#soft dom crosshair
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Heaven is here
Old Crosshair x f!reader
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 4.5k
Summary:
You live on Pabu together with your husband Crosshair, it’s been many years since you turned your back on the war in the galaxy and decided to build a peaceful life together on the Island. Don’t be deceived by the domestic fluff, this is filthy smut.
Notes:
Sooooo…I know you’re all waiting for my Old Hunter fic but what can I say, when this art dropped my hand slipped and here we are with over 4k Crosshair smut and fluff. There’s oral f recieving, unprotected sex, Crosshair is a tease as always. I don’t even know how to tag this, domestic kink? Wife kink ? Is it dubcon if he gives you more orgasms than you think you can take? Also Tech lives, because he does and I will die on that hill. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and for all my Hunter girlies (gn) don’t worry I have not one but two drafts ready to go over.
Even with the risk of another sea surge, you and Crosshair took on the challenge of rebuilding a house in Lower Pabu many years ago. Perched atop a substantial rock, it offered seclusion, tranquility, and an unparalleled view of the ocean—a retreat away from the lively upper streets, precisely what you both had wanted when you decided to move in together. With your own private beach cove accessible from the terrace, and ample space for a garden around, it was a dream, that would have been impossible to fulfill in bustling Upper Pabu. Despite the misconceptions perpetuated by others, over the countless years of marriage, your love and attraction for each other have not faded; instead, they have grown deeper and stronger with time. You love the peaceful life you built together, as a former Jedi you had your fair share of war time yourself and when you arrived here you never looked back. If you are not occupied with helping the refugees on the island heal from their traumas, you spend most days swimming, cooking, baking and tending to the garden.
Today is a quiet Benduday morning, the weather is wonderful like almost always here on the island and you're already up, allowing Crosshair to sleep in after a late-night fishing trip with his brothers.
After your usual reviving morning swim, you whirl through the house and refresh the guest room's sheets, and the blanket in Batchers basket, so Omega can stay overnight whenever she wants. Occasionally, also Hunter stays for a night or two, seeking respite for his heightened senses, when he gets too overwhelmed or just wants to spend a quiet evening with Crosshair.
Preparations for the weekly family dinner, a tradition that you hold dearly since many years and rotate with Phee and Wrecker's partner, are well underway. Wrecker's favorite cookies bake in the oven, Techs favored wine is already in the fridge and the fully opened expansive glass doors, leading to the terrace and garden, invite in a refreshing ocean breeze, accompanied by your favorite tunes—a perfect start to the day, just how you like it.
With Crosshair seemingly still asleep, you choose to whip up his favorite pancakes for breakfast, relishing in the soft flow of the morning. As you gather all the ingredients und cut up the first Jogan fruits of the season, from your garden, you can't help but smile, grateful for the bliss of this idyllic day. You often spend time with the others but family dinner days are the best because everyone makes an effort to be there, even Echo comes by when he’s around and it’s always chaotic and fun. You decide to make some juice, a platter of fruit and finish up the pancakes before you go wake your husband, humming along and dancing around as you swirl through the big open kitchen.
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As the sun ascends higher in the sky, its warm rays peek through the bedroom curtains, gently nudging Crosshair from his slumber. Stretching lazily, he finds himself alone in bed, the absence of your warmth prompting him to go look for you. When he realizes the delicious aroma of fresh fruit and cookies fills the air, teasing his senses and drawing him downstairs, he already knows where to find you.
The last days were unusually hot even for Pabu, so he opts for a pair of lightweight black linen pants and skips a shirt for now as he makes his way down to the lower floor of your home. Passing by the guest room, he notices the neatly made bed and fresh sheets, a display of your thoughtfulness towards his siblings, who occasionally like to stay over. That you care for them as much as he does is something he always deeply loved about you.
Arriving down in the main living area with the big open kitchen, that you wanted and he was happy to build for you, he's greeted by the sight of you, happily moving through the space in one of his shirts, loosely cascading around your curves. Your hair, still slightly damp from the morning swim and wavy from the salt water adds to your radiant aura as you hum along to the melody of your favorite song. The scene before him fills him with a profound sense of contentment and he pauses, taking a moment to soak in the beauty of the moment, grateful for the life you've built together. It's a scene he never imagined could be his reality, and he still finds himself savoring every moment of it, cherishing the warmth and comfort of home in your loving presence.
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As you begin to mix the batter, the vibrant aroma of baked goods and fresh garden fruits wafts through the air, filling the kitchen with a delightful scent. The table on the terrace is already set with two big glasses of fresh juice and an assortment of fruits harvested from your garden, ready to complement the morning meal.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on the stairs interrupts your daydreaming, and you glance up to see Crosshair descending.
His distinguished grey locks cascade in gentle waves, slightly tousled from a long night and his linen pants hang effortlessly low on his hips, accentuating his body in all the right places. Despite the passage of time, he remained as lean and sculpted as ever. After experimenting for a while and despite Echos half serious attempts to convince him a scomp link would be best, he opted for a detachable cybernetic hand covered with a skin like texture, some days he likes to cover it with a glove and some days he prefers to not wear the attachment at all. The scars that once marked his skin have faded with the years, becoming mere whispers of the battles he's fought and the challenges he's overcome and the line of soft grey hair tracing a path down his belly never fails to draw your attention.
Gazing upon him, you're overcome with a surge of love and admiration for the man before you. Despite the inevitable march of age, he still exudes an undeniable beauty and sexiness and the effect he has on you only seems to deepen with time.
He leans against the dining table, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you dance around the kitchen, humming along to the lyrics of the song.
"You're like a dream," he says, his voice filled with admiration.
You glance over at him, a playful twinkle in your eye.
"Join me," you invite him, extending your hand.
With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "I'd rather watch you dance. You're mesmerizing."
As the song fills the air, you swirl around getting the cookies out of the oven, your movements perfectly synchronized with the music.
Crosshair's gaze never leaves you, his admiration visible in every glance. He knows that moments like these, watching you dance with such joy and abandon, are something truly special.
“…hmm…mhh…heaven is here if you want it…mhh..”
As the song reaches its peak, you sing along with passion, your voice intertwining with the singers.
"…all gilded and golden, yes, I'm your girl…Hell, if it glitters I'm going…," you sing, your voice ringing clear and true.
Crosshair's smile widens, his heart swelling with love and pride as he watches you, his partner, his wife, embracing life with unbridled enthusiasm and determination despite all you’ve been through.
"…hmm…with my gun in my hand, you know I always get my man..." you hum.
With a gentle smile, he approaches you, enveloping you in a tender embrace from behind before pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. His head rests against yours as he inhales deeply, savoring the comforting scent that surrounds you both.
“I love you so much,” he whispers.
You dip your finger in the pancake batter and offer him a taste, letting him lick it from your fingers with a wide grin.
"Mm, Jogan pancakes…my favorite…you spoil me" he remarks with a smile, clearly enjoying the indulgent treat.
"They just started ripening in the garden, I picked the first ones this morning", you add watching as he savors the flavor.
“Let me help you, what can I do?”
"No, no. Go sit on the terrace, my love. I'll bring the pancakes and fresh caff in just a few minutes. Enjoy the sun before it gets too hot outside."
With a final lingering kiss, he reluctantly releases you and makes his way out onto the terrace, the sunlight casting a warm glow upon his features as he steps out, greeted by the inviting sight of the table already adorned with freshly squeezed juice and an array of meticulously cut fruits. The cushions in the lounge area are all arranged with care, and the blankets neatly folded. He flops down onto one of the big cushions, contentment washing over him as he takes in the salty breeze.
Through the open floor to ceiling terrace windows, he watches you move happily around the kitchen, effortlessly stacking the pancakes onto a large plate. The love he feels for you swells within him, a profound gratitude for the care and affection you shower upon him and his family and it’s not something you feel obliged to do but it actually makes you happy. It's a feeling he never grows accustomed to, despite all the years, he’s sometimes still in disbelief that he could be so blessed.
But this morning, there's a special glow about you, an aura of warmth and love that envelops everything you do, and he feels his cock growing hard in his pants watching you. As you reach up to retrieve the caff from the upper shelves, the hem of your shirt, his shirt, rides up, revealing a glimpse of your beautiful soft ass and he inhales sharply when he realizes you're wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
With each movement you make, each delicate gesture, he feels a surge of desire building within him. Unable to resist any longer, he begins palming himself through his pants, his arousal growing as he gives in to the intoxicating effect you have on him.
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The pancakes are done, each one perfectly cooked and stacked high on a nice plate. You pour two cups of freshly brewed caff, adding a drop of sweet syrup and a splash of blue milk to your own before gathering everything up and making your way out onto the terrace. As you step outside, you find Crosshair basking in the sunlight, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his body, his gaze lingering on you with an unmistakable hunger and a prominent bulge evident in his pants, that really don’t do a good job in hiding it.
When he sees you approaching he gets up and with a few steps he is right before you wrapping one arm around you, immediately sliding under your shirt and squeezing your ass, taking the plate and cups from you with the other hand.
He sets them down on the table, before quickly indulging in a sip of his caff. Then, without hesitation, he scoops you up into his arms, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss as he lowers you both onto the cushions, pulling you on top of him so that you are straddling him.
"Sorry love, forgive me but breakfast will have to wait," he says with a desire burning in his eyes.
With a swift motion, he removes your shirt, leaving you completely exposed to the warming rays of the sun. His eyes roam over your naked form, appreciating every curve and contour as your hair falls in soft waves around your shoulders. His touch is gentle yet possessive as his hands explore your body, his desire undeniable in the hardness pressing against your stomach.
"Do you know how utterly perfect you are?" he murmurs, his voice laced with adoration. "Always so good to me, always caring, always loving."
Before you can respond, his lips find yours once more, his tongue pleading for access before before he starts trailing down your neck with hungry open mouthed kisses and soft bites that will surely leave a mark. Despite the many years, he still enjoys marking you as a silent affirmation of your bond.
Crosshair's touch ignites a fire within you as he begins to explore your body with his hands and lips. His kisses are soft and teasing, further trailing down from your neck to your chest where he cups your breasts, massaging them with skillful fingers. You gasp as he takes one of your nipples between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before giving it a gentle nip.
"Oh, Cross," you moan, your voice a breathy plea as his ministrations send waves of pleasure coursing through you.
He hums in response, his hands continuing their sensual assault on your body as he moves to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His touch is both tender and demanding, each caress fueling your desire and you can already feel how wet you are getting.
"Stars, you're so beautiful…mmh…let me take care of you" he whispers, his voice husky with desire as he gazes up at you with a hunger that leaves you weak in the knees.
Before you can fully process his words, Crosshair swoops you up, effortlessly lifting you until you are straddling his face.
“Mmh…so fucking beautiful”
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his warm breath against your core, his tongue darting out to taste you.
"Fuck," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair, one hand reaching out, desperately searching for something to hold on to, as he begins to lick and suckle at your sensitive flesh. Each stroke of his tongue sends shivers of pleasure racing through your body, building the tension coiled tight within you.
“Stars…you’re so wet for me….let me make you feel good” he murmurs between two painfully slow licks up and down your folds, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt through your core.
"Please," you whimper, arching your back as Crosshair's tongue works its magic. "I need your fingers inside me…or your cock"
He lifts his head, glancing up at you from underneath, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Not yet, love," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want to make you come first."
You moan in frustration, but his lips descend once more, and all coherent thoughts evaporate and your mind goes blank when he starts sucking on your clit.
Crosshair's movements are relentless, his tongue dancing over your clit with a practiced rhythm that leaves you teetering on the brink of release. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge, his touch driving you wild with need. His hands get a hold of your hips pushing you further down onto him.
"Fuck," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm so close."
"Come for me, and I promise I’ll fuck you however you want," he growls, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Just let go and give me everything."
His words are the final push you needed, the dam of pleasure breaking as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Your back arches, a guttural cry escaping your lips as you ride out the waves of ecstasy crashing over you, your pussy clenching around nothing leaving you desperate to be filled.
Crosshair continues to devour you, his firm grip on your hips steadying you so you don’t fall over and his tongue working tirelessly to prolong your pleasure until you are a panting and whimpering mess in his arms. As you come down from your high, he gently lowers you back onto the cushions, his hands caressing your trembling body with infinite tenderness.
"You're incredible," he murmurs, wiping away the remnants of your juices on his face and pressing soft kisses against your skin as he holds you close. "I'm so lucky to have you."
You smile, your heart overflowing with love for the man who knows just how to make you feel alive. But your whole body thrums with need, your pussy throbbing with desire after his skilled tongue brought you to the brink of ecstasy, even as your mind reels from the intensity of your orgasm, the ache for his cock remains.
"Don’t forget you promised me something" you whisper.
"Tell me, darling," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. "Tell me what you want."
Your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to form words amidst the lingering haze of your orgasm.
"I need you inside me," you manage to gasp, your voice thick with need. "I need you to fuck me, Crosshair. Please."
No matter if it starts with him being the one who’s horny, he always manages to make you the one begging to be fucked.
“How do you want me?” he asks, his fingers trailing down between your dripping folds, pressing against your entrance, desperately aching for his attention.
You can barely form coherent thoughts with him teasing you like this.
“Just…ahhh…just fuck me…please…Cross, fill me up”
With a satisfied grin, he scoops you up from the cushions, his strength and desire obvious as he bends you over the terrace railing. Your heart races as he positions you, your naked body exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. Gripping the railing for support, you arch your back, presenting yourself to him in all your glory.
"Stars, this IS the best view in whole Pabu" Crosshair groans, his voice thick with desire as he quickly sheds his pants and lines himself up with your dripping core, his tip deliciously pressing against you and a sharp slap landing on one of your cheeks.
"So fucking perfect."
You let out a lewd moan, when he slowly slides into you. His big cock stretching you in all the right ways until he is fully sheathed. It’s a feeling you can never get enough of.
You arch into him, making sure you take him as deep as possible. It feels incredibly good to finally get what you wanted, to be so full of him, but he doesn't move. Instead, he teases you, his fingers finding your clit, pinching and rubbing it in just the right way to send shivers down your spine.
"Please, Cross," you beg, your voice thick with need. "Move... I need you to move." the ache between your legs growing more furious with each passing moment.
He grins, enjoying the desperation in your voice, but he doesn't relent just yet. Instead, he slaps your ass, the sound muted by the waves crushing beneath you.
"Stars, I love it when you're so needy," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he bends over you.
You whimper in response and finally, he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. But as your pleas grow louder, more desperate, he picks up the pace, thrusting into you with increasing urgency.
Your body starts trembling as he thrusts into you with relentless force. Each powerful stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, driving you closer to the edge with every movement.
Crosshair's hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements as he pounds into you with primal need. "That's it, baby," he grunts, his voice ragged with lust. "Take me. Take all of me."
Your senses reel as pleasure consumes you, the rhythm of his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your body responds eagerly, meeting his every stroke with unrestrained enthusiasm as you surrender yourself to him completely.
"Oh, fuck, Crosshair," you cry out, your voice a symphony of pleasure as he drives you to the brink once more. "I’m close, don’t stop."
He doesn't hesitate to comply, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he drives you towards another mind-shattering orgasm. With each powerful stroke, you feel yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as you chase release.
And when it finally crashes over you, it's like a tidal wave of pleasure, washing over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. But even as you come apart in his grip, Crosshair shows no signs of slowing down, mercilessly fucking you through your high.
“Cross… slow down, it….it’s too much.. please” you whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin and the waves crash on the rocks beneath you.
But he's unrelenting, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounds into you with a hunger that borders on desperation.
“No love, I want you to give me another one, I know you can do it” he growls, his words laced with desire as he continues to drive you toward another peak of pleasure.
With each powerful thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge, his hands roaming over your body as he praises you.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he grunts, his voice rough with lust. "You're doing so good for me."
His words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, spurring you on to new heights of ecstasy.
He punctuates his praise with sharp slaps to your ass, the sting mingling with the pleasure to create a sensation that leaves you dizzy with desire.
"I know you like that…" he groans, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continues to pound into you. "… my fucking beautiful wife, taking me so well."
You can only moan in response, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as he drives you relentlessly toward another orgasm.
“Now come for me, I… I want to feel this beautiful pussy of yours…clenching around my cock”
He watches you with hungry eyes, his own release growing closer with each passing moment, his thrust becoming sloppy and his cock tightening up even more.
“Let me make you come undone," he urges, his voice a husky growl as he thrusts into, lifting your hips, slightly changing the angle to pound against your most sensitive spot.
With his encouragement, you let go, your body wracked with pleasure as you tumble over the edge once more. And when you come, when that tension in your core snaps, your mind goes completely blank and all sounds fade into the distance. This state of mind is something you only reached in your active days, mid battle, when you had to center yourself in the force and with him. If it’s possible to become one with the force, this is how it has to feel.
Crosshair follows you shortly after, his own climax ripping through him as he feels you clenching hard around his cock and he spills himself inside you, his orgasm mingling with yours in a symphony of passion. You collapse against the railing, spent, sated and panting, your mind blissfully blank as you bask in the last waves washing over you and the afterglow of your lovemaking begins to settle in. Luckily he is holding you steady against him, as your shaking legs begin failing to hold you up.
Together, you hear the waves crashing on the rocks below, the sound a soothing backdrop. In that moment, with Crosshair's arms wrapped tightly around you, you feel complete, your body humming with satisfaction as you revel in the pleasure of being thoroughly and completely ravished by the man you love.
His touch is tender as he lowers you back onto the cushions, your legs still unwilling to support your weight.
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he disappears into the house but it doesn’t take long until he returns with a damp towel in his hands to clean you up.
He lowers himself back down on the cushions beside you, his fingers trailing gently over your skin.
“I love you so much” he murmurs looking at you, and you could loose yourself in his eyes, so full of love and adoration for you. He wasn’t good with expressing his feelings when you met but his eyes always told the truth.
“I love you too Cross” you say, cupping his jaw and pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
“Let me clean you up and get our breakfast over here,” he whispers with a satisfied grin.
With a loving care that fills your heart to the brim, he wipes away the traces of his cum that is leaking from your core and trailing down your legs, his touch soothing and intimate.
Once he's satisfied that you're clean and comfortable, he turns his attention to the abandoned food, gathering up the plates of fruit and pancakes and cups of caff that were left forgotten in the throes of passion, bringing them over to where you lay on the cushions. With a soft smile playing at his lips, he begins to feed you.
"Here, darling," he murmurs, his voice soft and affectionate as he offers you a piece of pancake. "Let me take care of you."
You accept his offering eagerly, too blissed out to eat by yourself, savoring the taste of the sweet syrup and fluffy pastry as Crosshair feeds you with a tenderness that takes your breath away. With each bite and sip, you feel the life coming back into your body and the warmth of his love enveloping you, wrapping you in a cocoon of blissful contentment.
As you eat, you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking, the lingering effects of three mind shattering orgasms still thrumming through your veins. The terrace is bathed in sunlight, the gentle breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean as it rustles through the air. In this moment, with your husband by your side, you feel completely and utterly at peace.
Together, you eat and laugh and as the last of the pancakes disappear and the caff is drained from your cups, you lean into Crosshair's embrace, savoring the feeling of his arms around you. In the quiet intimacy of your terrace, you revel in the simple joy of being together, your hearts beating as one in perfect harmony.
With a content sigh, you rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. In this moment, surrounded by his love and warmth, you know that there's nowhere else you'd rather be than here, in the arms of the man who completes you in every way imaginable.
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“Look at me. Without a gun on my belt, I look like a teacher’s assistant.”
—Crosshair
#XDD#definitely hear him having this convo with Dee#soft sniper sunday#sniper sunday#domestic!crosshair#dom!crosshair#ram’ser husband#incorrect quotes#crosshair#clone trooper crosshair#tbb crosshair#incorrect bad batch quotes#it’s a lil thing
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Pairing: Crosshair x Gen!Reader
Summary: Crosshair wakes up next to you.
Warnings: None. A lil’ fluff. A lil’ angst. Spoilers for S3.
WC: 300
A/N: I have so many feelings after the season premiere! Crosshair is making me act up. I wrote this little drabble bc I love him. Enjoy!
Crosshair opened his eyes, expecting to see the dark durasteel ceiling of his cell.
As his eyes focused in the early morning light, he quickly realized he was somewhere else. The pillow beneath his head was soft. His back was comfortable on a mattress, not in pain from the hard cot he spent his sleeping and waking hours on in the detainment facility.
A soft sound broke the silence, and Crosshair turned his head.
You were asleep, peaceful and beautiful, your chest slowly rising with each breath.
That’s right. He was here. With you.
Crosshair let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He could feel the familiar panic and anxiety in his gut fading. Seeing you next to him brought him back to reality.
Crosshair slowly lifted a hand, ever so gently brushing his fingers across your cheek.
You smiled, mumbling his name, but didn’t wake.
Your skin was warm and soft. You grounded him.
His fingers trembled slightly, but not from his anguished memories. His hands have steadied ever since being with you, though not fully gone.
Instead, they trembled with emotion. How could someone so perfect, so forgiving, so strong, be next to him every morning when he wakes.
He still didn’t think he deserves this, or deserves you.
He knows it’s a stupid thought, but Crosshair is still amazed daily that you continue to stand by him.
Crosshair had accepted his fate, ready to die in the Empire’s grasp, to rot away in a cell as they took what they needed from him.
All it took was someone to believe in him. Omega didn’t give up on him. Neither did his brothers. Neither did you.
Crosshair pressed his lips to your forehead, shifting himself closer to you, to feel your body fully against his.
You wrapped your arms around him, uttering something before nuzzling into his chest, quickly falling back to sleep.
Crosshair closed his eyes, focusing on both of your breathing. Crosshair felt himself slipping into a dream, a pleasant one filled with your warmth. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was maybe he did deserve this. Maybe it was time to forgive himself.
But that could wait until later. Right now, he just wanted to be held by you.
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If you're able I would LOVE ❛ cum for me, pretty one. ❜ and/or ❛ i know, baby, you need me to fuck you, don't you? ❜ but with AFAB reader saying it to Crosshair? 👀Thank you in advance if you do!! Your writing is wonderful 💕
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Crosshair X AFAB!Reader
word count: 1.6k
prompts:
• “Cum for me, pretty one.”
• “I know baby, you need me to fuck you don’t you?”
You want to try something new. For the crosshair girlies 💋
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only! Minors will be blocked if I see you interact. You’ve been warned. Smut, Dom! Reader, Sub! Crosshair, porn without plot, p in v sex, neck kissing, making out, handjob, riding, explicit sexual content and language. AFAB reader, established relationship,brief cockwarming, creampie, no mention of contraception so up to you.
authors note: so sorry for the wait my beloved @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius . Enjoy this well needed crosshair smut ❤️🔥
In the quiet confines of the Marauder, where solitude was a rare luxury amidst the hustle of missions and the constant presence of the Batchers, an air of anticipation hung heavy between Crosshair and you.
It had been (or at least felt like) an eternity since you both had a little fun, a longing that was simmering beneath the surface met with secret lustful gazes and needy touches. Both of you just waiting for the right moment to ignite the fire.
However, one evening after you both managed to convince Hunter to stay behind for whatever reason, as soon as the door sealed shut to the Marauder, the tension crackled to life, and Crosshair wasted no time in bridging the gap between you.
With a fervent urgency, his hands found their place on your waist, drawing you closer until your breaths mingled in the space between your lips.
"Finally," he murmured against your lips with a husky grumble laced with longing, hooking your leg to pull you impossibly closer. But you, caught in the whirlwind of desire and anticipation, had a different notion in mind.
“Crosshair, mmm…” you whimper in pleasure agaisnt his lips, finding the right moment to set your desires in action. “I want to try something.”
He chuckles, low and guttural that made your body vibrate and cunt throb in anticipation, “And what may that be?”
As his lips move down to your neck, licking and sucking at your soft skin that almost breaks you and forgetting your idea, you take a step back from him. There’s a glimmer in your eyes and a look of intrigue in his as you slip the gloves away that dorned your hands. “Hands behind your back.”
“What are you up to?”
“No questions,” you input swiftly, “be a good boy and do as you're told.”
He stills, the pet name catching him off guard but you couldn’t act like you didn’t see the twitch in his pants. “Oh, you like that do you? Do you like being called a ‘good boy’?”
His tongue rolled between his teeth as his arousal became more than evident from the growl in his throat. He nods, and does as he is told. “Only if you call me it.”
When his hands find their way behind his back, you approach again and tease him. You move your mouth close to his lips, only brushing over him before pulling away, fingers dancing over the fabric of his clothes.
His eyes are trained on you, barely blinking as he watches your every move in anticipation. Your fingers graze the underside of his waistband and when he thinks you’re about to pull them down you pull back earning a dissatisfied whine from the Marksman.
“Such a tease,” he mutters but there’s a smirk on his lips. But, his hand comes from behind his back to reach out and touch you but you swat his hand back.
“Ah, ah! Hands. Back. Now.”
Begrudgingly, he obeys once more and as he’s about to give a snarky remark, your hands cup the bulge in his pants creating the most sinful sound to part his lips.
“It’s been a long time…” you sigh as you feel his cock twitch under his pants and in your hand, his abdominal muscles flexing and contracting under your touch, “…you need a release don’t you?”
“Yes,” he rasps, his eyes looking down as you fondle his cock that was in desperate need of touching your skin, “hurry.”
You giggle at his neediness and tut at him. “I think I’ll be the one giving orders this time, Crosshair.” Beginning to play with the waistband of his pants again, you give him the pleasure of dropping to your knees and allowing his cock to spring free as you pull them down. His tip swollen, bursting with precum already twitches in front of your eyes and you bite your lip to stop you from taking him right then and there. “Such a pretty cock, desperately needing to be kissed.”
“D-Do it,” he pants and you're pleasantly surprised to see how beautifully desperate he was.
Again, you tut and shake your head. “I don’t think you quite understand Crosshair. You will not tell me what to do,” you gaze up at him, hands sliding up his slender yet toned thighs, “I’ll do what I think you deserve.”
He cursed under his breath but his heartbeat quickens at the sight of you on your knees, hands wrapping around his cock and giving it a slow caress.
Usually by now his hands would be in your hair, clumped in his grasp and hips thrusting as his cock stuffs down your throat but instead, he has to hold back. And it was agonising.
His length is warm in your grasp and his gasps of pleasure echo around the ship like a song. He shivers involuntarily as you collect the slick from his tip and use it as lubricant, your hand keeping a steady pace as you start to release his tension. “That’s it, do you like that?”
All he could do was bite his lip and nod, submitting to you and then you go ahead and tease him some more, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as if to welcome his cock or even to paint it in white ribbons. His breathing is ragged and his legs begin to shake. “Minx.”
Your momentum changes, starting off slow and limp now to quickly and firmly. Your curious eyes now focused on every last twitch and movement he’s making. Desperate moans spill from those pretty snarky lips as he starts to frantically thrust into your hand; head thrown back and arching gorgeously.
One hand slips from his cock and moves down to fondle with his balls. He reacts beautifully, gasping and then groaning but as soon as you squeeze gently down on them, right as you squeeze the head of his cock, he snaps.
“Fuck! I need- I need…”
“I know baby,” you smile innocently, “you need me to fuck you don’t you?”
“Yes, I need to be inside you.” You’re about to laugh, his desperation to cum like a song to your ears as you think of all the times he had denied you of an orgasm because he liked to see your eyes pleading. But, you had the power in your hands.
You say nothing, instead gesture for him to follow before pointing to a seat for him to take. He does, eagerly. He slides his shirt off even though you didn’t tell him too. Though there was something beautiful about seeing him sat there, nude as his cock rests and twitches against his abdomen. Needy. Fuckable.
Slowly, you pull yourself out of your own clothes this time. You let it all look at your feet and Crosshair looks like he’s ready to launch himself out of the chair and take you right then and there but he holds back, wanting to cum to your rules.
With ease, you manage to move on top of him, legs comfortably placing over each side of him as your pussy hits his stomach. “Fuck you’re soaked.” He mutters, squirming as he feels himself ready to burst at any second.
“I don’t think I’m going to last long..” he mutters once you feel your hand come down, caressing his aching length as you begin to line yourself up with his tip.
There’s a hint of embarrassment in his eyes but you didn’t mind. Not at all. In fact, you were flattered you had this effect on him so there’s no surprise that when you coo his name and sheathe yourself on his cock that he lurches forward and buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning almost violently in pleasure.
You tilt your head back, adjusting to him. It really had been a long time, never had you been stretched so good and felt so full again. “Mmm, do you want me to move?”
“Yes! Ride me, riding my fucking cock.” He begs, teeth grazing your neck as he sucks on the skin, bound to leave a bruise.
“Be a good boy and say ‘please’.” He whined in return but mustered out a quiet ‘please’ which was good enough for you. Finding your strength, you begin bouncing up and down on his cock. The aching length slides in and out of you so easily, bound to be from your increased arousal and how wet you are. Crosshair braces you, his arms wrapping around your back so that you can lean into him as you fuck yourself on him.
You take your own breath away as you slam down on him harder, mixing your rhythm with bouncing and grinding your hips as your pussy clenches around him. But as expected, he didn’t last long.
His breaths became staggered, his hips thrusting up to meet yours as his assault on your neck became sloppy. You cup his chin, forcing him to look at you as you place a longing kiss to his lips and whisper, “cum for me, pretty one.”
Everything in his mind goes blank, he can barely even remember his own name as you ride him through his orgasm. Your soaking walls clench around him so tightly as he cums, strings of dirty words erupting from his mouth as he coats your insides with his seed.
He goes limp, his arms that were wrapped around you tightly now loosening as he pulls back from you and kisses your cheek gently. “Thank you…” he pants, “I needed that.”
You giggle softly, essentially warming his cock as you remain sitting in his lap. “I know you did, you did so well for me.” You cooed and you noticed him become flustered at the praise.
Perhaps, this is something you had to do again.
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A/N: Hi, @xentari94! Thanks for the request! I hope I’ve captured the cozy, fluffy vibes for you! The prompt is #29: putting ear over their heart.
Pairing: Tech x Reader (GN)
Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)
Wordcount: 384
Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, implied sensuality
Summary: You enjoy a rare moment of privacy with Tech.
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At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
-Pablo Neruda, “Rain (Rapa Nui)”
On the infrequent occasions when it rained in Ord Mantell City, the water fell in a deafening torrent. Those unlucky enough to be caught in one of the city’s abrupt and violent storms would quickly find themselves soaked to the skin by the stinging, furious downpour. Locals knew to stay indoors during these deluges, while any hapless visitors learned a hard, fast lesson.
Inside the Marauder, though, it was safe, and warm, and dry. The ship was in low-power mode, illuminated only by a few glowing control panels and the dim light filtering through the sheets of water that coursed down the viewports. You curled on the cramped, narrow bunk, your head on Tech’s chest and his long legs entwined with yours as you listened to the insistent hammering of raindrops on the durasteel hull of the ship. The steady, rhythmic beat of his heart thrummed beneath your ear, and as you rested your hand on his shoulder, your finger tapped softly in time with his pulse.
He traced his fingertips lazily down the bare skin of your arm until he reached your hand, gently enfolding it in the warmth of his own as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. You savored every nanosecond of the rare and treasured privacy the storm had afforded you, alone in the ship while the rest of the Batch were tucked away in Cid’s dingy parlor, waiting for the rain to end.
Your head rose and fell subtly with each breath of his lungs, the soft warmth of each exhale drifting across your skin. The tension drained from your body as you relaxed into him, and you struggled to resist the inevitable, seductive allure of sleep.
“We should probably get dressed before the others come back,” you whispered.
“We should,” he replied in a soft tone. “But by my calculations, the storm will likely persist for at least two more hours.”
You laughed quietly. “Your calculations? Is that why you ‘urgently required my assistance with repairs’ this morning?”
“I thought it was obvious.”
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Hotshot [c.f.99]
CW: Poly!batchxreader, group sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (m&f recieving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal and anal creampie, multiple partners, cumshots, anal sex, ass eating, spanking, praise, authority kink, cucking? kinda?, implied recording of sex, mention of weapons, mentions of aftercare, overstimulation, post season 7 pre omega, dom/sub dynamics, allusions to subspace, slight degradation, shower sex, mutual pining lots of kissing, no clonecest, liberties for hunter's tattoo, reader has hair long enough to pull, reader gets picked up and carried, i probably missed something let me know!
A/N: 5.6k of pure smut, absolutely no plot here. All mistakes are mine, repost and let me know what/if you like <3
As you climb the steps to the Marauder, something about this mission feels different. It's been months since you've been away from the boys, and almost as long since you cared.
Since running away from the clutches of the empire and charming your way aboard the ship you've become an asset to the team even in just your companionship, but it was also nice to have someone around who wasn't a clone. It made it that much easier to do recon, and also that much easier to infiltrate a group because your face wasn't spread across every corner of the Empire.
However, the longer you stayed with them, the more you valued what made them different. You learned who to go to for help with blaster trouble, and even learned to overlook Crosshair’s slights during your target practice. You’ve also learned that Hunter was sensitive to flowers and strong scents and that he had the best-smelling soap aboard the ship (and never seemed to mind when you used it). Tech, on the other hand, was always great at making you feel included, but was always, always going to double-check anything you did to the ship ‘just in case.’ Echo might've been one of the most interesting people to talk to, during his work with the 501st and the glory days of working alongside some of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy he saw many planets and cultures that you had only dreamed about. Wrecker, well, he was a big softy despite his talent for demolitions and overall penchant for violence, he was the first to volunteer to take you out and stretch your legs in a nearby city and to help you bring home rations (and a sweet treat or two) for the rest of the crew, and has even carried you home from cantina trips a time or two.
They were closer than any other troop you'd seen, all depending and working so tightly and neatly together you'd think that adding you to the mix would complicate things but all you seemed to do was fit in like sand in the desert. You fell into a routine, they'd leave you at the ship during more dangerous jobs, typically with Echo or Tech at your side to assist with any repairs as you kept the inside of the ship in order, and kept a close eye on any equipment and prepping rations and meals as they became available.
After a stop on Batuu, in which you fought every urge to procure a Loth cat, instead letting Crosshair buy you a long thin vibroblade to appease you. “I haven't given up by the way.” You shout over your shoulder, as you settle into your seat before the others.
“I've thought so.” Tech, his voice more amused than anything. “Let us not berate the woman so that she uses that thing on us, shall we? We are cleared for takeoff.” Wrecker chuckles at the idea of you brandishing the thin blade to any of them. You could hold your own for sure, but you were no ARC trooper.
You settle aboard, staying seated until you reach the upper atmosphere, locking your cloak away with your blade, settling back into the seat near the cockpit, and resting your head against the wall.
“If you need rest, my bunk is open,” Wrecker whispers his words and his voice contradicting each other. He's gruff but his speech is soft like he's afraid to startle you, he's cleaning his blaster but leans forward to speak softly to you. “It's still the biggest bunk.” He smiles and with his helmet in his lap, you can see the intense scaring over the side of his head, and your fingers twitch at your side begging to caress it.
“I'm fine thank you.” You beam at him surprised by the crack in your voice and not wanting to seem ungrateful for the gesture. “I’m quite content out here.” Wrecker blushes, as if embarrassed he even brought it up.
You can hear the audible judgemental breath of Crosshair even from your position behind his back, as he examines his rifle, something amiss and there's a thick tension in the room you can't quite place. Glancing around as they settle in for take-off, none of them seem to want to meet your eyes.
“I didn't expect you all to get so shy, I thought maybe you were starting to warm up to me.” You let your voice trail off, a hint of a tease that cuts into the thick tension in the air for a brief moment. Before Hunter sharply stands up and lets his feet carry him towards you.
Last night’s mission for Rex was messier than any of you had expected and used up the last of your bacta supply. Hence the trip to Batuu, and what you thought was a tense conversation about purpose or authority between the group. You’d overheard something about keeping secrets when you’d greeted them at the ship’s ramp and the pinched nerve in Hunter’s jaw encouraged you to keep your mouth shut. Since the tension between each of them has been as taught and dangerous as a tightrope. As the long-haired clone approached you, you sat straighter, already apologizing for being difficult before he cut you off.
Leaning down until he is practically whispering in your ear, "We are programmed to be professional first and foremost. And we are not always so shy."
Just sharing your space with him has your body reacting to him, vibrating in both fear and a sneaking feeling of arousal. His breath is hot and you turn to look into his dark brown eyes, eyes you should be so familiar with. “I am not an officer, I do not bite, and there's no reason to be formal.” the sentence comes out as a squeak, and you try to hide embarrassment flashing through your cheeks.
He smiles, his voice dips lower but is so soft you swear you can feel his words caress your skin, “Easy hotshot, we might like a woman who bites.”
Oh, oh wow. We.
In an instant, everything and all your feelings about them shift and change. You spent the last few rotations convincing yourself it was normal to feel bubbly around them, they'd saved you, and they were providing for you. This feeling, the unmistakable pull of longing and need in the pit of your belly, would complicate things.
Hunter stands and departs the conversation with an ease you envy. You take a deep breath and compose yourself just to look up and see the rest of the crew watching you, like a wounded animal, you catch just a glimmer of a blush in Echo’s face.
Rex mentioned they were a tight-knit group he seemed shocked you fell in line with them, but hell you didn't expect this. Each of them is in their thoughts as you glance around the ship. Echo and Tech are busying themselves with the controls, but you can see Echo worrying his lip, and Tech turning his head to glance at you every few moments as if wondering what will happen first. Or rather who?
Crosshair stares at you, blankly like he's trying to read every line in your smile or every wrinkle in your clothes, your eyes click together and he smiles like a lothcat with a womprat in his teeth. “You're not intimidated by us?” It's almost as if he's as shocked as the fact itself, there's a cutting edge to the statement like you should be, and then a corner of his mouth turns up. “You like being here,” he tests the statement as if tasting the fact on his tongue, “with all of us.”
You smirk, doing your best to match the heat in his stare, “I am grateful. I've never felt so important or wanted,” you swallow thickly letting the heat in your body you know Hunter can sense, speak for itself, “At least, not yet.” You shift in your seat glancing up at Hunter who is glaring hungrily at your chest as if he could hear your heart leap in your chest with every passing moment.
You glance up to the stars ahead of the ship, Tech looks like he's preparing the ship to jump to light speed. The return mission, at its worst, should only take a few days and even less of that is travel, normally you're not one for long lightspeed trips but this time you wonder if it will be too short.
The way the crew looks at you makes your skin tingle, not sure if you’ve ever been paid this much attention before. As the ship lurches into hyperspace, you let your head lull back to catch Hunter's attention, peering up towards his face as your chin hovers just a foot away from his codpiece.
Doing your best to keep your breath even, a part of you wishes to stand and kiss him, but this time it’s your turn to feel shy. You stand, brushing your chest across Hunter’s’ and waltzing over to lean against the control panel of the ship and the two quieter clones on this ship.
The moment Tech realizes you’re moving towards him his posture is stuck straight, but Echo only leans slightly towards you as you pass your hand over his shoulder. Standing at the front of the ship has only allowed them all to stare at you, your heart skips a beat. You see Hunter’s eye twitch, he is reading you like a book.
“Well,” you speak slowly and eloquently, playing into their curiosity, “How should we pass the time?”
“Come here.” the room's attention snaps to Crosshair, whose red-hot gaze is marring into your skin. Silence falls over the craft as Crosshair lifts a hand and gestures toward his empty waiting lap. Slowly, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker turn again towards you but Hunter stays strong locked into some silent dialogue with his brother.
You feel as if it is entirely dangerous to cross the space between the two. Yet your feet carry you without worry, and neither of them breaks until their vision is obstructed by your body. You turn facing the softened expression in Hunter’s eyes, and slowly lower yourself onto Crosshair's lap.
Placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself, you lean back until your head is resting on his chest and his breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “Good girl.”
His whispers send shivers down your spine and Hunter sinks to his knees in front of you, as Cross removes your shirt from over your head and the rest of the Batch descends upon you like wolves.
As Hunter’s face presses against the softness of your hip, Tech's teeth graze your neck and Wrecker's hands smooth over your nipples, you're overwhelmed at their strength. These are battle-hardened soldiers, Crosshair runs a calloused finger down your spine, and you're reminded how soft you are. Your skin is plush and comforts all of Hunter’s senses as the boys proceed to lose themselves upon you, you're reminded of the comfort they provide for you, a safety net you never knew you craved and the appetite you never knew could become so hungry.
Your canvas pants are ripped down the leg by Wrecker and Hunter’s combined efforts, the sound almost drowned out by a collection of panting wanton noises, and the scraps hit the floor out of sight.
Hunter noses across the top of your panties, letting his breath fan over the sensitive skin of your pussy as you feel Cross shift his hips and push his hard cock into your ass. All of them are in full armor, save for the helmets, yet you lie strewn out before them slick pooling in your panties as they take turns pulling pleasure from your body like they serve no higher purpose.
It's Wrecker who pulls himself from his flight suit first, and you can't remember ever having such a physical reaction to something like this before. You reach out on instinct, fingers not wrapping completely around his girth and teasing the pink tip until it begins to leak into your palm. He towers over your head as whimpers and shudders wrack through his body as though he's never been touched.
You catch a glimpse of Echo, standing slightly off to the side, watching with his pupils fully dilated as he follows the path of Hunter’s mouth on your skin his face flush with crimson. Tilting your head back you turn towards Crosshair and give him a deep kiss, letting him lick into your mouth feverishly. Hunter’s fingers trace over your seam delicately over the thin fabric of your panties as they grow transparent with your desire.
Wrecker’s cock is thick and heavy in your hand, and you clench wantingly around nothing, his hips brush into your hand with a tenderness you long to experience. Crosshair snakes a hand up your chest and cradles the thin skin over your throat, chasing Tech’s glancing kisses away, but taking the opportunity to encourage you to grind your hips against his cock.
In a few mere movements, the men surrounding you have altered your state of mind and each passing touch coaxes you further into submission. Tech shifts and lets his breath ghost over your nipples, you turn your head and catch Hunter in a deep kiss noting how different he tastes and feels against you. You let your thumb swipe over the leaking tip of Wrecker's cock, and fight the urge to stuff your fingers in your mouth to taste.
Hunter breaks the kiss and steps away, letting Echo take his place between your legs but not before using his dagger to cut the hip of your undergarments and stuffing them into one of his pant pockets.
You blush at the obscenity of it all, but it quickly soothed away but the cool metal of Echo’s headpiece brushing over your thighs. Wordlessly Crosshair adjusts the seat so your pussy is presented to Echo, leaning more onto your back and looking up at the boys devouring your form.
His mouth is hot, licking softly over your clit as you relax with Crosshair stroking the pulse point in your neck. You’re slick with arousal and he doesn’t hesitate to lick it up teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue.
You writhe, letting yourself melt against him, fighting to stay concentrated enough to play with Wrecker’s balls tugging and rolling them beneath your fingers. Eager to pleasure every one of them.
Echo’s glove ghosts over your sex, teasing your entrance with a digit, the leather smoothly gliding over your skin. Hunter and Tech each take to stroking down your thighs and holding them in place, “Easy, meshla, we will take good care of you.”
Your mind is swimming, when did this start? Tech steps a hair closer to your face, tilting your jaw up with his free hand, and slips a finger past your lips. You suck lightly, sure to match the pace at which you’re stroking Wrecker. You get a praising hum, and Tech surprisingly is the second to drop his pants and pull himself free. Stroking himself to the rhythm of you teasing him with a curl of your tongue.
It's the tangled moan of you around Tech’s fingers that breaks Crosshair, his pants unbearably tight and each little movement of your hips making him clench his jaw to stave the noises that die in his throat. He lifts you to your feet, and removes his pants, letting himself spring free. You have to admit you expected the armor to be harder to take off.
You stand on unsteady feet, in an attempt to turn your head towards Crosshair, Hunter captures your chin in two fingers locking your eyes together. “Echo.” A chuckle reverberates between them, all seemingly on board with whatever plan this could be. Echo slides flat onto his back looking up at you and the rest of the boys. The realization is enough to make you shiver. Your pussy clenches, still empty, but a dripping mess sticks your thighs together. Hunter’s eyes are burning through your resolve, there’s an intensity you’d come to respect that now sends a spike of fear through you. “Sit.”
You go to protest but are quickly shut down and you look around at the men surrounding you eagerly but patiently waiting for you to follow his instructions. Swallowing thickly over the lump in your throat, you sink to your knees and hover a few inches from Echo’s waiting mouth. From your knees they tower above you, all but Hunter free from their confines. You get a good look at the three cocks, all weeping and swollen pink across their tip, beautifully complimenting the darker-tanned skin of their shaft.
Each of them was different, which only slightly surprises you, Wrecker being the thickest, but both Tech and Crosshair meet him in length. You can feel each breath from Echo’s mouth, knowing you're probably close to dripping across his chin. You lower slowly, afraid to hurt him, until he licks the seam of your entrance savoring the hot flesh and you seek his tongue sitting on his face in earnest. His mouth brings welcome waves of pleasure as he suckles on your clit.
They pump themselves slowly, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing with each shiver. You start to move your hips in small circles while reaching to palm over Crosshair’s balls and stroking up over his shaft squeezing a bead of precome from the tip. You open your mouth and glance between them, expecting to see some kind of hierarchy emerge but they take a half step toward you together.
You opt for taking Tech into your mouth, but only because he's in the middle, letting yourself drool around him as you suck on the thick knot of his cock head, before turning and spitting the excess saliva onto Crosshair’s cock coating it with slick to make your fist glide against him nice and quickly. Tightening around the base and working more of those beautiful precum drips from his leaking tip.
You snap back to Tech’s cock, tasting the sweat of his skin, and the desire for your body grows with each passing second as he throbs needfully in your mouth.
Echo is teasing your clit with calculated movements of his tongue, licking around it in sharp purposeful circles, and sucking on it every few passes. Enough to make your brain fuzz up each time his lips seal around you as Tech nudges the back of your throat to earn a gag.
You pull off him again, this time gathering the drool in your mouth to cover as much of Wrecker's cock as you physically can. His cock is so heavy it sways low on his hips thick and so hard your body is already aching for the sting that will accompany the stretch. You use the thick spit to pump him slower, allowing yourself a moment to admire what has to be the largest you'll ever get the chance to worship.
The slick sounds are broken with an “Atta girl.” in the shape of a deep growl from Wrecker’s chest. He reaches and gathers some drool from your chin and brushes it over your lip and you open instinctively, just as Echo uses his tongue to prod at your entrance. His praise is as wholesome as his affection for you.
Hunter has taken a seat across from the rest of you, watching as if analyzing each movement of your legs as they quiver from the ravenous pleasure and your throat tightens around the length of Crosshair's shaft. His thin fingers find purchase at the back of your neck, urging you to sputter around him and the sick squelch just barely audible beneath your moans.
Echo swiftly plunges two fingers into your pussy, crooking them and stroking deliciously at your g-spot and forcing you to pull yourself away from Crosshair to let your head drop as you fight for composure. “Let yourself enjoy it little one. It won’t be your last.” Cross takes the tip of his cock and taps the tip to your tongue.
You swear, body humming and teetering on the edge before losing yourself to one hellishly explosive orgasm. It shocks you, body shaking and toes curling against the cool floor as your body burns in the aftershocks Echo works you through it with some tentative kisses to your entrance, and he encourages you to sit up so he can slide out from under you.
So much of the room is spinning you don’t notice Tech sitting in front of you until you’re kissing him. His tongue finds yours in a syrupy sweet and methodical kiss as you fight to catch your breath. Wrecker moves behind you, running his rough hands down your back and palming the flesh of your ass, striking it with a loud slap.
Tech swallows your gasp, pinching your nipples and pulling them as Wrecker bends you at the waist until you’re scrambling to your hands and knees sucking Tech into your mouth with a compliant and satisfied hum.
Hunter speaks up, “Turn around.” The trance is broken for the briefest of seconds, and you don't have time to think before they’re turning you so you’re faced with Wrecker’s huge cock and Tech teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. The passive command that Hunter has over all of you gives you goosebumps, his authority even stronger than the ache they share for you.
You sink to your elbows, propping your ass up on display and practically begging for Tech to fuck you, pushing back onto the head of his cock, all while blinking away tears as Wrecker’s size makes your jaw ache. The larger man splays his hand across the back of your head, inciting your thick moans as you work as much of him as you can fit.
Tech’s hips pitch forward and he’s splitting you open in one fluid deep thrust until your ass is nestled against his hips and he grunts at the eager squeeze of your sex around him. You work your hips in sync with your head the drag of his cock along your walls is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. He shifts from both knees to one, allowing a deeper thrust to kiss your cervix with a hiss of pain-laced pleasure. He sets a pace, hips meeting yours in synchronous harmony, and the three of you get lost in each other's pleasure.
You’re briefly aware of Crosshair stroking himself above you and Hunter is still watching with bated breath as you service his brothers, wondering if you’ll let each of them have a turn or if they’ll need to give you a break.
Tech snakes a hand around to press a firm thumb against your clit, and a rush of fluid hits the floor of the cargo space that permeates his senses. The sickly sweet smell of your release coats his tongue and he chokes the head of his cock through his clothes to stop him from cumming before he even gets to touch you.
Your vision is white, and you’re vaguely aware of the spend running down your thighs. When Tech pulls himself free with a grunt you feel the hot ropes of his cum on your back you whine, feeling ashamed that you long for him to finish inside of you. You clench around nothing and sit up to look at Wrecker who brushes a hair out of your face. You kiss him, softly at first, unsure of his comfort with the taste of his precome in your mouth, but he growls and lifts you by your waist, licking into your mouth as he helps you hover over his cock.
You take advantage of the break, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking the weight off your knees in favor of straddling him. Even in his lap, you’re looking up at him. Letting gravity do some of the work, you adjust to let him prod at your entrance and sink slowly onto him, the slick warmth of your pussy a welcome substitute for your pretty mouth.
His chest rumbles beneath yours, groaning as your pussy flutters around him. You kiss him through a grimace, “Take your time.” He whispers against your mouth, low enough you’re not sure the others hear him. Heart swelling at the compassion, you let him slowly rock his hips against you, easing his way into your heat and keeping his hands splayed across your hips to support you.
It’s a slow process, each inch accompanied by breathless and muffled moans followed by kisses and words of endearment. “You can take it mesh’la.” You’re nearly there, body so in tune with his every word you nearly forgot your showmanship.
Crosshair is to your right, one hand gripping the base of his cock as precome dribbles and hangs just out of reach from your eager tongue, muttering something in a language you don’t understand.
You swear you can feel the throb of Wrecker inside of you, and he presses his mouth to your forehead as he pistons his hips slowly angling your body in a way so that he’s moving you along his shaft effortlessly.
Breathless and spent, you let him. Being filled by him is almost overwhelming, each push and pull feeling like he's going to split you in half. He mumbles and groans into your hairline, speaking nonsense in between bitten-off praise. When his fingers find your clit you all but cry, shaking your head in protest, “Please- I can't.”
It's Hunter that answers your cries, “You can.” His voice hoarse with need and restraint, “Be a good girl.” Your brow furrows, in concentration, tossing your head back in near agony at the overstimulation.
Wrecker leans forward and presses his mouth to the column of your throat sucking on the thin skin and leaving a pink welt in his wake. You feel as if you could explode, not able to hear the sounds of your screams as you shudder and writhe under his touch, against his skin and your body falls slack with the overwhelming pleasure.
He lifts his face and you catch a pleased smile, like a loth-wolf with its prey in its teeth. As he throbs and fucks his spend deep into your core. They all see the muted smile tug at the corner of your mouth as Wrecker cums inside you.
He holds you for a moment, kissing over the reddish blemish on your throat and waiting for you to make eye contact with him before slipping free with a tangled whimper from both of you.
Wrecker wraps your legs around him and stands on sturdy legs, you cling to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder hyperaware of the wetness between your thighs. He sets you on Hunter's lap, in your euphoria, he’s lost his pants and sits still in a pair of soft cotton underwear, stark black against his tanned abdomen. It’s now that you notice his tattoo, so familiar with the portion on his face you never notice how the tattoo bleeds across the entire left side of his body.
The lines are both clean and elegant, highlighting the rich flawless tone of his figure. Gorgeously broad shoulders with rippling cords of muscles supporting your cheek as you rest your head lazily and admire him. Placing a lingering and exhausted kiss to the stretch of skin between his shoulder and neck and relishing the warmth of him against your sweat-soaked skin, in the extra cold air of a ship in hyperspace.
He runs his fingers through your hair, scratching lightly and working every line of tension out of you over a few minutes. You distantly hear the sound of the fresher’s shower being turned on. Crosshair is gone, and you fear a pang of regret and pity.
Your breath is coming easier by the time, Hunter carries you towards the sound of the water. Crosshair meets you both under the water’s spray refreshing your senses and soothing the ache of your muscles. You get settled on your feet between them, legs feeling like they’re made of sand, Hunter’s body is pressed tightly to your back, anchoring and steadying you as you greet Crosshair with an inviting kiss.
He welcomes your touch, all but overtaking your space completely as you get pressed between the two of them and lost to the feeling of their bodies against yours, Hunter nestled into the small of your back and Crosshair’s cock leaking and purple with need against your belly.
The steam only adds to the dreamlike quality of it all, tendrils wafting off the ground and highlighting the sight of your ass pressed against him. Hunter doesn’t want to hurt you, but each passing second without fucking you is making him lose his sanity. As if he might just sink into the floor with the weight of his need crushing him entirely.
He nibbles at your earlobe, earning a low whine from your chest. You tilt your head in invitation for his affection, kissing up the column of your neck and tasting the water on your skin tangled with the smell of his brothers. He makes eye contact with Crosshair, and they communicate silently as they spin you around and switch roles.
Hunter licking into your mouth and letting his hand run down to your hip and pull you to him. Expecting the press of Crosshair to your back, you’re startled when you feel the graze of his teeth on your ass. His palms run over the smooth skin, kneading the flesh and watching it move in response to his touch.
Crosshair splays a hand on the small of your back, urging you to lean forward. You glance over your shoulder as he spreads you open and licks a stripe across your asshole. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, you hear a chuckle as he presses the pad of his thumb into you and watches you with a hungry stare.
Hunter distracts you, kissing you slowly and running his hands soothingly down your back as Crosshair preps you to take him until he’s working two fingers in and out of you and sucking a bruise into your hip to match the one adorning your throat.
You nibble on Hunter’s lip, and bury your hands into his hair, tugging at the root living for the whimpers you get out of him. Crosshair kisses his way up your spine, standing straight, and this time you see them. There’s a small nod of agreement and both of them turn their full attention to you, “You gonna let us fuck you cyar’ika?”
Without hesitation, you nod. You’re not able to explain, how you were able to wrap your arms around Hunter as he hoisted you up his waist and you sank down onto his length. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the way he demanded your submission through the tone of his voice. No, you thought, it was the way he sounded like he was begging you, he commanded your attention but the way he used his authority had you believing that you, and what he asked of you, was the most important thing in the galaxy. You wanted nothing more than to give him everything he asked for and more.
They give you a moment, Hunter biting his lip as your cunt squeezes him like you haven’t already come three times already. You throw an arm around Crosshair’s neck opening your legs just enough for him to slot himself against you and slowly push into you with the cant of his hips.
He goes incredibly slow, sawing his hips back and forth and relishing in the feeling of Hunter’s cock also nestled deep inside you making you impossibly tighter and the friction of your walls against him.
It feels like too much, pain and pleasure mixing in an enchanting cocktail of stimulation, yet still the familiar tug of an orgasm stirs in your belly. You suppress a sob at the idea of coming for a fourth time around the both of them. They hush you, nuzzling against you and pressing righteous and thankful kisses to your skin, “Look at you, pretty girl.” Crosshair’s voice is so low and drawn out that it takes every last shred of your concentration to hear what he’s saying, “You look so good taking everything we give you.”
The inflection acts like a highlight reel, your body remembering along with your brain the feeling of being the center of attention during your first orgasm. The complexity of your second. The white-hot stretch of Wrecker using and worshipping your body filling you to the brim during the aftershocks of your third. Hunter whispers against the shell of your ear, “Good girl.” Reading the signs of your body and feeling the crest of your orgasm build around him, and pulling you over the edge with his praise.
He presses his forehead to yours as he follows close behind, senses overwhelmed and fighting the bend to his knees as they buckle with the intensity of his climax.
Crosshair pumps into you from behind, lifting one of your legs slightly and changing the angle so he can thrust deeper grinding into you, and urging you to lean more heavily on him to keep the three of you from collapsing as he stills and spills into you.
The three of you pant in silence, ragged breath lost in the noise of the water hitting the metal floor of the fresher, you wordlessly separate. The endorphins running through your bloodstream turn your muscles' pain into a blissful ache you never want to forget.
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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.
THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.
Warnings: SMUTTTT, f/m/m/m/m, rough sex!, Dom!Crosshair, Dom!Tech, soft Wrecker, a little angst I guess, heat/rut, knotting, a little Crosshair possessiveness, blow jobs, PnV
You are responsible for your own media consumption ya filthy animals.... AHHHH we made it! We made to the smut y'all ahahaha
Anyways, enjoy!
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He looked up at Crosshair then Tech, “She said she wants… all four.”
“That’s-“ Tech cleared his throat at a loss for words. That was unheard of…
“Good enough for me.” Crosshair stood up walking over to you, he moved to reach down and end all of this, but Wrecker cradled you possessively making Crosshair snarl.
“Alright. Easy. You all agreed to be civil.” Echo broke up the almost fight.
“Wrecker let go.” Hunter ordered.
The giant was reluctant at first, but set you back down on the ground before Crosshair. The lean clone brought you up and into his arms, running his nose through your hair, “let’s get you better sweetheart.” You were being carried through the galley back into your room before Crosshair set you down on your cot.
You squirmed around desperate to keep his calloused hands on your heated skin. He quickly got to work ripping off what little pathetic pieces of clothing you still had on. Your tank top was nearly shredded and your soaked panties were snapped off into two little flimsy stands. Crosshair wasn’t gentle by any means and it made your insides vibrate.
“Alpha.” You whined trying to get him to touch you.
The others soon started to file in. You preened seeing their lust blown eyes as Crosshair wrangled you into a proper position underneath him.
“Eyes on me Ad’ika.” Crosshair yanked his shirt off revealing his perfectly muscular chest. That wouldn’t be difficult you realized. On instinct, you spread your sticky thighs making Crosshair very happy at your submission.
“So beautiful.” He crooned grabbing your hips and tugged you down so you were flush against his thighs. You let out a sweet sigh that had the others cock’s twitch. Crosshair pushed his blacks down freeing his painfully hard cock. He could have moaned from finally feeling some relief, but he had a mission to accomplish… and that was to take away your pain and put his thick knot in your pretty little pussy.
He leaned forwards supporting his weight on one hand while using the other to finally touch your silky folds. You let out a pornographic moan making Crosshair shudder. When he had confirmed you were wet enough, he grabbed onto his throbbing cock pumping it a few times before rubbing his tip through your wetness.
You cried out and lifted your hips trying to feel more of him but he just snarled and used his hand to push your tummy down into the mattress.
“Behave omega.”
You whined but relented. He continued his trajectory and pushed through your opening making you gasp and the stretch. Crosshair sunk in until his hips were flush with yours. You let out a happy mewl finally feeling what you have been craving for days and damn did he feel good.
“Fuck.” Hunter grumbled watching you take Crosshair.
Crosshair didn’t give you a second to adjust, instead he pounded into you, mesmerized by the site in front of him. He was trying to commit this to memory before the fog of a full fledge rut took over his mind. You pink cheeked and blissed out. The sounds you were making while taking his cock was so much better then the horrible cries that had previously left your pretty lips it made his inner alpha very happy.
The way your hands clung his biceps for dear life while you mewled and bounced up and down the cot. He decided to sit up leaning back on his knees before slipping out making you cry. He didn’t say anything, instead he flipped you over roughly grabbing you by the hips and tugging you up onto your hands and knees before lining himself back up and pushing inside again.
You took him like a champ letting him manhandle you just how he liked. You didn’t know this, but Crosshair had imagined this very moment so many times in his head and it was so much better than he had ever dreamed of. You were the most beautiful thin the’d ever laid eyes on.
Crosshair was probably the roughest alpha you’d ever taken but it was giving you such a thrill. You then remembered you had an audience and turned to see the others stroking themselves watching you with intensity making you whine.
You involuntarily clenched making Crosshair hiss, “You like that huh? You like them watching you get fucked?” He leaned over fisting your hair forcing you to scramble for something to grab onto.
You stared at Tech watching how flushed he was trying to satisfy his throbbing cock.
“Tell him what you want Ad’ika.” Crosshair released your hair keeping his brutal pace.
“I-I ahh- I want Tech in my mouth.” You struggled to speak.
“Good girl.” Crosshair praised making you clamp down on him again, you felt him falter slightly.
Tech stepped forwards until he was kneeling in front of you on the narrow cot. You looked up at him with needy eyes asking for permission to touch him. He reached a hand down to stroke your face giving your bottom lip a little tap. You smiled and reached down to wrap your hand around his thick cock giving it a few strokes before experimentally running your tongue from the base to tip teasing the alpha. Tech forced himself to breathe, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.
But Crosshair wasn’t having any of that. He snapped his hips extra hard to punctuate his every word, “Like. You. Mean. It. Omega.”
You yelped before shoving Tech entirely into your mouth giving him a good hard suck and bracing your hands on his muscular thighs. The Pilot groaned grabbing your hair in his fist.
You fully committed to giving him the best head of his life.
You even let him fuck your mouth when he suddenly couldn’t take it anymore and went at his own pace. You were in heaven. You’ve been thinking about how good Tech would taste, you’ve thought about it when you would watch him in his pilot’s seat, how easy it would be for you to kneeling under the console for him.
You shuddered imagining it. Before long you felt Tech start to tense up making you double down and suck and tongue him even harder, eager for his cum.
“Please Alpha.” You mumbled around him.
He grunted and pushed your head further onto him as he came. You swallowed greedily making sure you didn’t miss a single drop. He pulled back keeping your mouth from his swelling knot, but his self control ended there. The Pilot nearly fainted from the orgasm and he had to take a deep breath before he blacked out.
Crosshair on the other hand reached down and grabbed the back of your neck yanking you up so you were pressed against his warm chest. His nimble fingers snaked down between your thighs rubbing you slowly. He felt you clench up around him as your little hands clawed at his forearms for purchase.
“Cum Ad’ik.” He growled into your ear.
That sent you over the edge.
You came with a scream feeling relief flood your system as Crosshair thrust a few more times before cumming inside you with one powerful thrust. Waves of pleasure numbed your brain as it flowed through your entire body. Crosshair fucked his knot inside your pulsing pussy before settling in behind you. You sighed feeling the first bit of relief you’ve had in what feels like days.
Crosshair gained back a bit of his sanity and helped lower the two of you down onto the cot keeping himself snuggly inside you. You had no idea Crosshair would be this kind of Alpha. Sure, you recall him taking advantage of his quarterly breaks but you didn’t think he’d be so… good at it?
Tech bent down to pick up your tooka mug and tilted your chin to pour the water into your mouth. You sucked up the liquid gratefully and nuzzled back into Crosshair. You noticed the other two had clearly been able to relieve themselves before they too settled into the room. It smelled like sex and potent alpha. You felt Crosshair’s possessive arm wrap around you keeping you pressed to his chest.
“Better cyar’ika?” He whispered into your ear.
“Yes.” You gasped, “So much better.”
“Good.” He nibbled your ear nicking you with his incisor. You squealed and squirmed in his grasp as he toyed with your instinct to mate. He chuckled feeling you flutter around his fading knot knowing that would rile you up.
When you could slide off of him, you felt a puddle of Crosshair forming under your bum. You wiggled around feeling more of him slipping from your folds making you squirm.
The others watched your eyes dilate again as you suddenly got the powerful urge to nest. Crosshair must have triggered the instinct as you crawled out from under him. He let you, and watched as you knelt down inside your makeshift nest, collapsing into the moving blankets Echo had brought you.
You quickly snatched up Crosshair’s discarded clothes from the floor and greedily added them to your pile. He watched in admiration as you very particularly organized his scent around you in a way you liked. He was mesmerized seeing his cum still dripping from your core as you fussed in your blankets
But something wasn’t entirely right, you poked your head up over the mountain of blankets and stared at the three other alphas watching you with interest, “More please.” You begged sweetly.
They didn’t hesitate for a second, they shed their armor off with practiced skill as they went to remove their shirts and under clothes leaving them in their black briefs. You sighed contently plucking the garments from their willing hands and started getting to work.
“What now?” Wrecker asked watching you curiously from his spot across the room.
“Just let her do her thing.” Crosshair threw the sheets over himself and settle back into the cot throwing an arm over his eyes content with letting you allow your instincts to run its course.
You fussed, and fussed, and fussed until the smells were finally right. Then you settled down into the pile totally content. The burning was dulled, you were covered in alpha, your nest was just right and the stretch in your cunt was making you purr in delight. Everything was perfect.
Crosshair nodded off finally able to enjoy the quiet now that the omega had been satiated. Wrecker and Hunter decided to bring their mattresses in to the room and arrange them on the floor so they had a place to lounge. Tech continued to check your vitals every few minutes and covered you with another blanket while you napped. He noted you were probably exhausted from not being able to sleep for the past day and a half.
Later, Hunter came into the room with food, stepping over his brothers before reaching your sacred little nest, he knelt down and ran his fingers gently over your ankle rousing you from sleep.
You sighed and yawned looking up at the pretty alpha kneeling over you.
“Are you hungry Ad’ika?” He whispered trying not to disturb the other’s sleep. You nodded and sat up letting the eldest enter into your space.
He very carefully crawled next to you setting the plate in your lap. You eagerly forked down the warmed rations and followed up with more water. When finished you pushed the plate away and crawled into his lap straddling him like you had earlier the day before.
“Y/N.” He crooned running his fingers over your face gently. You smiled and pressed harder into his lap happy to feel his hard length beneath you. You rubbed up against him again spreading your scent along his skin and taking his on too. That familiar fire started to ignite again.
He let you scent him to your desire. This alpha was always trying to please you, you noticed. You nudged your nose under his chin feeling his scruff. You licked his neck tasting him making him shiver. His hands went to your back on instinct grabbing your hips to guide you as you ground down against him.
“Alpha.” You kissed his neck feeling his heart start to accelerate, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” You sighed.
He looked down at you with lust blown eyes, “Fuck lil‘mega.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after Crait.” You confessed. You didn’t know if it was your heat laden brain making you confess, or if it was really you who wanted him to know in this moment, “After they forced us apart, all I could think about was your touch, and your scent. I would touch myself and use those toys pretending it was you.” You purred feeling him explore your naked writhing body.
He suddenly pulled back looking at your flushed face and blown eyes. For a moment you thought you displeased him, but he reached out and grasped your neck bringing you towards his lips.
When he pressed his to yours, you melted. His lips were so soft and his kiss was passionate. You could feel the months of pining behind it as he deepened the kiss. Your hands flew up to his long hair as you ran your fingers through the chocolate strands. You felt him buck up into you making you mewl.
Then you were on your back. The Sargent pushed you into the plush blankets and shoved his briefs down before running his cock through your slick folds.
“I could have killed them for taking you from me.” He growled pushing the tip into your weeping entrance. You gasped at the stretch, “Wanted you so bad ‘mega.” He trust in until he was flush with you, “Could’ve had you like this on my cock instead.” He leaned forwards nuzzling your mating gland and the same place he had cut the implant from you all those moons ago.
He growled licking at the gland filing his hyper sensitive senses with your pheromones. You moaned as he started to thrust powerfully. You could feel his honed strength with every movement. You trilled as you felt his entire body moved in order to pleasure you.
“Fuck alpha.” You whined feeling yourself start to near the edge.
“Everyone’s trying to take you from me.” He growled possessively, “Commander Wolf dreamed of having you like this little ‘mega.” He nibbled lightly at your gland making your entire body rush with excitement, “But little did he know, you’re ours Mesh’la. Our omega.” He teased his incisors along your gland possessively like he was fighting with himself.
You bared your neck trying to entice him to do it. Hunter had to dig his own nails into his hand to stop himself, you were just too precious, offering yourself up like that to him. It was killing him not to just seal the deal and sink his teeth into you and claim you, but he knew his brothers would never forgive him, and neither would he. Instead he continued to kiss the spot despite your squirming.
“Such a good girl.” He crooned, “Taking Tech and Crosshair like a good little omega.” He felt you clamp down on him thinking about how both clones had had their way with you. You remembered seeing the lust filled eyes of Hunter and Wrecker watching you while stroking themselves to release.
You cried out as your orgasm suddenly washed over you. You scrambled against Hunter scratching his chest with your nails trying to wriggle away from the overstimulation. He reached down to grab your neck into his calloused hand and flipped the two of you over so you were on top of him. He held your hip with his other hand as he thrusted up into you with force. You couldn’t help but cry out as he pounded you relentlessly.
You were certain the others were stirring at your sudden noise but you didn’t care.
The sound of your core squelching with every single merciless thrust threw you over the edge violently and you came again with a cry as a gush of wetness coated both you and Hunter.
You collapsed on top of his chest he came with a groan as well. You heaved and twitched feeling the two of you lock together.
“Cyar’ika, did you just…” Hunter held onto you as he tried to look down at where you were connected still. You just nodded hiding your face in his neck. If you weren’t so blissed out you’d be embarrassed… you’d never done that before.
“Holy shit.” He smirked pressing a kiss to your forehead as you dozed off on his warm chest. The Sargent lightly massaged your scalp holding you close to him as you fell back asleep to the sound of his heart beating.
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When you woke the next morning Hunter must have maneuvered you to his side and curled you into his arms. You whimpered suddenly feeling hot again.
“Pip?” Wrecker’s sleep raspy voice cropped up from the corner.
You wriggled against Hunter causing the Alpha to wake up. He immediately scented your pained arousal and sat up looking down at you. Your eyes were nearly black as you pawed at his chest.
“I know Mesh’la.” His groggy voice made a puddle of slick form between your messy thighs. He kicked off the blankets and rolled you over onto your belly before raising your hips up for him. He blinked a few times forcing the sleep from his eyes as he lined you up.
As he sunk in, you let out a desperate cry as you rutted back against him with ferocity. He snarled grabbing your hips in a bruising grip pulling you back onto him.
“M-More alpha please.” You moaned. Hunter sped up his thrusts forcing you to skid up the nest.
You pushed back against him and gave Wrecker a wanton look. The giant kneed his way over to the two of you entering the nest and settling in front of you. You wasted no time shoving his boxers down to pull out his hardening cock. It was massive, just like the clone. You realized when they enhanced his size they must have enhanced everything. Your mouth watered at the challenge.
“Easy omega.” Wrecker petted your head with a gentleness you weren’t expecting, “Don’t hurt yourself.”
You ignored him and opened your mouth to take him. You struggled, that was an understatement. He was far larger than you had ever taken. You shoved him into your mouth making him roar as you forced yourself to swallow him as best as you could. Determined, you allowed Hunter’s rough thrusts to rock you back and forth against Wrecker making him moan loudly. You ignored all of the reflexes in your throat and ran your tongue along the bottom of his shaft using your hands to massage what your mouth couldn’t reach.
To your left you could hear Crosshair and Tech stir in the darkness. They no doubt heard Wrecker’s exclamations.
You pulled yourself off of Wrecker with a gasp feeling a dribble of spit drip down your chin,
“Cross.” You whined waving your free hand around. He was quick to be by your side and guided your hand to where you wanted. You moaned as Hunter hit a particularly good spot before you slid Crosshair into your sloppy mouth. You were stroking Wrecker while you sucked on Crosshair making the Sniper inhale suddenly. You literally knocked the breath out of him.
Around Crosshair’s cock you whined, “Tech!”
You felt Tech’s distinct hands touch your leg before trailing them upwards to your breasts giving you a good squeeze before he pinched your hardened nipples making you yelp around Wrecker’s thick cock.
This only spurred on your desperate frenzy, you couldn’t get enough of them and finally having all of them… it was sending you into the deepest most feral parts of your omega brain.
Then you felt a shift in the blankets under you, when you finally pulled back to look down, you noticed Tech laying down before you with his head between your legs. He grabbed your thighs before nudging his way under you, like he does to the ship’s console, to lick a thick stripe on your clit.
You howled feeling Tech latch onto your clit sucking while Hunter pounded you from behind.
“Fuck!” You screamed unable to help yourself from grinding down on Tech face. He just growled and grabbed your hips pulling you down harder.
“You gonna come Adi’ka?” Crosshair grabbed your hair yanking you off of him. You nodded vigorously showing him how messy your face had become.
“Tech, switch.” Hunter commanded pulling out of you with a wet squelch.
You whined suddenly feeling empty and your climax coming to a halt you let out a frustrated huff. You didn’t miss the way Crosshair smirked at your disappointment. He gave you a patronizing pet to the head before you felt Tech slide inside taking Hunter’s spot.
You whimpered when he picked up where Hunter left off. It wasn’t long before you felt Hunter’s nose nudge your little bundle of nerves and you were left grinding down on him too. You returned to sucking off Crosshair and Wrecker with vigor determined to make them cum.
Tech hit that same good spot and you were suddenly clenching down on him as you were thrown over the edge. Tech grunted as he came, pumping you full of him. However, he quickly pulled out before he could knot you, giving a signal to Hunter and he too stopped what he was doing to sit up.
Confused, and desperate for a knot, you let go of Crosshair and Wrecker and spun around shoving Hunter down onto his back. He hit the floor with a thud forgetting you knew how to pin him after those lessons on Kashyyyk. He realized you weren’t holding back this time.
You growled and crawled over him pinning him under you before mounting him.
“Fiesty little thing.” Hunter let you ride him with amusement as he felt Tech’s cum start to leak out of you.
“She wants that knot, huh Mesh’la?” Crosshair teased.
You just snarled and dug your nails into Hunter’s chest determined to get his knot. How could Tech do that to you, you could cry from how empty you were feeling despite having Hunter inside you.
Crosshair walked around to face you again, this time you were eye level with his glistening flushed cock. You leaned forwards taking him in your mouth again and reached around to fist Wrecker with more vigor then you had before.
You eyed Tech as he watched you with a smirk from the corner of your nest. That bastard. He did that on purpose to rile you up.
Wrecker croaked before you felt his hot spend paint your tits.
“Oh fuck Mesh’la.” He sighed at the site.
Crosshair was quick to follow, you felt him start to twitch in your mouth and you started to double down on your sucking but he pulled out suddenly too, leaving you to chase after him. He grabbed your little neck stopping you in his big strong hands as he jerked off adding his cum to your chest as well. You mewled continuing to bounce up and down on Hunter feeling yourself near your second climax.
Hunter felt you fluttering around him and he reached forwards using his thumb to rub your clit sending you over the edge once again. This time, when he came he didn’t leave you. When you finally felt his knot lock inside you, you screamed in victory and another harsh orgasm hit you hard.
“Kriffing hell.” Hunter winced feeling how hard you convulsed around his knot.
You were sated and thoroughly fucked. You wavered slightly on Hunter’s lap as Tech left to grab a damp towel.
“You okay Mesh’la?” Hunter asked sounding concerned.
You gave him a lazy nod using his chest to keep you upright.
Tech returned walking up to you to wipe away the evidence of his brothers. Once you were clean enough, you flopped forwards back onto Hunter’s scratched up and welting chest.
“I need to hear you say it baby.” He whispered pushing your tangled hair out of your face.
You mumbled into his skin, “I’m okay, just tired.”
Crosshair left to get your breakfast and more water.
You ate without a fuss and drank the water diligently, still seated on Hunter. The Sargent gently stroked your sides affectionately as Tech took the mug from your hands. Crosshair left the empty tray by the door before walking back to the nest.
He gave you a sharp spank to the ass making you yelp and jump on Hunter, the both of you groaned feeling the tug. Crosshair drove into the pile of blankets with a playful smirk on his face. He liked toying with you, you realized.
“Play nice Cross.” Hunter grunted adjusting you slightly to make it more comfortable.
The sniper just laid back in your space ogling your body. You flushed under his attention. For some reason this felt a lot more intimate.
“Mmm.” Hunter rubbed your hipbones, “She likes you watching her.” He felt your insides flutter and he heard your heart start to race. You looked down at him embarrassed. He just smiled reaching up to massage your tits making you preen forgetting the sniper’s intense eyes.
Hunter’s knot went down and you were finally free to leave his soaked lap.
“Can I have a shower?” You asked suddenly a little shy about how much cum you were covered in.
“C’mere Mesh’la.” Wrecker held out his hands which you took. You giggled at the size difference as he pulled you up and off of Hunter. You blushed bright red feeling the Sargent’s cum ooze out of you and down your thigh. It was a lot, you realized it was probably Tech too. You caught a glimpse of his lustful gaze when Wrecked picked you up with ease and carried you to the fresher.
After the Wolffe incident, Tech had finally agreed to refresh the water supply on the Marauder and you were so thankful.
Wrecker set you down and turned on the warm water. You held onto him as the two of you stepped inside letting the water cascade over you.
“You’re so pretty Pip.” Wrecker’s sweet eyes looked you up and down in admiration.
“Thank you alpha.” You pushed yourself into him letting him wash you with his big hands. You felt so small in his presence. You quickly realized how much of a turn on that was. You moaned as his hands massaged the soap into your aching muscles. He chuckled liking your reaction. You stepped back under the stream of water washing all the grime and soap off of you. You then turned to Wrecker who was watching you carefully.
“Wreck…” You sighed bringing your hand up to his cheek. He leaned into your small palm, “I need you.”
He was making the heat return back to your core.
“B-but…” He shook his head, “I don’t want to hurt you Adi’ka.”
“You won’t Wreck.” You were feeling hazey.
“Are you sure?” He was wary. He knew he was larger than most human men.
You nodded and turned around eagerly facing the wall letting the water pour over back you as you stuck your ass out for him.
He stepped closer grabbing your hips giving them a little squeeze before running his finger through your dripping folds brushing up against your clit. You moaned and swayed your hips as he continued to prod at your used hole. He pushed a finger in with ease and you quickly realized just how big Wrecker really was. Your insides fluttered in excitement as he added a second then a third. The third was a stretch but you were loving every second of it.
Then he pulled out his fingers and gripped his leaking cock running it through your folds. He very carefully pushed forwards letting this tip enter slowly first so you know just how big he really is.
You mewled at the delicious stretch thankful that you had been stretched by Hunter right before this. He pushed further in and you were giddy, his normal size was nearly as big as the other’s knots. When he went as far as he could before hitting your cervix, you were panting heavily relaxing all your muscles to take him comfortably. You were filled to the absolute brim.
“Doing so good omega.” He praised, making you clench around him pathetically.
“Mmmm,” He moaned and started to move oh so gently.
You could’t believe how perfectly full you felt. You reached down feeling your belly bulge just slightly from Wrecker rearranging your guts.
“Fuck Wrek!” You whined as he started to move a little faster. You braced yourself against the fresher wall as the giant alpha pounded you from behind.
You were a blubbering mess feeling your knees start to go weak as the pleasure washed over you.
He laughed and pulled out leaving you feeling incredibly empty. He flipped you around and picked up both of your thighs effortlessly heaving you up into the air. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he lined you up and sank you down onto his cock again.
You let out a loud whine as Wrecker fucked you onto his cock like you were his personal cocksleeve.
“So pretty pip.” He leaned forwards kissing your flushed cheek as you struggled to hold onto him. You knew he’d never drop you, but the thrill was making your entire body shake.
“I’m gonna cum!” You gasped feeling your muscles start to contract.
He nipped at your neck and you came with a scream. For the second time in your life, you squirted all over Wrecker’s cock feeling yourself go limp with exhaustion.
He chuckled triumphantly before following close after you. You felt Wrecker lift you slightly just keeping his tip inside as he came avoiding his swelling base.
“The-the others made me promise not to knot you.” He sloppily pressed kisses to your flushed face, “Don’t wanna hurt our girl.”
You shivered. Our… your little omega heart fluttered. The implications of their ownership over you made you tingle with emotions.
When Wrecker finally pulled you off of him, a gush of your combines release poured from your core. You heard him gasp seeing it before he helped you clean up. He wrapped you in a fresh towel and lead you back to his room and to your nest. You happily curled up against Wrecker letting the others snuggle in, giving you assuring little pets and strokes as they dozed off too.
~~~
This is how the next few days went. You’d wake up from your naps in a delirium scrambling for the nearest alpha. They’d of course take care of you, fuck you, knot you, feed you, wash you, and repeat.
You noted that Tech and Crosshair were the most dominant. They liked playing with you, getting you all riled up, sometimes even denying you your orgasms for a bit just to get you to beg for them. They were learning you, trying to figure out what makes you scream. You knew they were the analytical types. They seemed to be cataloguing all the things that make you cum.
Wrecker and Hunter were much more lenient alphas. They just wanted you to feel good and stop your pain. They doted on you the most. Constantly trying to make you comfortable. You fell in love with Wrecker’s strong hands when he’d give you shoulder rubs and little massages and you loved how you could just flop on top of him if you wanted to use him to sleep on.
Crosshair was by far the most territorial and possessive. He didn’t entirely like to share. You could tell by the way he always started to make it into a bit of a competition, thrusting a little harder, keeping score of who makes you cum more, leaving his marks all over your body.
The entire past five days were a blur. You spent most of it on your back having one mind blowing orgasm after another until the final day of your heat came and you were beyond content with everything that had happened.
When you finally came out of the delirium you had really come to terms with that had happened, and you couldn’t have been happier.
That morning, when you woke, the unbearable heat and cramps were finally gone and all you could feel was how badly your muscles ached. You felt thoroughly used.
Rolling onto your back, you stretched your arms up feeling every abused muscle and had to bite back a yelp. The others were still sound asleep when you rolled to your side. You sat up looking at the four alphas curled up in your nest in various states of rest.
They struggled to fit, but it made your heart happy.
Wanting some cuddles, you crawled over Tech and nudged in next to Hunter where you leaned down to nuzzle your head under his heavy arm.
In his sleep, he wrapped his arm around you and hauled you up onto his chest before sighing and slipping back into deep sleep. You too let out a content breath and settled in resting your hand over his steady heart.
You had nearly forgotten you were still stuck on Mimban… that was until Echo came flying into the room disrupting the peace. When the door slid open the others shielded their eyes from the interior lights to see what had disturbed their rest.
“Get up.” Echo commanded.
“What’s going on?” Tech asked shoving his glasses back on.
“Theres… people here.” Echo whispered keeping a hand on his side holster.
The others quickly got up, leaving you in the nest, as they scrambled to get dressed and find their weapons and investigate.
“Stay here omega.” Hunter ordered grabbing his helmet and following after Echo.
Tech gave your shoulder a little squeeze before trailing after the Sargent leaving you alone in the now dark room.
You anxiety started to spike as your scrambled to find your clothes.
~~~
Hunter blinked the sleep from his eyes willing himself to wake up, “What’s going on?”
“I was fixing the last few pieces of the hyperdrive when I saw their man up on that hill.” Echo handed Hunter his scope and pointed in the direction the scout was seen.
When hunter peered down the scope his stomach sank. There was a war party watching them. Their leader sat atop a horse like creature with skin as red as human blood. He had beady eyes and a strange scale like texture to his skin. They seemed to be staring right at the Marauder, and his unit.
“How long have they been watching us?” Hunter asked.
“Not sure.” Echo admitted.
“Are they hostile?” Crosshair peered down his riffle scope.
“It appears in my records of Mimban, the Mimbanese have been historically friends with republic forces. The GAR had been assigned to assist the local tribes men with keeping separatist forces off of their planet’s territory and airspace.” Tech informed.
“So they’re friends?” Wrecker asked.
“Then why did they bring a war party?” Crosshair hissed.
They watched the leader wave his arm in the air signaling the other riders to follow him as he started making his way down the barren hillside.
“They’re coming.” Hunter said getting into a defensive position. The others followed in suit crouching behind the mountain of clay they had dug out days ago.
They watched the war party near, they had riffles strapped across their bellies and decorative grasses making up their clothing. The six legged horses galloped through the clay earth with ease. Very quickly the Marauder was surrounded by these observing humanoids.
The leader guided his horse to pace back and forth while he analyzed the five clones.
He then spoke in a loud booming voice. The language was strange and nothing like any of them had ever heard. Tech very quickly got to work translating the alien language.
“He’s asking who our leader is.” Tech read through his helmet screen.
Hunter stood up taking off his helmet, “Tell him I am.”
Tech translated roughly trying to mimic their accent to the best of his ability. The clan leader responded with a gesture to the ship.
“He’s asking who we are and what has happened here.”
Hunter gestured to the ship then his men, “We crash landed sixteen days ago. We’re trying to fix our ship to leave but we need some replacement parts for our engine, we’re with the Grand Army of the Republic.”
The clan leader narrowed his eyes looking at Hunter.
Hunter looked to his men, “Take off your helmets.”
They quickly disengaged their helmets and showed the leader their unique faces.
“Clones?” He asked pointing between them.
“Defective.” Hunter replied, “We’re a special unit. We were supposed to deliver a message from Kashyyyk to Coruscant when we were shot down.”
The clan leader responded, “We have fought along side your warriors before. We will help you, as you have helped us.”
Hunter nodded in agreement. So they were friends.
Just as Hunter was starting to relax, he heard the clan leader make a surprised noise, then the others made a similar sound. He noticed them all looking to their damaged ship and he whipped his head around to see you poking your head from around the hatch opening looking frightened.
The leader pointed at you and said something aggressively.
You shrunk back regretting your curiosity.
Two warriors walked up to the hatch as other Mimbanese suddenly seized Hunter and the others holding them at gunpoint. The clan leader continued to yell as their weapons were taken from them.
“What is he saying?” Hunter tilted his chin up slightly as one of the warriors poked him with the riffle.
“He wants to know why we’re traveling with a female.” Tech replied in a whisper.
“She’s-” Hunter gritted.
They all heard you scream as you were being backed down the galley. You dove to the right trying to hide in your nest hoping the blast doors could barricade you, but the warriors just pushed it open with the strength of a wookie. You whimpered backing up into your pile of blankets. The two red aliens looked down at you cowering and suddenly stopped their pursuit.
Their eyes widened slightly before they looked at each other and exchanged words.
Then you were being wrenched from the safety of your nest and dragged thought he ship before being tossed out of the hatch, splatting into the clay earth below.
“Y/N!” Hunter growled pushing against the strong hands restraining him.
You sputtered trying to regain your footing when you were once again, being forced into a kneeling position with a gun to the back of your head.
“Let her go!” Your alphas roared.
The red aliens exchanged words before their leader slid off of his horse to approach you. You trembled watching him kneel down in front of you. He grabbed your chin roughly forcing you to look at him.
“They figured out her designation.” Tech informed, “They saw her nest in the ship.”
The clan leader then poked a spindly finger into your shirt collar wrenching back the fabric to reveal your untouched but inflamed mating gland along with a few love marks Crosshair had left over the past few days.
You hissed baring your teeth making the clan leader back up and release your shirt.
He said something else before getting back on his horse.
Tech whispered, “They’re taking her back to their elders.”
You were suddenly lifted up into the air as you fought and flailed screaming as they carried you.
Wrecker acted quickly punching the nearest warrior and used the limp body to throw at a few more. The others quickly fell into action using their close combat skills and knives to ward off the male warriors trying hold them back. They were enraged watching you get manhandled.
They watched you get hauled up onto the clan leader’s horse sitting in front of him despite trying to fight your way out. The animal reared back with a loud whiny making your alphas stop mid fight as you clung onto the saddle for dear life with a shriek.
The clan leader spoke again and Tech translated, “She will be cared for until they can get our ship parts.”
“You cannot take her!” Hunter’s patience was slipping. He watching strangers take his omega from him. He could smell the anger radiating off of his brothers and your distress, “She’s one of us!”
The clan leader shook his head, “This is no place for a female…”
“You don’t get to decide that.” Crosshair snarled. Tech didn’t translate that.
“She’s our mate!” Hunter growled, “You cannot separate her from her pack.”
The leader laughed, “She hasn’t been claimed.”
Hunter knew he was going to kill this man. He locked eyes with you seeing the fear in them. You looked to Echo who was distressed and to the others who had murder in their gazes. Their anger was evident as they tried to figure out how they could overpower the aliens even though they were desperately outnumbered and out armed.
You screamed when the horse suddenly took off making you bounce around violently. The last thing you saw before the clan leader took off was Hunter and the others swinging their fists trying to get to you as your rode off into the distance.
“Y/N!” Hunter screamed.
“Alpha!” You cried trying to lock eyes with him again but the clan leader’s body was blocking your view. You tried to jump off but the red alien gripped onto your midsection with such force. You heard him say something but you couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter anyways. You couldn’t get away, not now…
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Every Time We Touch
Summary: Your relationship with Crosshair and Tech, before Order 66 and after.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x Jedi F!Reader x TBB Tech
Word Count: 4987
Warnings: Smut. Oral (male and female receiving). Some Dom/Sub dymanics.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: This has been a labor of love that took me, in total, almost 16 hours to write. The first part is smut, the second part was going to be smut but I decided it didn't make sense with everything that happened. It has not been edited aside from a very rough spellcheck. Happy reading~
It’s easy, losing yourself in the ebbs and flows of the force. Especially here, on a planet largely untouched by the war.
The Marauder landed here three days ago, with the plan being that you’d move on as soon as you got a new set of orders. Only, those orders still haven’t come.
And, as much as Hunter might hate it, you decided that you needed to get off the ship, even for a little while. It’s not as if they’re going to leave without you, after all.
So here you are, sitting next to a stunning little pond with a waterfall roaring in your ears, meditating. Or, well, you’re supposed to be meditating, but really, you’re considering whether or not you’d like to go swimming.
You absently tap your fingers against your knee, before coming to a decision. It’s not like anyone is going to bother you, not at this time of night. So you unfold from your sitting position and quickly tug your clothes off.
You set them neatly on a rock, with your lightsaber and comm perched on top of the clothes, and step into the cool water. You wade out until you’re waist deep and then you dive into the water.
This is exactly what you needed, the water feels amazing against your skin, and with the moon high in the sky, it almost feels like something from a fairy tale. You know, if fairy tales generally involved skinny dipping.
You’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a low chuckle from the shore, and you smile when you see a familiar figure standing next to the rock holding all of your clothes.
Crosshair lightly plucks your panties from the pile on the rock and dangles them from one long finger, before his sharp gaze finds you in the water. “Funny,” He practically purrs, “I didn’t know that there were mermaids on this planet.”
You laugh softly and swim closer to shore, until you’re able to stand on your toes, “What brings you out here, Cross?”
He absently folds your clothes and stacks them a little neater than you did, “You, of course. You weren’t in bed.”
“I needed a moment off the ship. Hunter’s practically radiating anxiety.” You answer with a shrug.
“Well, I can just about guarantee that if he knew you were swimming, naked, in a lake he’d probably have a heart attack on the spot.”
“Um…well…he doesn’t need to know?” You offer sheepishly.
“Oh definitely.” Crosshair agrees, as he peels his shirt off and sets it on the rock next to yours, “Especially since I’m joining you.”
You laugh, “Are you?”
“What? You think you’re the only one who needs a break?” Crosshair finishes stripping off his blacks, and sets them on the rock. He pauses and then sighs and grabs his comm, shooting a quick message.
You tilt your head in question.
“You’ll get pouty if Tech doesn’t join us.” He explains as he steps into the water and walks out to you. The moment he’s close enough, he pulls you into his arms, and bumps his forehead against yours.
“I do not pout,” You reply as you slide your arms around his neck.
Crosshair urges you to hook your legs around his waist, which, really, you would do anyway. “You pout.” He teases, “It’s adorable.”
You press yourself against him, “Yeah…well…cite your sources.”
“Do I look like Tech to you?” He asks with a grin, “I’m not citing anything. You’ll just have to take me at my word.”
You release a huff of laughter, and bump your nose against his, “Thank you for inviting Tech, Crosshair. It means a lot to me.”
Something soft slides across his face, and his hand comes up to brush against your cheek, “Well, you said so yourself, the only way this works for us is if we’re in it together.”
“I can’t believe you were listening to me when I said that.” You admit.
“I have a very vested interest in making sure that you stay happy, kitten.” He replies, “And if you’re happy with me and Tech, then who am I to argue.”
“And you, Cross? Are you happy?”
“Happier than I ever thought possible,” He confirms as he tilts his head to catch your lips with his own.
You lean into the kiss, your hands trailing up to slide through his hair, a soft moan slips from your lips, swallowed by Crosshair, as he nips your lower lip and then trails his tongue across the sore spot to soothe away the pain.
Heavy footsteps on the shore forces him to break the kiss, pulling a whine from you as you try to follow him. Crosshair chuckles and squeezes your hip, before he glances towards the shore, “D’you have to be so loud, Tech?” He asks.
Tech peers at the pair of you, “Yes. I did not want Crosshair to shoot me.”
“As if I would.” Crosshair mutters with a roll of his eyes.
You giggle and nuzzle your nose against his neck, “Will you be joining us, Tech?”
He glances at you, and then the water, and then back at you. “I have a better idea, you both should come to shore.” Tech quickly starts tugging his own blacks off, tossing them carelessly to the side.
Crosshair exhales sharply, and you giggle. “Let it be, Cross.”
“Annoying, everything else is folded-”
You giggle again and pull him into a deep kiss, your tongue sliding across his lips and then past his lips. You map out his mouth, as though it’s the first time, and he releases a quiet groan, his strong hand tightly gripping your ass to grind you against his half hard cock.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathes against your lips. “Believe it or not, I didn’t actually come out here to fuck you.”
You grin against his lips, “Oh? What a pity. Maybe Tech will be interested-” You squeak as he pinches your ass.
“Well, my plans have clearly changed, imp.” He carries you towards the shore, and only sets you on your feet once the both of you are clear of the water.
Tech’s eyes drag down your bare body, lingering on your breasts for a moment, before he steps into your space to catch your lips in a deep kiss.
Tech kisses you like he’s trying to learn everything about you. Like kissing you will answer any and all of the questions he has about you.
Crosshair, on the other hand, kisses you like he’s trying to take everything that makes you you and replace it with himself.
You love both kisses, almost as much as you love both men.
When Tech breaks the kiss, you’re a little breathless, “I’m guessing you have a plan?” You ask.
“I always do,” Tech replies with a small smile, he trails his finger down your cheek, and then across your lips, “You have such a clever mouth, cyare. I want your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Your face heats, and you press your hands against your cheeks, “You can’t just say it like that, Tech.”
Crosshair coos in your ear, “Embarrassed, kitten?” He turns his gaze to his brother, “I assume you have no issues with me fucking her while you’re fucking her face.”
“I am hardly going to be fucking her face,” Tech counters blandly, and then he pauses, “Well, I did not have the intention to.”
“Not an answer, vod.”
“Oh, yes. Do what you like.”
“Well, that was never in question.” Crosshair slides his hands down your sides, “On your knees, kitten.”
You shiver under his touch, especially when his hand slides from your side to dip between your thighs. His finger just barely brushing over your clit.
You release a breathy little moan and Crosshair chuckles and kisses your jaw, before pulling his hand away from you and licking his fingers clean.
“Actually, I had a better idea than her on her knees,” Tech says thoughtfully, and once he's sure he has all of the attention, he smiles. “You on your back, Crosshair, with our cyare riding you.”
Crosshair's fingers pause on your hip, and he glances at you, “You mean I get to feel her all around me and watch her tits?” He asks with a sly smile.
You release a strangled noise and thump your forehead to Tech’s shoulder, “Why?” You ask as your face burns.
Even after all this time, you still get flustered and embarrassed when your boys talk like that.
Which is exactly why they do it, and all of you know it.
“Because you are just too cute when you are ten kinds of flustered, cyare.” Tech kisses the top of your head, and then glances at his brother, “I would suggest spreading her robe across the ground.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Crosshair drops one last kiss to your shoulder, “That was the plan.” He walks over to the piles of clothes, kicks Tech’s stuff out of the way with an annoyed grumble, and then carefully pulls your robe from the bottom of your stack of clothes.
You watch as Crosshair spreads your robes out on the sand, and then lays down on his back. And then you’re distracted as Tech takes one of your hands and wraps it loosely around his half-hard cock.
“I know my brother is pretty, cyare,” Tech teases as he trails light kisses across your cheek, “But I would like your attention too.”
You give him a few light strokes, feeling him harden under your touch, and you’re not surprised when he shoots you a slightly frustrated look. “Cyar’ika, why are you being so gentle?”
A small, almost angelic, smile spreads across your lips, “I have no idea what you mean.”
He peers at you for a moment, and then releases a soft sigh, “You have decided to be a brat tonight then?”
“I have never done anything wrong in my life-”
His hand lands, firmly, on your ass and your sentence breaks off with a startled yelp.
“If I did not already have plans, cyar’ika, I would make this punishment much more enjoyable.” You shiver at his tone of voice, and he presses a light kiss to your forehead, as he massages the sore spot on your ass, “Perhaps later tonight.”
You watch as his gaze flickers past you, and then he locks his gaze with yours again. His rough, calloused hands settle on your hips and he lifts you just enough that he’s able to move you to stand next to where Crosshair is laying.
“How would you like her positioned, vod?” Tech asks lightly, as though he’s commenting on the weather and not manhandling your naked body.
Crosshair’s gaze drags across your body for a moment, and then he smirks, “I was going to say that I want to stuff her full with my cock, but I changed my mind.”
“Oh?”
“I want her to sit on my face.”
“Oh, but-” Two pairs of eyes lock on your face, and you duck your head, “I don’t want to hurt you-”
Crosshair laughs, “I don’t know if you remember this, kitten. But I’m a decently strong guy. You can only hurt me if you try.” With Tech’s help, the two men lower you so that you’re hovering just over his face.
“Are you sure-” You yelp when Crosshair roughly pulls you down so that your pussy is settled over his mouth. His tongue immediately darts out to drag along your folds, and your yelp turns into a moan of pleasure.
“There we go,” Tech murmurs, “No need for such anxiety, cyare.” He moves so that he’s standing next to you and he rests his hand on your head, smoothing your hair for a moment, “Open up for me, darling.”
You part your lips for him, obediently, and he presses the head of his cock against your lips.
“You remember what to do if you need a break?” Tech asks, and his gaze softens when you tap his thigh twice in quick succession, “Good girl.”
And then he pushes the head of his cock past your lips, and lets you do whatever you want.
The dual sensations of Crosshair alternating between flicking your clit with his tongue, shoving his tongue as deep inside you as he can, and sucking on your clit, combined with the feel of Tech, heavy in your mouth, and the taste of his precum on your tongue, is almost too much.
Almost.
But you’ve been in a relationship with them for a while now, and you’re not a blushing virgin anymore. You’ve had a lot of practice using your mouth on both of them, and you have a few tricks to push them over the edge quickly.
For Tech, all you have to do is trail your fingers over his balls while hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard.
Which is exactly what you do, pulling a hoarse groan from his lips, “Kriff, should have tied you up.” He gasps as his hand fists in your hair, and he starts lightly directing you how to move by moving your head for you.
Crosshair closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard as he eases two of his fingers into you and curls them, pressing them right against that spot inside you that makes you see stars.
Your hips, which had been rocking against his face, using his mouth for your pleasure, stutter as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm. You just need a little bit more, but you aren’t able to vocalize it.
Luckily, Crosshair knows you as well as you know him, and one of his fingers slides across your folds, and then further back to circle the tight ring of muscles of your asshole.
And you shatter with an almost broken moan, your vision dimming as you plummet over the edge.
Tech pulls himself from your mouth and Crosshair quickly lifts you and moves you down his body, quite happily pulling you down on his solid cock until he’s completely bottomed out.
“There you go, kitten.” Crosshair mumbles as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand, before he slides his hands to caress your breasts, “Move for me, sweetheart.”
“You need to open your mouth again, cyare.” Tech whispers, a proud smile crossing his face as you mindlessly obey him, “Good girl. Such a good girl.”
He’s just about to slide his cock past your lips again, and Crosshair is just about to start thrust up into you, when all three of you are distracted by heavy footsteps.
“Crosshair? Tech?” Hunter’s voice echoes from the forest, and then there’s an explosive sigh, “I’m not going to come any closer because I do not need to see what I can smell.” He sounds deeply grieved.
“Go away, Hunter.” Crosshair snaps as he pinches your nipples and pulls a soft moan from your lips. “We’re busy.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” Hunter calls back, “We have new orders.”
There’s absolute silence for a moment.
“If I have to come over there and get you-” Hunter threatens.
“We will return to the ship shortly.” Tech calls, “We need…an hour?”
Crosshair searching your face for a moment, “Not even. 30 minutes, to give her time to recover.”
“An hour would be preferable.” Tech argues.
“Five hours would be preferable, but orders are orders.” Crosshair counters. He sits up and caresses your cheek, “I’m afraid we’re not going to get to play like we wanted to, kitten.”
“S’okay.” You whisper to him, though you are careful to make sure that Tech can hear you too.
Tech settles back, “We need thirty minutes, Hunter.” He calls.
“Fine, but if you’re not back in thirty-” He leaves the threat hanging, and then he stomps away.
“You first, Crosshair.” Tech says quietly, something quietly wistful on his face, “I will have my turn when you finish. We will just have to play properly later.”
You lean your forehead against Crosshair’s, your breathing heavy, as he thrusts up into you.
“Deal.” Crosshair replies with a glance at his brother, before focusing his attention on you, a small smirk crossing his lips, “Ready kitten?”
“Always-” You gasp out in response.
The events of Beloved happen here
“I appreciate you doing this,” You say as you press the palm of your hand over your new, well, newish cybernetic eye. You’ve come to learn that entering and leaving the atmosphere makes the cybernetic feel very uncomfortable.
“Ya don’t have ta thank me, kiddo.” The pilot, a Chiss man with bleached blonde hair, drawls as his hands fly over the console, “Yer…da and ya…Ah still owe ya more’n ya owe me.”
A small smile lifts your lips, “You owe me nothing, Cid.”
“Bah, in yer opinion.” He glances at you, “Yer eye botherin’ ya?”
“It’s not fond of pressure changes,” You admit, “I guess that removes deep sea diver from my list of future professions.” You cast your gaze out the front window, “So this is Pabu?”
“Yup, like a glimmerin’ gem.”
“Cid, I didn’t know you were a poet.”
He flashes you a roguish grin, “Ma lady loves it.”
Your smile widens slightly, though it fades when you turn your attention back to the planet.
6 months ago, the clones turned on you and your fellow Jedi. The majority of your brethren were wiped out before they even knew that they were in danger.
You had been in the temple, catching up on some school work that you missed out on due to the war.
It was a blessing, perhaps.
After all, if you had been on Kamino, you’d definitely be dead. Rather than just…
Your fingers glide down the smooth metal of your new prosthetic arm, a gift from Senator Riyo Chuchi, just like your new cybernetic eye. She even offered you shelter for the last six months, while you recovered from your injuries.
You’ll never be able to pay her back.
Still, she swears up and down that Pabu is a safe place, a good place for someone like you to vanish. And you need to vanish.
“A’right there, kiddo?”
“Yeah. Just…lost in thoughts.”
He reaches over and lightly grips your shoulder, though he doesn’t say anything as he focuses his attention on bringing the ship down to the landing pad.
He says nothing until the ship settles on the landing pad, and then he turns to look at you, his crimson eyes scanning your face. “Bein’ a Jedi taught ya how to survive. Taught ya how to adapt. Yer gonna be fine, kiddo. An’ if yer not…jus’ give ol Cid a holler.”
You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, “Thank you, Cid. Really. It’s nice to know that the Jedi still have some friends in the galaxy.”
“More’n ya might believe.” He places both of his hands on your shoulders, and squeezes, “See ya around, kiddo.”
You nod once, and then slide out of the co-pilot’s seat to gather the one bag that you have from your life before, and you step off the ship and onto the landing pad to start your new life.
You move to the edge of the landing pad as Cid powers his ship back on and takes back to the sky, and then you turn to get your bearings. The island isn’t large, you can only imagine that everyone knows everyone.
Still, according to Riyo, this is a refugee planet, so maybe people don’t dig here.
You step off of the landing platform to follow the path towards the building that you can only guess is the welcoming center.
The woman at the desk, a Togruti woman, is very patient with you as she processes your citizenship. She doesn’t ask many questions, though she does eye your prosthetics and scars with a sympathetic smile.
“Welcome to Pabu,” She says quietly, “I hope you find peace here.” She presses a map into your hands, as well as written instructions to the nearest hotel.
Useful.
So you thank her, and then step out the main doors.
Pabu is a tropical island, which means hot. You’re immediately grateful that Cid suggested that you switch to a tank top and shorts rather than the longer clothes that you’ve taken to wearing since you lost your arm.
It’s also humid. So humid. Humid enough that you’re sure that your hair is already getting frizzy.
You sigh and rub the back of your neck and pull your hair off your neck with a hair clip, and then you focus your attention on the written instructions in your hand.
“After leaving the welcoming center,” You mumble to yourself, “follow the sidewalk to the left until you reach the jewelry store, then turn right-” You look around and then you hoist your bag up on your shoulder and you start following the sidewalk.
“Jewelry store? Jewelry store…oh! Jewelry store.” The shop is, quite literally named, Jewelry Store. Handy. You glance at the note again, “Turn right, and follow the sidewalk until you reach the whale statue.”
You glance both ways, before you cross the street and you start walking.
You pause as a shop door flies open and a small girl with short blonde hair darts out into your path, running into your leg, “Ah! I’m sorry!” She blurts, as she looks up at you.
She has a very familiar face. A very, very familiar face.
“No harm done,” You reply, your voice slightly strangled.
The girl stares at you, and then beams, “Oh! You must be a new arrival! My name is Omega.”
Well, so much for your hope that she just looks like a clone.
You introduce yourself with a small smile, even as you carefully, very carefully, reach out through the force to try and determine if you’re in any danger.
There are no warnings, and so you relax. Ever so slightly.
“Um…wait…” Omega reaches up and twists a strand of pale blonde hair between her fingers, and you jolt in surprise. It’s weird, seeing your habits on another person. You used to twist your padawan beads when you were trying to remember something, and when you were promoted, you took to rolling some of your hair between your fingers.
A habit that Hunter took up when you took command of Clone Force 99.
“I know your name…” the little girl murmurs. “Why do I know your name-?”
The door to the shop slides open again, “There you are, Omega. I was wondering where you ran off to.”
You turn your gaze to the veritable wall of muscle that just came out of the shop.
You’d recognize Wrecker anywhere. Even dressed down in civvies.
It’s funny, you thought you’d be nervous about running into any of your men. Especially after the temple. But you’re calm, peaceful even.
“There’s a new person, Wrecker. And her name sounds familiar-”
“Well, names are names Omega.” Wrecker replies, before he finally glances at you, “Welcome to Pab-” He stops mid-sentence. You see his gaze dart to your cybernetic eye, and then drop to the prosthetic arm, “...General?” Wrecker, who’s usually so loud and enthusiastic, sounds hushed and disbelieving.
He sounds guilty.
And you can’t allow that.
So you flash the smallest smile, “Hey, Wreck.”
Wrecker drops his shopping bags into Omega’s arms, pulling a disgruntled noise from her lips, before he tugs you into a tight hug, “Thought you were dead.” He says against the top of your head, “Tech and Cross will be thrilled-”
You don’t move for a moment, and then you release a sigh and wrap your arms around him as well, “I got lucky,” You admit, not the least bit surprised when he doesn’t release you.
He finally pulls back, his hands warm on your shoulders, and his gaze darts across the scars covering your body. You can see the questions on his face, but he swallows them, with difficulty, and instead squeezes your shoulders, “You’re coming home with us.” Wrecker announces, “It's where you’re supposed to be.”
“If you insist.” And it’s as simple as that.
The house your boys share is located near the water. It’s a massive house, big enough that they all probably have their own rooms. That had to have come as a shock to them, seeing as they shared for most of their lives.
Wrecker leads you up the stairs, with Omega in the lead. The little girl isn’t sure what to make of you, not that you blame her. You have just as many questions about her as she probably has about you.
“So this is where we live.” Wrecker says as he leads you into the house, “It’s kinda big, but it’s nice too. We never had our own space before.”
There’s light footsteps coming from the kitchen area, “Who are you talking to, Wrecker?” Crosshair asks as he steps into the front hall, his gaze locked on his brother, before it drops to land on you.
Crosshair stops.
His sharp eyes lock on your arm, your eye, your scars.
And then he’s moving, shoving past Wrecker and stopping only a little bit in front of you. His hand, rough and calloused, gently grips your chin and he tilts your head back so he can see your eyes properly, “Oh, kitten.” He breathes out.
He doesn’t ask what happened. He doesn’t have to.
“Hi Cross.” You whisper.
He releases your chin and his fingers move to your prosthetic arm, to the scars that mar your once barely scarred body.
There’s more footsteps, and then Tech is there. His gaze finds you immediately, and he quickly moves to stand next to Crosshair, his eyes cataloging the array of healed injuries covering your body.
It doesn’t take much longer for Hunter and Echo to join the crowd in the hallway, with Omega watching everyone with confusion on her face.
It’s a confusion you understand, though you’re sure that your confusion isn’t at all similar to hers.
Slowly you set your bag on the ground and you hold up a single hand, “Boys.” You don’t raise your voice. You don’t have to. All five of them immediately fall silent when you speak.
You don’t understand.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath before you open them again, “I’ve had the…most awful of times.” You say, quietly. “I would, very much, like to know what crime my people committed to deserve to be executed in our own home.”
The faces around you change. Delight morphs into something stricken. “You…don’t know?” Hunter asks.
You glance at him, “Tell me.”
Hunter takes a deep breath, “Yes ma’am.”
One very, very long conversation later and you finally understand. The knowledge that the men hadn’t turned on the Jedi willingly, that they were forced to do it, eased a hurt that had been festering in your heart.
Though now your heart hurts for the men who are little more than slaves to the Empire.
But that was earlier. Now you’re sitting on Crosshair’s bed, your back pressed against the headboard while he makes room for your stuff in his closet. Tech is messing with something at Crosshair’s desk, and they’re both completely silent.
Crosshair, you know, will wait for you to say something. He’s incredibly patient like that.
You suspect that Tech is going to break first.
And you're right, as only moments after you have that thought, Tech pushes the chair back and moves to the bed to sit next to you. There’s probably a million questions running through his mind, but you can wait for him to settle on one.
But he surprises you.
He doesn’t ask anything, instead his hand moves to a large scar on your shoulder. There’s something pained and guilty on his face.
You reach out and press your hand against his cheek, “It’s not your fault.” You whisper, “Either of you.”
Crosshair drops a jacket to the ground and joins you on the bed, his strong arms slide around your waist and he drops a feather light kiss to your throat, “We should have been there.”
“We thought you were dead.” Tech adds, sounding so deeply pained that your heart lurches.
“I’m sorry,” You comb your fingers through Tech’s hair, and he sighs as he presses his forehead against your other shoulder.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Crosshair says roughly, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
You shift and lay your cheek against the top of his head, and his arms tighten around you.
“It’s funny,” Crosshair murmurs against your skin, “I genuinely thought that the only thing I would want when I had you back in my arms is to make you fall apart for me. But now that you’re here, all I want is to hold you.”
You laugh softly, “I love you too, Cross.” You say as you press a light kiss to the top of his head.
Tech presses himself firmly against your other side, “When things get back to normal,” He murmurs, “I would like to give you a full examination, so that I can see how your prosthetics and cybernetics work. So I can keep you healthy.”
“Of course.”
“No one is ever going to hurt you again, cyare.” Tech promises.
“That’s not your job, Tech. But thank you all the same.” You whisper as you press a kiss to the top of his head as well.
And then you squeak as you’re tugged down the bed so your head is resting on one of Crosshair’s pillows. His face is pressed against your neck, and his legs are tangled with yours. Tech rests his head on your shoulder, his fingers threading with yours.
For the first time in months, you feel safe.
And slowly you drift off to sleep. Sure that this was part of their plan.
Your boys always did know you better than anyone.
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The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 2 Of 2
Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Dry Humping/Thigh Riding/Strong Language/Soft Dom/Dirty Talk/Public Sexual Activities (More Or Less)/18+
PART 1 (Hunter/Echo/Tech)
Wrecker
You're all hot, your thighs cling to his. It had happened rather unintentionally at first. Wrecker cuddled with you, it's already late, and his leg is half between your thighs. He moves and immediately feels you respond, the little gasp, the heated cheeks, the flash of your eyes.
Wrecker flexes his muscles, moving his massive thigh carefully between yours, creating even more friction.
"You like that, don't you?"
You bite your lower lip, flash him a suggestive smirk, and nod.
Wrecker suddenly rolls onto his back and yanks you along with him, eliciting a startled yelp. You're sitting over him now, still his massive thigh between yours.
"Come on sweetie, let off steam, ride on".
You hesitate only very briefly, the offer is too appealing and as he tenses his muscles again, the temptation just too great. You move your hips, rubbing your pussy over his hard tensed bare thighs, your panties already all wet.
Your clit is throbbing, your hands are resting on his broad chest, your fingernails are leaving marks. But Wrecker doesn't complain, he watches you fascinated, his huge cock, bulges unmistakably in his tight-fitting boxers.
Your gaze wanders right there, and the sight sends new, hot impulses through your pussy. You climb off his thigh, right over his lap, and start rubbing against his hard length. Wrecker lets out a surprised but definitely aroused gasp, licking his lips.
Pressure builds in your abdomen, a tingling that pulses harder and harder, making your pussy twitch as your juices seep through the fabric of your panties and his boxers. Your hips are getting faster and faster.
"That's my girl, keep riding".
You hoarsely moan his name, feeling the climax building, every muscle taut, a deep tingle in every nerve ending.
"I'm gonna-"
Wrecker nods, "Me too."
You feel his cock pulsing close to your pussy as you rub against him, a gasp catching in your throat as your orgasm floods your senses and makes your thighs quiver, a pulse sweeping over you like a wave.
You see Wrecker beneath you doing the same, and a satisfied smile spreads across your lips. After a few heavy breaths, Wrecker grins at you.
You say, "You're better than any roller coaster ride," and elicit a happy laugh from him.
Crosshair
He has you pressed against the wall, one of his thighs between yours. One of his hands is clawed at your hip, the other is on your neck. Crosshair is particularly dominant today, and you love it.
Your skirt is pushed up slightly and his thigh plate rubs over the fabric of your panties. You clearly feel how you get wet, an initially tender pulse arises. With each of his movements, this pulse increases, tingling in your clit, in your pussy. But suddenly he stops completely. Restlessly, you move your hips, seeking the delightful friction against his thigh, and a grin shows on his face.
"That's a good girl, get what you need, rub against me".
Crosshair presses his thigh against your pubic again and holds still. Heat of shame rises in your cheeks, but still you continue to rub against him, unable to resist that tingle as he holds you pressed against the wall.
Your hips continue to move, chasing this sensation that increases with each rub.
Crosshair's lips descend on yours, engaging them in a fiery kiss that sets off a firestorm in your nerve endings. The tingling in your belly spreads to your chest, the pulse in your pussy intensifies, you feel your juices by now seeping through your panties onto his thigh plate.
You hear voices, not too far away. Crosshair has pulled you into a corner in a public city garden. People can't see you directly unless they're looking for you, but they can hear you because the walkway passes very close to the bushes and the wall of the house where you are.
His lips leave yours, but his face remains very close, you feel his hot breath on your skin. Your thighs, clasped around his, begin to tremble, your hip movements become faster.
You bite your lower lip, desperate not to be too loud. Your breathing is heavy and fast. You see a small smile twitch around the corners of his mouth. The pulse in your pussy peaks. Your mouth flaps open, the gasp catches in your throat, your movements become slower, more erratic, while the intense tingling first reaches an explosive peak, then, very slowly, fades away.
You hear him laugh softly.
"Good girl," he says, removing his codpiece.
Crosshair pulls his thigh back between yours, reaches under your skirt, and slowly pulls your wet panties down, to your ankles. He turns you around, facing back toward him, and presses himself against you.
"Continue to be a good girl and bend over".
Rex
He knows you really shouldn't be doing this right now, but he looks at you, sees how much you enjoy it, how aroused you are, and can't resist. His hands are on your buns, helping the movements of your hips as you rub your pussy against his thigh.
He's sitting on an ammo crate in the hold of a gunship, in the hangar. In the distance you hear voices, footsteps and other sounds, people crossing the hangar. His heart is beating up to his neck, afraid you might get caught.
His thigh plate is lying on the box next to you, he has tightened his muscle on which you are rubbing so pleasurably, sighing softly and moaning. He looks into your face, and he loves this expression when you are horny and greedily seeking release on his body.
His cock, despite all the fear of being caught, is rock hard and pulsing impatiently behind his codpiece. But there is no time for that now, besides he has nothing with him to clean up a possible mess.
This wasn't planned, it just happened. Actually you came here to say goodbye, Rex was supposed to leave for a mission that would probably take a few days, maybe even weeks.
But now you're riding his thigh, rubbing against it, your arms clasped around his shoulders as if your life depended on it.
Your arousal has already soaked through his Blacks, seeping through the fabric down to his skin. He would later reattach the plate to it, hoping no one would see the stain.
You hastily removed your pants, lying next to Rex's thigh plate. His strong hands greedily knead your buns, pressing you harder against his thigh. He wishes you had time for more.
In your belly there is a throbbing, a tingling, just like in your pussy, your clit. The tingling travels through all nerve endings, like a wave that finds its climax, its impact on the shore, between your thighs.
You tremble with excited tension, moaning out, but Rex hastily puts one of his hands over your mouth.
"Darlin', you need to keep it down," he says gently but seriously.
You don't listen to him at all, your thighs clinging to his, trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you. With Rex's hand on your mouth, you roll your eyes back and your fingers cling to the armor on his shoulders.
Rex can't help but stare at you, fascinated. He smiles, but he also sighs softly, wistfully. He wants to pull you closer into his arms, but you surprise him when you hurriedly stand up and put on your pants.
That's probably better, he thinks silently, after all, you could be caught here at any moment. But to his renewed surprise, you don't plan to leave, or say goodbye, at least not as he imagined.
Rex is still sitting in front of you on the crate. You push his thighs apart and kneel between them, hastily loosening his codpiece and grinning cheekily at him from below.
"You didn't think I'd let you go short, did you?"
Fives
You're sitting at a table with Fives at 79's, actually on his lap with your back to him. It's loud, the music vibrates through your whole body. The club is full, the dance floor is full, as are all the other tables and the bar.
Still, you've been secretly rubbing up against him, covered by the table. Fives has specially taken off his thigh plate, so you can rub your pussy against his tense muscle. Your movements are subtle, barely noticeable, you can't move as you'd like to chase your climax.
Five's mouth comes close to your ear, and he asks over the loud music, "Do you want more?"
You lean toward him and say, "I can't, too many people."
But that doesn't bother Fives as he reaches forward, between your legs under your skirt. His fingers wander, immediately under the fabric of your panties and deftly find the small, sensitive pearl that instantly begins to pulsate under his touch.
You look around, startled, but no one seems to be paying any particular attention to you. Fives act is covered by the table and as long as no one gets on their knees near your table, it will stay that way.
He rubs your clit with pleasure, you can't see his face at the moment, but you know there's a self-satisfied smile on his lips, especially when he feels your thighs tighten.
He pushes you forward a bit on his lap so that he can also reach under your skirt and between your legs from behind, with his other hand. With ease, he pushes the fabric of the panties aside, finds your wet hole and gently slides first one, then a second finger between your slick walls and begins to gently pump. Your juices drip down his fingers as he stimulates you in this way and the fingertips of his other hand, continue to dance diligently over your clit, almost matching the beat of the music.
Every muscle in your body is tense with excitement. Fives knows every point by now, every movement that gets you going. You'd love to moan out loud and snuggle up to him uninhibited while he fingers you, but you have to pull yourself together.
As he feels your pussy twitch, his fingers speed up, in your cleft as well as on your clit. The intensity increases very quickly and steadily all at once. The knot in your belly dissolves into a pulse coursing through your twitching pussy, tingling all the way down to your toes.
Fives has felt it clearly. He teasingly tickles your pearl and the entrance to your hole he penetrated earlier with his fingers, making you twitch briefly from the over stimulation. Finally, he lets go of you, leans close to your ear again and says, "Good girl".
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In More Ways Than One, Part 9 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Wrecked
Summary: Everything seems perfect the morning after - until Wrecker starts acting strange.
Tags: 18+ smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, basically, all the good stuff
Warnings: Dom drop, aftercare, breeding kink, shiny's being jerks.
Notes: I'm experimenting writing more with less, since sometimes I get too caught up in the words - I may or may not like it. Regardless, please enjoy Wrecker being a sweet boy.
Word Count: 5k+
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10
The bliss of a truly rested sleep is really second to none. Waking slowly from the comforting embrace of peace, you feel the necessary rest down to your soul.
That is - until you shift to stretch - and feel the full effects of yesterdays ‘punishments’.
Your stretching squeal becomes a mournful moan as you ache in places you’ve never ached before - and are met with a soft chuckle and a gentle hand on your cheek.
“Mmhmm. The lesson continues,” Crosshair smirks, kissing your nose from where he stands by his bed. You squint open your eyes and pout at him before turning your back to him, showing your disdain for his teasing. He chuckles again and gently spanks you, making you turn to pout at him again as he scoots in behind you.
“Don’t be like that. It’s your own fault anyway,” he murmurs into your neck, kissing gently as his hand gently rubs over your hip, your thigh.
“Hmph,” you pout away from him, too sleepy to think of a comeback.
He lightly nips along where Hunter bit you the night before, making you gasp at the light pull of memory.
“Nnnn Crosshair, don’t get me going this early I’m so SORE.”
He smirks in your ear. “You want to stay here then?”
“Mmhmm…”
“Hmph, alright. We’re going to the mess for whatever serves as breakfast out here. You want us to bring you back something?”
“Mmhmm,” you nod in affirmation, eyes still closed, voice sleepy. “Y’s please.”
Another chuckle by your ear. “Its a good thing you’re cute.”
“M’super cute.”
“You are. We’ll be back.”
The rest is like hazy background noise as you drift in the peaceful stream of ‘sleepy’.
“So she is staying?” Tech, quietly.
“Mmhmm.” The sound of a toothpick between teeth.
“Hmph. Can’t say I’m surprised.” Hunter, smirking. Various armors being put on. Echo’s chuckle, the sound of blasters finding holsters, its all starting to fade as you slip back into-
“Wrecker.”
Hunter’s voice is just above a whisper.
“Hey Wrecker,” a little louder, trying not to disturb you, but obviously working to get attention. “Come on, we’re headed to the mess. Grub time.”
You don’t hear any movement, just a voice, facing towards a wall - just above a whisper, and very, very guilty.
“U-uh you guys go ahead, I-I’m not really hungry.”
Everything stops.
You’re up and by his bed before you know you’ve thought about it, pulling his shoulder towards you to make him look up, the scanner you whisked from your pack blinking readings as you draw it down his face.
He freezes like a porg in headlights as you finish your scan. You set it down in confusion, hand to his forehead.
Hunter is just over your shoulder.
“What’s wrong with him?”
You scan again for anything, anything. “His vitals are fine. There’s no fever.”
“None of the side effects from the inoculations mentioned lack of appetite?” Tech muses quietly.
“Even if it did, Wrecker always has an appetite. He defies the odds,” Echo says firmly.
A small spark of worry in your chest has you on your feet. “I’ll take him to the infirmary and do some more tests to see if it’s anything -”
A hand grabs your wrist as you turn to get dressed. You look to where Wrecker waits, his eyes panicked instead of surprised.
“NO, no, I’m fine, really. Just… just not hungry, ok? I don’t need to… uh, go with them to the mess.” He looks down and away from his brothers.
Oh.
You almost kick yourself.
OH.
You turn to the others, “Alright my dears, I’ll take it from here. Out.” You shoo them towards the door, ignoring the fact that you’re giving orders while completely naked.
Hunter raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure-”
“BIP bip bip bip, go. Out. Bring back food for two, please. Don’t hurry back.”
The door whisks closed so fast it almost catches Echo’s kama.
You turn back to Wrecker, sitting on the bed beside him. “They’ve gone, honey.”
He looks over at you, briefly meeting your eyes before looking off to the side- he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. His eyes meet yours again, pleading for help with whatever he needs to say. Your heart melts a bit for him - your gentle giant, in unknown territory. You scoot closer to him, putting your head to his, your hand on his cheek.
“I’m right here, I’m listening. Take your time.”
He sighs in relief, closing his eyes and breathing with you. He wraps his arms around you and rolls onto his side, pulling you over him so you’re the closest to the bulk head. He buries his face in your neck - aw, he’s hiding. You stroke his bald head to soothe him, letting him find the words he needs.
You don’t have to wait long. “Are you….ok?”
Something in his tone sets off your mental alarm bells.
“I’m wonderful. A little sore, but its a good sore. Why, honey?”
“I didn’t… hurt you, right? You aren’t… mad at me?”
…shit.
“Oh darling, no,” you say, fully turning to face him, your hand cupping his face. He leans into it, still avoiding your eyes. “No no no. I’m so grateful to you. I loved last night. I feel so lucky that all of you gave to me like that. I’m the happiest woman alive this morning.”
He finally looks up at you, still looking guilty. “Really?”
“Yes yes yes, a thousand times yes,” you say quietly, smiling. “All the things we did last night were things I’d talked to Crosshair and Hunter about enjoying - I may have seemed like I was upset, but it's what I wanted.”
“So I’m… I’m not a bad person for liking it?”
“No,” you say firmly, still staying quiet so it doesn’t sound like a reprimand. “I like those things being done to me. And you can like doing those things to me because I’m saying yes. If you liked those things and I was screaming my safe word, that would not be ok, but that’s what a safe word is for - to tell you when I’m not ok.”
“I… w’ll, I know that. But I still feel like what I did was wrong. I don’t understand, I liked it at the time, but… I started thinking about it, and now…Whats wrong with me?”
“Nothing, babe, nothing at all. This happens sometimes, and it means you care about me, and you would never hurt me if I asked you to stop. This proves you’re a good person, not a bad one. This happens, a lot of people in your position can feel like this after they do some of what we did last night. It even has a name. It’s called ‘dom drop’.”
“It… it is?” Understanding and relief start to show on his face. You start to breathe again.
“Mmhmm.”
He’s relaxing, slowly, but steadily. “Did the others feel like this?”
You trace along his face scar. “I don’t know. They may have at some point, either last night or before, but if this isn’t their first time they probably have ways to care for themselves.” He nods, thinking. You stroke the side of his face, being sure to meet his eyes. “Babe, I’m sorry. There are things to watch out for, and I didn’t think of you in the moment at all. It was your first time, I should have checked in with you. I’m so sorry, and I’ll work to communicate with you so much more, starting right now.”
He looks at you, still hesitant, but nods before burying his head into your shoulder again.
You mentally kick yourself, feeling the gravity of your responsibility settle on you - this is the second time you left him in the dust. If you were going to make this work with all five of them, you needed to up your game - to make sure you took care of those who needed you at those junctures. And Wrecker needed you to pay more attention to guiding him - he was new to all of this.
No use beating yourself up. You didn’t know who would need what before, but now you do.
Time to make it right.
You kiss his head, willing his worries away. “What do you need right now, darling? Snuggles? Kisses? Closeness?” He nods, snuggling closer. You smile, settling into the security of his strength around you.
The silence is peaceful. You feel him breathing, heart slowing. You stroke his head, trailing kisses every few strokes. You feel him relax against you, tension releasing… but there’s still a sadness. Something isn’t quite right yet. You let your mind wander over what past lovers have liked, have asked for in their care.
“Do you want to hear about what I liked last night?”
He looks up again in surprise - and nods. Good.
You smile, settling into him and the pillow while thinking back. “Hmm…I liked having you in my mouth while the other two were inside me.” He grins.
You continue. “I liked when you spanked me - it felt so good to have you so big in me and spanking me at the same time. I want to do that again, if you do.” His eyes spark in interest, and you can feel something near your pelvis firm.
Heeheehee.
“I like hearing you lose yourself and go hard with me - using me to cum like that. I liked how you didn’t let me cum, but you really wanted to. I always love feeling you cum inside of me, and what you said about wanting to push so far inside of me was SO hot.”
He gets bashful again. Interesting. “Yeah?”
You prop yourself up on one elbow, fingers tracing along his shoulders. “What did you like about last night?”
He swallows. “How hot you looked tied up like that. It was really… kriffing hot.”
You giggle in response. He smiles.
“When you choked on me because Echo fucked you so hard. That felt so good.”
“Oooo, I remember that. The look on your face was very attractive.”
He smiles. “I’m glad the boys made me wait, cause I really wanted to feel you cum, but then watching you cum so hard was really hot.”
He pauses, then glances away while finding the words, rubbing the back of his neck.
“A-Also, uh… there was…uh… there was a moment where I thought something kind of weird, but it was really hot to think about?”
“OOooo, tell me,” you smile, shifting closer.
He keeps rubbing the back of his head. “It…um…”
He’s so kriffing cute. “I’m listening, darling, I want to hear about all the things that you like.”
He swallows, still not meeting your eyes. “I uh… I wanted to cum so hard in you that you… got pregnant.”
Your core tenses in excitement. Oh, say it isn’t so. “Oh really?”
“Y-yeah…” he looks back at you, words suddenly spilling out in a rush. “I’d never do that, I know you have, like, that thing that stops you from having babies, but the thought just popped into my head and it was really hot at the time and-”
Ooooh the Gods are good. “I think so, too.”
He blinks. “You do? It’s not weird?”
Your smile is coy. “No, it's something a fair amount of people like. Including me, at times.”
He gulps again - you feel the firm grow firmer. His voice sounds mildly strained. “But you can’t have babies right now.”
“That’s true,” you flirt, a finger tracing along his collar bone, “but we can pretend. You can fill me up so full and imagine what I look like when I have your baby growing in me. A cute little wrecking ball.”
Firmer still. You can feel his heart thumping in his chest. “Babe… thats…”
You smile, leaning in closer to him. “Do you want to try now? Want to try and cum in me so hard that you get me pregnant?”
He reflexively grips your hips, where his hand rests, bucking involuntarily. “Kriff yeah…"
His fingers trail down, pulling your leg up over his hip before moving behind your leg to trace over your slit, groaning as his fingers come away wet and sticky.
“Babe…”
Your breath catches at the need in his eyes. “See how much I like the idea?”
He groans again, bucking up, fingers eagerly returning to push inside your entrance.
You wince at the sudden intrusion. “Gently, love, You all worked me over really well last night.”
He lightens up immediately. He slides one finger inside your slippery slit, thick and firm, curling against your walls, stroking your g-spot delicately. You clench around him, savoring the feeling of his loving care in your pleasure. He groans as he pulls his finger out again.
“FUCK babe… I’m sliding in so easily.” He pumps again, watching your face fastidiously. “Can you… take another?”
“Yes, oh yes.” Your hips buck, begging for more of him inside of you, thoughts running through your head of what you’re about to do. You start to ride his fingers while he moves inside you, meeting each other with each thrust. You hold behind his neck for support, eyes meeting his, begging him not to stop.
That sets something off in him, moving forward to latch his mouth onto where neck meets shoulder. “Kriff, that’s right mesh’la, ride my fingers. Want you so ready to take my cock. You want it so bad, don’t you?”
You whimper out a cry, riding his fingers as he pumps them into you. “Can’t wait to feel you fill me…”
He involuntarily bucks against your leg. “Fuck I’m going to cum so far into you. Can’t wait to fill you up till you’re leaking, make sure it takes.”
Fuck it’s so hot to hear him say that. “O-One more, Wrecker, I c-can take another.”
He slides in a third finger, finally giving you the same girth as he is, sliding himself down to suck pulses into your clit.
“WRECker…” Your eyes fall back into your head, your head falls back between your propped arms, and you fuck along him for all your worth, riding the wave of the pleasure cresting from his pulses.
“Oh babe I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
“That’s right babe, cum for me, cum for me real good.”
You feel yourself start to seize, riding his tongue as he pushes you through, eagerly licking up everything you’re releasing like its frickin’ candy.
You’re left panting - but still craving him. You whine a bit, bucking as he pulls his fingers away. You want so much more. You want what he said he’d give you.
Wrecker starts running your slick on his fingers over his hard length, already weeping precum. He bites back a groan, looking down at you with need, with… worry? Aww, the darling is checking in. Your heart swells.
“Babe, can I…”
You reach up to cup his cheek.“Yes, please yes. But kiss me when you push in? I’m afraid I’ll moan too loud…”
He kisses you deeply, sliding in so gently, both of you swallowing the other’s groans. HIs head falls to your chest as he breathes through the moment.
“So kriffing tight. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
“It's cause I want your cum, babe. I want it so bad.”
He groans, hips stuttering into yours, making you gasp, eyes rolling back.
“Can’t wait to give it to you,” he says, slowly starting to fuck into you. He puts his head to yours, one hand coming up to cup the side of your face. “Fill you up so good with my cum. Want to get you so big for me, kiss your belly, talk to our strong baby while you bounce on my cock. Tell them how beautiful their mom is.”
“Oh Wrecker…”Your voice comes out a moan, unable to think around his giant cock fucking into you.
His head falls to your shoulder, hips moving faster. “NNNnn I’m gonna cum, mesh’la. You ready for me? You ready for me to fill you up?”
You can barely form a thought, but the words just flow out of you. “Yes Wrecker, please. Please. Pump your cum inside me, honey, I want it so bad.”
He grips under your shoulder, holds your thigh against his hip, driving his full length inside your throbbing hole. “KRIFF. Take it then. Take it all. Nnn... NNN.”
He growls a groan as his hips stutter, releasing his seed what seems like an unnatural amount of times deep inside you, using his leverage to push in as far as he can.
He doesn’t stop, even as you feel him start to soften.
He groans. “Fuck, babe. FUCK. I want to keep going so bad, I don’t want to stop I’m still so horny.”
You’re so on fire with need that you don’t skip a beat.“Then come here, big boy, and let me help you with that.”
He moves up the bed, offering you his slowly softening cock. Karking hell, you’re so hungry and desperate for more, you immediately take him as far as you can with one swift move. He cries out a swear - he’s so sensitive, but he wants it so bad, SO BAD. He fucks your mouth gently, watching his cock disappear down your throat.
“Fuck, babe. That’s it. Just like that, getting me so hard again. I wanna fill you up more. So much more. Gonna make you cum this time too, so you strangle all my cum out of my cock, fill you up so good.”
You look up at him, watching him take you in, his eyes transfixed where your lips wrap around his cock.
“NNnnn could cum down your throat, fill you up from both ends,” he murmurs, almost to himself. You moan around him at the thought, making his hips stutter with a groan. “You’d like that, huh?”
You purposefully moan a yes, smirking internally as his eyes roll back.
“B-But I wanna make you cum too, feel you cum around my cock. Kriff, fuck I need to feel you cum on my cock.” He pulls out and away, clamping around the base for a moment while he breathes. As you sit up, wiping spit from your mouth, he picks you up and places you so your head is towards the other end of the bed, hooking your legs up with his elbows. He pushes into you hungrily, ravenous to feel you around him again, moaning along with your feverish cry. He starts to slowly fuck into you.
“WRECKer! Oh honey you feel so good.” You bring your hand down to play with your clit. “Wanna cum. Wanna cum while you’re fucking a baby into me.”
His hips speed up, spurred on by your rapturous cries. “That’s right mesh’la. Kriff. Milk me dry. Gonna be so full I put TWO babies in there. Gonna see you get so big. So big cause of me…”
Stars, you can FEEL how aroused he is, he’s so hard, so needy in his thrusts. “I’m so close, Wrecker, I’m so close. Fill me up while I cum for you. Give it to me, please.”
“Whatever you want, babe, anything you want.” His voice is desperate, his eyes feverish with need and arousal. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again. Take it all. Cum for me while you take it all. Kriff, kriff, KRIFF.”
You swear he pushes in so far he’s in your cervix. You feel each spurt of his spend coat your walls, fill your womb, leaving you sated and full, wishing, on some level, that this was real.
Wrecker falls to one elbow, panting, still propping himself up so as not to crush you, still shivering every few seconds as his orgasm racks him anew.
“B…Babe… that was… that was so…”
You put your head to his, your hand to his cheek, panting from the intensity of your orgasm. You feel your breath slow, leaning in and kissing him slowly, sensually, bringing him down on top of you. Your hands rove over his bald head, feeling the smooth skin under your fingertips. You pull back after a moment, laying back to look up at him while your fingers continue along his scar.
“Good?”
“Yeah,” He sighs in relief, head dropping to your shoulder as you giggle. “I’m gonna pull out, ok?”
“Ok.” You gasp a little as he gently pulls out, leaving you emptier than you were - but not by much. He turns towards the bathroom, presumably to get a towel - you gently grab his hand before he can.
“Wait. Don’t you want to see how full I am first?” You can’t help the mischievous smile dancing across your face.
He looks back at you, confused.
“Look,” you smile, laying back along the sheets, spreading your legs, hand trailing down to your lower lips - and parting them.
His widening eyes tell you he’s watching his seed brimming at your entrance, slowly trickling out of you. You clench, partly to emphasize the flow, partly because its so hot, watching him watch you like this.
He gulps, eyes glued to your pussy. “Babe, can I… do somethin’?”
“Yes,” you lilt, pulling your fingers away from your entrance.
He slides his thumb carefully over your slit, gathering some of the slick between your thighs. Eyes alight, he leans over you - and holds his thumb up to your lips.
You smile at him, propping yourself up on your elbows, and without taking your eyes from his, you take his thumb into your mouth, tasting your combined juices, sucking him clean.
“You’re gonna get me hard again,” he groans, almost reluctantly.
You release his thumb with a smile.
“Good,” you purr, nuzzling against his hand, “because I think you promised to cum down my throat next? ‘Fill me up from both sides’?”
You see the shiver run through him.
“Kriff, babe. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans - right before climbing back on to his bed.
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A half hour later finds Wrecker between your thighs with a damp cloth, cleaning up the substantial mess he’s made after cumming twice more. He can’t bring himself to look, he really shouldn’t look, he’ll just get going again - and hes not sure he could take another round before his brothers come back, and they’d been nice enough to leave them alone this long. There would be - he shivers - more chances another time.
Besides, he wanted to hold you after that.
Throwing the rag toward the end of his bed, he finds you snuggling extra close into his chest, filling him with warmth as he wraps his arms around you. Yeah, this was what he wanted.
“Mmmmm… that was everything.” You look up at him. “How are you, babe? How did you like that?”
“Great,” he grins - before his face falls into uncertainty. “Though I, uh, didn’t expect that to happen, you know…”
“I know, but I just loved the idea soooo much…” you nuzzle against his nose, his grin returning. Kriff, you made him feel like a cadet again, getting his first detonator. “Did that feel like what you needed?”
“Uh…” he thinks for a moment, trying to remember where he started. “Yeah… I think I… I just wanted to know you weren’t mad, or hurt or… somethin’ else. I liked feeling… like feeling close to you.” He (very) lightly squeezes you. “I like this.”
“Then lets do this if we try something intense like we did last night. I’ll make sure to come be close to you, and tell you how happy I am. Yes?”
He kisses the top of your head, feeling a knot unclench in his chest. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”
He’s silent for a moment, taking it all in, thinking about last night, this morning, just now… comparing it to every other moment of comfort in his life. Were there any?
He looks down to where you’re snuggled against him. “Babe?”
He can feel your answering hum through his chest. “Hm?”
“Thanks… for taking care of me.”
You look up at him with those beautiful eyes and beautiful smile, the greatest gifts of all.
“Of course, honey,” you say quietly, kissing his chin. “It’s my pleasure.”
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“Do you ever think about it? Having kids?”
The question seemed to come out of nowhere - you had spent the time waiting for the squad cuddling and talking about what other things you wanted to try together or with the others, making sure to listen for his wants and needs. A comfortable silence followed, each of you breathing in the other, until…
“Sometimes. Not a lot, since there’s no call for it right now, but I’ve thought about it.” You look up at him. “Why? Have you?”
“W’ll. Not, uh… not til now. But I… I really liked the idea of having a kid with you.” He won’t meet your eyes, he’s so bashful. Such a sweetheart. “Never thought of anything other than hanging with my brothers, but the thought was kinda… I dunno, nice.”
You smile up at him and kiss his nose, about to answer - and are suddenly overtaken by a huge yawn, your body relaxing into the warmth surrounding you.
He grins. “Tired, huh?”
You grimace in embarrassment as you finish your yawn. “Mmm… yes. You aren’t?”
“Naw, too hungry. You go ahead and sleep, mesh’la.” He strokes your head and kisses your crown. “I’ll take care of you.”
You can’t help but smile into his chest, enjoying the warmth blooming in yours, letting your heavy eyelids close. “Wrecker…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really happy.” You breathe him in and sigh out relief.
His hands pause midstroke, but his body stays relaxed.
“... me too, babe.” You can hear the beaming smile in his voice. “I’m really happy too.” He continues his stroking, gentle fingers lulling you to sleep…
-until the door slides open.
“Are you two done?”
Crosshair’s slithery voice is as sardonic as ever. You smirk, your eyes staying closed.
You feel a shift next to you as Wrecker twists to whisper over his shoulder. “Shhhh - yup. Feelin’ much better.”
“Good.” Tech’s voice is, of course, matter of fact, even while quiet. “We have brought food. There is a fair amount-”
“AlRIGHT.” Wrecker whispers in joy, jumps up out of bed, doubles back to pull the blankets over you and kiss you on the head, making you giggle, then heads to the table. “I’m STARVING!”
Hunter’s whisper is sharp. “You di’kut, put on some clothes before you eat.”
You slip off into sleep with a smile, listening to your boys doing what they do best, your heart full of gratitude for every single one.
Yours to care for, as long as you have them.
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Earlier - The Mess Hall
“So where’s your medic?”
The four batchers look to the end of their table - where two clones with freshly painted armor stand, sneering.
Tech adjusts his goggles, looking them up and down. “Tending to one of our teammates. He was not feeling well this morning, potentially due to our inoculations yesterday.”
“Why does it matter?” Crosshair’s hiss is sharp, but not quite dangerous. Yet.
The two smirk at each other before looking back to them.
“Does she happen to be doing that on her back?” asks the one on the left with a mean grin.
All of their heads whip around, Crosshair, Tech, and Hunter tensed. Hunter’s eyes flash in warning. “Care to say that again, trooper?”
The left chuckles. “I think you heard me.”
The right elbows the left, indicating the group with his head. “Probably is. Probably needs it, if she was sniffing around our boys yesterday.” He looks back to the seething squad. “What's the matter? Your squad can’t keep one woman satisfied?”
“That’s enough.”
Echo stands where he is, staring down the other two. In this moment, the others can see his power shine through - this man was an ARC trooper, decorated for his many exemplary missions, a survivor from behind enemy lines, and back out in the field for brothers and Republic.
And he was irritated.
“I don’t know why you weren’t taught any manners back on Kamino. Maybe you were too distracted by your own insecurities that day.”
The two clones stiffen, slowly bristling- but Echo isn’t done.
“It doesn’t kriffing matter what she does in her private life,” he continues, eyes daring them to interrupt him. “What matters is she’s a trooper, like all of us. She puts her life on the line; fights the same battles we do, without enhanced abilities. She shows up, she works hard, and she cares for a bunch of clones like us, treats us like people,” He punches the table for emphasis, making the regs jump into a defensive stance, “so what else do you really need to know about her?”
The two regs stand, stunned, glancing at each other to think of a comeback- but there isn’t one.
“We all care about her as a member of our squad- so if you’re here to cause her trouble, then we have a problem. Now.” Echo leans forward, hand on the table, his voice getting very low. “Is there something else you would like to say to us, vode?”
“Oh I think they’ve said enough.” Squad and regs turn to see Captain Case, helmet on, arms crossed. The two reg troopers jump to attention.
“Mel. Felbourn. Not really showing our battalion in the best light, are ya? I think you owe their medic an apology.” His voice sounds dangerous through the vocoder. “After you finish scrubbing all the public freshers on the ship. Top. To. Bottom.”
“Sir yes sir!” The regs say in unison, stiff as boards.
“Dismissed,” the Captain waves, the two clones hurrying off and away with nary a mumble.
Hunter sits back at the table, turning to face Case. He looks over the Captain with a suspicious gratitude. “You didn’t need to do that.”
They can hear the Captain’s smirk. “I did, actually. They’re my men- and if no one has ‘taught them manners’, well, I’d better start now.”
He takes off his helmet and tucks it under his arm, shaking out his hair a little. “So, did I hear your medic isn’t feeling well?”
“No,” Tech corrects, of course. “Our demolition’s expert was not feeling well, so naturally our medic stayed behind to monitor any potential complications.”
Captain Case winces. “Ah, sorry to hear that. Though I’m not surprised, those inoculations are still new enough. Never know the side effects-”
“Why did you step in?” Crosshair interrupts, voice low and suspicious, glaring over at the reg Captain. “If you’re expecting to get to her through us, you’re wrong.”
Case blinks a few times, then chuckles. “Is that what you think that was?” He shakes his head, saying almost to himself. “You’ve all been hanging around the wrong vode.”
He looks back up at them, meeting all of their eyes. “Rex and Cody speak highly of you boys, and they don’t do that lightly. Anyone who has earned their respect… well, is definitely worthy of mine.”
He turns to leave. “I’ll leave you to your breakfast. Just know…” he flashes a cheeky grin at them, making eye contact with Hunter. “A girl like that? Make sure to take good care of her.”
Hunter smirks. He supposes he likes this reg after all.
“You can count on it.”
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Do I look moderate to you?
Part six of the Crosshair × you series
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 3k
Summary:
Rex's call for your assistance on a mission, a few days ago, had stirred mixed emotions, particularly for Crosshair, who expressed reluctance about your involvement. Eventually you decide to go together but when Crosshair learns that you had a crush on Howzer before he met you he get’s really cocky and wants to fuck shit up.
Notes:
After a huge chapter of hurt/comfort I wanted to grace us with peak Crosshair smut. After working through his traumas he is back to his cocky self and decides to fuck shit up. We have fingering, edging and rough unprotected sex, soft dom Crosshair, just how I like him and I hope you too.
Rex's call for your assistance on a mission, a few days ago, had stirred mixed emotions, particularly for Crosshair, who expressed reluctance about your involvement. Since the Batchs last mission went sideways, he hasn’t left your side and has gotten very protective and vocal about his fear of loosing you. Nonetheless, you remain steadfast in your commitment to assist Rex, despite Crosshair's reservations.
"I'll be fine, Cross. Rex needs my help and I promised him," you assert, meeting his concerned gaze with reassurance. “Before we met I was perfectly safe with the team”
But Crosshair insists on at least accompanying you to ensure your safety. «Fine but I can't let you go alone. I'm coming with you," he declares, his tone tinged with worry. Despite understanding his concerns, you stand firm in your decision, affirming your trust in Rex and his team to keep you safe. But Crosshair makes it clear: You either go together or you won’t be going anywhere near a mission and eventually you give in, at least you won’t have to miss him then.
When Echo arrives to transport you to the new improvised base, everyone is happy to see him but as you say goodbye to the rest of the crew and get onboard the ship a slight tension creeps in. Just when you settle in for the journey Echo's words resound through the ship, a sense of nostalgia and regret lingering in the air. "Everyone will be so happy to have you back for a while, your skills are often missed, and your laughter made every mission so much lighter" Echo remarks, his tone tinged with sincerity. "I honestly never thought you'd leave us. We all kind of knew you joined because you had a crush on Howzer. Just Howzer probably didn't realize it until it was too late" he jokes with a hearty laugh.
Crosshair's reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he turns to you with a questioning gaze. "You never told me that," he states, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of hurt.
Caught off guard by his reaction, you pause for a moment before responding. "I didn't think it was necessary," you admit, meeting his gaze with honesty. "Nothing happened between us, Crosshair. Howzer seemed not to be interested in me, and I was over my crush on him long before I met you," though you know that it probably wasn’t the best idea to keep this from him, just now that he is trying to learn to trust and accept the situation with Hunter.
The tension is uncomfortable, Echo's off-the-cuff revelation hanging between you and the weight of unspoken emotions adding to the unease of the moment. Despite the discomfort, you know that honesty is the only way forward. Since he recently opened up more to his emotions he has also become more vulnerable, you love that new side of him but you also know that you need to be more careful with him now.
“Okay listen, Echo is right, back on Ryloth I had set my heart on Howzer and when he offered me to come with him and join Rex’s crew, because they needed every help they could get, I gladly accepted. I wanted to spend more time with him and hoped it … ah I don’t even know what I hoped for. But he never showed any interest in me and what eventually made me stay was Rex and the others, they became friends and I was of great help. But I left all of that behind to be with you” …”Crosshair," you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm, "I love you. There's no reason for you to be jealous." Your words carry a sincerity that echoes through the tense atmosphere, a reassurance meant to soothe the doubts that lingered.
Echo, sensing the weight of his words, interjects with a note of apology. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to drop that info on you like this, I thought you know Crosshair"
Crosshair doesn’t answer but he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, resting his head on yours and so you spend the rest of the journey in uneasy silence. The tension is palpable, especially with Crosshair's presence beside you, however, the atmosphere shifts as the Remora finally sets down on Rex’s new makeshift base and you step off alongside Crosshair.
The welcoming committee displays a mix of surprise and joy at your arrival, but the unexpected appearance of Crosshair raises a few eyebrows. Rex is more than happy to see you and pulls you into a tender hug. "Thank you for coming in for assistance. Glad to see you both. Didn't expect you, Crosshair. Everything alright?"
Crosshair's response is blunt and tinged with arrogance. "We all know how the last visit went, Rex. I'm not taking any chances here."
You quickly step in to explain Crosshair's presence, emphasizing his concern for your safety. "Crosshair insisted on coming along. He's just looking out for me."
Rex nods, understanding but still wary. As the group makes their way to the briefing room and Rex starts to explain the mission, Crosshair's protective instincts are on full display. He shadows your every move, his presence both reassuring and stifling. He makes sure to keep you as far away from Howzer as possible and if looks could kill he would already be dead by now. When Crosshair insisted on coming with you, you already knew he wouldn’t leave your side and you didn’t mind, but to have him jealous made it worse and when Howzer makes a light-hearted but sardonic comment about leaving your "pet" at home next time, Crosshair's patience wears thin.
"Say that again" he growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he steps forward carefully pushing you behind him guarding you with his body, his fists clenched, ready to throw hands.
You interject quickly, placing a calming hand on Crosshair's arm. "It's okay, Cross," you say soothingly, shooting Howzer a pointed look. "We're all just a little on edge. Let's focus on the task."
Since the escape from Teth, the tension between Crosshair and Howzer had simmered down a little, but the dynamic between them remained volatile and the situation with you is pure fuel to the fire.
"You had your chance with her and you messed it up, now leave her alone." Crosshair hisses at Howzer “She’s mine now, if you like it or not.”
Howzer tries to look completely startled but he is not good at it, no one in this room would fall for that “so this is what’s it’s all about” he growls.
“How touching. Don’t think I’m a fool, I see the way you look at her, try to be close to her, try again and you will not live to see the next sunrise.” Crosshair grunts, grinding his teeth and getting ready to fistfight Howzer.
Rex, sensing the need to diffuse the situation, interrups "Moderation please. Let's keep it civil, everyone," he says, his voice firm but measured. "Believe it or not we’re all on the same team here."
Crosshair scoffs incredulously. "Do I look moderate to you?" he retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not here to play nice. I'm here to make sure she’s safe" …»and I’ll do whatever is needed» he adds with a hostile glance towards Howzer while drawing you closer, one arm around your waist.
You quickly intervene, trying to diffuse the situation. "It’s okay Cross. Don’t let him get a rise out of you, let's focus on the mission, the faster we get through the sooner we’ll be back home."
Crosshair reluctantly relents, but the tension between him and Howzer remains palpable, simmering just below the surface.
As Rex tries to continue the briefing, Crosshair leans in close behind you, his voice low and husky as he whispers dirty thoughts in your ear.
"I can't wait to get you alone, love. I’m going to rip those pretty clothes off and have my way with you, remind you that only I can make you feel that way"
His words send shivers down your spine, the heat pooling between your legs as you struggle to focus on Rex's explanations.
"I’m going to make you scream my name, make you beg for more. I want you writhing beneath me, completely at my mercy."
Each whispered promise from Crosshair ignites a fierce craving within you, his desire overwhelming your senses. It’s been a while since he let his dominant side get a hold of him and you love it.
«Remind you who you belong to and fuck you absolutely senseless.»
"Cross» you whisper and shot him a sultry but warning glance, your mind already racing at the thought of what he’s going to do to you. You know this is because of Howzer, because you didn’t tell him and he feels the need to prove to you that no one loves you like he does and show everyone you’re his. It’s either this or letting him throw hands with Howzer. He might deserve it for calling Crosshair your pet but you’d much rather have Cross all over you.
"I’m going to make you scream so loud, Howzer won't even think about coming near you again." he continues and you have to hold back a chuckle, cause it’s just like you thought, you know him so damn well. You can’t help but smirk, his words sending a jolt of arousal through you, making it hard to focus on anything else. You try to pay attention to Rex, but Crosshair's naughty whispers keep drawing you in.
«I want to feel you squirming under me, clenching around my cock when I finally have mercy and let you cum."
Each word he utters fuels your desire, making you ache for the moment when you can be alone together. Rex's briefing becomes nothing but background noise as Crosshair's fantasies consume your thoughts.
As the briefing finally concludes and everyone begins to load the shuttle and make preparations for departure, you make your way to one of the cargo rooms to retrieve some gear. Crosshair follows closely behind, and as soon as he enters, he locks the door behind him.
In the dimly lit cargo room, his eyes gleam with a primal hunger as he pins you against the cold wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. His hands roam possessively over your curves, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. With a hungry growl, he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue dancing with yours taking in your taste, leaving you breathless.
He trails kisses along your neck, his fingers delving between your thighs, immediately teasing and tormenting your clit with an overwhelming precision. You gasp and moan as he plunges two fingers deep inside your dripping wetness without a warning, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, already leaving you a whimpering mess in his arms «What do you want my love?" he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I want to hear you beg for it.."
You can barely form words as pleasure consumes you, your body aching for more. Crosshair's fingers work you mercilessly, edging you closer and closer to the brink of oblivion. "Come on," he whispers, his voice dripping with sinful promise. "I want to hear you moan louder, or I’ll edge you until you can't think straight anymore"
Your breath catches in your throat as he quickens his pace, driving you completely crazy with each stroke of his fingers. "Please," you whimper, your voice barely more than a desperate plea. "I need to cum, Crosshair. Please let me cum."
He chuckles darkly, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Not yet, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "If you want me to make you cum I want to hear you scream my name."
You nod desperately and with that, he intensifies his thrust, pushing you to the brink of madness, two fingers in your drenching pussy rubbing against that sweet spongy spot and his thumb deliciously circling your clit. You cling to him desperately whimpering, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure you writhe beneath his touch, as he drives you relentlessly towards the edge, satisfied that your moans are getting louder and louder. And when you finally reach the pinnacle, it's like an explosion of sensation, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. "Crosshair!" you cry out, your voice echoing off the walls as pleasure washes over you in a tidal wave, his strong arms the only thing thats holding you up.
Your lips meet his in a passionate embrace, your body still humming with the intensity of your orgasm. Crosshair holds you tight up against the wall, kissing you through the afterglow of your climax until your breath slows down and your legs support your weight again. With a content smile, you gaze up at him, feeling intoxicated by the raw pleasure he gave you. "I'm pretty sure everyone on the base heard that," you remark playfully, a loving glint in your eyes. "Hope you proved your point." you chuckle and kiss him softly.
But instead of a response, Crosshair's lips curl into a wicked grin, his eyes smoldering with unquenched desire. Without a word, he pulls you closer, his hands trailing along your body with a possessive urgency. "Oh, my love," he murmurs huskily against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm far from finished with you."
Crosshair's desire ignites into a burning intensity as he pulls you close, his hands firm and possessive and he guides you into position against the wall. He turns you around and lifts up you shirt, so your bare chest is pressed against the cold wall, the sensation of the cold steel against your nipples making you twitch. With a primal hunger in his eyes, he positions himself behind you, his thick cock throbbing with anticipation as he presses himself against your dripping wet pussy. You moan softly at the sensation, your arousal building with each passing moment.
“Will you be a good girl and take my cock?” Crosshair growls, grasping your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he positions himself at your entrance and without warning, he thrusts into you with a forceful urgency, his sizable cock stretching you to the limit as he buries himself to the hilt. The sound of his flesh meeting yours fills the air, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls as he pounds into you.
He sets a relentless pace, each powerful thrust driving you closer to the edge again, Crosshair's voice fills the room with a stream of dirty words that send shivers down your spine. "You like that, don't you?" he breathes into your ear, «when I make sure everyone knows who you belong to» his words dripping with lust and desire. Your answer is barely more than a whimper. He fucks you so damn good it’s debilitating.
With each powerful thrust, Crosshair's need consumes you both, his hips meeting yours with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless, one hand tightly wrapped around your neck, restricting your bloodflow. «Tell me what you want, love» he whispers. You cling to the sensation, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure as he drives you towards the brink of ecstasy. "Oh Cross…, please, fi… fill me up" you moan, «I want to… feel you cum inside of me» your voice a desperate plea for more and he obliges, his movements becoming more forceful with each passing moment.
Your senses reel as Crosshair takes you to the edge and beyond, fucking you completely senseless, his relentless rhythm pushing you to the brink of oblivion, his cock now pressing against that one spot deep inside you that wipes your mind of any thoughts and leaves you a whimpering mess. With a guttural groan, you feel his cock pulsating inside you as he reaches his climax, his hot seed spilling into your depths and you cry out his name in ecstasy. The sensation of him filling you up completely sends you over the edge again, your own orgasm crashing over you in a blinding rush of pleasure. You cling to the wall panting for air, trying not to faint, Crosshairs chest against your back, his armor pressing into your sensitive skin as you ride out your orgasm.
After catching your breath, you twirl around and pull Crosshair into a passionate kiss, your lips meeting in a heated exchange of love and desire. Breaking away, you gaze into his eyes, pouring your heart out. "I love you," you whisper, your voice trembling with sincerity. "You're the only one I want, Crosshair, I’m yours."
Crosshair returns your affections with equal fervor, his lips claiming yours in a series of tender kisses. "I love you too," he murmurs against your skin, his words sending a rush of goosebumps all over your body. "and I'll do anything to keep you by my side."
With your legs still trembling from the intensity of your encounter, you walk, hand in hand with Crosshair, back to the main operations room where Rex is probably already waiting for your assistance. As you enter, you immediately notice Howzer, sending hostile glances in Crosshair's direction, ready to spit venom, his jealousy now more than evident. You know there's no way that what just happened remained concealed; the whole base must have heard you scream Crosshair’s name, just as he intended. But before Howzer can voice his objections, Rex intervenes, his annoyance visible. "Can you two just stop acting like two Targons on heat please?" he quips, his tone tinged with exasperation. «So we can finally get going.»
Crosshair smirks at Rex's remark, his satisfaction evident as he places a soft kiss on your lips. "Alright then, I'll let you work, I’ll be with Echo if you need me" he says, casting one last satisfied, superior glance in Howzer's direction before making his exit.
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@rosmariner Bearded!Crosshair manifested I don’t know how long ago on my page and I am a different person because of it.🤣
He’s pretty hesitant to grow a beard because believe it or not he’s actually a pretty self-conscious dude but hides it behind a fragile ego. And he doesn’t want to make a big deal about it. Which is why he leaves a beard kit on the refresher counter and waits for Delana to confront him. XD
He’s definitely sporting a nice beard when he’s a papa. 😉
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Next installment is Crosshair. He's just as much of a doting "girl dad" but a different style than Hardcase.
Crosshair and the Princess's lessons
Pairing: Crosshair x Reader (not mentioned)
Rating: SFW/ No Spice
Warnings: None
Word Count: 270
Graphic Header and Dividers by @sunshinesdaydream
See more Crosshair and other Dad! Clones here (also Uncle Clones)
Mission : Buir Masterlist
Pat pat pat. The small girl taps Crosshair’s leg. Looking down at her, grasping a data pad with one hand and reaching up with the other. He scoops her up and lets her perch on his knee. She immediately goes to work on her data pad matching shapes and colors, early school for her.
Going back to his own reading it was several long minutes until the soft pat on his chest and the quiet utterance of, “Buir?”
Crosshair looks down at her, and she points at her own screen. “Help?” She asks.
He takes in the puzzle on the screen. “You know the answer to this,” he says. She pouts, something that usually gets her what she wants with her father. “No, you are not being patient,” he tells her.
He waits while she studies the screen longer. Crosshair watches as her face scrunches in concentration. It reminds him of Tech when they were very small cadets, as did the moment when she realized her answer. Her mouth popped open with a gasp and she gave a little smirk he knew was all him as she punched in the answer.
Her expression lights up in what was unmistakably a Wrecker like excitement when the screen announces her success. “Buir! Did it!” She says, excitedly, holding up the data pad.
“Great work, Princess.” He tells her, “I think we should get some ice cream,”
“Yes!” She answers, quickly sets her data pad next to his on the table. She climbs up and sits on his shoulder.
With a quiet chuckle Crosshair gets to his feet and heads towards the door.
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Open and Waiting (Chapter 2)
Gif from this post by @ashr-jedi
Summary: Hunter makes an appearance. You continue to warm Tech’s cock with your mouth and ruminate on previous experiences with Crosshair, Wrecker and Echo.
Relationships: Tech x f!reader, a little bit of Hunter x f!reader, mentions of Crosshair x f!reader, Echo x f!reader and Wrecker x f!reader
Warnings: NSFW, cock warming, voyeurism, domination, submission, Dominant Tech, submissive reader, poor self worth, feelings, smut with feelings, sexual inexperience, inexperienced reader, polyamory, gag reflex, pretend sci-fi technology/science, pretend Star Wars planets and locations, not beta read. Mentions of: Deep throating, face fucking, fingering, thigh fucking, tit fucking, bukkake, cum as lube, finger fucking, grinding, toys, butt plug.
Word Count: 2085 (Chapter 2)
Authors Notes: Please read the warnings! And please let me know if you enjoyed it. The filth continues. Interspersed with … feelings? In my smut? It’s more likely than you think.
I realised I forgot to give any context for where this story sits timeline wise and who the character of the reader is! Timeline wise, this happens at some nebulous point after Echo joins The Bad Batch and before Order 66. The reader is part of the Batch but beyond that you can interpret them however you wish. The most common example I've seen is a medic but a jedi, mechanic, intelligence officer or some other random reason for the reader being in the squad could all work as well. Whatever works for you. The main thing is that the reader is a submissive that the Batch share between themselves and are the reader's dominants. The Batch are all Dom’s in the AU of this fic, but they all have different ways of approaching it, which you’ll hopefully get a little inkling of in this chapter.
Chapters: One, Three, Four, Five, Six | Ao3
Open and Waiting (Chapter 2)
I don’t know how much time passes but eventually I hear the faint hiss of the cockpit door opening and a soft, smooth stride moves out into the main area of the ship.
Hunter.
Our sergeant can be completely silent when he wants to be, so he’s deliberately making sure his approach can be heard. An existence created purely for tracking means that he’s basically permanently stealthy. It can be decidedly startling when he just appears next to you out of nowhere. We really need to put a bell on him or something. Though he’d probably figure out how to move so that it didn’t make a sound. Sneaky bastard.
A gruff voice at the end of the workbench announces his arrival.
“That’s in more bits than when I saw it last.”
“Yes.” Tech replies. “I hypothesised that the size of the casing could be reduced by 2.56% if I reconfigured the internal power connectors into a series of bi-linear couplings. I am currently applying this theory to the prototype you see before you, hence the 'bits' on the workbench.”
“That’s a lot of parts to shove into a small box.” responds Hunter.
“They will fit.” Tech testily replies.
“I don’t doubt that.” Hunter answers.
There’s a brief pause while Tech zaps something and Hunter shifts slightly to the side.
I think I’m being inspected.
Hunter definitely can’t have missed that I’m currently naked, kneeling between Tech’s thighs with my eyes closed, hands restrained behind my back and Tech’s cock stuffed in my mouth.
“You went with the leather cuffs then.” Hunter states.
I am definitely being inspected.
“They are more suited to the purposes of this exercise.” Tech explains. “The focus is on sensation and submission and as an introduction to this practice, I thought it pertinent to ease into the experience gently. The leather cuffs provide an acceptable level of restraint and serve as a reminder of their position, both physically and mentally.”
“Plus you made them.” Hunter adds.
“Correct. Both the wrist cuffs and collar are of my own design and creation.” Tech replies.
They’re talking about me like I’m not even here. Like I’m not currently desperately drooling around Tech’s cock, unable to move or escape their gaze. The thought makes my pussy throb.
“Oh, she’s enjoying this.” Hunter laughs.
“I trust you can smell her arousal.” Tech asks, though it’s not framed as a question.
“Yup.” Hunter answers. “I could smell her in the cockpit like she was in there. It’s stronger than usual.”
“I have observed a number of indicators of her heightened state of arousal myself.” Tech adds.
“Is this what she’s been worrying about?” asks Hunter.
“If by ‘this’, you mean the practice of cock warming that the two of us are currently engaging in, then yes.” Tech replies.
“You’ve just got your dick in her mouth.” Hunter observes bluntly.
“Yes.” replies Tech. “That is the point.”
There’s a rather telling pause and I can just picture the looks that are being exchanged. An arched, tattooed eyebrow is probably being met with a decidedly unimpressed flat stare emanating from behind yellow lenses. Another slip of drool spills from the corner of my stretched mouth and runs down my chin to join the rest of the mess that is covering my face.
Tech shifts and launches into a lecture. There’s probably a finger being raised.
“Cock warming is the practice of placing one's cock in an orifice of one's partner. This can be done via the mouth, rear or vagina, if the penetratee possesses that particular genitalia. The cock is then left inside the partner's orifice where they are to keep it warm. The name speaks for itself. Outside of the basic principle of the act, the parties involved can agree on various additional stipulations, such as how long the penetratee must keep their partner's cock inside them or if they are allowed to move or make noise. I have read numerous accounts where both partners extol the virtues of this practice, describing it as surprisingly peaceful and an excellent way of entering subspace.”
“I’m sure it’s enjoyable, I’ve just never heard of it, that’s all.” Hunter supplies.
“I must admit that I was not overly familiar with the practice myself but it has proved to be a most enjoyable addition to our play thus far.” Tech provides.
I could already tell he was enjoying it, given the harness of his erection currently occupying my mouth. Hearing the verbal confirmation just adds to the feeling of deep satisfaction and submission warming in my chest. Another shiver runs through my body and I can feel more of my saliva pool in my mouth.
“Was there a reason for your interruption of my work?” Tech directs at Hunter in a slightly curt manner.
“That’s not the only thing I’m interrupting” Hunter snarks back.
“Quite.” Tech leaves the implication implicit.
Hunter sighs briefly before adding “Yeah we got a comm from the 369th.”
“Ah. Are they still experiencing difficulty with the Separatist base built into the side of the Markontia Gorge on Bezril IX?” Tech asks, fully aware of the answer already.
“Yeah, they might need our help with their current campaign but nothing’s confirmed yet so we’re on standby for now. If they need us to blast a hole into the Seppie base then we should hear back by the next rotation.” Hunter adds.
“Wrecker will be pleased.” Tech comments.
“I can think of something else that would please Wrecker.” Hunter slyly hints at.
“Wrecker may make use of our shared submissive when it is his turn.” Tech replies swiftly, irascible intent laced through the words, making it crystal clear that I am his right now.
“Additionally, he has made it quite clear that he does not wish to test the limits of her capacity for oral penetration until her gag reflex has improved.” Tech adds.
A slice of shame and disappointment cuts through me. I’ve always had problems with my gag reflex. Lack of experience will do that to you, I guess. I’ve been slowly working on improving it and they’ve all been so gentle and careful and patient with me. I desperately want to be able to deep throat each of them or be face fucked into a wall one day. At the moment though, the best I can manage is the tip of one of their cocks at the back of my mouth and even that still sets the damn thing off sometimes.
Wrecker has been so sweet about it. There is no denying that he is exceptionally well endowed and that his cock is, well, enormous, to put it bluntly. The poor man is well aware of it too. There is nothing I’d love more than to be absolutely impaled on his thick cock, but the first time I saw it I did worry that I’d never be able to fit it in me. I still do but we’re slowly getting there. He’s been so wonderful and understanding of my current abilities and their limits. Wrecker is such a beautiful human to experience pleasure with. He’s so full of joy about the entire thing. I didn’t have a great deal of experience before somehow ending up with all of them and I’d never had a joyful sexual encounter before Wrecker. I didn’t even know it was possible and had burst into tears afterwards. He’d been so alarmed and concerned that he’d inadvertently hurt me but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Thankfully, he’s the most emotionally intelligent out of all of them and we’d had a wide-ranging, open and reassuring conversation about sexual experience and intimacy as I lay curled against his chest. I still struggle with tensing up sometimes and Wrecker has been a great boon in getting me more accustomed to preparation. He’s a big proponent of lube and has a whole assortment of different types that we’re slowly working our way through. One or two of his fingers are more than enough to open me up and I could have those big, thick, slicked up digits sliding in and out of me for hours.
And there is nothing quite so wondrous as lying there laughing and kissing and giggling as he fucks my thighs. Wrecker has been very keen to emphasise that there’s more to sex than just penetration and we’ve been exploring some intriguingly varied ways to experience pleasure together. The first time he’d fucked my tits was something else. His oleaginous, lubed cock sliding between my breasts, cupped in his massive hands as his fingers and thumb played with my nipples. When he’d finally exploded all over my chest, neck and face, I don’t think I’d ever been covered in quite so much cum.
Well, at least not until we had that bukkake session. Trying to get cum out of your hair in a sonic is difficult to say the least and Hunter ended up hand washing it out for me. It had been worth it though for the way they had all looked down at me while they pumped their cocks and came all over my obedient, kneeled form, mouth hanging open and tongue out to catch as much as I could.
I’d knelt there afterwards like a statue. Covered in their cum, stained and claimed in their release. Rivets of translucent white slowly running down my skin. I could feel it pool in the hollow of my neck and drip off my nipples. It sounds ridiculous but in that moment I just wished I could exist like that forever, eternally marked as theirs. Just like I wish I could openly and proudly display the marks they leave on my skin, claims bruised into my neck for all to see. They are all such wonderful dominants, each unique in their own approach. I’m eternally thankful that they all chose me to be their submissive. I would happily serve at their feet and allow them to use me as they pleased for the rest of my existence if this damn war wasn’t going on.
I do need to work on having a bit more self preservation though. One of them is bad enough but whenever they end up scheming together, they start coming up with Plans and Ideas. That’s how I then found myself wiping their cum off me with my hands before eating it in front of them like some lewd and licentious spectacle. Being made to finger yourself using the cum of your dominants as lube while they watch is also a whole new level of depravity. I’d had to beg each of them for permission to cum before I’d finally been allowed to finger fuck myself into oblivion.
Wrecker isn’t the only one that is explicitly clear that their boundaries for playing with me are guided by my current abilities. Crosshair steadfastly refuses to even entertain my suggestion of face fucking until I can, in his words, “keep my balls against your chin, doll”. Echo had gone all serious when I had timidly requested to go down on him for the first time. There had been some stern yet heart-felt words about the importance of pacing and not rushing into things or pressuring yourself to try something you’re not ready for. We’d ended up grinding against each other instead, which was just as enjoyable. It meant I got to watch him come undone as I thrust my hips into his groin and then he’d made me straddle his leg and grind myself to completion on his thigh. There is something about the sensation of smooth durasteel gliding under your wet, sensitive pussy and pressing against your clit that is otherworldly. I’ll have to ask Tech if he’s able to shape some kind of toy out of the metal. A durasteel butt plug sounds like an excellent idea.
I still wish I could do more for them and wasn’t trapped in my own body and mind. The discontent and shame at my perceived failures is still there, despite how well I might be managing to warm Tech’s cock with my mouth at the moment. My lips are wrapped around a decent amount of his length and the tip of his cock is fairly close to the back of my mouth but I could always do more and try to get him a little deeper. I take a steadying breath through my nose, will my throat to relax and move to take more of him in.
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Author’s Note: Tiny bit of a cliffhanger! This is mainly because I wrote this all in a giant keyboard mashing haze with absolutely no thoughts of structure. Going back while editing and trying to figure out where to shove in chapters to break it up has been a bit tricky, so if they’re a tad clunky that’s why.
You’ll see how Tech reacts in Chapter 3, along with some musings on previous sessions with Hunter and Crosshair.
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Smutty crosshair request?? That’s my bat signal
I think Crosshair is a giant softy once he finds someone he’s fallen for because he knows there’s vulnerability that comes with it and it brings out his soft side and so I think he’s also a major pleasure dom. Yes he wants to call the shots and have control, but he’s going to make sure you’ve experienced every orgasm he can while whispering non stop praises in your ear. Is that stirring the creative pot?? Maybe tall, female reader please???
hard agree on that one anon, I see him loving overstim because like, lets be real, he's got a major competency complex so he would make a challenge out of how many times he can make you fall apart. I didn't get around to writing too much plot for this one so enjoy the smut.
as always likes and reblogs are my lifeblood, let me know what y'all thirsty crosswhores think! I'm always down to get more requests.
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18+ MINORS DNI
Warnings: Bondage, Overstimulation, Oral (F!receiving), unprotected PiV, Dirty Talk, Pet Names (Princess)
Word Count: 965
It feels like it’s been forever since you started. Seconds blurring into minutes blurring into hours as Crosshair pulls more pleasure than you thought possible from your writhing form. Your hands are bound above your head with soft silk, your legs are being held apart by Crosshair’s strong hands as he buries his face in your core.
His eyes flick up to yours as his mouth and tongue pull a strangled moan from your throat as another orgasm wracks through your overstimulated form. Finally giving you some reprieve, he sits up, wiping his mouth on his arm as he smirks down at you, a predatory look in his eye as he moves up the bed towards you.
“Oh princess, you look so good beneath me… at my mercy-” licking along the side of your neck up to your ear he whispers “but don’t think I’m done with you yet” letting out a breathy chuckle he moves his head down to your neck, leaving kisses and licks, your skin burning at his touch.
“I love having you at my disposal doll, all tied up where you can do nothing but take everything I have to give you” his lips continue their torturous journey south, licking the skin around your nipple “and I have so much to give you” he purrs before placing the hardened bud in his mouth and soothing his tongue over it. His other hand moves down towards your entrance and begins swirling his fingers against your oversensitive clit, ripping a loud moan from your chest. You attempt to close your long legs, stifle his pleasurable assault on your nerves, but he keeps them apart with his body as he lifts his lips of your chest with a ‘pop’.
“No no princess, none of that, I need to show you how perfect you are, I need to show you how much you affect me” he makes his way back up your body, kissing and nipping up your stomach and chest, moving his tongue over the marks he leaves as he repositions himself above your body, his hard length teasing your slick entrance.
“You were so talkative earlier mesh’la, begging for me… let me hear those beautiful words again” he teases, running his cock along your core, sending shivers through your entire body.
“P-please… fuck me Cross- I want you so bad” you whimper out as he chuckles, continuing to grind himself against you. Every time his length brushes against your clit you twitch and jolt from overstimulation, the line between pleasure and pain blurred a long time ago.
“Of course, my love… anything you desire” he then sheaths himself inside you in a single stroke, moving at a torturously slow pace in and out, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust of his body against yours.
“But perhaps you should be careful what you wish for mesh’la” you moan as he begins a feral pace, fucking you with an almost primal fervour as he begins grunting and groaning above you, his dominant façade never slipping as he pushes you towards the edge yet again. Crosshair is determined to push your body to the limits tonight, and you are more than willing to let him use your body how he sees fit.
He presses his lips to yours again and you can still taste your arousal lingering on his tongue, his mouth swallowing the sounds pouring out of you.
“Kark- princess… it feels like you were made for me- like you were made for taking my cock” his half lidded eyes lock with yours again, “-tell me doll, tell me how you were built for me” his rhythm begins to falter, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I was made for you Cross-” you can’t help the long moan that he rips from your chest “-made for your c-cock… no one can ever satisfy me like you can- y-you ruined me for other men. I’m just for you” lightning shoots across your nerves as he rips yet another orgasm from your trembling and soaked form, the dam bursting as your release covers his crotch.
Crosshair lets out a low groan, your words lighting a fire in his belly. You are his, only his. He was never possessive over his previous lovers, never caring where they found themselves after he had his fill of them, you however, were an entirely different story. You had a special place in his heart and he never wanted to let you go, you were his.
Bringing a hand back down to your clit, pace never faltering as he starts rubbing harsh circles against you again, trying to bring you to climax one more time before he falls over his rapidly approaching peak.
“I know you have one more in you doll, come on…. Let go-” he leans down to kiss you again, smothering your cries as you reach one more almost painful climax thanks to his long talented fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Clenching walls strangle his cock and after a few more harsh thrusts he’s falling over the edge as well, pumping ropes of hot cum inside of you. You lay there panting, staring up into his brown eyes as he holds himself above you before closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, trying to steady his breathing.
Sitting up and moving off of you, he begins untying your wrists, soothing over the red marks that your straining against the bonds created. He places a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room to grab something to clean you off with, he was never really one for talking after sex, but when he returns with some water and a warm, damp cloth, you know that his actions speak a lot louder than his words.
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Sinful Surrender Part 1
So, this smut piece is a part of the "Zena's Desire: A Love to Melt for," a series that covers all of the seasons of the Bad Batch. But told through the eyes of the woman that loves the cold sniper. The opening scene is the smut...lol
Part 2
Rating: Explicit, 18 +, No Minors
Pairing: Crosshair x OC
Summary: They always made love after a mission, following their return to Kamino of course. It wasn't something that Crosshair had hidden from his brothers that didn't seem to be bothered by such things as a relationship.
Tags: P in V, Dirty Talk, Oral (f), Begging, Dom! Crosshair, Teasing, Light Choking, Pet Names, Rough sex, Different Sex Positions, rough Oral (m), Breeding Kink, Face Slapping, Words Dick/Penis/Cock,
The sound of the rain hitting the glass windows fills the room, as muffled whines slip from the lips of Zena Halcorr, a human woman that had found herself with her legs spread wide as Crosshair flicked and sucked on the sensitive bud of nerves that sent her over the edge. Her whines shift to moans as her hands quickly move to his head, grinding against his mouth as he groans at the touch. Muffled words fill her ears as her hips come to a rolling stop as she gasps for air, his eyes locked on her bright brown eyes that had a shine to them. A couple more licks, and he pulled away from her quivering pussy, that begged to be touched and he was more than willing to do so. His long thin fingers run up the slit of her pussy, and she shivers as he rubs messy circles around her sensitive clit.
“Crosshair!” Zena shouts, but her words are muffled by his free hand. She whimpers as he continues his assault on the bud of nerves that caused her to cum. Biting back the orgasm that she was hurtled into as she squirts. Covering his forearm with her cum, wetting the bedding underneath her as she again calls out to him. “Crosshair,” She begs. “Please fuck me.” Through his hand, earning her a smirk.
He laughs, though it is littered with desire.
“Yeah? How bad?”
“So, kriffing much baby, so kriffing much.” She moans as her fingertips dance across his forearm that was pulled away. “Baby…” She pouts at his sudden movement.
Hushing her as he positioned himself between her legs as he grabbed her thighs, pulling her toward him as he grabs a hold of his cock. Stroking it a few times to spread the pre-cum that was lightly seeping from the head of his penis before rubbing the tip of it between her folds, teasing her entrance causing her to roll her eyes as her hands drag down his chest and abs. Biting her lip as they stare at one another, his right-hand reaches out as he rubs his thumb against her plush lips that quiver at his touch. His hand moved down her soft skin until he reached her neck he gave her a light squeeze before his long thin fingers ran down her chest. Running them between her breasts which were large and perky, licking his lips at the sight of her hard nipples.
“So, kriffing pretty baby,” The words fall from his lips as his hand hovers over her clit, giving it a few slaps as he strokes himself. “Ready for my fat cock?”
She nods.
“Say it, say you want my fat cock so kriffing bad.”
She moans at his demand but follows his words without question. “I want your fat kriffing cock so bad, Cross!” He smirks at her desperate words as she grinds against his cock that twitched at the sensation of her warmth.
“Good girl,” He says as he lines himself up at her entrance, slipping through her wet folds that cause him to stop just after the tip. As he felt her spongy walls grow tight around him, his eyes shot to the flesh that connected them, and then to the woman that laid underneath him. “Pussy so kriffing good...might nut with just the tip.” Causing Zena to moan as she feels him push further in with one inhale and one sigh as he bottoms out.
Both let out a sigh that turned into a moan filled with ecstasy as he started an unforgiving pace. His cock thrusting in and out as she runs her hands up his torso which was littered with scars that she took extra care of, as her hands gently touched the largest one. The one that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip, a scar she remembered came from her foolish attempt at helping during a mission. But the way her soft hands rubbed against his scars caused him to lean above her, hands on either side of her head. Lowering his head as their lips meet, pulling a moan from him as she still tasted like his cock.
“Rub your clit,” Crosshair ordered, as pulled himself away from her lips, she whimpers at first before following his orders. “Such a perfect girl, always following what I say.”
She nods, biting her lip as another moan threatens to be louder than the last.
The sensation of his thrusts seemed to drag against the walls of her pussy so roughly that the feeling of her rough touch to a collection of nerves that had been abused since the moment he found her in a towel. Zena’s free hand moved from Crosshairs’ body and then to the wall to brace herself as she fell over the cliff of another orgasm that came as quickly as it went. Crosshair was chasing his desires, using her cunt as his toy that moans and begs for him to slow down but it forced him to pull out and grab her by the hair. While he stood towering over her, she fell to her knees, mouth open just like how he liked it to be, as if it was another hole to be filled. Sticking her tongue out allowing him to rub the tip of his cock on her tongue before he grabs her chin, a small smirk on his lips as he looked her over.
He held her chin for a moment as if he was fighting some battle inside of him that made his cock twitch at the woman he loved. Zena closed her mouth earning her a soft slap to her face, and a warning that she hardly took series. It caused her to open her mouth as her tongue licked the tip of his cock, the bitter taste of her pussy still lingering on the shaft. Bobbing her head as the sound of sucking fills the space, taking his length in nearly one go as she made her way to the hilt—where his body meets his hardening cock. Where her nose was tickled by the grayish white hair that grew around his balls, and the treasure trove that connected it.
“I want to cum inside your pussy but you gotta earn it, Princess,” Running his hands through her brown hair ends with him grabbing a handful of hair, holding her steady as she attempts to move faster. Nearly gagging on the thickness of his cock. “That’s right, take it all like I know you can, baby girl, just like that.” His head falls back as he lets out a moan, he swore she had practice with someone similar to his likes.
Zena quickly pulls away from his dick, coughing as he attempted to thrust a bit deeper than she could manage. One hand was on his muscular thigh while the other wiped away the string of drool that connected her to his penis. Looking up at him with large eyes that begged for friction, a look that made him smirk his signature smirk. A hand outstretched pulling her up and back onto her feet, as he makes her turn and face the bed that was in front of them. Taking the hint, she moves towards the bed, with him wrapping his arms around her waist as he kisses her shoulder.
“Get on the bed, I want to see that ass in the air and arms behind you,” He spoke with a demanding tone, one she tested as one rough grind of her ass. Earning her a grunt as he forces her down onto the bed, both arms held with one hand, while the other one smacks her ass. “Like teasing huh?”
She let out a giggle that only caused him to thrust blindly into her cunt that was still wet from arousal.
“Take it.”
“Yes!” She cries out.
Her body tightened around him, and the walls of her pussy sucked him in as he fought back his own release but with one unsteady thrust, he filled her to the brim. There was a moment where she listened to him cum, feeling his twitch inside before he slowly pulls out. “Kriffing hell.” He says as he nearly stumbles backward, white patches dotted his eyes before returning to normal.
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