#crosshair anon

[clone-anon]

Alrighty, the finale had me growing gray hairs, and I desperately need some fluff...

(Which you can take as long as you need to write it cause I'm sure we're all in the same boat processing this shit-)

Aaaaanywhoooo- it's Chopper (which, is it really a surprise by now??)

Could I possibly get a Crosshair x m!reader who are in a relationship who get a cute date on the beach? Swimming, hanging out, having a good time on Pabu? (We all know that boy needs a vacation)

I am still processing, but this is something I think I can write. As we all know, every clone is still alive on this blog and I have my thoughts about who is actually still alive in canon. That said, @chopper-base I hope you don't mind me replying here instead of an ask so people can see the prompt. I know the gif doesn't totally fit, but he is happy here as he deserves to be.

You watched Crosshair mess with this cybernetic hand at the breakfast table. Of course he knew you were watching. He still had tremors. Losing a hand didn't fix his mind and if anything the phantom pains made it worse.

You crawled on to his lap and gently took his hand in yours. He smiled at you cautiously, but trusted you. His wrist shook, but as you massaged his arm and silently invited him to take some deep breaths with you, it started to subside.

"We should get you some swim trunks," you suggested seemingly out of no where.

"Swim trunks?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Unless you want to go skinny dipping," you added with a grin.

"Maybe not on this particular island. Too many sets of eyes," he answered.

Crosshair had never seen or heard of swim trunks in his life until he met you. He had never gone swimming for fun. It was part of his training as a cadet, but he had never seen anyone just get in the water and play around until he saw you on the beach one day while taking a walk with Batcher.

You got up and took his hand in yours and walked to the shop. Pabu didn't have everything in the galaxy, but there was a nice variety of clothing and he felt heat run to his cheeks the moment you picked up what looked more like underwear than swim trunks.

"You could so pull these off," you said with a hopeful smile. Crosshair was tempted, but he already felt vulnerable enough with this missing hand. He instead decided on a pair of teal and orange trunks that ended about half way up his thigh. You stopped at home again to change and Crosshair decided to leave his cybernetic hand there. He wasn't sure how well the electric components would do in the salt water and he didn't want to be stressed about it. Batcher decided she wanted to come along. You covered each other in sunscreen, grabbed a shaved ice treat to share, and wandered down to your favorite swimming spot.

You got in the water and Batcher followed, splashing and barking. Crosshair couldn't help but smile. How did he get this lucky? He felt he was barely out of prison and he found a boyfriend. A partner, even. And when he came back with a hand missing you never thought less of him. In fact, you seemed more worried about how it would affect him. You held his wrist as if it didn't bother you.

"Come on!" you called.

He strode into the water and stood where you were treading. He was a bit taller than you were, but you used this to your advantage, leaned on him, and snaked your legs around his waist, drawing confidence out of him. He held you and walked further into the ocean until you were both drifting a bit, but not too far away. Batcher doggy-paddled past you as she tried chasing a school of fish and Crosshair laughed. Tears came to his eyes as he held you and watched her while laughing with his full chest. The damn had broken. All these things that were held in for so long came out in that one moment of seeing his dog's silliness and being with you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and spun you around in the water. It was a warm day and the first of many you spend at that spot. For the first time in his life, he was actually free and felt it.

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Heyo!!! It's Chopper (again. What can I say? I'm addicted to your writing)

Could you do a Crosshair x Male reader where the reader tries to top but gets too flustered so Crosshair takes over? (I don't know where this idea came from but I can't write sexy shit to save my fuckin life-😅)

Topping

Crosshair x M!Reader

Word Count: 1098

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiA, brief handjob, blowjob, kissing, reader gets flustered, dirty talk, some foreplay (story starts at the end of foreplay), aftercare

A/N: I'm glad you like my writing! I tried to follow the prompt. Established relationship, Crosshair knows what he wants and we love that for him, but he wants you to say what you want too. Definitely some soft!Crosshair here

You stood along the side of the bed and looked down at Crosshair. He let you take the lead for the first time and was more than happy to let you treat his body with affection. You took your time and tried to help both of you relax. It wasn’t that he insisted on being in charge, but you were comfortable as a bottom. 

He held his thighs up and grinned at you in anticipation. You swallowed as you gazed down at his form and rubbed circles around this hole with your thumb. You nearly shook, leaning forward and kissing his chest with the head of your cock pressed against his entrance. You hoped your nervousness didn’t show, but it never got passed his eyes. 

“Something wrong?” he asked. “You don’t like having me spread out for you?” he asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You know that’s not true,” you said, trying to control your breathing.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he said sincerely, trying to encourage you.

You wanted him, wanted to feel him and bury yourself inside him. You wanted to watch him sigh at the feeling the same way you felt when he was on top of you. You wanted to kiss his chest and hold him as you fucked, but somehow the words wouldn’t come out. 

“I… I want you.”

“You have me,” he replied, arching his hips in an effort to encourage you to press inside him.

Your eyes searched his. You weren’t exactly good at taking on this role, but didn’t want to let him down. Your hands ran over his thighs and rested on top of his hands. You felt stuck there like you couldn’t stop looking at him and couldn’t quite take the plunge.

Crosshair let go of his legs and sat up, resting on his elbows. He wordlessly reached forward and ran his fingers around your jaw and kissed your lips. He didn’t break eye contact and you smiled at him, feeling your heart swell. It wasn’t a scrutinizing look. He simply observed and tried to gauge what you both needed.

“Maybe I’m not good at this,” you whispered.

He shook his head, eyebrows knitting briefly. 

“Do you still want me?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” you countered.

“Do you want to be in charge or are you open to suggestions?” he asked.

“What do you suggest?” you replied.

“You just lie back and let me ride you.”

“Oh, I’s like that.”

“Good.”  He grinned. You laid back in bed and got comfortable. 

“Tell me what you want,” he said, looking at your now half-hard cock. He was clearly trying to talk you through it, but it eased your mind. He still wanted you. 

“S-suck,” was all you could get out but he happily obliged. He left little kisses along your hips before kissing his way from your base to tip. He took you in his mouth and started bobbing his head, using his lips to add suction in the way he knew you liked. You watched, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and not finish too quickly. Using his mouth was one of his many talents. It was even better to see him play with his balls while he pleasured you.

“That’s enough,” you said after several minutes.

“Nice and wet,” he said with a smirk. “Ready?”

You nodded. He was in charge at this point, but you didn’t mind. You took in his long form as he straddled your hips, took your length in his hand, lined himself up, and slowly sank onto you with a content sigh. He rested his hands on your chest and started to ride you. 

Your breathing came in heavy pants. He felt incredible and looked even better playing with his cock while he took you. He placed each hand on either side of your head, leaned down, and kissed you, slowing his movements enough to focus on capturing your lips. As you parted just enough to look up at him and before you could stop yourself, you uttered, “Let me,” and held his hips in place while slowly thrusting up into him. 

“Fuck,” was all you could say.

“Take what you want,” he muttered between low grunts at the sensation of your cock massaging him from inside. You found a steady pace and couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips. Crosshair adjusted his position and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his length rubbing along your abdomen as you continued to fuck him. Being enveloped in him while you continued to bury yourself in his asshole felt intoxicating. You held out for as long as you could, but remembered to take care of him, wanting to make sure he came first.

“Crosshair, I’m…” 

Just then he came, sputtering his cum between both your stomachs. He didn’t move his face from where he was nestled against you, but brought his hips lower so you could thrust deeper.  You moaned louder and finished inside him. 

Your arms snaked around him and held him close as both your bodies melted against each other, now spent. You played with his hair and kissed his forehead. He was usually the one holding you and it felt nice to switch it up. You wanted him to feel just as loved and cared for as he made you feel. 

“I’m sorry that didn’t go entirely as planned,” you said, eventually breaking the silence.

He shook his head and looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen.

“Don’t be sorry. It felt good.”  He searched your face and kissed your jawline before adding, “Don’t be afraid to say what you want either.”

“I just got a little flustered,” you said. 

“Did you have fun, though?” he asked, already sure he knew the answer.

“Yes,” you grinned, kissing him again and holding him a little closer. “I really enjoyed fucking your ass.”

“Mmm.” His lone vocal response was not unusual, but his expression said everything. He liked when you said exactly what you wanted. Crosshair was safe and loved you. He wanted you to feel good. 

“And I enjoyed being fucked in the ass by you,” he said, being sure to cause any uncertainty to vanish.

You reached for the towel on the nightstand and carefully cleaned you both up before saying, “I could go for a hot shower, actually.”

He got up and offered you a hand. A long shower proved to be the best way to wind down before falling back into bed together. 

Tagging: @chopper-base @staycalmandhugaclone @dukeoftheblackstar

[fives-girlfriend]

Crosshair was still thinking about you after you parted ways. He knew you were wrestling with some difficult feelings. He did, however, enjoy holding you. He didn't like that you were sad, but he did like feeling you close. Parting ways after such an experience was a challenge for him, but he couldn't hold up his brothers on a mission either. He made it a priority to check on you after he got back.

He wasn't gone for long, but it was longer than he'd like. On way to your place he noticed a vendor selling flowers. While he thought the gesture of purchasing flowers for someone was overrated, he decided to take a look. Toward the back of the vendor's stall he saw some paper flowers and decided to buy one. He wasn't sure if you were allergic anyway, so this seemed like a safer bet.

He found himself nervous as he knocked on your door, but smiled to himself when you opened the door.

"I wanted to see how you were," he said, holding out the flower.

You smiled. It was a simple gesture that said so much.

"I'm a little better." You tried smiling, but were smiling more at how he cared than anything else. You gestured for him to come in.

He didn't immediately make himself at home, but once you sat on the couch and offered a spot to him, he sat next to you. You twirled the flower in your fingers and placed it next to a keepsake on the end table. You leaned on his shoulder and he immediately moved to wrap an arm around you. You placed an arm around his waist and could hear his heartbeat as you moved to lean on his chest.

"Thank you for checking on me," you said.

"Any time," he replied, barely above a whisper. "I care about you."

You felt him squeeze you a little, adding emphasis to his statement. He held you. The sun set. You both fell asleep and he still held you.

,,,I never get flowers,,,

Well I guess I'm falling asleep tonight in Crosshair's arms, a-

[askthisfishprince]

wwantin Calamari shouldn't havve to be an underwwater fuckin brawwl wwith a damn Kracken any time I get a cravvin for somethin other than basic slop!

Damn stupid sea creatures makin my life harder!

(bonus doodle lol)

wworth it

[bruh-myguy-what]

Can I request Crosshair with "sorry, that was my first kiss." "i could tell." "...." "i'm kidding!" I don't imagine any of the Batch have ever kissed someone before. 🤭

Jealous Much?

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader Warnings: Massive fluff, Crosshair being a cutie pie and not understanding his own emotions because he's silly, light cursing, nothing other than that really Word Count: 2.2K Summary: After running into a "Reg" in the halls of Kamino, Crosshair hears something he doesn't like and it bothers him. A/N: I really liked this prompt for Cross and I've actually not written anything for him yet, so this was fun! Thanks for request precious anon! I hope it was what you were looking for when you sent in the request!

Requests are currently closed until I finish the ones I have in my inbox!

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"Mesh'la~" A clone trooper called after you with a smile, "Why don't you stop hanging out with those defective boys and come hang out with real men, huh? I know you miss me~" He teased, mirthfully, as he blew you a kiss.

While you found the trooper's antics amusing, evidently none of the other Batchers had. Crosshair hissed a snide "filthy reg" under his breath as he took your arm and positioned himself between you and the other man. Hunter rolled his eyes with an exhausted sigh, Echo shrugging when Tech looked between you and the other clone. "What precisely does he mean when he says 'I know you miss me'?"

You only chuckled and shook your head in reply but flinched a little when you met Crosshair's sharp eyes. "W-What?" Your voice was hushed as it passed through your lips, almost as if you were intimidated by him.

The sniper simply lifted a brow at you, the tattoo over his eye elongating. "You didn't answer Tech." He answered with his coiled voice, toothpick moving over his thin lips. Was he serious? Why did it even bother him? You knew very well he had more contempt for the regs than even the others did, but for him to care so much about why the other trooper mentioned you neglecting him was odd- even for Crosshair.

You shrugged unhurriedly, eyes wide, as if you'd been caught in a speeder's headlights. Glancing toward the others to see if they were as confused as you were, but instead noticed they were also staring at you- waiting for a response. Tech adjusted his goggles on his face while Hunter rested his weight onto one of his hips, arms crossing over his broad chest. Echo blinked at you, and Wrecker tilted his head curiously. "What, seriously?" Was all you could summon as you looked at them all in amazement. "Is it really that big of a deal to you guys?"

"Well," Tech began simply, glancing at Hunter, "yes."

"Seriously?!" You shot back, your voice filled with offense then huffing out loudly at their insanely meddlesome behavior.

"Seriously." Crosshair's whispery tone upset you and the glare you sent him scarcely made him shift. "So, are you going to keep us waiting...or?"

"For kriff sake..." You muttered as a hand ran across your face, bitterness lacing your breath. "Fine! I made out with him once while we were at 79s on shore leave, are you happy now?" Your answer stunned them and they once again shared of look amongst themselves. "Stars. Karking fools, not everything is your business." Breathing out an annoyed sigh, you forced past them and fled into your bunk room.

"It would seem we have upset her," Tech noted after a beat of silence, to which both Hunter and Echo gave him a disapproving glance. "What? I am not incorrect. I am merely stating a factual examination as I have observed the situation."

"Stow it, Tech." Echo growled with a fatigued voice, pushing past him as they all began striding back to their own shared bunk room. Crosshair, however, lingered; eyes still eyeing where you had disappeared further down the hall. Why was it bugging him so badly to know that you had kissed that reg? It felt like gnawing in his chest like a wild nexu was bitting him.

He loathed it.

Why wouldn't it go away?

"Cross?" Hunter's deep voice broke the taller clone out of his thoughts and he looked over at his brother who was standing in the doorway. "You coming?" He questioned, a raise to his brow as he scrutinized him.

Nodding, Crosshair joined the others in the room with a faint 'yeah' and flicked his toothpick aside.

The night went on without much more discourse about your "adventure" with the reg but Crosshair couldn't get the idea out of his head and he was increasingly becoming cranky. Far more cranky than usual. The trooper was practically seething at one point while taking apart his rifle for the fourth time, griping to himself and shoving the pieces together sharply. "Any harder and I think you'll bust it, Cross." Echo comments, stepping over to his bunk to lie down.

"Shut up." The sniper hissed grouchily, driving a piece together especially hard and pinching his finger. He cursed under his breath spitting out his toothpick and placing his finger in his mouth to numb the ache.

Hunter chuckled at the exchange, "Listen, if you're so bothered by her kissing that reg, why don't you go make up for lost time and stop making the air so sticky with your angst." The man lounged in his own bunk, twirling his vibroblade around nimbly.

Crosshair prickled at the remark and turned to look at Hunter with a dangerous glare. "What do you mean by that?" His voice was low and lethal as he spoke, daring his brother to repeat himself.

"I believe you heard him well enough, did you not?" Tech piped up from his workbench, accommodating his goggles to look over at Crosshair. "However, if you were not clear on his meaning, he was proposing that you go and kiss her to make your intentions apparent."

Crosshair's nasty glower slowly landed on his intelligent brother and narrowed even further, his brow now raising in challenge. "What in the galaxy are you idiots going on about?"

"Well, you want to kiss her, don't ya?" Wrecker chimed in with a careful voice, making sure he was following the conversation correctly. Echo suppressed a laugh at Crosshair's dumbfounded expression at his larger brother.

"Of course, he does, Wrecker," Tech replied in Crosshair's stead with a matter-of-fact tone, restarting his work on whatever gadget sat in front of him.

Crosshair growled, stood up from the crate he was sulking on and lurked out of the bunk room into the hallway. Gritting the toothpick between his teeth, he groused to himself again, brown eyes traveling in the direction of your door. Hunter's comments persisted in his mind about going to you and...

But Crosshair barely considered the thought and waved his hand in the air as if he could swat away the notion. There wasn't any way in all the galaxy he was going to show up at your door like some loser with a crush.

The tall sniper rolls his eyes and then blinks in shock as he finds himself in front of a door. Your door. "What the hell?" He murmured to himself in bewilderment, eyes narrowed as if the door could give him an explanation.

He stood there for a surprisingly long time, debating with himself mentally; attempting to figure out what to do. Knocking on the door would require him to follow through with something he could easily make a fool of himself with, or...he could turn away and continue to seeth in jealousy over you being with other men.

Jealousy?

Wait...

That had just struck Crosshair.

It was the first time the idea of him being jealous truly passed his thoughts, though it made sense...the sentiment lingering in his chest corresponding to the word flawlessly.

He was jealous.

Aggravatingly so.

He hated to admit it. The thought made him feel...vulnerable; as if you have power over him in some way. But if he considered it in more depth, you did. Secretly he had been admiring you for months, amazed at how you took his brazen nature in stride and followed thoroughly alongside his banter. It startled him, pleasantly, when you first quipped back at him so effortlessly- his brothers typically being the only ones able to handle their comebacks well enough to leave him in silence. However, within weeks with the group you had smoothly grinned at him and shot back as if his offensive mood hadn't phased you in the least. He'd found himself gravitating toward you after that, interested in why you were able to tolerate him so well, wondering if he could push you further or cross a line that would make you furious; to which he uncovered nothing. The only thing he'd encountered was your gentle nature, sparked by sass and a smirk that made his heart race.

A whooshing sound startled him back to the present and he was met with your face. "What the hell are you doing out here, Crosshair?" You asked with a bothered expression.

Apparently the decision had been made for him. He was fully aware that if he turned around now he'd never live it down and would seem like a coward. He'd also have to deal with hearing about you kissing other regs which irked him even more than the idea of his brothers teasing him for being a wuss. So he rested his weight on one of his hips and smirked at you, flicking his toothpick past you. "You seemed annoyed back there, sunshine." He chose to go the route of antagonizing you, his more preferred form of communication; especially when breaching a matter he felt out of his depths to manage.

You rolled your eyes, infuriated. "That's because you and your idiot brothers were being assholes. It's none of your business what I do in my free time."

"What if I want it to be?" Crosshair heard himself speak before he could stop it but he chose to remain steadfast in the face of your changing expression.

Your raised brow and slow hand gestures implored him to continue as if what he said was unfinished. "And so what if you did want that? I'm not your-" Then it hit you and a blush rushed over your cheeks.

The clone stood there and he could feel his hands trembling, uncharacteristically. He wasn't predisposed to anxiety, none of his brothers were, but now he felt as if his heart were going to leap out his chest and through his armor directly into your hands. Silence continued to linger between the two of you with only the narrowing of Crosshair's eyes as a reaction.

"You..."

"Don't flatter yourself too much." Crosshair interrupts with a roll of his eyes, trying to fight off the embarrassment that started to creep up his own cheeks.

A smile began to form on your face, much to his dismay. "Crosshair...are you saying you're...jealous of that reg?" You were testing your luck and you knew it, he was never this clumsy in conversation with you but you couldn't help yourself when you caught the reddening of his cheeks.

"Stow it or I'll walk away right now." He hissed hatefully and crossed his arms over his chest, making no effort to move. While Crosshair despised the feeling of floundering he felt in the moment, he also found it...exciting. He was caught desperate and nervous in the sight of someone he cared for and your smile was stunning.

You chuckled at his expression, his face turning away from you to look down the hall where he'd come from. "You are jealous!" The triumph on your face was simultaneously aggravating and charming to the sniper, his trained eye taking in every detail even from his side glance. "I can't believe you're jealous because I kissed some reg, what are you a school girl? Little Crosshair feeling jealous because I kissed someone el-"

Your taunting was cut off quickly by the taller man as he covered your mouth with his; your eyes blowing wide. It was inelegant, awkward, and hurried but filled with an unexpected sweetness. You could feel his hands shaking as they held your face gently, his eyes squeezed shut. Scarcely given the chance to kiss him back before he pulled away, you grumbled in disappointment.

Crosshair stepped back out of your personal space with a dark blush across his cheeks, avoiding your eyes as he cleared his throat. He'd never felt so overwhelmed by emotion in all of his life and for him to act upon them in such a physical way left him tense.

"Crosshair..." You whispered his name with a grin, blinking a few times to make sure you were still in reality, not one of your many dreams. He peeked up at you momentarily and you could tell he would rather be shot by a blaster bolt than acknowledge that he'd just kissed you but you disregarded the look and stepped back up to him. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to kiss properly if you're going to want to keep doing that, ya know?" You teased softly.

Crosshair still denied any eye contact with you, missing the sweet expression on your face. "Th-That was my first kiss, so I don't know what you expected." His voice came out hastily by the end and had a bite to it, but you only chuckled at his shy behavior and kissed his cheek.

"I could tell." You joked lightly, a wise grin on your face.

Crosshair whipped his head to look at you, his glare fierce at your comment; which is what you had anticipated. You smiled up at him warmly and his heart leapt at the sight. Turning away from your captivating expression quickly, you hug him, resting your head against his chest plate.

"Wait! I'm sorry! I was just kidding!" You laughed at his pouting, knowing that you'd never let him live down the shade of red his face had gotten; even if just between the two of you.

[clone-anon]

Many thanks to the other anon who sent this. I thought I'd share it here.

(I found this letter in my mailbox and was asked to pass it along to you *shrugs*)

Hi, it’s @clone-anon’s secretary.

Crosshair knew how much stress you had been going through the last number of months—the mind-numbing pain, the numerous doctors visits, the frustrations at the incompetence of doctors who didn’t listen and trying to find ones who did, and the complexity of navigating insurance and prescriptions and everything else on your plate. He had sat beside you, quietly holding your hand while you waited for them to take you back for surgery this morning. You were scared of how much pain you could potentially be in, even with the medication that you had been able to pick up from the pharmacy earlier in the week.

“I’ll be here the whole time, mesh’la, I’m not leaving you,” he muttered quietly, pressing his lips into your hair.

Once it was all over, his hand never leaving yours, he wiped the tears from your cheeks and whispered into your ear how proud he was of you, how well you had done, and that it was over and you made it through. “I don’t know anyone half as strong as you, kitten. You did so well. Are you ready to go home?”

You nodded, exhausted but happy to be one step further in getting better and putting this behind you. Once it looked like you could stand on your own, he maneuvered you to the car, his arm encircled around your waist to keep you stable, narrowing his eyes at you as you smiled at him and told him you were feeling a little better.

Once you were home, Crosshair immediately tucked you under a blanket on the couch, and before you could blink, he had left the room and returned with a basket full of painkillers, a heating pad, a mug of hot tea, and some crackers. He carefully shifted you so that you could lay back against his chest and he began rubbing slow, soothing circles over your arms.

“Just relax and get some sleep. I’ve got everything you need here.” You tried to turn to look at him but he held you fast, smoothing your hair with his palm. “The second you need something just tell me and I’ll get it for you. Try and sleep now, your body needs the rest. I’m right here.”

You nodded, already feeling your eyes close after the long day you’d had. Feeling Crosshair’s arms around you made you feel safe and loved and the thoughts swirling through your head began to slow just a little. While it might take some time to see what steps were needed next for your health, you were beyond relieved that this one was finally over. You slowly let yourself drift off to sleep, anchored by the man you loved. As long as you woke up beside him, you knew everything would be okay.

Listen I don't know who you are, but this was so nice to find.

The amount of love and support that so many people have poured out over this platform has me in tears. I am so moved. Listen I'm hugging you all in my heart.

When I got home my husband put me to bed and is currently out getting us dinner so we can have a quiet night in. I still feel crummy, but this was like getting a nice weighted blanket. 🥹💜

[clone-anon]

CROSSHAIR IN SEAON 3 IM ACTUALLY SO DEAD WE GOT BIG BROTHER CROSS

I thought we would get some big brother Crosshair content this season, but I am thrilled we are getting much more than I could have hoped for!

Here's a little blurb with big brother Crosshair x Pabu kid.

Crosshair noticed every time you helped someone around the island. Someone was down and needed company? You were there. Someone needed a babysitter? You were there, making sure the parents could get some away time. Someone needed help moving crates? You were the first to volunteer with as much gusto as Wrecker, despite your smaller size.

He sat under a tree, leaning against a wall, arms and ankles crossed with his eyes closed. You walked by on your way home. It'd been a long day trying to find something to do, or if someone needed help.

"You don't have to do everything for everyone, you know." It was more than you'd ever heard him say.

"I know," you replied. You searched him, but it took a moment for him to open his eyes and look at you. He nodded to the empty space on the bench next to him and you sat down.

"You're still a kid," he said.

"From what I understand, you never got to be a kid. What do you know about it?"

Crosshair looked a little hurt, despite your question being steeped in genuine curiosity.

"You should get to be a kid."

"I didn't mean to upset you," you replied.

He shook his head in understanding and his eyes softly regarded you. You thought for a moment before responding.

"I guess I just want to be useful. I don't really have anyone anymore and want to do my part now that I'm in this community."

"You don't have to prove your usefulness," he said. It was a lesson he was having to learn himself.

The next morning he, Omega, and Batcher showed up at the home you shared with some other refugees. Crosshair smiled and nodded toward the beach. Omega packed some food and it was going to be a beach day. Naps in a hammock, wading in tide pools, swimming, and playing. Even Crosshair got in on the playing, splashing and pretending to be overly irritated when splashed. It was the first of many days with your new siblings. Sometimes, working could wait.

[clone-anon-after-dark]

May I request a Crosshair x Transmale reader? And have Crosshair call him a good boy? I would forever be in your debt-

Reconnecting (Crosshair x Trans Male Reader)

Word Count: 1251

Warnings: NSFW, minors go away, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected PIV or PIA (kept that vague), some aftercare, use of “good boy”

A/N: established relationship, I wanted this to be sweet but also still Crosshair, so you’re getting some soft!Crosshair.

Hi Anon! I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for. I went with established relationship sweetness.

You rushed home to find Crosshair was in the fresher. The shower was on full blast and you smiled to yourself. He’d let himself in, as was now his habit when he returned from a mission.  You threw your shoes and socks off and sat on the bed, waiting for him.  You knew he was in a good mood. You hadn’t even seen him yet, but you felt it.  Maybe it was the playful comm message he’d left the night before or simply that you missed being enveloped in his limbs as you both dozed. 

You heard the water turn off and your heart sped up. About a minute later he came out with his favorite black towel wrapped around his waist. He smelled like his favorite shampoo. Lavender and pine. He stopped in the doorway and grinned at you. There was a comfort in his features. You read his face better than anyone at this point. His smile was small, but almost soft. Content. His eyes showed both love and lust. He walked over to where you sat on the bed.

“I missed you,” you said quietly as he sat next to you. He studied your face, making sure he remembered every feature, before kissing your lips. 

“I missed you too,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “More than you know.”

You couldn’t deny that you wanted him and he knew it. The feeling was mutual and you added, “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

“Mm, gladly. But first how about we get this off?” He kissed your cheek as he tugged on your shirt.  You pulled it over your head and let your trousers fall to the ground.  Standing in front of him, he greedily took in your form, eyes filled with admiration.  You bent down a bit to kiss him, teasing his lower lip with your tongue before leaving little kisses along his jawline. His hands traced circles on your back before resting on your ass. He moaned as he gave your bum a little squeeze.  You pulled away to kiss a trail down his chest and torso.  You grinned at the way his cock twitched under the towel.  He nodded his permission and you loosed the towel, letting it fall to the side as you kneeled in front of him.  You ran your hands and up and his thighs, loving the sensation and enjoying the feeling of their strength. He was so close to calling you a tease when you grasped his cock and started sucking on the head. 

“Gah!” He gasped at the sensation, sending shivers throughout his body. How he missed you when he was away.  He leaned back a little, one hand resting on your head.  He never pushed, but you felt a neediness he would never vocalize.  You licked his cock from base to tip several times before taking in as much as you could. You held him near the back of your mouth and worked your tongue from side to side while humming.

“Good boy,” he said, staring down at you and you made a meal out of him.  Your heartbeat sped up and started bobbing your head.  He enjoyed the sensations another minute before resting his hands on your shoulders. 

“That’s enough for now,” he said through a shuddered breath, “I need to stay ready for the main event. Your turn.”

You grinned at him and helped you up. He kissed you and again you inhaled his scent mixed with the euphoria of the moment.  He helped you out of the rest of your clothes.  He could be a fast mover if he wanted to, but he was clearly savoring things today. He kissed and sucked your neck just enough to make you whine.

He looked at you, clearly having thought about this for a good while, and said, “I’m going to give you the same treatment you just gave me and I want you to lay still.”  You were already feeling waves of heat radiating throughout your body, but something about his explicit instructions always sent a jolt through your chest.  You nodded and he kissed your lips.  It wasn’t demanding, but firm and confident.  He made his way down your body and ghosted his hand between your legs. You felt his presence even if he wasn’t directly touching you. Your body responded, wanting the contact. He started with kisses and smiled up at you, seeing how much your body was already reacting.  He started licking slowly, sucking you into his mouth, and trying to draw out the sensation. His tongue added the perfect amount of pressure and it was all you could do to lay there as he feasted.  You moaned and he held on to your hips, humming as he continued to elicit pleasure from you. Your hands rested on his own.  You looked down at him and your heart leapt.  He took in your entire form. This man with more than perfect eyesight saw every bit of you and loved it all.  

“Come here,” you managed. “I want you.”

A proud smile tugged at the side of his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.  He crawled back up along your body and settled his hips between your legs.  He kissed you deeply and his digits made sure everything was plenty wet. 

“I’m ready,” you said, “Been ready.”  

He gazed into your eyes as he sank into you with a little groan.  He started thrusting slowly, but as your hips arched toward his, he sank in further and picked up the pace.  You clung to his shoulders and you panted his name.

Crosshair buried his face in your neck and with a controlled gasp let out, “Good boy. So good for me.”  The perfect friction between your bodies sent heat all the way to your fingers and toes. You clenched your muscles around his cock and he reached down to stroke you.  His talented movements brought you to the brink, nearly making you dizzy.  No sooner had you recognized this feeling and Crosshair’s arms held you a little closer.

“I’ve got you,” he said as he slowed the pace.  You cried out his name as your climax overtook you, waves of pleasure lapping from your core outward.  He gently worked you through your orgasm.  As your body started to relax, you held him, feeling him stiffen in pleasure.  You squeezed his bum, pulling him just a little bit closer, making him grunt all the more as he came buried inside you.

He laid on you as you both settled down from your highs.  He kept his face nestled in the crook of your neck.  He felt amazing even now. You kissed his forehead and held him.  He looked up at you and smiled almost shyly.  Holding you, he carefully rolled over, pulling you next to him.  You could swear his face was flush and not just from the sex.  There was a vulnerability he couldn’t quite express in words.

“I love you, Crosshair.”

He smiled shyly again and quietly replied, “I love you too.”  He kissed your lips and then your temple, holding you like he never wanted to let go. He rubbed your back and you both laid there quietly for a few minutes.  He reached for his forgotten towel and cleaned you both off.  As usual, you eventually threw on some comfortable clothes and both settled on the couch, looking to reconnect in more ways than one.

Tagging: @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

[fives-girlfriend]

You sat in one of your usual spots, thoughts swirling through your brain and unsure of how to put things in words. You weren't having a terrible day, but your mind kept going back and forth on various things, mulling them over, and it had worn you out. The scenary in this spot on your favorite bench brought you comfort and you let a sense of calm wash over you.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Crosshair approaching. You weren't expecting to see him yet for a few days. He looked a little nervous and you offered him a small smile.

You inquired as to whether he needed anything from you. You were trying to be helpful and knew what a rarity it was for him to seek someone over solitude.

He shook his head and sat next to you. You tried to study his face and he seemed a little unsure, but still trying to put up something of a steely front. He hadn't been sleeping well, but you didn't want to bring that up if he didn't want to.

He looked at his hands and quietly said, "I feel better being with you."

You took in the information. So he did need something. He needed you. He had his brothers and his sister, but right now he just wanted to be with you. You opened your arms and to your surprise, he laid down and rested his head in your lap, looking up at you. You smiled down at him, holding his hand with your own and running your other hand through his hair. He closed his eyes. You felt him take deep breaths in and out. He kept his eyes closed, but you'd learned he sometimes did that to block out all he could see and ground himself when he was with you. You smiled when he leaned his head a little toward you and softly sighed, resting his face on your middle.

"You're so perfectly good to me," he said. "I hope I can be half as good to you."

Your face contorted as you remembered all the sweet gestures and moments with him. He made you feel seen and important. He insisted you were. You squeezed his hand lovingly.

"Believe me, it's more than half," you said playfully, feeling him smile against you.

Ohhhhhhh my goodness Crosshair my love...

Does he know how much he's loved? Does he know how much I would do for him? Does he know I would pluck every star from the sky just to make him happy, just to see him safe, does he know-

[starfleetspectre]

Do you watch the bad batch? Anything bad batch please🫶 I love your art🥹

thirst trap(even though you didn't say thirst trap in the request)incoming

here you go anon

[neon-junkie]

Crosshair is a secret virgin. I believe he has severe anxiety (THE TOOTHPICK) and while he can mask it socially, when someone actually makes a move on him, his anxiety shoots through the roof and he needs to get out of the situation. It's not that he doesn't want to get with someone, physically or romantically, but he doesn't know how to cope with his anxiety and the rest of the Batch has finally started planning an intervention. They know he's having a really hard time with it and he may hide it well from others, but they know him best and they can see the littler things that signal when he's having a flare up in his anxiety

I love writing Crosshair in two different ways:

Experienced. Sexually active. One night stand kinda guy. Rejects relationships and attachments, but will cave for the right person.

Virgin. Watches porn, but is terrified of intimacy due to anxiety and trust issues. Hasn't even had his first kiss. The only virgin of the Batch.

I feel like both versions can be plausible, so I'll pick a version depending on the style of fic that I'm writing. I tend to go for ver.1, but very.2 is also rather fun!!!

[cloned-eyes]

No thots- i mean thoughts

uncensored

Edit: ao3 no longer exists

[clone-anon]

❤️ I wish you better work days, but maybe the thought of this could help with the bad ones.

Hi it's @clone-anon

Crosshair didn't normally stop by your job. He didn't want to be around people for the most part. For some reason, today was different. He was only going to stop by for a few minutes, but found you trying your hardest to communicate. You were so ready to be done. You turned around and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him.

Hi, he signed. You walked up to him with your arms out and he pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead

Have to get out of here, you signed. He nodded.

"Oh no," he said a little too loudly. "Your shift isn't over yet, but I feel absolutely dreadful. You have to come home. I need you."

The other employees looked up from what they were doing, two of them raising their eyebrows, but saying nothing. You approached your boss and pieced together enough information to get the message across. Your boyfriend was sick and needed you. You looked very serious, trying to be convincing. You actually did look like you needed to leave. You were stressed and overwhelmed, but that never seemed like a good enough reason to managers the world over. Behind you, Crosshair started coughing pretty realistically for emphasis and your boss nodded.

You tried to keep yourself from running out of the place, but walked up to Crosshair, grabbed his hand and hurried out.

Thank you, you signed.

Any time, he replied.

You immediately felt better as you headed home. No more radios for today and Crosshair was more than happy to sign or lay around with you saying nothing.

Fuck, this is exactly what I needed💕 I wish this was what actually happened😭

Thank you so much! Your writing always beings me so much joy

[wolveria]

Ok I’m starting to panic about the show being over 😭

Crosshunt is a smallish ship (thanks to the haters scaring off so many people) and I’m so scared there won’t be much more fanfic for them in the future 💔💔💔

In my experience, a lot of the good fan creation happens after canon is over (and we don't know if we'll never see them again, Star Wars loves to reuse their characters in other shows).

So I think Crosshunt will flourish! Just look at the fic numbers. Post-season 1, there were about 30 Crosshunt fics on AO3. Now there's over 170.

Cloneshippers especially will stay and make clone art/fic/meta long after other fans have left, especially the antis. Hatred doesn't having staying power. Love does.

[papanowo]

I love the way you draw Crosshair’s hair but like- how do you draw him post chip removal?

this is moreso his season 2 look cus i think him being on kamino the whole month made him grow his hair out [i cannot draw bald people if i can help it]

[merryspark]

Could you PLEASE draw Bee-former Crosshairs give Drift a kiss on the Cheek? xD

I really wanna see his reaction!

Oi, Dearest Anon!

Ooooofffff COURSE! I loved this ask too!

Actually I love to draw the Beez! :)

Aaaaaaannnnd some bonus scene just for You 🩵💚🖤💛💙🩷:

I hope you liked it! 💚🩵💙💛🖤

Thank you so much for the ask again, and apologies for making You wait too! 🫶💔 It's really a shame, but I tried to make up for it...uwu

(Also huge sorry for the grammatical mistakes i saw them too late... My english became a little rusty, lol!)