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Here, without further ado, is the second chapter of Consequences! I had a blast with this one, and I’m very excited to write the rest!

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: kidnapping/capture (reader is a bounty), angst, injuries, nightmares, mentions of past abuse, and more to come…

Series synopsis: Backstabbed and betrayed, you knew there was a bounty over your head - but when you’re captured by the infamous Boba Fett, it becomes abundantly clear that your fate is as mysterious as your captor.

Chapter two: In the Nexu’s Claws

Boba Fett leaned back in his pilot’s chair, fingers idly tapping the armrest in a steady cadence as a war waged in his mind.

He knew his thoughts should be focused on his next target. If not that, then the repairs he had to do to his ship. His thoughts certainly shouldn’t have been focused on the girl locked in one of his holding cells below, or that fact that it was painfully obvious he needed to give Slave 1 some more upgrades.

500 credits.

He chewed the inside of his lip, flicking a screen to life before him. Your face popped up on the blue flickering holo vid, fear etched in your features. He sighed, tabbing over the details, knowing with growing certainty that his initial hunch had been correct.

This was a coverup, pure and simple. Especially since the price on your brother’s head was astronomical - clearly whatever gamble he’d pulled had backfired miserably.

There would have been a time that such a truth wouldn’t have tugged so weightily on his mind. He’d delivered many souls to their untimely deaths that probably didn’t deserve it. He’d made his cut and went on his way without a speck on his conscience, maintaining his deadly reputation with ease. At least, that’s what he’d thought. He couldn’t help but wonder if the screams of the damned echoed back at him through your voice - and they gradually grew louder.

Damn it all.

He shut the projector off with a grunt and stared into hyperspace. Perhaps age was getting the best of him - the years of loss, pain, and hard wear and tear he’d endured as a nature of the trade surely didn’t help lengthen his life expectancy. Or maybe he was just growing soft. But he was tired…he felt it in his chest. In the aches that corded down his arms and back. Too tired to fight off memories that haunted his mind in the shape of his father’s shadow. Too tired to deal with that pain as a result.

And too tired to turn in an innocent girl for a handful of credits. Not before he had more answers, at least. He donned his helmet and turned toward the center of his ship, thoughts a whirling storm as he descended.

-

Your mind was a hellscape, a blur of faces both familiar and foreign - backlit by red too similar to blood and a green darker than any foliage you’d ever seen.

Hands clawed at you, inhuman talons a slicing through your skin, tearing you to ribbons… You tried to scream, but your mouth was locked shut, a paralysis clinging to your bones like a deadweight, dragging you down, down, down…

Spurred footsteps clinked past, and you flinched, blinking your eyes open as a shudder rippled through your body. Sweat beaded on your skin, and you felt a dampness on your cheeks. Just great - you’d been crying. Damn nightmares. You were at least glad that you’d cocooned yourself in the blanket he’d given you so you weren’t so easily seen.

Your wrists ached terribly and your arms had gone numb at some point in the night, but you cracked an eye open to try to see if he was close by. His back was turned to you, tattered cape shifting slightly as he fidgeted with something across the way. You let a ragged sigh pass your chapped lips, joints locking up, body screaming in agony to move - but you didn’t dare budge an inch.

You’d wait for him to go back to the upper levels of the ship before you even thought about moving - surely he had plenty to do, if he truly was a one man army.

He turned on his heels and you snapped your eyes shut, shivers trembling down your elbows and knees as those footsteps approached, stopping in front of your holding cell.

“Where’d you learn to shoot like that?” His voice cut through the silence so abruptly you couldn’t mask your flinch.

He clearly hadn’t bought your cover, so there was no point in pretending to be asleep. You looked up at him with a frown, brain sluggishly pondering his question.

“You mean with the Twi’lek?” Gods, you hated how hoarse you sounded. You were probably the most pathetic bounty he’d ever taken.

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He crossed his thick arms and you swallowed, shifting so you sat up, the blanket bunched around your shoulders.

“My brother and I…we didn’t have much growing up. Just each other.” You paused awkwardly, wishing you could forget your past altogether. Not after what he did. “We both learned on the streets. Never had any formal training, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He hummed, visor not shifting away, and you had the distinct feeling of being akin to a bug under a microscope.

“You’re an orphan, then.” It wasn’t posed as a question. He clearly was too direct for that.

“Yeah.” You nodded, staring at the black of his visor with as fixed an expression as you could muster. “I get you’re trying to haggle for more credits. Sorry to disappoint.”

You could feel his eyes narrowing from behind his helmet. You fought the urge to shuffle further against the wall as his gloved fingers tapped his vambrace, silent and brooding. When he finally spoke, his voice nearly sounded pained.

“I have a proposition.”

You watched him with narrowed eyes, all too aware of your pounding heart. Surely this was a trap - another sick way he derived pleasure from his captive’s fear. Yet you watched in panicked stiffness as he unlocked the gate and swung it open, crouching so he was eye-level with you. Even knelt down as he was, he was immense; his presence overwhelming.

“Your brother has a high price on his head. Seems the Pykes he pissed off didn’t buy his farce.” His helmet tilted, voice rolling through you. “Help me catch him, and I’ll consider letting you go.”

What? Your eyes narrowed, distrust twisting through your stomach and burning your throat. But that didn’t…

“I thought you don’t work with others?” You dared to square your shoulders, more of a protective gesture than a threat. “Everyone knows you never let anyone go. You don’t know mercy, much less any human decency. Don’t dangle my fate in front of me like it’s a kriffing carrot. Just turn me in, I’m not interesting in stroking your ego.”

His gloved hand flew toward your face and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut. However, you only felt the pressure of his fingers against your chin, tipping your face up toward his in a contradictorily gentle gesture. You dared to open your eyes, heart pounding as his voice cut through you.

“Careful…” you didn’t miss the warning tone. His helmet tilted slightly to the left. “I said I’d consider letting you go. What I’m giving you is a chance. One chance. If you blow it, I’ll send you and your brother to the mercy of the Pikes without a second thought.”

“But…why?” You kept your tone level for fear that he’d hurt you, all too aware of his grip on your skin, feeling his strength, even if it was withheld for the moment.

“You have fire.” He didn’t bother answering the question, thumb lightly caressing your cheek as his hand dropped from your chin, standing to his feet. “Use it to trap your brother, little one, and we’ll see about your freedom.”

You sat in stunned silence as he swung the cell’s door shut and walked away, spurs cutting through the void like knives.

You watched him go - wondering why you still felt the ghosting presence of his touch lingering on your skin.

-

Fear translated to grief, grief to apathy, and apathy…finally to boredom.

One couldn’t tell how much time had passed in space. Much less so being trapped in a cargo bay of a ship with no clock or semblance of passing days. So, you resorted to inspecting the cargo hold, memorizing the crates that lined the durasteel walls, the weapons, the other empty cells, and miscellaneous objects you couldn’t identify.

You hadn’t seen anymore of Fett since your last encounter, but that didn’t come as a surprise. He didn’t strike you as an eager conversationist, and despite your fear and distrust of him, you couldn’t judge him for introversion. The only benefit was that a light had flicked on at some point, giving you a better look at the space around you. Your clothes had dried so you weren’t as miserable, but you worried that your shoulders would be permanently locked in place by the time the cuffs were removed.

That was, if the cuffs were ever removed.

You still didn’t buy his offer. It was probably a practiced bluff, a way for him to pry more information from you if you’d had any. None of it made any sense, no matter how much you’d wracked your brain over it. The only humor in all of this was finding out that your brother was also in trouble. How ironic, really.

The ship around you suddenly shuddered with a rumbling hum, and you wagered it must have exited hyperspace. Where the hell you were, you couldn’t guess. You supposed you’d soon know if Fett meant what he said or not…but that didn’t provide any sense of comfort.

Ahh, speak of the devil. Booted footsteps echoed on the walls as he descended, cape swinging over his shoulder with his idle gait.

He didn’t bother ambling about this time, instead walking over to your cell and swinging the door open. His broad shoulders may as well have been the door, framing you in as he lifted something into your line of sight. You recognized it as a canteen, frowning when he gestured for you to stand with a flick of his helm.

Too tired to argue, you stood, and he gestured for you to follow. You stepped out of the cell, heart a thundering drum, waiting for the trap to fall. For his true motives to be revealed.

“Sit.”

You looked up, realizing he’d spoken. He gave an exaggerated point to the crate he’d sat you at the other day, and you complied - just a little too curious to resist. Then he was behind you, hands dropping to your cuffs.

“Don’t try anything funny.” His voice was a low growl in your ear as the cuffs dropped away.

You hated the thrill that ran down your spine at that low, rasping voice, and you masked the reaction with a frown.

You were too busy moving your numb, aching arms to your chest to do anything remotely dangerous, especially to him. You rubbed your wrists as he moved past you, wordlessly extending the canteen. You watched it with narrowed eyes, and he visibly sighed, shoulders drooping ever so slightly.

“It’s not poison.” He waggled it in front of you for emphasis. “Drink.”

Embarrassment rippled through you and you did so, making sure to not touch his fingers when you took the canteen. You popped it open and drank, noting that it did indeed taste like regular water…

“I’ve located your brother.” His voice was curt, yet lacking the edge you’d heard earlier. “Have you considered my offer?”

You closed the canteen with a snap, watching him cautiously. “I didn’t know…I had a choice…”

“If you’d rather I take you directly to the Pikes, that can be arranged.” He moved to stand, and your heart lurched.

You leaned forward with a shake of your head and he paused, slowly sitting back down.

“No, I’ll do it.” You watched him for any signs of deceit - even though it was nearly impossible given the helmet and armor that gave so little away. “I want…to make my brother pay. Even if I still die, that would be worth it.”

“You get one shot, remember that.“ He stood, gesturing for you to follow. “The moment you try to run, you won’t like the consequences.”

“Wait, now?” You blinked, wariness rippling through you as you slowly stood, setting the canteen on the crate.

“Unless you’d prefer to stay in the cell?” He hadn’t stopped, already walking toward the stairs as if he knew you’d follow.

You swore, hurrying after him with a sigh, hating that your curiosity was slowly overriding your fear. Would you actually find your brother? You knew Fett could, without a doubt. He could wrangle him in single-handedly and toss him in a cell like you without any difficulty. Turn you both in and leave without a moment’s hesitation. Clearly his reputation led you to believe that…

So why bother involving you?

You supposed you’d have to find out.

-

Boba stalked through the streets of Mos Espa like he had a hundred times before - watching with bored amusement as people scattered; casting terrified glances his way.

Except this time, he had a shadow.

He was honestly impressed that you hadn’t tried to run. He’d recognized that hungry look that danced in your gaze the moment the twin sunlight flickered in your irises - the urge to flee, to survive, as only an orphan knows how. And what made it worse is he almost wanted to let you - to give you a final chance at life. But you hadn’t - clearly scared stiff and traumatized to the point of freezing. He supposed he couldn’t blame you.

He’d been the same, once. Alone, without an ally, surrounded by people who wanted to take him in only to exploit him. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t yet turned you in? He still was trying to fully understand his hesitation. Emotions were contrite viruses.

He stole a glance at you from the corner of his helmet. You kept a good poker face, he’d give you that. Your fear betrayed you in the corner of your plush lip that tugged down as if connected to an invisible thread, and your clenched fists that ever so slightly shook as you walked. But you were brave enough to keep your head high. Something twisted in his chest, something he couldn’t quite identify - but he set it aside to ponder later.

Right now, he had an asshole to catch.

-

You’d never been to Tatooine - your off-world experience had been limited to the shuttles and desperately bargained trips you and your brother had managed through the years.

You certainly hadn’t ever been to a desert planet before.

And it was partially for that reason that you hadn’t bolted the moment you spotted an opening in the crowd. That…and you remembered how quickly he’d shot the Twi’lek. You didn’t feel like dying today. If he didn’t kill you he’d most certainly catch you - and any chances of freedom would dwindle away like ash more then they already had.

The twin suns were setting, casting an ominous orange glow over the shimmering sands in the distance. It would have almost been beautiful if not for your predicament.

Fett took an abrupt turn down a narrow path and you flinched, twisting to follow. You slammed into someone’s chest and looked up in shock, a burly Klatooinian glowering down at you with with a snarl.

“Where you goin’ in such a hurry, darlin’?” His hands gripped your shoulders and you tried to break free, but his fingers dug into your flesh to the point of bruising. You winced and frantically glanced around for Fett, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Why don’t ya come with me, huh? You’re too pretty ta be in a place like this.”

“She’s also too pretty for the likes of you.” A deep voice rumbled from behind the Klatooinian and he turned, twisting you with him.

You came face to face with Fett’s blaster, but it was trained on the unfortunate man’s forehead, not you.

“The girl. Now.” He gestured at you with a flick of the weapon, and the Klatooinian cursed, releasing you so quickly you wondered if you’d burned him.

“Fett! Kriff, just lemme go. I wasn’t gonna hurt her, I swear!” He backed up, hands high, sweat beading on his face. “I didn’t know she was yours, honest!”

“Run along, cretin.” Fett stepped in front of you, voice low, threatening. “Go crawl back to your hole.”

The Klatooinian didn’t need any further bidding. He turned and ran, leaving you both alone in the alley. Fett glanced at you, the sunset reflecting in his visor in a nearly artful fashion, and you swallowed, expecting the scathing remarks any moment.

“You okay?” His gruff voice made you pause, and you nodded, too taken aback to speak. “Good. Come on.”

You both walked in silence, your mind spinning as you kept your eyes trained on his armored back, afraid to get separated again. That was yet another reason why you hadn’t run…a reason you knew you had only avoided because your brother had always protected you and you’d learned to defend yourself. Other girls you’d known…well, they weren’t so lucky. Not when there were men like that creepy Klatooinian out there.

Which begged the question…what kind of man was Fett?

Logically, you knew you were his bounty. He wasn’t going to let someone take away his credits. You were a commodity - nothing more. A job. But still…you hated the relief that had flooded your chest when he’d intervened, or how your heart had fluttered when you recognized a nearly possessive tone in his voice as he’d pointed the blaster. And also…

Had he kriffing called you pretty?

You didn’t know how to take that, but it wasn’t your biggest concern at the moment. Your head hurt. Exhaustion was wearing you to shreds, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d eaten. Hunger pangs assaulted your stomach and you winced, forcing yourself to keep up with his fast gait.

He finally stopped at a building that backed against the desert, tall and old. He stepped inside and you followed - shocked when he nodded at the man behind a counter and took a right toward a flight of stairs. You hesitated only for a moment before following, not liking the probing gaze of the stranger lingering on your back. The stairs creaked under your feet like pained screams, and you watched him turn and swing a door open, revealing a small room.

You glimpsed a bed inside and you froze, legs locking up in panic. Heart hammering in your chest, you took a step back. He started to walk inside but paused, glancing back at you with an tilt of his helmet.

“C’mon.” He was still, voice holding a warning tone, as if expecting you to run. And gods, you didn’t want to because you didn’t want to die, but if he was going to…

“I’m not gonna hurt you. But we’re not sleeping on the street and Slave 1 will draw too much attention.” His voice was almost softer, if possible. Perhaps he’d realized you were afraid? “I give my word.”

You nodded, swallowing down your paralysis long enough to climb the last steps and walk into the room - heart lodged in your throat. You hated that you believed him - he just as easily could be lying to get what he wanted. But he’d been truthful to his word so far, and you didn’t have any other options. You watched Fett cross the room and draw the curtains shut from prying eyes, before turning to face you - striking an intimidating figure in his armor, seeming so odds in a place this...domestic.

“Are your shoulders okay?”

“What?” You blinked, confused.

“That scum earlier.” Fett stepped forward, gesturing toward your shoulder. “Did he hurt you?”

Oh.

“I…I don’t think so…” you glanced at your shoulders, at least grateful the bacta seemed to have healed the blaster wound.

“Here.” He gestured for you to turn around with a flick of his index finger. “I’ll check, if you want.”

You nodded, swallowing down your fear as you turned. You felt his fingertips brush your skin, and chills ran down your spine. Gods, if he was trying to pull something…he was silent, touch light as he shifted your clothing down just enough to look for marks. He then pulled your shirt back up and stepped away.

“Only slight bruising, you’ll be fine.” You turned to meet his helmeted gaze with a nod. “Take the bed. Try to get some rest. I’ll need you at your full strength to draw your brother out of hiding tomorrow.”

You nodded, watching as he slipped past you and headed back toward the door.

“About earlier…” you shocked yourself by breaking the silence, and he paused, helmet tilted back toward you. “Thanks…”

He remained silent for a moment, before responding with that characteristically gruff tone.

“I protect my investments.”

And then he was gone, the door swinging shut behind him.

-

He’d locked the door.

You only knew this because you’d been stupid enough to try to open it.

Sleep was out of the question. You were too stressed, hungry, and confused. And so you paced the floor with a frown, fingers twisting at your hair, wondering what the hell your fate would be. You didn’t know how long he’d been gone, but you couldn’t help but hope he hadn’t gotten into trouble. If he went and got killed, you’d be stuck on a strange planet around dangerous people, all alone. Not an ideal situation, no matter how you diced it.

Spurred steps struck the wooden planks outside, and you spun on your heels as the door unlocked and opened with shrieking hinges, revealing the bounty hunter. Your eyes widened when you realized he was holding two bowls of what appeared to be some kind of soup.

“Here.” He extended a bowl to you, and you didn’t hesitate this time to take it, too hungry to care if it had been tampered with. At least you wouldn’t die due to starvation.

It was delicious - but any food would be at this rate. You were so focused on your meal that you barely heard the soft thud of Fett’s helmet being placed on the floor. You glanced up, eyes widening when you found a dark gaze locked on you with frightening intensity - holding you in place as if paralyzed.

His features were severe - tan skin, broad, proud jawline, dark brows, and hair that was cut short. He was devastatingly handsome, and you realized you were in even more trouble than you’d initially thought.

“You’re staring.”

Shit, his voice was deep even without the vocorder, still rumbling through you.

“Oh, sorry,” you quickly looked back to your food, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

You both ate in silence thick enough to be cut with a blade.

Just great. Your captor wasn’t the ugly droid you’d been hoping he was. But you were too hungry to fully ponder those implications - instead focusing on your soup as your thoughts spun.

Your thoughts were still spinning when he’d moved the bowls to the small sink and once again gestured for you to take the bed, guarded expression not giving any hints as to his thought process. You slipped under the covers and watched as he sat in a chair across the room and closed his eyes, head leaned back against the wall.

His arms were crossed in his lap, hand still close to his gun - but didn’t seem to be watching you. Moonlight filtered in from the corners of the curtains, casting him in a drastic contrast of light and dark; and for whatever reason, it drew your attention.

You wanted to stay awake. To not let sleep make you a vulnerable target for this stranger. You shifted, peering around the room, sheets rustling as you kept checking for any signs of danger.

“Go to sleep.” His voice cut through the dark, softer then you remembered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

At least not now, you mused. That would change the moment your usefulness wore out - that’s how it was with everyone. You merely nodded, heartbeat pounding in your ears as you tried to best to not peer at his face from the shelter if your covers - knowing that wouldn’t bode well. Besides, you were so worn out, barely able to keep your eyes open - and before you knew it, you’d slipped into sleep’s embrace.

-

Chapter three

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And here we are, at chapter three of Consequences! When I say I had an absolute blast with this, I definitely mean it - I have so much planned ahead, hehe…

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: Nightmares, injuries, death threats, cannon-typical violence, language, angst, and fluff sweet enough to rot teeth (lolllll)

Series synopsis: Backstabbed and betrayed, you knew there was a bounty over your head - but when you’re captured by the infamous Boba Fett, it becomes abundantly clear that your fate is as mysterious as your captor.

Chapter three: Blood Ties and Battle Lines

You could have sworn you saw your father’s back through the crowd, his features hard to miss despite the fact you barely remembered him.

“Dad, wait for me! Don’t go!”

You tried to claw your way through the crowd after him, but he only walked faster, fading in the sunlight that blazed above. He disappeared and before you had a chance to call out, the ground beneath your feet transmuted to water - plunging you beneath icy depths.

You burst to the surface, lungs burning, a stormy haze of grays and blues muting out all color. You clawed against the tides, looking up in horror as massive waves cresting higher than star destroyers bore down upon you.

You were pulled under, trying to force yourself to wake from your nightmare, even as a sharp burning filled your lungs. Something grabbed you, and a voice shouted even as your vision sparked, then faded…

Someone who was definitely not a part of your dream gently shook your arm, and you heard a deep voice call your name. You grimaced, eyes flicking open as disorientation flooded your mind with panic.

You didn’t immediately recognize the dark room you were in, or where you were…your gaze flung up to the person who hovered over you - and your memories flooded back with such force you emitted a shocked yelp. You flinched, pulling away, heart pounding in your throat when you recognized Fett’s stern features in the shadows. You were too afraid to fully recollect that he looked mildly concerned.

“Relax,” his voice was low, lacking the edge you were accustomed to. He watched you carefully, expression difficult to gauge. “You had a nightmare, starting shouting. Didn’t want it drawing too much attention.”

“Oh…” hear flooded your chest, and you felt your cheeks burning. You realized his hand was still on your arm, touch gentle. Interestingly, he hadn’t pulled away yet. “Did I wake you?”

“No, but you sounded distressed.” He watched you carefully, as if curious. His head tilted slightly the side, a gesture you recognized he often used when wearing his helmet. “Thankfully I don’t think anyone heard.”

You watched as he finally stepped back, crossing the room to peer out of the window, dark eyes reflecting amber in the moonlight. It was…nearly beautiful. You almost choked when those eyes flicked back to you. There was a depth to them, something not altogether dangerous, but a warmth…how had you not noticed that before?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” a sigh rattled your chest, honestly impressed that he hadn’t just shot you. Your heart still crashed against your ribcage, throat dry as your realized you must have cried out.

How embarrassing.

“I’m not upset.” Fett crossed the room so he once again stood by the bed, gesturing to a cup of water he’d placed on the nightstand. Where’d he gotten that? “Drink this, try to rest.”

You nodded, grabbing the cup with quivering fingers and chugging it down, watching as he walked back over to his chair. You settled back under the covers and hated the tremors that ran down your legs. Those damn nightmares had only gotten worse, especially since your brother betrayed you. Silence fell, save for a distant blaster shot that echoed over the dunes, the sound sending a chill down your spine.

“Do you remember them, your parents?” His voice cut through the dark, carefully presented as if he was deep in thought.

“I can recall their faces. My dad’s especially.” You stared up at the flaking ceiling with a sigh. “But they left my brother and I after I was born.”

“I’m sorry.” His tone had once again softened ever so slightly, lacking enough edge to give you the confidence to speak, resting your head on your pillow.

“It’s okay.” You nodded, surprised that you meant it. Had he just apologized? “We can’t go back. Just gotta make it to the next sunrise.”

Fett fell silent, but it wasn’t a brooding silence. You could have sworn it almost felt like understanding. When sleep finally took you, you didn’t bother to check if his hand was still on his gun.

-

Damn it all.

This was getting messier by the hour. Boba ensured you were asleep before he glanced back at you, not wanting to frighten you any further for one evening. His lips twitched, and he sighed, irritation flooding his chest at the conflict in his heart.

You’re going soft, idiot. You swore you’d never make this mistake.

And yet here he was, diving into those forbidden thoughts like a womp rat in a garbage chute.

Perhaps the best mercy would indeed be his blaster bolt to your head. Even if he were to let you go, someone else who was more desperate for credits would come along and you’d be dead within a day. And he couldn’t keep you locked in the ship forever. But still…

He stole another glance at you, noticing that you almost looked peaceful in your sleep now that the nightmare had ended. There was less tension in your brow, and your lips, for once, weren’t set in a frown. He’d be an even bigger fool to not recognize your beauty - and he fought an impulsive urge to run his fingers through your hair. To soothe the fear from your eyes, the tension from your shoulders. To show you that you weren’t the only lonely soul trapped in the galaxy.

You were unmarred by violence, something resilient, but still hopeful like a bird that was never meant to be caged. And his hands were more bloodstained then he ever wanted you to know. He cursed lightly under his breath, looking away with a low growl.

Stop it. She is a bounty. You drew a line.

But he wasn’t the only one who felt it, was he? He’d seen the look that flooded your gaze when he’d made the comment to the fool who tried to abduct you - you’d been surprised, yes. But not disgusted as he’d expected. No…you’d actually flushed. And so, you both were in a deadly dance, each waiting to see what step the other would take. Neither knowing the outcome.

He absentmindedly flicked out his blaster with a practiced roll of his fingers, running his hands over the cool metal. He purposefully kept it out of the moonlight so the reflection wouldn’t disturb you.

Ahh, dank farrik. He cared too much.

He knew he needed to stop before this went on for too long. Emotions like this would only get you both killed. He needed to cut it off, shut it down, flip that switch before he’d gone too far. He steeled himself and raised the blaster, pointing it directly between your eyes. He could do it. He knew he could. He had the capacity to be the cold, emotionless hunter who never lost a bounty, never let one go, and never failed a job.

Then he noticed the tear drying on your cheek.

Guilt twisted his insides and he flipped his finger to the trigger, releasing a shuddering sigh. This would be mercy. It would free you both from the strands of fate - something he never believed in nor wanted to. You didn’t deserve to suffer any more than you already had, and if he had to be your executioner, he’d make it quick. You deserved that much. And yet, he still hesitated.

His finger froze on the trigger when he heard his name whisper from your lips.

Boba. Just Boba. Whispered softly as if you shared some connection. Something intimate. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard someone speak his name in that manner.

He frowned, peering at your blank face, realizing that you were still asleep. There was no manipulative ploy here, merely the whispered words of someone plagued by night terrors. And yet you’d called his name in your fear, something you hadn’t voiced once when awake. You muttered something unintelligible and shifted, turning your back to him and curling in the blankets.

He lowered his blaster, slipping it back to its holster, feeling something akin to shame curl in his gut. He wouldn’t shoot you - deep down, he already knew that. There was something about you, something different…he felt different.

And whether he liked or not, it wasn’t just your fate that had yet to be decided, but his as well.

-

When you woke, Fett was already up and moving - you noted with interest that he’d donned his helmet.

He was back to his curt, direct self - any semblance of the softness you’d witnessed in the night gone. You hated that your heart wilted at his harsh tone, just when you thought you were seeing a glimpse of the man behind the armor. To your surprise, he hadn’t seemed all that bad. You remembered his gentle words and touch, and didn’t want to admit that you’d slept better after he’d pulled you from the icy claws of your nightmare.

“You’ll follow this road to the end, it leads to the…seedier side of town.” He was pointing at a map he’d procured with a gloved finger, tone matter-of-factual. “That’s where he was last seen. If I show up immediately, he’ll jump off-world fast. I could catch him, but it’ll take more time I’d rather not waste. If you get him distracted, it’ll be easier for the both of us, and more efficient.”

You nodded, eyes narrowing as you did you best to memorize the path. Anxiety twisted in your chest, trepidation on your tongue.

“And if you even think of running…” his tone held a warning as he gave the smooth paper of the map a double tap for emphasis. “Our deal’s off. No more mercy.”

“Will you be around though, in case something goes wrong?” Your voice was timid as you felt you were tiptoeing around the nexu’s teeth. His helmet flicked up toward you, silent, waiting for an explanation - you realized you’d taken him by surprise. “You know, if I get hurt…or something? Will you step in if I…well, get in trouble?”

“You mean like with the Klatooinian?” His stoic voice had taken a shift that almost could be interpreted as curiosity.

“Erm, well, yes,” you hated that you felt heat flood your cheeks and you ducked, fixing your gaze on the map despite feeling his heated stare from the visor.

Dammit…you had to get control of yourself.

He spoke your name, and you blinked in shock, recognizing the crumbling of his cold shell, if but for a moment. The syllables sounded nearly artful on his tongue, welcome, but strange. You felt you had broached into new territory, and unlike the map of Tatooine, this route was entirely uncharted.

You felt a gloved finger brush underneath your chin and you shivered as he lifted your face to meet his.

“Growing attached, are we, little one?” His deep timbre held a soft amusement, something you curiously recognized as humor, not mockery.

“I mean, I just…” your face was beet red, you were sure of it, and you desperately tried to backpedal with logic. “I don’t wanna get caught by someone else and deal with this all over again…right?”

He hummed a response, and you were certain he could feel your hammering pulse at your neck. His helmet tilted down toward you. “Is that all?”

“I…well, I…” oh gods, you were embarrassing yourself, unable to hide your furious blush and literally trapped in his clutches. Your words were emitted as a squeak as he stepped closer, his broad armored frame overshadowing you. “I just..umm…”

“Loth cat got your tongue?” He sounded nearly coy, and you couldn’t tell if you were the object of his attention or the meal he was toying with before brutally snapping you in two. Or both?

“That’s not…I…” you hated that your words sputtered from your lips, far too affected by his close proximity. You shot him a mock glare in an attempt to save face, a smirk curling in your lips. “…kriffing jerk, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Shit.

Horror flooded through you at your boldness, and you expected his grip to tighten, or for his demeanor to switch back to cold ice. Or worse.

But Boba Fett, damn him, had the audacity to chuckle - and the sound rumbled through you, sending a different kind of chill down your spine that made your knees go weak.

“Don’t you worry, there isn’t anywhere you’d go where I can’t find you.” His thumb swiped a caress on your throat before pulling away, albeit slowly, that T-visored helm as dark as the night, watching you fight your body’s urge to lean forward in chase of his touch. “I’ll have your back. You have my word.”

-

Mos Espa, you decided, wasn’t so terrible.

Sure, it was crowded more than you’d prefer, with the merchants who shouted their wares to any who traversed down the streets - but most people stuck to their own devices, letting you pass through with little more than a glance.

But damn, the heat would take some time to get used to.

You gripped the bag that was slung over your shoulder with a huff, sweat slicking your forehead as you made you way through the twisted maze. You tried your best to be discrete, sneaking glances at the map when no one looked. The last thing you needed was to draw unwanted attention to yourself - especially given that the only attention that mattered was Fett’s. Even as you slipped through the crowd, you could feel his eyes on you - as burning as the dual suns above.

Surely he still worried you’d try to give him the slip, right? Or did he know you’d already been ensnared beyond any hope of escape? Hooking you with that damn chuckle and cocksure demeanor, the bastard had to know what he was doing to you. The real question still remained - had he been affected too? You highly doubted he treated all his bounties this way, which led you to wonder what his true motives were.

You sighed, wiping more sweat from your brows with the back of your hand, dipping past a trio of giggling Twi’leks. If your brother was indeed here, you weren’t sure how to find him, and you had the impression that you were serving more as bait than anything as you navigated through the pale buildings and windswept sandy streets. Whether Fett was helping you or merely using you, there wouldn’t be any other alternative then to see this through to the end.

Besides, you were actually more concerned about confronting your brother than facing the bounty hunter again…given that you hadn’t been on good terms last time you’d seen him.

A blaster shot echoed over the buildings in the distance and you flinched, glancing back at your map with a frown. You were nearly there, at the last location Fett had spotted your brother, and you forced a sigh through your pent-up lungs. You could do this. You deserved this - to bring your asshole brother to justice...of sorts. And so, you adjusted your pack and turned the corner - walking right into a blaster’s muzzle. And behind the blaster, your brother.

“Turn around sis. Walk into that left alley, there. Don’t scream.” His voice was low, lacking Fett’s distinct rasp, but still making you flinch regardless. “If you don’t think I’ll punch a hole through your back, go ahead and try to run.”

Heart hammering in your ears, you turned, swallowing dryly when you felt the weapon press in-between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward. You slipped into the passage he’d instructed, and flinched when a massive Trandoshan lunged at you - claws gripping your shoulders and slamming you into the wall with a shower of dust. Dammit, you really wished you had a weapon. You struggled against your attacker, fear taking hold of your heart as you locked gazes with your brother.

“The hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead.” He shot you a murderous glare, blaster trained at your face. “How’d you even find me, huh?“

“Hey Naris.” You nearly spat out the words to mask your fright, hoping that Fett had seen what happened and meant what he’d said, otherwise…you were screwed. You’d die alone in this alley. “Long time no see.”

“This isn’t funny, idiot.” Naris glanced over his shoulder, sweat beading on his brow. “If the Pykes don’t have you, they’ll come after us both.”

“Oh, so I was supposed to just accept being the scapegoat because you stole their spice?” You crossed your arms and the Trandoshan pinning you tightened his grip, the tips of his claws puncturing your skin. You winced, but didn’t diminish your glare. “This is on you, not me. I can’t believe you sold me out like that!”

“I can’t believe you thought we’d always work together! Shit…” he brandished the blaster with a glare, warily glancing around. “We’re too out in the open, dammit. I’m shocked a bounty hunter hasn’t already snagged you.”

A harsh bark of laughter slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Oh yeah? What’re you worried about?” You raised a brow in challenge. “Unless…you have a bounty over your head too?”

He cursed, slamming a fist on the wall beside him, eyes flashing dangerously in the sun, gaze locking on you with murderous intent. A chill ran down your spine, and you held your tongue. Pushing him further would only result in you getting hurt, or worse…he stepped forward, eyes locked on your hands, and you realized too late he’d seen your map.

“What’s this?” He pulled it from your grasp, eyes narrowing when he saw the path drawn on its surface. He looked up at you, frown deepening. “You’ve been stalking us, is that it?”

“Naris…we gotta find cover,” the Trandoshan’s tone was wary, a low growl as you winced underneath his weight. “Thiss is dangerous.”

“Yeah, yeah, no shit,” Naris regarded you with a frown, suspicion gleaming in his eyes. “There’s no way you got to this dump alone. Who the kriff brought you here?”

“I did.”

You recognized that low tone, and you couldn’t help the thrill that surged through your heart as your brother spun on his heels, face to face with Boba Fett himself.

Once again, you hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Naris, is it?” Fett was a statue, still and menacing, a cutting edge to his voice that you hadn’t heard before, even on the day he captured you - this was much more sinister. “You’re coming with me.”

“You…you’re…” your brother’s face went white as a sheet, words babbling uselessly as the bounty hunter loomed over him. “No…it can’t be…”

The Trandoshan suddenly released you with a curse, bolting down the passage as fast as his legs could carry him. You dropped to the ground, pain flaring in your knees, and you watched as Fett whipped his blaster out with impeccable speed, shooting the reptile through the back of the head. He was dead before his smoking body hit the ground, and Naris screamed.

At first, you assumed it was because he was afraid. Angry, even, that his mistakes had consequences. But your gaze had been locked onto the Trandoshan’s body for too long. You glanced up in time to see Naris spin toward you with his blaster aimed, a red plasma bolt fired directly at your chest.

There was no time to move. No chance to even scream. Terror locked your limbs and you squeezed your eyes shut - expecting the pain to sear through your body, death soon to follow.

But it did not come.

You felt someone crumple over you with a grunt, and heard footsteps careening away. You slowly opened your eyes, realizing that Fett was slumped before you, back turned. And he wasn’t moving.

“No…” you shuffled forward, knees quaking as you gripped his shoulders, turning him toward you so that you could check his pulse.

The shot had struck his right side, glancing off his beskar, but still dealing damage to his flight suit. Your heart plunged when you noticed that blood had stained the light cloth a deep crimson. His helmeted head tilted back toward the ground with your movements, limp and unresponsive.

“No, no, no…” you slipped your hand underneath his collar before you thought to hesitate, feeling his warm neck for a pulse. “C’mon Boba, you can’t die. I’m so sorry…say something…”

“Growing attached, are we?” His rough voice sounded pained as he echoed his earlier statement, but you couldn’t stop the relieved smile from erasing your frown.

In that moment, nothing sounded more beautiful.

“Gods, you’re hurt! Why the hell did you do that? He got away…” you glanced up after your brother, but then felt a gloved hand press against your cheek, directing your eyes back to him. His helmet was inches from your face. “He’s worth so much more than me…”

“No, he isn’t.” The words were gruff, direct. But once again lacking that edge - something you noticed he only did with you. “Your brother’s a scughole - you’re clearly more valuable.”

“Oh…I see.” Your head dipped toward the ground, consequently leaning further into his touch.

He chuckled, the sound making you blink in shock, confusion rippling through you. You dared to look back at him, the helmet titling slightly to the right as he regarded you.

“Come now, little one, I’m not talking about credits.” His tone warmed you from your forehead to your toes, and his thumb caressed your cheek. “You’ve got too much life to meet that kind of end. You’re free.”

His hand dropped from your cheek, and for some reason, the loss of his touch made you want to sob.

“What?” You blinked as he struggled to stand with a pained grunt. “Like, now?”

“I don’t see why not.” He placed a hand on the wall to support himself, clearly in pain as he forced himself to move. “Go. Make a life for yourself. You deserve it.”

“But…” your heart lurched in your chest, panic overriding common sense. You sat, wide-eyed, shock and something else much stronger rippling through you. “What about you?”

“I’ll walk it off. But you should get going, lay low for a while.” He straightened, swaying ever so slightly, back turned to you. His tattered cape fluttered in the breeze like a banner, and your heart nearly broke when he looked away. “I won’t hunt you. I give my word.”

Something you didn’t know you’d feel so deeply ached at his words. No. Not again. You felt like you were going to hurl. You wanted to beg, to scream, to shout the plea that rang in your soul.

Please don’t leave me too…

“Boba…” you spoke without thinking, watching him stop at the sound of his name, helmet tilted over his shoulder. “I want to stay. With you, I mean.”

“My life isn’t one to be shared, sweet girl. I’m not a kind man, nor a good one.” And yet his words were spoken so tenderly, you almost wanted to cry. But he hadn’t given you a direct no, had he?

Did that mean…

“If you didn’t have any kindness, you never would have spared me.” You kept your tone soft, reverent. “I’ve seen it in you.”

“Well…” he sighed, helmet drooping every so slightly. “You’d be one of the first.”

There was a solemness there, and while you understood why he said what he did, that he was afraid of hurting you, you stood to your feet regardless. And so, you took a shaking step, knowing the nexu could still bite. Accepting that if that was your fate, you’d take it. Knowing that you’d already made your choice before even admitting it to yourself.

You dared to put your hand in his.

He stiffened ever so slightly, but didn’t pull away. He watched you, silent behind his helmet, as you looked into that T-visor and dared to smile.

“Perhaps. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance.”

After a moment of silence, Boba’s hand gave yours a reassuring squeeze, and you both stepped forward, into whatever the future would bring.

-

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

You turned, regarding Boba, reclined on the bunk in his cabin, watching you with those sharp, dark eyes. Still not fully trusting, but lacking the cold sternness you remembered when you’d first seen his face.

It was odd, being in his ship, but not in the cell. He hadn’t once mentioned it, either. So, unless you were told otherwise, you realized you wouldn’t have to stay behind bars anymore.

“I was the one getting shot at. Not to mention it was my idiot brother’s fault. It’s only fair that I make up for it.” You lifted a bacta patch with a raised brow, gesturing at his bloodied flight suit with a slight frown. “But I won’t force you. I can leave while you put this on.”

“No.” His voice was nearly strangled as he sat up, brows lowered in concentration as he unzipped the suit. His armor had already been piled to the side. “You can stay.”

And so, you did - watching him slip his arms and torso out of the clothing, trying your damndest not to ogle at the scars that littered his broad, muscular frame. But you couldn’t hide your blush save for ducking your face when he glanced your way.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His rough tones rumbled through you, and you looked up, realizing he was watching you with a guarded expression.

Oh, if he only knew that ‘uncomfortable’ was not how he made you feel.

“You don’t, I wanted to help.” You approached him, bacta patch in your gasp, still trapped in his gaze. “You never hurt me. So technically that makes you safer then most people I’ve ever known.”

“Really.” He huffed, drawing the word out on his tongue. A dark brow raised in what you had to interpret as sarcasm. “You need to get out more.”

“I was too busy trying to stay alive, thank you very much.” Your shot him a mock glare and gestured at the shallow wound on his side. “May I?”

He nodded, eyes tracing your every moment as you lowered the patch onto his skin, as if expecting your touch to burn him. But you merely smoothed the patch over the injury, fingers light and nimble, before pulling away.

“Thanks…for what you did back there. That’s the second time you’ve gotten me out of trouble...” You squinted at him, curiosity getting the best of you. “Is this how you always treat your bounties?”

“No,” his gaze flicked to his armor, then back to you, a certain darkness there that made you shiver. “It isn’t.”

“Then…” you watched him carefully, not wanting to push him too much for answers, but the need to know driving your words. “Why me? Why didn’t you turn me in?”

He sighed, something altogether weary flooding his gaze. He gestured at the end of the bed, an invitation to sit. You nodded, perching on the edge and watching him intently. You no longer felt the same unease around him that you once did, but you still wanted to know his reason, nonetheless.

“You were innocent.” His voice was measured, as if he very carefully met out the words. “You’d been set up. I couldn’t let you pay for someone else’s mistake.”

“How did you know?” You leaned forward, intrigued, and he absently tapped his chin with a finger, gaze distant.

“I tracked you down before that Twi’lek did. It may as well have been advertised on your clothing.” He crossed his arms, head tilted to the side. “I wasn’t gonna bring you in. Not until I saw that bastard shoot you.”

Oh…now it all made sense. Why he’d shown up the way he had. Why he’d specifically targeted you, with your ridiculously low bounty. Why he hadn’t hurt you.

“You…saved my life.” Gratitude washed through you as he nodded, the movement once again stiff - clearly this was not the norm. “I had no idea. I’d been so scared…”

“I know.” He hesitantly met your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Look…I’m not afraid anymore.” You watched him closely, gaze flicking over the strong planes of his face, voice soft.

You hoped he saw your gratitude. That you recognized the pained lengths he’d endured to go out of his own comfort zone to save a life. Especially when he was so good at taking them.

“Is that so, little one?” He shifted so he was sitting beside you, shirtless and impossibly broad, a softness striking through the storm in his eyes. “You’re sure?”

You felt as if an unspoken question was being presented, a ledge of which you could choose to either back away from or dive into. And so you took the plunge without a moment’s hesitation - knowing that you were playing with fire and were willing to risk getting burned.

“Yes,” you tilted your chin toward him, voice nearly a whisper as you looked into those dark eyes, feeling yourself swallowed whole. “I am.”

He broached the space between you in an instant, warm lips enveloping your own - kissing you much gentler then you’d imagined he would. He was hesitant, careful - only deepening the kiss when you responded in kind. When he finally pulled back, his gaze was still dark, but not cruel. You watched each other, breaths mingling, and you felt a heat crawl down your throat and settle between your legs. Damn, he was going to be the end of you.

“You’re beautiful.” He reached up, running a large hand through your hair. “I don’t know why you want to stay.”

“I do,” you smiled, genuinely smiled, and it seemed to soften his edges again, ever so slightly.

He pressed another kiss to your lips that felt like a promise, before pulling away with a soft groan, zipping his flight suit back up. “You need to rest, it’s been a long day. You can take my bed.”

“And where are you going to sleep then? The cockpit?” You nearly grinned when his lip twitched, your guess clearly correct. “But you’re hurt. That’s not a good idea…I can go back in the cargo hold for now if you want.”

“Stars, girl, you’re not a prisoner.” His dark brows lifted in exasperation, but his lips tugged in a smirk. “Take the bed. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“If you don’t have any other quarters we could just share this one.” You crossed your arms and dared to shoot him a wink. “I’ll stay on my side, promise.”

For a moment, he simply watched you, as if gauging your intent. Finally, he exhaled a resigned sigh and lay back down, the bed depressing with his weight. You watched him make a bit too much of a show of begrudgingly pulling the covers up to his chest before arcing a brow at you. “Well?”

Face burning, you shimmied across the bed and slipped into the covers on the far side, and by far, you realized there was maybe an inch or two between you. Perhaps you hadn’t thought this through. He regarded you evenly for a moment before flicking off the light, plunging the room in darkness.

You both lay in silence, as if waiting for the other to speak. It wasn’t awkward per se, but you hoped you hadn’t taken things too far. You hadn’t wanted to invade his space unless he gave it willingly…

“C’mere.” He still sounded gruff, but his touch was soft, guiding you to turn until your back was to him. A hesitant arm wrapped around your chest, holding you close. “Might help with the nightmares.”

It seemed he lived to present further contradictions, once again sending your head in a spiral. And yet it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you. A tear slipped down your cheek, but for once, it wasn’t because of sorrow.

For once, you weren’t alone.

-

Chapter four

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Mandalorians as immigrant dad things.

Boba Fett

- always yelling over the damn phone

- like never ever talks at a normal volume when he’s on a call with anyone

- you call him up to check on him and nearly go deaf in one ear it’s SO bad

Paz Viszla

- never ever apologizes

- just brings sliced fruit on a plate and wordlessly puts it on the bedside table

Din Djarin

- finds out his kid likes something and gets it for the rest of their lives

- if he gets the idea that Grogu likes pineapple or smth then that’s what he’s gonna eat for the next ten years

The Armorer

- “back on Mandalore-”

- always talking about her home planet but only the most random things

- “Momma I can’t sleep”

“Kill a bantha and cook the gallbladder”

“Wh- why would I do that”

“It’s what we did back on Mandalore, and it worked”

my brain filled with boba thoughts rn all of them FILTHY

Like I can just hear him saying this:

“oh that’s it, princess. that’s all your pretty little pussy needed, hmmm? To slick yourself up all over daddy’s fingers. So needy because you want me to open you up like this. I know it feels so good, sweet one. I know. Can you be a good girl and let me have a little more? That’s it, there’s my girl, all ready for daddy’s cock now. Isn’t that right, princess? Is that what you want? Talk to me.”

WAITTT I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

i’m such a slut for rivals to lovers. the pent-up anger turning into desire >>>

wip game: Sharp Objects

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Thank you for the ask bb! Ok so I've had this idea kicking around my head for a while and I hope to get to write it after I finish with Ex Libris and Twin Suns. I've got about 3k in little scenes written where I've had inspiration.

It's gonna be a multi-part rivals (not really enemies, but def antagonistic) to lovers (but still very antagonistic lmao) fic set during the later part of the Empire. Reader (which may change to an OC) is a bounty hunter that goes by "The Jagiir," or Jag for short, (a jagiir is the Star Wars equivalent to a jaguar I've decided) who competes with Boba as they fight their way up the bounty hunting world. It's going to be deliciously spicy and lil toxic but that's life baybee

Enjoy a lil snippet below the cut 🤭

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“That was my fucking bounty.”

You grin into your drink. Looks like Fett had finally arrived. “Hmm? What bounty?” you ask with mock innocence, blinking up to stare into the green helmet above you.

“Don't act like you don't know.” Boba grits out, balling his fists until his leather gloves creak in protest.

He's obviously pissed, but you're in a good mood and want to test your luck. “Oh, on Eelayis? That's funny, because as I recall that was a Guild bounty,” you reply cheekily, taking another swing of your spotchka, “not a private one with your name on it.”

“I'm not in the mood for your antics, kitten.” He emphasizes the pet name, knowing you hated that one the most. If you wanted to push buttons, he could too.

“Then what are you in the mood for?” you retort, reaching up to jab your finger on his chest plate playfully.

You were having entirely too much fun, Boba thinks. He grabs your wrist and pulls himself down to your ear. “Is that your problem, little princess? Nobody to fuck you like you need?” Your muscles tense in his grasp, your intent sharpening.

Running languid eyes up and down his broad frame, you smirk. “Why? You looking for someone to fuck, Fett?”

The smoldering look in your eyes almost does him in, makes him slam you down and fuck the disrespect right out of you then and there. Almost. Instead he turns on his heel, purposely letting the butt of his blaster knock your drink into your lap. Brat.

“You son of a-”

The rest of your words are cut off by the shattering of glass on the back of his helmet. Whipping around, he finds you smug-faced with your arm still outstretched from your throw, completely unabashed. You knew you'd crossed the line and weren't sorry in the least. That was fucking it. 

Lunging towards you, Boba crashes his armored body into yours, shoving you into the booth wall. Knowing he has a codpiece, you opt to kick his knees out and roll him off you into the floor under the table. Scrambling out of the booth, he catches your ankle, sending you sprawling and your chin crashing into the dirty cantina floor. The sharp taste of blood fills your mouth and your mind stutters at the impact. Kark that hurt.

The room around you has exploded into chaos: Tsar's was one of those seedy joints that was always one punch away from a riot. Boots fill your watery vision as other patrons begin settling their own scores above you. Forcing yourself to focus, you kick at Boba's hands grabbing and pulling on your legs. You definitely pushed it too far with him this time, but you just couldn't help yourself—his domineering attitude just begged to be tested. And who better to do it than you?

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“with a wink at slender man” i’m crying 😭😭 he’s such a pain in the ass i love him

oh my gooood tell me about cross my heart (def not bc I'm a med student nyehehehe) (ok it may be bc of it but shh)

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Bestieeee thank you for ask!!

Below is the scene that came to me that started the whole idea for this fic (sorry, it doesn't have any medic-y stuff but it's in rest of the story I promise). I have this multi-part fic about 70% finished before edits so hopefully y'all will get it sometime later this fall. (and yes there is PLENTY of spice 🌶️)

Snippet below the cut

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“I would sleep with your brothers… if you weren’t an option.” You had convinced the sniper to come out and enjoy the planet’s temperate night air and conversation, but now it’s silent, the only sound of the fire crackling between the two of you.

Folding his arms across his chest, Crosshair grumbles, “Don’t say things you don’t mean, it looks terrible on you.” The usual tit for tat the two of played had taken a rather sudden turn and he didn’t like it one bit. Especially not when it concerned you fucking one of his vode.  

“Who said I don’t mean it?” you shoot back, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at the sniper seated across from you.

“Lying looks even worse,” he retorts, “I know my brothers are the more attractive options, Hunter with his handsome looks or Wrecker with his muscles and good nature. Even Tech and Echo are the caring kind of boys you girls go after.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?” 

Rolling your eyes, you lean on one arm to look at him. “It’s not like you haven’t had your fair share of women, Cross.”

Looking away, his tongue moves his toothpick to the opposite corner of his mouth. “That’s different. The bunk bunnies who didn’t get to my brothers first got stuck with me.”

“Quite the pity party you’re having over there for someone with a beautiful woman all to himself,” you snort and his eyes dart back to yours.

“You’re either pitifully desperate or a rather unconvincing whore.” With that, Crosshair flicks his toothpick into the fire and leans back into the night's shadow, sure that he’s landed a blow that will put you off him. No use in entertaining your little game any further, especially not with the way the moonlight is hitting your eyes and the fire is making your skin glow ever so beautifully.

The smirk you give him over the fire tells him that you’ve seen right through him, however, and he hates it. Hates that you refuse to be pushed away and hates that you’re even giving him any semblance of hope. Oh, how he wishes he could hate you too.

Leaning forward with your elbows on your knees, you call out to him. “Oh come on Crosshair, don’t be such a grump. Let a girl give you a compliment.” You flutter your lashes at him as a flirtatious grin plays across your lips.

Those lips… "I’d rather get a blowjob, at least then I’d get something real out of it," he replies flatly in another attempt at dissuading you. 

The way you toss your head back and laugh nearly makes him snap. “Well if you won’t listen, then I won’t tell you what I think about you… handsome.” With a wink at slender man, you pick yourself up and slide your coat up your shoulders as you move around the fire to head back to the ship. As you pass him, you let your fingertips brush his shoulder. “Night, Crosshair.”

He tries, he really tries. He tries to let you slip away back to the ship, leaving him alone and his pride intact. He tries, but he fails. 

Without glancing up, his hand shoots up to grab your wrist, keeping you at his side. “Wait.” He feels you still at his side, silent and expectant. “What were you going to say… about me?” he grits out, his jaw clenching as if to prevent the words from leaving this throat.

If he had had the balls to look up and meet your eyes, he would have seen their tender sheen and the soft smile curling your lips. But he doesn’t, so he only hears your answer.

“Mmm, well I was going to say that you’re tall, dark, and handsome.”

Scoffing, he throws your hand away from his shoulder in disgust. He knew it, he kriffing knew you were just leading him on, riling him up for a joke. “Fuck off.” Why couldn’t he just shut you out like everybody else? 

You reach back down and place your hand firmly on his shoulder. “Oh, come on, Cross, lighten up, I’m joking.” 

Attempting to shrug your hand off, he answers with only stone-cold silence. When you tighten your grip, he shoots a venomous glance up at you. Before he can speak, however, you continue, “What I actually was going to say is that… well…” Your eyes search the stars for your next words as your teeth take your bottom lip. 

The sudden shift to uncertainty in your tone gives him the opportunity to cut you off—he's not making the same mistake twice. “Don’t bother wasting your breath coming up with a lie. Save it for someone stupid enough to believe you.” 

“Oh, for Maker’s sake, Cross!” you exclaim, giving him an exasperated shove. “What I was going to say is that I really do think you’re handsome, you’re tall and strong and smart… and the way your eyes see everything… and your voice, that kriffing voice alone.”    

His eyes burn into you, searing your flesh like they could brand you, searching for the smallest hint of insincerity. He desperately wants to believe you, believe that you would ever desire him the way he desires you. Or even, if he were truly honest with himself, believe that you could see him as someone worthy of your affection as well as your body. He wants to believe it all, but he can’t. He won’t. He’s not worth it anyways. 

Crosshair stares down at his boots and pushes your hand off his shoulder. “Goodnight.”

Though his ears are not as good as Hunter’s, he hears the small disappointed sigh you let out. Good, misery loves company. You and his happiness stood just within reach, which meant it would all be taken from him the second he acknowledges it.

“I wish you would believe me,” you sigh.

He gives a noncommittal huff, leaning away from you and towards the fire, denying you the very voice you craved. Just because you can see right through him doesn’t mean you get to hear him too.

Just when he’s sure you’re going to give up and walk back to the ship, you turn and come to kneel before him, the fire burning a halo around your folded form. Placing a tentative hand on his knee, you peer up at him with those soft eyes. “Look at me.”

He closes his eyes, opening them to meet yours. Hurt and hope swirl around his darkened irises.

Placing your free hand on his other knee to balance yourself, you offer up a small smile. “How’s this for something real?” You lean in and place a chaste kiss on his frowning lips. 

Electricity shoots down his spine, crackling through his bones and boiling his blood. The feeling of your lips lingers on his own even after you pull back. Before you can move too far away, he reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, his long fingers splaying over the back of your skull and holding you close. If anything was ever real, he prays to the Maker, let this be because the final thread holding him back snapped when your lips hit his. 

“Say it. Look me in the eye and say that you mean it,” his demanding tone pleads, his fingers digging into your skin.

“I mean it,” you promise, tender earnestness coating your words as you center yourself in his fire-lit eyes. 

Like a dark, heavy cloud bursting open, he falls into you, his lips crashing into yours. You let the storm of him roll over you for a moment before you murmur against his lips, “I swear I mean it, cross my heart and hope to die.”

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Safe

drabble - angst, hurt/comfort, protective Boba

You'll keep me safe, right?

His hand runs soothingly over your back, smooths over your hair, steadies the frantic line of your body as it shudders into him.

You'll never hurt me. Right?

You can't stop crying. It's embarrassing, it's humbling, it's awful because just when you think you're coming out of your spiral, something wicked grabs you by it's claws and drags you down again.

You'll keep me safe?

All those memories. The vulgar, shouted words confirming that you are not enough, never will be enough. The brows furrowed into angry shapes that are meant to intimidate you. They work every time. The realization that you will never be safe.

Please don't leave me.

I'll be fine soon, I'll be fine, I promise. Just please don't leave.

Don't say you're disappointed.

Even if he is, you hope he never tells you.

I just need to feel safe. I don't feel safe anymore. Promise you'll keep me safe.

There is an understanding that settles deep in his bones when sleep finally takes you and your tears dry into your cheeks. Somewhere out there is a monster, some awful thing that still lurks in the shadows of your mind when your heart is saddened and your mind weary.

He eyes the tear streaks on your skin and feels something rumble to life in his chest.

You never had to ask.

Should the galaxy ever find a way to make that monster cross his path, Boba knows what he must do. And he will not shy away from the blood that will spatter his boots. He will wear it with honor.

I will always keep you safe.

he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, smiling ruefully. “i’m not a good man.”

you sniffle, holding onto his wrist. “you’re good to me—that’s all that matters.”

"that's my girl" is one of the sweetest and cutest thing that i really want to hear, like yes i am. you're right say it again

this is a gift from god 🙏🏻🙏🏻

A Climax. A Pinnacle. A Release***

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

Hunter tells you to touch yourself. Only problem was, you find yourself calling his name. But maybe, that’s not a problem at all.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only, explicit sexual content, female solo masturbation, inexperienced virgin reader, fingering, cunnilingus, slight dom!Hunter, friends to lovers, kinda mutual pining. Basically smut without plot. Swearing. Not proofread.

authors note: this is inspired by this scene in Bridgerton. Obsessed.

The flow of conversation with Hunter always seemed to entrance you, leaving your thoughts adrift in a euphoric haze. His commanding presence was so potent that it often derailed any coherent train of thought you had at the time. However, as you observed his intense gaze fixed upon you, your mind scrambled to grasp the gravity of his words.

"So, you've never been with someone before?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, his penetrating gaze assessing you with a discerning curiosity.

Ah, yes. That was the topic under discussion—the woeful narrative of your loveless existence.

"Nah, nothing hasn't really come up before," you replied, nonchalantly shrugging, albeit struggling to ignore the sensation of his warm breath caressing your face.

Within the confined space of the Marauder's cockpit, the two of you found yourselves alone, his proximity to your own body causing your heart to race in unmistakable testament to your now growing attraction to the man. After all, how could you not find him attractive? He was always so kind and courteous to you, not to mention he was handsome. And as you looked up at him through your lashes, trying to control your breathing, you came to realise that he was very handsome. Very handsome.

"But surely, you've had experiences," he continued, his coy query accompanied by a slight tilt of his head, as though he were attempting to discern your very essence. Considering his heightened senses, you wouldn't be surprised if he sensed the flurry of your heart trying to burst out of your chest.

“Experience?" you asked innocently, your lack of romantic involvement apparent. Hunter's mouth formed a small 'o,' a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes as he absorbed the realisation of your limited encounters. However, a part of him revels in the prospect of being the one to introduce you to what you had been missing. Yet, he didn't want to overstep his bounds.

"I mean, when someone gets pleasure from another person," he clarified, his tone gentle and patient, hoping to bridge the gap between your naivety and his desire to enlighten you.

Once again, you appeared perplexed, your innocence shining through. Just how sheltered were you?

He took a deliberate step closer, causing your back to press against the ship's wall, his voice becoming hushed, intimate. "The same pleasure you experience when you touch yourself."

"I don't think I understand," you responded, a breathless sigh escaping your lips, your senses overwhelmed by his commanding presence. How could one derive pleasure from such an act of self-indulgence? You knew it happened within a relationship but by yourself? Perhaps this was something you needed to explore and research on your own.

Hunter drew in a deep breath, his voice becoming huskier. "You do touch yourself?" he asked, his words enveloping you like a whisper, his warm breath caressing your ear as he leaned in closer. "When you're alone, at night, you have the freedom to explore your body," his gaze lazily traced the contours of your figure, "anywhere that brings you pleasure."

"How?" you whispered, a wave of warmth spreading through you, a throbbing sensation pulsating at your core. It was a new feeling that threatened to weaken your knees.

"Between your legs," he responded, his voice laden with an unmistakable intensity. “Touch yourself.”

"Then what happens?" you inquired, a mix of anticipation and desire flooding your senses. Deep down, you had a feeling you already knew the answer - something you had overheard your friends talk about at one time but you craved to hear him say it, each word increasing the dampness in your panties.

"Well, you continue touching yourself until... until you reach a climax. A pinnacle. A release." He explained, his voice filled with a raw and primal allure.

The approaching footsteps shattered the intimate atmosphere, forcing both of you to quickly create distance between yourselves. "Hunter, we've received a transmission from Cid," Echo announced, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity as he glanced back and forth between the two of you. "Did I interrupt something?"

You cleared your throat, attempting to conceal the burning flush on your cheeks and the lingering arousal. "No, Hunter was just offering me some advice," you replied, your tone deliberately neutral, hoping that Echo wouldn't see through your half-truth. It wasn't entirely a lie, after all.

Echo nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation, and then let the matter drop. As Hunter followed Echo toward the rear of the ship, he paused for a moment, his gaze briefly meeting yours before he left you alone.

What just happened?

That night, as you lay in your bunk, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind, but one particular notion lingered at the forefront: Hunter's words. ‘Touch yourself’, the phrase repeated in your mind like a persistent mantra, occupying your every waking thought. Perhaps that's why, almost involuntarily, your hand found its way to your neck, fingertips delicately tracing over your skin. You fixated on the ceiling above, your breaths hushed, harmonizing with the tranquil stillness of the ship. Your hand continued its gentle exploration, gliding down from your neck to your chest, as sensations and desires intertwined in the depths of your being.

You’re wanting to take it slowly and to savor this special moment. Bringing your hand up, you gingerly trail your fingers up and down your abdomen in little lines to start. While nothing too special was happening, your core muscles tense up and a shiver ripples through your body in reaction, followed by the stiffening of your nipples. You could not help but imagine your hands belonging to someone else, causing you to have an instinctual response to moan in anticipation. The heat that was building in you ignites even more at the prospect of what is next.

‘Between your legs’ Hunter’s voice echoes in your mind once again.

Encouraged by the feeling of those slight touches, you press forward. Or rather downward. Sliding your hands down the waistband of your nightwear, over your lap and along your thighs,incrementally zeroing in on your target. With some hunger, you start by caressing the inside of each thigh, a move that causes both of your legs to tremble slightly. You’re so close to where your body is pleading for attention, but remain steadfast at taking your time to get there.

Eventually, it got too much. You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The preceding repetitions of Hunter’s voice drummed in your mind. Finally, you allow yourself to find your heat, easing in slowly. “O-oh, ohhhh,” you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed as breathless moans part your lips.

So this is what you were missing.

Despite the feeling of your thighs wanting to close, you willed them to stay apart as your fingers begin to add more pressure between your lips. Rubbing back and forth with firm strokes and pressure, you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your bed sheets start to stick to you, sweat already starting to form as you writhe under your own touch. You’re so glad the boys aren’t there to overhear your stimulation that you no longer cared how loud your whiny and wanton moans became.

As you rub your clit in loose circles, your mind goes adrift again, this time in the haze of the pleasure that is building.

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

“Hunter.”

His name parts your lips, his face being the only thing you manage as you close your eyes.

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

“Oh, f-fuck. Hunter.”

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

You ride it out slowly in ecstasy, a near siren of squeals echoing through the ship in the process. You feel the lewd sense of a trickle of your wetness rolling down your leg, sheets thrown to the floor. A result of how much the incredible sensations have shot through you.

Your body is shaking from cumming so hard in such a quick succession, legs spasming. So you lay to let it pass by, collecting your thoughts and more importantly the man who filled your thoughts.

What had he done to you? And why did you find yourself wanting to know what he could do to you?

The next day, Hunter's behavior took a sharp turn. He seemed visibly different, his jaw tightly clenched, and you often noticed him gripping the underside of his chair, holding his breath whenever you walked past him. A nagging feeling crept within you, wondering if there was an issue—perhaps an unpleasant odor emanating from you. However, you were confident in your personal hygiene, as you were the one who showered the most frequently among the crew. So it couldn't be that.

You sat across from him and his gaze bore into you with an intensity you had never witnessed before. It was mesmerising, captivating, and his eyes held a hunger that ignited a spark of recognition deep within you. If you didn't know any better, you would swear that he was aroused by your mere presence.

Locking eyes with him, you momentarily tuned out the surrounding chatter, your focus solely on the gorgeous man sitting across from you. "Is there a problem?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

He froze, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees tightly, before eventually tearing his gaze away from you with a heavy breath. "We need to talk. Alone," he replied, his words reaching your ears with just enough volume. The anticipation in your stomach surged at his request, reminding yourself that you were writhing and moaning his name just nine hours ago in your bunk.

He subtly nodded, indicating for you to follow him. You watched as he stood, tall and brooding, before disappearing towards the back of the ship.

You waited a moment, not wanting to raise any suspicions among the others, before finally standing up and discreetly following Hunter. As you made your way, you tidied up the area around you, maintaining an air of nonchalance. Eventually, you found yourself in the cargo hold, the door hissing closed behind you, sealing you in with him.

"You touched yourself last night," Hunter stated firmly, his words leaving no room for doubt. He stood in front of you, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes hungrily scanned your fully clothed form.

Taken aback by his directness and the heat arising from his intense gaze, you felt your body respond, a flush of warmth spreading through you. "H-how did you know?" you stammered, your voice betraying a mix of surprise and anticipation.

He steps towards you, slow and alluring. “I could smell your cum on your sheets.”

Embarrassed? A little. Aroused? Extremely.

Your chest rises and falls, the weight of his words intensifying the tightness within you. "You told me how to. So I did," you respond, your voice carrying a calculated nonchalance, though a subtle tremor betrays your inner excitement.

Hunter's lips curl into a genuine smile, devoid of any smugness. "And how did you feel?" His dark eyes hold yours in the dimly lit cargo hold, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a flame of desire within you. A new feeling that you couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Swallowing hard, you feel a pooling of saliva in your mouth as his presence overwhelms you. "Like I was floating," you admit, your voice laced with a mixture of awe and longing.

With another step forward, Hunter pins you against the door, his hand firmly above your head as he leans in. The magnetic pull between you becomes irresistible, and you find yourself yearning for his closeness, craving his touch. "What did you think about?" he probes, his voice laced with desire and anticipation.

"Hunter, I..." You trail off, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Though the urge to confess your thoughts screams within you, your innocence acts as a shield, momentarily silencing your desires.

"Do you want to know what I think about when I find myself alone, yearning for release?" His words flow like liquid gold, seeping into the depths of your being, melting away any inhibitions. Unable to form words, you succumb to the power of his presence, nodding in response.

"You," he declares, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

The sharp intake of breath reveals your shaken state. "Me?" you manage to utter, your voice a mere whisper.

"Yes," he confirms, his free hand delicately caressing your face, his fingers tracing the contours of your skin. His thumb glides over your lower lip, gently pulling it down, igniting a surge of anticipation. "You can not even comprehend the depth of my desires I have for you sweetheart… the way I wish I could just say what I want to do to you. But I don’t want to rob you of your innocence."

The charged atmosphere between you both crackles with an unspoken longing. A restrained passion which left you suspended in a haze of desire and risk.

This time, you take the step closer, nose just brushing against his own. “Why don’t you show me instead, Hunter?”

His eyes search yours, looking for a definitive answer if this is what you truly wanted but the scent of you was too much for him to handle and his lips were on yours.

Fiery and intense, his lips have you extracting every moan you could possess giving him that needed confidence as he pushes you back to the door with a thud. You gasp, which allowed him just enough time to dive his tongue into your mouth, collecting your whimpers of pleasure as his fingers bite into your waist.

“What if the others hear us or walk in?” You breathe through ragged breaths against his lips, melting as his surprisingly soft lips trail up your jaw and then down to your neck, sucking on the flesh to claim you in a second.

“I’ll tell them to leave.” He chuckles against your skin, vibrations shooting through you and down to your very core. The heat between your legs resurfaces, as does that familiar sensation of your panties getting damp in arousal. “You’re so beautiful.”

You gush at his words but you can’t even string a sentence together let alone a ‘thank you’ for the compliment. He goes back to kissing your lips, dominant and wanting that made your lips deliciously plump. But, his kisses are slow, dragged out as if he had been waiting for this moment ever since you boarded the ship all those months ago.

When he pulls away, he’s staring longingly in your eyes that you easily got lost in but was overcome with pleasure as you feel his hand pluck the button of your pants with just one finger. “Can I touch you?”

You nod, eagerly. “Please,” you rasp.

His hand slides down the waistband of your pants, past your panties where his fingers instantly start to collect your slick. “Maker, you’re soaked. Did I make you this wet?” His voice trembles a touch, in awe of what he could do to you in a second.

His taste buds were already dancing at the smell which is why he couldn’t help but bring his hand out your pants and start to lick his fingers slowly, all the while keeping his eyes locked on you. “You taste delicious.”

The only reply he got was a small whine as his lips came back to yours, letting you taste your own making. His hands are back in your pants and you tremble as his fingers delicately slide between your folds, caressing you before a digit starts to seep inside you.

You gasped, hips starting to involuntarily buck at the sensation. The movement and desperation doubled when he pressed his thumb upon your clit, rotating it slowly all the while his finger curled up into you. “That’s it,” Hunter rasps against your lips, “take my fingers you pretty, pretty girl. Do you like this?”

“Feels so good,” you gasp, your forehead now agaisnt his, looking down at the sight of his hands down your pants, “I - ohhh, fuck - never knew this could feel so good.” It was true. You couldn’t deny how incredible the touch of your own hand was but to feel Hunter, expertly fingerfucking you with a smooth and steady thrum was to die for.

It’s not long until he inserts an extra finger, picking up the pace as he moves inside your pussy whilst thrusting over and over. “Good girl, taking my fingers so well for me.”

Your hand covers your mouth, your cries of pleasure blocked out but it is Hunter who used his free hand to rip your hand away and tsk. “No. I want to hear you moan.” He hissed into your ear, sucking on the lobe. “So tight and wet.”

“Hunter...” You pant, your hands coming up to sit on his shoulders as his fingers hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

He continues to finger your pussy against the door, your pants having shimmied down past your thighs and knees until they look at the floor. “Can I see your pussy, sweet girl?” Hunter asks when he notices that you escaped the confines of your pants, his cock throbbing behind his clothes.

“Of course,” you whisper, gasping at the lewd sound and feeling of his fingers seeping out of your hole as he drops to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you with desire in his eyes.

Your panties are drenched, as expected, and he does the generosity of pulling them down fully until the ship's cool air hits your cunt making you shudder in anticipation.

“You have such a perfect pussy.” He purrs, returning his hand to your sex as he lets his fingers explore you as you now writhe above him.

“T-thank you,” you gush, heart fluttering at the sight of your Sergeant between your legs. Though you waited for bated breaths for his finger to probe back into you, you gasped aloud when Hunter buries his face between your legs, tongue flicking up and down at your slit. He alternates between the lick of his tongue and gentle kisses pressing to you that you just couldn’t help but bury your hand in his hair, gripping his long locks as you pulled him in closer.

“You like this, I can tell.” He cooed against you, starting to trail his tongue against your clit with a firm yet gentle stimulus.

“Please don’t stop,” you whine in ecstasy, panting harshly with your head bowed back as he continues to caress your pussy with his tongue. You worried that you were making too much noise but at the same time, you didn’t care either. Your hips rolled over his face, his nose adding that extra bit of pleasure as it bumped against your clit.

“Can’t believe I’m the first person to eat your pussy baby; hopefully I’ll be the last too.”

With a particularly hard swipe on your clit minutes later, you careened into an orgasm more powerful than you could ever imagine. “That’s it baby, cum on my tongue.” He groans in pure delight, your juices sloshing his face and lips as your knees spasm before you.

“H-H-Hunter, fuck.” You whimper, shaking at the release he gave you. You feared you were to fall to the ground but as Hunter stands, wiping his mouth, he secures you into his arms and brings you closer.

“I’ve got you, darling. You did so well for me.”

You breathed heavily into his chest, eyes closed as a sudden wave of tiredness washes over you. He scoops you into his arms, carrying you towards one of the weapon crates and sits you on top of it before going to retrieve your pants. He’s gentle, sliding your clothes back on and then placing a kiss to your head. “Beautiful girl, do you want to know what else I could do to you?”

Yes, yes you fucking did.

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You’re under him getting your insides rearranged when you feel his hand slither up your body. His rough skin caresses yours with the touch of almost an entirely different person, slowly trailing up your body until he interlocks your fingers together and stills there, a grunt leaving his parted lips.

The way your eyes open in shock isn't intentional. No, really, you swear it isn't. You're just taken by surprise, is all. You know he's not having a good day, and judging by the pent-up way he takes you after a week of separation, probably not having a good week either.

Crosshair slowly starts moving again, dark and louder grunts escaping his closed mouth with each jerk that sends your chin dipping up and eyes rolling back again. It's dizzying how he anchors both of you with where your hands meet and hold each other; you want to gaze toward them, look at him and see if he's looking at the connection but his thrusts are making it too damn hard.

Instead, you just squeeze his hand softly with a small whine. And he stops completely. For a moment you're scared he's not breathing. But then he exhales a heavy sigh, letting his body fall onto yours completely. You gasp slightly, almost feeling suffocated, but as he adjusts to rest the side of his face beside you, kissing your temple softly and rocking his hips again, you're pleasantly surprised at how smothered you feel, in the best way possible.

Then, he squeezes your hand, tight, and continues working at his pleasure without any regard for you (Not that you really mind, you already came from his fingers alone). But he's so oddly gentle, sort of intimate, fucking you almost like a lover instead of a release he always seems to take from you greedily.

You decide to tease him a little. With a small smile playing across your lips, you turn and whisper to him,

"Going soft on me?"

The loudest noise comes out of him today; a surprised, yet delighted chuckle as he chuckles his head and squeezes your hand again, using the other to grip your waist and readjust you softly. He looks into your eyes, and you swear if you could turn his irises into something touchable you would sink right in `cause you have never seen him looking so delicately ready to break.

"Don't even dare suggest it," He barks with no bite. You just roll your eyes and take your free hand, wrapping it around his neck and bringing him down for a kiss. You won't, because if you call it out too much he'll stop immediately and you'll never get it back again. And you think you like this part of Crosshair.

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kit @corvod I need you to know that this quote with Cody of all people really altered my brain chemistry. I hope you enjoy this lil spicy morsel! prompt is in orange this time!

word count: 621 (my hand slipped, but I caught it)

warnings: unprotected piv sex, biting, the world’s shortest predator/prey chase, Cody being Cody, MINORS DNI

dividers by the homie @dystopicjumpsuit

Cody was the patient one from his batch. No one knew that necessarily because no one ever tested his patience. His orders were followed immediately without question by everyone under his command. Even your natural aversion to authority didn’t make you immune to Cody’s will. He spoke, you listened. He said jump, you said how high?

Inversely, Cody respected your position as a medical officer, and didn’t give you shit when you laid out a treatment plan. This typically made both of your lives far easier than they had any right to be given that you were usually in active war zones.

So the current standoff between the two of you was fully uncharted territory. You’d given your orders as the medical authority aboard the *Negotiator* and Cody had less than respectfully declined.

Your eyebrows shot up, accompanied by several confused blinks.

“Excuse me?” you asked, as though you hadn’t heard him properly.

“I have shit to do, saraad,” He replied, picking up his helmet from the side table. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Yes, you do have shit to do…following my orders,” you said, eyes darting towards the helmet. It was a split second decision to snatch the bucket right out of his hands.

Cody’s eyes widened in utter shock before narrowing dangerously.

“I give you a lot of leeway because you’re good at what you do, and you fuck like an angel.” His voice was low, calm, and steady. “Don’t let that go to your head and get you in trouble.”

He held his hand out for his helmet, but you clutched it to your chest, your chin raised defiantly. The marshal commander released a humorless laugh, and took a step towards you.

Fear and arousal jockeyed for position, and ultimately settled side by side low in your belly, as you took a step back.

You made to exit the medbay with the stolen equipment, but Cody was like lightning. One powerful arm looped tightly around your waist, holding you against his armored chest, while his free hand easily tugged his helmet right out of your grip, tossing it onto the table once more.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered nervously.

“Oh fuck is right,” he replied, spinning you around to face him.

In 2 minutes and 30 seconds, Cody had you naked and riding him on top of a crate in the supply closet. Your soft body would bear marks from the unyielding plastoid, and his iron grip for days.

“Can’t believe you had the balls to challenge me,” he groaned against your neck, as you rolled your hips against him.

“You fucking deserved it,” you replied, turning your head to bite him just below his jaw.

His grip tightened, and he pulled your hips flush against his.

“Who do you think you are?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Your saraad,” you said, stealing a kiss, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His cock twitched inside you, eliciting a surprised hum from you.

“Say that again,” he ordered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Commander.”

“Fuck, I like hearing that. Almost too much.”

“It’s true. I’m yours.” Again you could feel his cock jump at your words. “That really does make you hard. I can feel you pulsing inside me.”

“Careful, or I’ll fill that pretty little mouth of yours next.”

“I thought you had things to do,” you moaned, as he adjusted his hold on you to drive the head of his cock into the sensitive place inside you, that had your head spinning.

“Making you come for me was already on the list,” he said, as his nimble fingers found your clit, driving all thoughts beyond your impending orgasm right out of your head.

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 1:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Jealousy. Brief mention of blood. Canon violence.

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You couldn't even look at her.

That thought alone made you sick to your stomach. The fact that you couldn't bear to look at a woman simply because she was interested in the same man that you were, made you want to cry.

Am I really that shallow? You thought bitterly as you slammed the hydrospanner into the damaged component of the landing gear you’d been trying to dislodge.

I can’t believe I was so stupid! You jammed the point of the tool violently into a crack, trying to pry it out. Of course he’d go for her. She was prettier than you - funnier too.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

Hunter is his own man. He likes someone else. Not a big deal.

Except for some reason, judging by the heavy ache in your chest, it was a big deal, no matter how much you tried to fool yourself into thinking that everything was fine.

The landing gear piece was still stuck fast. You set down the hydrospanner and picked up the plasma cutter.

This better kriffing work or I’ll have Tech up my ass for a month about it. Not to mention having to tell Hunter that I broke the ship. Again.

You ran your fingers over the healing scar on your cheek and looked at the carbon scoring around the piece that stuck fast, fused in place by laser fire.

A smile made its way across your face as you remembered how it all happened. You were providing cover fire so they'd have time to escape - more exposed than you'd like to be, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle - until a stray shot hit the ship at just the right angle.

Hunter had tackled you to the ground, shielding you from the blast with his own body.

Despite the chaos around you, being in his arms felt safe.

“Don’t ever do that again!” It was meant to be an order but it felt different than any of the others he’d given over the past year. The way he’d taken your face into his hands, carefully examining the small, insignificant wound on your cheek. His face was unreadable but as you’d looked closer, his eyes were a whirlwind of relief that you hadn’t been hurt worse. There was something else there too - something that fed the hope hidden away in your core that your feelings toward him were reciprocated. He’d kept his hand on your arm as you stood up. They were strong, steady hands that kept you warm and stayed on your arm seconds longer than the moment demanded.

But then you’d found him in a closet with Phee’s sister only hours later at Cid’s parlour.

I’m so stupid. How could I have read him so wrong? What made me think I’d ever have a chance with a man like Hunter? You shook your head, angry at yourself for letting your guard down. For the first time since the beginning of the Clone Wars, you’d felt alive in a way that didn’t involve throwing yourself into violently dangerous situations. You felt at home with this band of misfit clones. You had finally allowed yourself to feel and acknowledge the emotions that came with it. Now you remembered why you hadn’t done that before. It was stupid and you would make sure that it wouldn’t happen again.

Finishing with the plasma cutter, you brought a wrench down hard with a loud clang. The piece barely moved an inch and you threw the tool down with a frustrated groan.

“You okay over there?” Phee poked her head around the corner, eyebrow raised.

“I’m good!” You grinned, hoping the faux smile would keep her from asking anymore questions. “Just trying to get this stubborn kriffing piece out so Tech can replace it when he gets back.”

Phee chuckled as you glared at the offending part. She walked over to the side of the ship, looking up and down at the stripped landing gear.

“Damn… what’d you guys get into this time?”

It was your turn to chuckle, grateful for the distraction from your spiraling negativity.

“That is a very complicated story,” Tech answered for you as he rounded the corner, “However, I do not currently have the time to tell it. We have another mission from Cid and should be leaving as soon as we’ve made our repairs.”

Good, you thought. Another mission might be just what you needed to get out of your head and back into the groove of things. Back to normal.

Tech stopped next to Phee in front of the landing gear, surveying the mess of tools and ship components. He frowned. “Although, it seems as though that may take a bit longer than I originally thought.”

He grabbed the hydrospanner from the ground by your feet and began prying at the piece you’d been working on. “I will fix this. You pick up the tools and get that carbon scoring off of those panels.”

Phee grinned as she began helping you scrape. “I love it when you get all bossy like that, Brown-Eyes.”

Tech’s cheeks darkened, the only indicator that he’d heard her at all.

You smirked. Tech and Phee were so different from each other. Her carefree sense of adventure and aptitude for playing fast and loose with the rules seemed opposite to Tech’s academic personality and rigid structure. But despite their differences, they seemed to bond over an innate sense of curiosity and wonder. They belonged together.

Like Hunter and I should be, you thought bitterly.

The silence that fell on the group as you worked was deafening. Every so often you caught Phee pausing to watch as Tech worked his magic with the repairs.

Tech remained oblivious, but found himself sending subtle glances towards her as she worked. Every glance felt like daggers through your chest. A reminder of what could have been yours.

“How’s it looking, Tech?” Hunter walked around the corner, setting a crate of explosives down for Wrecker to load onto the ship.

The knife you’d been using to scrape the panel suddenly felt heavy and clumsy in your hand. It slipped through your fingers as you frantically tried to catch it but failed as it hit the ground with a dull thud.

You gasped as a thin line of blood blossomed across your pointer finger and the palm of your hand.

“Kriff!” you grumbled under your breath. Hunter stepped forward quickly only to be intercepted by Phee who grabbed your injured hand, inspecting it.

“Eh, you’re fine,” she pulled a bacta patch from her pocket, quickly wrapping the injury as though she’d done it more than her fair share of times. “Be more careful with that next time,” she chided. You looked up expecting to see Hunter but he was gone.

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our little secret - Crosshair x fem!reader

summary; you're in a secret relationship with pre order 66 crosshair —sfw.

You were caught between a rock and a hard place.

More accurately, you were caught in Crosshair's arms, and time was ticking. Although your heart was pumping anxiety throughout your bloodstream, it was no match for the feeling of Crosshair's chin resting on your shoulder.

Hands braced lightly on the forearms wrapped around your upper body, you leaned back on your heels, Crosshair's chest armor coming in contact with your back. Crosshair seized the opportunity and kissed your cheek, though it felt like a playful bite on the ramus of your jaw.

The moment was fleeting as it always was. You had no time to laugh, no time to squeeze the arms around you as a token of your own affection.

A cool breeze eventually replaced Crosshair's arms as you both were separated now, facing one another. A mutated clone and a jedi—an unrevealed secret, nothing more and nothing less.

"Are you ever going to be nice to them?"

He grunted. "When have you ever known me to be nice?"

He had a point. His default stoic and grumpy nature was what had intrigued you from the beginning. Combine that with his unparalleled accuracy for his targets and his unwavering skill of being able to pull the trigger without guilt. Sometimes you wondered if Crosshair would've been a better jedi than you.

"I'm just saying," you said with a shrug, arms folding across your chest. "Must you refer to them as "regs"?"

"Yes," he said, his hands falling at his sides as if it were obvious.

"You're unbelievable," you said, earning a light scoff from Crosshair.

It was playful banter such as this that had started your secret relationship in the first place.

"And you're too nice," he shot back, a smirk appearing on his lips.

"As if acting like a brute has gotten you anywhere."

Crosshair slumped against the wall and inconspicuously produced a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips. Effortlessly the pick migrated to the corner of his mouth.

"It's gotten me with you, hasn't it?" He crossed his arms then, mimicking your stance with a playfully, quizzical brow.

Miffed, you pressed your lips together into a straight line. Mere seconds passed by, but your tongue couldn't conjure up a creative comeback—a plethora of words to seal his fate. Instead, Crosshair took it upon himself to call this conversation adjourned.

"Cheer up, y/n," he said, pushing off the wall. His thumb and forefinger nipped at your chin, unknowingly causing you to look up at his arrogant eyes. You pursed your lips, biting back a smile of your own. "I'll let you win next time."

With the battle of words over, Crosshair dropped his arm at his side, nodded once, before walking past you in victory.

Left to your own devices, you watched as he disappeared around the corner to find his brothers. You were left in the corridor by yourself, flustered and frustrated that the infamous Crosshair had left you speechless with the harsh truth.

A Lesson (To Both of Us)

Pairing: Crosshair x Gender-Neutral Reader Summary: Crosshair decides to play games on you while teaching you how to snipe, but his plan quickly backfires. Word Count: 1,024 Tags: Crosshair teasing you, unresolved sexual tension, this isn't smut but it's somewhat spicey, wrote this with clone wars Crosshair in mind but imagine whatever era you want!! there is eventual fluff!! Notes: this is my FIRST X READER EVER, so if it's not good please bear with me!! crosshair enjoyers you deserve the world so i hope yall enjoy this

“I just don’t think this is in the cards for me.” You groaned. You stood in the training range with Crosshair's firearm, surprised he even allowed you to use it, even with his surveillance. While you had fired some rounds on the target, the gun grew too heavy and caused discomfort in your shoulders. You had no idea how he did this for a living. Crosshair groaned and used his leg as momentum to rise off the wall he was leaning against.

“So dramatic.” Crosshair remarked as he approached you. Before speaking, his augmented eyes scanned you up and down. It felt like a perfect circumstance for him to test the waters. The stage was set and the fruit was ripe for the taking.

“You’re in the wrong position.” He stated. Your neck was too far forward, straining your muscles, your legs were too close together, and your arms should exchange positions. You felt your breath hitch at the statement, but you attempted to ignore your filthy mind. Crosshair caught your chest stutter and cracked a grin.

“You’re too tense,” he added. “You need to loosen up.”

“Okay… mind showing me, wise one?” You joked, attempting to conceal the fact that your heart was pounding just from hearing his voice. But Crosshair wasn't dumb. He knew just how his voice affected you. He decided to add fuel to the fire. He threw his toothpick aside before getting to work.

“You need to spread your legs.” He drew back, keeping his gaze fixed on your face to watch how you reacted, whether you enjoyed this. If he detected any uncomfortable body language, he would stop instantly.

Luckily for him, he noticed your throat bob as you swallowed spit. Your legs separated, and you assumed a more solid stance. He observed you intently as you were doing so.

“How’s this? This alright?” You searched for more confirmation. He spotted a window of opportunity. He gave you a quick once-over before starting.

“Mind if I… show you?” He inquired before figuratively taking his shot. You finally shifted your attention to him, relaxing your grasp on the rifle for a moment. You took in his small grin and exhaled. You were curious about where he was headed with this.

“Of course.”

Crosshair's eyes shimmered with hunger.

He approached you from behind, pressing his armored chest against your unarmored but clothed back. He took his hands and placed them upon yours, guiding your hands to the appropriate positions. He focused his gaze just past your left ear. His breath fanned over your ear, and you continued to breathe deeply but sought to mask it.

“Much better now, isn’t it?” Crosshair asked smoothly, feeling your hands tremble beneath his.

“Y–Yeah. Lots. Feels amazing.” You tried lightly teasing back. He chuckled before speaking.

“Now, take a look around. Are you vulnerable?” He inquired as he felt your back compress against his chest and swell with every breath you took.

You certainly felt vulnerable. It was unexpected for Crosshair to be so close to you, yet it turned out to be one of the most outstanding experiences of your existence. The sunset made the most beautiful swirl of hues in the sky, and normally, you would take it in and appreciate it, but there's nothing quite like the sensation of having Crosshair against you.

However, it's important to note that his question was simply, are you a current target?

“N–No, uh… I don’t see anyone aiming at me.” You stated.

“Mm-hmm.” He rumbled into your ear, and your legs nearly buckled at the sound. For what amount of time would he continue to pursue this? How much more of you crumbling did he need to see before he was satisfied? Before you further spiraled into your thoughts, you heard Crosshair inhale to say his next words of wisdom.

“Try taking another shot for me.”

For him. For him. The words rang in your brain as you gently placed your finger over the trigger. He was whispering in your ear– right in the open for everyone to see. It drove you crazy. It was your primary motive for shooting the objective. You inhaled before pulling the trigger and giving it hell.

You blasted a straight shot to the target's forehead.

Despite your distraction from Crosshair, you felt quite proud of yourself and puffed out a little chuckle. However, you remained still since Crosshair remained motionless as well.

“Very good.” Crosshair purred in your ear, his tone dulcet as honey.

You couldn’t hold back the whimper that manifested after he said that. It was quiet, but Crosshair still picked up on it. Like he always did. Like he always would. You gathered yourself together, stepped away from him, and looked upward at his face. He also took a step back, allowing you some room.

You couldn't help but reflect carefully on everything as you took in the atmosphere. You trained with the guidance of Crosshair. It was unknown to you if it was for his own pleasure, but as soon as you realized the magnitude of the situation, a smile spread across your face. 

“It was all thanks to you,” You said softly. Even though he riled you up, you were honored that he trained you how to snipe. Crosshair’s sharp demeanor slowly dropped, shocked at your genuine gratitude. When he saw your grin, he didn't know why blood shot to his brain and caused dizziness. It frustrated him as he began to feel overwhelmed. The fact that your enchanting grin was the only thing on his mind just made him angrier.

You held the weapon out for him to take back. He looked down at your hands on his rifle and saw how soft they were in comparison to his. After taking the gun, he broke eye contact and turned around so his back was to you. He chose to dismiss any other possibilities as the source of his condition and put the blame entirely on being ill. Despite his lingering fear that it wasn't what it was.

“Don’t mention it.” Crosshair said sheepishly, struggling to ignore the warm sensation inside his chest.

Just One Date

Summary: You're a Military Doctor attached to the 212, and you've come to consider Commander Cody as a friend. Turns out, that he sees you a little bit more.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1333

Warnings: Cody makes suggestive jokes, and gets whacked with pillows and has a hand slapped over his mouth for it.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: HAPPY 2224 Day! I came up with this idea at 5:30 this morning when I originally woke up and when I remembered what today was. There might, possibly, be a sequel where the date actually happens. It depends on people's reactions to this one.

You’ve been a civilian employee to the GAR since you were old enough to enlist. The military wasn’t exactly your “dream” career, but it got you away from your incredibly toxic family, and it paid you to go to medical school.

And, really, at the time the odds of there actually being a war was slim to non-existent.

Jokes on you, the war started 6 months after you graduated and you found yourself bouncing from military base to military base, before finally getting assigned to The Negotiator, under General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody.

The Commander is everything you’ve ever wanted in a Senior Officer, respectful and professional when the situation calls for it, but more than happy to share jokes with you when you’re not working.

The General, however, is a walking migraine.

At this point, you’re beginning to think that your job would be easier if you were assigned to literally any other battalion.

“General Kenobi,” You say as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Did you, perhaps, skip your basic first aid lessons as a child?”

Helix, working on Commander Cody at the bed behind you, doesn’t bother to muffle his laughter, but you tune him out with the ease of long practice, instead pinning your General with an accusing glare.

“Well,” General Kenobi rubs his chin thoughtfully, “I was a very busy padawan-”

“So, perhaps, you skipped the basic first aid classes that say when you get stabbed, do not remove the stabbing implement?” You interrupt.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I skipped the lessons-” He demures.

“And your reasoning for ignoring Commander Cody’s very reasonable order to not remove the knife from your thigh?” You ask.

“...uh…I was in shock?”

You smile. It’s a nice smile, and you’re pleased to see General Kenobi slump on the hospital bed, “Well, since you ignored your Commander’s very reasonable, and correct, order. You’re going to spend the next three days in a bacta tank.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to use bacta tanks as a punishment.” General Kenobi says thoughtfully.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to argue with me.” You counter with a roll of your eyes. “Relax, General. It’s not a punishment. You’re more injured than you look. And maybe you can get some sleep if I drug you enough.”

General Kenobi sputters, “Commander! Are you hearing this?”

“Hm? What? I’m not listening.” Cody says with a sly smirk.

“Well, there you have it. The Commander’s on my side.” You say brightly, as you spin to grab a syringe of the sedative that was especially formulated for Jedi. “Good night, General.”

“This is mutiny,” General Kenobi says with a frown.

“Yes, yes. I know.” You inject the liquid into his IV, “We’ll see you in a couple of days.” The older man slowly drifts off to sleep, and you pass the General over to the men who can get him into a bacta tank easier than you.

And then you spin on your heel and move over to Commander Cody, who’s laying on his hospital bed very peacefully, a small grin playing on his lips. “What’s wrong with you?” You ask, as you grab his file and scan it.

“Well, I was blown up, mesh’la.” Commander Cody says blandly.

“Well, that was silly of you. Why would you do something like that?”

“I woke up this morning and thought, ‘how can I make my medics pull their hair out today?’ and decided that getting blown up was the best way to go about it.”

You smother your laugh and glance at him, “One of these days Helix is actually going to kill you.”

“But you’ll protect me won’t you?”

“Of course.” You wink at him, “Everyone knows I’m the scary one.” You scan his record for a moment, and then favor him with a smile, “Aside from some bumps and bruises, you look totally fine.”

He grins at you, “So you like how I look, do you?”

You sigh, “Commander, that joke got old within a week of working with any of you.”

Cody just laughs and sits up, “Come on, Doc. I won’t tell. We both know that I’m the most handsome.”

“One of these days,” You counter as you set your hands on your hips, “I’m going to buy a box of chocolates and address it to ‘the most handsome man in the 212’ just to see who wins.”

“Aww, mesh’la, you don’t have to buy me chocolates.”

“Ooh, someone’s cocky.”

“You have no idea.” He flashes a boyish grin, “I could show you, if you like.”

You squint at him, “What?”

“Just how cocky I am.” Cody clarifies with a sly grin.

Your jaw drops and your face burns, before you grab the thin pillow and smack him with it, “Behave!”

Cody laughs, as he fends off the pillow, “What? I just repeated what you said. It’s not my fault that your brain lives in the gutter.”

“Rude. Rude!” You huff, “I changed my mind, I’m not going to protect you from Helix. RIP Commander Cody. I knew you well.”

“C’mon mesh’la,” He teases, “Having a dirty mind is a boon. Well, I think. Especially if it’s dirty about me.” Cody reaches out and lightly grips your hips, tugging you closer.

You scowl at him, though it’s really more of a pout, “You know, there are almost 2 million men identical to you-”

“Yeah, yeah. But you don’t have dirty thoughts about them.” Cody replies confidently.

“You’re so sure of that?”

“Yup.”

You shake your head, “Come on, Commander. You’re hardly a mind-reader.”

“I don’t have to be. I see how you look at me.” He says with a smirk.

“And how do I look at you?” You ask sarcastically.

Cody’s smirk grows into an amused grin, “Like you wanna drag me into a supply closet and ri-” You slam your hands over his mouth.

“Okay! Thank you!” You yelp, your face burning. “Why do people think you’re the mature one?” You bemoan.

“Because I play the part well,” He says smugly, his voice muffled by your hand. 

“Can I remove my hand or are you still going to try and embarrass me?” You ask.

“I like it when you get all embarrassed, it’s cute.” Cody replies before he pulls your hands away from his mouth, and then presses them to the bed next to him without releasing them.

“Hm, you seem to have forgotten to release my hands.” You say dryly.

“I didn’t forget. I did it on purpose.” He says, his dark eyes scanning your face.

“And why would you do that?”

“Go on a date with me.” Cody says.

You blink at him, startled. “I beg your pardon?”

“One date,” He clarifies, “That’s all I’m asking for.”

“Commander-”

“Cody.” He interrupts, his gaze serious, “One night. Let me show you how good we could be together.”

You avert your gaze for a second, and you know that he can feel your heart racing with how he’s holding your hands still. “Commander, we’re not going to be returning to Coruscant for several months-”

“Cody, and I don’t care. I can woo you even on the Negotiator. Give me a chance.”

“And if we don’t go well together at the end of the night? What then?”

“We’re going to be great,” Cody counters, “But, if,” He rolls his eyes, “For some reason, we don’t work out, then nothing will change.”

“Com-”

He tugs your wrists so that you topple against him, “Cody. My name isn’t that hard, is it?”

“...Cody.” You finally say with a sigh, though there’s a small smile playing on your lips, “I suppose, since you’re so eager, I can agree to a single night.”

“There's going to be more than one.” Cody says confidently. 

You hum thoughtfully, “Prove it.”

He grins at you boyishly, “I can do that. I already have the whole thing planned.”

“...How?” You ask, exasperated.

“I’m very good at what I do.” He replies smugly.

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“Crosshair, you–fuck.”

“Something to say, pretty thing?”

You’re up against a wall. The wall just off the entrance to your apartment, in fact. Crosshair had barely given you a warning, simple regard, or even a hello, before he kissed you and pushed at your chest, caging you in between two hands and wedging one leg between yours. Perhaps you deserve this, though, for always lending him the gratification of sex whenever he so needed you carnally. Now he feels entitled to just take without giving you common decency.

“You haven’t even said hello,” You finish your thought while he softly kisses your neck, hands trailing your curves without much focus. He lingers on one spot and decides to suck, leaving what you know to be a love bite as he pulls away and runs the top of his teeth over it in an act of possession.

“Hm, I didn’t?” He says in such a faux-oblivious tone you want to slap him. “My apologies, your worship.” He pulls away for a split second and flashes you a smile, a smirk, really, something so silver-slick and smug you huff under your breath. “Hello.”

You roll your eyes, but let him go back to kissing down your neck. His hands wander again, playing with the hem of your shorts, back and forth without venturing further.

“How was your day?” Crosshair asks you. Something in you knows it’s not very genuine, but you decide to indulge in an imaginary world where Crosshair actually cares for you and your life.

“Good,” You respond, a little breathier and high-pitched than you intended. “I uh–” His hand slips past your shorts, cold fingers inching up your bare skin. You hold back a moan. “--started a new job today.”

“You seem more sensitive than usual,” He completely disregards what you’re saying and jumps to the case, snapping the band of your panties against your skin. To no surprise from either of you, your body squirms and aches to reach out of his grasp and catch your bearings, but it’s far too late for that.

“I think I’m–” You begin, but quickly stop yourself purposefully. Your mind races through your options, to tell him you’re ovulating and definitely need him way too bad right now, or play the game of a brat. You stir in the gray as he holds you in this moment. He leaves another lovebite on your collarbone, slowly rubbing his fingers through your panties, and you heave, shoulders falling and head lolling back. 

“Fuck you, Crosshair.” 

It really was meant to sound more annoyed than it did. Really.

“Hm, I thought I was doing that,” He responds as slick as you didn’t want him to be. Your body shivers pleasantly, but your mind screams. How dare you let him win.

Crosshair’s hands slip past your panties, rubbing a single finger past the folds of your pussy, and your head falls back again; you manage to contain a moan, but your body language tells him all he needs to know to make you fall apart nice and good.

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Please write a Crosshair +"Someone discovers they actually really love a good, long, soft and sensual lovemaking when they’ve always thought they just wanted it rough."

I don’t think I quite nailed the vibe off the prompt. So I’m not thoroughly pleased with this one. But I hope it’s enjoyable regardless, because soft Crosshair is always delicious. 😜 xoxo

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Content: sexy time, lots of kissin, blow job, unprotected p in v, aftercare. 💕

You were mentally preparing already. It had been a tedious, unfathomably long couple of weeks for your sniper, and you were looking forward to spending the next few days with absolutely nothing to do. Well, except the fiery, organ-rearranging sex that you looked forward to when he returned from long missions. You’d both discovered that you had a particular taste for passion of a rougher variety, and as your relationship had progressed, you’d both developed a comfort and trust to explore and enjoy that area fully. You’d already pounded a Red Shaak in preparation, right before dinner, so that the caffeine stimulant would be raging through your system by the time he arrived.

But when he came through the door, you could feel something was different. His demeanor, his energy, his expression… It all spoke of a weight that rested heavily on his thin yet strong shoulders. As he dropped his gear in the entryway closet, shutting the door as though he didn’t want to see it again, you found yourself full of questions. However, this wasn’t your first rodeo, and you knew to give him space.

So it surprised you yet again when he joined you on the couch, flopping onto it with an uncharacteristic sloppiness that was a stark contrast to his usual smooth agility. You snuggled up beside him immediately, trying not to focus on all the smells of a long day that lingered on his clothing and skin, instead relishing the sound of his steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest beneath your hand.

“Don’t even ask,” he grumbled, sparking a smile on your face.

“Wasn’t going to,” you answered quietly, idly tracing a circle on his sternum with a few fingers. “I’m just glad you’re home. The refresher sink isn’t going to fix itself, you know…”

“You’ve got to be kidding--”

“Of course I am,” you laughed, hearing the vitriol in his voice release with a hissed exhale as he relaxed into your humor. “I had it fixed this week.”

“Hmm,” was as close of a ‘thank you’ as you’d expect to receive, so you fell silent with him for a few more moments, staring at the dark screen on the wall, surrounded by various plants and mementos of your time together.

“Hey,” you began, lifting yourself up to look at him. The way the light caught the dark flecks in his rich brown eyes still captivated you, and you felt your heart swelling in your chest. “Why don’t you take a shower and meet me in our room…”

He sighed, leaning his head on the armrest beside him, “If I have to.”

You smiled, placing a brief kiss on his salty forehead.

* * *

The scent of your favorite body wash accompanied his presence as he climbed into bed next to you. It was a significant improvement, as was the softness of his skin and the lack of clothing. He rolled to face you with what sounded like a sigh, and you could have sworn he was trying to psych himself up. Again, just something about his demeanor… But you were glad, because you had other plans for tonight.

“You ready for this?” you asked with a gleam in your eye. The request was usually met with some snide remark and a darkened gaze from him before he began to devour you with his ardent desire.

“I… ah…” he faltered, eyes heavily lidded as he looked down at the bed, almost as if his words pained him. You hoped you were reading it all correctly, because it would be a massive miscommunication if not. But you had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t be one to confess a need for simple cuddling and soft intimacy.

“Could we try something a little different tonight?” you asked, his confusion illustrated as his sharp brows drew together above his piercing stare. “Just a little more… low key? Lazy? Maybe even… dare I say… romantic?” Your words were laced with humor, much like a sweet treat that one would wrap around a sour pill to make it easier to swallow.

“Been watching those cheesy holofilms again?” he poked, but you could feel a relief beneath it all.

“You were gone too long this time,” you teased, sitting up on your elbow and gently pushing him. “Indulge me…” He didn’t resist, instead relaxing onto his back with his arms tucked behind his head. You loved the way it made his biceps curve, framing his face that held so much beneath a bulletproof exterior. It felt like a bit of a risk, putting yourself out there this way, because you weren’t sure you could lightly deflect any sarcastic jab or negative remark. But it was worth it, if your suspicions were correct.

You leaned in to kiss him, starting with his cheek and shifting your weight over him a little more. One arm held you up while the other cupped his face with an adoring thumb tracing his cheekbone. Your lips made their way to his forehead, then down to his mouth, where you pressed them against his. You let out a tiny sigh, taking your time to kiss him again and again, tilting your head, gently sucking a lip, flicking your tongue across his. The intensity was building but the pace remained steady. His hands found their way around you, one firmly resting on the small of your back while the other massaged your shoulder.

The kisses could have lasted all night and you would have been content. It was so different to feel him this way, calm and patient, almost resigned to allow himself to bask in your affection. It was thrilling and soothing at the same time, as you pulled back from his lips to lavish attention on his throat, trailing gentle kisses from his jawbone to the curve of his neck meeting his shoulder. A swift movement brought you to straddle his hips, sitting up in all your naked glory and settling your weight carefully over his length. He let out an exhale at the pressure of your heat against him, and you bent over, caressing his chest and shoulders while peppering kisses across them.

“You are so kriffin’ sexy,” you murmured against his skin, raking your nails down with a little more firmness before lightening up again. “You don’t even have any idea, do you?”

“I suppose I could use a reminder,” he crooned, and you smiled into his neck as you nipped at his pulse.

Weaving your way down his torso, you settled yourself between his legs, arms stretched out across him as though you didn’t want to take your hands off for one second. You finally released, gripping a thigh with a worshipful hand as you brushed your mouth along the inside, sending a shiver up his spine. As you reached the center, you dragged the flat of your tongue along his cock, which twitched against your lips.

Fingers wrapped gently around the base, you toyed with the tip, taking it just inside your lips, and then popping off with a small smile. You licked up and down, one side and then the other, while your hand moved to cup his balls. He groaned, hips bucking toward you as his hands searched for purchase amid your hair and the sheets.

When you finally took the whole thing inside your mouth, sliding slowly down and extending your tongue, he inhaled sharply, muscles tensing as you sucked your way back up. It was hard for you to be patient as you gently bobbed your head up and down, enhancing the pressure of your mouth with the strokes of your hand. Finally, you set up, lavishing it with a few last twisted strokes of your hand.

“I want you on top of me. Please,” you said, rolling onto your back as he immediately complied. He was picking up on your energy, slithering his body across yours to ensure every inch of skin was touching. He was warm and smooth, resting his chest carefully on you as he entwined his fingers with yours on either side of your head. “Yesss,” you breathed as he pressed his cock against your folds, sliding tantalizingly forward and back a bit as he leaned his forehead against yours. His eyes were tightly shut, lower lip clasped in his teeth, and you wrapped your legs around him, opening yourself up and pulling him closer.

He held himself up with one hand as the other stroked down your side, grasping your hip with a gentle firmness. It was all so incredibly intimate — his hands, his head against yours, his warm form entwined with yours. He pushed against you again, making a delicious mess with your arousal and making you ache for him to fill you. A tilt of your hips and a tip off your chin brought him to your opening as your lips met his, and with a tender kiss, he sank into you.

He pulled his face away, resting to the side as he savored your tight walls and supple curves. When he finally began rocking, ever so carefully, your noises began to grow in volume and intensity. You caressed his back, memorizing every scar and muscle as he moved against you. It was intoxicating, the way he would pull almost all the way out before easing back in.

“That’s so good,” you whispered, gasping quietly as he sat up a bit, cupping the back of your neck with a strong hand and cradling your head against his bicep. You buried your face in his arm, relishing his strength and softness, and moaned his praises as he dragged his cock along your walls. He was a building wave, powerful and beautiful, holding you and thrusting with increasing tempo. The sound of his groans in your ear, the scent of his breath so close, the fullness of his presence… It felt as though you were drowning in him… in the best way.

“Why don’t we move so you can—“ he began, but you held him tightly as you interrupted.

“I want you like this. It’s so amazing,” you murmured against his cheek. “Keep going.” Your tone had an edge of begging to it, and when you pulled him in for another passionate kiss, he was convinced. You were writhing beneath him now, tilting your hips to angle him perfectly as a cascade of incoherent encouragement fell from your lips. He was vocal himself, and the sounds of him falling apart inside of you were unfathomably sexy.

As his hips slapped against yours, hands and arms and legs all tightly entwined in a passionate embrace, his climax rocked through him as he sank into you again and again. His warm spill accompanied his slowing pace, as he drew out every last wave of pleasure, pulsing within until he came to a rest. Even that was deeply satisfying — his slightly damp body draped over yours, heavy breathing attempting to calm his racing heart, and the connection of him still inside. You caressed the back of his head, the other hand resting on the small of his back.

“I love you,” you whispered against his cheek, and he roused himself to meet your gaze. His eyes were dark in the evening glow, but the affection and gratitude were unmistakable. He kissed your forehead, lifting up to slide himself out of you and cuddling up beside you instead.

“You’re alright,” he answered, cheeks curving into a smile as you laughed and smacked his arm.

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Poisonous Thoughts***

The Bad Batch PROMPT EVENT

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

prompts:

Person A: go fuck yourself

Person B: fuck me yourself, you coward.

With your relationship already on the rocks, Crosshair’s jealousy about your friendship with Howzer only adds fuel to the fire.

warnings: NSFW, 18+. sexual themes and explicit language. Jealous Crosshair, name calling, angsty, slight spoilers for episodes 6&7, implied blowjobs, mutual pining, first kiss, enemies to friends to friends to enemies to enemies to lovers. This was pretty bad and messy and all over the place. Order 66 mention.

authors note: part of the TBB PROMPT EVENT by @arctrooper69, @dumfanting & @freesia-writes. Thanks for the tag 🤍 and seeing as most people wanted me to write for Crosshair in my last poll it seems only fitting to do this!

Your relationship with Crosshair was chaotic, to say the least.

From initial animosity to a begrudging tolerance, and finally to friendship within a span of a few months, you found yourself developing a deep emotional connection with the Marksman. A very deep one. He was the kind of person who you would search for in a crowded room, wanting him to get you away from it all.

Your feelings for him left you in a state of confusion for quite some time, thoughts almost poisoned and fueled by a hope that perhaps he felt the same. There were signs—his genuine smiles reserved only for you, his seeking of your advice in moments of need, and the subtle shifts in his demeanor around you.

Then came Order 66.

When it began, you lost him. The moment it was issued, you felt his absence keenly not physically but mentally. He suddenly turned cold. And then he was gone.

And despite the anger that filled your heart for months, you almost found solace in considering his actions to be his inhibitor chip. There was a glimmer of hope but when Kamino fell, his unwavering loyalty to the new Empire blinded him.

The memory of that night alone in your bunk, crying until your throat burned, never faded. You even entertained the desperate idea of pleading with Hunter to turn back and bring him onboard, but deep down, you knew it was futile. Your love for him was over before it truly began.

Months later, as things spiraled from bad to worse, you found yourselves reunited. In that moment, your mind was a blank slate. You didn't know how to react or what to feel. Your emotions oscillated between love and hatred, a cycle that seemed endless. But there was a bitterness in you.

Each day brought another round of tiptoeing around Crosshair. While the others seemed to have moved past his past transgressions, eager to bury the hatchet, for you, it felt like starting over from square one.

He exuded the same coldness and distance that characterized your initial encounters, his silence speaking volumes. That is until Howzer spoke to you.

As you engaged in small talk with Howzer, Crosshair couldn't resist interjecting with his unwelcome remarks. You understood Howzer's animosity towards Crosshair, but what puzzled you was Crosshair's hostility towards him. You shot him bitter glares whenever he spoke out of turn, only for him to leave before any response could be made.

What was his problem?

This scenario repeated itself several times. From the corner of the room, you could feel the weight of that familiar glare from times past, and as your eyes met, Crosshair's stare remained unyielding.

One evening, yourself and Crosshair found yourselves aboard the Remora with Echo. "You and Howzer seem... close," his drawling voice came from behind you, causing you to momentarily freeze, shooting Echo an annoyed glance as he awaited your response.

"I speak to him the same amount as I speak to everyone else," you retorted, rolling your eyes after mustering your voice, refusing to turn around to face Crosshair.

"Funny," he began, "I don't recall you speaking to me that much."

Gazing out of the window, a slow realisation dawned upon you. He was jealous. The absurdity of it all almost made you smirk. Despite the flutter in your stomach wondering why he could be jealous, you relished in the opportunity to make him squirm first. "Perhaps he has more riveting conversational qualities."

Echo audibly inhaled a deep breath, seemingly perpetually caught in the crossfire of arguments involving Crosshair and someone else. Meeting Crosshair's gaze this time, a small scowl etched onto his face, you continued, "I have my doubts."

"No need to," you added, meeting his gaze squarely. "I don't see him wanting to talk to you anyway. And the same goes for me."

"Thought you grew up from being a brat?" His words ignited a fiery rage within you, prompting you to rise to your feet. "And I thought you had some more respect for yourself. But you're just a jealous little man," you shot back, your words laced with venom.

Echo swiftly intervened, positioning himself between the two of you. "Can you guys do this elsewhere? All this bickering is giving me a headache."

Crosshair's gaze shifted away from yours, his demeanor faltering. "Gladly," he muttered before stalking off, leaving you to follow in his wake.

Once out of earshot, you wasted no time in confronting him. "Got nothing else to say, huh?" you challenged. "Are you going to try and deny that you're jealous?"

"I have nothing to be jealous about," he snarled, plucking the toothpick from his lips and slamming it to the ground. "You're not mine."

You couldn't help but laugh, a bitter edge to your tone. "You're right about that. You had your chance, and you blew it."

For a moment, you watched as he froze, his expression betraying a hint of confusion. "What do you mean I 'blew it'?" he demanded, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Suddenly, the weight of your words hit you, and you found yourself looking down, shaking your head. "Nothing. I didn't mean to say that," you murmured, hoping to retract your statement.

"I don't believe you," he countered, stepping closer, his presence enveloping you entirely. "You never liked me."

A sudden pang of realisation struck your heart. With your stomach tied in knots, you met his intense gaze. "Is that what you always thought?"

He continued to stare you down, searching for any hint of deception, but to his surprise, he found none. Yet, his stubbornness refused to accept it. "You're lying," he insisted, his voice firm.

"No," you muttered, your voice trembling with emotion, "but I wish I was."

He scoffed dismissively, turning his back on you with a bitter twist to his expression. "I don't get you. If you had these feelings, why did you never tell me?" His voice cracked with frustration, his shoulders tense with unresolved tension.

"I could say the same," you shot back, your bravery tinged with desperation, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did. But as his gaze met yours, a storm of conflicting emotions raged within you.

His frustrated glare softened briefly, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability before he turned away again, his back a wall of defense.

Memories flooded your mind—quiet moments shared between you, moments where unspoken words hung heavy in the air, suffocating in their silence. You remembered the times when he seemed on the verge of opening up, only to retreat into himself.

In that moment, a surge of resentment bubbled within him, fueled by months of unanswered questions and unspoken truths. "Go fuck yourself," he spat, his words dripping with anger and self-loathing. Yet beneath the anger and hurt, there lingered a flicker of longing, a desperate yearning for connection buried deep within both of you, waiting to be acknowledged.

“Go fuck me yourself, you coward.” The words tumbled from your lips before you could even process them, but in that heated moment, consequences be damned.

He whirled around, his gaze piercing into yours as he strode towards you with purpose, until you were backed up against the wall, his breath hot against your face. "Say. That. Again," he demanded, his voice laced with urgency, his eyes searching yours for any sign of sincerity.

It wasn't a threat; it was a plea, a desperate plea for honesty amidst the chaos of emotions swirling between the both of you. Did you mean it? Of course. Of course you fucking did.

Your breath hitched in your throat as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Crosshair, I..." you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words to express the tumult of feelings coursing through you.

"I know," he murmured softly, his gaze softening as he understood, as if everything that needed to be said had already been said.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips against yours in a swift yet tender kiss, his hands cradling your face gently, overwhelming you with a rush of warmth and longing that eclipsed both of your poisonous thoughts.

“Come with me,” he rasps against your lips, a gentle tug on your hand that had you willingly coming with him and far, far away from Echo’s ears.

He guides you through the ship until you both come to the refresher, both of you tumbling inside as your kisses become fervent, desperate and needy.

He pulls back for a moment, gazing down at you as if to see you were real and not a figment of his imagination before his lips latch onto your neck, sucking and bruising your skin. You whine in pleasure, keeling into his body as your hands move down to his crotch.

Softly, you palm against his erection, gasping as you feel the outline of his hardening cock. “I want you Cross,” you gasp as his teeth graze along your flesh.

He growls low and guttural, but understands, “I know kitten,” his hands travel up the underside of your shirt, fingers stroking against your breasts as his hips involuntarily jerk into the touch of your hand, “as soon as we get back to Pabu… fuck, I can’t even begin to tell you what I’m going to do to you.”

You grin, a sultry laugh parting your lips. “Perhaps you should show me.”

“Refresher isn’t big enough.” He grunts, “but I could give you a taster?”

His tone is suggestive and your core pangs with arousal at the possibilities. “How so?”

He gazes down at you, one hand now cupping your jaw with his thumb dancing over your lower lip. There’s a longing, a love in his eyes but unmistakably there’s one of pure lust too. “Get on your knees and find out.”

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Better than Meditation

soooo I haven't posted in a very long time but I'm trying to get back into writing!!! (so pls bear with me xoxoxoxoxo)

Summary: you come up with an alternative (smutty) way for Crosshair to gain some control over his hand - based off S3 E08

Tags: SMUT, vaginal fingering, semi public fingering?? (technically it’s done in an isolated but public place), lil bit of plot + smut, smut, smut

Word Count: 2.8k

“He’s still down there, y’know” Omega’s voice brings you out of your thoughts as she slumps down beside you.

You keep your eyes closed, letting the rays of the afternoon sun wash over you. Pabu’s climate is one you could most definitely get used to. It’s inviting and comforting atmosphere makes you feel at ease, a sensation that has become rare since the rise of the Empire.

“Well, you know how stubborn he is,” you reply casually. 

While Hunter and Wrecker are gone to meet some bounty hunter they know, Crosshair has spent most of his time on a secluded part of the beach, focused on correcting his aim.  Everyone has tried to talk to him about it but unfortunately, that only made things worse.

Now Crosshair is more defensive than ever, determined to prove that he is perfectly capable of correcting his shaky hand by himself. 

“Yeah but AZI said it might be some kind of mental block,” Omega sighs, subtly copying you as she closes her eyes too “if he doesn’t open up and let us help him, then how is he supposed to get better?”.

Her concern for Crosshair makes you smile, impressed by how she’s able to delicately balance trying to help her brother without being too overbearing.

The question lingers for a few moments before you open your eyes and glance down at her “And he’s already shot down your meditation idea?”.

Omega briefly mentioned the idea to you that morning and although you were sceptical, you encouraged her determination to help anyway. 

“Of course he did,” she lets out a heavy sigh “saying he didn’t like it is an understatement”. 

A comfortable silence grows between you both as you consider the situation. But before you can speak, Omega quickly becomes restless and blurts out “Can’t you try speaking with him? He’ll listen to you, I just know it!”. 

It’s no secret that you and Crosshair were once close and you can only presume Omega has heard about this from the likes of Wrecker, who wouldn’t give a second thought about mentioning it.

"I can try but..." you trail off, hesitating to make a decision. Doubt clouds your judgement, stopping you from promising anything. After all, you know how stubborn and closed-minded Crosshair can be at times, especially when it comes to being vulnerable.

Omega's face lights up at your hesitant help. "Great! Sometimes trying is all it takes". She seems upbeat and enthusiastic as she stands “I was gonna go introduce Batcher to Mox, Stak and Deek anyways so it’s good to know Crosshair won’t be alone”.

Giving the girl a tight-lipped smile in response, Omega whistles for Batcher. With one last goodbye, she hurries off happily.

You wait until she’s gone before you sigh and slump down again. Although Crosshair has been back for a while now, the two of you have yet to have a proper reunion, leaving you both unsure of how to approach the situation. 

Knowing you can’t put this off for forever, you begrudgingly get up and start the long descent down to the secluded beach. 

The subtle change in weather appears to align with your mood, as the sun dips behind the clouds and a warm breeze begins to pick up. It causes the light fabric of your skirt to dance in the wind as if it has a mind of its own. But it’s only a momentary distraction as your thoughts swiftly return to Crosshair, focusing fully on him and the impending catch-up. 

You and Crosshair were always close during the Clone Wars, constantly laughing at each other’s snide remarks, bickering simply for the sake of it and always trying to get a rise out of the other. Even back then, you knew where the constant teasing would eventually lead to… but then it didn’t. 

Instead, the war came to an end and before you even got the opportunity to speak with Crosshair, the rest of the Batch had turned up at your door and told you that he had already picked his side.

Since then, you have been travelling with the batch. It took a long time to accept that whatever was between you and Crosshair was gone, whether that be a friendship or something more. That died the day the Republic did. 

But in a strange twist of faith, Crosshair is back and so are your lingering feelings. Although, if it was difficult to confront this emotion before everything happened, it’s become utterly impossible now. Neither of you have mentioned it and yet you still catch his longing gaze whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention.

When you reach the beach, it’s exactly how you pictured; Crosshair is alone, his sniper positioned steadily on a rock as he tries to shoot the far off target. A blaster bolt sprints across the water as he fires, missing his target by a few inches. You hear him mutter something under his breath as he tries again.

Flicking his chewed up toothpick to the ground, Crosshair notices you. “Yes?” He asks impatiently, lining up another shot.

“You’ve been out here all day,” you state the obvious “Omega’s worried about you”.

Crosshair doesn’t reply immediately, first firing (and missing) again before he turns around just to make sure you see his eye roll. “Oh, is she?” His tone is underlined with sarcasm. 

A huff falls from your lips and suddenly you know all too well why Omega was so irked after trying to help the man in front of you. Despite the scowl on your face, you refuse to fall into the usual bickering you once had with him. 

“You know she is,” you sigh “maybe you should take a break, come have some lunch and forget about target practice for a while”.

He watches you for a moment, studying you the same way you’ve seen from the corner of your eye “And when did you become mother hen?”.

Scoffing, you walk closer, hugging yourself with your arms “Don’t act like that, you know you’re overworking yourself… Crosshair, please, you need to take care of yourself”. 

The concern in your voice takes him by surprise but Crosshair quickly recovers as he mutters “Oh, so you’re worried about me now?”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You bat back at him.

“You’ve hardly looked at me, nevermind speak to me since I’ve gotten back” he practically spits the words out. 

You no longer hold back your glare “Like you’ve made any effort to talk to me!”.

“How can I when you don’t even look at me?” Crosshair challenges, his gaze unyielding as your annoyance fades as quick as it came. 

Coming up to the rock he’s based at, you slide down against it to shield yourself from the wind. Crosshair follows suit and kneels beside you, waiting cautiously for your response. 

Your tone holds a sense of sincerity as you speak, your words now free of any reservations. "I do look at you… of course I do," you confess with genuine intent, all annoyance and restraint vanishing within you. 

“Then you must see me staring,” he almost whispers the words, watching you carefully “I thought you would have gotten the hint by now that I’m still interested”.

A soft smile graces your lips and as if taming a wild animal, you slowly reach out for his hand. Crosshair makes no attempt to stop you and you gently slip your hand into his before you tug him closer. 

Settling his hand on to your lap, you begin to trace your finger up and down his palm until finally resting your hand delicately on his wrist. “Let me help,” you offer “seriously, Crosshair”.

“And how would you help?” Though the question almost seems backhanded, you know that’s just Crosshair being Crosshair.

The mischievous glint in your eye paired with the suggestive smirk plastered across your face doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“How do you think?” you question. 

He holds your gaze as if to challenge you to make the first move but you hold strong. This is your moment and you both know it.

A secluded beach? A chance for you both to finally reunite in a way you could only imagine? Both of your minds go to the same place.

You give his wrist a small yet reassuring squeeze and before you can make another comment, his lips are on yours. 

With an intensity fuelled by pure need, he slams his lips against yours in a heated display of passion. This isn’t just a build up of years worth of longing for Crosshair. No, it’s much more than that. It’s an act of rebellion against the time he lost with you because of the Empire, both in spite of his own misplaced loyalty to them as well as his time on Tantiss. 

The fiery kiss goes on for what feels like an eternity and yet the time seems far too brief when it finally comes to an end. The passion flaring between the two of you is intoxicating, causing you to crave more.

His fingers twitch on your lap, eager to do more for you. As if on cue, you both look down at his hand, your soft grasp still around his wrist.

“You have to be calm, be able to stay consistent with your shots if you want to hit the target, right?” you ask, trying not to smirk when you see his sudden confusion. 

In a moment like this, you seriously decide to give him some advice on shooting? Crosshair nods, silently waiting to see where this is going.

“Maybe you’re approaching this from the wrong perspective,” you suggest, noticing how his attention shifts to your lips “you’re focusing on your sniper abilities, looking to re-learn your techniques… but you need to re-learn how to use your fingers in order to effectively use your sniper”.

“And how do you propose I do that?” his voice is low, causing the skin on your arms to prickle with goosebumps. You can feel the effect of his voice in your panties.

With your free hand, you begin to bunch up your skirt, first revealing your thighs and then a glimpse of your underwear. Crosshair can’t help it as a groan escapes from his throat.

You guide his hand closer to your clothed core before Crosshair takes initiative and brushes his fingers teasingly against you. 

He can feel the warmth beneath your underwear, feeling more assured in his movements when he hears you take in a sharp breath. But even with the small boost in confidence, Crosshair can’t help it as a small tremor courses through his hand. 

“Take your time,” your voice is soft but firm in your reassurance “and if this is too much then we can stop”. Fearful that you’ve pushed him too far, you slowly begin to close your legs as you nervously fiddle with your skirt “I didn’t mean to push you so-”.

You stop your apologetic remark when his firm grip stops your legs from meeting. A brief look of disbelief flicks across your face as he spreads your legs to his liking.

“No,” there is no hesitancy in Crosshair’s voice as he takes control of the situation “you started this, don’t go shy on me now”. This time it’s your turn to nod silently.

His fingers glide down to caress you again, this time feeling the dampness from beneath your underwear. Each reaction you give, whether a sharp intake of breath or a slight quiver up your spine, only serves to fuel Crosshair’s determination. He savors these small responses, revelling in how you leave each reaction so bare for him to see.

Crosshair smirks “If this is how you react to such simple touches, do you think you could handle me touching you without anything between us?”. 

“You’d be surprised with how much I can handle” you taunt.

Oh how he has missed how you challenge him. Your snarky response is rewarded with a kiss but before you can melt into it, Crosshair brings both of his hands to your hips and swiftly pulls your panties down. 

The eager sight that greets him brings a smile to his face. Crosshair can feel his excitement growing but before he can get ahead of himself, he’s committed to take care of you first. 

Crosshair teasingly brings just one finger down to your core. A slight tremor causes his finger to waver but after a second, it stops as desire overtakes him. His finger teases you, feeling just how much you want him. Before he can make another teasing comment, you pull him in for another kiss, unable to help yourself.

Crosshair is quick to take control of the kiss, simultaneously pushing his tongue into your mouth as he sinks his long finger into you. You welcome all of him, moaning into his mouth. Taking your sounds as encouragement, Crosshair adds a second digit to your core. 

He pushes in until he’s knuckle deep, successfully finding that spot within you. Crosshair takes your advice to heart. He keeps a consistent rhythm, thrusting his fingers inside of you. He listens to each involuntary squeak and moan, adjusting his speed and pressure of each pump of his fingers to whichever makes you react the most. 

There’s not a slight tremble in his entire hand, his attention solely on you. There is no room for nerves or doubt to creep in and cause his hand to shake. That seems almost impossible now, especially with you like this in front of him.

There is nothing but you and him in this moment, the rhythmic movement of his fingers serving as proof that he has full control.

He buries his fingers into you, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit and delivering powerful jolts of pleasure into your body.

“That’s it,” he coos at your moans “you’re nearly there, aren’t you?”.

A flutter fills your chest as your breathing becomes more rapid. "Y-yes,” you manage with a strained voice, your mind becoming overwhelmed with arousal “keep doing that”. 

You squeeze around his fingers, feeling the tight coil in your lower stomach getting closer and closer to finally snapping.

Your body responds to his touch in the most natural of ways, your back arching and head bowing in a display of utter pleasure. Your hand instinctively searches for contact, grabbing hold of his knee as the overwhelming sensation begins to consume you.

Your legs twitch, eyes rolling back in your head and a rather loud moan escapes your lips as the satisfaction you feel begins to peak. 

Bliss floods your entire being and the mixture of your moans and whimpers blend together in a melodic harmony. Every movement of his hand guides you through the waves of ecstasy, sending shivers through your body. 

Crosshair hums approvingly as you come down from your sigh. Almost reluctantly, he takes his hand away from you and examines his sticky but steady fingers. “My hand hasn’t been able to do so much and remain so still since… well, ever since Tantiss” he comments.

Trying to give your shaky legs more time to recover, you fix your panties before you reposition your skirt. Stealing a glance at Crosshair, you’re glad to see you’re not the only one with flushed cheeks. You smile almost bashfully as you lean on the rock to stand. 

Crosshair is there to help, gently holding your upper arm as you steady yourself. Despite the sass you gave him earlier and the bliss he just brought you now, you find it hard to maintain eye contact. 

Clearing your throat, you try to regain some of that boldness from before “Well then… good luck with your target practice, I’ll go see if the others have made contact yet”.

“What?!” the sound is almost foreign to you; the sound of an utterly bamboozled Crosshair. 

Pushing yourself off the rock, you feel his grasp slip away from your arm. You continue to walk as you turn around to savor his shocked expression.

“What about me?” he asks, trying to be inconspicuous as he gestures to the tent in his pants “I thought this was about helping me?”.

“Yeah, I know,” you reply with a smirk “you’ll get your reward when you hit the target”. With a wink, you turn your back to him and begin the ascent back. 

Crosshair’s jaw hangs open as he watches you go, and he can’t help but laugh at your audacity.