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Synopsis : After Order 66, you're a senator's assistant on Ryloth. Stuck babysitting the most reckless politician in the galaxy. Every day is a fresh disaster, and the only saving grace is Howzer, the clone trooper assigned to protect his charge.
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Warnings: MDNI(+18), afab reader, smut, piv, no protection used (wrap it before you tap it!), no use of y/n, breasts workship, handjob (male receiving).
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The paperwork stretched across your desk like a battlefield. Senator Orn Free Taa had a talent for generating documents, a skill that apparently required no actual presence to maintain. You'd been at it for three hours already, your wrist cramping from the endless forms and requisitions and diplomatic correspondence that needed his signature before the end of the week.
He'd left you with a stack of datapads and a vague promise to return within the hour. That was four hours ago.
You didn't bother wondering where he'd gone. The senator had a habit of disappearing into the lower levels of the compound, usually emerging with a grin on his face and some new scheme in his head that would inevitably require your cleanup. You'd learned to stop asking questions. The answers were never worth the frustration.
The door to your office slid open without a knock. Howzer stood there, his chest plate slightly askew, a sheen of sweat across his brow. His eyes were wide, scanning the room before they landed on you.
"He's gone."
You set down your stylus. "Gone where?"
"I don't know." He stepped inside, running a hand through his dark hair. "I turned my back for maybe two minutes. He said he needed to use the refresher. When I checked on him, he wasn't there. The window was open."
You blinked. "The window. On the third floor."
"That's what I said." Howzer's jaw tightened. "I searched the immediate area. The maintenance tunnels. Nothing. I've been looking for nearly an hour before I came here."
An hour. That was worse than you'd thought. The compound was large, full of corridors and storage rooms and empty offices that the senator could wander into. But this wasn't the first time he'd pulled a vanishing act, and you'd developed a sense for where he tended to end up.
You stood, grabbing your personal comm from the desk. "Did you check the eastern wing?"
"The one with the diplomatic quarters?"
"That's where the visiting delegates are staying this week." You walked past him into the hallway. "He's been complaining about the lack of entertainment options. The delegates brought their own staff."
Howzer fell into step beside you. His boots echoed against the stone floor while your own steps made barely a whisper. "You think he'd risk diplomatic trouble for that?"
"I think he'd risk anything for a distraction." You turned left at the junction, heading toward the eastern wing. "He's bored. Boredom makes him stupid. We've been here three weeks without any real excitement. He's probably crawling out of his skin."
The corridors grew dimmer as you moved away from the main hub. The lighting in this section was always inconsistent, a quirk of the compound's outdated power grid. Shadows pooled in the corners, stretching across the walls as you passed.
Howzer stayed close. You could feel his presence behind you, a solid warmth at your back. He'd been that way since the beginning, always positioning himself between you and any potential danger. You never asked him to. He just did it, like it was instinct.
"Do you have any idea where he'd go specifically?" he asked.
"Guest quarters. Room 47 through 52. Those are the ones with the private sitting areas."
"You've thought about this before."
"I've had to find him before." You picked up the pace. "Last time it was a supply closet. The time before that, the communications tower. He's not creative, just persistent."
The eastern wing opened up into a wider hallway lined with doors. Each one was identical, unmarked except for a small number plate near the top. You moved past them quickly, checking for any signs of disturbance.
Room 47 was quiet. Room 48 the same. At 49, you heard something. A muffled sound, barely audible over the humming of the compound's ventilation system.
You stopped. Howzer stopped behind you.
"Did you hear that?" you whispered.
He nodded. His hand drifted toward his blaster, though he didn't draw it. "Stay behind me."
You didn't argue. He moved forward, positioning himself in front of you as he approached the door. The sound came again, clearer this time. A soft thump. Then a giggle.
Howzer exchanged a glance with you. He pressed the door release.
Nothing happened. The door was locked.
"Senator?" he called out. "Are you in there?"
Silence. Then another muffled sound, like someone trying very hard not to make noise and failing.
Howzer sighed. He looked at you, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. This was the part of the job neither of you had signed up for. Babysitting a politician who had no sense of self-preservation.
"Override code," he said. "I have clearance for emergencies."
The door clicked open. He pushed it forward, and the light from the hallway spilled into the room.
It was a closet. A small storage room, barely big enough for the two figures pressed together inside. The senator was there, his bulk wedged against a shelf, his robes disheveled. And next to him, a Twi'lek woman with her headtails pulled back and her shirt half-unbuttoned.
They froze. You froze. Howzer froze.
The Twi'lek made a sound of embarrassment, pulling her shirt closed. The senator tried to stand up straight, bumping his head against a shelf in the process.
"Ah," he said. His voice was strained. "My assistant. And my guard. What a delightful surprise."
Howzer didn't respond. He just stared, his face unreadable.
You grabbed his arm. "We should go."
He didn't move. He was still staring at the scene in front of him, his mouth slightly open.
"Now," you said, pulling harder.
He stumbled backward, following you as you turned and walked away. You didn't stop until you reached the end of the hallway, where it branched off into a small sitting area. A couch sat against the wall, next to an empty table.
You stopped. Howzer stopped next to you. For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Then you started laughing.
It came out of nowhere, a burst of sound that surprised even you. You couldn't help it. The image of the senator, caught in the act, his face red and flustered. The way he'd tried to pretend like nothing was happening. The sheer absurdity of it all.
Howzer stared at you. Then his face cracked, and he started laughing too. A deep, genuine laugh that shook his shoulders and made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
"I can't believe it," he said, between breaths. "I searched for an hour. I thought he'd been kidnapped."
"Kidnapped." You wiped at your eyes. "He was getting kidnapped, alright."
"By a Twi'lek."
"By a very attractive Twi'lek."
Howzer laughed harder. He leaned against the wall, pressing a hand to his chest. "I was so worried. I thought something terrible had happened. I thought…" He shook his head. "I don't even know what I thought."
You sat down on the couch, still chuckling. "That's the senator for you. No danger too great, no risk too small."
"He's going to give me grey hair." Howzer sat down next to you, close enough that his arm brushed against yours.
"You're not supposed to have to rescue your charge from a closet either."
"True." He let out a long breath. "That's something I definitely wasn't trained for."
The laughter subsided, replaced by a comfortable silence. The sitting area was dim, lit only by a single overhead light that cast long shadows across the floor.
You looked at Howzer. He was staring at the wall, his expression distant. His hands rested on his knees, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against his armor.
"What are you thinking about?" you asked.
He hesitated. "Nothing. Just…" He shook his head. "That was the first time I've ever seen something like that."
"Like what?"
"Two people. Together." He seemed to struggle with the words. "I mean, I know it happens. I know how it works. But I've never actually... seen it. Not even on holoprograms."
You looked at him, surprised. "Never?"
"Clones aren't exactly raised with access to that kind of thing." He spoke carefully, each word measured. "We have training modules and combat simulations. We have basic biological education. But nothing like... what we just walked in on."
"Howzer." You shifted to face him. "Are you saying you've never...?"
He met your eyes. His cheeks were darker than usual. "I'm a soldier. That's all I was made to be."
The words hung between you. A confession, delivered quietly, almost shyly. This was the same man who'd thrown himself into firefights without hesitation, who'd stared down armed assailants without flinching. And now he was blushing in a dim sitting room, admitting something he clearly found embarrassing.
You felt your own cheeks warm. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"I know." He didn't sound like he believed it. "It's just... strange. Thinking about what I've missed."
"Have you ever wanted to?"
He was quiet for a moment. "I didn't think about it much. There was always the next mission. The next battle. You don't stop to consider things like that when you might not be alive tomorrow."
"But you're alive now."
"I'm alive now." He turned to look at you fully. His eyes were dark in the low light, searching yours. "What are you suggesting?"
You weren't sure. The words had come out before you'd thought them through, and now you were sitting here, heart pounding, saying things you hadn't planned to say. But something about the moment felt right. The quiet. The closeness. The way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room worth seeing.
"I could be your first time."
The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You felt your face go hot, a flush spreading down your neck.
Howzer's eyes widened. He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just stared at you, his breath catching in his throat.
"I mean," you said, suddenly flustered, "if you wanted. Only if you wanted. I just thought, maybe, since we're here, and we're alone, and…"
"Yes."
The word came out rough. He cleared his throat. "Yes. I want that."
You swallowed. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your fingers. "Okay."
"Okay." He repeated the word like he was testing it. "Okay. How do we…"
"Like this." You reached out, placing your hand on his cheek. His skin was warm, rougher than you'd expected, the beginnings of stubble scratching against your palm. "Just like this."
You leaned in. Your lips met his.
The kiss was soft at first, tentative. He didn't seem to know what to do, his mouth pressed against yours, unmoving. You guided him, tilting your head, parting your lips slightly. After a moment, he responded, his hand coming up to rest on your waist.
You deepened the kiss. His mouth opened, and you felt the heat of his tongue against yours. He made a sound, low and surprised, his fingers tightening on your hip.
You pulled back, just enough to look at him. His eyes were glazed, his breathing uneven.
"Was that okay?" you asked.
He nodded. "More than okay."
You kissed him again. This time he was more confident, his hand moving from your waist to your back, pulling you closer. You shifted on the couch, turning to face him properly, your knees brushing against his armored legs.
You broke the kiss long enough to say, "You can touch me."
"I don't know where."
"Wherever feels right."
He hesitated. Then his hand moved, slowly, from your back to your side. He traced the curve of your ribs through your dress, his fingers trembling slightly. He stopped at the swell of your breast, his palm hovering over the fabric.
"Here?" he asked.
You nodded. "Go ahead."
He cupped you gently, his thumb brushing over the fabric. You gasped at the contact. He removed his hand immediately, looking at you with concern.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No." You took his hand and placed it back. "It felt good. Keep going."
He did. His fingers moved more confidently now, exploring the shape of you through the fabric. He found your nipple and pressed, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. You arched into his touch, encouraging him.
He groaned. It was a sound of pure pleasure, deep and rough. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hot on your skin.
"This feels good," he murmured.
"Then keep going."
He did. His hand moved from your chest to your shoulder, pushing the strap of your dress down. He followed the path of fabric with his mouth, kissing the exposed skin of your collarbone.
You shivered. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, tracing a line down your shoulder. He paused at the edge of your dress, looking up at you.
"Can I…"
"Take it off?"
He nodded, and you reached behind you, unzipping the dress. It fell forward, pooling around your waist. You were left in your underwear, the dim light of the room casting shadows across your skin.
Howzer stared. His eyes traveled down your body, lingering on the curve of your breasts, the line of your stomach. He swallowed.
"You're beautiful," he said.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Thank you."
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the top of your chest. Then lower, following the path his hands had traced earlier. He found your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, his tongue circling it slowly.
You moaned, your fingers finding their way into his hair. It was softer than you'd expected, the dark strands slipping between your fingers as he continued his exploration.
He pulled the fabric down, exposing your breast fully. He didn't hesitate. His mouth closed around you, his tongue working in careful strokes.
"Does it taste good?" you asked, your voice breathy.
He pulled back for a moment. "You taste good. All of you."
He returned to his work, his mouth moving from one breast to the other. His hips shifted, pressing against your thigh, and you felt the hard line of him through his blacks.
You reached down, your fingers brushing against the bulge. He gasped, his whole body tensing.
"Sorry," you said. "Too much?"
"No." He shook his head. "Just unexpected."
You smiled. You pressed your palm against him more firmly, feeling the heat of him through the fabric. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Can I…" His voice cracked. "Can I touch you? There?"
"You can touch me anywhere you want."
His hand moved to the waistband of your underwear. He paused, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded.
He slid the fabric down, his fingers following the curve of your hip. He was careful, almost reverent, like he was handling something precious. When the fabric fell away, he sat back, looking at you fully naked.
"I want to see you too," you said.
He stood, his hands moving to the seals on his blacks. He fumbled with them, his fingers clumsy. You stood with him, gently pushing his hands aside.
"Let me."
You worked the seals yourself, pulling the fabric apart. His chest was bare underneath, broad and muscled, covered in a thin layer of hair. You traced your fingers along the lines of his pectorals, down his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his leggings.
He held his breath as you pushed the fabric down. His length sprang free, hard and already slick at the tip. You wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the weight of him in your hand.
He groaned, his head falling back. "That feels..."
"Good?"
"Amazing."
You stroked him slowly, watching his face. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, his breathing ragged. He looked undone, completely vulnerable in a way you'd never seen him.
He opened his eyes. "I want to be inside you." You nodded.
He guided you back to the couch. You lay down, and he positioned himself above you, his body blocking out the light. He looked down at you, something soft and wondering in his gaze.
"How do I…"
"Just guide yourself in." You reached down, helping him align. "Slowly."
He pushed forward, and you felt the head of him press against you. He paused, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded.
He entered you slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of him filling you. You let out a sound, half-moan, half-gasp.
He stopped halfway. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper. "It feels good. Keep going."
He did. He pushed all the way in, his hips flush against yours. He stayed there for a moment, both of you breathing hard, adjusting to the sensation.
"You feel incredible," he whispered.
"So do you."
He started moving. Slowly at first, experimental thrusts that made him groan with each one. He watched your face, studying your reactions, learning what made you gasp and what made you sigh.
"Like that," you said. "Just like that."
He found a rhythm, his hips rocking against yours. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together, pressing into the cushion beside your head.
He was close. You could feel it in the way his movements became less controlled, in the way his breath came in short, desperate gasps.
"I'm going to…" He tried to pull out. You stopped him.
"Inside. It's okay."
He groaned. His hips stuttered, and you felt him release, a warmth spreading inside you. He collapsed against you, his face buried in your neck, his whole body shaking.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice muffled. "I couldn't hold it."
"Don't apologize." You ran your fingers through his hair. "That was perfect."
He lifted his head, looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. "I'm glad it was with you. My first time."
"How was it?" you asked.
He laughed softly. "It was maybe not a good idea."
You blinked. "Why?"
He pressed his forehead against yours. "Because now I'm only going to want to do it all day long with you."
Synopsis : You find a picture of you inside Fives helmet. This is the second part, the smutty one!
Btw, the art is by me, and the commissions are open for FREE! (Do not hesitate to dm me^^). I also do ff and xreader commissions ;)
Warnings : MDNI(+18), afab reader, smut, piv, no protection used (wrap it before you tap it!), kinda many cumshots kink, no use of y/n.
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He stood in the doorway, backlit by the dim hallway lights. His blacks clung to him like a second skin, and the holocamera in his hand caught the faint glow from the barracks.
You sat up, heart still racing from the sound that woke you. "You came here."
"Couldn't wait." He said it simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "My bunk, your bunk. Same, no difference."
It wasn't the same difference. You told him to meet you at his bunk. He was the one who suggested it, clearly wanting to control the situation. But now he stood at your door, unable to wait even a few more hours. That meant something. You weren't sure what exactly, but it pulled at something in your chest.
Fives stepped inside, moving quietly despite his size. The barracks were dark, most of the troopers already asleep.
He stopped beside your mattress, looking down at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. The playful confidence from earlier had softened into something more serious.
"I meant what I said." His voice came low, barely above a whisper. "You're the most precious person I have."
Your throat tightened. "You said that earlier."
"I know." He set the holocamera on your footlocker. "I wanted to say it again. In case you thought I was just trying to smooth things over."
You hadn't thought that. But hearing it again made it real in a way it wasn't before. He could have shown up with a joke, deflected with humor like he always did. Instead he stood there, serious and open, waiting for you to say something.
You reached for him.
He came down to you, one knee on the mattress, hands finding your waist. The kiss started gentle, almost tentative, like he was still testing whether this was real. Then your fingers tangled in his hair, and he pulled you closer, deeper.
"I've wanted this," he murmured against your mouth. "For a while now."
"Me too."
His hands moved up your back, warm through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. You tugged at the hem of his blacks, wanting to feel skin. He helped you pull it over his head, breaking the kiss just long enough to get the fabric past his shoulders.
The scar along his ribs caught the faint light. You traced it with your fingers, felt him shiver under your touch.
"Battle of Ryloth," he said. "Shrapnel."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore." He caught your hand, brought it to his lips. "Not when you touch it."
You pulled him back down, kissing him harder this time. His weight pressed you into the mattress, solid and warm. Your hands explored his chest, his shoulders, the curve of his spine. He groaned softly when you scraped your nails down his back.
"Wait." He pulled back, breath uneven. "You wanted a picture, right?"
Your mind was hazy, full of him. "What?"
He grinned, that familiar mischievous light returning to his eyes. "You stole my picture of you. I offered you a trade. Remember?"
You remembered. You just hadn't expected him to bring it up now, in the middle of everything.
"You're serious?"
"Always." He sat up, reaching for the holocamera. "I promised you a picture. I'm a man of my word."
He stood by the foot of the bed, naked now, the dim light carving shadows across his body. He struck a pose, flexing his arms, chest puffed out. The grin on his face was pure showmanship.
"Go ahead." He winked. "Capture the moment."
You grabbed the holocamera, fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar controls. The device was old, manual, nothing like the sleek holorecorders the army issued. You aimed it at him, trying to find the right angle.
"Hold still."
"I'm always still."
You pressed the button. The flash illuminated the room for a split second, followed by the soft whir of the picture printing. The flimsi slid out of the slot, pale and developing slowly in the darkness.
He flopped back onto the bed, landing beside you. "See? Worth keeping under your pillow."
"It's still developing."
"Give it time." He rolled onto his side, facing you. "Good things take time."
You set the picture aside, still dark, and turned to him. The humor faded from his face, replaced by something quieter. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek.
"Come here."
You went. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close until there was no space left between you. His skin was warm against yours, heartbeat steady against your chest.
"Tell me if you want to stop," he said. "At any point. I mean it."
"I know."
He kissed you again, slower this time. His hands moved with deliberate care, learning the shape of you. When you guided him closer, he followed without hesitation.
The world narrowed to the space between you. His breath against your neck, the scrape of his stubble on your shoulder, the way he whispered your name as it mattered. Each touch built on the last, steady and patient. He took his time, letting you set the pace, watching your face for any sign of hesitation.
You didn't hesitate. Not once.
When he finally pushed into you, slow and deliberate, his forehead pressed to yours. He kept his eyes open, watching your face as he filled you inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming. The stretch, the heat, the way he seemed to reach so deep inside you. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
He stilled. "Okay?"
"Yes. Don't stop."
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had your breath catching with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him, the way his cock slid against your walls, the fullness that left you speechless. He groaned low in his throat, his pace steady and patient.
"You feel so good." His voice cracked. "So good. I…"
He didn't finish. Didn't need to. You pulled him closer, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper. The rhythm built, faster now, the room filling with the sound of your shared breaths. His movements grew less controlled, more urgent, the earlier patience giving way to raw need. Each thrust sent sparks through you, and you could feel yourself tightening around him.
He was sloppy now, his rhythm faltering as he got lost in the feeling. The words he spoke came broken, whispered against your skin. How long he'd wanted this, how many times he'd imagined it, how he never thought it would actually happen. Each confession made your chest ache, but you held him through it, your fingers tracing patterns on his back.
"Where do you want it?" he panted against your ear. "Tell me."
"Inside." You gripped his arms, pulling him closer. "I want it inside."
He drove into you once, hard, and came with a shudder, filling you with his first release. But he didn't stop. He kept moving, kept thrusting even as your walls clenched around him. A second surge followed, spilling into you again, hotter and deeper. You were trembling, overwhelmed by the fullness. A third time, and he finally stilled, his body pressed fully against yours, his breath ragged against your neck. You could feel him still pulsing, the warmth spreading inside you, filling you to the brim.
You collapsed against him, breathless and trembling. His arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you close like he was afraid you'd disappear.
When it ended, you collapsed against him, breathless and trembling. His arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you close like he was afraid you'd disappear.
"Stay," he whispered. "Just... stay."
"I'm not going anywhere."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then settled back against the pillow. One hand found your hair, fingers threading through the strands with gentle repetition. The motion was soothing, rhythmic, pulling you toward sleep.
Your eyes grew heavy. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart under your ear, the soft caress of his hand. It all blurred together into a haze of comfort.
You were almost asleep when you heard it.
A soft click. A flash of light, brief enough that it barely registered through your closed eyelids.
You stirred, blinking. "What…"
Fives was grinning, holocamera in hand, a fresh picture sliding out of the slot. "Compensation."
"For what?"
"For stealing my picture of you." He held up the developing flimsi, still dark. "Now we're even."
"You took a picture of me sleeping?"
"Of you falling asleep." He looked at the picture, then at you. "I wanted to remember this."
Your face heated. "That's not fair. I was…"
"Perfect." He set the camera aside, pulling you back against his chest. "You were perfect."
You wanted to argue, but the exhaustion pulled at you again. His hand resumed its gentle stroking through your hair, and your eyes drifted shut despite your best efforts.
"I'll show it to you tomorrow," he murmured. "When it's fully developed."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
The word hung in the air, soft and warm. You felt his lips press against your hair one more time, felt his arm tighten around you, felt the steady rhythm of his breathing slow as he relaxed into sleep.
Hope you liked it! The smut was a bit short to my liking, but I still enjoyed writing this whole story.
Synopsis : You find a picture of you inside Fives helmet.
This is a 2 parts story.
Btw, the art is by me, and the commissions are open for FREE! (Do not hesitate to dm me^^) I also do ff and xreader commissions ;)
Warnings (mostly for part 2): MDNI(+18), afab reader, smut, piv, no protection used (wrap it before you tap it!), kinda many cumshots, no use of y/n.
Part 2
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The barracks smelled like sweat and cleaning solvent, the familiar mixture that clung to every surface after a mission. You dropped your gear by your bunk and stretched your shoulders, still feeling the tension from the last forty-eight hours. The door to the refresher was closed, water running inside, which meant someone was still washing off the grime.
Fives' helmet sat on his bunk, abandoned as he'd just tossed it there without thinking. You'd seen him do that a hundred times already, always in a rush to get to something else. But today something caught your eye—a small piece of flimsi tucked inside the visor, held in place by the padding.
You glanced toward the refresher door. Still closed. Still running.
The picture was small, creased at the edges like someone had handled it too many times. You picked up the helmet, telling yourself you were just curious about what he kept in there. Maybe a holo of his batchmates. Maybe some kind of lucky charm.
It was you.
Your own face stared back from the flimsi, caught mid-laugh during some briefing you barely remembered. You were looking off to the side, hair messy from a long day, something amused on your face that you couldn't even recall feeling. The picture wasn't anything special. It wasn't posed or flattering. It was just you, existing.
He kept a picture of you in his helmet.
Your face went warm, then hotter. You set the helmet down carefully, expecting someone to walk in any second and catch you red-handed. But the barracks stayed empty. Just you and this impossible discovery.
Fives flirted with everyone. That was just who he was. He'd charm a droid if it stood still long enough. You'd watched him work his way through supply officers, medics, even that Twi'lek diplomat who visited last month. He treated flirting like breathing, automatic and constant.
So this picture didn't mean anything special. Probably. It could be a friendly thing. He kept pictures of all his squadmates, right? Echo was probably in there somewhere too, tucked away in another crevice.
But you knew that wasn't true. You'd seen inside his helmet before, glanced at it when he left it lying around. There was never a picture before. This was new.
The refresher door creaked. Water stopped running.
You made a decision quick, before your brain could talk you out of it. Your fingers slipped the picture into your pocket, smooth and fast. Then you stepped back to your bunk, grabbing a datapad off your pillow like you'd been reading it the whole time.
Fives came out with a towel around his waist, hair dripping water down his chest. He nodded at you, easy and relaxed.
"Long mission," he said.
"Long enough."
He didn't notice. He picked up his helmet, gave it a casual glance, then set it on his footlocker. No panic. No checking for the picture. He just pulled on a fresh undersuit and started lacing his boots like nothing had happened.
You sat on your bunk, datapad in hand, not reading a single word.
The shared restroom was loud when you got there. Troopers crowded around the sinks and mirrors, some still in armor, others already stripped down to their blacks. Steam rose from the open showers, voices bouncing off the duracrete walls.
Fives stood near the far wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. He looked like he'd been like that for a while already.
"Where is it?" His voice cut through the noise, sharp enough to make a few conversations pause. "I'm not asking again."
Echo stood across from him, hands raised in a placating gesture. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"The picture. Someone took it from my helmet while I was in the shower."
The room went quieter. You felt your stomach drop somewhere down to your boots.
"Why would I take a picture from your helmet?" Echo sounded genuinely confused, which made it worse. He wasn't faking. "What picture?"
"That's what I'd like to know." Fives stepped closer, shoulders squared. "Only someone in this room would have access to my bunk while I was gone. So whoever has it, now's the time to speak up."
Nobody spoke. You pressed your back against the wall, heart hammering.
"I'm not going to let this go." Fives' voice went lower, more dangerous. "That picture was important to me, and I want it back. If I have to search every locker in this room, I will."
Echo's expression shifted from confusion to frustration. "You're accusing me of stealing from you? I'm your brother."
"I'm not accusing anyone specifically. But I'm not dropping this either."
The tension in the room felt physical, like you could reach out and touch it. Troopers exchanged glances, uncomfortable and uncertain. Most of them had never seen Fives like this, usually easygoing and cracking jokes even in the middle of firefights.
You pushed off the wall and walked toward them, trying to keep your steps steady. Echo noticed you first, relief flickering across his face like he was grateful for an interruption.
"Hey," you said, keeping your voice light. "What's going on?"
Fives didn't look at you. "Nothing you need to worry about."
"Someone took something from him." Echo shrugged. "He thinks it was me."
"I didn't say it was you. I said…"
"I took it."
The words came out before you could stop them. Fives finally turned, his eyes narrowing. Confusion replaced some of the anger.
"You what?"
"Your picture." You reached into your pocket and pulled it out, the flimsi still warm from being pressed against your thigh. "I took it from your helmet earlier. I was curious."
The restroom went dead silent. Even the water from the showers seemed quieter.
Fives stared at the picture in your hand, then at your face, then back at the picture. A flush crept up his neck, spreading toward his cheeks. You'd never seen him embarrassed before, not once, but he looked it now, caught and exposed.
"Why?" His voice came out rougher than before.
"Because it was me." You held the picture out to him. "I saw it, and I wanted to know what you'd do. If you'd notice."
He took the picture, fingers brushing yours for just a second. Then he looked at it, the image of you caught mid-laugh, and something in his face softened.
"Of course I'd notice." He said it quietly, almost to himself. "I always notice when something's missing."
The room still watched. You felt their eyes on both of you, putting pieces together that you weren't ready to acknowledge. Echo cleared his throat, then turned and walked away, signaling for the others to give space. They dispersed slowly, conversations restarting in hushed tones.
Fives grabbed your elbow, gentle but firm. "Come here."
He pulled you out of the restroom and into the corridor, where the lighting was dimmer, and the noise faded to a distant hum. He stopped near a supply closet, turning to face you with the picture still in his hand.
"You didn't have to do that," he said. "Admitting it in front of everyone."
"I couldn't let you blame Echo."
"You could have told me later. Privately."
"I wasn't thinking." You leaned against the wall, suddenly exhausted. "I just saw you getting angry, and I didn't want it to go further."
He looked at the picture again, running his thumb along the edge. "You know why I keep this, right?"
You shook your head.
"Because you're one of the most important people in my life." He said it simply, like it was obvious, like it didn't make your heart stop. "You and Echo. You're the ones I trust most. When I'm out there, when things get bad, I look at this, and I remember what I'm fighting for."
Your throat felt tight. "You keep a picture of me in your helmet to give you courage."
"Yeah." He laughed, self-conscious. "Sounds stupid when you say it out loud."
"It doesn't sound stupid."
He looked at you then, really looked, like he was seeing something new. The corridor was quiet, just the two of you standing close enough that you could feel the heat coming off his skin.
"You know," he said, a hint of his usual humor creeping back, "since you stole mine, I think you owe me a picture in exchange."
"Of what?"
He winked. The gesture was so familiar, so him, that you almost laughed. "Of me. A good one. Maybe something worth keeping under your pillow."
You felt your face go red. "You're suggesting…"
"I'm suggesting whatever you want me to suggest." He grinned, full charm now. "A picture of me. A nice one. Or not nice. Depending on your preferences."
The joke landed somewhere between embarrassing and thrilling. You should have laughed it off, called him ridiculous, walked away. That would have been the sensible thing.
"I want it," you said.
Fives' grin froze. His eyes went wide, genuine surprise replacing the performative confidence. "Wait. Really?"
"I said I want it."
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get the words out, a voice echoed from down the hall. "Fives! Command wants you in the briefing room, now!"
He looked toward the voice, then back at you. Something unreadable passed across his face. "I have to go."
"I know."
But he didn't move right away. He stood there, caught between duty and something else, before finally shaking his head like he was clearing it. "Tonight. After lights out. My bunk."
"Your bunk?"
"If you want the picture." The grin returned, softer this time. "I'll have something worth taking a picture of."
He walked away before you could respond, disappearing around the corner toward the briefing room. You stayed against the wall, heart pounding, the picture of yourself still warm where it rested in your palm.
You'd stolen his picture to see what he'd do.
You hadn't expected this.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. You went through your duties mechanically, logging mission data and updating cartography files, but your mind kept drifting back to the corridor. To the look on his face when he said you were one of the most important people in his life. To the way he winked when he offered you a picture. To the fact that you said yes.
The barracks felt different when you returned that evening. The lights were dimmed, most of the bunks occupied with troopers settling in for the night. Echo was already asleep by the door, his breathing steady and deep. A few others murmured, but the room had that heavy, drowsy atmosphere that came after a long day.
Fives' bunk was empty.
You lay down on your own mattress, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince yourself that he'd forgotten. That the briefing ran long, that he'd been pulled into something else. That you could just close your eyes and let this whole thing fade into an awkward memory.
But you didn't close your eyes. You lay there, listening, waiting.
The faint sound came near midnight. A soft tap against the doorframe, barely audible over the hum of the ventilation system. You sat up, heart already racing.
Fives stood in the doorway, backlit by the dim hallway lights. He wore only his blacks, the thin fabric clinging to his frame. In his hand, he held something small and rectangular. A holocamera, old-fashioned, the kind that printed physical pictures.
Hi, can I ask you to write Dad Crosshair living in Pabu with a child of his own? It can be headcanons or fic, whatever you feel to write. Btw I love your writing.
Thank you in advance sweetheart, I hope you're doing well. 💗
Beach Day
Dad!Crosshair x gn reader
Description: fluffly lil beach drabble, you and Crosshair have a toddler
Notes: tysm, hope you're doing well too <3
Honestly, Crosshair didn't understand the appeal of the beach. The sun was too bright and he hated the way it reflected off the water directly into his eyes, the sand always seemed to find its way into everything, and the constant crashing of waves was far too loud and distracting. If anyone had asked, he could have listed a dozen better ways to spend the afternoon.
Unfortunately for him, his toddler adored the ocean. And Crosshair, for all his attitude, was never very good at turning down something that made her happy.
He sat a fair distance from the water with one knee propped up, squinting as he watched you and your daughter splash around in the shallows. His expression was mostly unimpressed, but he was carefully watching every wobbly step she took and every enthusiastic attempt to chase retreating waves.
You happened to glance back at him, and laughed when you saw the look on his face. "She's fine," you called with an amused smile.
Crosshair just shot you a flat look before darting his gaze back to your daughter, tensing a little when she stumbled chasing another wave. He relaxed a little as she laughed and you scooped her up, finally carrying her back over to him.
"You look like you're having fun," you said dryly as you sat down next to him, your daughter immediately reaching for him.
"Mhm. So much fun," he drawled sarcastically, letting his toddler scramble into his lap. He frowned as he looked down at her. "Tsk. You're getting me wet."
She just giggled, planting her little hands on his chest to look at the wet handprints that she left behind on his shirt. He rolled his eyes, and you chuckled.
"I think she's figuring out you don't actually mean any of your grumbling," you observed, nudging his shoulder with yours.
Crosshair exhaled through his nose, half a scoff and half a laugh, tilting his head back and away as his daughter spotted the toothpick between his lips and attempted to grab it. "I mean all of it," he retorted, catching her wrist and gently pulling it away.
You just hummed skeptically and watched as your daughter babbled and pulled herself to her feet in Crosshair's lap, once again trying to grab his toothpick. He sighed and flicked it away before giving her an unamused look. "Not for you," he admonished quietly, though she seemed completely unbothered. She patted his cheek with her damp little hand instead, and Crosshair's expression softened a little. He caught her wrist again and pressed a quick little kiss to her palm. She laughed, and you smiled.
"Mhmm." You hummed again in a satisfied manner, leaning back on your palms. "She has you wrapped around her little finger."
Crosshair glanced sideways at you. "Does she?"
You tilted your head a little, returning the sideways glance. "Well. You did carry her halfway across Pabu the other day because she pointed at a moon-yo she wanted to follow."
Crosshair looked at his daughter again, who grinned at him, and the corner of his mouth quirked up just the tiniest bit. "Well, according to her, he was very important," he muttered dryly as his daughter giggled and flopped down in his lap.
You chuckled but didn't argue, instead watching with amusement as your daughter babbled happily and started picking up little handfuls of sand, piling them on Crosshair's thigh. He sighed deeply. "What are you doing?"
She just responded by adding another handful, and you laughed. "See? She knows you're not gonna stop her."
Crosshair frowned at you. "Tsk." But he did not, in fact, make any move to stop her. He just lifted his hand and absently started stroking her damp curls as she continued her apparently very important work, his expression softening as he watched her. Things fell quiet for a moment except for your toddler's quiet babbles and the waves rolling a little distance away.
You watched Crosshair's hand as it smoothed through the strands of your daughter's hair whenever the wind pushed them into her face, watched as he let her pile as much sand as she wanted onto his leg despite his irritation. Your gaze flicked up to his face, studying his soft expression, and your brow furrowed a little.
"Sun too bright?" you asked quietly, reaching out to brush away some wetness under his eye with your thumb.
Crosshair swallowed, his throat bobbing. "Yeah."
You studied him for a second, then leaned closer and pressed a gentle, knowing kiss to his cheek. He turned his head slightly, catching your lips with his for a quiet moment before pulling back. When he looked down again, his daughter was leaning tiredly against his chest, her tiny fingers still curled around a bit of sand despite her eyes starting to drift shut a little. He gently held her against him, feeling her slowly start to drift off.
You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder and squeezing his free hand.
And, though the beach was still too bright and the sand was still annoying and the waves were still too loud, Crosshair found himself hoping that this moment would never have to end.
Hello there! Hope you’re having a great day/night!
May I please have SFW fluff with soft!Crosshair x pregnant!F!reader?
I’m yearning for soft!Crosshair (I personally think he’s a big softy on the inside!) and I love the idea of clones being fathers! Maybe he comes home with something the reader’s been craving?
If you’re not comfortable doing this, I completely understand! Thanks for reading! 🩵
Crosshair x f!reader: pregnancy cravings
warnings: none, just pure fluff
A/N: this was so cute to write, I need more soft!cross in my life >.<
comments and reblogs are very appreciated!! :D
The first thing you did when you woke up, was groan. Everything hurt, your back was sore and you barely got any sleep — again. You turned onto your other side with all your sleep-deprived power which took a good minute but it did alleviate the pressure from one side of your body.
Only to place it all on the other.
You were so tired from being pregnant, asking yourself why you had agreed to it in the first place.
A warm hand on your stomach made you look up and you were met with the concerned face of your partner — Crosshair — who had developed a crease of worry between his eyebrows ever since you started showing.
Ah. There was the reason you had agreed.
"Did our little one keep you up again, love?" He muttered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.
You groaned in reply when it kicked you again and you saw Cross fighting the smile forcing itself onto his face.
"They're getting quite active," he commented.
"A little fighter," you sighed, placing a hand on top of his. "Just like someone else I know."
"You smitten me, cyare." Crosshair captured your lips in a kiss, his other hand moving to the back of your neck to deepen it.
As you traded soft kisses, the sun continued to rise outside and at some point your kid unfortunately started to press on your bladder. With another unimpressed sound, you pulled back and got up.
Crosshair looked at you with knowing eyes, he had learned to read your little sounds a long time ago, before he too got up. "I'll be in the kitchen."
You nodded and went to relive yourself. After washing your hands, a sweet smell started drifting through the cracks of the door and you followed it right to the kitchen.
Crosshair was setting the table with freshly-made pancakes as you went over and unceremoniously plopped down in the chair.
Somehow, on the short walk from the bathroom to the kitchen, the smell had turned from pleasantly sweet to unbearable and nausea-inducing.
"Everything okay?" Crosshair eyed you as he sat down across from you. You were listlessly stabbing your fork into the pancakes, trying to keep the feeling of sickness at bay before it got too bad.
"I don't— I… I can't eat again," you hugged, your fork clinking against your plate as you let it drop onto the table.
"Hey. Hey, it's okay." Crosshair was by your side in a second, pressing your head against his side. You turned slightly to bury your face in the soft fabric of his shirt. "You need energy." He ran his hand through your hair. "Just eat a little bit, okay? I'll get you something better later."
Logically, you knew that was the smart thing to do but it did nothing to change the way your stomach churned with nausea as you stabbed a piece of the pancakes with your fork.
"This is so annoying," you mumbled after finishing almost one. "Why is pregnancy like this?"
"Want to ask Tech?" Crosshair teased. His brother had been more than helpful throughout your pregnancy, reassuring the both of you at every step that all was going well.
However, this was also Tech. And sometimes, he could not stop talking — especially since this was just as exciting and new for him as it was for the both of you.
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The rest of the morning passed in relative quiet as you finished what you could of the pancakes and Crosshair got ready to go out for some business he had to attend.
Once he was dressed in an outfit that made you blush with how attractive he looked, you followed him to the door to say goodbye.
Crosshair crouched down in front of your belly and kissed it softly too. "Keep her safe, fighter, okay?" Your kid kicked in reply and he chuckled, straightening. "I'll be back soon, okay?" Crosshair leaned down to kiss your forehead too before finally leaving you alone in your home.
For a second you looked at it, fighting the stupid tears that seemed to come more often now — something between happiness and sadness, and then turned to go to your little space for your crafts.
You pulled your half-finished blanket with the yarn towards the couch and settled there to work on the blanket you were planning to make for your kid. Thankfully, it wasn't going to be that big but the feel of the yarn made it very tempting to make another adult-sized one.
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Time passed as you worked in silence with the occasional kick from your stomach making you pause and take a deep breath. Meanwhile, the sun rose to its peak and was already setting by the time Crosshair came back.
"I'm home!" He called from the door as you heard the familiar rustling.
"I'm in the living room," you replied, not making any effort to get up as you were in the middle of counting your stitches. Moments later, hands snaked around your hips and under your stomach, lifting it slightly.
A sound that was something between a groan and a whimper escaped your lips as the heaviness lifted off of your tired bones. "Can you do that all day?"
"Mh, I could, but I do have something for you." He kissed your cheek and pulled back.
Turning around with big eyes, you tried to find whatever he had.
Crosshair chuckled. "Make some space for me?"
You scooted over and he sat next to you, pulling out a bag you hadn't seen before. Inside, there were pickles and a jar of melted chocolate. A gasp escaped you as you desperately tried to reach for it.
The combination sounded utterly disgusting in your head but for whatever reason, it was one of the things you had been craving since your pregnancy started and it was also one of the few things you could reliably keep down.
The former sniper laughed again and placed the foods on the coffee table, letting you dip the pickle in the chocolate before doing the same himself.
"Cheers." You knocked it against his and a splatter of chocolate landed on your face. Crosshair quickly leaned forwards and kissed it off before you could finally indulge in some good food together.
For whatever reason, he had developed the same pregnancy cravings as you, and you loved it. You had heard so many time that others were made fun off by their partners but as you looked at Crosshair enjoying the disgusting pickles with you, warmth bloomed in your chest.
jealous!bad batch boyfriends when you nap in someone else’s bunk
gn reader
warnings: none
hunter
you wake up to him sitting at the edge of the bunk, his stone cold expression softening when he senses you’re awake.
“you comfy over there?” he rasps, eyebrows slightly raised.
“yeah, i guess i just dozed off,” you yawn and stretch out, sort of letting your leg drape over his lap in the process, “wrecker said i could borrow his bed, he’s such a sweetie…”
hunter wraps a firm hand around your ankle, holding you tight as he caresses his thumb over your skin, a slow and deliberate back and forth that makes you look at him more closely. he meets your eyes.
“could’ve just taken mine.”
he says it casually, like it’s no big deal, but you catch his envy, the way it sharpens dark stare. you prop yourself up on an elbow.
“i mean, we share everything around here,” you remind him, “i didn’t think it mattered…”
his fingers tighten around your ankle ever so slightly. just a squeeze that coincides with the clench his jaw. “it matters to me.” he tugs on your leg, carefully pulling you close until he’s able to scoop you up in his arms and press his forehead down on yours.
“i don’t wanna see you in another man’s bed,” he murmurs, brushing your lips together. “and i don’t remember ever agreeing to sharin’ you with my brothers.”
you smile a bit, running your hands down the hard, muscular plane of his chest. “you’re being jealous…”
“hmm, is that funny to you?” he leans in, smirking at the fact that you’re entertained by all of this.
“mhmmm,” you laugh into the deep, open-mouthed kiss he crushes to your lips, closing the distance with a low groan. the kiss is warm and moves slowly, pulling back on your bottom lip in a teasing suck that makes you gasp softly. you take a pause for air, quietly catching your breath as he searches your expression. you look at each other silently at first, weighing your unspoken feelings.
“sometimes…i feel bad for always taking up your space,” you admit.
he shakes his head. “what’s mine is yours, baby,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “long as you’re all mine…”
tech
you don’t realize it bothers him until you’re switching off a shift with echo in the copilot’s seat after hours of convincing him to get some rest. tech is sitting behind the controls, startled when you lean down and kiss the top of his head before sitting down beside him.
“you’ve been awake for days,” you tell him, “would it kill you to sleep for once?”
he answers as blunt as always. “i’ve learned to function without it.”
you laugh drily and shake your head. “i can tell.” you fold your legs behind your head and lean back in your seat, sighing comfortably. “luckily for you, i just slept like a baby. so you’re stuck with me.”
his lips curve in amusement, unable to deny that he likes the sound of that. but his jealousy from seeing you curled up in a bunk that isn’t his still weighs down on his chest, tightening with discomfort. you glance over at him, surprised by his lack of response. he feels your stare and clears his throat.
“crosshair isn’t one to share his space quite easily,” he says pointedly, “perhaps he’s grown fond of you.”
you stare at him in disbelief before laughing, quickly quieting your sounds when you remember there’s people sleeping in the back of the ship. “oh, you’re serious,” you realize aloud. tech looks at you like he doesn’t understand what’s humorous about this conversation, his eyes dropping down when you reach over and place your hand over his with a reassuring squeeze.
“god, for someone so smart, you can be so clueless.” you tilt your head to the side, leaning in a bit closer. “you know it’s just you and me, right? always has been.”
he laces your fingers together, finally meeting your eyes again.
“then it’s just my bed you’ll sleep in.”
you chuckle softly. “deal.”
wrecker
you slowly open your eyes to a familiar weight pressed over your side. it’s his long, burly arm wrapped around you as he spoon you from behind, snoring roughly.
“wrecker,” you whisper, rolling over to shake him awake. “c’mon, big guy, i can’t move…”
he startles awake, rubbing his eyes as he collects himself through a sleepy groan. “yeah, baby, i’m up…”
his gaze pauses on you, and he smiles softly. you roll your eyes at how mushy he gets over you, so easily smitten. “don’t look at me like that, i’m a mess right now…”
he shakes his head and pulls you back into his embrace, kissing the top of your head. “mm, don’t say that,” he mumbles, “you’re always lookin’ pretty…”
you sigh and nuzzle yourself against his warm chest. you can’t deny how comfy he feels, especially when you’re lingering on the edge of sleep. “did you move me here?” you ask him.
“hm? oh, yeah…” he glances down at you as you look up, your gazes locking into place. “dunno what you were doin’ in echo’s bunk, but i didn’t wanna wake you up.” his lips quirk into a sheepish smile. “guess i fell asleep, too..”
your eyes soften as you smile back. you touch his cheek gently, tracing your fingertips across his face. “i just wanted to close my eyes for a second. and echo’s bunk is the cleanest.”
wrecker wrinkles his nose at the later half of your explanation. “i keep mine clean—ever since i started sharin’ it with you, at least,” he says defensively. you laugh and press a kiss to his mouth, successfully shutting him up before he accidentally shakes up the rest of the ship with his thunderous voice. his eyes widen before he lets them flutter shut, and his arms come around you tighter as he deepens the kiss, groaning through the way your mouths devour each other in sync.
“i promise i’ll tidy up,” he mutters, “if you promise not to jump into anyone else’s bed.”
you smile against his lips. “just yours, wrecker.”
crosshair
you know he’s jealous because he’s petty. he never admits such feelings, but the truth reveals itself through his snarkier-than-usual attitude—the little game he plays to act like he doesn’t care.
“c’monnn, crosshair, move over a little,” you whisper into his backside, tickling his rough, scarred skin with some light kisses. he doesn’t budge, taking up the whole space of his bunk with his lanky body. you’re basically falling off, clinging to him desperately.
“ughh, you’re such an ass,” you grumble under your breath.
“hmm, that’s too bad,” he murmurs slowly. “better go runnin’ back to hunter…”
his words take you by surprise. you sit up and hover over him, pushing at his shoulders so that he’ll roll back over toward you. “is that why you’re mad at me?”
he stares up at you with his mouth pressed in its usual, indifferent line. “who says i’m mad?”
you climb on top of him. his hands come down on your thighs when you straddle his torso, now face-to-face. there’s also much more room on the bunk, which is why this position feels familiar, all cozied up despite the impracticalities of his long legs. his gaze is narrow and unimpressed as he looks at you, irritation ticking behind his eyes.
“you’re jealous.” you lean closer, touching the tips of your noses together. “it wasn’t even like that.”
crosshair’s glare deepens. he definitely trusts you and his brothers, but just the mere implication of “that” gets his blood boiling. it’s the most irrational anger he’s ever felt, and yet, he can’t seem to swallow it down. you’re in his head, and it drives him crazy.
“of course it wasn’t.” his spindly fingers trail up your thighs, digging into your ass with a tight squeeze. “they know you’re off limits.”
you roll your eyes and give him a gentle peck on the lips. “you’re getting worked up over nothing.” you trace his mouth with a soft smiling spreading across your own expression. “hunter did say it would piss you off, though.”
crosshair scowls. “as if you all don’t bother me enough.”
you kiss him again, giggling a bit. “aww, but you love it.”
he cradles the back of your head and pulls you in. your lips touch right as he whispers, “only when it’s you.”
echo
you’re pleasantly surprised when he brings you something to drink in a cute mug, watching you with worried eyes as you sit up and take a long sip. his hand strokes down the side of your face softly, his voice even softer while saying, “you’ve been more tired than usual lately.”
you shake your head and glance up at him. “it’s just all the moving around. i’ll get used to it.”
he doesn’t look convinced, but he’s also not the type to boss you around on how to take care of yourself. “you know there’s always space in my bunk anytime you need some rest, right?”
“mhm,” you nod, smiling as he takes the mug back from you to set it aside. “i wish you used it more, to be honest.”
he chuckles softly and shrugs your concern off. “eh, that’s all right. i don’t sleep much anymore.” his eyes soften when he notices your frown, and he tilts your chin up with the pad of his fingertip.
“you’re not a bother around here,” he tells you, somehow seeing right through you before you can even begin to shed some vulnerability. he pauses and shakes his head a bit, sighing at himself. “it’s silly, but…what bothers me more is seeing you in someone else’s bed.”
your eyes widen. you didn’t expect him to care about something as little as this, but looking at him makes you realize that he’s being truthful—the way he always is.
“i didn’t know…” you say, “i’m sorry. i wasn’t thinking, i just…”
he leans down and kisses your forehead. “it’s nothin’ to be sorry about.” he hugs you close to his stomach when you rest the side of your head against him, still sitting while he stands over you. his hand strokes down your hair in slow caresses that nearly put you back to sleep again, but it’s his deep, rumbling voice that keeps you awake.
“i just want you all to myself,” he confesses. “greedy of me, huh?”
“you can be as greedy as you want. i’m all yours.”
he sucks in a breath. “say it again,” he whispers.
you giggle quietly. “which part?”
he laughs, too, and the sound brings you some relief. “just the last part will do.”
you glance up at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you.
my clone headcanons: making eye contact during sex
fem reader
warnings: sexual content
hunter leans in close as he inches himself through your pussy, gripping your jaw. he feels you gasp against his mouth and murmurs, “that’s it, baby, eyes on me…you’re alright…” until he’s all the way inside. he grunts when your tight walls clamp down around his cock, and for a moment, he just stares down at you, his hand caressing your flushed cheek as you wait for him to start moving. “fuck, look at you,” he whispers, kissing you, “taking me so good…” he says as his hips thrust slowly.
tech sucks in a trembling breath when he feels your eyes on him, sort of hissing as the head of his cock rubs on your pulsing, swollen clit. you sink your nails into his backside, clutching him close as his hungry gaze flickers down at you. he inhales shakily and kisses your cheek, his lips still pressed to your skin while murmuring, “you’re such a lovely distraction,” and you whimper when he grinds against your clit, his voice a little raspy. “i can’t look at you without forgetting where i am…”
wrecker drops his face right next to yours as he pounds into you, moving his large body over yours at a rough and uncontrolled pace. you hear him grunting and groaning in your ear, your hands gripping his biceps like you’re holding on for dear life. “fuckin’ love this pussy,” he mutters to himself, and then, “fuckin’ love you…” you turn your head at this, and your eyes meet from the proximity. he grins as he wraps his arms around you in a warm and tight embrace. “yeah, c’mere…”
crosshair holds your gaze silently at first, his eyes dark and narrow as he moves his cock in and out of your pussy, watching every little reaction flutter through your face. it’s like an unspoken competition between the two of you of who will break first and look away, but you’re as defiant as ever when it comes to him. he angles his hips and hits you deeper, smirking at the way your lips part in a breathy gasp. his nimble fingers gently trace your open mouth. “so desperate…” he tuts quietly.
echo has a stern little furrow in his brow when he’s fucking you, groaning deeply under his breath as he focuses on the back and forth of his hips, always sharp and never sloppy. you look up at him and cup his cheeks, smoothing out the faintly creased lines with your touch. his eyes soften upon meeting yours, and his lips curve up slightly into the sweet smile you love. playing off the shyness that creeps up on him, he buries his face into your neck and mutters, “fuck, you feel so good.”
wolffe throws you in different positions whenever he wants, and he chooses missionary when he wants to watch the way he’s just ruining you with his dick, moving deep and slow, a change of pace from how he controls your hips to move back against him, hands gripping your ass. now, he cups your breast and pinches your nipples as you squirm, moaning through his thrusts. “faster, wolffe,” you beg, your round gaze pleading with him. his eyes narrow down at you, twitching slightly when you run a gentle finger down his scar and cup his face. “so fuckin’ greedy,” he murmurs, smirking subtly. you grow a bit nervous under the pressure of his stare, but he holds your jaw in place and leans in close. “you know better than that, baby…”
fox just wants your attention, the needy bitch he is. you moan and whine under his body as he fucks his cock into your wet, dripping pussy, your eyes suddenly colliding with his through a breathy gasp. he stares down at you darkly and keeps hitting that one, deep spot inside of you, making you throw your head back and your eyes squeeze shut from the overwhelming sensation, but his fingers carefully wrap around your throat. “eyes open,” he demands roughly, “mhm, look at me…just me.”
cody chuckles under his breath, but the sound mixes with a low groan when you suddenly clench around him, your eyes widening from how deep he pushes into you. “fuck, baby, you’re such a mess…” he says softly, running his hand down the side of your face. he swipes some disheveled hair away and then presses his forehead to yours, all while looking into your hazy eyes. “something tells me you don’t wanna slow down, though…” he whispers, tilting his head. “hmm, isn’t that right?”
mayday physically feels himself weaken at the way you look at him mid-thrust, your lips slightly parted like you’re begging for a kiss and your eyebrows scrunched in that mix of pleasure and pain from his cock stretching you out. he doesn’t realize he’s been staring until you whisper, “what’s wrong?” and touch his cheek, lightly scratching down into his beard. he blinks and shakes his head, lowering his mouth to your jawline for a little nibble. “it’s nothin’, sweetheart, you’re just driving me crazy…”
rex leans in close right as he thrusts deep inside of you, his gaze trained on you like a hawk. your hands are clawing at his backside, pressing down so he can lower his body to yours and you can hide your face in his chest, muffling your moans. but he fights the pressure of your touch, his muscles flexing under your fingertips as he whispers, “c’mon, baby, don’t get shy on me…look at me.” his voice is commanding and also soft at the same time, willing you to glance up. “there you are,” he smiles.
fives exhales a ragged breath as he slides his length in and out of you, stretching your walls out with the hungry, constant snap of his hips. your gazes lock when you gasp, and he smirks, cocking his head to the side. “oh, baby, i’m gonna cum if you keep lookin’ at me like that,” he tells you in a low, dirty whisper, gripping your thigh to hike it around his waist and drive into you deeper. “you like makin’ me nervous, huh?” he teases, dropping his forehead to yours as he holds your stare.
kix smiles and presses a soft kiss to your mouth, his eyes still on yours when he pulls back to look at you again. “mm, you’re so pretty,” he hums under his breath, leaning down to nuzzle your noses together affectionately, his hips rolling into yours slowly and spreading your legs apart. your lips brush together again before he kisses you deeper this time, gently sucking on your bottom lip until it’s swollen. “can’t believe you’re all mine,” he whispers against your mouth, feeling you moan into him.
jesse grabs your cheeks between his rough fingers and squeezes gently, bringing your lips together in a sloppy kiss. your gazes lock when he comes back up for air, panting hard and slow as his hips stutter against yours. “fuck,” he curses under his breath and pauses, his length pulsing inside of you with a frustrating stillness. “what is it?” you whisper softly, wrapping your legs around his waist. he skims his nose down the side of your face. “i wanna last, but you’re so fuckin’ sexy…”
hardcase notices you look back at him as he fucks you from behind, grabbing onto your plush love handles to control your movements back and forth around his cock. he snickers under his breath and asks, “you like what you see, baby, or did you have something to say?” you open your mouth to respond but your words get stifled into a moan as you drop your head back down into the pillow, crying out from his thrusts that kiss all the way up to your cervix. “yeah…thought so,” he whispers.
gregor catches your gaze with a cheeky little smirk, firmly pushing your knees to bend your legs like a pretzel. he fucks you deeper at this angle, and you arch your back, gasping as you roll your head to the side. “mm-mm, keep those eyes on me, pretty girl,” he teases softly, his eyes crinkled at the corners from his smile when you look at him. “there we go, not so hard, is it?” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. “i just wanna see you,” he whispers.
howzer watches you as he fucks you, just loves the way you look when you’re whimpering his name and moaning through his thrusts, but he falls apart the moment your eyes stare up at him pleadingly even though you’re not begging for anything. “fuck, baby, i can’t think when you look at me like that,” he groans, dropping his head, his back muscles tightening under your grip. “like what?” you whisper obliviously, stroking his hair. he kisses your shoulder blade. “you know,” he mutters.
emerie averts her gaze away out of instinct, nervously burying her face into your chest. you gasp when her lips latch around the bud of your nipple, distracting herself from the butterflies that come from getting a glimpse of your flushed cheeks, the pouty face you make when you’re getting fucked. “emerie…” you breathe, cradling the back of her head. you stroke your hand down and whisper, “don’t hide from me, baby.” she kisses between your tits, murmuring, “who says i’m hiding?”
Idk what this is, I just wanted to put him in an outfit and I've been looking at a lot of hanfu/Chinese fashion lately. So imagine if Maul was in a cdrama, I guess.
