hii can you please do headcannons/ a short ff about female x crosshair hooking up. they both flirt with each other a lot but don’t have a establish relationship. can you also include the morning after the hookup. thanks 👻
Heyyy, yes ofc! I love this plot smm! It’s actually one of my favorites to read about so I was really excited to finally write one! Thanks for the request! 💖💛
The Hookup
Crosshair x fem reader
Word count: 1.2k (srry, I got a tad bit carried away lmao)
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, cursing, praise kink, freaky asf, hook up, one night stand type shi, if ykyk crosshair lol
ugh that smirk…. 🫠🤭😳
The neon glow of 79’s was a hazy wash of crimson and blue, the thumping bass of the music vibrating straight through the floorboards. It was loud, crowded, and exactly the kind of place where people went to get lost. But sitting in a dim booth near the back, entirely detached from the chaos around him, was Crosshair. He was twirling a toothpick between his lips, his sharp, dark eyes scanning the room with his usual calculated boredom, until they landed on you.
When you slid into the empty seat across from him, a slow, amused smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"You're a long way from the dance floor, gorgeous," he drawled, his voice a low, gravelly purr that cut right through the noise of the bar.
"Maybe I prefer the view back here," you replied smoothly, leaning your chin on your hand, refusing to back down from his intense gaze. "Though I wasn't sure if you were actually watching the room or just hiding."
Crosshair leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, tilting his head as his eyes locked onto yours. "Hiding? Please. I just don't waste my time on things that don't interest me." He let the toothpick drop to his fingers, twirling it idly as his gaze dropped to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. "But you... you're easily the most interesting thing in this entire place."
"Is that your way of asking for my name?" you teased, a playful smile playing on your lips as you shifted a fraction closer, the heat of the bar suddenly feeling a lot more concentrated.
"I don't care about names," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with a dangerous charm. "Names are for reports. I'm much more interested in finding out if you taste as sweet as you look."
"You talk a big game for someone sitting all the way in the back by himself," you countered, your voice dropping to a provocative whisper. You reached across the sticky table, your index finger daringly tracing the rigid line of his forearm, feeling the muscle flex instantly under your touch. "Are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you actually going to do something about it?"
Crosshair’s eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing in them as he caught your hand, his long, calloused fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist. He didn't squeeze, but the possessive weight of his grip made your pulse spike. He pulled your hand slowly toward him, his thumb rubbing small, agonizingly slow circles against the sensitive skin of your inner wrist.
"Careful, sweetheart," he warned softly, leaning in so close you could smell the faint, sharp scent of his drink mixed with woodsmoke. "You're playing with fire, and I don't play gentle."
"Who said I wanted gentle?" you fired back, your heart hammering against your ribs as you leaned in to match his proximity, your lips barely inches apart. The heavy thumping of the music faded into nothing but background noise, the only thing that existed was the heat radiating between the two of you.
Crosshair let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated right through you. His gaze drifted down to your mouth again, heavy and deliberate. "Let’s get out of here. My apartment is only a few blocks away," you whispered into his ear, gliding your hand across his hard chest.
He didn't say another word. He simply stood up, his hand sliding down from your wrist to lock his fingers securely with yours, pulling you out of the crowded bar and into the cool, quiet night air.
The moment the door to your apartment clicked shut, the lingering restraint shattered completely.
Crosshair slammed his hand against the wall beside your head, pinning you against the door as his lips met yours in a deep, bruising kiss. A breathless gasp escaped you, which he immediately drank down, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a hungry, desperate heat. His hands anchored firmly at your waist, lifting you slightly to press your hips flush against his. You could feel the rigid, hard line of his desire against your thigh, making a soft moan echo in the quiet hallway.
"You've been driving me crazy all night, Princess." he growled against your lips, his breathing already ragged as his hands slid beneath your shirt, his calloused palms searing against your bare skin.
He pulled the fabric over your head, tossing it aside carelessly before mapping your body with his hands and lips. He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses down your jawline, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck until you were whimpering, your fingers tangled tightly in his short, silver hair.
Guiding you down the dimly lit hallway, his touch stayed heavy and possessive, keeping you flush against his side until you reached the bedroom. Before even thinking about joining you completely, he intended to take his time. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his heavy body hovering over yours as he looked down at you, his chest heaving.
"Look at you," he rasped, his fingers trailing down your sternum, tracing the curve of your ribs down to your hips. "So beautiful. So perfect for me. Tell me what you want, sweetheart."
"I want you to ruin me.” you breathed, arching into his touch, your body begging for the friction.
"Is that so, Princess?” he whispered, a wicked, dark smirk stretching across his face as his hands move up to grab and tease your breasts. "You want me to ruin you?”
You moan, falling deeper into his lean chest while he teases you. ”Fuck..yes.. ruin me…”
"Good girl," Crosshair murmured, his deep voice vibrating right against your skin.
He climbed fully onto the mattress, his long limbs shifting to trap you completely beneath him. Reaching down, his large hands gripped the waistband of your pants, slowly sliding them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them to the floor and leaving you completely bare beneath him. He slid down your body, his mouth following the trail his fingers had just blazed. He kissed his way down your stomach, his breath hot against your skin, making you shiver and press into the mattress. When his hands parted your thighs with a firm, unyielding pressure, you gripped the bedsheets for dear life.
When his mouth found the center of your heat, your hips buckled off the bed. Crosshair used his tongue with a ruthless, sharp precision, swirling and pressing against you in a rhythm that had you sobbing within seconds. His fingers gripped your hips to hold you still, his thumbs digging into your skin as he drove you absolutely wild. He listened to every broken sound, taking pride in the way he could make you unravel.
He slid two fingers inside you, stretching you out, his thumb never stopping its agonizingly perfect friction against your core. "Yeah, take it Princess.” he growled against your wet skin, his voice muffled but incredibly dark. "Look how wet you are for me.”
"Mm.. please.. more," you cried out, your hands tangling in the blankets.
Just as you reached the absolute edge, your body trembling on the precipice of a massive release, he suddenly pulled away, leaving you aching, empty, and burning.
He slid back up your body, his chest heaving as he stared down at you, his eyes dark with pure lust and triumph. "You like that, sweetheart? You like how easily I can make you shake?”
“Ah…please.” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down by his shoulders. "I need you inside me. I can't take it."
“Do you now?” he growled, a dark, dangerous smirk spreading across his face as he looked down at how thoroughly unraveled you already were. Then, his voice a rough order against your ear as he aligned his hard length at your wet, aching entrance: "You want me to ruin you that bad, huh, Princess?” He let out a low, wicked chuckle, a dark and deeply attractive sound that sent a heavy shiver straight down your spine.
With a low, possessive groan, he drove himself deep inside you in one smooth, heavy push. The sudden, overwhelming fullness made your eyes roll back, a loud cry escaping your lips. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his thumb sweeping away a stray tear of pure pleasure from your cheek.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and ragged.
Then, he began to move.
The pace was fierce and demanding, a steady, punishing rhythm that had the headboard knocking against the wall. Crosshair was relentless, his muscles flexing beneath your hands as you gripped his shoulders for dear life. He pulled your legs higher, draping them over his shoulders to drive even deeper, hitting the exact spot that sent electric shocks of pleasure through your entire body. The room was filled with the sound of skin striking skin, your breathless cries, and his low, guttural grunts.
“Ugh, fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his pace quickening, becoming beautifully chaotic as he felt your inner muscles tighten frantically around him. "Just like that, Princess, take every inch of me.”
"Ah..I’m..I’m close!” you sobbed, grabbing his muscular bicep, completely lost in the rhythm, your hips arching up to meet every heavy thrust.
He picked up the speed, his thrusts becoming shallow and rapid, driving you right back up to the peak he had built earlier. "Come all over my dick, Princess," he rasped, his dirty words whispered directly into your ear as his teeth grazed your earlobe. "Show me how good it feels.”
The friction and the heat built to an unbearable intensity. With a final, deep surge, your walls clamped down around him as a shattering orgasm ripped through you, causing you to scream out into the quiet room. The sensation pushed Crosshair right over the edge. With a loud, ragged shout into the crook of your neck, he thrust one last time, unloading himself deep inside you as his entire body went rigid, trembling against you as the final waves washed over you both.
Afterward, the fierce intensity gave way to a profound, quiet tenderness.
Crosshair didn't just pull away and turn his back, instead, he provided the kind of aftercare that made your heart ache with warmth. He carefully slid out of you, rolling onto his side and immediately pulling you against his chest. He reached down, pulling the thick, heavy blankets up over your shivering shoulders to shield you from the chill of the room. Brushing a stray lock of sweaty hair from your forehead, he kissed your brow tenderly.
"Stay right here," he whispered, his voice incredibly soft compared to the gravelly commands from moments ago.
He disappeared into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a warm, damp cloth. He gently and thoroughly cleaned you up, his touch incredibly light and respectful. When he climbed back into bed, he drew you tightly into his arms, your back pressed against his chest. His long, calloused fingers began softly stroking your arm and hip in soothing, rhythmic patterns, whispering quiet assurances into your hair until your breathing evened out and you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
When the soft morning light filtered through the blinds, you blinked awake, shifting to reach for the warm space beside you. It was empty.
A sudden pang of disappointment hit your chest as you realized Crosshair was gone, the sheets beside you already cold. But as you sat up, turning toward your bedside table, your eyes caught a small piece of flimsiplast resting under your glass of water.
You picked it up, unfolding it to find sharp, precise handwriting tracking across the page:
I had to report back to barracks before sunrise, but I didn't want to wake you. You looked too peaceful. Last night was more than I have words for. I haven't been able to stop thinking about the way you look at me and the way you sound when you're completely undone under me.
I know I said back at the bar that I didn't care about knowing your name. I lied. Tell me yours tonight. Proper this time. Just you and me. Be ready by 8.
— Crosshair
A soft smile broke across your face as you pressed the note to your chest, the lingering warmth of his words and the memory of his touch rushing right back to you.
