Wrecker is the most desperate of the Batch about wanting a romantic partner. He knows he's a very lovable, friendly, sweet guy and it's hard on him when women choose his brothers over him every time. He knows his size plays a role in that and, because of this, he secretly sometimes wishes he was smaller, that he was more like Hunter or Echo, so that he wouldn't always end up being ruled out by women when they see the Batch. He usually loves being the big man, but he has an equally big heart, and that means he often has big feelings that weigh him down sometimes. He never voices this insecurity about his size to anyone because he thinks no one will ever understand, because no one is ever as big or bigger than him (At least when it comes to humans)
As much as I love height differences, I think Wrecker would REALLY get on with someone who is buff, or as tall as him. I'm not saying exactly his size/muscles, but maybe quite a musular/butch woman, or a slightly-shorter, but toned guy?
Like yes, he'd be an angel to any partner. Wrecker is quite an open book. I headcanon him as Pansexual, and he has a lot of love to give (to the right person.)
People have been intimidated by his size before, despite him being the text definition of a gentle giant. However, when you think about it logically, it is a lot to date Wrecker. I mean, he's a BIG guy, he burns a lot of calories, so that's a lot of food to intake. He can barely fit in a single bed, let alone a double. Your home might not accomidate to his size, so are you willing to move out/relocate for him? I can understand why someone would politely turn him down....
But when Wrecker 'meets his match'? Someone who has a similar lifestyle, and can match his brawl? Perfect! I love the idea of him either meeting a partner who can accomidate for him, or someone who is already living his lifestyle. You'll be rewarded tenfold for loving him. He's a sweetheart, with so much love to give :)
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I genuinely can’t stop thinking about tech making his own sex toys, while also making sure that they may not look the part sometimes so the rest of the guys don’t figure it out ..
It all goes tits up one day when Tech is working on a vibrator. The silicone sleeve isn't on yet, so it's not painfully obvious what it's going to be, but you can still make out the shlong shape, modelled after himself.
Well, he starts testing out different speeds, and HOLY KRIFF- THIS THING WONT TURN OFF??!?!!!
Tech loses his grip on the wiggling shlong of death, and the thing goes jittering across the barracks floor, failing to be caught time after time, by a now panicking Tech.
The secret is out. His vode are looking in disbelief as Tech finally manages to tame his vibrator, and after hitting it a few times, the poor little guy powers down.
Tech, with his goggles on a slant, makes eye contact with Hunter, who sends him two simple things: a disapproving glare, and a simple, "why don't you work on that on the Marauder next time?"
What about after the rough multiple rounds of reunion sex you're pretty sore and trying to get up and do something nice for Crosshair like caf or make breakfast and he catches you wincing when he touches you? Smug bastard? Worried/guilty? Insists on spoiling you cause he realizes he took it a little too hard last night and you're hyrting now? Incredibly turned on he gave it to you that good and might need to jack off after he gets you back to sleep?
Thank you!! I still need to write the second part to that fic :o but for now, have these headcanons based on your ask<3 (gender-neutral reader)
Multiple rounds later, you fall back onto the bed, panting and wiping the thin layer of sweat from your forehead.
You're sore, and you know you're going to be sore for days to come, but you weren't expecting to be in this much pain.
The pain sets in even more once you've slept, awakening to stiff joints, and a snoozing Crosshair beside you.
Just when you think things couldn't get any worse, the pain gets heavier as you slowly get up, walking with a limp to the kitchen, groaning as you attempt to scavenge some form of breakfast.
Crosshair has fucked the soul out of you, and it's your turn to spoil him with a hot meal, and a cup of caf on the side, exactly how he likes it.
You can overhear Crosshair chuckling from the bedroom, exiting moments later with that smug, cocky smile plastered across his face.
"What's so funny?" you grumble, locking eyes with him.
Crosshair pulls the strings on his sweatpants, tightening them around his hips, noticing how your eyes flick over his bare torso. "Sounds like someone's a little sore," Crosshair chuckles as he stands behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.
"And who's fault would that be?" you question as you quirk a brow, peering at him in the corner of your eye.
Crosshair chuckles as he replies, "mine," followed by planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. "Are you alright? If you're in pain, then I-"
"-I'm fine, honestly," you cut his words short.
Crosshair rolls his eyes; you're just as stubborn as he is.
His hands move from your waist, his palms pressing on the back of your hands, and he takes over cooking, using you like a puppet.
You playfully attempt to push him off, but he's not having it. Crosshair has the audacity to instruct you whilst he continues cooking, "-you need to flip the pancake now, mesh'la. Don't make such a mess-"
Playful laughter fills the air as both of you finish cooking breakfast, the sounds fading into silence once your favourite holoshow is put on.
Breakfast is scoffed down, and Crosshair insists on giving you a massage in an attempt to ease your pain, and make up for his brutal pace.
He pulls you back into bed, and knows exactly what he's doing as he kneads as your ass and thighs, working at the muscles, untying knots, and so forth.
Crosshair's gentle touches soon lull you back to sleep. You deserve a lazy nap, despite waking up almost an hour ago. It's your day off, so why not enjoy it?
As he removes himself from you, lying back on his pillow, he can't help but grin at the knowledge that he fucked you so good that you're struggling to walk. He's a smug, cocky bastard, but he deserves to be one.
Despite climaxing so much last night, Crosshair's cock stiffens up again, eager for one last release. He frees himself from his sweatpants, lazily stroking himself at first, wincing at his own soreness.
Overstimulation doesn't seem to be an issue. Crosshair's mind repeats everything that happened last night; how good you looked beneath him, how you were almost in tears from climaxing so hard, how sweet and sinful his name sounded coming from your lips.
He orgasms with a soft grunt, his release covering parts of his chest and stomach, the final drops trailing over his knuckles.
After cleaning himself up, he curls up against you, sneaking his arm beneath your head as he pulls you into a spooning position.
Gentle kisses are placed along your shoulder before Crosshair lets his eyes fall shut, content and still smug, eventually drifting off to sleep with you in his arms.
Could you please write him and reader being friends with benefits? I think totally think that he would have one ksksks
Anyways, thank you (:
Headcanons for this. He would 10000% have a fwb, no doubt about it (gender-neutral reader)
Whose idea was it? Yours? His? Neither. This just... happened.
Since you first joined the Batch as their medic, you two have always had this flirty, teasing, bullying type of... thing going on. It was a thing, at first, a weird thing where you two spoke to each other like garbage, with sweet and flirtatious undertones.
"Messy job," Crosshair once commented as you bound his arm. "I thought those nimble hands could work better than that," he added with a laugh.
"Ugh, bite me," you hissed through gritted teeth, attempting to focus on your work.
"Where? Point it out, and I'll leave my mark," Crosshair snickered.
You were silent for a few moments, focusing on fastening the bandage around his arm. Without thinking, you gestured to your neck, one of your favourite areas, and before your hand could move away, Crosshair had dipped his head down and begun nibbling along your neck.
Things went on from there, despite Crosshair's minor injury.
At first, it was a strict 'no strings attached' arrangement, mostly because you two wanted to keep this a secret, not wanting to put a wedge between the Batch, or work, (even though it was painfully obvious, and the Batch knew. Neither of you were exactly quiet.)
One of you would leave after each session, depending on whose room you were hooking up in. It was usually yours since your bed is comfier, given that you purchased proper bedding, rather than sticking to the GAR assigned garbage.
And maybe that's why Crosshair fell asleep against you one night. It was your comfortable bedding, right? He just wanted to sleep in a proper bed, right? Even though you were cuddled up in his arms, both worn out from a heated and heavy session.
Crosshair was gone before you woke, leaving you with the question, 'what the kriff happened last night?'
He distanced himself from you for a while. He became blunt, snappy, no longer flirtatious and playful.
Everybody noticed. Hunter pulled him aside and informed him that he needs to knock it off, and then pulled you aside to ask what happened. You told him nothing, reassuring him that everything's fine, that Crosshair must have been going through one of his distant patches.
A week passes, and now that everybody's back on Coruscant, it's time to celebrate with a night out at 79's!
You head to the bar to purchase another drink, unfazed by the multiple shots already flowing through your blood stream. The music is pounding, the lights are blurry, and you don't mind the stranger that approaches you and begins chatting away.
Oh, but Crosshair does.
He watches, at first, death-gripping his own drink, the glass threatening to shatter in his grasp.
He slams his now-empty glass down on the table, not muttering a word to his brothers as he slips out from the booth, heading straight to the bar.
The sensation of somebody slipping their arm around your waist startles you, and you peer over your shoulder to see Crosshair, fire burning in his eyes.
"They're taken," is all Crosshair says, swiftly shooing the stranger away, who obviously do not fancy getting himself tangled up in this mess.
"Since when?" you question as you turn back to Crosshair.
He doesn't answer you.
Instead, he orders a drink, and pays for yours whilst he's at it. You repeat your question, failing to draw another answer from him.
"So much for no strings attached, huh?" you slyly comment.
Crosshair finally snaps. "It's not like you've moved away from me," he says as he gestures to his arm, still snugly around your waist.
"I don't want to cause a scene," you innocently shrug.
"I do," he huffs. "We can cause one right here..." Crosshair begins saying. He firmly grasps your chin, keeping your gaze fixated on his furrowed brows as he continues talking.
"...How about I kriff you right here, huh? For all these regs to see?" Crosshair continues, and dips his head down to kiss along your neck, nipping at your jawline, leaving his marks on your skin.
"Maybe then they'll realise that you're taken, that you're mine."
"Cross-" you gasp, and gasp once more when you feel his hand slip down your waist, kneading firmly at your ass. "Restroom, now," you order.
Crosshair chuckles, moving his lips from your soaked neck. He swiftly downs his drink, and you do the same, followed by grabbing his hand and pulling him to the nearest restroom.
Before you enter, you turn to him, your brows slightly furrowed as a stern tone takes over your voice. "But after this, we're talking about things, alright?"
"Alright," Crosshair agrees with a chuckle, slyly smiling as he urges you on, ready to bend you over the restroom sink for all the regs to see.
ive been trying to fall asleep but all i can think about is getting stoned with crosshair and giving him the best BJ of his life
Stoner Crosshair lives in my mind rent-free. Everything is under the cut for obvious drugs and nsfw warning, gender-neutral reader<3
So, you know when you're high, and totally zoned out? Like, you suddenly become aware that you've been fiddling with the covers for the last half an hour, or that it's taken you 10 minutes to chew one bite of food?
Okay, right. Imagine being in that zoned out stage, but you're sucking Crosshair's cock. I mean, you're not really sucking it, more like experimenting/playing with it. Crosshair is in his own world right now, also out of it, lazing about whilst you're just kinda seeing how many ways you can suck his dick.
Does it actually feel good when you press your tongue against the base of his shaft?
How long can you only suck the tip before he gets whiny?
Do you still have a gag reflex whilst high?
How much of his cock can you fit in his mouth? And how long can you keep it there?
You're just trying things out, experimenting, and Crosshair is losing his mind. You're pushing all of your limits, and essentially using Crosshair as your test subject. He's losing his mind, moaning away whilst his mind is in overdrive. Crosshair's thoughts are like:
"Karking hell, my entire cock is down their throat! Ah, now they're holding it there? Keep going... Kriff! That was long- ah, now they're only sucking the tip? Oh, Maker, they're killin' me here!"
And to make things even 'worse,' Crosshair can't cum. His body physically won't allow him to cum. Everything is too much, and too little at the same time. It's oh-so-good, but the weed in his system has put a blocker on his climax. So, all he can do is lie back, and let you go to town on his cock until he's physically pulling you off because he's soooo sensitive, and because it's time to return the favour.
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headcanon time: i think crosshair would really benefit from being taken care of! not just in bed i mean like, his s/o giving him a nice backrub, massaging his scalp when he lays down, being the big spoon too! giving him physical attention is so good for his soul. he's so set on not being vulnerable but it really makes him feel so good to be woken up by his s/o bc of chin scratches or belly rubs or ticklish fingers. he's secretly very receptive to blatant affection
(gender-neutral reader)
You know that meme: "What was that?" "Affection." "Disgusting... do it again."
Yeah, that's Crosshair.
He often views affection as vulnerability. Heated fucks are his usual style, pure sex, filthy and heavy. He never stays after, never gives you a tender kiss or cuddle, and rarely helps clean up. Well, he'll clean himself and his mess up, but he'd never even think about helping you clean yourself up. (Lie, he has thought about it, and then told himself off for being 'soft and weak.')
But he slips one day...
Crosshair was exhausted, worn out from pounding you into the night. All he did was lie back on the pillow after cumming, and whilst he was attempting to regain his breath, he allowed his eyes to fall shut, and that lead to him falling asleep. Morning came, and holyfuck- he woke up to find you curled up against his chest, softly snoring away.
The thing is, this is the first time that Crosshair's felt warm in the morning. Not physically warm, but emotionally warm. You look so gentle and tender against his chest, and Crosshair is silently cursing himself as he shuffles deeper into the bed, and allows his eyes to flutter shut as he pulls you closer, soaking up the affection that you're giving him.
Of course, you weren't expecting things to pan out this way either. Crosshair staying over after sex? Absurd. Unheard of.
However, after that night, it becomes somewhat of a regular occurrence. Crosshair did try to push you away - he doesn't want attachments, even though he's the one texting you first, inviting you over, craving attention from you. He tried to simply fuck you, but he's driven himself too deep, and low-and-behold, he finds himself making love to you one night, followed by falling asleep in your arms, and pulling you closer as he wakes up to the sensation of you playing with his hair.
Just don't mention his soft side, alright? Crosshair totally doesn't silently ask for affection. He never puts his head in your lap when he wants a head rub, or lies on his front and complains about his muscles aching when he wants a massage. Oh, but he'll mock you whenever you give him one.
"Giving me another massage? You must think that I can't handle being a soldier. Hah! Anyway, move your hands lower, please..."
Okay, hear me out! We know that Tech is snarky towards his brothers when they question his intelligence or abilities. (Wrecker is the one who pushes his buttons the most) He always has some sort of clapback or just huffs an “of course I can do it” like he’s so offended they don’t understand him by now he just gets all cocky about it.
And I now imagine him being that cocky while he’s fucking you silly. Just has you underneath him on his bunk, pounding you so hard that you are seeing stars, making you feel amazing beyond words. and you’re giving him praises and telling him how amazing he feels and he is just like “of course I am Cyare, no one else in the galaxy knows how to make you scream like I can.”
I feel like his praise kink flows into his cocky side/ degradation kink that it gives Crosshair a run for his credits!
oh... oh my god... are you trying to kill me off? oh my lord. good heavens above. this has touched my soul.
Tech... ugh... YES. He's smart, and he knows he's smart - that's what he was made for, duh. But when it comes to sex, he's done more than enough research, and instantly puts his research into play. He'll adjust things to meet your needs, seeing as everybody is different, but he always pays attention to detail, and makes mental notes of every single reaction.
So, when he wants you to turn into a stuttering, mushy mess, all he needs to do is follow his previous research, and boom- done!
And he has every. single. god. damn. right. to be cocky!! He doesn't even realise that he's doing it, at first. You'll be gushing about how good he's making you feel, and he'll roll his eyes and be like, "well, yes? I know what I'm doing!"
However, after multiple hook-ups with you, he realises that shit- he really is good. Tech does further research, and finds that most men lack during sex, only focusing on their own pleasure, and whatnot. Tech really is good, especially because he focuses on your pleasure, rather than his own.
After that, his cocky/degrading side begins to really come out. At first, it's minor comments, things along the line of, "nobody else can make you scream like this, can they?" and "another orgasm? I'm uncertain if you're spoiling me, or if I'm spoiling you."
But the more it goes on, the deeper the degradation becomes, eventually hitting a point where Tech is proud that he's the best partner you've ever (and will ever) have, and he'll ensure that you know that. Fuck, he'll even restrict and limit your orgasms, denying you until you tell him over and over about how exceptional he is, and how incredible he makes you feel.
i know we’re all whores here but i can’t get the thought of telling crosshair that you love him for the first time out of my head. no one has ever told him that, not even his brothers because it went unspoken. i feel like he’d almost have a panic reaction and deny it, tell you that you’re wrong and don’t mean it because why would you? that man loathes himself most days and would never admit to it, and he has a wall up for a reason. now here comes you, taking it down slowly, brick by brick. sometimes you have to put bricks back, let the wall be as is and respect the uncomfortable comfort it brings him to hide himself. but construction always starts back up, sometimes he takes the first step and removes a brick to let you know that he reciprocates the feelings, and the end result of being able to love him fully and freely will be worth all the frustration and patience that comes with it.
and after all of that i want to suck his dick
He denies your feelings, tells you that you're wrong, that you're imagining things, that you're making a mistake. Eventually he gives up, and accepts that you love him. Don't be surprised when he doesn't say it back, at first. He doesn't think that he's worthy of your love, let alone everything else that you give him, so why would he dive into such thoughts when he hasn't been given that right?
After shooing your love confession away, things continue from there. You understand, you know what he's like, you know he needs time to come to terms with these things - many things, actually.
But then he wakes you up one night. It's not intentional, he was trying to be quiet. His presence is missing beside you, his side of the bed is empty, and you find him hunched over the edge of the bed, legs off the edge, feet on the floor, head in his hands.
He's sobbing, silently crying to himself because holy shit, somebody actually loves him. Somebody's taken him in, flaws and all, and has given him a reason to live, a reason to love, a reason to get up in the morning and say his prayers at night. He has somebody to hold, to kiss, to cuddle, to remind him over and over about what an incredible person he is.
Crosshair just... he can't handle it. It's too much, in the positive sense. He feels you shift in the bed, getting up to place a loving hand on his forearm, yet again being the support that he needs in his life.
He attempts to wipe his tears away, but it's too late. So, through his babbles and cries, he finally lets the flood gates open, and tells you everything. There's so much, so so much, to the point that he doesn't even know where to start. Crosshair begins talking, picking any path, and doesn't stop until the early hours of the morning.
And yet again, you're here throughout it all, cooing at him sweetly, kissing his cheek and temple every so often, slipping in soft comments and words of affection as he rants and rambles away.
Crosshair looks at you as he finishes, squinting slightly due to his reddened and irritated eyes. He softly smiles, and finally replies "I love you too," followed with, "I'm sorry I took so long to say it back," gesturing to when you first said it the other day.
Your bond grows tenfold that night, becoming inseparable. Crosshair feels so much weight slip from his shoulders, and it shows instantly the next day; he's calmer, light-hearted, smiling and laughing with ease. Everybody notices, but nobody comments, not wanting to accidentally place a brick back onto his fallen walls.
