Sewn back together wrong. 37. Nonbinary. Disabled. Fic writer. scavenger_invader on ao3. This blog is sexually explicit and not appropriate for minors. 18+ only.
Star Wars, math, programming, art, metal, disability and BDSM. Give me dad!Maul or give me death.
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I want to carry you with me everywhere. I want jewelry with your initials on it, or a symbol that makes me think of you. I want your old hoodies and tshirts. I want little trinkets you've found for me. I want little pieces of you that remind me I'm yours and that you're mine.
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I have a head canon that he sees it as a sacred time bc of his reconnection with his Dathomiri roots. The extra sensitivity and opportunity to "touch the divine feminine" (spoken in dathomiri omfg my knees are weakkkk) makes him feral. Fucks you like youre a goddess and absolution can only be his when your eyes roll back in your skull
A/N: CROSSHAIR MY BELOVED. I actually didn't like him during season 1 but then fell in love. I tend to fall in love with characters I hate at first lmao
Warnings: NSFW, smut, sexual content, minors do not interact, ‼️personal opinions‼️
Word count: 1651
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He'll try to act very casual about it. Aftercare? Pfffft, he doesn't need that. He'll act as if he's doing you a favour by tending to you and cleaning you both up. He'll wrap his arms around you like "ughhh, if you really insist", but inside he'll feel super warm and giddy. TOUCH STARVED CROSSHAIR SUPERMACY.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On himself, he really likes his hands. And he definitly has something to be proud of cause HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?!
When it comes to you, he's an ass guy. Seeing you in shorts or seeing how your ass jiggles while he fucks you from behind really gets him gping.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He's a huge clean freak, so he really doesn't like it when cum gets on stuff. He'd rather finish inside of you, if you let him. If either of you makes a mess, he starts feeling pretty gross as soon as the sex is over.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Secretly wants to be dommed and brat tamed. Although he will NOT bring it up. Ever. You might figure it out, though, and if you do, he might let you do it ocassionaly. But not too often, he needs to be in a specific mood. And only after you're way into your relationship.
Secret praise kink.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He has a lot of experience with rough sex: stuff like quickies, domming, one night stands, etc. It was always usually about releasing the pent up frustration, though. He knows what he's doing, but it'll take a bit for him to prioritze your pleasure more and allow himself to show emotions.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy style plus pining you against any surface.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Do sarcastic comments count? Otherwise he's not very humorous.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Grey, the same as on his head. He keeps it very well trimmed at all times — not exactly bare, but definitly not too grown out.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Depends how much he trusts you and how far along you are in your relationship. At the beggining it'll be purely physical. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, he'll start letting his guard down, and sex will become a way for him to show his love for you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
That entirely depends on how much privacy he has. When he's travelling on the Marauder with his squad, he practically doesn't jerk off, except some quick rare moments in the shower when he really needs it. With the close quaters they share, he hates the idea of Hunter hearing even as much as a hitch in his breath. It usually ends up with him being more snarky and rude, though, cause he's super pent up. f he has more privacy, like after settling down on Pabu and getting his own room, he'll do it quite a bit as a stress reliever if you're not there. If you are there, however, he much prefers having sex with you instead. He'll sometimes start jacking off when he knows you'll come in soon. Then, when you freeze in the door, he'll just give you a lazy smile. "What, are you not going to join me?"
Even when he's with you, though, he still sometimes wants to indulge in his strictly me-time. He will NOT be caught then. And if you do somehow catch him, he'll get rude and irritated.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Gunplay, sort of. Is it still gunplay if it's his rifle? Bondage, blindfolds, pain kink, begging, edging/orgasm delay/orgasm denial, brat taming, discipline, gags, handcuffs, overstimulation, kneeling for him, punishment, dirty talkkkkk, you get the gist. Just generally a lot of BDSM stuff.
Oh, and authority kink. If you used to be someone with a higher rank than him, he's folding. Wear your uniform and he'll be on his knees calling you your rank.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He'll do it anywhere that's private, but his favourite's are your shared bed (since he can take his time with you there and it's comfortable) and the shower (because it's cleaner).
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He surprisingly gets really turned on by watching you handle his rifle. Maybe it's because he doesn't let other people touch it and it feels intimate to him, or maybe it's because there's something really erotic about seeing your hands cleaning it.
He also gets riled up from arguing with you. Not like serious arguments where you hurt each other, but the petty teasing. Seeing you angry just does something to him. Plus seeing you threaten someone or fight. Ugh, he's so into it.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything too messy. So anything like cum play, period sex, watersports, food play etc is immediately off the table. He might compromise about some things if it's a really big deal to you but he won't do it often and probably only in the shower lol
No degradation either. He's way more sensitive than he lets on. And he'd never want to make you feel bad either. Sure, he's snarky and rude a lot, but he has boundaries that he won't cross, especially with you.
Plus anything in public is an immediate no from him. He's really private, and he gets vulnerable a lot during sex with you, because he trusts you. I know I said he's usually not very emotional during sex, but there will always be something shining through, at least with you. Anyone else seeing him like that is a nightmare.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He just slightly prefers receiving. Seeing your mouth wrapped around his cock as you stare up at him is just something he could never forget. But he is good at giving too, he just feels a little vulnerable doing it, especially when it's not on the bed and he's kneeling for you instead. So he'll do it a lot more after he starts to seriously trust you and feel comfortable with you. And he's GREAT with his tounge. Seriously. Have you seen him and those damn toothpicks?
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Oh, definitly fast and rough, especially at the beggining. With time, as he learns to trust you more — and finally feels comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you — he'll be slow and sensual more often. But even then, more times than not he'll be on the fast and rough side.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
As often as he can. Sure, he'd rather take his time, but it's not always possible. He's not opposed to quickies at all. Fucking you quickly roughly and making you scream his name is definitly a yes.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Depends what kind of risks. He'll never risk you two getting caught. He's up for most other things, though, except those mentioned in N = No.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can definitly last pretty long, and he can also go for like 3 to 4 rounds until he's done, sometimes more.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I feel like he's a bit like Maul in this area. The thought of you needing toys when you have him makes him feel weird, and not in the good way.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Is this seriously a question? This is Crosshair, the king of teasing. Teasing is like a second nature to him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's pretty quiet, especially at the beggining. Really muffles the noises he makes. Curses (especially Mando'a), low grunts, heavy breathing, hitches in his breath, dirty talk.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I headcanon that he feels a lot of emotions during sex. Before you, it was a way for him to unwind and get out of his head for a while. But with you, it's so much different, so much more. He's never been good with words. Or with realizing his emotions, for that matter. And I feel like one time it would just suddenly hit him. He'd cover his face with his arm because it's just suddenly too much, and what do you mean he's crying? He's not crying, you're crying! Ha, he must've fucked you so good you're seeing things. Ha. Ha.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's definitly a bit less girthy than the regs. I mean, he's skinny, so it tracks. He's also long, though, like 9 inches, so it evens out.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high, especially since getting with you. For him it's a stress reliever, plus a way for him to say how much he cares about you without using his words. He's not very good at words, and one of his love languages is physical touch.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He usually waits for you to fall asleep first. He'll let you rest your head on his chest, maybe even swing your leg over him, while he strokes your back gently. When you fall asleep, he'll also spend some time just staring at you with a surprisingly soft expression on his face.
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I genuinely started frothing at the mouth when someone calls Maul 'DARTH Maul' HE ISNT DARTH ANYMORE. HES NO LONGER A SITH. SO WHY WOULD HE HOLD THE SITH TITLE???? HE WOULDNT. HE DOESNT. HE SAYS IT HIMSELF 'Just Maul now' UAUUHHHHHHHHHHH
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my clone headcanons: "who did this to you" wound trope
a/n: yesyesyesyes crash out crash out crash out
gn reader
warnings: none
hunter is impossible to lie to. he finds the injuries and wounds you try to hide from the group all the time, his mouth pressed in a flat line as he crouches to the floor in front of you. “easy, easy…” he murmurs when you flinch away from him. he rubs his hands down your shoulders slowly, leaning in close to meet your eyes. his gaze burns with anger, but his voice is soft, reassuring you that you’re safe. “who did this to you?” he asks.
tech is known to figure things out pretty quickly, putting two and two together like it’s nothing. he sits at your side with his lips pursed together, hesitating before he rests a light hand on your thigh to get your attention. you glance at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you. he speaks so calmly despite the threat laced in his tone. “you can make it easy for the both of us and tell me who did this to you. or i can find them myself.”
wrecker gets scary when he’s pissed off, and that is exactly what he is when you get hurt, suddenly ready for a fight that he knows he’ll win. but he reserves his gentleness for you, cupping your face with his hands that are so large you basically disappear inside his grasp. he caresses your cheeks, the creases on his face deepening with his frown. “who did this to you?” he growls in a low voice, “i’ll take care of ‘em for you…”
crosshair is dangerous when he’s still and silent, his jaw tightening as hot anger boils under his skin. he brushes a careful finger over the tears and blood staining your cheeks, dragging his touch down to your chin where he tilts your face up, scowling darkly. “who did this to you?” he hisses. he wraps his hand around your jaw when you don’t say anything, leaning in so close that he whispers, “staying quiet won’t help him…”
echo just wants you to open up to him—to trust him when you’re in a vulnerable spot. he of all people knows how hard that is, which is all the more reason he craves this intimacy with you. he grips your hands gently, taking the med patches away so that he can dress your wound himself. he’s not looking at you as his stern voice rumbles through the silence. “who did this to you?” then he stares up at you. “i won’t ask again.”
wolffe doesn’t beat around the bush, and he doesn’t let you do so, either. his voice is deep and commanding when he stands over you, folding his arms over his chest. “look at me.” you lift your head slowly, with hesitation, so he cups the side of your face and tilts your face up, brushing his thumb over some tears to swipe them away. his eyebrows draw together in subtle anger ever so slightly, narrowing his gaze at you. “i’m not going to repeat myself,” he breathes quietly. “tell me who did this.”
fox is a stickler for the rules until someone hurts you, and suddenly, he’s a hypocrite who itches to burn whoever is responsible for this. he loses his cool just like that, grabbing your face with a slightly crazed look in his eyes when he demands, “who the fuck did this to you?” his breath comes in fast as he slides his hands down to cup the back of your neck, a possessive grip that reminds you that you’re his to protect.
cody never cowers from a fight worth his time, and you’re worth everything to him. he folds his arms over his chest and asks “who did this to you?” you shake your head, “cody, don’t…” he frowns and crouches low to the floor slowly, kneeling between your legs. “nobody has to get hurt,” he tells you, taking your hands to kiss your bruised knuckles. “you’re lying out of your ass,” you mutter. “and you’re hiding from me.”
mayday grips your waist, holding you still as you try to squirm away from his help. “shh, come here, let me take a look,” he orders softly, his voice spreading over your body like warm, relaxing waters that pull you under. “you’re alright…” he murmurs, stroking the top of your head slowly while assessing the damages. he clicks his tongue in disapproval and lifts his head to meet your eyes in a hard stare. “who did this to you?”
rex touches the back of your neck, slowly tightening his hand to turn you around. you avoid his gaze while he looks down at your body, around your face in quiet observation. “give me a name,” is all he says. you tilt your head and sigh, shaking your head, but he cups your face to stop your movements. he leans in close, staring with a sharp, unwavering determination. “maybe i wasn’t clear the first time,” he murmurs in a low tone.
fives has a temper everyone knows about, and the best way to set it off is for something to happen to you. he plants his hands down around your sitting frame, caging you into his body. your faces are close, your breaths even closer, mingling and shared as he stares into your eyes unflinchingly. “who did this?” he asks firmly. “fives, don’t make a big deal out of—” he shakes his head, “oh, we’re making a big fucking deal out of this.”
kix has a caretaking instinct that prioritizes your wellbeing over anything else. he feels guilty when he’s not there to prevent you from getting hurt, but he’s always there to fix up the damages. his eyes soften into a pained frown as he cradles the back of your head and strokes your hair. he kisses your scalp, whispering, “you’re safe now, you’re okay…” he waits for you to catch your breath. “can you tell me who did this to you?”
jesse is the type of guy to react to your pain like it’s his own. you already know he’s going to be pissed, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when a heavy glare shadows his expression, and he snaps, “who did this to you? which fucker was it—” you cut him off before he gets too riled up, whispering, “jesse, calm down, please…” he scowls and cups the back of your head to pull you into his chest protectively. “like hell i’ll calm down…”
hardcase feels like a bucket of cold water is dumped over his head when you’re hurt. the reality of your pain sobers him up faster than he can blink, and things aren’t so fun and games anymore. he settles you into his lap and lets you lean your weight on him, giving up all your strength. “hey…” he murmurs in your ear, his strong arms around you as you quiver in his embrace. “shit, what happened? who did this to you?”
gregor knows you’re tough enough to handle yourself, but he still freaks out at any blemish big or small. “who did this?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. “you want me to handle them for you?” you wave him off, “gregor, i’m fine…” but he’s not convinced, stroking a hand down your hair as he rasps, “you’re not fine, look at you…” he buries his face into the top of your head, kissing you softly. “c’mon, tell me who it was…”
howzer cups his hands around your face delicately, like you’re made of glass, exhaling raggedly as he presses a long, hard kiss to your forehead. his lips linger against your skin when he murmurs, “who did this to you?” and he slides his hands down to wrap you in a tight embrace. “tell me, and i swear he won’t ever put his hands on you again, yeah?” he pulls back, searching your eyes with his own, whispering, “you trust me?”
emerie concerns herself with taking care of you before asking any questions, but the silence drags on as she furrows her eyebrows and tentatively touches her fingertips to your wound. you don’t seem to react in discomfort, so she presses her hand down over the bandage, smoothing her touch out in a comforting circle. “you’re not going to tell me what happened?” she asks, kissing your shoulder, “who did this…?”