Iâm in school, so I write when I can. Most, if not all, of my writing will likely be about the clones⊠I love them hehe. Some of the content will have a mature rating, in which I will indicate. Either way, I donât feel comfortable having minors on my page, so if you are one, please find the nearest exit.Â
Requests are open! Fluff, angst or smut with your choice of clone! For smut specifically, I usually write for AFAB and very rarely gender neutral. Iâm a x reader author!
If you see a like, reblog or follow from @zonkedorchid-main , thatâs me! This is my secondary blog and I'm too lazy to separate them LOL
Description: After a deadly blow to your squad, you join Master Plo temporarily. You and 104th Commander don't see eye to eye on anything, but you can't help the feelings that grow for the grouchy clone. One sided enemies to lovers, you could say. Jedi!reader. Fem!reader. AFAB. Some OC's. Eventual smut.
**Note for His Favorite General: updated 7/3/26. Next chapter 7/19.
Off limits
Description: Wolffe expressing his feelings??? Medic!Reader. Gender neutral.
Description: Jesse is a huge flirt. Medic!reader. Fem!reader.
Crush to Boyfriend â (mentions of sex but nothing explicit)
Description: Gender neutral.
ARC trooper Echo x reader
Just friends? â
Description: Echo and you are just friends... at least that's what you tell yourself. A silly game of truth or dare may be the breaking point. AFAB.
ARC trooper Fives x reader
Right in front of me
Description: You have a crush on Fives, and Fives doesn't feel the same. At least that's what you think. Gender neutral!reader. Medic!reader.
Call It What You Want â
Description: Very loosely based off of Call It What You Want by Taylor Swift. You have a surprise your boyfriend, Fives. Jedi!reader. AFAB.
Hardcase x reader
drabble â
Description: Your boyfriend just got back and he shows you just how much he missed you. AFAB. Yes, I know itâs not technically a drabble, I just got carried away and was too lazy to think of a new name.
Captain Rex x reader
Date night in
Description: It's supposed to be yours and the Captain's date night, but you're having a hard time. Your Captain, however, is always there for you. Gender neutral!reader.
A morning with Rex
Description: You and Rex get some time off. Rex likes to cuddle. Gender neutral.
Kix x reader
Itâs not what you think â
Description: You have been pining over Kix since day one. With Jesseâs help, you decide to tell Kix how you feel, however there is a misunderstanding. Medic!reader. AFAB.
We'll Meet Again â
Description: Description: You and Kix have a reunion in a storage room. Jedi!reader. AFAB.
Description: You and the 212th Commander have been dancing around each other for awhile. You hope to finally push him over the edge with a surprise. Reader wears a dress. AFAB.
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Hunter x reader
Massage â
Description: You give Hunter a massage and things turn spicy. AFAB.
I thought we were friends â (no smut)
Part 2 â
Description: You thought you and Hunter were friends until he pulls away suddenly. The truth is revealed during a mission. Gender neutral.
Echo x reader
Gorgeous â (no smut, just vulgar language)
Description: Shy!reader has a hard time talking to Echo because of their crush. Protective Echo comes to the rescue during a bad date. Gender neutral. Very loosely based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift.
Drunken night
Description: Echo takes care of you after a night out. Gender neutral.
Wrecker x reader
Sweet and Spicy â
Description: Two short scenarios (fluff and smut) of Wrecker. Can be read as gender neutral. In the first part, reader is described as having hair long enough to braid and is "soft".
Cuddles
Description: You're exhausted, and Wrecker provides a solution. Gender neutral!reader.
Okay okay! Iâm releasing the Alpha 17 fic tmrrw!
The small (18+) blurb I got right now is training with Hunter :P
You noticed how he watched you as you stretched, so you invited him over to âhelpâ you.
He knew what you were doing, and he decided you both could play this game.
Heâd constantly whisper into your ear âyouâre doing so goodâ, âcome on give me one moreâ, âfasterâ or âdonât stopâ. He knew what his words did to you.
Your breaking point was him coming from behind, wrapping himself over you like a blanket to âhelp you with your formâ.
You got the last laugh though when you pushed your ass back into his crotch. He let out a low hum and his grip tightened on you ever so slightly.
âLetâs go somewhere more privateâ wasnât a suggestion from him.
Please tell me Iâm not getting sick right before finals đ«đ«đ«
Anyways angsty Captain Rex thought for the night:
Rex always thought he was doing right by disregarding his feelings for you.
Heâs a soldier. Only a solider.
At least thatâs what he would tell himself. His reason why he shouldnât⊠couldnât pursue anything with you.
Even when his heart told him that you felt so right in his arms. It wasnât fair to you or him. So, he did what his brain told him was right and let you go.
Sometimes he wonders about you at night. If you think of him. If life were different. Maybe once the war was overâŠ
As Iâm finishing my Alpha 17 fic (spoiler: itâs a bodyguard x princess trope), I thought Iâd resume my blurbs and thoughts :)
Warning: not proofread!!, angsty Fox thought incoming, arguing, fluff-ish ending, gender neutral
Note: this turned out longer than I meant oops
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Fox is always overworked and stressed, but today had been one of the worst day for him and his men. All he wanted to do was go home and just relax, but he made the mistake of carrying all the frustration home with him.
Fox was immediately met by a tight hug from you when he entered the apartment. You shouldâve known something was off with his weak return of the physical affection. However, you continued to question him about his day and if he had eaten anything â him answering your questions in less than five words shouldâve been the other clue.
You started getting dinner plated for him, excitedly babbling about your day as he sat in silence. It wasnât something unusual. Fox told you he enjoyed listening to you talk, since he wasnât exactly the most talkative person himself.
When you sat down to eat with him, you continued on with your stories until you noticed Fox had barely touched anything on his plate. You, of course, asked, âIs everything alright?â
The words of concern somehow were the final straw.
âMaker, if I knew I wouldnât get a moment of peace here, I wouldâve stayed at the office!â
That was the first time Fox had ever raised his voice at you. Sure, youâve heard him talk like that to other people, but never you. You sat stunned in silence, while your heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible force. You felt tears quickly start to form, and you were not about to cry in front of him.
âIâm sorry,â you looked down at your plate before standing from your chair and heading to your bedroom. You sat down on the edge of your bed, mindlessly staring out the window in front of you. You felt the wet trails the tears left on your cheeks, and the pressure in your chest only got heavier.
Your thoughts were racing, scolding yourself about being clingy and not noticing that he wanted to be left alone. You were sure Fox was going to go back to the office like he said, so the knock on your door scared you from your thoughts.
âCyare⊠can I come in?â You heard Foxâs muffled voice through the door. You didnât answer though, unsure what the best answer was.
Fox, however, only stood for a few moments of silence before opening the door. He paused in the door way, taking in your teary face. He whispered a curse under his breath, then he entered your shared room. He slowly made his way over with a worried look on his face.
âCyareâŠâ he quietly started.
âIâm sorry,â you cut him off. âI shouldâve known to give you some space.â
âDonât apologize,â Fox then sharply cut you off. He knelt down in front of you, grabbing your hands that were twisted in your pants.
âCyare, donât apologize to me. I shouldâve never spoken to you like that. I was tired and frustrated, and I shouldâve never taken that out on you. Please donât leave me.â You stared into his pleading eyes, slightly shocked at his words.
Fox looked away from you before sighing defeatedly. He shook his head and stood, dropping your hands.
âYou donât deserve to be treated like that. Kriff⊠I always knew I was going to mess this up. Iâm just going to go back to the office-â
âFox!â You interrupted, standing to close the distance between you two. âI donât want you to leave.â
âI should though-â
âNo, youâre staying,â you said sternly. His eyes darted between yours, looking for any hesitation.
âWhy didnât you just tell me?â You murmured.
Foxâs frown deepened. âI thought Iâd be fine. I didnât want to ruin your mood, but instead I made it a lot worse.â
You shook your head lightly. âJust please tell me next time,â you sighed, looking up at your stubborn boyfriend.
âOf course,â he quickly agreed before slowly grabbing one of your hands. Fox gave a soft tug on it, silently asking if more was okay. You quickly fell into him, holding him close. Fox returned the affection with full force, his face falling into your hair as he took a deep breath.
âThank you for putting up with me,â he whispered into your hair.
âI love you,â was your answer and your reason.
âI love you more,â he shot back playfully. You opened your mouth to argue, but he already beat you to it, âNo, cyare, itâs not possible for you to love me more.â
Fox pulled away, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw one of yours. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before a more exhausted breath left his mouth.
âAm I still allowed in the bed?â Fox quietly joked.
âHmm,â you contemplated with exaggeration.
Foxâs fingers found your sides to give them a playful squeeze, which made you let out a giggle from the ticklish touch.
âOkay, fine!â You surrendered. Fox pulled you back in once again, and his lips immediately found yours â he loved whenever you giggled into your kiss.
âLetâs call it a night, cyare. Iâm tired,â Fox mumbled.
âOkay, Fox,â you happily returned. You detached from him to start getting ready for bed as your own wave of fatigue from the emotional turmoil washed over you.
Fox, however, barely left your side throughout your routine. His hands also didnât leave you with innocent touches meant to make sure you wouldnât disappear.
When you two finally got in bed, Fox also made sure there was not a single centimeter of space between you. He held you closer than he had ever had.
âI love you so much, sometimes it scares me,â he confessed into the warm night air.
âFox,â you softly drew out his name in worry.
âLetâs just go to sleep,â Fox gently shushed you. You wanted to argue, but you decided to save it for the morning.
âI love you,â you said anyways.
Fox waited until your breaths became deep and even before he fell asleep â his last thought being how he would make it up to you the next morning.
Iâve been a long time lurker, but I just want to say this- Iâm sorry sorry about the passing your your dog. I really hope you have time to take care of yourself and rest. Iâm sure the others can agree with me when I say this, but, take as much time as you needâ€ïž we love your fics and drabbles, but your mental health will always come first.
Sending warm hugs,
-Heich
Omg thank you for this sweet message đ„č It actually made me tear up some đđđ
Iâm glad thereâs people who enjoy what I write because it honestly makes me love writing so much more!
I know the clone community is small (well, smaller), but everyone is just so kind and Iâm just so happy that there are such wonderful people out in the world.
I also was surprised when I saw that I now have 99 followers (RIP my man 99, youâll never be forgotten đ). Thank you guys for that!!!! Even if we havenât interacted, I still appreciate the support.
Iâm not completely back on, but I am brewing up an Alpha-17 smut piece just to get back into the groove. Then Iâll get to my request and then put out another chapter of His Favorite General. I donât have an exact time frame for it all, but thank you all for being patient.
Now let me go catch up on all the fics I missed đââïžđââïžđââïž
Soooooo a lot of shit has happened this week, one of those things being my dog passing away.
That being said, Iâm going to be taking a break for a bit â maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks. Iâm just gonna need all my limited energy to be focused on school right now.
I do see the request in my inbox and I promise I will get to it at some point anon.
Description: After the incident during last week's mission, you're left wondering where you stand with Hunter. Gender neutral.
Part 2 to I thought we were friends
Words: 2.0k
Warnings: pretty tame besides the handjob, 18+
Masterlist
Note: lowkey idk if I like this, but I promised y'all I would have it posted today. Maybe I'll rewrite it in the future idk.
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You feel his gaze on you again. Itâs a feeling youâve become familiar with over the last week. Ever since the incident in the closet, heâs been following you, but only with his eyes.
It pains you to say, but you and Hunter havenât had any time together since then. There has been no time to figure out what is happening between you two or if anything is happening. Itâs not yours or his fault because both of you know the priority is the team. However, that doesnât mean you arenât slightly frustrated at this stagnation of events. Heâs right in front of you, and yet you canât do anything.Â
It wasnât until this last mission did you see your chance;
Everyone was asleep in their bunks, except for Hunter who was in the cockpit. You quietly snuck out of the bunks and tiptoed towards the direction of Hunter. When you reached the cockpit, you could see him slouched over with his head in hands. For a second, you thought about leaving, but you know he has heard you by now.
Your assumption is confirmed when you hear a gruff, âWhat are you doing up?â
Hunter hasnât looked up, but you can hear the exhaustion saturating his voice.
âJust checking on you,â you murmur, trying to keep your voice quieter for him. You get a hum in return, and you decide to go sit in the chair next to him. You look at his fatigued figure, and your chest aches at the sight.
âHowâs your head?â you ask.
âBetter,â Hunter answers, but the way he says it is unconvincing. You sit there in silence for a few seconds, contemplating if you should leave. You donât want to overwhelm him and his senses anymore than they already are. He has told you before about his migraines after a mission, and you donât want to be the reason it gets worse just because you want some time alone with him.
âYou make it better,â his voice breaks you from your internalized debate.
âHuh?â you dumbly respond, not thinking you heard him right.
âI said-â he finally raises his head up to look at you, and his tired eyes find yours, â-you make it better.â
You stare at him in silence, your brain trying to conjure up a response. Unfortunately, all you come up with is, âOh.â
Hunter chuckles at your reaction before leaning back. When he does, a few strands of hair fall away from his eyebrow, revealing a cut.
âYouâre hurt,â you audibly note and automatically search for the first aid kit.
âIâm alright,â Hunter tries to reassure you.
But you have to argue, âLet me at least clean it.âÂ
Hunter smirks at your determination, âIf itâll make you feel better, meshâla.â Youâre not facing him, thankfully, otherwise he would see the way your eyes widen at the pet name. Youâre not exactly sure what it means, but youâve heard Wrecker say it once when he was flirting with the owner of a bakery. So, you assume itâs a good thing.
You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, but they seem to be fighting their own war. You put your attention back on the first aid kit before bringing a swab over to Hunter. Hunter, of course, is still smirking, clearly amused by your flustered state, but you ignore him. You carefully brush his hair to the side, while you stand over him. The position is not very comfortable for your back, but you donât mind if itâs for Hunter.Â
Hunter, however, does notice, mainly because of the slight grimace on your face. Before the swab can touch him, he takes your wrist and gently tugs you towards him. Youâre not sure what heâs doing â not until you find yourself sitting sideways in his lap. Heâs only in his blacks, so you immediately feel his body heat under your legs. Your cheeks are burning at the position, and you stare at him for a good moment, which prompts him to ask, âYou okay?â
He may have asked if you, yourself, were okay, but the tone in his voice sounds more like a âIs this okay?â
âYeah, Iâm good,â you finally squeak out. You blink a few times before returning to the task. Youâre so close to him, you can see every miniscule scar on his face, and your heart clenches at the thought of everything he has had to go through. You donât realize you were staring until you feel his large hand gently squeeze your waist. You meet his mischievous brown eyes, but neither of you say anything.Â
You quickly clear your throat and finally start cleaning his cut. Hunter lets out a grunt at the first contact, which makes you pull it back.
âItâs okay. You donât have to be so gentle,â Hunter says, which causes your eyebrows to scrunch in reluctance.
âI want to be gentle for you,â you whisper. You can see something in Hunter change. You canât exactly pin point it, but you can tell what you said did something to him by the way his throat bobbed.
You return your attention back to the cut and finish cleaning it. Although, you were slightly distracted in the middle of it when you felt Hunterâs thumb start to rub little circles on your hip.
âOkay, Iâm done,â you quietly announce. You lean back from his face, but you also make no move to get up from his lap.
âAm I going to make it, doc?â Hunter jokes in that deep voice of his.
âI donât know⊠itâs 50/50 right now,â you return his banter.
âI know something that can make me feel better,â his voice somehow manages to get deeper.Â
âYeah? Whatâs that?â you return in your own hushed voice. He doesnât audibly answer though. Instead, his eyes flicker down to your lips, which makes your breath catch in your throat.Â
You find yourself subconsciously leaning in, but Hunterâs hand still finds your cheek.Â
âThis okay?â he huskily asks, only breaking eye contact with your lips to look into your eyes. You donât even answer, and instead you connect your lips with his. His hand cupping your face, immediately pulls you closer â if thatâs even possible.
The gentleness of this kiss only lasts for a few seconds until the hunger from both of you takes over. His slightly chapped lips move against yours, like theyâre trying to claim you. The tip of his tongue teases your bottom lip, and you part your mouth to let him in. Youâre so caught up in the kiss, you almost forgot you had to breathe. You pull back slightly to breathe, but Hunter continues his journey from your jaw to your neck. You let out a harsh huff of air when you feel him gently nip at your neck.
âHunter,â you sigh as your hands find his hair.
âIâve been waiting for this,â he says into the crook of your neck in between kisses and nips.
âMe too,â you hum. When you squirm on his lap to try to get closer to him, you feel something against your leg â something hard.Â
âHunter,â you chuckle, and his face finally withdraws from your neck. That smirk is once again on his face.
âYeah?â he smugly inquires, but he already knows. You catch him off guard when you cup his bulge before giving it a gentle, but firm, squeeze. Hunter lets out a low moan, one that almost sounds like a growl. His eyes squeeze shut as his head tilts back to rest on the seat. You tease his cock through his pants, as you run your hand up and down his covered length. You feel his hips under you start to slightly rock with your movements.Â
âTake it out,â you whisper. Hunterâs eyes shoot open to look at you before turning to look over his shoulder, presumably at the door. You think heâs about to say no, that you guys shouldnât do this here, but suddenly, he lets out an unintelligible string of curses before lifting his hips up to pull his pants down slightly. His cock springs free, almost hitting his stomach. Itâs flushed a deep red, and his tip is already smeared with his precum.Â
You donât even think twice before you reach out for it. You drag your thumb over his slit, which makes him hiss.
âPlease,â Hunter raspily begs. And you show him mercy, as you slowly start to pump him. You only pull your hand away once to spit in your hand before returning it to his cock. Hunterâs breaths become heavier, and his head eventually finds your neck again in order to muffle his moans.
âFeels so good,â you hear him praise you at one point. He urges you to go faster, and his hips start rocking more aggressively. You wouldâve been worried about falling off his lap, but his grip around your waist was tight.Â
The lewd slick noises were filling the quiet cabin of the Marauder. Anyone could have walked in, but neither you nor Hunter cared at the moment. You both had waited for each other long enough.
âGonna come,â he warns you. He captures your lips in another heated kiss, groaning into your mouth. You focus on his sensitive tip, giving it a few twists of your hand before Hunter comes all over his shirt and your hand. Heâs panting into your mouth, while his eyes remain closed. You carefully release him before kissing the side of his mouth.
You give him a few moments to collect himself before you snuggle into him. His other arm wraps around you, pulling you close to him. Itâs a few more moments before his breathing returns to a somewhat steady rate.Â
His hand finds the back of your head, cueing you to look at him. He presses a tender kiss to your lips before whispering, âThank you.â
You quietly chuckle before joking, âYouâre more than welcome. If you ever want to do this again, you know where to find me.â
Hunter regards you for a second, his face not giving away what heâs feeling, but you had the feeling like you said something wrong.
âYou know I want more than that⊠with you, right?â he murmurs.
The butterflies in your stomach suddenly erupt again. Hunter, however, continues, âI know we havenât had any time together recently to talk, and I really enjoyed this. Like a lot. But I want more of you⊠all of you if thatâs okayâŠâ
A big smile breaks out on your face, and you donât hesitate to answer, âOf course thatâs okay, Hunter.â
A smile that could rival your own appears on Hunterâs lips.Â
âOnly if that means I get all of you too,â you say.
âYou already had me,â Hunter returns with an affectionate gleam in his dark eyes. Your brain goes silent at his sweet words, and youâre worried you were silent for too long but Hunter is already speaking.
âLetâs get that hand of yours cleaned up.â
You somehow forgot about the sticky mess on your hand, but you nod your head in agreement. In the fresher, Hunter stands behind you as he helps you wash your hands. You insisted you could do it yourself, but Hunter said it was his job to clean you up â but really, he just wanted a reason to keep close to you.
Both of you return to the cockpit, and Hunter places you back into his lap again. Youâre about to fall asleep in his arms when breaks the silence once more.
âIâm returning the favor when we get back,â he whispers into your ear before placing a kiss on your temple.Â
âCanât wait,â you sleepily tease, making Hunter nip at your neck again.Â
I thought we were friends part 2 will be out sunday (7/12) and yes, there will be smut
But I thought I'd entertain y'all with another thought -- my first captain rex smut piece *double gasp*
Warnings: 18+ obviously, reader has pierced nipples
Note: I accidentally posted this on my main page before I deleted it to post here... so if you saw that... no you didn't
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Rex was never a boobs or ass guy. It's cheesy, but he genuinely did just like everything about you. Whenever you two had sex, he worshipped ALL of you because he knew to never take something so precious for granted.
He didn't really have a favorite position either. Maybe he would answer missionary so he could look into your eyes as he made love to you, but doggy or cowgirl... he had no strong feelings towards. Don't get me wrong, he still thinks you're crazy hot no matter what, but he's a romantic.
That was until your surprise for him...
You were on Rex's lap, grinding against him, while your lips were locked with his. It wasn't until his hand started snaking his hand up towards your boob did you slide off of him.
"What's wrong?" he pants, as he looks at you standing between his legs.
"I have a surprise," you giggle, your cheeks burning in anticipation of his reaction. You slowly peel your shirt off, and you can tell the exact moment Rex sees your surprise. His eyes widen and his jaw slackens. Rex even stops breathing, and the room fills with a charged silence as he takes in your newest addition.
The glint of the metal is hard to miss, even with the dim lighting of the room.
You step towards him now, and you rest your hands on his strong shoulders while his hands automatically find your hips. He still hasn't broken eye contact with your piercings nor has he said anything, but the way he squeezes your hips tells you he very much likes what he sees.
"Rex... I have some rules though," you murmur, trying gently to get his attention. When he looks up, his pupils are blown wide, and you can tell he's trying hard to keep his focus on your face and not look back down.
"I just got them done... so no touching just yet... mouth or hands," you say, as you run one hand over his short blonde hair. His jaw clenches at that, obviously delaying some of the dirty plans his mind was brewing.
"Of course, love," Rex responds before glancing back down. You climb back into his lap and capture his lips in another kiss. And that night, you stayed on top most of the time. Rex was more than distracted as you bounced on top of him, giving him the perfect view of your piercings.
Rex loved to praise you, but tonight he seemed at a loss for words. "Mesh'la" seemed to be the only word he could speak. He would say it so softly, you would think he was in a trance -- which he was.
From that night on, Rex became a boobs man. He was still very adamant that he loved all of you, but you noticed the way his eyes would always linger longer on your nipples after that and how suddenly you found yourself on top much more often.
Unrelated thought while I write the second part to âI thought we were friendsâ:
Captain Rex is lowkey a creep â WAIT WAIT WAIT IN THE SENSE THAT if he wakes up before you, he just likes to watch you sleep. You look so peaceful in your sleep, and your stillness and proximity gives him time to really memorize all your features. His eyes will flicker across your face as he tries to hold himself back from touching you.
Eventually though, he does give in and presses a light kiss to your cheek. When you start mumbling nonsense to him in your sleepy state, he wraps his arms around you to settle you. âShh, go back to sleep, love,â he murmurs against your temple.
When you ask Jesse to keep his armor on (including his helmet) during sex, he swears he has never been harder in his life. And if there just so happens to be a mirror in the same room⊠he will take you right in front of it so both of you can watch.
Random thought: Crosshair vs Mayday calling you âprincessâ
Warning: use of the pet name âprincessâ (ik itâs not for everyone), some smut, 18+
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Crosshair who calls you âprincessâ as a way to get under your skin. If he wants to get you going, all he has to do is utter that name. Crosshair would never tell you, but he only calls you that so you give him your attention â and he thinks youâre beautiful when youâre yelling at him (#he has issues).
Crosshair who calls you âprincessâ in bed as a way to tease you. Especially after you begged him to let you be on top, but now your trembling legs are too tired to help you move.
âWhatâs wrong? Too much work for you, princess?â Crosshair teases below you. You muster a glare to send his way, but you still give in and let him take control. Even though Crosshair teases you, he secretly loves that youâre a pillow princess. Heâs an asshole, but your pleasure is important to him.
Vs
Mayday who calls you âprincessâ only to show adoration â he never says it in a condescending way. He definitely gives you princess treatment, so itâs only natural for âprincessâ to be added in the list of affectionate names he has for you.
Mayday knows heâs lucky to have you, to love you, and always makes sure to tell you that. Itâs cheesy, but when he has you sprawled out on the bed, your hair perfectly framing your face, and your soft eyes looking up at him, Mayday thinks your beauty is something only out of a fairytale.
Mayday who wonât argue about letting you on top. In fact, he LOVES it when youâre on top. âSo beautiful⊠doing so well, princess,â he murmurs from below, taking in the ethereal view above him. He gets off on praising you just as much as you get off on his praise. His hands find your hips, just to ground both of you in this intimate moment.
Goodnight thought â well more like a snippet Iâll maybe expand on (NOT PROOFREAD):
Crosshair x gender neutral!reader, enemies to lovers
Warnings: icky drunk man not knowing boundaries
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When you first met Crosshair, he didnât even try to hide his distaste for you. Hunter told you not to take his words seriously, but at every turn, Crosshair had something to say about you â something about your hair, your clothes, the way you do your job, blah blah blah.
Wrecker made a joke about never having heard Crosshair say so many words to someone. Usually, youâd be flattered, but Crosshairâs personal mission seems to be making your life a living hell.
You try to ignore him, you really do. You want to keep this team running without any hiccups, but you can only take so much.
You find yourself at a bar on some random planet. Tech and Echo are trying to fix whatever is going on with the Marauder, but you were not going to stick around â not with Crosshair lurking around.
Itâs the typical drunk locals that are keeping you company. Well, youâre in a corner, sipping on whatever the bar tender had put in front of you. You donât know what the drink is called, but it burns on its way down. You shouldâve known that your quiet bubble wouldâve been bursted sooner rather than later.
A drunk patron who reeks of sweat suddenly throws his arm around you. You quickly push him off of you, standing from your bar seat.
âDonât touch me,â you snarl.
âOh, come on, baby,â the man drunkenly coos. âI can tell youâre not from around here, but I can show you some real fun,â the man tries to approach you again.
However, youâre not able to say or do anything before the man goes flying back. Crosshairâs towering form seems have to appeared from thin air.
âYou need to keep your hands to yourself,â Crosshair hisses.
âI didnât even touch them,â the patron lied as he tried to regain their footing.
Crosshair takes a step forward, likely to do something that would leave this guy bruised and sore in the morning, but you quickly grab his hand.
âCrosshair, stop. Letâs just go,â you plead. Your night was already ruined, and you didnât need the townâs authorities adding to your list of ever-growing problems.
Crosshair quickly glances down at your joined hands and regards the sight for a quiet moment before looking back up at you. He doesnât say a word as he withdraws his hand from yours and heads for the door. You quickly follow after him, but not before paying your tab with the grumbling bartender.
âI didnât even know you were there,â you huff as you catch up to Crosshair. He walks at a leisurely pace, but his long lanky legs allow him to cover more distance than you so you have to walk a bit faster to keep up.
Crosshair doesnât answer you though.
âThank you, but I had it handled,â you mutter. Youâre surprised when Crosshair stops walking and turns to look down at you. His eyes are flickering across your face, as a contemplative look takes place on his own face. After a few moments under his intense scrutiny, he hums noncommittally.
âDonât need to handle it by yourself,â he mumbles. Your eyebrows shoot up in response, surprised at his slightly sweet response. But you feel like something is coming because Crosshair is not sweet. Heâs annoying, nit picky and rude.
âWhat? So only youâre allowed to bother me?â You sass, crossing your arms in front of you. Crosshairâs eyes follow the movement before he tilts his head to the side and smirks.
âYeah. I am,â he amusedly returns. He doesnât wait for your response though before he turns and starts walking again.
âHey! Weâre not done here,â you call out behind him hurrying to catch up with him once more.
Also⊠probably shouldâve asked about a taglist for His Favorite General Series a long time ago, but I genuinely didnât think anyone would have been interested in the series đ
But if anyone would like me to tag them from now on, let me know! đ«¶
Edit: if youâre liking this post Iâm assuming youâre telling me to add you to the list
