THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE FROM YOU

THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE FROM YOU

I’m late on school projects and I almost lost all my work since last year (thank God my computer is retreiving it) so I doodled the bald man

Hello! Idk if you’re still doing requests or not (I saw how busy your masterlist was looking) and was wondering if you could do some sex pollen with maybe Crosshair and a female reader?? you suffer from it and Crosshair is the only one to help you? Something like that🥺🥰 it’s okay if not! Love your work.

The Cabin*** | part (1/2)

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 5.4k

Stuck together for a mission, yourself and Crosshair find yourselves surrounded by bizzare wildlife and after he pulls a small prank, it instantly backfires as you fall victim to powerful aphrodisiacs and are overpowered by pure lust. Only Crosshair can help you now.

warnings: NSFW, minors go away, sex pollen so obviously smut ahead. Unprotected sex, pinv, dub-con, praise, dirty talk, cream pie, swearing and such. Just sex. Crosshair and reader don’t really get along well, angsty at the end with little comfort.

Masterlist 🤍

part one | part two

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Nobody could ever anticipate what happened today. Nobody could anticipate the overpowering power of such a minuscule plant and nobody could anticipate how the body of the Marksman could feel against your own.

But you experienced just that.

Rewinding back two hours ago, the two of you were walking through the wild terrain of Felucia. Primitive plants surrounded you both, creatures chittering and chirping away hidden within the trees meanwhile the two of you walked on in silence.

There was no hiding the fact you and Crosshair didn’t see eye to eye a good majority of the time but you couldn’t thank him enough for the silent treatment he was giving you. You would rather walk in silence with him, appreciating the planet around you rather than listening to him complain about, most specifically, you.

He always had the snide comments bubbling up inside him when you was near; always critiquing the way you would either bandage up Wrecker or help Tech with some technical device.

Most recently was when you was sparring with Hunter outside the ship, practicing your skills when Crosshair sat on the ramp and sniggered every time you literally went flying on your butt.

You glared up at him but controlled your temper, putting up an invisible wall to ignore him but it didn’t help as you heard him tut at you as once again, fall.

“Shut it Crosshair.” Hunter chided his brother, shooting him a disappointing look before reaching a hand to you that you gladly accepted as he hauled you up.

“Come on Hunter... she will never be up to our standard.” Crosshair stood, folding his arms over his chest as he twirled the toothpick between his lips around with his tongue, eyes gazing down at Hunter and you.

“Believe it or not Crosshair,” you spat, brushing off the dirt from your pants, “I’m not a clone nor am I an enhanced one for that matter. I wasn’t trained as a child to be skilled in combat so it’s safe to say I can figure it out on my own wether or not I’ll be up to your ‘standard’ as you put it,” you used air quotations as you spoke, eyes glaring, “so I don’t need or want your comments.”

Crosshair could only smirk at your small outburst but his smirk soon dropped as you turned, Hunter following after you but with his hand remaining on your lower back. “Whatever.” He muttered before making his way into the Marauder.

You didn’t really know how or why you ended up with Crosshair as you walked towards a supposedly abandoned settlement, making sure no separatists were around claiming it as a new base. But, Hunter thought it would be a good idea for you to spend some time together, maybe clear the air but that was most unlikely as you were both too stubborn to talk to one another.

You both came into a clearing and as Tech had suggested, it was abandoned. Small huts surrounded the perimeter of the camp, a large cabin made out of wooden panels sat in the centre. Carts were upturned, old fruit having slightly rotted littered around.

You scanned to just the right of you, a small patch of flowers catching your attention. Vibrant blue with a yellow core, swaying in the light breeze. You found yourself captivated but snapped out of it once Crosshair brushed past you, purposely nudging your shoulder. You glared at the back of his head and got back to it.

Stepping closer within the encampment, you withdrew your blaster just incase as you walked into the centre, crouching down.

Your hand hovered over the put-out firepit, checking to see if it was warm incase any other visitors had come by but you felt no heat on your palm. “Nobody’s been here recently...” you mumbled to yourself and stood back up and turned to Crosshair, watching him dive in and out of the abandoned huts, Firepuncher drawn. “You see any heat signatures?”

He shakes his head, mumbling a ‘no’ in reply.

You nodded and tapped the comm on your wrist.

“Tech, me and Crosshair are at the settlement but as you predicted there’s nothing here.” You waited for a reply, one arm folding around your waist as you looked around. Crosshair now standing to the side as he waited for the next set of instructions, placing his helmet on the ground as he shoved a toothpick into his gob.

“Good....back.....locals....” you frowned as Tech’s voice rang out but not at a clear understanding. The signal was full of static and his words kept cutting out.

“Tech, can you hear me? You keep cutting out?” You turned to Crosshair this time and a scowl instantly emits onto his face. You stuck out a hand as if to say ‘what?’, your eyes rolling as you just know that Crosshair will say something along the lines of it being your fault that the comm channel is faulty.

There was no reply from Tech and as you kept trying to reach out you got nothing in return so stopped trying altogether.

“We’ll head back.” You announced, walking the way you both came from but noticed that Crosshair didn’t even attempt to budge.

“You’re calling the shots now?”

You stopped walking and looked over at him, eyebrows knitted together. “What? You wanna stay around here when there’s nothing?” You almost mocked at him, copying his action as he places a hand on his waist as he stared across at you.

He didn’t respond, shaking his head and reached down to grab his helmet when the sound of something falling over caused you both to spin, weapons raise as a small puff of dust ascends from the ground where a plank had fallen.

“Go check it out.”

“What? Why me?” You whisper-shouted over your shoulder, not taking your eyes away from where the sound cams from.

“Because that’s an order. I am technically more superior to you so you need to follow my orders.” He responded, creeping forward in case you did actually need back up.

“Funny,” you smirk, “you say that now but was about to follow my order just a second ago.” You snort, a smile twisting onto your lips.

“Get going.” He snapped harshly, pushing his rifle against your back with a rough shove, sending you tumbling forward.

“Alright, alright.”

So, you ventured forward, your DC-17 held at a comfortable level as you surveyed the area. You couldn’t sense any initial threat, maybe it had just been a gust of wind but as you’re about to pull back you heard a strange scratching noise next to a tree, just outside of the camp.

You looked over your shoulder at Crosshair and sure enough his bucket was back on his head and had his weapon aimed towards you. You knew he had your back, despite your differences and carried on with your search.

Bracing yourself for a fight, you count to three in your head before darting round the corner of the tree, blaster pointing up then down only to find a small creature chewing on some old wood, it’s eyes wide as it looked up at you.

“You’re the one causing all the fuss, huh?” You carefully kneel down, not sensing the creature as a threat but also not wanting to risk it attacking you from quick movements.

The creature stared up at you, luminescent eyes bright and full of curiosity. It dropped the piece of bark in its mouth and scooted close to you. You hesitantly reached for your belt, grabbing the scanning device that allows you to analyse any life form or plant. As you’re about to scan it, the sound of branch crunching made the creature scarper. You moaned softly in annoyance, genuinely curious as to what the animal was, but now you won’t know.

You stood and expected to see Crosshair behind you but he was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, you circled back round the tree, trying to see if he was there but to no avail and so you called out to him.

“Crosshair?” You kept your voice at a steady level but you found yourself slowly becoming anxious as you were suddenly on your own. Had he seriously got up and left you? You had never been to this planet nor have you ever done a mission by yourself as you were usually buddied up with either Hunter or Tech.

You stop, and tried your comm again but to no avail. You groaned, rubbing your temples in aggravation and began walking back to the ship, cursing under your breath.

About to pass the flowers what you saw earlier, you found yourself tripping over something that suddenly stuck out in front of you, a small shriek emitting from your lips as you braced yourself.

Your hands slammed onto the ground to brace your fall, however, your face met the full force of the flowers you had once been so captivated by, the pollen raining down from its anthers and into your unprotected face as you roll onto your back, groaning.

You hear a chuckle from above you, the sight of Crosshairs helmet coming into view as you stared up at him through now hazy eyes.

“Should always be wary of your surroundings Y/N.” he retorted, turning his back on you before continuing down the path you came. He stopped however when he didn’t hear a snide comment or even the sounds of your footsteps behind him.

He turns back around, rolling his eyes under his helmet at the sight of you on all fours, facing the ground as you began to wheeze uncontrollably. “Come on, you didn’t fall that hard.”

You didn’t move towards him. Your whole body went stiff, bones tight and aching within you. Your skin began to burn and an uncontrollably heat hit right at your core.

Crosshair stared at you still, now growing annoyed before coming closer but that’s when he saw your nails dig into the dirt below you and heard your ragged breath.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” Crosshair crouched down in front of you, growing concerned although his voice didn’t show it. “Get up.”

“Can’t.” Your voice came out weak and hoarse, your eyes screwing shut as you tired to push away the onslaught of lust that was now trying to take over. What was happening to you and why did it hurt so bad?

Crosshair growled under his breath and reached to take a hold of you, his hand landing on your underarm to hoist you back to your feet but was shocked to hear you whimper at his touch.

“What’s gotten into you? Look at me.” He snapped but before you could move hour head, his fingers took a hold of your chin and tilted your head up that’s when he saw the seriousness of the situation. Your eyes were wild, a sight he had never seen before. They were glowing brighter than before, pupils fully dilated and the whites of your eyes were tingling red.

“The… pollen… it went on me.” You said breathlessly, staring up at the trooper you found yourself finding more and more desirable at every passing second despite his face being covered.

Crosshair stared at where you fell, noticing the flowers that he caught you looking at before were withered and grey. As if there was no indication of them ever being alive. He let go of you, regretting it as your knees crumbled beneath you and slamming onto the floor before swiping for the scanning device and holding it over the withered flowers.

He read the details quickly but there was only one word that stuck out to him: Aphrodisiacs.

Ignoring your whimpering form, Crosshair was straight on the comm channel to signal the others but it was no use, there was no signal. The trees that surrounded the area could very well be the reason as to why the frequency didn’t work.

“What is… it?” You croaked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “It burns.” You hiss, pulling on the collar of your blacks as you begin to sweat disgustingly.

Crosshair grabs you, and pulls you to your feet once again. Securing a hand around you waist he says, ‘nothing good, come on’ and leads you towards the cabin, kicking the door open and closing it behind you both.

“Sit here.” He instructs sternly, placing you on top of a wooden table as no chairs were available.

With the scanner still in his grasp, he reads the key elements on what is to be done to get rid of the pain. Meanwhile, you sat on the table and couldn’t help yourself as you pulled the top part of your blacks off, leaving you in your bra as the heat becomes uncontrollable at this point. Beads of sweat dripped down your neck, glistening against your skin from the small beams of light that transcends through the cracks in the boarded up windows. “Crosshair… water… please.” You begged.

He looks up at the sound of your voice but certain wasn’t expecting you to be missing half of your clothes. His mouth slack behind his helmet at the sight of your cleavage, cursing himself to think of you in such circumstances. He shakes his head and grabs his canteen before throwing it to you.

Unscrewing the cap, you doused yourself in the cool liquid, letting it run down your body before tipping it into your mouth, gasping for air once you pull it away.

You leaned back on the table, your hands coming up and tugging at your hair as your legs tightly bound together, trying to subdue the ever growing throbbing feeling that was emerging between your legs. Tears were brimming in the corners of your eyes, back arching as you let out a low moan. “It burns.”

“I know, I know. Listen,” Crosshair steps closer to you, shutting the scanner off. “You need to finish yourself off. It’ll take it away.” He said bluntly as he watched you writhe on the table, feeling completely useless for once.

“What- agh – what do you mean?” You whimper, hungry eyes now staring up at him, your hands coming down from your hair and gripping onto the table as if your life depended on it.

“You know what aphrodisiacs are, right? You’re sexually agitated. I’ll, uh,” he nods his head towards the door of the cabin, “I’ll just be out there… give you your privacy.” He mumbled, the back of his neck starting to sweat as he scanned your blown eyes.

He begins to move away, lifting his helmet back onto his head but froze as your hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, his head snapping back in your direction. “Don’t go!” You squeaked, the touch of Crosshairs wrist felt like it sent another sudden shockwave through your body and straight to your throbbing cunt. “S-stay.” You hiss, eyes closing.

“I can’t.” He shook his head, mouth salivating at the thought of being in the same room as you as you masturbated yourself into relief.

“You, fuck, you can! Gods Crosshair it hurts – help me.” You whimper, not even realising your hand that wasn’t holding Crosshair had moved between your legs, rubbing over your clothed sex.

“I…” his eyes drifted down to your hand, rubbing frantically over your pants as you let out soft moans. He could see the wetness that you were emitting from where he stood, seeping through your pants. “Maker.” He breathed silently at the sight.

“Touch me Crosshair… I need, I need you to touch me. Make me feel good. Stop this pain please.”

Your words kept repeating in his mind, yet he made no indication to touch you or even retreat. He watched as your chest heaved, your breaths exasperated as you begged him. Your eyes had opened once more and stared up at him through his visor.

He had spent so many days teasing you relentlessly, getting under your skin as your reactions satisfies him to no ends. But now, he watched you squirm from something that was his fault, it was never intentional and he truly felt awful for the first time in a long time. He listened to you moan his name as you touched yourself, his length suddenly aching behind his codpiece. You weren’t friends , Crosshair didn’t think he really had any aside from his brothers so how could he live with you knowing this is what he has done to you but could also be the reason for your release?

He lets out a shaken breath. “Are you sure you want me to help you?”

“P-please,” your grip on him tightened, gently tugging him closer to you so his thighs hit against the table, “need you to fuck this out of me.”

Crosshair wasted no time in removing his armour, the sudden urge to be inside you felt so wrong but if it’s to help you then he sure would do it. His gear hit the floor with a thud, his hands reaching up to remove his helmet but he stopped, deciding to leave it on. It felt less intimate this way.

He moved round the table, taking a hold of your thighs and dragging you closer to him. The touch of his hands on you sent your mind running wild, hips already buckling to try and get some friction against him. “Kriff, hurry up!” You snap, becoming another whimpering mess as he releases you from the suffocation of your pants.

“So fucking impatient.”Crosshair growled but he found himself pausing at the sight of your soaked panties, the sight making him groan lowly, the modulator of his helmet making him sound like pure ecstasy to your ears. His hand came down to you, his fingers trailing along the inside of your leg which made you almost scream in frustration, you just wanted him to fuck this pollen right out of your system but it was proving difficult.

So instead, you sat up and took a hold of his hand and forced it towards your pussy, holding it there as you began to grind yourself against his fingers. Your painfully throbbing clit was rubbing against his digits but it wasn’t enough, you need more and you needed more now.

Crosshair stared at you in disbelief though to you, you couldn’t read what his reaction was until he slowly gave in and began to rub your little nub but not before moving your panties to the side, revealing your delicious folds.

“Like that, just like that.” You mewl, back arching as you allowed Crosshair to help you, his gloved fingers feeling so good against you but again, it wasn’t enough.

You panted heavily, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at Crosshair. He still stood tall, now just donned in his blacks and his helmet based he concentrated on satisfying you. “Gloves…off… please.”

Crosshair would have come back with some snarky reply but as he saw the frustrated, pained and lust driven look in your eyes he decided against it and withdrew his hands from the concealment of his gloves.

You chewed on your lower lip, his fingers were long and tanned and almost suckable. One of his hands came to your stomach, holding it firmly before his two middle fingers submerged inside you.

“Oh! Fuck!” Body burning, the feeling of his fingers inside you was nothing you had expected. Tips of his fingers pushed straight against your sensitive spot, slowly curling against you as his knuckles hit against your folds. He began moving them in and out of you, his thumb expertly pressing against you clit simultaneously.

Your body shook against him, his eyes trained purely on your core rather than on your face. There was something in him battling its way to get out but he didn’t know what. You were so innocent usually, always so friendly but now here you were begging like a whore, barely able to think straight as he tried to finger-fuck it all out of you, hoping his tactics would get you to cum sooner than later.

Overstimulated, you needed more than his fingers although they deliciously twisted and pulled against your walls but you was nowhere near to cumming. You sat up quick, the action surprising Crosshair as you scooted back, his fingers leaving you and covering your slick on them.

“Wha-?” He barely had time to ask as you crawled towards him across the table, your hands landing on his shoulders.

“It’s no use,” you wince, the burning sensation coming back to you now that Crosshair wasn’t inside you, “I need… agh, I need your cock. Please. I need you to fuck me like I’m a slut. Your slut.”

Your slut.

The words burned inside his mind.

Crosshair inhaled and exhaled shakily, nodding his head at your ludicrous and filthy words. His hands land on your hips as you made quick work on his blacks, pulling them down, followed by his boxers and allowing his length to spring free, hitting his stomach as it did.

Your eyes went wide, your pussy aching at the sight of him and the precum that pooled at his tip. Mouth salivating, you allowed him to bring you to the edge of the table, legs either side of him and dangling as he began to slowly brush himself against your slit, easing his way in slowly.

His eyes tightly closed, breath shaken. “Fuck, how are you so tight?” You felt unbelievable, never would he ever thought that he would be like this with you. It was like a fever dream. A hot and erotic fever dream.

You squirmed, head tilting back as he slowly pushed into you, your walls tightening against his veiny shaft that if you were not so overstimulated and under this cruel pollen, you swore you would have loved to have it in your mouth.

“This alright?” He grunted, staring at you through his visor and you visibly nod, your fingers on his shoulders now digging into his blacks.

“I need you deeper… harder… faster.” You whispered through soft moans as he finds a reluctant rhythm.

He was good when it comes to sex but right now he felt like a Fathier caught in star ship lights. He shouldn’t be doing this with you. He shouldn’t be loving the feeling of how wet you felt, how utterly beautiful you looked although he would never tell you that. He always thought it deep down but after watching the pain leave your body with each rough thrust he gave you, he became intoxicated at the vision.

His eyes travelled down to your chest, gaze landing on what he only just realised to be an incredible laced bra that was doing nothing to support your bouncing breasts. Your nipples were practically piercing through the material. His right hand left your hip, caressing one of your breasts which elicited a wonderful reaction from.

“Oh, Crosshair… feels so good.” You tilt your head back up at him, holding onto his shoulders harshly as he pounded your insides at your request. “So, ugh- you’re so good at fucking me like I’m your own whore.” The pollen was infecting your brain - these words would never have left your mouth.

You heard his grunts from under his helmet, unaware of how his eyes were literally eating you alive. Sweat glistened all over your body, making you appear desirable. “Good girl.” He praised quietly, not wanting you to particularly hear it but you did.

Words kept falling from your lips, your quiet pleads for him to keep thrusting into you like he was, followed by words of how your skin still burned from the pollen. Crosshair tried to keep quiet, trying to keep his words at bay but the odd praise would come out. Maybe it was in the hopes of you hurrying up and releasing yourself from the aphrodisiac or maybe it was because... he meant it?

Chewing on your lip, your hands made their way to the back of his neck now where you could feel the slight fuzz of hair, the touch of your fingers sending shivers down his spine. The table creaked violently under you, feeling like it could collapse at any given moment as he relentlessly gave you everything he could offer despite his feelings.

“Cross.” you mumbled, feeling yourself slowly getting to the edge of your antagonising fuck session.

The shortened version of his name almost made him double over, almost painting your insides with his warm white laces of ribbons but he held it in, tweaking your nipple as he managed to free at least one breast. “Beautiful.” He cooed.

“I need to see you, fuck – I need to see your eyes as you fuck me. Need to see how much you want this pussy.” Wailing almost incoherently, your hands landed on either side of his helmet and by that action alone Crosshair stopped, as if it to warn you.

“Don’t.” He says, his cock now twitching inside you as your pussy kept him beautifully warm.

Your eyes scanned him, as if they could penetrate the grey battle worn bucket, the burning sensation slowly coming back from the lack of movement you were receiving. “Please.”

He didn’t respond and as you began to slowly lift it, he didn’t refuse this time and soon enough your eyes were now trained on him.

His eyes were like dark bowls of honey, his lustful gaze matched your own and you couldn’t help but moan softly just at the pure sight of him as you began to buckle your hips against him again, needing him to get back fucking you like he was.

His hand from your breast moved back to your waist, his hips snapping back and forth as you both maintained eye contact, totally fucking each other mentally now.

The words ‘don’t stop’ spewed out of your mouth like a mantra, the sounds of his thighs slamming against your own spurred him on. Especially when your hands found the back of his hair, tugging lightly against his silver locks.

“I won’t stop, don’t, ugh! – fuck, I don’t want to.” Crosshair grunts, eyes briefly leaving your own to look in awe at the bulge that pulses against your lower stomach when he pushed all his size into you, balls deep. “Maker, could fuck you all the time.” He whispered as he leaned into your neck and placed a soft kiss to it.

“The burnings going… I’m close. You’ve fucked me so good.”

Crosshair looks up at you, eyes matching yours once more but those teary looking, crazed with lusting eyes had dwindled into something soft once they met his own. It was wearing off and he was no longer looking at the poor suffering girl who was begging to be fucked… he was now looking at you... just as you are. Heavenly.

His heart thundered against his chest, his wall of reserved feelings crashing down with every thrust he slammed against you, his cock dripping in your juice. Then, the thought of Hunter and you from today penetrated his mind. The sight of his brothers hand on you brought back the feeling that hit him; jealousy. But now he had you and was fucking you.

A sudden surge of animalistic behaviour shot through him and you gasped as he tucked his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up.

“Crosshair what-.” He shushed you with a violent jolt of his hips before pushing you against the wall, holding you against it as if to get closer to you as possible as all composure of his flooded out of him. Your bare chest pressed against the warmth of his covered chest, feeling him so close to you drives you wild with ecstasy.

His thrusts were relentless but became sloppy, his fingers digging in harshly into your luscious thighs whilst your back scraped against the harsh wood on the wall. “Kriff, please… fuck.” You moaned as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, your teeth grazing his slightly salted tasting skin.

“Maker, you’re killing me mesh’la… look so good as I fuck you like this.” The words poured out of his mouth accidentally but he didn’t care, he just felt as if he had the need to claim you.

“Mmm, close.” You mewled helplessly, your skin no longer burning to the pollen but because of his hold on you. You just needed that last little bit out of you and you needed just something to push you over the edge to come fully undone.

“Keep going.” he spurred on, wincing as you bit against his neck and wanting you to cum all over his cock that was already soaked.

“Crosshair please fill me up. Kriff, I need to feel your cum leaking out of me, honey.” Your words harsh and desperate, the pollen putting up the last of its fight to make you sound like a desperate whore.

Out of all the things he could’ve said, all the actions he could’ve done to make you reach your climax, it was the most soft spoken words that did it.

You could feel him coming to his end, minutes and minutes of sweaty and crazy fucking built up to this moment. He turned his head, forehead resting against the side of your hurried head and he inhaled softly, lips grazing against your ear. “Oh baby girl.”

That was it.

You let out a gut wrenching orgasm, your nimble arms wrapping around him so tightly as your legs spasm against him, your walls clenching tight around his cock that you could feel the warm spurt of cum leak inside of you from Crosshair himself. Your eyes were tightly closed as you rode through your orgasm, panting heavily as he filled you up wonderfully.

Your senses instantly came back to you. Your vision wasn’t as hazed, your skin was no longer burning to touch and your core was no longer throbbing in ache.

Crosshair soon came down from his own high, one hand leaving your thigh to rest against the wall behind you, catching his shallow breaths.

The moment you slowly pulled out of his neck is when he gently put you down and instantly turned his back to you. How could he? He fucked you to help you, any of the others would if you needed them like you did but it was different for him. Clearly, the underlying feelings for you was there but you didn’t return them. Not one bit.

Your legs were shaking as your feet touched the ground, the slow realisation coming to you as to what just happened. You gazed at his back as he pulled his boxers and blacks back up, followed by him snapping his armour back in place that was tossed carelessly around the cabin.

You didn’t know why, well, you did, but tears brimmed to your eyes. Complete humiliation overriding you as you curled yourself up into a ball, covering your arms around your body.

“Grab your things, we need to go.” Crosshair told you without even blinking in your direction.

Weakly, you reached out and grabbed your clothes, sliding them over your body. Trying to wince as quietly as you could, not wanting any attention on you as you slipped your pants back on over your aching legs, Crosshair cast a gaze over his shoulder.

He watched as you wiped away a tear that slipped down your cheek and he looked away, his heart twisting painfully. Had he hurt you? Possibly. Then, another sinking feeling hit him. He waited until you were fully dressed and walked towards the cabin door, pulling it open before placing a hand on your shoulder.

Your head was bowed down, one hand holding onto your arm as you tried to look everywhere but at him.

“I need you to know that what I did was not intentional.” He said sternly, digits tucking under your chin and lifting it up so you could see him. He so wished he was wearing his helmet because he didn’t hide the broken look on his usual stoic face as your eyes were completely glossed over.

“I mean, I did mean to trip you… but it was just, agh, I don’t know.” He pulled his hand away from you and was tempted to take a step back too but he didn’t. “I didn’t know what those flowers were. I swear that to you. I never would take advantage of you, regardless of our relationship.”

You closed your eyes, blinking away the tears and nodded. “O-okay.”

“Did I… did I hurt you?” He asked, more to reassure himself.

You shook your head. “No.” You meekly whisper.

He accepts what you said and begins walking down the small steps of the cabin but your voice stopped him.

“A-are you going to tell the others? About this?”

Crosshair didn’t reply straight away. Instead, he turned to you fully and reached down into his small pouch of toothpicks and popped one between his lips, gnawing on it.

He wouldn’t have told them, not ever. But, the look on your face showed so much emotion, embarrassment, regret you name it that it physically ached his soul. He would have never wanted you that way but it had to happen. Regrettably or not.

Maintaining his emotionless expression despite the pain inside, he tilted his head as if to question what you just said.

“Tell them about what?”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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CAPTAIN REX and THE 501ST in The Clone Wars 7.09 — OLD FRIENDS NOT FORGOTTEN

Jealous

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 750

Warnings: Mention of casual sex, feelings of jealousy and insecurity, allusion to sex

Summary: Someone is spending a little too much time flirting with Wolffe and you’re more jealous than you’re willing to admit

She’s gorgeous. Everything about her. Her skin, her eyes, her body, even her perfect teeth. And all of her attention is directed at Wolffe.

Wolffe of course, Mr Duty Comes First, just keeps going right along with what he’s doing. But not stopping her. Allowing her to engage him in conversation, trail her hands over his shoulders, his arms, his back.

You have to remind yourself that you have a job to do as well. These injured people won’t heal themselves. And… for as much as you like Wolffe… and enjoy having sex with him when the two of you can sneak away… there hasn’t been a conversation about being officially together or being exclusive.

You push those thoughts away, and busy yourself with endless stitches, bacta doses and limb splinting. If you don’t look at it, maybe it will slip your mind and stop happening.

Of course it doesn’t. By nightfall she’s sitting around the campfire with the Pack. In your spot. Next to Wolffe. You’re exhausted and now feeling incredibly insecure. You don’t have the energy to socialize, or the heart to ask your squad to make room for you in the circle. You’re so tired you’re not even hungry. So instead you turn around and go back to your tent and lay down face first on your bedroll.

Your heart throbs in your chest. You told yourself you wouldn’t catch feelings like this. That you wouldn’t be clingy and try to put a label on everything instantly. But maybe that conversation about being exclusive to each other should have happened sooner… because now you’re basically finding out the hard way what the answer is.

You sigh and close your eyes. In another life, before the war, you might have cried over something like this. Called a friend or eaten a pint of ice cream. But this war has already taken so much from you. And this is something you never truly had to begin with, no need to waste your tears. Your eyes slide closed and you fall asleep.

Sometime later you feel cool air on your skin and hear someone moving around in your tent. You open your eyes, but don’t say anything yet.

“Are you awake?” He asks. It’s Wolffe. You debate pretending to be asleep to avoid this confrontation, but you can’t run from this forever and now is as good of a time as any

“Yeah” you say tiredly

“Can I hide out in here for a while?” He asks tiredly

“What?” You’re confused, you thought this was either about to be a risky booty call or seeking express permission to pursue his new friend

“That local… she won’t fuckin leave me alone” he gruffs

You’re stunned and don’t know what to say, now you feel a bit guilty for automatically assuming he was interested in her. But no… he was talking to her all day long. And didn’t rebuff her when she touched him.

“Thought you enjoyed her company” you yawn

His head turns to where your voice came from in the dark. He caught that tone in your voice, and he definitely noticed your avoidance all day.

“You’re jealous” he states

“I shouldn’t be” you say. Not denying his claim, in fact owning it

“You’re right. You shouldn’t be” he says, creeping closer to you in the pit blackness

“I’m sorry I— hmmf” before you can finish you statement he cuts you off, surprising you with a kiss

“You should know by now you are my girl” he says kissing you again “My only girl”

“I… thought… mmm… we never said” you push him away so he’ll stop kissing you for a second “We never established whether or not we were seeing other people. I haven’t…. But since we never said anything about it, I shouldn’t be upset if you wanted to hook up with someone else”

He considers your words “You’re right. We should have talked about this before. So let me tell you right now. I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t want to see anyone else. And if I’m honest I don’t want you seeing anyone else either”

Your heart clenches. Your feelings are reciprocated. This doesn’t need to have a label or be official. But you do want it to be exclusive.

“I don’t want to see anyone else. Just you” you say softly

“Good” he growls, kissing you again

“Now. How about I make it up to you, for making you jealous all day long, Hm?”

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