not the first time Crosshair has pulled a stunt like that, but you normally thought it was because he found any sort of flirting in his vicinity annoying. Not that he liked you that much. It's not as if you can blame yourself- as Crosshair is just that hard to read.

“I didn’t think it mattered to you that much,” You say, illuding to the fact that he’s never given you so much as a hint that he might feel some way about you. He doesn’t formally respond, but you think you might’ve barely utter something along the lines of ‘it does’ against your skin.

Body tangled with yours the way his hands clamp around your hips is like a vice, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and underwear. When he pulled off his glove you don't remember, but so much has happened so fast it's almost a blur. They brush along your outer lips and instantly the sensation makes you tighten around nothing, already anticipating them slipping inside of you. The way your cunt is already wet enough to soak his fingers isn't lost on him, nor is the way make a noise loud enough that you feel the need to bite your lip and try to silence it. His fingers slip between your folds and brush against your clit, thighs tightening around him as your hips twitch towards him. The sensation already feels intense, silently begging for more.

The room is tiny and stuffy, if you stretched your foot out you could probably almost brush against the opposite wall, but every sound bounces off of it and fills your ears. The soft rustling of clothing and harsh breathing, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt pace limited by the fabric of your bottoms. Your body warms and stretches around him, wetness slick over his hands and staining the fabric of your underwear.

He only stops when your own hands start grasping at the front of your pants and impede him, trying to finagle them off. Slick hand pulling from where it'd been cupped around your pussy, he helps pull them off in one fell swoop, pants and underwear dangling by only your left ankle.

He'd not taken a piece of armor off when you had all arrived earlier, coming here in his full kit minus helmet. As such he's peeling away the only piece that offers resistance to his goal, it coming undone and falling to the floor as the fabric of his blacks gets awkwardly torn aside. Only then can you suddenly feel the heat of his cock against your thigh, heavy and hard as he pulls you close enough to the edge that he can grind it against your cunt. There's a quiet groan he lets out through his teeth while moving against you, wanting to just sink himself in you. His hot breath fans over your face, your arms tight around his neck and thighs squeezing his hips.

You're desperate- hot and wanting not in a mood to play around in some dirty dimly lit refresher, hand slipping between your bodies and almost forcing his out, guiding his cock to press against your entrance.

Fuck, you've thought about this. Far too many times. Crosshair has too but, it's only tonight that he's finally breached the awkward air that always hung between you two. When your hand returns to his shoulder he's already sinking himself in you, burying to the hilt as your body feels almost unbelievably tight and soft around him.

"You're gonna rip holes in it," Crosshair mumbles against your skin, slyly referencing the way your nails and digging into the fabric of his bodyglove in the small spaces your managed to sneak in.

You might've considered spitting some sort of demand from him, but instead you push your hips closer to his own, listening to him groan in your ear as he drives his cock deeper into you.

It's all awkward and clumsy, an unfavorable spot that's completely spur of the moment. Then again a lot of the things you end up doing with Crosshair are spur of the moment, like midnight runs for food or running off to the middle of nowhere for some quiet, so perhaps this confession is just par for the course.

He's rough and unforgiving, frantic nose pressed against your face as he deepens your kiss. His armor keeps brushing against your bare skin as he thrusts into you, rough and unyielding against your soft meat of your thighs. It's a bit uncomfortable, but any thought of him removing it involves him having to stop fucking you- stop having his hands clench your hips so tight you think he'll leave little bruises as he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.

"Then throw it out. I'll get you a new one if I do." Slowly his lips drift to the corner of your mouth, before down your jawline to your neck before he responds.

"I'd keep it." His kisses are rough; Not rough enough to leave a mark, but you wouldn't mind if they did.

If you ever had any concern of someone noticing your absence it's long gone, skin hot to the touch in any spot it's exposed as Crosshair pulls you harder onto him. His cock keeps brushing against every soft, sensitive nerve and muscle, making you gasp and your toes curl in your boots.

It's all so much; Your stomach turning and twisting as every single thrust of his hips and brushing of his teeth on your skin fulfils and thirst you'd had for ages.

Your legs wrap around his hips ever tighter, as you cum and bite your lip enough to leave dents. Your ankles lock and have him trapped close to you, snug deeply against and inside of you so much so that he can barely move.

Maybe it's that feeling of closeness, or maybe he's just been barely holding on this whole time and your cunt clenching tight around him is what does him in, but it isn't to long later before you can feel his nails digging into the skin of your thighs, cumming inside of you with a hiss through his teeth.

The countertop feels cold against the back of your thighs, but your body is running so hot; Skin flush and nearly boiling underneath the clothing you still have on. It's all a wreck too, bunched in odd places and wrinkled. Not that it matters, in the long run.

Your legs flop limp away from him, and he leans back enough that his cock pulls out of you, as he quietly catches his breath. The insides of your thighs are slick and feel a mess, and you can feel the way his cum leaks out of you and onto the countertop.

Your legs feel like absolute mush; There's no way you'd be able to walk at the moment. Thankfully you don't need to, as your chest gently rises and falls with each caught breath.

"Warn a girl next time you're going to take her for a ride like that, yeah?" You joke, hoping to soften him up a bit. Crosshair is alway so aloof, no matter what the situation.

"You want a next time?" You glance up at him and see his softened eyebrows and tiny crook of his lips- he's clearly teasing you. It still makes you doubt for just a moment, however.

"Do you?" His face is close enough that you could tug him in for a kiss if you wanted, your hands now more gently just laying on the crook of his neck.

"Yes."

You'll stipulate that you'll be wanting a date first, but you can barter later.

Sliding off the counter with now steady legs you clean yourself and the refresher up to a presentable state and follow him out, thankfully not bumping into any unfortunate souls along the way. The worst thing imaginable, that would be.

But once you enter the main bar area again, it's not long before you notice the rest of the Batch, all standing around waiting. Echo is the first one to turn and notice you and his brother heading towards them, tilting his head.

"Where were you two?" Echo speaks up, raising his eyebrows. Instead of answering, Crosshair instead flips the question.

"Where were you? We've been waiting."

You were doing a little more than waiting it seems, having a silent conversation with Hunter as his eyes are on you. And, they look a little surprised. Any longer and he might just get keen, so you quickly invent a reason to leave them behind.

"I think me and Cross are gonna head back to the ship. We've had our fill of this place for tonight." They look about to speak up, but Hunter cuts off any objections.

"Be careful on the walk back, you two."

The two of you take your leave, the rest of the batch getting to have their night of fun while you two head back. The air outside is brisk but not enough to shiver, adjusting your clothes as the wind blows them awkwardly. Crosshair keeps exact pace with you, walking quite close- almost shoulder to shoulder.

"How long do you think they're gonna spend drinking?" You casually look up at him, swaying a little to the side while you walk and almost bumping into him.

"A while," He says, before glancing down at you with no shortage of suspicion. "Why?" You shrug.

"No reason."

Sierramist at it again with their wonderful writing!

Crosshair x s/o reader

Part 2 of current series

Sereno: It's been a week since you have been shrunk ,and your trying to relax with your lover.

Your sitting on your lovers pillow on his bunk and just lying down trying to relax after this frantic week that you have had. From Crosshair trying to tell Tech not to go too far with the experiments trying to get you back to normal. All the way trying to get used to being this size. Overall it was the hardest for you to get used to your lover being 100x your size.

Crosshair is in the cot room playing sabacc with Hunter and Wrecker in the cockpit playing sabacc. When suddenly out of Crosshair hears Tech yell over to brace themselves or something like because he's going to have to fly through an asteroid belt. Not thinking much of it Crosshair goes back to his game of sabacc with the others.

Y/n can hear tidbits of the conversation from your spot, but you freeze when you hear Crosshair say, " they are so damn annoying being so tiny". You feel your pang in your heart knowing that that's what your lover thought of you.

Crosshair soon finishes his game of sabacc. He gets up and leaves the cockpit headed to his quarters where you are. Once he arrives he sees you on his pillow sobbing.

You see your boyfriend Crosshair come in and you freeze, not wanting him to see you cry like this. Though all a sudden to your suprise he picks you up and holds you against his chest. You hear your lover Crosshair say in a soft voice that's only reserved for you,"what's wrong kitten?". You freeze and say through tears, " I'm sorry that I'm so annoying being this small."

Crosshair felt awful that his lover y/n was crying because of him. He says in a soft voice, "I wasn't talking about your physical size I was talk about all the size jokes you have been making about me lately." Crosshair then leans down and kisses your head once you've calmed down. The two of your stay cuddled up together for the rest of the night.

The Bad Batch + NightSister!reader

You are one of the survivors of the cleansing on Dathomir and now you are on a journey. It is not surprising that on your way you meet different living beings, including clones.

Thanks to your acquaintance with Sid, she offered you as a help for some clones that call themselves a Bad Batch. It's a strange name.

Among these clones was a little girl who turned out to be fascinated by your appearance and asked so many questions, but…You didn't hate her. Omega, that's how she introduced herself. A charming child. But soon you were able to meet others.

Hunter:

The leader of these clones. Strangely, he was much shorter than the others. Although it's not weird, it's funny. Judging by the way he behaved, he fully corresponded to his name. Mysterious, strong, as if like the personification of a real man in a good way.

Wrecker:

The noisiest among them and the biggest. When he saw you, he tried to flirt clumsily and show how strong he was. It seemed that he was in the truest sense of the word, a child in the body of an adult man. You didn't know much about clones and their biology, so there were a lot of questions.

Echo:

The quiet one. He stands somewhere next to everyone else and is mostly silent. The interesting thing is that you saw that he is half human and half made of metal. Who is he? A droid? There were only more questions.

Tech:

And this miracle in goggles is a walking encyclopedia. Listening to him, you had to strain your brain a lot and think about everything he was saying. There is too much terminology and dry analytics. And he talked too much, telling you a few facts about Dathomir. You wanted to interrupt him, but it was pretty hard to do.

& Crosshair:

There is too much concentration of mockery and sarcasm in front of others. On the one hand, he looked more severe, but at the same time, he did not waste a moment and tried to be charming. It was not very usual for any man to openly flirt and not restrain himself.

Hello there! I love all your posts so much, and I was wondering... how would the Bad Batch react if the female reader asked to paint their nails? I think Crosshair would either be irritated, or ask for black!

Please and thank you! :)

Hi! Thanks for the request! I think it would be like this:

Hunter:

He can't refuse you such a request, because it makes you so happy. Therefore, he will sit patiently and observe the whole process. And when you finish painting his nails, he will definitely praise your work. You've tried so hard.

Echo:

At first, he will think that he heard something. But he saw the seriousness of your intentions. At first, he will hesitate for a while, but still agree. — I will do everything in the best possible way! Echo will only smile and extend a healthy hand.

Wrecker:

He likes your idea. He agrees to everything, you can do whatever you want with him. Do you want to paint it red? You are welcome. He will even offer some options himself.

Tech:

He'll be a little confused by your request. But who is he to refuse? Of course, he will start lecturing about the importance of taking care of your nails. In his case, this is not surprising at all.

Crosshair:

What kind of stupid ideas are being born in your head? Why would he paint his nails? Absolute stupidity. At first he will refuse this idea, but after seeing how upset you were by his refusal, after a while he agreed. — But only black! — Whatever you say!

boobies support [ The Bad Batch x reader]

i am SO sorry :D

summary: your lover had a bad day, so you decided to support him in an unusual way. His head was resting on your chest.

Hunter:

Hunter was so surprised that he couldn't say anything about your action. He had not expected this at all. — Get some rest, dear, you're too tired today. The man looked shyly into your eyes. — No need to say anything, just rest.

Echo:

This poor boy didn't know what to do with it. He was very embarrassed by such a display of care for him. You heard him breathing heavily. — Echo, it's all right, honey. I just want to support you. You're tired and you need to rest. Are you comfortable? — Y-yes, thank you…

Wrecker:

He was only glad of it, although at first he was a little embarrassed. — So soft... He relaxed a lot and was all yours. He felt so good that he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. — Crosshair will be jealous of me. You both started laughing.

Tech:

He immediately stopped saying his conclusions. You noticed how he blushed a little. Before telling you his opinion, he coughed and adjusted his goggles. — This is a very unusual solution to problems. But…I like the softness of your chest. — he coughed again. — That's not what I meant. You just smiled at him. — Rest, dear.

Crosshair:

He likes your attention. But when you did he was surprised. Did you do it on your own? Did someone tell you that? — Very unlike you, kitten. You looked at him. — Why? I just see that you are very tired today and decided to support you. Rest up, grumpy.

Do another part but with other clones?

TBB + thigh chain

Hunter:

He immediately noticed this chain, but it only made him smile. If you like wearing that, then he can't say no. — Butterflies? That's very beautiful. He saw how happy you were that he liked the chain. — I have a few more of these! Want me to show you? — Sure.

Echo:

The poor boy didn't know what to do because he was very confused when he saw it. You noticed his reaction. — Don't you like the chain? I can take it off… — N-no! It suits you very well! Really! It's just the first time I've seen this.. But you look great!

Wrecker:

This big guy was delighted with this chain. He just sat down at your feet, which allowed him to look at your jewelry. — It's very beautiful! Do you have any more of these? — Yes! — Show me!

Tech:

You didn't even hope that he would notice the changes in your appearance at all. But you decided to try to show him the chain. "Well, I can't put my leg in front of his face, can I?" But you didn't have to do it. He lifted your leg slightly to see the chain. His action made you blush a lot. — Hmm, this is an unusual design decision but I don't quite understand why this is done. I would be glad to hear your opinion on this matter.

Crosshair:

You can't hide from his gaze, he notices the smallest changes in your appearance. And now he is staring intently at this chain. — Were you trying to seduce me with this? If so, then you succeeded. — What? No! I just tried it on! I have the same chain but with snakes! You noticed how interested he was in this. — You know, kitten, your legs look best when they're on my shoulders. — Idiot!

The Bad Batch + f!reader

You are being pursued by an annoying fan and you are asking for help from clones 99.

(if you not okay with this, don't read plz)

Hunter:

He jumped up in surprise when you grabbed his arm. But immediately felt your fear and realized without words that you need help.

— Please pretend we're together, I'm being chased by some strange guy. And I-I'll buy you a drink or something!

— Don't worry, everything will be fine.

Oddly enough, it calmed you down and you felt completely safe next to him. When that annoying guy approached you, he met Hunter's stern gaze.

— Is she with you or something?

— Yes, she's mine. Any problems?

— No problem, man.

The guy quickly disappeared into the crowd. And you breathed a sigh of relief.

— Thank you very much. Can I buy something for you?

— Keep the credits to yourself and take care of yourself.

Echo:

— Please pretend we're together, I'm being chased by some strange guy. And I-I'll buy you a drink or something!

Echo doesn't like anyone touching him at all, but when you grabbed his hand, he felt you tremble.

— Please don't worry, ma'am. Everything will be fine.

His words immediately made it easier somehow. You looked up and looked at him. He noticed your embarrassment.

— You have beautiful facial features, Mr…

— Echo.

— Nice to meet you, Echo.

You smiled at each other and you felt so relaxed. But then that annoying guy came up to you.

— Is she with you or something?

— So it's you who dare to upset my girl here. If you don't want any problems, then leave in a good way.

The guy was taken aback by his words and decided to leave hastily.

— Thank you very much, you helped me a lot. Can I buy you a drink at least?

Echo smiled.

— I'll buy us something myself. What do you prefer?

Wrecker:

— Please pretend we're together, I'm being chased by some strange guy. And I-I'll buy you a drink or something!

Wrecker didn't mind that you were clutching his arm but he noticed that you were trembling all over and almost crying. He gave you a little hug.

— Who is this worm? Just show me.

The annoying guy, seeing you with such a big guy, didn't even dare to approach but ran away in fright.

Done! — Wreсker smiled.

— Thank you very much, you helped me a lot. Can I buy you a drink at least?

— Choose something you like, mesh'la.

— What does the last word mean? Does this mean something good?

The big guy laughed at your reaction.

— Yes, it means something good. Someday I'll tell you what it is.

Tech:

— Please pretend we're together, I'm being chased by some strange guy. And I-I'll buy you a drink or something!

At first, the Tech wanted to be indignant, but he noticed how scared you were. He put down his datapad and began to examine you.

Now you were surprised by his reaction.

— I'm not sick, sir -

His face was very close to yours, which made you blush a lot.

— You can just call me a Tech. And I'll help you. I analyzed the typical behavior of lovers and deduced for myself several examples of behavior in such a situation.

Then he put his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him.

Just at that moment, that annoying guy came up to you two.

— Is she with you or something?

— It's very rude of you to upset my girl, I invited her to this place for the purpose of fun, and you are so brazenly trying to destroy everything. Disappear if you don't want very big problems.

He made this allusion to Wrecker who was already flexing his fists.

And at first glance, he doesn't look so brutal. That fact made your heart beat faster.

Tech noticed it immediately.

— Are you sure you're okay? If such a situation happens again, then you can turn to me for help or to my brothers. You'll recognize them by their armor like mine.

— Yes, I'm fine! Thank you very much! Can I buy something for you?

— No, thanks, I'll buy it myself.

And he ordered you some goodies.

— Here! This is so that you finally come to your senses.

Crosshair:

— Please pretend we're together, I'm being chased by some strange guy. And I-I'll buy you a drink or something!

Of course, he knew that the ladies were sticking to him, but not so much. But then he noticed how you were shaking and your voice was breaking.

— Take it easy, kitten.

After that, he pulled you to him. His hands were on your waist and it made you blush.

— What is it? Are you embarrassed?

— N-Nothing! It's all right!

The annoying guy appeared next to you and you pressed hard against the Crosshair.

— Is she with you or something?

— Touch her and you're dead.

He looked at him very sternly and the guy stuttered and disappeared into the crowd of people.

— Thank you very much, you helped me a lot. Can I buy you a drink at least?

The man chuckled.

— Your kiss will be enough for me.

Can we please normalise tagging posts as character x M! Reader or character x F! Reader. Same with GN! Reader fics because I'm non binary and I can't find any good fics that I can try imagine aren't fem. No hate to people who write for a fem reader but please tag your shit accordingly