#reader x crosshair

[burningfieldof-clover]

And now: Crosshair

Now we all get the impression he’s cold and probably wouldn’t even be a lover. Sex is just a thing he does because he got bored of his hand. He’s no stranger to a quickie in a bathroom or some strangers apartment. He doesn’t even wait for them to fall asleep before he leaves. He doesn’t lie to the person, he’s very upfront that it’s just sex. This is for him, not them. Most people are super attracted to him so they’d take what they can get.

But the one time he thought it was business as usual, it was not. You were the dominant one the first time the two of you had sex and it jump started something in him, something he didn’t know he’d like. He likes being the sub, a lot. He would do anything to find you again and let that happen more than once. He felt too shy to ask to switch roles, but when he did he was so impressed with your versatility. You listened to him, he listened to you. It was what he thought sex never was—a connection. Once he learned what it was, he definitely became more dominant because he doesn’t do connection. He tried to convince himself it was just sex again.

He kept failing though. While sex was just a pure basic need, animalistic even, he never wanted this. He tried sleeping with other people. He got as far as getting naked with them, but would just leave. It wasn’t going to be as fun with them as it was with you.

The last time he tried with someone else, he found himself crawling back to you. He argued with himself the whole trip. He tried to force himself to stop following this path.

That night nobody was a dom or a sub. You both spent hours kissing and talking, not even touching each other remotely sexually. When you both did finally engage, it was exposing to him what sex could have been all along.

He went from cold and selfish to warm and open. He affectionately switches between dom and sub and most of the time it’s on his own terms. He prefers privacy, usually with a bed but he could take you ANYWHERE and it would be just as special.

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[hunnythebee]

Questions and Answers

You are a medic in Tipoca City on Kamino. You’ve been falling for the dark, brooding sniper of Clone force 99, but had assumed your feelings weren’t reciprocated. After a brief but heated moment, you can’t help but feel that your assumptions may have been wrong, but you have questions, and need answers.

@girlzrok-99 Here's your request from this ask! I was intending for it to be about 1k words but I got kinda carried away and fell in love with it. Instead this is now a one shot dedicated to you. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

Enjoy!

2.1k words - first person - gender neutral - teen+

Tags and Warnings: reader x Crosshair, gn!reader x Crosshair, medic!reader x Crosshair, light angst, fluff, brief vague descriptions of medical treatment, confession, first kiss, pining,

It had been an exhausting mission. The boys came back to me more beaten than usual. Wrecker collapsed the minute he got to one of the med-bay beds, followed closely by Hunter. Tech and Echo had some scrapes from debris but nothing major. Crosshair however, was untouched. A perk of being in the sniper’s position. I tended to those who were afflicted, moving methodically from bedside to bedside. The whole time I worked I could feel Cross’ eyes on me, following my every movement. I did my best to ignore him, but his stare was causing butterflies in my stomach and making my hands shake. I had been harboring a crush for him for the longest time, and him watching me like this wasn’t helping. I finished with Tech’s bandages and discharged him and Echo. I explained that Hunter and Wrecker were fine, aside from some cuts and bruises. The pair were just exhausted. Once they woke up they were free to leave as well. Finally I allowed myself to focus my attention on the brooding white haired man in the corner of the room who, despite his lack of injury, was still here.

“You’re also cleared to leave,” I stated bluntly, trying to mask my nerves. “Unless there’s something else you need?”

He pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning on and stalked over to me. He was so close I could smell him. A sweet musk, like smoke and dark chocolate, flooded my senses. This paired with the way he was looking down on me with those deep set golden eyes tugged at something inside me. Something that was yearning to be held by him. But I knew that wasn’t a reciprocated feeling. I took a few steps back, trying to give myself room to breathe and think. His toothpick shifted between his lips to rest at the corner of his mouth and finally he spoke.

“Would you say you know me and my brothers…well?” His question caught me a little off-guard. I looked from him to the two men resting in the beds and back.

“I’d like to think so. Why do you ask?” I couldn’t help the curiosity prickling at the back of my mind.

He hummed and took another two steps toward me, closing the distance once again. I attempted to take another step back but was met with a wall. He was so close I had to crane my neck to look up at him now. “And do you know all of our mutations?”

My throat was so dry. I needed to ignore the proximity of this beautiful man and focus my attention on answering his questions.

“Y–yes, I was briefed on your genetic modifications,” I responded, avoiding the word ‘mutation’. It didn’t suit him at all.

“Name them,” his tone was commanding, yet soft.

“Hunter has heightened senses. Tech is gifted with knowledge retention. Wrecker is double the size of an average clone. Echo was a reg, but required mechanical enhancements after his rescue. And you’re a sharpshooter, you never miss.” I answered, feeling a small sense of pride that I remembered all of them.

“Technically, you got them all right. But do you know what makes me a sharpshooter?” He asked.

“Ummm… no…” I deflated slightly. I didn’t know what the details of their modifications were, I just knew the basics. Crosshair smirked and leaned over me, resting a fist against the wall over me and tilting my chin so that our eyes were fixed on each other. “I see everything…” He was leaning in closer and closer, “I see you…” His lips were an inch from mine. I could feel his breath ghost across my lips. We were so close and then the door to the med-bay slid open as a pair of troopers came inside. Crosshair had removed himself from our precarious situation and was now leaning against a nearby counter. He gestured with his head towards the clones that were here for treatment and I reluctantly turned my attention to them.

My examination of them didn’t take more than 5 minutes, just a routine pre-deployment check-up. However, a steady flow of clones continued to trickle into the med-bay and I had been so preoccupied I hadn’t noticed that Cross had slipped out undetected. Once everyone was gone, I fell back into a chair and began to process what had been happening prior to the interruption. What he was going to do. Never in a million cycles did I ever imagine that he might actually return my feelings, but there was no denying that there had been a spark, a flicker of a flame between us as our lips almost met. I looked at the time on my datapad. I glanced at the time on my holo-watch. The numbers flashed bright blue over my wrist ‘00:00’. Kriff… it was probably too late to try to go and talk to him about it tonight. I sighed and heaved myself up out of the chair. I left AZI with instructions to allow Wrecker and Hunter to leave for the Barracks once they woke up and left to return to my quarters.

The halls were half-lit. A calming contrast to the usual blaring white light usually emanating throughout the immaculate hallways. I wasn’t anywhere near tired when I finally reached the door to my quarters. My mind was still stuck on that interaction with Crosshair. I thought about his scent as I showered off the day and got comfortable. I remembered his warmth as I opened the heated ration packet. I was lost in nothing but thoughts of him and how close his lips were to mine as I laid spread out on my bed. I rolled to one side and looked at the time on my holo-watch. ‘02:40’ flickered to life on my bedside table. If I had thought it too late before, it was definitely too late now. 

“I should just wait till tomorrow”, is what I was thinking as I sat up in bed and swung my legs over. “He’s probably asleep…” as I slid my feet into my slippers. “And he’s probably tired from the mission…” My front door hissed open. “He might be mad that I woke him…” My feet carried me at a hurried pace through the dimly lit halls of the Barracks. As I passed the large pod rooms I could hear the men snoring peacefully. This hour was one I hardly saw outside my room, and it was strangely serene to walk the hallways empty. Not a clone nor kaminoan in sight. It was also eerily quiet, aside from the wind whipping the glass panes that overlooked the ocean.

And then there I was. My two feet planted firmly in front of the door to the dorm belonging to the 99. He was inside, along with the answers to all my questions. All I had to do was knock, but knocking felt like an impossible task now. What if he was mad I woke him up? What if I didn’t like the answers he had for my questions? What if I had completely misread the situation with him earlier? What if– My thoughts were cut off when I lifted a hand and knocked three times on the metal door. The door slid open and revealed a rather shocked looking Crosshair. Once he had recovered from the initial shock he spoke.

“It’s three in the morning. What’re you doing here?” His voice was hushed and alert.

“We need to talk about earlier,” my voice shakes more than I would like but I just brushed that off. No turning back now. He looked down the hallway in either direction and then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside his dorm.

“Come here,” his tone was soft yet commanding. I followed him inside and the door hissed shut behind me. I scanned around the round room for a moment. It was a standard dorm with five bed alcoves and a large table in the center. I noted the utter lack of others.

“W-where are Tech and Echo?” I stammered, feeling a familiar dryness creeping back into my throat.

Crosshair hadn’t been facing me as I had looked around the room. All I could make of him was his slender silhouette and the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders. 

“Tech went to check on Wrecker and Hunter, since they haven’t come back yet. And Echo is usually in the training center at this hour.” He explained, shoving his hands into the pockets of his blacks and turning to face me. The dim lights were highlighting his sharper features. His strong jaw and long nose. His deepset eyes reflected what little light the room was offering, giving him a wicked gleam.

“Oh… I see…” I felt my chest tighten as he stepped toward me. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a faint smile. I hadn’t moved from the spot at the door since he pulled me in here, and my back was essentially to the door.

“You said we needed to talk? So talk.” Crosshair answered, bending at the waist to look in my eyes. I swallowed hard, unable to break away from his gaze. I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks.

“Earl-” the first attempt came out feeble and broken, I cleared my throat and tried again. “Earlier, in the med-bay… you had been watching me.”

Cross stood tall over me, his presence alone was intimidating, but I needed to know. 

“And then you said you ‘see’ me.” I continued to press on. He nodded, slowly rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue.

“A-and you got so close to me… why? What were you doing?” I finally managed.

Cross’ eyes flicked from my eyes to my mouth and back while he licked his lower lip. His hand pressed into the door above me and we were back in the same position as before. My heart hammered in my chest.

“I think you know,” Cross’ voice had a teasing lilt to it as he slid a hand along the side of my neck and gripped the base of my skull lightly while tilting my chin up to him with his thumb.

“If I knew for certain I wouldn’t need to be here,” I bit back with a tinge of sass.

“You wouldn’t?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

I sighed heavily into his mouth, inches from mine. “Just– I just–” 

“Yes?” His voice was so teasing, it was going to drive me insane.

“I want an answer goddamnit…” I managed to breathe out.

Crosshair’s lips crashed into mine with a fervor. It was deep and passionate, yet a sense of longing existed in the undercurrent. After a moment of us melting into one another he broke away.

“Is that an acceptable answer?” He smirked. I reached back up and pulled his lips back to mine, craving the taste that I had desired for so long. He smiled against my mouth and spoke with his lips still to mine, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Cross’ hand moved from the door to snake around my waist and pull me closer. It was a good thing too, because a moment later the door slid open and there stood a very surprised looking Wrecker and Tech, and their Sargeant with a smug look on his face. We had stopped kissing but Crosshair was still holding me tight. He dropped his forehead against mine.

“You three have impeccable timing, you know that right?” He grumbled.

Hunter responded, “You’re the one that chose to make out in our doorway.” He nudged his brother playfully as he walked past. 

“It’s about damn time!” Wrecker approached us and lifted us together in a tight bear hug. As he set us back down, Tech moved past to his workbench and fixed his goggles.

“Yes, yes. We are all thrilled for the new couple. Maybe now we can all have a little break from Crosshair going on and on about her.” Tech announced. Crosshair shot daggers with his eyes at Tech, which Tech wasn’t even remotely phased by. Cross grabbed me by the hand, interlacing his long fingers with mine and he tugged gently towards the door.

“C’mon, let’s find somewhere less crowded to finish our… conversation.” Crosshair left the room with me happily in tow.

Tech called after us, “I doubt you’ll be doing that much conversing!”

Crosshair shook his head and let out a soft chuckle, while my cheeks turned a bright red. This had been the best answer I could have hoped for.

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