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tcw-x-reader · 2 days

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When The World Comes to Pieces

Crosshair x reader x Tech (no clonesest, ew), usual star wars violence, swearing maybe?

"I don't like this.." I mumble as Crosshair and I put our rifles together.

"What do you mean?" Hunter calls from the front, turning his head to look at me.

"I don't know...I feel, uneasy." I say, looking up at him.

"If you hurl on me, I'll kill you." Crosshair says, standing up and lifting up his rifle, testing the weight.

"Duly noted." I reply, moving to the front of the ship.

"Don't worry, when we get back to Kamino, we'll be back in our own barracks." Echo says, I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but the smell in that room only made me sicker. I sigh as I sat in the seat by Wrecker.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

As we make our way back to where Caleb said we were needed, Crosshair and I break off from the group and get on top of a rock formation of sorts, aiming our weapons below. We shoot the droids down, one by one, making a path for the others to run through.

"Wrecker's having too much fun with this." I chuckle and Crosshair groans.

"As long as he gets the job done, he can have as much fun as he wants."

"Crosshair, N/n, let's get these tanks moving!" Hunter's voice says through comms.

"You heard the man." I say.

"Sir, yes, sir." Crosshair says, and it almost sounds like he's excited. We both take aim and shoot at the same time, the lines connecting to the tanks and Wrecker goes and starts pushing them.

'Huh? Hey. Stop that. Adjust the stabilizers. We're going over!' We both hear the droid scream through Echo's comm. I laugh boisterously and don't miss the shake of Crosshair's shoulders as he tries not to laugh as well. We both watch the tanks go over and Tech detonate the bomb. Cross and I both run down the hill and when the blast goes off he instinctively shields me before we start running down again. We meet up with them at the bottom, Wrecker pulling me to him and cheering.

"You saw that, right!" He smiles under the helmet.

"I did! That was awesome!" I say.

"Oh please, don't encourage him." Crosshair groans.

"What was it you said uo there again? Hm..Oh yeah as long-" Crosshair brings me to his chest, putting his hand over my mouth as we continue to walk.

"Not. Another. Word." He lets go.

"If you wanted to cuddle, you could've just asked." He rolls his eyes, flicking my forehead.

"You're dead." He hums.

"Well, it's been real." I shrug, he mused.

We make our way out of the dust that settles and to the Jedi and their Captain.

"Care to introduce your new friends, Caleb?" The Jedi master asks, I can't help but feel a sense of loss when I look at her. My brow furrows.

"Yes, Master. This is Wrecker, Hunter, Echo, Tech, Crosshair, and Y/n. Clone Force 99." I smile politely.

"The Clone War may soon be over." Tech says, and I feel my stomach drop, i subtly grab my side and my chest tightens. Why did I like the sound of that?

"I am referring to the encrypted comm chatter. Clone intelligence is reporting Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has found and engaged General Grievous on Utapau."

"If he captures of kills Grievous, the Separatist command structure will collapse." Echo says.

"And most likely the droid armies along with them." Tech adds.

"-I suggest we focus on the task at hand." The Jedi General says.

"Any orders? Or shall we do what we do?" Hunter asks.

"Let's blow something up!" Wrecker says enthusiastically, making me snort. The Jedi padawan runs alongside us, and yet again, I feel my gut clench. And then...I hear it.

'Execute Order 66.' No.. No, that's not, that can't be right. I turn around and gasp at the Jedi, who's now engaged in a battle with her own troops, the very ones who were defending her five minutes ago. Her padawan runs to her and I hear her yell for him to run, I run up behind him and grab his robes, pushing him back and grabbing my rifle.

"No, stop!" He yells, hitting my gun.

"I won't hurt her." I say. "But you need to run." I say, making my way back to Crosshair and Hunter.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asks, grabbing ahold of my shoulder when I run past.

"Yeah- What was that? Why are they..?" He shakes his head.

"We don't know, for now, we need to make sure that kid makes it." He says, and I nod. He runs down a drift, Cross and I following behind.

For a split second, Crosshair hesitates. Out of the corner of my eye, k watch him lift his rifle to where the kid is, Hunter is too distracted. Crosshair shake his head, clutching at his forehead, letting the rifle drop. He looks up and we make eye contact briefly, I nod to him, silently checking in. He nods in reply.

All three of us see the kid, Caleb, run to the cliff. My heart stops.

"No!" I shriek as he jumps..and.....makes it. I grab at my chest plate, where my heart is, and sigh. Hunter's hand pats my shoulder before pulling away as the other clones come down. We all silently walk away from them and back to the others.

"I don't- What was that? And what..What's..I was.." Hunter sighs.

"You left, N/n, nothing will happen to you. You're a part of this team, and an effective one too-"

"You already have a sniper." I state, making Crosshair smack the back of my head as he walks by.

"Emi. You're a vital part of this team, and a part of this squad, don't ever doubt that." Hunter said.

"Yes, according to the data I've collected, our numbers have accelerated at a higher rate with Emi on missions with us." Thank you, Tech.

"Thank you, boy wonder." Tech looks up at me.

"One day, i hope to understand the odd language you use."

"Funny, i think i could say the same about you." He smiles at me.

"Feeling better?" Wrecker asks, coming in and jostling me in a friendly manner.

"She'd probably feel better if you didn't manhandle her like she's a droid." Crosshair says, making Wrecker pout.

"Stow it, Crosshair." Echo and i say, making Crosshair groan.

"Now there's two of them."

Later that night, we're all in our bunks on the ship, I can hear Tech's snoring, and Wrecker's mumbling, and usually that doesn't prevent me from sleeping, but tonight it does.

"N/n, come here if you're planning to worry yourself mad." Crosshair says from the bunk next to me. I smile, getting out of mine and crawling into his, he acts upset, even though he's the one who suggested it.

"I knew you wanted to cuddle." i say, snuggling into him.

"Yeah, yeah." he rolls his eyes, i don't have to see to know. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Over the last few months, I'd noticed it become habit for him to do so when he was stressed.

"I saw that look in your eyes, you know...I knew you held back." I say, his hand stills.

"...I wanted to, I heard the order, I wanted to...follow orders." He stumbles over his words. "But I knew you'd kill me if I ever hurt anyone innocent, so I tried." I tilt my head up to him, looking into his guilt-ridden eyes.

"We'll figure all of this out."

"Yeah," he nods, pulling me to his chest again, "we will."

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 24 days

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Hello friend 👋 wasn’t episode 4 of tbb amazing?? I’m loving this season. Wanted to pop in and request a fic - you know how when you’re walking your dog and everyone has to stop and say hello to the dog bc obvs. Can you do something like that but it’s crosshair walking batcher and reader stops to say how cute but then crosshair gets jealous of batcher getting all the love lol

Dog Days

Crosshair x Reader

Summary- You met Crosshair while he was taking Batcher for a walk. Passing your house quickly became a daily task you all looked forward to. Is it wrong to say you caught feelings for him? And was Crosshair really jealous of the attention you gave Batcher?

A/N- Hey girl! Sorry your request took so long to get around to. I didn't forget you! I want to personally thank you for all your kind words. I always see your liking and commenting on my works! This was such a cute idea!!! Crosshair is definitely the 'dad who didn't want the dog, but now loves it' guy. Thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 1,409

The scurrying of paws on tile caught your attention. You raised from your bent position, having been watering your plants outside your home.

You turned just in time to see a various colored blue animal running your way. The figure and attitude of it reminded you of a dog, but you were sure it wasn't.

The closer it got, you realized it was not slowing down. With a hiked breath, you squinted your eyes and prepared for impact.

"Batcher, stop!" A males voice rang out.

Just as commanded, the animal stopped at your feet. You opened your eyes to see it now sitting, tongue out. You blinked, heart still pounding.

"Sorry." Said the man, which you recognized as Crosshair. Him and the rest of his brothers had come back to Pabu after rescuing Omega.

"No, it's okay. Really, he seems sweet." The animal jumped to its feet as you reached a hand out. Your hand was soon met with slobber, as the animal licked you again.

"She."

"Oh, sorry. She seems sweet." You crouched down to her level, now fully petting her. You gave out a laugh as she now nuzzled into your face.

Crosshair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You took the hint.

"I guess I'll let you two get going. Have a nice day!" You stood, much to Batchers dismay. She already had a liking to you. She reluctantly followed Crosshair when he turned and walked away.

Only a day passed until you saw the two of them again. This time you had been leaving a neighbors house, needing some flour.

You of course, saw Batcher running down first. Crosshair slowly following. She barked at the sight of you, you didn't get scared when she ran at you this time.

"Hey girl!" You called out to her, but what you didn't expect was for her to actually jump on you.

It wasn't painful, but she did manage to knock the small bag of flour out of your hands. She had you playfully pinned under her, licking whatever she could.

The flour was also on top of you, and her, and the surrounding tile.

You gave out a cough, a white puff leaving your lips.

'Batcher, off!" Crosshair was frustrated at the scene. He had watched the whole fall.

Batcher didn't understand and happily ran over to him. You were still on the ground, slightly embarrassed at the turned heads.

A hand reached down to you, you grabbed it. Crosshair easily pulled you up. His strength took you by surprise.

"She hurt you?" He asked.

"I'm okay, I think most of the impact was on my butt." You rubbed at your hip, a dull pain arriving. It was going to bruise.

"How much flour was it?" He didn't seem to really care how you were doing.

"Uh, I think five cups? I was just borrowing it from my friend."

He hummed, Batcher was still at his side. She was awaiting his next command.

"It's fine, really. I know she didn't mean to." There was an awkward air around.

"I'll bring some tomorrow." Was all he said before turning and walking off.

He did bring the flour the next day, a bag double the size of what you had. You gave your neighbor her portion and put the rest in a jar.

You profusely thanked him, but he brushed it off and continued his walk.

To show your gratitude for the extra flour, you baked him a dozen cookies. You wrapped them neatly and carefully waited to see the two of them.

You found ways to busy yourself outside, trying not to make it obvious you were eagerly waiting for Crosshair. Oh, yeah and Batcher.

Upon hearing a bark, you ran inside to grab your fresh cookies. You raced back outside just in time to see Crosshair standing. He had his head turned, looking around. Was he looking for you?

"Crosshair?" His head shot your way.

"I baked you some cookies! As a formal 'thank you.'" He just looked at you, so you raised the cookies to him.

"Thank you." He said, fighting a smile.

"What did you say your name was?" It was your turn to smile at his question.

You promptly told him, trying not to grin too big.

He nodded.

"T-Theres enough cookies for the rest of your brothers, and Omega." You informed him. At his look, you felt your cheeks getting hot. He probably felt weirded out that you knew everyone's name, especially since he just learnt yours.

"Sorry..." You didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you felt guilty for making things awkward once again.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't apologize." His words were cold, but had a sense of affection in them.

At the new silence, you figured it was time to part once again.

"Have a good day, I hope you like the cookies." He actually waved this time, glancing over his shoulder to see you smile and wave back.

With each day that passed, you slowly got closer and closer to Crosshair and Batcher. Passing your house seemed to be on their daily walking routine.

A minute spent passing your house turned into taking a twenty or thirty minute break. You'd hold and play with Batcher while talking with Cross. It ranged from the weather to nightmares. You both found yourselves opening up to each other.

You quickly grew feelings for Crosshair over the weeks passed.

There were times you thought he felt the same, but the second you might have confessed or leaned in for a kiss- he'd change the subject. You just accepted that he didn't like you in the way you liked him. It hurt but you couldn't force feelings onto him.

You had started to notice that when you giddily ran to Batcher or held her tightly, Crosshair curled his lip- or gave out a glare. You picked up that he might be jealous of the attention you were giving her. Though, why would he be jealous if he didn't have any feelings for you?

It came to be a few minutes past two o'clock. Crosshair would be coming down any minute now. Though, your pesky bladder had you quickly running back inside.

When you came out, Crosshair was sat on your front porch. Batcher was at the ready, panting and hyper.

You greeted her first, dropping to your knees. She was more playful today, not leaving you alone.

"Oh, you're such a good girl!" You scratched behind her ears, she closed her eyes and wagged her tail.

You continued to play with her, she was rolling and doing tricks for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crosshair stand. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.

"Such a pretty girl, so cute." You announced praises at her. Though not on purpose, you ignored Crosshair. She was on her back as you rubbed her belly.

"Why don't you get a room." He remarked, now obviously jealous of Batcher.

"Don't listen to him, Batcher! He's just grumpy and jealous." You were getting brave with your comebacks.

"I am not!" He was getting defensive.

"Shh, it's okay Batcher. Your dad is pretty cute too." You said, nuzzling her face.

"I am not her dad and i'm n-" Your words registered in Crosshairs head, the same time they did in yours.

You moved away from Batcher, the mood changed. It was silent for a moment, you looked at the ground.

"Okay I'll be leaving now." You stood to your feet, about to die of embarrassment. That was until Crosshair grabbed a hold of your wrist.

He forced you to face him. "Why?"

"Well gee Cross, I don't know. Maybe because I just said the dumbest thing ever. You think I don't know the feeling isn't mutual!" You confessed.

He stared for a moment, hand still gripping your wrist. You could tell he was contemplating something. That was until he made the last step forward and kissed you.

You felt light as a feather. He did like you back!

You could feel Batcher rubbing against your leg, but payed no attention to it. You were too lost in the kiss.

The two of you held each other, not puling away except to gasp for air.

"I guess I was wrong?" You panted out.

"You were far from being right." He just pulled you back in for another kiss.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am so appreciative for your sweet comments HayBelle! Please let me know if there is anything you want changed in this fic!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss @dangraccoon

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kiwicopia · 2 months

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❤️ Crosshair x Fem!Reader | Blurb ❤️

TW: slight spoilers from the new season, fluff with Crosshair, soft touches, written with a female reader in mind.

(🫠 I die inside every time his hand shakes)

Neither of you said a thing when finally left alone together. After all this time, after everything that happened, neither of you uttered a single word. You wanted to ask him so many things, yet bombarding him with questions wasn't the wisest decision right now. He looked lost in his thoughts, which you knew were no doubt muddled with questions of his own that he refused to ask.

His right hand trembled, and he was quick to conceal it with his left. Whatever happened to him had been horrific, though you wouldn't press him on the matter. The silence hung heavy between the two of you, until you broke it.

"Cross?"

Oh, how he missed your voice. He could never forget how sweet it sounded, but he also felt a twinge of guilt in his gut at how worried you were. It was like a vibroblade twisting his insides around, and he hated it. With reluctance, he finally lifted his head and met your gaze. He hated the way your brows furrowed with concern, and the small frown on your lips stirred up feelings he thought died long ago.

"Sorry," he muttered.

It was a soft apology. Perhaps for the way he betrayed his brothers, betrayed you, or for the horrid threats that spilled from his lips when he let you go the last time. Either way, you didn't care. You didn't care for his apologies, having decided to keep everything in the past. Who he was then would be buried, because all you cared about was him right now, in the present.

You scooted closer to him, slowly, yet he made no effort to move away or show discomfort towards your action. "Don't be," you told him. Crosshair looked down, avoiding your gaze once again, and you watched as he rubbed the back of his right hand with his left thumb. "I'm glad that you're back."

"You should be angry." You frowned at his words. "After everything I've done."

His body tensed when he felt your hand on his shoulder, but it quickly relaxed under the gentle touch. "Let's leave all of that in the past," you said. When the man glanced at you, his chest tightened at how softly you stared at him. It was as if you meant your words, but he knew better than to believe they were a lie.

Crosshair gave a slow nod before reaching for your other hand with his right, only to stop short when it trembled again. He grumbled under his breath before he began pulling it away, but you didn't let him. The light shakes that coursed through his hand ceased when yours wrapped around it, encasing it in a soothing warmth that he didn't want to admit that he missed.

The silence that came was no longer awkward, and he let out a small, content sigh when your body finally scooted close enough to press against him. His eyes closed as he finally let himself relax against you, and you smiled in response. "I've missed you," he finally admitted.

You already knew that. You also knew that he missed you as much as you missed him. Even if he wasn't vocal about it, you could always tell with his little actions. The way he leaned into you, how his thumb gently rubbed your hand as it held his, you knew all too well.

He was here to stay. Crosshair would never leave now. He was finally home.

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sokkadora · 1 month

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we can’t be friends — crosshair x fem!reader

inspired by: we can’t be friends (wait for your love) by ariana grande

summary: a clinic on pabu offers to erase the pain that came along with crosshair leaving the batch, but how will he react once he gets back and sees you with his brother?

a/n: crosshair and the reader never had an established relationship for this fic, but reader had a deep love for crosshair! also NO hunter hate on this page that is my man :P also i might make a part 2 but idk

wc: 2,078

warning(s): angst, no happy ending for this couple bb, flashbacks, memory wiping, reader has poor self/body image, kinda smutty but it's crosshair so, friends with benefits, unrequited requited love for hunter

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

‘You have given extensive thought behind your decision and give “Brighter Days Inc.” the exclusive permission to remove this person from your memory:’

Stopping your pen under the last word, you hesitate.

‘Maybe this was a bad idea,’ you think with a soft sigh, glancing at the woman in the room across from you; one seat for her, and another for her box of memories. Yours sits beside you, the weight of what you’re about to do hits you quickly, and suddenly any notion of even looking at the box makes it feel like a ticking time bomb.

The woman across from you strokes a thumb across what must be her late pets collar, and you quickly revert your gaze down to the sheet of paper again. The tip of your pen hovers over the “No” option, but drifts over to the “Yes” box, checking it off, and finally, signing your name at the bottom of your page.

The necklace dangling over your neck feels like iron against fae skin as a nurse comes out of the back room, door quietly creaking open as she calls your name. You stand quickly, handing her the paperwork and the pen with trembling hands before grabbing the box labeled “Crosshair” and walking inside.

MEMORY WIPE INITIATED

“Please, Crosshair?” You beg sweetly, dragging him across the arcade to a claw machine, finally having a bit of free time on your shore leave.

You’d been trying to convince him to have a break together with the both of you for a while now, away from the boys and the riff raff of the military, but per usual, he was stubborn about it. He’d offhandedly said how childish it was of you to want to play games with him at an arcade instead of your usual… activities, on shore leave. But you got him to agree, seeing as he can barely ever resist how cute you look when you beg.

“Hellcat, this is ridiculous,” Crosshair crosses his arms and glares down into the machine at the plethora of stuffed animals inside. Your eyes had been on the small lothcat in the middle since the both of you had arrived, and you’ve bugged him about it enough that he considered it. “Even Wrecker knows these are rigged.”

“Where’s that overcompensating confidence?” You tease, pulling out a few tokens and placing them in his hand softly. You glance up at him with a soft and pleading look, one that you don’t yet know (and will never know) gets him weak in the knees. “Please, Crosshair? For me?”

At the sight of your big doe eyes, he scoffs, loading the coins in and barely holding back a smile at your excited squeals and the hand shaking his shoulder gently. It takes him a minute to get a hold on the controls, but after some peeking around the corner of the machine and some naturally perfect aim, he lowers the claw and catches the lothcat.

You gasp, watching excitedly as it stays in the claws grip as it moves over to the prize dump, and as Crosshair retrieves it for you and holds it out.

“Happy now?”

You grin down at the stuffed animal and then at Crosshair before lunging forward, arms wrapping around his shoulders with an breathless laugh, “Thank you.” You grin, nuzzling into the side of his head, and pulling away before he had to chance to hug back.

Overwhelmed with the happiness of the moment, you barely notice the room going dark before the feeling of Crosshair’s surprisingly warm gaze leaves you. You look up, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden void of the arcade.

MEMORY SUCCESSFULLY ERASED.

“Cross?”

“Yes?”

“Am I ugly?”

Crosshair’s gazes narrows, glancing at you as you lay under the covers of your bed. He lifts his arm to hold up the blanket better, glaring at you, but not angrily as tears begin to well in your eyes. He shakes his head firmly, grunting.

“When I was a kid I thought I was,” You started, having his full attention from the second you walked in the room. You scoff softly at yourself, “I can’t believe I’m crying already, sorry.”

Crosshair doesn’t reply, but instead simply reaches over and wipes your tears; a gesture he never would’ve done in the first months of the arrangement the two of you had, but things had changed. You’d changed him.

“I was so lonely as a kid,” You say softly, the words just pouring out of you. “I don’t think anybody realizes how lonely kids are, even after growing up. We just sort of stop paying attention. Like they don’t matter.”

You sniff, and Crosshair doesn’t seem to want you to stop, so you keep going; relishing in the feeling of his warm hand covering your cheek.

“So, I’m like… eight or so. And I have this really pretty girl doll, that I named after myself that I’d just get so frustrated with,” You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, expecting the embarrassment of sharing the personal memory to rise, but it never comes. “It was some standard I’d hold myself to and whenever I’d find myself not liking myself, I’d look at her and it’d get me so mad. I made it to encourage myself, but it was just a constant reminder of my shortcomings as a person. It’s weird. Like… if I can make myself that pretty, maybe people would finally like me,” You finally glance up to meet Crosshair’s gaze, finding that it’d softened into something unreadable to you.

He leans over and plants a firm kiss on your mouth, his hand sliding down to grasp the sides of your neck before he pulls back. His hands start wandering down with his mouth that keeps peppering you with kisses, softly murmuring the word ‘pretty’ between each kiss. You writhe under his touch, a hand rising to cover your mouth as a warmth shoots down to your lower stomach. You relish in how safe you feel under him before he… he…

MEMORY SUCCESSFULLY ERASED

“Why won’t you come home?”

Your voice echos through his head as he stares out into the vast horizon where Tipoca City used to stand; where the home he grew up in with his brothers and met you in used to stand. He scoffs, glancing back at you from over his shoulder.

“That is not my home anymore,” He says in a low tone; a warning to anyone else, but you knew you had a bit more leeway with him. Fists clenching at your sides, your gaze narrowed into a glare. “Now leave. Hunter’s staring after you like a kicked dog,”

You don’t bother to glance back at the man you already knew was waiting for you, but at the mention of his name he seemed to back further into the ship to give you some privacy, trusting that Crosshair wouldn’t hurt you, of all people.

“This isn’t about him, Crosshair,” You snapped, “Come home. Please. I need you, and so do your-”

“I don’t need you,” Crosshair says sternly, pivoting on a foot to turn to face you with a cold glare. You reeled slightly at the look; you’d seen it before, but never aimed at you. “I never had and I never will. And if you were as smart as you made yourself seem, you’d join me on the right side of the battle. Just like how I thought you and Hunter didn’t have anything going on,” You open your mouth to correct him; he knew there was nothing happening between Hunter and you. He was your best friend, but Crosshair beat you to the punch, “But I guess looks can be deceiving, huh?”

It felt like a clear blow to a vulnerable moment you’d shared with him— only him — and it nearly sent you to tears. You reached up, taking the necklace and snapping it off your neck with a harsh glare in the sniper’s direction; another look that had never been sent directly at him from you, but one that he found made his heart break.

“Fuck you, Crosshair.”

MEMORY SUCCESSFULLY ERASED.

The sense of overwhelming dread that filled your chest and sank down into your belly had you jolting awake, eyes darting around the mundane white room as the panic of what’s happening begins to set in.

The heart monitor picks up its speed, and the two nurses rush to your side as your hand shoots up to grab and fidget with your necklace. You’d fixed it from when… when…

Why did it need to be fixed? Who broke it?

Who gave it to me? What was his name? Cross…

The nurse grabs your shoulder as your throat tightens with your hands grip on the jewelry, “Can I keep this one? Please?” You sob, managing to smile through tears at the nurse to your right, “Please let me keep this one.”

‘Crosshair!’ You think, another sob scratching it’s way out of your throat. ‘What am I doing?’

The nurse glances to her coworker and nods gently. She comes to rest her hand over yours, and you let the necklace fall against your chest, but you rest a hand over it protectively. If you couldn’t save your memories of him, maybe this could be the one thing that you do save.

MEMORY WIPE RESUMED.

You can feel yourself being jolted around before finally landing in another memory, your head resting on a warm, firm shoulder and your hand gripped in a strong one in your lap. The person you’re resting your head on… they sit up, and hand you a box which reveals a necklace that relates to your namesake.

You grin, but the figure in front you shifts which causes you to look up.

Hunter.

He’s smiling at you softly, they way he almost always had; save for the first time he met you. You grin back to him, leaning forward on the couch from your kneeling postition to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He returns your embrace without hesitation, and you allow yourself to feel how perfectly the both of your bodies meld together. The warmth of his body under the civvy clothes you held for him in your personal dormitories on Kamino sank under your own, causing you to pull away.

You barely notice how the room around you starts to shift, any objects affiliated with C4!@#??? begin to disappear, whatever holds your mind in it’s grasp seems determined to keep your attention on the sergeant sitting before you on the couch when you pull back from the hug.

‘Hunter gave it to me…’ You look up at him and smile lovingly, ‘of course he did,’ before leaning over and slotting your mouth over his.

MEMORY WIPE OF ??? COMPLETE.

The nurses gently help you up out of the chair, removing the device from your temples as the doctor comes to greet you. Another nurse holding a box hauls it out of the room as you shake the doctors hand and thank him profusely, grinning at the light and happy feeling on your chest as you turn to embrace the nurses in thanks. The woman at the front desk hands you an envelope of slips to give to your family and friends, and you thank her on the way out.

After leaving the office, you enter the outside of Pabu to find Omega waiting for you. Grinning you sneak up behind her, lifting her up and spinning her around. She shouts your name, but you can hear the smile in her voice as you set her down.

“How are you feeling?” She checks you over, and you smile dotingly down at her.

“I’m alright,” You ruffle through your bag, the feeling of the necklace against your chest making you feel giddy. ‘Why did I feel so bad about it before?’ You think, but quickly shake it off and pull out the envelope. “The secretary said to give this to family and friends, but I don’t think I’m supposed to see.”

Omega curiously takes the large orange envelope from your hands, opening it and reaching in to find a ticket that said that you had:

‘Y/N L/N has erased Crosshair (CT-9904) from her memory. Please never mention their relationship to her again.’

Omega glances up to where you’re walking off with an arm looped through Hunter’s and feels a sense of dread fall to the pit of her stomach.

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stardust-kenobi · 1 year

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Blizzard

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Crosshair get stuck in a relentless snowstorm. A cave provides you shelter, but you’ll have to get close to survive.

Warnings: smut, LITERAL cock warming, (kinda) sub soft crosshair, fluffy

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Y’all seen twilight eclipse? Yeah it’s like that…and Jacob’s lil comment about how he could warm her quicker if they took their clothes off. Also the logic may be nonsensical, so, forgive me.

Request for @crosshairs-wife 💕

Gif cred: @azertyrobaz

The piercing sting of cold upon your skin was almost fading away as you grew numb. Crosshair was only feet in front of you, but you were losing sight of him in the relentless blizzard. You’d gotten separated from the other guys, but they’d already signaled you on your comms that they had made it back safely.

“We can’t come for you yet. It’s too dangerous. Try and find shelter until the storm passes” Hunter’s voice cut through the weak comms signal in your ear. He was so worried, but knew you both were capable of survival.

It was an unpredictable planet with weather patterns unlike any other system. You hadn’t planned for a winter storm, so you weren’t dressed for the freezing temperatures, only making the situation more dire.

“T-there’s…a cave” Crosshair breathed heavily, shivering through his words. You couldn’t muster a response, and he could only assume you were following behind him. The cave was deep inside the base of the mountain, perfect for shielding you both from the brutal winds and freezing temperatures. It was only just barely visible to either of you, and you were thankful he saw it.

Throwing down your backpack, you both collapsed onto the dry ground of the covered fortress. There wasn’t much room, but you found yourselves huddled in opposite corners, still hanging onto your social norm of not touching one another, even in a state of uncertainty.

“We s-should get c-c-closer” You mumbled, but not without struggle. You had never bonded with Crosshair beyond being in the same squad, and you really didn’t think he even liked you. But that didn’t matter right now.

He nodded, as the desperation for warmth drew him into you, curling up against each other's bodies. His arm stretched over your body as if he tried to shield you from the conditions. It was uncharacteristic of him, but human instinct overcame you both, knowing it was crucial for survival.

“You’re freezing” You mumble with your shaking voice. He was arguably worse off than you were, but he wouldn't show it. Crosshair had been out in the cold a little longer than you.

“So are you” He rebutted. Sure, but you needed to make sure he found warmth soon.

“You need to take your armor off, it’ll only make you colder” You told him, knowing the metal would only trap the coldness against his body, and your body couldn’t feel the warmth of his own with the hard metal creating a barrier between your clothes and his.

Crosshair moved slowly to pull the armor from his body, and you watched as the shape of his form come to view.

“Your clothes are soaked from the snow, you-” He began, realizing that soon the moisture would freeze, trapping your body within it, “you’ll die”.

“I don’t have anything else to wear, Crosshair” You groaned in response, realizing your only other option was to strip down to nothing and cuddle up against him.

“I know that” He scoffed through the grit of his chattering teeth.

“Gods, you’re right. Just, try not to stare, please” You begged; feeling self-conscious already, but there was no time for that now.

He noticeably swallowed hard, anticipating the view that was to come. He’d never admit to you that you turned him on, but really, you drove him wild. It was always a skill of his to not show a single bit of that emotion when he was near you, but it was something he had to train himself to do, or else he’d blow his cover.

“I need help” You shamefully requested, the numbness of your fingers lacking the grip to pull your jacket and shirt from your body.

He hesitated, whether that was because he was nervous or because he was trying to process the words coming out of your mouth, it didn’t go unnoticed. His hands gently grab the bottom hem of your shirt and helped you maneuver out of it. Your bare breasts were exposed then to the frigid chill but somehow felt warmer now that you were out of the dampness of your material.

Through all the discomfort of the storm and the hell you'd been through, you still felt a tingle of tension between the two of you as you laid back to remove your pants. It was such a strange sensation to be warmer in your bare form, but this would help you from freezing to death.

Crosshair couldn’t take his eyes off of you, despite your plea to not be stared at. You had to admit you sort of liked it, though. The attention helped you feel less self-conscious, because surely he wouldn’t stare if he didn’t like the view, right?

You remembered something about survival that was going to be hard to suggest, but someone had to, “Skin to skin is the fastest way to warm each other” You shivered, “Please, Crosshair. I’m sorry to ask I j-” You begged helplessly.

“I’ll do it” He interrupted you. Crosshair wasn’t angry, he was eager. This shocked you, but you welcomed his eager attitude.

Quickly, he removed his clothing, keeping only his underwear, same as you. You were enamored with him, loving every inch of his body, and not attempting to hide your staring at all.

“Come here” He demanded, laying down next to you and wrapping his arm around your shaking body. The immediate encasing of his shielding body on you felt as close to a warm blanket as you could get right now.

“Oh maker…I don’t know how you feel warm but it’s helping”

“You feel warm too” He noted.

Your eyes met his as you looked up to him and something so unfamiliar came over you, an urge that made itself known so suddenly, but you leaned up, pressing your barely tingling lips against his.

He pulled away.

Oh no.

“What are you doing?” He snapped.

“I-” You choked on your own words, mortified and confused.

His eyes scanned your face and wandered your expression to try and read you. Crosshair wasn’t rejecting you, but he was rejecting the idea that you wanted him. It was simply too hard for him to believe. Things were always distant and tense between you two, but right now, stars...right now he wanted to fall apart for you.

Finally, after what felt like forever of nothing but the roaring of storms, he kissed you back. The passion that you felt through the motions of his lips sent a flash of heat through your veins, something you so desperately needed. As if by natural instinct, you reached to palm the growing bulge between his legs.

“I know how else we can get warm” You whispered against his lips.

He held your gaze, unbroken, and let his fingers float down between your legs, feeling the arousal pooled inside your panties. With only small rhythms of motions pressed to your clit, you whimpered. Crosshair couldn’t wait any longer, though, as his body begged for warmth. Something so primal in him did this because he knew he needed it to live, but something more intimate in him told him he just needed you.

Swiftly, you pulled his cock from his undergarments, and swung your leg over his hip, straddling him. His needing eyes scanned your face, looking for any uncertainty, but found none. He recognized that you were doing him an act of such deep kindness, but was so eager he pulled you fiercely into place. You knew he’d probably benefit from this more than you in terms of survival, but stars, you know you’d enjoy every second of him fucking you anyways.

No words could’ve described how euphoric he felt sinking into the warmth you provided him. It was more intense of a high than any spice the galaxy could offer. He groaned so loudly, equally satisfied with the feeling of any part of his body being wrapped in warm velvet, subsiding the numbness, and finally having you like this.

You winced, feeling the contrast of cold inside of you as you fully lowered yourself onto his cock. Trembling forceful fingers dug into your hips pressing you in place and refusing to let you move.

“Please, just, stay like this. For a moment” He begged, a desperate look replacing his usual scowled expression. He shuddered, eyes falling closed as he savored every second that passed.

You did as he asked, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled his face into the crevice of your breasts. He groaned again, and a breathless whimper fell from your own lips as the fullness you felt overwhelmed you. It felt so good to do this with him, and it felt better to know how much relief you brought to him.

Even though he could’ve stayed buried inside you like this forever, you needed to move, needed to have that movement. Slowly, you sat up again, and curled your hips up and down, adding friction against your walls.

“Oh, Y/N” Crosshair whimpered so softly. This was a side of him you’d never expected to see, especially in this intimate situation. But then again, he never let you get close enough to him to even know. His desperation for relief transformed him, and it melted you.

“It feels so good, Crosshair” You praised, losing yourself as you fucked him faster. He seemed to be losing him as well, struggling to hold back any expression of his pleasure.

“So good for me, helping me like this” He breathed, looking up at you while you bounce your ass up and down on him. The motion was warming your body, working up your blood flow. The relief of warmth began flowing through the deepest part of your being, extending out to your skin, until all you cared about was being here with him at this moment.

“Stop" He mumbled suddenly, and you did just that.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, please, just stay still again" He begged. You sat deep into his lap, covering his entire length, "I want to feel you just like this. I want to see you"

Your ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. Never would you have guessed that he was so soft when he needed to be. His hands traced the shape of your body, traveling down the side of your waist. Then his grip moved to your breasts, taking one into his palm as he massaged your nipple. You threw your head back as the sensation sent a strange chill down your spine.

"Crosshair, Y/N, come in" The comms hummed in your ear, startling you out of the trance he had you in. It was Tech's voice, "Are you two alright"

"Better than alright" You responded, keeping your eyes on him beneath you. Crosshair smirked at you.

"I doubt that, considering you're trapped in a blizzard, but alright then" Tech responded, but accepted your response as a sign that you were alive, at least.

Without warning, and fueled by the strength you'd provided for him, Crosshair picked you up and laid you down. As he hovered above you, his cock still resting inside your cunt, he held the back of your head as he rested in on the rock floor of the cave.

He thrusted slow at first but picked up his momentum with a few motions.

"I'm going to come soon, but I want you to come on my cock first, darling" He asked, bringing his fingers to rub your clit again as he continued to fuck you.

"Fuck, right there" You cried, feeling your climax creep up so suddenly.

"Yeah?" He asked, knowing you were so close as you clenched around him, "Let go, it'll feel so good, Y/N"

Just then it burst open like an ignited flame, the fire spreading throughout your entire body. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your movements and thoughts, helping your body reach an ultimate high. You'd never been fucked like this while coming at the same time, and it was almost too much for you to handle.

As you felt yourself come down from your high, he faltered in his movements, curses flying softly through his thrusts. The warm spill of his cum coated the inside of your walls, and he held himself there for a few more moments, taking every second that he could before he finally had to remove himself.

It was then that the blizzard began to break apart and subside, the outside of the cave becoming more visible. You situated yourself propped against the wall of the cave, and Crosshair did the same, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, huddling together through the very end of the storm that put you here.

"We're going to have to help each other back into these clothes when the boys pick us up" You broke the silence that you both savored after your releases, "that might be a hard one to explain"

"Only I should see you like this" He snapped, sudden jealousy taking over his tone as he imagined any of the others enjoying this sight of you like he has. That was the Crosshair you expected.

You smirked, omitting a response as you leaned into his body, trying to enjoy every last second you had with him before things likely went back to normal.

You hoped that they wouldn't.

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A/N: feedback and comments are always so encouraging and appreciated. If you enjoyed this, please let me know❤️

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lulalovez · 1 month

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ATTENTION ALL CROSSHAIR SIMPS!!!!

I don't know who to ask, but could someone write Crosshair with a breeding kink?

I know a lot of people headcanon him as someone who doesn't like kids, but the way he naturally takes on a fatherly role with Omega has me thinking otherwise. He's amazing at being a parent, and I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted kids with his partner. The Jango fett genes are showing with him.

Like tag me in a fic or send me a link of a fanfic, please!

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sinfulsalutations · 1 year

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𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣

ᴘᴛ.ɪɪ - ᴘᴛ.ɪɪɪ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ 'ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ' ᴏɴᴄᴇ

⋆ ★ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʙᴇꜱ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴏ

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

You're so sick of it. So sick of him.

Stupid Crosshair with his stupid little smug smile he always has on and those doggedly piercing eyes. Eyes that always without fail have a sparkle of cheekiness in them even as he growls. That mouth and soft lips and that slick tongue of his that won’t ever shut up or give you peace for more than a few hours.

Everything about him is so damn infuriating, so damn frustrating, so. Damn. Attractive.

Crosshair is catastrophically charming, and the fool kriffing knows it. He sees right through your act; how flushed you get, your cheeks pink with embarrassed flattery barely hidden behind your hands, your frustrated huffs turning into sickeningly smitten smiles the longer you stare at him from across a room.

He's got you in a chokehold; one you can't get out of no matter how stubbornly you try to push him away and out of your brain, and you're going to tear your skull apart if you are stuck any longer.

"Can you help me out here?" you hesitantly have to ask him one day, reaching high up for a box on a storage shelf. If one of the other members of Clone Force 99 were around, you would ask for their help. Anything but to avoid this itch of a man in your head.

"Aw," Crosshair coos. He creeps up from his seat, letting his rifle lean on the cushion as he walks up to you, so casual and composed, everything you’re not in this moment. "Does the princess require my assistance?"

You automatically, instinctively scowl and let out an ugly snarl.

"Yes," you sigh while rolling your eyes. He laughs through his teeth and you glare.

“Such a shame,” He says rather smug; you frown.

"Can you just shut up and do it?" You snap.

He looks at you with a deadpan but knowing look before taking two big strides toward you, a commanding disdain radiating off of his body. You shiver, almost pleasantly; the feeling is avidly discomforting.

"A please would be polite, you know," he hisses.

Through trembling, claustrophobic breaths, you let a 'pfft' noise fall past your lips.

"Like you're ever polite," you shoot back.

Without taking his eyes off of you, sinister and stern, he takes another step toward you; his chest would press against yours if you were to move even just an inch closer. He brings an arm up, inadvertently caging you in, as he grips the box you were trying to grab with only one hand and presents it to you, practically mirroring a fine meal on a silver platter.

Not once, do your eyes separate, as you take the box from him, and he turns and walks back to his rifle, taking it and going back to his cot without another word.

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The next time you ask for a helping hand, it ends differently.

You’re in the same position as before, pinned between him and the cold steel of the Marauder, a hand placed above you, caging you in, gripping the walls you would a sheet, and the other hand two fingers deep in your cunt. Well, that part is certainly new. Not that it's a bad addition; if anything, it frees the tension.

“Shush, would you?” He whispers harshly into the shell of your ear when you moan, slowly rocking his fingers inside of you. You whine louder, just to spite him, and clutch onto his shoulders, nails digging into his blacks; if you’re to scratch any harder, the fabric is bound to tear.

Without warning, he dives down and slots his lips with yours. Your eyebrows raise and you squeal weakly against him, but he only readjusts to keep you more still.

It's dizzying, so incredibly disorienting; he feels exactly as you thought he might, strangely soft and sentimental, but rough and harsh all the same, eyes scrunched with focus and his breath coming out in inconsistent intervals. You can feel yourself getting lost in his body, in his simple presence. But he pulls away before you're gone completely and hisses into your mouth,

“We don’t want to wake anyone else up, do we?”

Despite the criticism, he continues working you; curling his fingers into your g spot he found only moments before once, twice, three times until you gasp.

“Fuck,” You hiss, forehead pressing the crook between his shoulder and neck with a billowing rush of shame.

You can’t stop yourself; the sensible part of you wants to push away, stop yourself from indulging in such wicked pleasure from an even more wicked man, but when you feel his breath brushing against your jaw, groaning pleasantly into you all from the pleasure he’s dishing out, the pleasure he simply gives, you know you’re certainly doomed.

“C'mon. Keep taking it, girl,” Crosshair encourages you. A third finger teasingly circles the lips surrounding where he pushes into you, a warning of what's to come. "`Know you can do it."

A feather-light kiss, open-mouthed and sloppy lingers on the soft skin of your neck, and his eyelashes flutter against you as he thrusts his fingers into you another time; you sob silently into his shoulder.

Then you feel it again. That stupidly charming smirk etched onto your body forevermore.

“Keep taking it `till you’re ready for my cock.”

You whine one last time, clenching hard around his fingers and pressing your palm to your mouth; it barely stifles the noises you make, but with his own sounds escaping his mouth, you doubt anyone will make your shameful ones out in the white noise.

He's got you trapped real good.

tags: @pb-jellybeans

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daisies-daydreams · 5 months

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Someday (Crosshair x F!Reader)

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Depiction of Death, Implications of Sex, Swearing, Love Confessions, Internalized Negative Beliefs, Emotional Relief, Crying for the First Time

Word Count: TBA

A/N: A belated birthday present for @maybethatfanfictionwriter based on one of our conversations 🥳 I hope you enjoy!

Song Rec for This Fic: What Was I Made For? (Billie Eilish)

Crosshair remembers staring at the scattered bodies of his deceased brothers once the smoke cleared. There was a heaviness inside his heart, but he always thought it was from the fading adrenaline of battle. He remembers the faintest hint of satisfaction when he easily took out droids (especially when he was competing with Wrecker), but it was always a fleeting feeling.

But most of all, he remembers the way Regs stare at him. The creases of their face always written with a disgusted dread, nostrils flared as they scowled at the tall, lanky man. The sniper would feel a burning sensation ignite in the pit of his stomach as a bitter taste washed over his tongue.

Out of all of the feelings he experienced, bitterness seemed to linger inside him the most. It was an expression he wore on his face often: the disgust so many threw his way thrown right back at them. Bitterness he could identify with ease. Everything else seemed like he was brushing his hands through a thick fog, an intangible vagueness that made his scowl deepen.

But then…he met you. Crosshair had just stirred awake, a blinding light shining in his dark eyes as his head throbbed. The man blinked a few times before his vision focused on a pair of bright eyes and a gentle smile. Crosshair knitted his brows as an unfamiliar warmth flood him from head to toe, especially in the tips of his ears and the surface of his cheeks.

“You’re awake!” you beamed.

That warmth only continued to grow each time he saw you, a medic stationed on Kamino. The relationship started as simple stress relief, a string of trysts that left both of you satisfied for the time being. And yet…each time the two of you snuck away to your office or quarters, it only made it harder for him to ignore the feelings that welled deep inside his chest.

Tonight was one of those times. Both of you stowed away to a new place: an observation tower located far away enough that no one would see you at this hour. He had just returned from a particularly difficult mission and wanted nothing more than to feel the embrace of your warm body. The furious gray clouds tumbled and rolled outside, flashes of lightning illuminating your soft features as he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You were lying on your back, your hair fanning around your beautiful face like a halo. Crosshair gasped for air when he pulled back, his hands resting by your head as he gazed into your eyes. There was a pressure building inside his chest, one that made him open his mouth without even thinking.

“I think I love you,” he blurted out. A crack of thunder rattled the tower as his heart nearly slowed to a stop. The way you were looking at him…wide eyes and shocked face…made the bitterness return to his tongue. Did he say something wrong? Of course he did, it wasn’t like the two of you were courting.

The world froze when he felt your warm lips lay against the inside of his wrist.

“I love you, too, Crosshair,” you whispered with a soft smile. He instantly shot up and scrambled to his knees. His heart pounded inside his ears as his hands trembled. “Crosshair?” you asked as you sat up. The white-haired man backed away, his palms beginning to sweat.

“I-I-“ he stammered as his throat tightened. He didn’t know if his life was in danger or if he was thrilled beyond belief. There were so many different directions his mind was going-it all felt too fast for him to keep up with. Just as you reached towards him, he shot up to his feet.

“Crosshair wait!” you called for him as he rushed towards the elevator. Crosshair slammed his fist against the buttons, not caring where it would take him. He met your broken gaze as the doors quickly shut, the carriage taking him down to the lower levels of the facility. His heart seemed to sink along with the movement of the elevator as he braced himself against the wall.

He’s never lost control like that-never. Surely there had to be some kind of explanation, right? Perhaps it was the stress of his most recent mission, or maybe the lack of sleep he’s had lately. Yes, that had to be it…that had-

The ding of the elevator broke his train of thought as the doors slid open. He was at the bottom most level where they kept the supplies. Crosshair took a deep breath as he walked inside the dark room, his body feeling incredibly, undeniably small.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he berated himself as he slinked behind one of the shelves. The soldier took a shaky breath as he sank to the ground, his legs slightly spread apart as he clutched his head.

Crosshair’s heart had stopped pounding inside his ears a few minutes ago, his breathing steadying as he licked his dry lips. He stiffened when he heard the doors to the elevator open with a low hum. The sniper’s face hardened as he heard the sound of soft footsteps grow louder as a person entered the room. His scowl was quickly replaced with a solemn frown as you came into view. The whites of his eyes nearly drowned his restricted pupils as another roar of thunder shook the building. You slowly sank down to your knees.

“What?” he sneered, his tone laced with a bitterness he never intended for you. His heart melted when you cupped his chin and tilted his head up, your expression warm and kind as you stroked his cheek.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright,” you said softly. Crosshair felt a lump swell in his throat, an unbearable pressure growing deep within his chest and eyes. He nodded slowly as you tilted your head. “Can I sit?” you asked. The sniper grunted as he hesitantly scooted over, his hands bracing the cold floor. He nearly flinched as you sat next to him and folded your arms above your knees. A brief pause lingered between the two of you.

“I mean it, you know,” you suddenly broke the silence. Crosshair kept his eyes on the floor before shifting them over. You smiled softly. “When I said ‘I love you, too’,” you clarified as you straightened your posture. The sniper’s lips fell into a straight line as he nodded. “Can I ask you something?” you questioned. He shrugged, afraid his caustic tone would drive you away. You bit the inside of your cheek as you tilted your head.

“Was that the first time anyone’s ever told you that?” you asked. Crosshair’s breath hitched as time slowed to a standstill. He felt like he couldn’t move a muscle before his eyes began to sting. Suddenly, his vision began to blur as searing tears began to trickle down his cheeks. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as the pressure inside his chest loosened as he gasped.

The trickling soon turned into pouring as he shivered in your comforting hold. You said nothing as he choked and sobbed, his red cheeks stained with glossy trails. You cooed and rubbed his back as the emotions came rushing over him like violent tidal waves.

“I-I don’t understand,” he murmured in a strained whisper. It was the first time he’s heard those four words intended for him…and only him. Hunter was stoic yet could easily pick up any woman he desired with his charm. Tech was always more reserved and didn’t seem to bother with such things. Even Wrecker-a huge, loud brute-was seen as lovable by some.

But him? He was always scowling, always quick with a scathing remark, always ready to pull up any means of defense as the years of bitterness swelled inside him. He was bred to be a soldier and nothing more. How could anyone love something like him?

Crosshair sighed as he tilted his head up.

“How…how could you love me?” he muttered almost sharply. You stopped patting his back. He was afraid you’d berate him for his sudden question, turning his head away from you.

“Because you’re loyal,” you pressed your lips to Crosshair’s sharp cheek. “And witty,” you continued before kissing his temple and smoothing your hand over his shoulder. “Honestly, we’d be here all night if I listed all the reasons why I love you,” you confessed with a sheepish grin.

“I love you, Crosshair,” you whispered. Crosshair clung to you, his tears soaking the sleeve of your shirt. A simple sentence that completely broke him-made him shatter into a million pieces. And yet, there was a certain freedom as he allowed himself to fall apart for the first time in his life. Crosshair felt wave after wave of tears rush down his face. You cooed and held him close, rocking him as he sobbed.

“It’s going to be okay,” you assured him. Crosshair sighed as he pulled back. You gave him a soft smile as you wiped at his cheeks. “Why don’t we turn in for the night? I think some rest would do us both good,” you suggested. Crosshair nodded, his thin body feeling sluggish and heavy, yet also light as air. He held your hand as you guided him back to your quarters. Little words were said between the two of you as you prepared for bed, though Crosshair was silently thankful for the space you allowed him. You smiled warmly as you crawled beneath your covers, the tall man not far behind you.

“Goodnight,” you whispered before kissing his lips. Crosshair has never felt so much warmth within his heart as you continued to hold him, your face pressed against his chest as you quickly fell asleep. He sighed as he smoothed his hand through your hair.

“Goodnight…and thank you,” he muttered as he pecked your forehead before drifting off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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mariandjarin · 1 month

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You Are Not Alone

Crosshair x Reader

📢 It can contain SEASON 3 spoilers

Even though staying in Pabu was right for him, Crosshair didn't feel right there.

His trembling hand made him feel useless.

He didn't want to admit it because it was hard to accept, but he felt that way.

AZ, Omega, and even Omega's pet tried to help him feel better without success in their attempts, while the reader just decided to give him space.

That didn't mean the reader wasn't frustrated.

It was frustrating, but there wasn't much to do if he didn't want to be open about his feelings, and that needed to be respected.

When pressure and frustration were present, the reader used to sing, so the reader started singing while looking at Pabu's ocean:

*I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,*

*Traveling through this world of woes.*

While the reader was singing, the reader didn't notice Crosshair passing by. He stopped when he heard the reader singing and decided to listen maintaining distance.

*There is no sickness, no toil, no danger,*

*In that bright land to which I go.*

*I'm going there to see my mother,*

(Crosshair started to get close to the reader.)

*She said she'd meet me when I come.*

*I'm just a-goin' over Jordan,*

*I'm just a-goin' over home.*

When Crosshair came next to the reader, and before the reader could continue singing, he said, "I didn't know you sing."

The reader looked at Crosshair and said, "I do; it relaxes me."

Crosshair sat next to the reader and asked, "Are you worried about Omega?"

The reader stared at Crosshair and said, "It's not only about her."

"Is it about me too?" Crosshair asked.

The reader nodded slowly, looking at Crosshair.

He sighed.

"You don't need to worry about me. I will get out of this," he said.

"Alone? I don't think so," the reader said.

Crosshair sighed and started to get up when the reader told him before he could leave, "I know you are strong, Crosshair. You don't have to prove it, but sometimes even the strongest are afraid."

"Do you think I am afraid?" Crosshair asked, looking into the eyes of the reader with an angry expression.

The reader nodded and gave little pats on Crosshair's right shoulder. "Once you face those fears, you will find peace."

Crosshair expression slowly got soft

"How can I face those fears?" Crosshair asked with a calm voice, almost like the voice of a child asking for help.

The reader answered, "Well, Omega and I can teach you some techniques but in the end you choose your style."

"I won't like those techniques, right?" Crosshair said

"You don't like anything, sniper," the reader said.

Crosshair gave a small smirk and said, "You are right about that, scientist."

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momojedi · 7 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄? pairing. crosshair x gn! reader

type. drabble note. can you tell where this quote is from? ;) word count. 88

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“You remember me?”

Crosshair lowers the rifle, eyes narrowing as he eyes me carefully. It doesn’t take long to click in his mind as for a second, a glint of surprise flickers in his expression before he quickly recomposes himself. A scowl crosses his face and his eyebrows are quickly furrowed again. He stands still, shooting daggers at me through his glare. I know what's going on in his mind - a silent smirk lingers on my lips.

“Yeah,” I chuckle dryly, raising my blasters, “you remember me.”

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 30 days

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Hello love, I had a thought after the new episode about Crosshair x reader where she’s been with Hunter and wrecker trying to find Omega (and him) and when crosshair steps out of the ship she just runs to him <3 maybe it also includes them talking on the marauder after about what’s happened. I hope this sparks interest for you!! I love your writing :)

Forgiven

Crosshair x Reader

Summary- You reminisce on the first time Crosshair fought against you and his brothers. He thought you'd never forgive him, but he is surprised when you reunite.

A/N- So sorry this one took so long! I'm still sick but was determined to get this out! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it, please let me know if there is anything I can do to improve.

Word Count- 2,276

You remember the first time you realized you lost Crosshair to the Empire. The memory plagued your sleepless nights...

"I know what you're going to do, but please- don't." Omega begged Crosshair. You turned to listen to them, but couldn't figure out what she was talking about. What was he going to do? And how did Omega know about it?

"What do you know?" He remarked.

"I know you can't help it..." She rested a hand to his shoulder. The act warmed your heart, but anxiety rested in the deep pit of your stomach.

You couldn't place exactly why. I mean, you were all imprisoned. But, really, it was nothing the squad hadn't been in before. This was the kind of anxiety that rushed your veins. The kind that appears out of no where and strikes you.

At this feeling, you stood up to move and sit on Crosshairs right. He wasn't very affectionate in public, but you knew the proximity would ease your nerves.

Your hand gently ran down his arm as you sat, he straightened up at your touch. He was on edge as well.

The small gesture of him spreading his right leg slightly wider, to touch you, made you smile. Even in a cell, he could make you feel at home.

He didn't turn to look at you, but took your hand in his, holding it in his lap.

Just seconds later, a masked group of clones arrived.

"CT-9904, you're coming with us."

"Excuse me?" You stood, Hunter was quicker than you though.

"Oh no no, no. We stay together." The clone immediately rammed the butt of his gun into Hunter's stomach. He doubled over in pain.

"Stand down!" The clone yelled. You still advanced, determined to stick together.

A hand grabbed at your wrist. It was Crosshair, still looking down.

"Stop, you'll just get into more trouble." He then looked up at you. He stood, still holding onto you. Your breath hitched, scared for him. What would the Empire do to him?

"Wait!" You called out, he turned around just before stepping out of the cell.

You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, somewhat of a 'goodbye.' You could see his face get visibly softer. You pulled him closer for a hug, your face in his neck. "Whatever happens, try to meet us at the Hangar..." You whispered. Only he heard.

He nodded his head at you, then turned to follow the clone. The jail wall went back up.

You watched him walk away, the clones right behind him. "He'll be okay. We'll find a way out." Hunter reassured, a hand on your shoulder.

He was right. You all did find a way out. In an attempt to retrieve everyone's armor, you all rushed to the Hangar. Just before putting your last arm piece on, you stopped. "Where's Crosshair! He should be back by now!" You had hoped he found a way to escape the clones that took him. Looking around again didn't help.

"Tech, power up the ship. The rest of us will go look for Crosshair." Hunter commanded.

No one had a chance to respond, the large doors of the cabin opened to reveal him. He was leading a large squad of troopers.

"Uhh, I don't think we'll have to go far..." Omega spoke.

Your breath hitched, but you weren't scared. Crosshair would never do anything to hurt you. Nor his brothers, right?

"Cross!" You went to meet him, you didn't care about the other clone troopers next to him.

However, Hunter blocked you with his body. You stopped, wary but trusting his extreme senses.

"Best stand down sergeant." Crosshair said, rifle at the ready. "Make it easy on yourself... And your team." He looked you in the eyes, then back to Hunter.

"Have you lost your mind!" Hunter interrogated.

The two of them argued back and forth, though neither side made an official attack.

You were so confused, why would Crosshair turn on everyone. Why would he turn on you? Tears prickled, you placed your helmet on so no one could see.

"Now surrender." Crosshair tried, deep down you didn't think he wanted to injure anyone.

Blast fired everywhere.

Omega covered her head- barred down. You rushed to her, giving her cover. Hunter joined your side, now he was guiding Omega back to the ship.

You, Wrecker, and Echo fought hard, which gave Hunter enough time to usher Omega safely to the ship.

Hunter barely had time to run back out, guns firing, when all the overhead lights went off. The storm outside did nothing to help the lighting.

You crouched down to collect your thoughts, looking through your visor you saw many heat signatures. It was hard to tell who was who, but identified Wrecker by his size and Echo by his arm.

You blasted at the on-coming troopers, distracted by a new wave of them coming in. Someone had called for backup.

A loud scream let you know Wrecker had been shot, you weren't close enough to help him. A glance back showed you Echo and Hunter pulling him to safety.

The second you turned back around the barrel of a gun was pointed at your head. A figure sat inches in front of you, also crouched down.

"Don't say a word." It was Crosshair...

You pushed your helmet off, suddenly desperate for some air. You stared at him with glossy eyes. He wouldn't really shoot you, would he?

"Follow them back to The Marauder. Do not tell a soul I let you." He commanded you, lowering his gun. Was he telling you to escape now?

"Cross, I don't-"

"It's not safe here. You have to run."

"Bu-"

"It is too late for me, but you need to go. Now." When you didn't get up, he raised his rifle at you.

"Go!"

You nodded, shoving your helmet over your head. You wasted no more time as you ran to the ship. Tech closed the ramp and door behind you.

The ship roared off, jumping into hyperspace immediately.

You were left dazed, confused, and heartbroken. How could you lose him so fast?

It had been a long time since you all had to run. Not a day, or night, went by that you didn't think about Crosshair. No matter what he thought about you- he was always going to be your true love.

You could only hope he still felt the same deep down.

While you secretly prayed that you'd run into him again, all your prayers were soon taken up. They shifted to be about Omegas safety, ever since she was physically taken from your arms on Ord Mantell.

They didn't stop until you, Hunter, and Wrecker received a coded message. It contained an abandoned planet's coordinates, sent by 'Lula.' You knew it was Omega, no one else knew about Wreckers (turned Omegas) stuffed doll.

Hunter couldn't fly the ship fast enough, you three soon arrived at the location.

At the sound of another ship landing, Wrecker went to see who it was. Just in case it was some kind of ambush.

Seconds later, you both heard giggles from Omega and laughter from Wrecker.

Hunter looked down at the floor, ashamed.

"Hunter, so see her." You said, resting a friendly hand on his knee.

He was silent for a moment, gaze still down. "What, what if she is ma-"

"Omega loves you, she's not mad at you for anything. Please go see your daughter." You smiled at your own words, and the fact that his face turned red.

He rose and walked out to see her. You followed behind, hugging Omega after she and Hunter had their moment.

"How... how did you escape?" Hunter asked, addressing the elephant in the room.

"I had help." Your smile dimmed, watching the empire ship door closely. A figure walked down, the second you copped a good look- you were running.

A gasp barely had time to leave your mouth, your feet hit the ground in quick strides. You didn't stop until you were met with his body.

He stumbled back, but caught you. Your arms immediately wrapped tightly around him. Like he was going to fade away.

You let out a single sob when his hand lifted to caress your hair, then back. "Cross..."

He didn't say a word, he just squeezed you tight. It told you all you needed to know.

In that moment you forgot all that he did. Heck, you didn't care about any of it. He was here, alive, safe, and not trying to attack anyone.

"I'm sorry.... I'm so, so sorry." He repeated himself, mumbling apologies over and over.

You pulled away, forcing his forehead down to touch yours. "Shut up." You silenced him with a kiss, your eyes closed.

It was an awkward few hours on The Marauder. Wrecker and Hunter were still wary on Crosshair. Truth be told, they had a right to be. Omega defended him when she could, but everyone needed to accept the change on their own time.

That Crosshair's days with the Empire was now in the past.

Omega soon fell asleep on Hunter, you could tell she needed a good nights sleep. One where she wasn't constantly looking over her shoulder, or scared someone would come in her sleeping quarters.

As Hunter put her to bed, Wrecker found himself on the verge of sleep too. He headed to one of the two cots hidden in the back.

"Hunter, go to bed." You gently suggested.

"You sure you'll be okay?" He eyed Crosshair, still not trusting.

"I'm a big girl Hunter. Plus, I don't think Cross would be dumb enough to go against all of us with no weapons." You tried to joke, but the tension was so thick you could cut it. Both men raised an eyebrow at you.

You sighed, "Go to bed. I'm fine, really." He nodded and headed off. That left you and Crosshair alone in the cockpit.

It was quiet for a minute, both of you were scared to speak first. It was all so... real, so serious all of a sudden.

"How bad was it?" You asked, turned away from him on purpose.

"Worse than you can imagine." He didn't mean to, but he broke your heart at his words.

You turned to face him, quickly taking note of how his hand shook. You looked from his hand to his face, he tried to hide it.

"Uhm, I guess i'll take the first watch if you want to get some rest." You were so uncomfortable. There was an unspoken thought dancing around the room. While you wanted to kiss and hold him, there was a weird air that surrounded you both. It made you question every move, like it was your first date all over again.

"Right..." Was all he could muster. He was terrified of saying the wrong thing.

He bit this fear back with his next words. "I wish, I wish I could go back. Do things... differently."

"I know. Me too." You tried to meet his gaze, but he stared at the wall.

You were tired of this. What happened to the two of you?

"Crosshair."

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong."

He stared.

"Cross, if you don't love me anymore just tell me. Don't beat around the bush."

This made him snap his head at you. "What? You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really? Because after I kissed you, you haven't touched me! We used to tell each other everything, now we can't hold simple conversation! I Know a lot happened, I am so sorry you went through what you did. It shatters me just thinking about you getting hurt... but please, talk to me." You pleaded.

He grunted and sat up straight. "You deserve someone better! That's why. Because you shouldn't want to be with someone who turned on his brothers. Who abandoned his team. Who tried to kill the person he loved most. Maybe I should stop beating around the bush, you'll realize what I really am. Disposable."

You blinked up at him, heart beating fast. You didn't know what to say.

Crosshair 'humphed' and slouched back in his chair.

You rose to your feet, standing in front of him. You took his shaking hand in yours. "The man I love came back. He saved Omega. I know deep down you are the same Crosshair I fell in love with. The man that, even when controlled by an inhibitor chip, managed to let me run free. You could have killed me, that's what the chip told you to do... but, you didn't. Crosshair, I won't- I can't blame you for doing anything under the control of your chip."

"I did awful things after that chip was taken out..." He still thought he was unworthy, trying to make you agree.

"You can't push me away. You can't push away the people who love you." You still held his shaking hand in yours, raising your other to rest on his cheek.

"I forgive you... I truly do. I know it will be a long time until you forgive yourself, but I will be right here when you do. The guys will come around, just wait. I promise everything will be okay."

He closed his eyes, leaning into your palm. You moved down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. At his, he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you to his lap.

You curled yourself up, finally feeling that warm comfort you always felt in him.

You kiss him again, slowly this time.

"I'll do better..." He croaked.

"I know you will."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I have fr been sick for a whole week, like give me a break, body! When I am feeling 100% I will come back and fix any grammatical errors. Thank you for your patience and understanding!

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raevulsix · 1 year

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R.I.P.

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stardust-kenobi · 1 year

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If 46 & 57 are still available could you write them for Crosshair x female reader? Thank youuu

Ooohhhh boy. I’m ready. (Also sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy!!!). I’m making this one a full one shot because I got carried away LMAO. Just in time for crosshairs appearance this week

#46 - “Please, ruin me”

#57 - “What are you doing in my bed?”

Ruin me

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: Crosshair finds you waiting for him in his bed. You pique his curiosity, and he decides to indulge in your interests.

Warnings: smut, rough sex, manhandling, alot of degradation, lil tiny bit of a softness tho, anyways this is filthy…it’s crosshair so y’know

Word count: 2k ish tbh I haven’t checked yet bc I’m on mobile, but it’s a semi short one

It was an idea that floated through your mind ever so frequently, but you’d been too afraid to act on it. That is, until now. You had it bad for Crosshair, and you suspected he felt the same about you. He was an asshole, that much was obvious, but maker, it turned you on.

Crosshair’s bed smelled of cedar and musk, and you embraced the aroma of his natural scent while your lustful thoughts danced in your head. He’d been gone all day, probably training, and was expected to come back any minute now. It was no accident that you put on your tightest, skimpiest outfit. The outfit was close enough to resembling loungewear so as to be not obvious when you walked the halls down to his room, but still inched toward dangerous territory of being lingerie.

Your tits spilled over the top of the thin tank top, pushed from the bra you’d chosen to wear. A ruby red lace bra, one that would leave no question as to what your intentions were, if he decides to undress you, of course. The shorts you wore, if you could even call them that, were high cut, leaving a significant amount of your thighs and hips exposed.

You laid back, taking in the feeling of laying in his room without him knowing, and allowed yourself to become excited with the idea. Pretending that the touch of your fingers traveling up your thighs were his was the closest you could get to feeling him right now, and you hoped he’d return soon.

Just then, approaching footsteps snapped you out of your daze. You swallowed hard, anticipating his arrival. The metal door slid open with a loud hiss, and there he was, stoic in his stance. He promptly removed his helmet before his eyes found you.

Crosshair wasn’t startled, nor was he angry. In fact you couldn’t even really tell what he was thinking. The same scowl he always held was still present on his face. He tilted his head at you, studying the way you laid seductively on his bed.

“What are you doing in my bed?” He inquired curiously. That voice, gods…that beautiful voice. You wanted nothing more than to hear him whisper nasty things in your ear.

“I wanted to surprise you” you purred. Sitting up on your knees, letting him get a full view down the cleavage of your shirt.

“With what?” He scanned your body, seemingly approving, but was followed by a look of distaste.

“Me.” You whispered.

“Is that so?” He pondered with a snarky look, setting his helmet down on the desk by the entrance, “what makes you think I’d want to fuck you?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to?” You leaned back in surprise.

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you” He said with certainty, sending a fiery heat to your cunt as it fell off his lips, “just curious what made you think I wanted to”

He cut right to the chase. This was happening, and he was ready, but not without a little more teasing on his end.

“I see the way you look at me” You noted, looking him up and down and admiring the outline of his body. He looked so good in his armor.

“How can I not? You’re always dressed like a little slut” He scoffed. He was so fucking hard to read. He wanted you, but sounded disgusted with your behavior at the same time.

“You love it, though, don’t you?” You teased, watching his face grow flustered.

He didn’t answer, but moved slowly to stand beside the bed, staring down at you.

“You want my cock? Hm? Is that what you want, pet?” He asked, his voice flowing like honey on your ears, making you shiver in anticipation of how he was likely going to leave you limping afterwards.

“Please, ruin me” you breathlessly begged. The way he was treating you was so sadistic, but oh it felt so right.

“Gladly” He growled in response.

Quickly, he worked to remove your tank top, finding the lingerie you wore beneath it.

“You wore this just for me didn’t you?” He smirked, taking your lifted breasts into his grasp. He didn’t admire your attire for long, because he removed your bra just as quickly as he found it, “and I bet your cunt is already soaking fucking wet isn’t it?” He asked, pushing you back onto his bed with force, and eagerly sliding your shorts from your hips. Suddenly he plunged two fingers inside of you, allowing him to feel what he suspected, and you gasped in response.

“You need my cock this bad? What a needy little whore” He whispered against your ear, hovering above your completely exposed body. Chills erupted across your entire body, which Crosshair noticed immediately, “Beg for it”

“I want you to- oh my gods- I want you to fuck me, Crosshair. Please” You begged through your whimpering as his fingers pumped in and out with the perfect curl, apply perfect pressure inside of you.

“I’ve thought about it, myself” He began, “thought about the way you’d look squirming beneath me. How pathetic you’d sound begging for me to ruin you. Look at you now. It’s only my fingers” He chuckled, so intent on humiliating you.

“It feels so good” You moaned, feeling a precious tension forming in your lower belly.

“I bet it does” He smirked, immediately pulling his fingers from your pussy and ripping your approaching orgasm away from you, “touch yourself while I get undressed”

You did as he asked, and rubbed your clit slowly as you watch the armor and clothes fall from his body. Maker, he was beautiful. Every scar, edge, and mark creating a masterpiece of his figure. You’d never been this wet before, and it was only getting more intense as your clit throbbed beneath your fingers.

He watched hungrily, trying not to be too be too obvious with how beautiful he thought you looked getting yourself off just waiting on him, but he could watch you do this all day.

“Crosshair” You whimpered as your eyes landed on his cock, he was larger and thicker than you were expecting. He really was going to ruin you. He stroked himself gently, his gaze traveling the length of your sprawled out body. On display just for him.

“Turn over” He demanded.

You flipped onto your belly, and anxiously waited for what was to come next. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you ached to be filled and you groaned in desperation.

“Please”

“Patience, slut” He scolded, letting his new name for you roll off his tongue with a deep satisfaction

Your next breath lodged itself in your throat as the full length of his cock slammed into your cunt, brutally filling you so suddenly with almost no warning. You winced in the stinging pleasure, quickly overcoming the small bit of pain. The pain was nice, and you’ll admit that you didn’t know you even liked pain until you’d just felt it like this. But it felt good.

A loud cry tried to leave your lips but was halted by the wrapping of his hand around your mouth as he leaned down, his chest against your back. To feel him use you like this was exactly what you wanted, and the slight twinge of pain only made it all the better.

“You can take it, Y/N” He encouraged, the first and only bit of praise he muttered.

Your muffled mess of whimpers hummed against the palm of his hand, earning a smirk from him you weren’t lucky enough to see. His thrusts were brutal, fucking you like you he absolutely hated you. The sound of the skin of your ass slapping against him with every motion accompanied the sound of your expression to pleasure.

At first, all that you’d heard from Crosshair were rough and quiet grunts, but he was growing louder, sounding satisfied with the feeling of your slickness and how good it felt to claim you after thinking of you like this for so long.

“Look at you, so desperate for it” He leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against your neck, moving his hand from your mouth to wrap in the locks of your hair. As he yanked your head back, your moans were amplified and unrestricted.

“You fuck me so good, Crosshair” You looked up and back at him, your gaze almost breaking him, but he looked away from you, and down to where your bodies were fused together. It was unbearable how good it felt, and you were overwhelmed with all of it. Your heated skin, the friction against your clit with every swing of his hips, the sensation of being used by him, and how rough he was with you…that was the icing on the cake.

“Everyone will know if you keep screaming” He hissed.

“I want them to know” You bragged.

“Yeah?” He teased you.

An unexpected flash of burning pain struck your ass, his hand rested against your rear after striking you. You cried out in pleasure, approving of the feeling. Crosshair was happy to take that as a sign to do it again, and it was harder the second time.

His hands moved to tightly grip your waist, using it to his advantage to thrust deeper and deeper. His wandering grip traveled to your breast and squeezed, the soft of your skin driving him wild. With each second, his cock brushed against your g-spot, inching you closer and closer to your climax.

“Fuck” He groaned deep, losing himself in how good you felt, he was getting close too.

“I want you to fill me up” You begged him, needing so desperately to feel his release inside you.

The growl in his moan as he didn’t respond made it clear that he wanted that too. And just hearing you say it sent him over his edge. The pace of his hips slowed, and his expressions of pleasure grew louder, which was music to your ears. Just then you felt the warmth of his cum spill inside you. He leaned over you, pressing his chest into your back, holding you while he came, his nails digging deep into your waist.

You hadn’t come yet, and with him pulling out of you, you didn’t expect to. To your surprise, you squealed as he eagerly picked you up and flipped you over on your back.

“I never leave a woman unsatisfied” He said sadistically.

The hollowness that began to ache you was then filled by his fingers once again. Using the slickness of your arousal and his own cum, he fucked you with his fingers. Crosshair hovered above you, creating a sense of odd comfort for you.

“You gonna come for me slut? Gonna come on my fingers?” He taunted you, his demeaning tone only encouraging your orgasm more.

“Fuck, yes, please don’t stop”

And he didn’t. His thumb worked softly at your clit, as he curled his digits inside of you. Anyone in the entire wing could’ve heard you now, your moaning and whimpering was relentlessly loud, and gods you didn’t care at all.

He felt you clench around him, and listened to the way you became breathless for a moment before the tension unraveled itself so gracefully. As he felt you come, he stared deep into your eyes, his other hand holding the side of your face. You weren’t sure where this care or gentleness came from, but you savored it, staring back and leaning into him.

“There you go. Come for me” He reiterated, adoring the look on your face while you fell apart beneath him.

It washed over you like a giant wave of ecstasy, filling every inch of your body with an overwhelming tingling pleasure. You’d never felt an orgasm so intense before, and he worked you through every second of it.

You swore that there were stars in your eyes as you floated back to reality, and it was then that you realized you were fully holding onto him, and he was letting you.

“Should’ve got you alone a long time ago” He smirked, still looking down at you, making sure you were okay.

“I guess one of us had to make the first move, huh?”

“Don’t sass me” He playfully scoffed as he laid down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

Maybe Crosshair had a soft spot for you after all.

A/N: Apologies for any types my loves, I will try and check for any mistakes later!!

feedback and comments are always so encouraging and appreciated. If you enjoyed this, please let me know❤️

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scribble-dribble-writes · 28 days

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Pt 5 - And if I loved you any less, I’d be able to talk about it more

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Crosshair x female reader

Ex lovers to friends to lovers

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It was easy to destroy it all, Crosshair was attuned to it, all he needed was one shot, so he took it. Now it had been days since the night he had spent with you and the silence that plagued the two of you had begun to ruin him.

Describing his feelings had always been a struggle and so he chose to pull away, to grow distant because he had witnessed the horrors of the empire and in his nightmares, he saw you in his place.

He sighed, his eyes fluttered open taking in the view of the sea in front of him as he tried his best to live the soft life when it fact he grew frustrated. He could feel the onset of his tremors and that robot telling him that it was possibly linked to whatever that was going on in his mind, he curled his fingers into a fist when he felt the soft touch of a small hand.

“A big part of meditating is letting go, brother.”, Omega’s voice rippled through him and it tightened his chest.

He couldn’t, he wasn’t able to, even now he could feel your eyes on him from up the hill as you stood next to Hunter and Wrecker, the most important people in his life now lacking trust in him.

How could he have the answers to fix the mess he had made and protect them all even at his expense?

“I don’t think this is working.”, he huffed but Omega didn’t let go of his hand.

“Then we’ll try again, together.”, she closed her eyes and looked at the sunset prompting him the do the same.

The sun was pleasant and warming but instead of looking at it, he wanted to look at you.

To try again meant to restart from the basics, to rebuild himself from scratch and that by itself was difficult when applicable to his sniper skills. But to rectify relationships and build back trust? It felt impossible.

Isn’t loyalty lost after a betrayal?

But it was hard not to move away from Omega, from his sister who believed in him, saw the light in his heart that now he was anxious not to prove her wrong. He didn’t want to fail her expectations so he sat straight and closed his eyes to take a deep breath and start the process of letting things go.

——

Wrecker was easy but that was mostly because he had missed Crosshair a lot more that he wished to talk about it. Crosshair knew this because of the sudden hugs and the immediate response to come along to run errands, Wrecker seemed to not hold a grudge.

“Look at you making friends.”, Wrecker laughed heartily when the lady by the docks had thanked Crosshair for his help. It got him to roll his eyes but he had missed this. Missed his brothers and the guilt had eaten up most parts of his spirit when he knew what he had tried to do to them.

He looked over at Wrecker and the words were on the tip of his tongue, an earnest apology but it almost seemed like Wrecker could read his thoughts when he softly jabbed his elbow into Crosshair’s.

“Do you want to try the ice cones from Sally’s shop?”, Wrecker asked.

Crosshair took it in, a small smile breaking across his face.

“I’ve been waiting to take you there, they have your favourite flavour.”, Wrecker added and all Crosshair did was nod which elicited such joy on his brother’s face that he had realised how much he had wanted to have this back.

But you and Hunter were a difficult bunch. He had betrayed one and left the other broken hearted both of which he did not know how to fix.

——

“He needs time.”, you heard Hunter’s reassurance and it confused you.

“He betrayed you and yet you take his side?”, you folded your arms to question to which he smiled.

“He’s my brother.”, Hunter stated with a soft expression as though that was enough of an explanation.

“I’ve always wished for him to come back.”, he shrugged his shoulders when you realised that his intuition about these matters were never wrong. But with Tech’s death still haunting all of you, you understood his forgiveness.

All of them had lost so much already.

“But he does need to explain his actions, I’m not letting him off that easily.”, he smiled at you and you gave a curt nod. At least you were on the same page with one thing.

“He’s much more vulnerable when he’s around you.”, Hunter stated next and your gaze grew sharp.

If he was he wouldn’t have asked you to hide your feelings. But before you could come up with a retort, Wrecker’s thunderous laugh echoed down the Marauder and you heard the sultry tone of Crosshair’s voice.

It angered you, because he had chosen to push you away. You got up to leave, Hunter taking in your discomfort or rather your pain that flashed across your face. You didn’t have to explain your actions to anyone, you wanted to get out before either you or Crosshair saw each other. But that plan had failed as he walked into the cockpit along with Wrecker, his eyes instantly finding yours.

Your heart hammering in your chest, yours eye catching his for a second and staying locked in his gaze for a bit longer before it took all of your strength to look away. Wrecker was oblivious to all of this as he passed the ice cone in his hand to Hunter, who was reading the tension between you and Crosshair like a sensor.

“I had one of every flavour.”, Wrecker chirped as he bit into the ice bar in his hand.

“Crosshair helped a lot today, everyone likes him.”, Wrecker continued to speak with his mouth full.

Hunter hummed but his eyes were on you.

“I’m not too sure of that.”, he said slyly as he took a bite from the ice cone in his hand.

“I’ve got to go help Shep with reading the data from today’s tides and to also find out if there is a way we can keep Pabu hidden from the Empire’s radar.”, you said getting up from the seat which belonged to Crosshair.

“Are you coming to the Harvest festival?”, Hunter asked but you knew him too well to know that just like his brothers, he was concocting a plan.

“I may not.”, you responded growing very aware of Crosshair’s gaze on you, as though he was waiting for your answer.

“You need to come.”, Omega said as she walked into the group. You wanted to say no but she had taken a hold of your hand.

“You promised you would last time if Crosshair was back.”, she said innocently and you heard the sharp breath Crosshair inhaled, his cool demeanour now broken as he tapped his foot.

“Yeah.”, Wrecked echoed in as though he too had just remembered your promise and you knew there was no way of escaping this.

“Ok.”, you said defeated by Omega’s and Wrecker’s enthusiasm, you were doing this for them. To hold the stability of this group to just like when it had been when they had last been on Pabu.

They moved away to chat to Hunter when you took your opportunity to slip away that as you turned you were inches away from bumping into Crosshair’s chest and you froze.

You had to try your best to not look up, it had been days since he had hinted to not wanting you around. You had avoided this proximity and seeing him for so long that all that effort was now destroyed by this moment.

You heard him inhale deeply.

He was crumbling. He wanted to tilt your chin up so you would see him. He had so much to say and he hated himself for not being able to say it.

He refrained from it, the itch in his fingers to hold you. You moved to the side just as he did and he moved to other side just as you did and it got nowhere. You and him were locked in this awkward shuffle.

You wanted to push past him when he held up something to you.

“They said it was mix of berries, fruit and cream.”, Crosshair spoke quietly, the ice cone in his hand stretched towards you, the slightest shake in his wrist as he tried to hold firm.

“I thought you might like it.”, he added and what Hunter had said began to make more sense.

You looked up at him and it squeezed your heart, the way his eyes were wide, his mouth sealed shut as though he was going to let his feelings slip.

You wanted to hurt him but you knew he had been through enough. You took the ice cone and he let his fingers brush against yours.

“Thank you.”, you said to which he nodded.

He needed time, so you were going to be soft with him. It was the least you could do.

He felt the heat creep up to his cheeks at your gesture, maybe there was a way to fix this. But he wasn’t going to force it, he wasn’t going to control the outcome based on his fears. He stepped to the side and let you go.

Crosshair watched you walk away and when he turned to looked at Omega and his brothers. All their attention was on him. But it was Hunter’s look of appreciation that mattered most to him.

Hunter dipped his head as though he was approving of this emotionally improved version of Crosshair that it felt like the best reward. It felt good to be back to where he belonged. So he took his seat and heard the ramble of words as Omega recounted her day to Hunter while Wrecker chipped in.

Crosshair’s anxiety had vained so he could finally admit to himself that he did in fact care for them so much, that now in the temporary safety of this island, he was home

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Crosshair x Jedi Reader One-shot

Summary: Crosshair keeps mentioning how clones are expendable. You snap and the rest of the batch urges Crosshair to finally confess how he feels about you.

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Warnings: Kissing, Crosshair being a shebs' oglon😂, and a smidge of suggestiveness at the end, if you squint.

Key for Mando’a words: Di'kut: idiot, shebs' oglon: a**hole, dank farrik: dang it, meg te haran: what the hell.

With Crosshair back in the squad, things have been……peculiar between the two of you. He was quite the brute and rude sniper when he first met you, and after everything he’s been through, you didn’t know how he currently felt about you.

I mean, sure, you had feelings for the snarky sniper man. But those feelings had to be pushed away when he left, to focus more on protecting the rest of the crew. Not that you forgot about him for a second. With him back, you didn’t know how you felt.

Normally, he was usually a decent human-being towards you. Sure, you weren’t the closest, but you had a few exchanges, and you swear you caught him staring at you curiously a few times before all this Empire stuff happened.

But, these past few days were filled with overly snarky comments, even for him. They dealt with pretty touchy subjects in your life that you had never mentioned to the batch previously because they were about painful experiences.

For example, the other day Crosshair mentioned how the Jedi never cared about clone troopers and that they were just expendable to them.

This got on your nerves because you believed in the exact opposite. The clones were your dearest friends and you had tried your best to treat them all as individuals. But, Crosshair didn’t know that, so you kept your mouth shut and ignored him.

This went on for some time. Crosshair would say something and you tried your best to ignore him, so far it had worked out.

One day, you just snapped.

Hunter decided a break was greatly needed. The Batch had been on mission after mission with no rest in between. Though you wanted to continue with missions, your body simply couldn’t comply. You agreed with Hunter, and a few hours later Tech landed the Marauder on a nearby forest planet.

Wrecker was playing with Omega and Gonky. Echo was taking a well deserved nap. Tech was on his data pad, as usual. And Hunter was sharpening his knife while watching Omega and Wrecker with a smile.

All seemed well.

Well, not really, because Crosshair decided he wanted to die today. He brought up how clones were expendable, again.

“We’re just a bunch of numbers to everyone!” Crosshair shouted, you scrunched your nose in frustration.

“No, you’re not! You were to the Empire, but not to the Jedi!” Crosshair scoffed.

“Oh, so you speak for the whole Jedi order, then? Huh?” You gulped.

“Well, no. But I never saw you that way!” Crosshair folded his arms.

“Why? What’s so special about you that made you feel so bad for us? Do you pity us?” Your eyes widened.

“Of course not! I-I” You sighed. “I just relate to you I guess..” You said quieter.

“Relate to us? You don’t know us-“

“I get it, I don't know you! Okay! I get it! You don’t have to keep saying that!” You fumed then stalked out of the ship. You ran past a curious Tech, a groggy Echo who was obviously annoyed, a concerned Hunter and a confused Omega and Wrecker.

You ran out to what looked like a grove of trees. You continued to run until you found a small opening that revealed a little stream. You sat down beside it and slumped.

Stupid Crosshair, what does he know? You sighed. It’s not his fault, you thought. It’s not like I’ve told him anyway.

Back at the Marauder.

Crosshair looked down and frowned. Di'kut, he thought to himself. He ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed.

Someone cleared their throat. Crosshair turned to see the rest of the batch in the hall. He pursed his lips. Hunter raised a brow.

“You know you messed up, right?” Hunter commented.

“Well, by analyzing his heavy sighing, brooding, and self loathing, yes, yes he does know.” Tech stated matter of factly as he pushed his goggles up his nose. Crosshair frowned.

“What does loathing mean?” Omega asked. Hunter glared at Tech. Echo facepalmed. “And what’s up with Crosshair? Why does he argue with her so much?” Omega tilted her head curiously. Crosshair just rolled his eyes. Hunter huffed and turned to the others silently asking, care to answer?

Wrecker shrugged, Echo gave a look that said don’t look at me. Tech sighed and pushed his goggles up his nose again.

“It’s quite obvious. Crosshair likes her.” Crosshair’s eyes widened and he ran a hand down his face.

“Is it really that obvious?” He crossed his arms and raised a brow at the crew. Everyone nodded their heads. Except Omega, she just shrugged her shoulders. Crosshair breathed a laugh.

“Well, what do you think I should do?” He asked almost teasingly. Wrecker’s hand immediately shot up. The rest of the batch rolled their eyes.

“Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me! Pick me!” He shouted jumping up and down. Crosshair sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Wrecker?” He pointed to him tiredly. Wrecker beamed.

“You should confess to her!” Wrecker yelled cheerfully. Omega beamed finally understanding.

“Yes! You should Crosshair!” Omega agreed, jumping happily. Wrecker picked her up and spun her around.

“See, she gets it!” Wrecker shouted happily. Omega giggled. He put her down and ruffled her hair. Hunter chuckled at their exchange then turned to Crosshair.

“So,” he folded his arms and raised a brow playfully. “You gonna take their advice?” Crosshair looked at him. He sighed and huffed. He rolled his eyes and looked down. Should I? He cleared his throat.

“Fine,” he stated. Then stood straight and walked past them. Tech looked up from his data pad.

“Wait, he’s actually going to do it?” Hunter nodded his head surprised as they watched Crosshair leave the ship.

“Well, it’s about time,” Echo stated. Omega and Wrecker shouted happily as they started to dance around the ship. The rest of the batch laughed.

Crosshair walked out of the ship mumbling to himself. Today of all days, he thought. He wanted to confess to you sometime when he didn’t act like a total shebs' oglon. He continued to walk and found the clearing.

He spotted you just standing there, staring into a stream. Crosshair didn’t move, he mentally sighed. Gosh, what am I doing?

“You know, I love the clones,” you said all of a sudden. Crap, she knows I’m here. Crosshair then remembered. Oh, I forgot. She’s a Jedi, she can sense people.

“Even after Order 66, I still do,” You continued. Crosshair listened intently.

“I’ve spent countless, countless nights lying awake during the Clone War. Crying, wishing I could’ve saved so many of them. I mourned for every soldier I fought with.” You laughed sadly. “That actually goes against the Jedi Code. No attachments. But I did it anyway.” Crosshair’s eyes widened.

“I made it a priority to know each member of my battalion individually. I never wanted to know their numbers, I wanted to know what they wanted to be called. I wanted to know their names, so that for once, they could feel like a person. Not a clone, not a soldier, a person.” You finally turned to Crosshair, tears in your eyes.

“I loved them. So, I don’t care how expendable you think you are,” you paused. “Because you were never, never expendable to me.” You pointed to yourself. Crosshair's face turned to sorrow. Gosh, I did this to her.

“I-“ Crosshair choked on his words. You frowned and turned away.

“You know why I say I relate to the clones?” You turned back to Crosshair. He looked at you and silently nodded his head. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this-“ Crosshair walked up to you and gently grabbed your right hand with his left.

“Please, I want to know. I want to know everything,” he looked down at your hand and softly rubbed his thumb along the back of it. You swallowed.

“Okay.” Crosshair looked up at you and gave a small smile. You gave a grateful smile back.

“I never knew where I came from, I was just told I was found in a raided village. I was the only survivor,” You breathed. “The Jedi took me in, raised me….” You looked down with a frown.

“I can’t help but think, if I wasn’t taken in by the Jedi, would I have still been one? What if a Sith found me, would I have become a Sith? Would I have been a bounty hunter? Or join the Senate? I never really had a choice. I was kind of born into it.” You looked up at Crosshair.

“That’s why I say I relate to you guys. Clones, I mean. You never had a choice, though you’re treated much harsher, I can’t help but connect with you.” Crosshair nodded his head.

“That makes sense,” he used his right hand to grab your left. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” You looked at him and smiled gratefully.

“You don’t have to be. I just wanted you to know.”

Crosshair nodded his head and smiled a little.

“I understand,” he swallowed then pulled away from you. He turned around and hugged himself.

“I just saw another Jedi trying to take pity on us clones, and I got angry at you, I lashed out on you and that wasn’t right,” Crosshair sighed then turned back to you, he looked down at the ground.

“It’s just been hard. You know? Ever since the Empire stuff, I don’t really know who I am. Was it the chip? Was it me? Why did I feel obligated to serve the Empire even though they never gave me a reason to want to?” You nodded your head.

“I get it. But, I don’t think it was your fault. You’re a good man, Crosshair.” You placed a gentle hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. Crosshair blushed. You retracted your hand away awkwardly.

“Errr, sorry.” Crosshair shook his head.

“No, it’s fine.” You backed away.

“I just feel the same. I devoted my whole life to being a Jedi. Now that the Jedi order is gone, I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know who I should be.” Crosshair took a step forward.

“Who do you want to be?” You looked at him, then contemplated. You smiled a little.

“I want to be….good. I want to help people. Helping people gives me a sense of joy. I want to give that same joy to other people.” Crosshair gave a faint smile. You grinned.

“Who do you want to be?” Crosshair breathed a laugh.

“I want to be…. a good brother. I want to make up for all the times I treated them like bantha crap.” You giggled.

“I’m serious,” Crosshair said with a smirk. Here goes my lame attempt at flirting. Now or never.

“I also want to be better to you too.” You looked down and blushed. What?!

“You already are a good brother. A great brother even. I see the way you help them. They don’t say it very often but I know for a fact that they love you very much. They never forgot about you when you left. You never left their mind for a second.” Crosshair hummed to himself.

“Not really Omega though.” You gasped.

“What? Definitely Omega, though she didn’t know you very well, she talked about you constantly and how she believed the real you was in there somewhere.” Crosshair smiled to himself.

“She thinks you’re an amazing brother.” Crosshair smirked. Let’s take it a little further shall we?

“And what about you?” Crosshair walked forward until he stood right in front of you. “Do you think I’m a good brother?” You gulped and looked down.

“Well….” You tucked a hair behind your ear. Dank Farrik. Crosshair chuckled. “I don’t really see you as a brother..” Crosshair leaned his face closer to yours.

“Oh really?” Crosshair lifted Y/N’s chin so that she would look at him. This is actually working out better than I thought it would. She’s so cute when she’s flustered.

“What do you see me as then, hmmm?” You let out a shaky breath.

“I-I” Crosshair leaned even closer, his nose brushing against yours. Oh my gosh! What is he doing?!

“C’mon, say it. What am I to you? A friend?” You looked at Crosshair. Well, meg te haran.

“No…..” you whispered. “I see you as more than that.” Crosshair smirked.

“Right answer.” Crosshair leaned in and placed a firm kiss on you lips. You let out a small gasp, then kissed back. Crosshair groaned and leaned back, placing a softer kiss.

Wait, is this actually happening? You thought to yourself as you felt Crosshair’s lips on yours. Am I dreaming?

You responded with a hum of contentment and slipped your hands over his chest. Crosshair smirked and deepened the kiss as he tilted his head.

Nope, definitely not dreaming. You thought as Crosshair placed his hands on the sides of her face. He held your face then moved his hands down to hold your neck gently. You hummed again and smiled.

Crosshair slowly moved his hands down to your shoulders, down your arms until he held your waist. You smiled as Crosshair continued to kiss you with passion. You moved your arms up to Crosshair’s neck and ran your hands through his short, silver hair.

What is this girl doing to me? He moaned and gripped your waist tighter.

After a while, Crosshair leaned back to catch his breath. You took deep breaths. He smirked and held your cheek. He rubbed his thumb along it, you looked at him with half lidded eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to make me want to do something I’ll regret.” You smirked and leaned forward. You whispered in his ear.

“I know I won’t regret it.” Crosshair chuckled darkly and leaned in again.

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sinfulsalutations · 1 year

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𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀꜱ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʟʟᴀ ꜱᴜʙᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɢᴜʏꜱ, ᴅᴏᴍ/ꜱᴜʙ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏᴠᴇʀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ 'ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ'… ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ.

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 2.8ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

➼ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ☆ ʙᴀʙʏᴅᴏʟʟ - ᴀʀɪ ᴀʙᴅᴜʟ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʀᴀꜱʜʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ. ʏᴀ ᴀʟʟᴀʜ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʟᴀɪʟᴀᴛ ᴀʟ Qᴀᴅʀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴜʙ ꜰᴏʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ 2ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀʜᴀ.

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Primal urges are not something unfamiliar to Crosshair; he falls victim to them every time they rear their head.

The deep, carnal appetites itch under his skin. The ones that convince his lust-addled mind that everything in the universe comes second to her. He must leave the crest of her cheeks stained with tears and sensitive crooks of her skin pinkened from his mouth, hair tousled and breath unsteady, his name forever lingering on her tongue, or else he’d have failed at his job.

It’s a bombarding, pleasurable method of self-destruction.

And he revels in every single moment of it.

His hand creeps up the back of her head, slowly twisting his fingers through clumps of hair until the pads reach the top of her scalp. Roughly, he cranes her neck up to look at him; look at her master. She whimpers, the noise forcing itself through her tightly sealed lips, and he smirks. Any noise he can elicit from this sweet, sweet body he plans to milk for hours upon hours, fully devoted to reaching new heights of bliss for the both of them. For Crosshair is a merciful god.

“C’mon, babydoll,” He says coolly. The hand that holds her in place grips her tightly and her mouth falls open with a breathy gasp. The monotonous background noise of speeders whizzing past her apartment windows are no longer the loudest thing that echoes through his ears. “Talk to me. You know how much I love that silk voice of yours.”

“Cross-” She mutters through a gasp. Gingerly hands creep up his body, trailing over the blacks that mold against him like a wet cloth. He groans softly in delight, but doesn’t let it weaken him under her delicate touch; he pulls away when she tries to tug him down for a kiss by the collar.

Crosshair clicks his tongue.

“Now, what was that?” He asks cruelly, ignoring the petty pout she wears. Slowly, deliberate yet almost careful in how he guides her, he walks the two of them backward, a few steps before the backs of her legs brush against the mattress. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. His head tilts as he continues, leaning in so close, as close as she wanted him to, when she had so selfishly and rudely tried to take when she knew to ask for permission. “You didn’t forget who is in charge here, did you?”

She shakes her head immediately. He smirks.

“Prove it,” He says. She’s backed up into the bed and her bottom thumps softly against the mattress as he reaches for her jaw; his thumb softly caresses her bottom lip. He hisses against her mouth,

“Tell me who you belong to.”

A whimper rips through her vocal cords; it inflates Crosshair’s ego far too much. Slowly, his hand treads down her body, barely grazing over her sides. He doesn’t break eye contact with her once. When she feels his hand reach the hem of her sleep shorts, she gulps and he smiles again.

“Already got you speechless?” He teases, hand slipping past her shorts easily and making contact with her skin. Her body is so warm, so soft compared to his brutish, calloused hands; especially the moment he reaches her panties and brushes over her clothed cunt. He groans softly at the effortlessly sweet and softness of her, and rubs up and down, from her entrance over her lips and stopping at her clit. So incredibly easy and unhurried, the noises that come out of her slow down by a marginal amount. He ducks down and nips her neck, continuing his ministrations with new fervor.

“Oh, Cross…” The words slip out laced with so much emotion he is certain it’s an accident.

“Hm?” He responds. His lips trail farther up and bite the shell of her ear softly. “Did you say something, dear?” He can’t help the smile that creeps up on his face as he continues. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Kriff,” She hisses through gritted teeth; her head falls back aggressively, staring up at the ceiling with her eyes scrunched. He takes the opportunity and attacks her neck with sloppy, wet kisses, sucking her skin into his mouth with the utmost concentration while she talks. “Y- you.”

He breaks away for a moment.

“What about me?” He prodes. When she groans, he holds back another smug face of victory. His thumb suddenly presses against her clit, and she yelps through her next words.

“I belong to– oh, you!”

He brings his head up and stares her down with victory.

“Took you long enough to respond,” He still manages to criticize.

She huffs but doesn’t budge an inch, waiting patiently for him to move first. His cock twitches at the sight.

“...Good girl,” He praises, before finally connecting their lips and pushing her down onto the bed.

Her body practically molds into the right spot on the mattress, and he finds the perfect place above her; they know each other so well, have taken so much time memorizing and getting lost in the touch of one another, they’ve become matching pieces. He can take her in any way imaginable and she’ll always melt to him like magma, take his body like a glove. An unmistakable shiver of pleasure races up his spine at the imagery.

His hand, rather abrupt and rough, pulls away from her cunt, now slowly dripping through the fabric of her panties. She whines involuntarily without the friction, the perfect motion helping her reach the heights of her pleasure, but he only shakes his head.

“Don’t be so needy,” Crosshair commands. Both of his hands hold her waist, and one lifts it off the mattress while the other slips down her sleep shorts, agonizingly slow as he savors every whimper, every breath she takes while he maintains strong eye contact. Once her panties are peeled off as well and discarded onto the floor, she automatically spreads her legs to make space for him to sink down. The site is incredibly satisfying; he’s conditioned her well to cater exactly to what he wants.

“I’m sorry,” She says, eyes glossy as she gulps and turns away. He quickly grips her chin and forcefully brings her face back to him.

“If you need me that much –” He criticizes. His other hand moves down her body again until it cups her soaking core and she lets out a breathy moan, resisting the urge in her to shut her eyes. “–you should stay quiet and let me give it to you.”

Her mouth falls open, but only another soft moan comes out as he slowly circles a finger around her entrance, gathering slick before slowly pushing a knuckle inside. He can see it so clearly all over her; he reads every action, every tiny response so easily.

“You understand?” He finishes his words with the tiniest thrust he could muster without giving her everything at once. She yelps and nods automatically, but takes a moment to respond; she doesn’t speak until her eyes are locked back onto him with the same intensity he holds.

“Yes, I understand.”

He grins and leans down.

“Sweet girl...”

Crosshair seals the words with a hard kiss, lips firm against her even when his tongue comes to swipe against her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and lets him enter, letting him dictate her movements as he rocks his clothed cock over her, making her keen into him. He pulls away and finishes his thought with a menacing, yet oddly loving glow in his eyes.

"You're such a doll."

Slowly, as a finger rocks into her heat, slowly massaging her walls and curling ever-so-slightly to hit deeper spots, his lips trail lower and lower; first her jaw, down to the side of her neck while the other hand holds her still. Her body shivers with every touch, every caress and grace of skin against hers. She wants more, wants everything he will give her, not just glimpses of a peak of bliss he's keeping her from. But she knows better; this is still Crosshair, after all.

Her skin vibrates when he whispers against her neck.

"A perfect little plaything."

She moans outwardly, unashamed of how much she loves his words. He chuckles.

"You like that, don't you?" He asks. The hand not deep in her cunt reaches for the hem of her shirt, slowly reaching his hands underneath her shirt. He eagerly kisses her belly, leisurely taking his time kissing each fold of her skin as he lifts her shirt off her body and leaves just her bra; but that doesn't stay on either. She sits up on her elbows, swiftly unclipping it and discarding it alongside the rest of her clothes. Left completely bare while he stands fully clothed seems to just rub something carnal inside of him. It's fiery hot in his lungs.

A second finger traces around the lips of her entrance and she sighs, eyes fluttering weakly when he pushes it in without much resistance. He curls them inside in a 'come hither' motion and leans in again, softly pecking a mark he'd left before.

"You like being my little toy, hm?" He continues, raspy and warm against her skin. She nods immediately. "You like sitting here and taking it like a good girl? My good girl?"

Her breath hitches in a sweet gasp; without thinking, he blesses her with more stimulation. He had long, elaborate plans of sexual torture until she is borderline insane with her cries and begs for mercy. But not even he, a man of perfect composure, can control himself around someone so enticing. He pulls his fingers away from her, and she yelps, but he shushes her and presses his body on top of her, even as he tugs his shirt above his head and unbuckles his pants.

He's silent; uncomfortably silent. They're both used to Crosshair running his mouth off, not stopping once to catch his breath as he gives her everything he has. But it's a space to breathe she'll take; once his pants and boxers are fully off, his hard cock skipping out and resting against his lower stomach, his hand is wrapped around the base, pumping it quickly to relieve some discomfort while he lines it up with her entrance, still leaking and clenching around nothing.

Crosshair groans when he sees the state he's left her in.

"Kriff, you make me crazy, you know that right?" He rasps. Her eyes widen and she stares at him; he looks at her and gawks, unimpressed by her surprise. "Don't act like you don't know."

His other hand slowly guides her to a more comfortable position, settling his knees around hers while slowly pumping the base.

"You and your perfect body..." He praises, menacing yet with admiration all the same. She bites her lip with an infectious grin, trying to hide her giddiness as he adjusts over her. Slowly, her guides his tip to her folds, softly rubbing up and down and spreading her apart. She sighs and leans her head back. "...Those pretty little noises. Keeps me up at night."

He can feel the little clench her pussy does around his tip when he begins to push in.

"Y-Yeah?" She stammers, gulping quickly. He pushed another inch in without much force and leans in closer, gripping her chin with his free hand to bring her eyes back down to him.

"Fuck yeah," He mutters. Slowly, their bodies connect, his hips hover over hers with impeccable control all while he tantalizes and teases her with his movements. She doesn't need this much prep, he knows; but he knows even better that treating her so delicately, like a precious thing that could break if he isn't careful makes her thighs clench hard and her teeth grit against each other. It's so greedy of him; he wants every little thing of her he can get. When he's finally sunk to the root, his words are almost overtaken by a guttural groan.

"I dream `bout this every night, doll."

Crosshair can see how her mouth opens to speak, but she can only let out a moan. His free hand lets go of her chin, gripping the sheets beside her chin roughly as he pushes in a little more, but there's nowhere else to go. She sighs, and Crosshair stills inside of her for a long moment, reveling in the tight squeeze she holds on his cock.

But eventually, he gives her what she wants; she gives her what they both want. He pulls out just a little, not enough to rob her completely of the feeling of fullness, and pushes back in roughly. There's no sugarcoating, no sweet words laced in; just the force and absolute power he gladly exerts over her body.

She cries out, and he nods approvingly, kissing the corner of her eye. He feels them flutter close against his lips.

"That's it," He praises, pulling out again. When he thrusts back in, he sets a rough pace, one slow and deep and one she knows will leave her devastated the morning after. She's keening against him, begging wordlessly through her hands clutching his shoulders. Ever light and feathery, her lips trail over the shell of his ear, down his face before stopping at his lips, breathing into him with heavy pants.

Her mouth opens when he thrusts down in a particular way, hitting her G-spot.

"Cross-!" She moans, cunt clenching in excitement. A shiver travels through his body with the cry and he drops his weight onto her. The rest of his movements are messy; he's getting close as well, and they both can feel it. Roughly, skin against skin without any coordination or cleanliness he fucks her rough and good. It's intoxicating, everything about it, everything about her.

"Are you-?" He begins, and if he were anyone else, it would sound as though he didn't know if she was close. But Crosshair knows damn well. He can get her to the edge so quickly it's uncanny.

"Yes-" Her entire body sighs with her as her chest rises and falls aggressively against his body. He peels himself off her skin, trailing his hand down to the back of her knee, and hitches it up. Slowly, he brings it higher and higher until he's able to hit a new spot inside of her that makes her fall apart.

"Please..." She begs. He looks down, eyebrows raised. She gazes back with wide eyes. "Please, can I cum?" Her body trembles as she finishes the sentence, another wave of pleasure running through her and her pussy involuntarily squeezes his member. It takes him far too much energy to keep his eyes open. It doesn't take him much to smirk though.

His free hand cups her cheek fondly.

"You're such a good girl," He praises, thrusting down into her, pelvis brushing against her clit. She chokes but doesn't speak a word. "Asking for permission."

She nods eagerly.

"Yes, yes I'm your good girl," She keeps going on and on, agreeing with everything he says, in hopes for the chance he graces her with an orgasm. "I'll be so good, I am so good... Oh-"

He pulls out rough and quick, but pushes in slowly, painstakingly grazing over her deepest spot, prolonging the feeling of pleasure while he rocks.

"Glad we both agree," He remarks smugly. His face sneaks up, resting the side of his head beside her ear, letting out the quietest moans of approval while he tucks a hair behind her ear. And the second she feels a finger barely grazing over the sweet, sensitive top of her clit, she knows what's the come.

"C'mon, babydoll," He rasps. His fingers press into her clit, the collected wetness of her making it easy for him to slide up and down before pressing hard again, and even adding an extra heavy thrust into her. "Cum for me."

That does it for her. Her head is thrown back and her eyes shut close as she lets out wanton moans, sinful chords deep from her throat erupting out of her like a dormant volcano. He sighs, trying to keep his pace, keep going and devastate her until she shakes, but his finish creeps up on him. His body shakes violently as thick ropes of his finish spill into her, and even as it continues, he slowly pulls out, watching it spill around her thighs.

When he looks up, she's entirely fucked out. Her chest rises and falls, breasts completely neglected in his own desperation to get inside of her, take her nice and good. But it's worth it if he gets to see the tears brimming her eyes, his cum slowly pooling by her cunt and soaking the bedsheets, before any other part is concerned. The back of his head-the lizard brain- itches pleasurably.

Those primal urges do lead to the filthiest nights.

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