#crosswhore

[tinywitchgoblin]

Good, Bad

Hunter x fem!reader x Crosshair, use of she/her but no use of y/n

Summary: nasty smut with Crosshair and Hunter (plot? who’s she?)

Word count: 3.3k (oops)

Warnings: smut MINORS GTFO, threesome (mmf) NO CLONECEST, unprotected piv sex (wrap it up in real life y’all), mention/use of sex toys and handcuffs, lots of degradation, also lots of praise, honorifics (sir), use of safewords, Tech makes sex toys, edging, face fucking/riding, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, creampies, choking, overstimulation, I think that’s it??

a/n: I rb’d this post ⬇️ with these tags and got an anon ask to write the fic so here we are!!

a/n 2: this is my first time writing explicitly kink stuff, so if I messed anything big up, please let me know. I did some research, but there’s a possibility that I missed something

What you had with Hunter and Crosshair didn’t really have a label. It wasn’t quite friends with benefits, given that you were exclusive, but you weren’t quite dating, either. What wasn’t ambiguous, however, was that the sex was top-tier. The two of them had lots of experience, and they sure put it to good use. They took you individually, together, in the bedroom, in the closet, in the shower, you name it. This dynamic gave new meaning to the concept of “variety is the spice of life,” and tonight, things were gonna get spicy.

So that’s how you found yourself in your room with the guys, Hunter stood behind you rubbing your shoulders to ease the tension there while Crosshair got things prepared. He’d grabbed lube, a couple of toys, a waterproof blanket for the bed, some water bottles, a couple of toys, and some other supplies to use throughout the evening. 

“You sure you’re up for this mesh’la?” Hunter inquired, always intent on making sure you gave consent. One of his favorite things was asking for your consent enough times to the point where you’d beg for him to fuck you- and he loved every bit of it. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” you affirmed. 

“You remember the safeword system?” Crosshair questioned. 

“Yes, I remember,” you reassured. 

“Then say it back to us. We want to make sure everyone is on the same page, and that we keep you safe,” Hunter asserted. You turned around to look him in the eyes before responding, “Green means ‘keep going’, yellow means ‘slow down’ or ‘proceed with caution’, red means ‘pause’, and black means we’re done for the evening,” you recited. “And I’m green right now; all set to go.”

“Well done, mesh’la, I’m so proud of you,” Hunter murmured, nuzzling into your neck. “So good at being good.”

“There’s no way this little slut would forget the system,” Crosshair whispered from behind you, turning your face towards him before continuing, “We couldn’t fuck it out of her even if we tried. Little cockwhore needs to be filled, and she knows she needs the safewords in order to get what she wants.” 

You let out a little whimper- so that’s the chosen dynamic for tonight. Hunter fed your praise kink, while Crosshair took hold of your need to be degraded. You lovingly referred to it as the ‘good cock, bad cock’ routine. “So… what are things looking like for tonight?”

“You see those toys over there?” Hunter indicated over to the dresser where Crosshair’s little ‘assistants’ for the evening were displayed. “Crosshair is gonna use these on you, and you’re gonna follow his directions exactly. When you do, I get to reward you. Deal?” 

“If she’s good,” Crosshair corrected. “Sometimes the little slut can’t help but break the rules. And if that happens… no reward.”

“She’ll be good,” Hunter asserted. Turning to you, he asked, “Isn’t that right, mesh’la?”

“Yes sir, I’ll be good,” you assured. Hunter gave his brother a knowing look, to which Crosshair gave his usual scowl. 

“Get on the bed, little cumslut,” Crosshair demanded, to which you gave a quiet “yes, sir,”

Crosshair led you over to the bed, grabbing a pair of cuffs on the way. They’d been specially made by Tech for these sorts of situations. In fact, all of the toys on display were ones Tech had made. His were better than any you’d been able to find at a store or online, so they showed up pretty regularly during scenes that involved toys. Holding up the cuffs, he asked, “What color?”

“Green,” you replied, holding your wrists to the bed frame where you knew he’d ask you to put them.

“Good girl, knowing exactly what to do,” Hunter praised, laying down next to you and brushing a hand over your cheek. 

“You give her too much credit, she’s doing exactly what I fucking told her to,” Crosshair retorted. “Little bitch knows I expect nothing less. Isn’t that right, naughty girl?”

“Yes sir,” you responded, but that wasn’t enough.

“Yes sir, what?” Crosshair demanded. 

“Yes sir, I did what you told me to,” you repeated. Hunter decided to stay quiet for the moment, letting Crosshair do as he pleased. Crosshair got up and walked back over to the dresser, looking down at his options for how to proceed. He definitely wanted to use the wand at some point; you always looked so pitiful when edged for long enough, plus hearing you beg to be allowed to cum turned him on like nothing else. He also considered using the buttplug, but that wasn’t the highest thing on his list of priorities at the moment. Browsing over the other options, he grabbed the wand and the lube, figuring he could come back and reevaluate later. 

Meanwhile, Hunter had tilted your face towards him, kissing you gently. As he did so, one of his hands went from holding your face to massaging a breast, earning a moan, which he swallowed eagerly. Noticing that Crosshair was ready to continue, he pulled away, but stayed within arm’s reach to give you support. 

“Color?” Crosshair asked. 

“Green,” you gave, a bit more breathless than before. Hunter’s kisses always did that to you. 

“This is what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to use this wand on you, and you’re not allowed to come. If you do, I’m going to use the cane on you, and for each second of your orgasm, you will receive one hit to the ass. Repeat back to me what I said.”

“You’re going to use the wand on me and edge me. If I come, I get one hit to the ass with the cane for each second of my orgasm.”

Without another word, Crosshair settled between your legs, squirting a bit of lube onto his hands and the wand before turning it on. He dragged it up the inside of your left thigh, watching you squirm, desperately trying to get some sort of friction. Putting down the wand and grabbing your legs, Crosshair forced them open even more. “Keep your legs open, little slut. I’ve seen you do it before, don’t be lazy.”

“You can keep those pretty legs of yours open, right, baby?” Hunter chimed in, brushing a stray hair out of your face. 

“Yes, sirs,” you affirmed, focusing on keeping your legs open and ready as Crosshair kept teasing you with the toy. He would bring it closer to your aching cunt before moving it away. You knew he loved teasing you like this; you also knew he could take his sweet time when he wanted to. Thankfully, he was feeling a bit impatient tonight. 

When he moved the toy to where you needed it most, your body jerked, trying to get more. A strong smack to the thigh told you to keep still as he ghosted the wand over your clit. You focused all of your energy on staying still and keeping your legs open, but it was getting increasingly difficult as Crosshair applied more pressure with the wand. The whole time, you could feel Hunter’s presence next to you, and at one point, he brought one of his hands up to hold yours where they were bound to the bed frame. 

As you felt yourself approaching the precipice, Crosshair pulled the toy away and sat there for a moment, watching your cunt spasm around nothing, longing to be filled. But he wasn’t about to let you get what you wanted so easily. 

“That was me going easy on you,” Crosshair divulged. “It only gets more difficult from here, and remember what I told you would happen if you come before I give you permission. No, tell me what happens if you come early.”

“If I come, I get one hit to the ass with the cane for each second of my orgasm,” you remembered. With a single nod, Crosshair redirected his attention to your pussy, reacquainting it with the wand. Tired from your first edge, your control over your body was slipping, and you felt your orgasm nearing once again. This time, Crosshair kept the wand on for longer, and you had to muster all of your energy to keep from coming. 

Finally, he pulled away, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Looking over towards Hunter, you saw he’d started palming himself, patiently waiting for the show to continue. When he saw you looking at him, he asked, “Think you could help me out with this, mesh’la?”

“How can I help?” you asked, glancing up at your still-bound hands. 

“Let me ride that pretty face of yours. Your mouth always feels so good, and it’ll give you something to concentrate on while Cross is edging you,” he clarified, looking over to Crosshair to make sure he was okay with that idea. With a nod, he looked back to you, he asked, “Is that okay with you? What color?”

“Green,” you responded, looking forward to having Hunter’s cock down your throat. 

“What is Hunter about to do to you, cockslut? Say it back to us,” Crosshair demanded. 

“He’s gonna ride my face and fuck my mouth, use me how he wants,” you whispered, looking over as Hunter climbed over your face. 

“Such a good girl,” Hunter moaned, and without another word, he sunk into your awaiting mouth, grabbing onto the bed frame for balance. Crosshair placed the wand back on your clit, and you moaned around Hunter’s cock as he bottomed out. He held still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of your throat, while you tried to focus on breathing through your nose. He was big, and it had taken a while to train you to be able to take all of him. He moved his hands so that they were holding yours, while still maintaining his balance. 

Crosshair kept his attention trained on edging you a third time. Hunter was right- this time, you were able to concentrate on sucking Hunter off, so you had something to focus your attention on instead of just the sensation from the wand between your legs. Hunter pulled out a bit before pushing back in, content with fucking your mouth nice and slow for the moment. 

As you approached your orgasm a third time, Crosshair sped the motions with the wand, forcing you to choke on Hunter, who only fucked your throat faster in response. As you held your orgasm off the best you could, he pushed into you as far as he could and spilled his cum down your throat. Finally, Crosshair relented, pulling the toy away as Hunter pulled out of your mouth. 

“Color?” Hunter checked. 

“Red. I need some water,” you admitted. Crosshair got off the bed and grabbed one of the water bottles as Hunter climbed off of you and whispered, “You did so, so well, mesh’la. I’m so proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself, too,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you. 

Crosshair brought the water over and you opened your mouth for him to pour some water into. You drank deeply, not realizing how thirsty you actually were. 

“How're you feeling now? What’re you thinking?” Hunter questioned. You took a minute to respond before admitting, “I don’t think I can take any more edges.” You looked over at Crosshair before continuing, “I’m sorry, I wish I could do more.”

“Maybe another night,” Crosshair conceded. “You know your limits, and I won’t cross a boundary. Time to move on?” You nodded in response. Hunter kissed your forehead and added, “You’re doing so well. Your body can only take so much, and you were good for communicating your needs to us. You have nothing to apologize for.” 

“And can we take the cuffs off? My shoulders are starting to hurt,” you clarified. 

“Of course,” Crosshair affirmed, unlocking the cuffs and bringing your arms down slowly so as to not cause any more pain. Hunter massaged your shoulders, alleviating some of the pain that had built up there. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the break in activity when Crosshair came back over to the bed, buttplug in hand. “Think you’re up for this?”

You thought for a moment before responding, “Not tonight.”

“Look at you, setting boundaries. Such a good girl,” Hunter praised. “Is there something that we can do that you want to try? Another toy, a different position?”

“What does our filthy little cockslut want to try next?” Crosshair added, reaching over and tugging on your hair a bit. 

“I wanna come,” you begged. “I need to come so bad, please-”

“Shhh, we’ll take good care of you,” Hunter reassured, taking you in his arms. He sat back against the bed frame, pulling you with him and depositing you on his lap with your legs bracketed outside his own, legs spread wide so that Crosshair could see how wet and swollen your pussy was. 

“Wanna be a good girl and give Crosshair a show?” Hunter murmured in your ear. “Show him how pretty you look when you come on my fingers?”

“Yes sir,” you moaned, desperate to finally get your release. Normally, Hunter would take his time worshiping every inch of your body before even considering going down on you, but he knew how badly you needed to come. He brought his hand down to your aching pussy, circling around your clit a few times before massaging your entrance and slowly pushing a finger in. You gasped, grinding and clenching down on his finger. 

“Such a little whore, so desperate and aching just from one finger,” Crosshair chided, laser focused on where Hunter’s finger disappeared inside you. Hunter pushed a second finger in with the first and began curling them against your g-spot, making you see stars and squirm around in his lap. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you close to him, whispering, “You’re doing so well, letting me finger you like this. Let’s get you that orgasm, yeah?”

All you could do was nod as you felt yourself hurtling forward, getting closer and closer to finishing. Hunter dipped his head down to suck a hickey into your neck as he kept fingering you, feeling you get closer and closer to your orgasm. 

As you felt yourself reaching your peak, you tried to let them know that you were about to come, but given that the only noises you could make were senseless babbles, they figured it out pretty quickly. Once you hit your peak, you felt your entire body clench, losing all control and surrendering to the all-consuming pleasure Hunter was giving you. It felt as if every nerve ending in your body had been set alight, blazing from head to toe, and you could do nothing but take it all in. The whole time, you could vaguely make out Hunter whispering in your ear “that’s it,” “good girl,” “you look so sexy coming all over my fucking fingers.”

Eventually, you came down from your high, trying to regulate your breathing. Crosshair leaned in and captured your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss before pulling away, looking into your eyes, and muttered, “slut” before giving you a quick kiss to the forehead. 

Once you’d fully regained control of your bodily functions, Crosshair asked, “Color?”

“Green,” you replied, eager to see what was next. 

“I think you’re finally ready for my cock, and I know your slutty pussy agrees with me,” he smirked. He looked to Hunter, who turned you around and put you on your hands and knees, ass in the air, just the way Crosshair likes it. Crosshair maneuvered himself behind you, taking in the view before giving your ass a couple good, hearty slaps that you knew would be visible come morning. Sliding the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, he eased himself into you slowly, giving your body time to adjust to him. He bottomed out for a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in again. Crosshair was known for being rough, and this was no exception. 

With every thrust, your body slid a little bit farther up the bed until your face was buried in the pillows. His grip on your hips was so strong you knew those would leave marks, too. Crosshair absolutely loved marking you up, especially in places most people wouldn’t get to see. As he pounded into you, he grabbed your hair and pulled you against his back, biting your throat and saying, “Little fucking cockslut, just waiting to be filled up and turned into a fucking cum dumpster.”

As Crosshair could feel your walls fluttering around him, he knew you were close, so he slid a hand down to your clit and rubbed precise circles over it. Before you could respond, your orgasm took you by surprise, walls clamping down over Crosshair’s cock. He kept pounding into you, chasing his own high, sending you into overstimulation. All you could do was cry out and claw at whatever parts of his body you could reach. As he reached his high, he pulled out and came on your ass, watching as your cheeks became adorned with white. 

Pulling away, Crosshair laid you back down onto the bed as Hunter approached. “Fuck, you looked so pretty coming all over his cock like that. You got one more in you?”

“Yes, please, let me come on your cock, too,” you begged. 

“Still so desperate to be filled, hmm? You want to be Hunter’s little cum dumpster?” Crosshair teased. 

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you babbled. Hunter moved you so that you were on your back with your legs over his shoulders, cock poised at your entrance when he asked, “Color?”

“Green,” you breathed. Without another word, he pushed into you, filling you up. Sure, Crosshair was longer, but Hunter was certainly thicker, and you still needed a bit of time to adjust to his size. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead as if he wasn’t buried balls deep inside you, showing his soft side.

“Fuck, you always take my cock so well,” Hunter moaned as he started to fuck you. You could feel him stretching you out, the breath getting knocked out of you with every thrust. As you lay there being repeatedly impaled on his cock, Hunter couldn’t help but reach out and wrap a hand gently around your neck. Not hard enough to actually restrict airflow, but just enough pressure to assert dominance. You, on the other hand, wanted him to choke you, so you put your hand on top of his and pushed so he would know to add pressure. He groaned and exerted a bit more pressure on your neck, adding that much more pleasure to what you were already experiencing. 

For the final time that night, you reached your high, coming all over Hunter’s cock. You could tell he was getting close, too; his thrusts were harder and more erratic. Before long, you could feel his cum filling you up as he finished inside you. Stilling inside you, Hunter tilted his head and kissed one of your legs as you smiled up at him, pussy still twitching from your orgasm. He slowly pulled out of you, taking your legs and resting them back on the bed. Crosshair came over with a damp cloth to clean you up with, and Hunter grabbed some more water for you, knowing you’d be thirsty again. 

The two of them knew how to take care of you during sex, and they made sure to pamper you afterwards. Even though you didn’t dare say it out loud, you loved the both of them so much; however, what you didn’t know was that they felt the same about you. 

[illustratingari]

I am officially a Crosswhore™

Got my funko (and pin!) in the mail today! I love him so much! Does anyone else collect funko pops? If so, tell me which ones you have! I’d love to know 💕

[secretthegriffin]

Self indulgence lead to an impulsive crosshair sketch 🥴

[NSFW WARNING ⚠ ] <MINORS BEGONE>

Full pic below the cut

Im not sorry <3

I shall see my way to hell for such a sinful sketch 👉

Edited <3 :

[tinywitchgoblin]

Birthday Girl

Crosshair x afab!reader (one use of she/her pronouns)

Summary: Crosshair wants to make your birthday especially memorable. 

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, minors dni or I will hit you with my bonk stick; squirting, spanking, overstimulation, reader has a praise kink, use of a pet name (kitten), oral (fem!receiving), piv sex (wrap it up in real life y’all), I feel like Crosshair being Crosshair also counts as a warning?

a/n: my birthday is here, so have some self-indulgent birthday smut with tbb tumblr’s favorite poor little meow meow. Also, I did my best to write this so it could be interpreted with him either having both of his hands or just the one, however you choose to read it. 

This was the first birthday you celebrated since getting with Crosshair, and he was determined to make it special. You woke up to an empty bed, which upset you at first, but once you smelled breakfast being made in the kitchen, you knew you were in for a good day. 

Sliding out of bed, you stretched, waking up your tired body. Walking into the kitchen, you looked over towards the stove and saw your boyfriend scrambling some eggs with his back facing you. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. 

“Well, someone’s getting a late start this morning,” Crosshair teased, turning his head and returning your kiss. 

“Considering what day it is, I think I have the right to sleep in as much as I want,” you asserted, smiling before kissing his neck one last time and moving towards the cupboard to get some dishes to set the table. 

“I don’t think so. Sit down and let me do the work. Like you said, it’s a special day,” he smirked, turning towards you and letting you see…

“Kiss the cook?!” you exclaimed, laughing and leaning against the counter. Crosshair had donned a bright pink apron with those words emblazoned across the front in sequins. 

“What, you don’t like it?” he asked, acting mock offended and putting his hand to his chest. 

“It’s certainly… entertaining,” you chuckled, moving over to the stove to pour yourself a cup of tea. To your surprise, he didn’t move to stop you, but he kept an eye on you to make sure you didn’t try to do anything else while he finished the cooking. He set the table before bringing the food over and placing that on the table as well. 

“Cross, in all seriousness, this looks so good! I really appreciate all of this,” you fawned. He didn’t cook that much, but when he did, you enjoyed every bit of it. 

“Today is about you, and I wanted to make sure the day started off right,” he assured. Without another word, you both tucked into the food, saying little but enjoying the time together nonetheless. Once breakfast was finished, Crosshair cleaned up, once again ensuring that you didn’t do any more work than you absolutely needed to. When that was done, you both got ready for the day, and Crosshair implemented the next step of his little plan. 

He’d planned the whole day out to a t, wanting to get in as many of your favorite activities as possible without it being overwhelming or tiresome. First, he took you for a stroll through one of your favorite markets, buying you a plant you’d had your eyes on for a while now. Next was a picnic on the beach, watching the waves join calmly with the shore before slowly receding back into the ocean. After that, he took you on a hike along one of your favorite trails. That reminded you of your first date, when he’d taken you on that very same hike. You looked back on the memory with fondness. 

As the day started to fade, he took you to your next destination: dinner with his family. When you walked in the door, Wrecker pulled you into a big bear hug, wishing you a happy birthday. As you continued into the house, Omega popped out as well. 

“Happy birthday, y/n!” she exclaimed. 

“Thanks, bud! How’re you doing?” you smiled. 

“Good! I wanted to come see you earlier, but Crosshair was very specific about how he wanted your birthday to go. He wouldn’t shut up about how he wanted everything to be perfect and he loves you so much and-”

“Okay, I think that’s enough from you,” Crosshair interrupted, ruffling his sister’s hair. 

“Well, little brother, I just wanted to let y/n know why I didn’t see her earlier today.” She turned to you before adding, “It was the most I’d ever heard him talk in one sitting.” 

“Omega, be nice,” Hunter chided from his spot in the sitting room. He stood up and walked over to you, wishing you a happy birthday and pulling you into a quick hug before getting a glare from Crosshair. “Smells like dinner is almost ready, and I’m sure none of us would want to be late for that; otherwise, Wrecker might eat it all.”

“I heard that,” Wrecker called from his place in the kitchen. “But yeah, dinner’s ready!”

You all moved into the kitchen and sat around the table. You saw he’d made one of Gregor’s recipes- one you’d mentioned in passing about wanting to have again after he’d made it for you and the others once. Everyone ate their fill; even Wrecker was full by the end of it. This was followed up by some cake, and once you blew out the candles, that was devoured, too. 

After dinner was done, everyone moved back into the sitting room and gave you their gifts. Hunter gave you a wooden carving of a plant leaf, knowing how much you liked plants. Wrecker gave you a tin of your favorite sweets to take home (“and make sure Crosshair doesn’t get into them”, queuing another glare). Omega gave you a painting she’d done of you and the boys, plus Batcher. Speaking of Batcher, she didn’t really have a gift, but she gave you lots of love all the same. 

Once everything was done, you bid everyone a good night, and you and Crosshair went back home. Opening the door, he said, “Go wait in the bedroom. I have a surprise for you.” You could see the twinkle in his eyes, and knew he had something special in store for you. He sat down on the bed and handed you a box. “Open it,” he urged, and you did. You pulled out a beautiful set of lingerie in your favorite color, and it was soft and enticing. 

“I think I got the size right, but if not, I’m sure we can figure out what fits,” he shrugged. 

“Only one way to find out,” you smiled, heading into the fresher to put it on. Crosshair had no reason to worry- it fit perfectly. You waltzed out, leaning against the wall, asking, “Well? How do I look?”

He stared at you in awe for a moment before responding, “Absolutely stunning.” You blushed before making your way over to him, plopping yourself in his lap. He pulled you into his arms, finding your lips and kissing you lovingly. Sure, he was being gentle now, but you knew that was about to change. As you’d predicted, his kisses got needier and hungrier, grasping at whatever body parts he could reach. Eventually landing on your ass, he gave you a tight squeeze, drawing a moan out of you. You knew that his favorite part of your body was your ass, and you had no objections to the love he showed it- and the rest of your body. 

“I have a challenge for you, if you think you’re up for it,” he said breathlessly, pulling away from your lips. 

“And what would that be?” you questioned, running your fingers through his short silvery hair. 

“One spanking for each year of your age,” Crosshair smirked. “And you have to count them out loud. After that… you decide. And you need to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“Why do I get the feeling that this is as much a gift for you as it is for me?” you teased. “But either way, I accept. How do you want me?”

“You know how I want you,” he murmured, a darkness coming over his eyes. He sat back so you could lay stomach down on his lap, resting your head on the comforter. Rubbing a hand against the swell of your ass, he asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, I want this, please,” you begged, already getting desperate and grinding your hips against his lap in an attempt to get some friction against the heat pooling between your legs. His hand came down, the smack ringing throughout the room. “One,” you counted, though it came out as more of a moan than an actual word. 

“Well done, kitten,” Crosshair praised, bringing his hand down again. 

“Two,” you breathed. This is going to be more difficult than I thought it would be, you thought to yourself. He kept going, and you kept counting, but as you continued, it became harder for you to concentrate on counting. When you got to eighteen, he had to prompt you to keep counting. “Remember, kitten? I said you had to count each one out loud. You haven’t already forgotten, have you?” he teased. 

“Eighteen,” you responded, barely more than a whisper. He kept going, prompting you twice more before you finished the set. By that point, you were a whimpering mess, ass red with handprints and wetness flooding the little bit of cloth covering your pussy. He helped you off of his lap, laying you down on the bed. Crosshair climbed on top of you, kissing you and praising, “Well done, y/n. I’m so proud of you.” Your only response was a moan into his mouth as he leaned down and claimed your mouth, dominating the kiss and leaving you even more breathless. 

“Now, do you remember what comes next?” he asked. 

“Me, hopefully,” you joked. 

“Yes, but you have to tell me exactly what you want. And I mean exactly. I won’t do anything you don’t tell me to do. Use me as you see fit,” demanded. You lay there, with him laying kisses on your neck before you responded, “I want your mouth.”

“Where, kitten?” he prompted. Again, it took you a bit to respond. 

“On my pussy,” you breathed. 

“As you wish,” Crosshair smiled, traveling down your body, moving the lingerie to the side, and placing his lips right above your wetness. “Now, what should I do with my mouth on your pussy?”

“Eat me out,” you whined. He finally acquiesced, setting to work. Your hips jolted against his face, rutting against him, your body begging for more. 

“More.” He obeyed, giving more stimulation. At this point, you had a hand on the back of his head, pushing him even further into your pussy. 

“Add a finger.” Smirking, he slid a slender finger inside you, earning a drawn-out moan. However, once the finger was inside, he kept it still. Apparently, he wanted you to be more specific. 

“Finger me, please,” you begged, and once he started curling his finger against your g-spot. You were trembling, getting closer to the precipice by the second. 

“Another finger,” you gasped, “and keep fingering me.” Another finger joined the first, and that was all it took. You felt your body seize up, climbing higher and higher before it all broke. You felt as if every nerve in your body had been set on fire, your very being burning with pleasure. However, even as you descended into oversensitivity, Crosshair didn’t stop. Continuing to wring pleasure out of your body, all you could do was lay there, taking what he gave you. As he continued, you felt a new sensation bubbling inside of you, and when you came again, the dam burst. Crosshair’s face became drenched as you squirted, pulling even more pleasure out of you than you ever thought possible. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you pushed him away, begging him to stop.

After letting you take a minute for your mind to return to your body, he chuckled, “Well, I’ve never seen you do that before.”

“I didn’t know I had it in me,” you panted, still coming down from your high. Crosshair crawled up your body, littering kisses along the way. “You really did mean specific, huh?”

“Of course I did,” he laughed. “What would you like next?” 

Looking deep into his lust-blown eyes, your next two words had him burning: “Fuck me.” 

He tore his now-wet clothing off, along with gently removing the lingerie from your body. He flipped you over, pressing your body into the mattress before sliding into you. Once he made sure you weren’t in pain, he pulled out and slammed back in, hitting every single part inside of you that only he could reach. He was big, and he knew how to use it. He plowed into you, fucking you right into the mattress. You could hardly breathe, but that was the furthest thing from your mind. All you could focus on was the feeling of him ramming into you, surely leaving bruises he’d admire in the morning. Sex with Crosshair was always amazing, but tonight was something else entirely. Knowing that he took so much pleasure in pleasing you, in giving you exactly what you wanted, made it that much better. Once again, you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. 

“Getting close, kitten?” Crosshair grunted in between thrusts, and all you could do was nod. Sliding a hand underneath you, he circled two dexterous fingers on your clit, and before long, you came undone again. He continued, chasing his own high as you writhed underneath him. After a few more thrusts, he buried himself inside you, finishing inside your tight, wet heat. He held you tight to him, rolling the two of you onto your sides. Running a hand up your side, you lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. 

Eventually, Crosshair slowly pulled out, placing a kiss to the side of your head before getting up to grab some water and a small snack. You always got the munchies after sex, especially intense sex like this. He also grabbed a damp cloth to clean your body with and a spare set of bedding so that neither of you had to sleep on a wet patch. 

Once you were cleaned up and he had changed the bedding, the two of you cuddled in the bed, with him on his back and you curled into his side. “Thank you… for all of this. It means so much to me, and I love you so much,” you murmured. 

“I love you too, y/n,” he responded, laying one more kiss on your forehead before you drifted off to sleep, him not far behind. He was certainly successful in his mission; you would remember this birthday for a long time.

-

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[giga-nonyx]

LET ME COOK

DO U GUYS

DO YOU GUYS THINK THAT MAYBE

JUST MAYBE

CROSSHAIR MIGHT KNOW THAT TECH IS AN OPERATIVE (SPECIFICALLY THE ONE HE WAS THROWING HANDS WITH)

OK LIKE HEAR ME OUT BUT

Crosshair definitely is STILL hiding something. The operatives make him MADLY uncomfortable- the sense of strange brotherhood between them scares him more than anything we’ve seen so far, maybe because, well, loyalty is a big deal to him, but also because one of them may actually be his brother.

He did not mention he was being put through operative✨ pre school ✨until Howzer pressed for answers, and he was forced to spill some beans. But I don’t think that’s all he’s keeping secret. Like, he wanted to keep the operative as FAR away from his brothers as possible(ie, drawing fire away, 1v1ing)- why? Could it just be he wants to deal with these clones on his own? Spare his brothers the fight? Protect them?

Or is it because he doesn’t want to traumatize them further with a brainwashed Tech? He doesn’t want their memory of their “dearly departed” brother to be marred by this…hollow, empty assassin before him. He can’t do that to them. But he *knows*, and it’s eating him alive.

There’s still so much he’s keeping from everyone, and not even Omega knows what he witnessed on Tantiss. He knows things, and he’s too afraid to admit them.

…..IDK THESE EPISODES KILLED ME MENTALLY THEY WERE SO GOOD BUT LEFT ME WITH SO MANY QUESTIONSSSSS AHHH

Plussss I wanna see more Hunter and wrecker content PLEASE my pookies need more screen time before I become a crosswhore AND Hunter girlie (one Star Wars man obsession is ENOUGH PLEASE).

ALSO THE THEORY THAT HUNTER DIES THIS SEASON IS KINDA STARTING TO FERMENT IN MY BRAIN BC WHY ELSE WOULD THEY ESTABLISH CROSSHAIR AS AN INCREASINGLY PARENTAL, DADDY MATERIAL GUY??? ESPECIALLY WITH HUNTER NOTICING OMEGA AND CROSS GROWING CLOSER I am ill do not let me think

I can see it now, Hunter sacrifices himself, but before he does, he tells Crosshair that “I know you’ll protect her. I trust you.” And then he fucking DIES, content with knowing Crosshair can be her newfound dad and protect her when he can no longer do so (I am in pain).

also when Hunter stood up for Crosshair >>>>> THATS MY MAN YALL HE WAS FR LIKE “ay man only I can shit on my brother man fuck off”

ALSO when Crosshair said “too bad” something changed in me (trying to resist crosswhore feelings)

There are two wolves inside of me (Hunter Wife (he’s the love of my LIFE) and Crosswhore) (actually three bc I’m also. A wrecker simp.)

[clownbloody]

Crosswhores its dinner time come get yo man 2/5

1/5 Tech

3/5 Hunter

4/5 Wrecker

5/5 Echo BONUS: Mayday Howzer

If you want to be tagged when I post one of YOUR favourite boys let me know :)))

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I thought I do something different and share some favorite songs that I relate to some of my beloved clones. (It's not like I have whole playlists for some of them hehe)

Tech: Tokyo Drift from The Fast and the Furious

Like I'm not listening much of my Cross music anymore, but this one is for my crosswhores ;)

Crosshair: Criminal by Britney Spears (Cross and Britney is a MOOD)

Fox: Four Seasons, Summer (storm) by Vivaldi (Ugh I love this pease and I don't know why but it fits perfectly to my beloved Fox)

Wolffe: Animals by Maroon 5

Brett: Playground by Bea Miller (Arcane Soundtrack) @the-bad-batch-baroness 😏

Bonus:

Ghoul x Doc: Dynasties and Dystophia (Arcane Soundtrack)

[tinywitchgoblin]

TBB Crosshair Fics

fics marked as * = smut, minors DNI

+ =gn reader

_ =afab reader

_Birthday Girl*

[abigfanofstarwars]

me @ that toothpick wielding bastard

fuck sex I wanna make that boy forget all them dark days he had

[clownbloody]

Hello Hello! I LOVE drawing peoples OC's so made a lil commission slot for them on Ko-fi! Ko-fi link :D Example Image featuring Crosswhore (I feel normal about him) and my gay lil OC Kirajo, he works in a bar don't mind him.

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[tech-aficionado]

All these Crosswhores out here wanting him to be rescued and what do they do?

They toss Cody out there as his bestie.

I’m not going to deviate. Give my boy his redemption arc and get him home please.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

nobody knows how obsessed with this series i am <3

The Phantom of Pabu - Part 3

Summary: After being rescued from the Empire, Crosshair spends his days miserably existing on Pabu. Haunted by the past, he's slowly drowning in his thoughts, until he spots you. You pique his interest from the start, a person who might just be more broken than he is.

Pairing: Crosshair x reader

Warnings: Angst, misunderstandings, crying, brief mentions of things that happened in past parts, brief mention of a suicide attempt, confession of feelings, Crosshair being stubborn, blasters and shooting, fluff, kissing

A/N: And the last part. This one's the shortest and the happiest. It does have its happy ending as expected. I hope you enjoyed these as much as I enjoyed writing them.

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The sun is hot on his skin, even as it begins to lower in the sky. 

He’s angry, and he’s heartbroken as he holds his rifle, aiming at the targets once more. He had hardly been able to think, storming from the house and down to this quiet section of the island. He needed to let off steam, and doing so with his rifle in his hand felt right. 

All the hope, all the determination, all the desire gone. Smushed like a bug under his boot. 

You have no reason not to want to return to Devoth. The home you had been longing for rebuilding, a chance at a life you yearned for, a life you would have lived had the war not torn it from you. Had the invasion of Devoth not happened, he would have never met you. Had he not been rescued from the Empire, he would have never met you. Had a lot of things happened, he would have never met you. 

It feels as if the universe was teasing him, dangling hope in front of him only to snatch it away when he begins to feel it, when he begins to feel something other than pain and anger and suffering. Just like everything else, it slipped through his fingers. An unavoidable tragedy that he’s forced to live through, he’s forced to experience. 

Just add it to the pile. 

He ignores the footsteps approaching, firing on a target until it’s full of holes. 

“Crosshair?” 

His head snaps to the side as he hears your voice. You look haunting in the red light of sunset, like the bloody ghoul he had seen the first time he spoke to you. Those exhausted, red rimmed eyes, those dark circles, the gauntness of your face. The image is imprinted in his mind as he closes his eyes, lifting his blaster to fire at the target once more. 

You stand there, waiting until he’s finished. He feels as if you’re draining the life from him, his energy, his will to even stand much longer. He wants to sink into the rocks, into the sand, into the heart of the island. Perhaps then he might be able to find peace, buried under rock, crushed by the weight of the planet. 

It was better than being crushed by the weight of his grief. 

“Are you alright?” You ask, voice hesitant. 

He doesn’t doubt you had seen him leave. He wouldn’t be surprised if you saw his entire scene, the entire breakdown and the dramatic exit after. You can’t possibly be here to care about him and his feelings. You’re here to give your answer, to tell him goodbye, that you’re about to board Phee’s ship and go home, back to your life, back to a place he doesn’t exist. 

“Why do you care?” He snaps, placing his rifle back into his weapons kit. 

You flinch at the bite in his tone, at his harsh words. He hates it, the way you suddenly seem afraid of him, not unlike that first time you spoke, when you had been startled by his appearance. “Y-You’re upset.” You say. He fights the urge to snort, to make a smart remark about you stating the obvious. “I-I’m sorry if I’ve done something to make you upset.” 

He scoffs, slamming the lid of his weapons kit closed. You jump at the sharp sound, taking half a step back. “You. You are infuriating.” He turns on you, the words escaping him before he can stop them. “You drew me in like some spector in a seafarer's story, and now you’re here to drown me.” 

You blink at him, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt nervously. “I-I don’t understand.” 

“You caught me, you drew me in. I thought...I thought there may be something, something on the end of this line, but here you are to cut it, to send me hurtling back into nothingness once more.” 

You take half a step towards him, shaking your head. “You’re not making sense.” 

He wheels on you, brows pinched in anger, eyes slitted in the sharpest glare he can muster in his overwrought state. “Why don’t you just leave! Go back to your home and live your happy life and leave me in peace!” 

Tears fill your eyes. He doesn’t need his enhanced sight to see the pain on your face. He almost regrets his words. Almost. If it wasn’t for the pain you were going to cause him by leaving, he might have felt bad for making you cry. 

“Crosshair,” You begin but he turns away from you. He wants you to get the hint and leave him alone. “Crosshair!”

He pauses as you raise your voice at him. He hasn’t heard you yell since that night you were drunk. The night he saved your life. He doesn’t regret it. Even now he wouldn’t have changed anything about that night. No amount of anger at you could make him regret saving you. 

“I’m not leaving.” You say as he turns around to face you. 

It’s his turn to blink at you in surprise. 

“I’m happy Devoth is rebuilding. I’m happy there’s survivors that are trying to reestablish the city and its culture. But, I’m not going back.” You shake your head, a tear glinting in the sunlight as it slides down your cheek. “It’s not home anymore. I can’t even think about it without remembering the war...sitting in that shelter listening to the city being destroyed, people dying, my parents dying. I can’t think about Devoth without thinking of the droid army, about them breaking down the door and dragging me out into the street. I can’t think about it without thinking about the screams as they executed innocent people in the streets. Even if they rebuild, even if they remove every last trace of the war and the devastation that was wrought there, those memories can’t be erased. Devoth isn’t home anymore. It won’t ever be home again.” 

You step up to him, putting a hand on his cheek. Your skin is warm and real as it presses against his, not like the cold, slimy touch of the Kaminoans. Not like the faint tickle of air as your ghost-like figure floated through him like he thought it might once. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You say quietly, keeping your hand on his cheek. “This is my home now. I haven’t felt this welcomed, this happy, this safe in a long time. That’s because of you and your family and this place. Crosshair, you’ve helped me more in the last few months than I ever could have hoped for. I was so lost and broken and alone. Then you appeared and everything changed.” You swallow thickly. “I would be dead if it wasn’t for you. Why would I want to leave this?” 

You’re right. Even though Devoth was your home, there was nothing to go back to. Not when you’d built a new life here, not when he’d worked so hard to build you a new life here. Why would you go back to the place that was the source of your pain when you could have happiness here? The pain would never leave, but at least here you have the chance of healing, of happiness. 

“Besides,” You say, sniffling. “Omega would be crushed if I just up and left. I can’t do that to her. I’d never forgive myself.” 

A ghost of a smile forms on his face. He would also be crushed. He was crushed just at the thought of you having the chance to leave. He had been so lost in his own agony, he hadn’t stopped to think rationally. 

You put your other hand on his other cheek, pulling him down closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere. So stop the self-loathing, and get back to teaching me how to shoot.” 

***

It’s after dark by the time he’s walking you back home. It feels familiar, walking the dark streets with you, even if he’s walking by your side this time, and you’re awake. You still seem haunting in the low lights on the streets, even walking beside you he finds himself glancing at you to ensure you haven’t disappeared or drifted away. 

“I like walking at night.” You say, looking around. “It’s quiet and cool. You don’t have to worry about anyone.” 

He nods. “I prefer to walk at night. I walk when I can’t sleep.” 

“I walk when I can’t sleep, I walk in my sleep.” You let out a quiet laugh.

He’s never heard you genuinely laugh before. Even though this was hardly more than a chuckle, it’s more than he’s ever heard before. He commits the sound to memory, storing it away in the file made specifically for you. 

“I was there.” He finds the words slipping out, your pace slowing a bit. “That night, when you were sleepwalking. I was the one following you.” 

You pause for a moment, staring up at him. “You weirdo! All this time and you never said anything?” 

He shrugs. “I didn’t know how. I didn’t plan on following you.” 

“How long did you follow me?” You ask, starting to walk once more. 

“Almost the entire walk around the island.” It feels good to get it off his chest finally. He was going to tell you eventually, someday perhaps when things weren’t quite as fresh. 

You stare at him open mouthed. “You didn’t say anything, you didn’t try to approach me? Even when I woke up you didn’t do anything.” 

“How would you have reacted if I appeared out of the darkness after you woke?” He asks. 

You’re silent for a moment. “Probably would have screamed and ran.” 

“Exactly.” He says. “I thought you might have been a ghost.” 

You hum, chewing on your lip. “I guess I was sort of a ghost back then. I wasn’t really living, but I wasn’t dead either.” It falls silent between you for a moment. “I owe you a lot for saving my life.” 

“Just do me a favor and don’t do it again.” He says. 

“Roger, roger.” You say, mock saluting him before running ahead before he can even process what you had just done. 

***

Life continues on much as it had after Crosshair’s misunderstanding. You spend ample time at their home, almost more time than you spend at your own. Sleep still evades you, but there’s a lightness to you that hadn’t been there before. It’s not the hollowness that rendered you the phantom you once were. Despite the emptiness that had once spoken to the cavern inside you, your entire being had seemed heavy, weighed down by the pain and the suffering roiling inside you like the sea during a storm. 

Your presence seems less heavy now, like the weight on your shoulders has been lifted and you can move freely now. 

Crosshair likes this new development. He likes the carefree air that seems to settle around you now. He knows the pain isn’t gone, the suffering is still bubbling beneath the surface. It would always be there, but he can see less of it now than he had before. 

He feels lighter himself thanks to you. 

His brothers are noticing. Their looks hadn’t been lost on him as a smile had graced his features the day prior. He had been observing you and Omega, and he couldn’t help the warm stirring in his chest, the elation at seeing you so happy and carefree, if only for a moment. The smile had formed before he could stop it, Hunter taking immediate notice. Wrecker had noticed, and he had quietly alerted Tech and Echo and then all of them were staring at him, except for you and Omega, oblivious in your little world. 

He’s going soft. 

He doesn’t hate it.

He continues your shooting lessons, if for nothing else than his own sanity. You’ve come to be a decent shot, and he doesn’t mind the way you look holding a blaster. As your aim has improved, he’s begun to teach you some basics of sharpshooting, though the likelihood of you ever needing to use those skills is small. 

You’re out at sunset, practicing once more before you return to the house for dinner. You’ve hit the target in the center more times than you haven’t, impressing even him. For someone who hadn’t been shooting for long, you were a natural. Or perhaps it was just your determination. 

He watches your face, the way it’s pinched in focus. The subtle pouting of your lips as you stare at the target, the crease between your brows as it takes all of your concentration to aim. The orange sunset paints you in a way that makes you seem like you’re glowing. 

You are beautiful, more than just in the haunting way he had seen you before. Phee had remarked on it many times, perhaps in a subtle attempt at spurring one of their interests. She knew something was going on, beyond just you spending time at their home to be with Omega. Perhaps in her own way she was trying to determine which one of them was involved in your life, or wanted to be. 

Crosshair is lucky his prickly attitude makes him the least likely contender. 

He doesn’t hate the idea of you spending the rest of your life around them. You didn’t mind being around his brothers, around the kid. He would enjoy your presence regardless of how or why it’s in his life. 

Well, that’s not entirely true. 

He’s been feeling strangely lately when he looks at you. There’s a warmth in his chest, a fluttering in his stomach. It wasn’t unlike when he’d left your home after inviting you over the first time. His heart is racing, thumping in his chest like he’s just had to run an extensive distance. His whole body feels like he’s been running, even his breath catching in his chest as he stares at you. 

He shifts his grip on his rifle as you turn to look at him, the corners of your mouth lifting in a smile. 

Kriff, he could commit this moment to memory and never grow tired of looking back on it. 

He will commit this moment to memory. 

He wants to stare at you for the rest of his life. 

He steps closer to you, taking the blaster from your hand. “Do you trust me?” 

You stare up at him through your lashes, something shining in your eyes he can’t quite place. “Yes.” 

He turns your body so your back is to his chest, holding his rifle in front of you. He guides your hands to hold the rifle, his own resting over yours. 

“It’s heavier than it looks.” You say, your hands flexing under his. 

“It’s a big rifle.” He says, pressing his chest closer to your back. 

You hum in response, letting him move your body as he presses the butt of the rifle against your shoulder. He steps just slightly closer, supporting your arm and shoulder with his so the recoil doesn’t hurt you. He doesn’t miss the way your body tenses as he invades your space. He’s never been this close to you, at least not while you were sober. 

You’re so warm pressed against him, a contrast to the coldness he had pictured with your ghostly form. He’s tempted to hold you like this, to stay like this until the sun drops below the horizon, but he can’t. You’d think he was odd, or perhaps having a medical emergency. 

“Look through the scope.” He says, supporting the rifle as you bend down to aim through the scope. He makes minor adjustments to your stance, stealthily fixing your aim. He leans down, his breath fanning your ear. “Breathe out, then fire.” 

He feels the shudder of your exhale, your hands reflexively tightening around the rifle before you pull the trigger, hitting the target dead center. 

You straighten up, pressing yourself closer against his chest in the process. “I did it!” 

A small smile tugs at his lips. “You did.” 

“That was fun.” You say, relaxing back against him. “No wonder you like shooting so much.” 

“When it’s all you know...” He says, untangling himself from you. 

You turn to him with a frown. “You know a lot more than just shooting. You're so much more than just a clone soldier."

Something stirs deep within him at your words. You had never mentioned their status in the time he's known you. He knows you know. Most of the galaxy could pick them out as clones even with their varied looks. Yet, you had never once brought up what they were, or seemed to care at all. Even though clones and the Republic had played a role in the destruction of your home in an attempt to save it, you held no unfavorable views about them. 

To tell him he was more than just a soldier, he was more than what he’d been designed for, created for, spent his whole life training for...he still can’t believe it. He’s just a clone. They’re all just clones. 

“You’re a good man, Crosshair.” You say, tilting your head at him. “No matter what’s happened in the past, you’re not that person anymore.” 

You had no idea. He had never opened up to you about the horrors he’d faced, the terrible things he’d done. He was too afraid, too afraid he’d scare you away. The last thing he wants is to lose you because of something he’s done. The last thing he wants is to be the one that destroys your connection, dare he say relationship. 

If he told you and you couldn’t stand to look at him after, he’d never forgive himself.

***

The feelings don’t lessen any as the days continue on. 

Crosshair still feels the fluttering in his stomach, the pounding in his chest, the warmth that spreads all over his body when he looks at you. He stopped wondering if he was sick. It was very unlikely, given the little traveling they did anymore. He wouldn’t have gotten it from another inhabitant, as he avoided them like a plague and no one else was exhibiting symptoms. 

He debates asking Tech, but the last thing he needs is his brothers worrying over him. He’s had enough of that.

So he suffers in silence, feeling the strange symptoms whenever you’re around, whenever he looks at you. They’re completely uncontrollable, but he’s almost beginning to feel...good. He likes when he feels them. 

Nearly identical to how he feels when he looks at you. He likes looking at you. He likes the feelings he has when he looks at you. He doesn’t want you to leave, he hates leaving you at your door, the walk back to his house alone seemingly endless as the symptoms begin to fade. He’s discovered the correlation. You’re the one making him feel this way, you’re responsible for the happiness he feels. 

It hits him one day. 

He’s never considered himself capable of it. Emotions were not his strong suit. He cares, and he cares deeply, but love? Love for someone who wasn’t his family? Love for someone outside his safe circle, someone who hadn’t spent their whole life with him, forced to put up with his prickly attitude and who knew the things he’d done? 

It terrifies him. 

He finds himself pulling back, drawing himself away. He’s broken. He’s damaged. He’s dirty. He’s killed, he’s destroyed, he’s ruined. If he allows himself closer he may risk doing the same. He wanted you close because you were the only one who would understand, the only one who knew what that hollow brokenness felt like. Now you’re too close. His brokenness could devour you, could destroy you. 

He’d never be able to live with himself. 

He hates the sad look in your eyes, the pain as he withdraws. 

It’s for your own good. 

He underestimates your determination. Your stubbornness. 

You find him on the beach, at sunset as usual. He’s leaning against a rock, staring out to sea. He hears your steps behind him before you reach him, but he doesn’t turn. He can’t face you. Not now. Not alone. At least when he was with his brothers he had a buffer, but now he’s on his own. He’s vulnerable. 

He hates feeling vulnerable. 

“Crosshair?” You speak his name so softly, so quietly. So gently. 

He doesn’t acknowledge you. It’s cowardly, it’s childish, but he can’t bring himself to do it. You’re too much, too terrifying in this moment for him to face. You scare him. You make him feel vulnerable. You make him feel weak. You make him feel. 

“Are you alright?” Your voice is closer, steps drawing nearer. “You’ve been...distant lately. Hunter said to give you space, but I worry.” 

He keeps his gaze out at the horizon, refusing to look at you. He can’t bring himself to face you out of fear of what might come to the surface. His fear, his longing, his love. 

“Is it something I’ve done?” You ask hesitantly, carefully. 

His head snaps to you, eyes sharp and biting as he stares at you. “Yes.” He grits out, fighting the emotions welling at the pained look on your face at his admission. “You...your existence. You were supposed to be the one that understood, the one that knew. The one that could face the pain inside and not flinch away, one that could look without the fake sympathy, without being scared away. I wanted to help you so you could help me. If you could be fixed, then there was still hope.” 

You’re crying. He hates it when you cry. He hates it when he’s the one that’s made you cry. 

“It was always more than that. It was always more than my selfish need for someone who would truly understand. I don’t love. I’m not capable of it.” He sinks back against the rock, lowering his gaze to the sand below. “At least that’s what I used to think.” 

He watches you step closer in his peripheral vision. You move slowly, like you’re waiting for him to stop you, to turn on you, to sink his venomous words into you and slowly drain the life in you until you’re nothing more than the hollow shell, the phantom you had been before he made it his mission to save you. 

That’s all he wanted to do. He wanted to save you to prove maybe he was capable of being saved too.

He hadn’t wanted to fall in love with you. 

You’re standing next to him. Your hand is lifting, falling gently on his shoulder. He can feel the warmth of it through his thin shirt. So warm. So human. “Crosshair?” Your tone is half question, half hope. He can hear it in the inflection of your tone. You understand what he’s trying to say in the way only you could. 

He turns to look into your teary eyes, tears shining in his own. Your hand reaches for his face, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes squeezing closed. He can’t look at you, not in this vulnerable state. 

“I love you too.” You whisper the words and they float over him, carried by the breeze. They kiss his skin, drying the tears threatening to fall. “I have. For a while. I was too scared to say anything because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” Your thumb strokes his cheek, feeling the contrast of his soft skin and his rough stubble. “I know you didn’t ask me to come over just for Omega. I know she likes me, but I know you liked spending time with me too.” 

A small smile tugs at his lips, his eyes opening to stare at you. There’s still tears in your eyes, the streaks from the ones that have fallen painting your face in the orange light. You’re glowing again, just as you had that first time he saw you on the beach. 

“I want to know.” You say, stepping closer. “I want to know everything.” You grab him before he can pull away, keeping him close. “You’ve seen the worst of me. You can’t scare me no matter how bad you think it is.” 

He stares into your eyes, into the determination in them. You would get your way. He can’t hide from you. 

So he tells you. He tells you everything. From the Kaminoans to the war to the Empire torturing him. It all comes out, spilling out of him like a flood. He hasn’t told anyone who wasn’t there at least for part of it, anyone who didn’t know at least some of what he’s gone through. 

He speaks until it’s dark out, the moon rising above the ocean and painting the world in its cool light. It’s full, blocking out the stars and bathing both of you in bright light. 

He finishes his story, staring down at you as you take in his words. Tears have left tracks on your face once more, tears for him, for the things he’d gone through. Tears of true sympathy, of true understanding of the pain. You couldn’t know exactly, but you understood better than anyone could. 

You grip the back of his neck, pulling him down closer until his forehead rests against yours. You hold him there, thumb stroking the skin on the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper, breath fanning his lips. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Your past doesn't scare me, because that’s not the man you are now.” 

He stares at you, able to pick up details he’s never seen before so close. He commits your face to memory, eyes fluttering closed to imprint it on the front of his mind. He doesn’t want to forget this moment. He wants to stay here forever. 

“Crosshair?” You whisper, your free hand trailing up his arm. 

He hums, face pressing closer until your noses are touching. 

“Kiss me.” 

***

You’re seated on the couch in his home, not in your usual spot this time. Wrecker and Echo are busy in their rooms, and Hunter and Omega have left with Tech to run errands. You and Crosshair were alone for a rare moment, and you were taking full advantage of it. 

You’re seated in Crosshair’s lap, his arms wrapped around you tightly. Your lips are pressed to his, the holovid forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other. It’s risky, as the others have no idea of the development in your relationship yet, but you were both so infatuated, you could hardly stand being apart. 

You’re so lost in each other you fail to notice your surroundings, a testament to just how lost Crosshair could get in you that even Wrecker could sneak up on the sniper. 

Footsteps approach the room, suddenly stopping abruptly. Wrecker has paused right in the doorway, staring at you both wide eyed. You pull away from Crosshair, equally wide eyed as you stare at Wrecker. 

“Why did you stop?” Echo complains, squeezing around Wrecker’s large frame. His eyes widen when he spots you in Crosshair’s lap, jaw falling slack. “Oh.” 

The front door opens at that exact moment, Hunter, Omega, and Tech entering the house. They pause upon seeing you as well, your face warming under the sudden attention. You had planned on telling them eventually, though you had hoped it would just be something they noticed instead of having to tell them all to their faces. Though, perhaps this was them just happening to notice. 

“What’s going on?” Hunter asks, somewhere between amused and confused as he crosses his arms. 

Tech looks up from his datapad, the last to take notice of your compromising position. “I see you’ve finally admitted your feelings.” 

The attention is suddenly on him, everyone giving him confused stares. 

“What?” Crosshair asks, tightening his arm around your waist. 

“Your feelings.” Tech says, pushing his goggles up his nose. “You’ve had them for quite an extensive time.” 

“I haven’t...” Crosshair blinks at him. “What do you mean?” 

“I noticed your change in demeanor, posture and physical tension whenever you were around each other.” He shrugs, glancing around at the shocked expressions. “I had the hypothesis that perhaps you were developing romantic feelings. You were attempting to hide it at first, but then your facial expressions and tone of voice began to change and I judged my hypothesis correct.” 

“How long have you known?” Crosshair narrows his eyes at Tech. 

“Since the beginning.” Tech states simply. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You ask. 

“It wasn’t my place. If I had mentioned the possible development of feelings it would have disrupted the organic process you were both going through. Crosshair would have cut himself off, isolated himself, cut off the feelings before they developed into anything more.” He turns his gaze to you. “I determined that allowing him to realize his feelings himself offered the best outcome for you both.” 

Crosshair pushes down the desire to throw something at Tech. He is right. Had Crosshair been made aware of the true motivation of his actions and feelings, he would have forced himself away from you, withdrawn out of fear and his own self loathing, even if it meant hurting you as well. It would have been a necessary pain, saving you from the grief of his own shortcomings, his unworthiness. He would have denied himself happiness, and for what? 

“I’m happy for you. Both of you.” Hunter says. 

“Thank you.” You smile, leaning the side of your head against Crosshair’s.

They congratulate you, Hunter explaining lightly to Omega what was going on. She excitedly throws herself into your arms, nearly knocking you from Crosshair’s lap. Crosshair wraps his arms around you both, steadying you. 

“Does this mean you’ll be moving in?” She asks, looking at you both innocently. 

You laugh, a genuine laugh. Crosshair’s never heard it before. He likes it. No, he loves it. He wants to hear it all the time. “I mean, I thought I already had.” 

“Might as well make it official.” Hunter says. “You are here more than your own home most of the time.” 

You smile. “I’d love to move in.” 

Omega cheers, Crosshair squeezing you gently.

You turn to look at him, happiness shining in your eyes. He’s never seen you so happy. He’s never felt so happy. He presses his lips to yours, wanting to capture this moment and imprint it in his mind forever. 

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prompt: #3 “just a little kids, how does that sound?”

pairing: crosshair x gn!reader

content: implied smut/suggestiveness at the end, heavy kissing, teasing, you slap crosshairs ass LMAOOOO

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Crosshair pisses you off. Constantly. But he makes it increasingly harder to stay mad when he’s looking so handsome and has you against a wall, under his stare.

“You really thought you could get away with that?” He rasps, his arm reaching up to cage you in further. His palm grips the wall, and you observe his question without much care because you both damn well know the answer and are acting otherwise.

Standing your ground doggedly, you smirk and turn away with your lip tugged between two teeth.

“Get away with what?” You query innocently.

Crosshair scoffs.

“Little vixen,” He derides, and you laugh at his choice of words.

Just a few minutes previous, the sniper had been going through his magazines, begrudgingly tossing old ones into a bin beside him and keeping any that he could salvage. Wearing just his blacks, his flat ass was a perfect canvas for your hand to land and make him yelp in surprise. What you don’t expect, however, is this response.

“I deserve an apology,” He continues after a long moment, still not pleased with your initial reaction to his nickname for you. Two fingers pinch your chin and slowly move it back to face him, and you let it happen, plastering on an indiscernable look for him to decipher. He only grumbles again and pinches tighter. “Don’t you think, hellcat?”

He seems to be trying out a new nickname. Perhaps you like this one more, you decide, as you lick your lips and allow your eyes to flutter a few times.

“What do you want me to do, Crosshair?” You ask.

His eyes storm in thought, thinking over his options, but not once does his gaze leave yours. He keeps you in his grasp, takes a step in to further his effect, and clicks his tongue.

“How about you kiss me?”

Your eyebrows knit together; he smirks. You weren’t expecting that response, and it’s far too obvious on your face for your liking; this bastard is going to get smug now. Crap.

“C’mon, it wouldn’t hurt,” Crosshair continues. He slowly tilts his head down until his lips are centimeters within reach of yours, and you take a deep breath. He purses them, which makes it all the more difficult not to give in to your demons. “Just a little kiss, hellcat. How does that sound?”

A groan leaves you; it comes somewhere from your throat and barely leaves, but he still hears it loud and clear. He takes the opportunity presented in front of him and doesn’t wait another minute before he seizes your mouth, pressing himself into you until no air can get between your bodies.

There’s something addicting about his taste, you quickly realize, once you do finally get a penchant; he’s all bark and bite, nothing lost between the lines of bluster and actual action. You grip his blacks, any crook of fabric you can reach, and swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, invite him in to try a sample of his new favorite meal.

He does. He will for the whole night, you’re beginning to think, when he takes you by the hand to your bunk. 

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