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Part 2: The Pillar

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A/N: ALRIGHTY THEN. Did I intend to write a part 2 for this little ficlet from my 400 follower celebration? No. Did I do it anyway and use it as an excuse to introduce my OC Crater? Yes. Will there be a Part 3? Also yes. I REGRET NOTHING. The biggest of thank you's to @teletraan-meets-jarvis, @sleepingsun501, and @rexxdjarin for helping me make sure my boy gets the best intro and that all of the thoughts/thots about him in my head translated well onto paper! If you'd like a little more info about Crater, you can find his character sheet here.

Pairings: OC Crater x f!Reader, mentioned Gregor x f!Reader

Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)

Warnings: language, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, fingering, rough sex, anal play, oral sex, PiV sex, marking, anal sex, sex toy use, cum eating, mention of foursome

Word Count: 13.5k words (I'm sorry... it got away from me so fast)

“KARKING HELLS, CHUCK! Do you have mynock shit between your ears instead of brains?”

You’re angry. Angrier than you’ve been in a while. And Chuckles isn’t backing down either.

“I don’t know who the kriff you think you’re talking to, Bolts, but you’d better take a walk before we both say something we’ll regret,” he grits out, teeth clenched and a fire in his eyes.

But you’re not about to be told what’s what. Not when he’s on your turf.

“It’s my fucking garage. You don’t like what I’ve got to say? You take a walk.” You jab your finger into his plastoid chestplate threateningly. His nostrils flare as he glares at you, and you can see him teetering on the edge of control.

You’ve gathered a bit of an audience as you and the mohawked clone pilot go nose to nose, some of which are snickering and “ooooh”-ing.

“Your garage?” Chuckles snarls.

“Yeah, in case you missed it, I run shit around here. And I’m telling you I can’t get your fucking fighter fixed until next week.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“You should have thought about that before smoking your stabilizers flying like a fucking hotshot.”

“You sure you wanna tell me how to fly my ship, Bolts?”

“Since you don’t seem to have an idea how to, sure.”

The vein in his neck is bulging now, and the scar at the corner of his mouth is pulled tight. You’ve known Chuckles long enough to tell that you’ve pushed all the right buttons to get a rise out of him.

Good. Asshole.

“I thought Gregor fucked the grump out of her,” Strike mutters from his seat on a crate, which garners more snickers. You whirl on him, brandishing a wrench and waving it menacingly at the pilot.

“You want me to fix your face next, shithead? Got the only thing I need for that right here.”

Strike scowls, pushing himself to a standing position. “You’re out of line, Bolts.”

“I’m out of line? Fuck you.”

“That’s enough.”

The jeers and laughter grow silent and the crowd parts as the commanding officer of the 28th Combat Wing strides forward, carrying his helmet under one arm. Crater’s voice is gruff as he steps in between Chuckles and you, glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“She’s right, and you know it Chuckles. You’ve been told before not to fly in that config. You know it burns out the stabs faster. Now, I’m sure you’ll get your fighter as quickly as Bolts can get to it. Isn’t that right, Bolts?”

You glare at him, but his eyes demand a response. “When I get the parts.”

Crater watches you for another moment before nodding. He seems to understand that’s as much of a concession as he’s going to get out of you right now.

And then he whirls on Strike. “And you will learn to hold your fucking tongue. We don’t do that shit here. You want to air other people’s business out in front of everyone? You go run for the fucking senate. Until then, you keep the scuttlebutt you hear to yourself.”

“Didn’t hear anything. Just not hard to put two and two together,” Strike mutters under his breath.

Crater strides forward until he’s looming over Strike. They’re the same height, but somehow, the captain towers over the other pilot. His tone is low and dangerous, his voice dropping to a gravelly octave that makes you shiver. “I know you haven’t been off of Kamino long, but around here, you don’t speak to a commanding officer that way. Especially when you don’t have a single scratch on that shiny fucking armor.”

Strike swallows slightly but says nothing else.

Crater glares down at him for one more second, pinning him with his gaze before he turns and addresses the rest of the onlookers. “Now all of you get to the fucking barracks and get cleaned up. You stink to the seven hells.”

The squad departs, some of them still shooting dirty looks over their shoulders at you, especially Chuckles.

He’ll get over it.

You turn on your heel, heading towards your private office in the corner of the garage. The door’s been off track for a while, so you slam it open unceremoniously and stride inside. Just as you go to slide it shut with a grunt, a gloved hand slips around the edge, keeping it open. You glance up and meet Crater’s eyes.

“Can we talk?”

You shrug, stepping away from the door and plopping down on the creaky chair by your desk. The joints protest as you lean back in it, threatening to finally give out and dump you on your ass. Crater shuts the door behind him before setting his helmet on your desk and leaning a shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms as he studies you. He looks tired, and you’re not sure if it’s the campaign he just got back from or his men or you. A small pang of guilt shoots through you as he meets your eyes, raising his scarred eyebrow at you.

“You wanna tell me what the hell that was all about?”

You sniff, shrugging as you pick some lint off your jumpsuit. “Nothin’. Just a scuffle.”

“Seems like you’re getting into more and more of those.”

You and Crater have always gotten along just fine, finding a mutual respect and trust almost immediately. He always seems to have everything figured out, and you’ve never seen him fly off the handle like some of his brothers. In fact, the incident in the garage just now is the most upset you’ve seen him, and even that was hardly more than a growl and a few threats. You admire his leadership. He always seems to find the right thing to say to each of the various personalities on his squad, but sometimes you dislike when he deploys the same understanding on you. It unnerves you to a degree.

Now, you roll your eyes at his observation, astute as it is. “Your boys don’t listen, Crate. Neither do any of the other flyboys that come through here. Everyone’s shit is broken because they can’t be bothered to fly with an ounce of sensibility, and then they’re all pissed when it takes time to get repairs done.” You wave your hand at the stacks of datapads and flimsi that are stacked on your desk. “I’ve got backorders on backorders, out-of-date maintenance logs, you name it. But I’m one person. And there’s not exactly a line to come work down here.”

“You’re stressed,” he notes.

“No shit.”

“Overwhelmed.”

“Tired of giving orders and making requests that are ignored.”

“Tired of being in charge?”

“Sometimes. Yeah,” you admit. “But someone has to be.”

He nods. “When’s Gregor planetside again?”

You glare at him, but he gives you a knowing look. You sigh. “Who the kriff knows? That’s not a regular thing, by the way. Just a way to blow off steam. But it’s been months since I saw him last. Seems he’s being kept busy.” You worry about the commando sometimes, but you’re not about to admit it. Judging by the look Crater gives you, you don’t need to.

“And you were more tolerable when it was happening,” he teases.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, I’m on my own in that department for the foreseeable future.”

You don’t know why you feel comfortable talking with him about Gregor. Probably because it felt less like an accusation and more of just a concerned observation, not like he was looking to get more gossip at your expense.

Because you trust him. Maybe too much.

Crater is quiet for a moment, watching you carefully, clearly weighing something.

“What?”

He smirks.

“Well, if you’d ever like to blow off some steam, let me know. But you can’t keep taking it out on my men.”

You snort out a laugh. “Crate, I don’t think you can help with that.”

“Oh, I think I could.”

“How so?” Your curiosity is piqued, particularly with the way his grin is playful but his eyes have darkened considerably. You’re in denial internally about what he might be implying, but that only lasts for another second as Crater huffs a quiet laugh before closing the distance between you. He puts one gloved hand on your desk, leaning over you as his other hand comes to rest just above your shoulder, gripping the back of your chair. Your stomach flutters as he stares down at you, tilted back in your chair so far you feel as though you’d tip over if he let go. The chair creaks, but you hardly note it over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. You can feel his breath on your cheek and your cunt throbs at the realization he’s standing between your knees, your toes barely touching the floor with the way he has you tipped backward. You feel as though you can’t breathe. He’s studying you again, clearly making a final judgment call before he speaks.

“I think you’d like someone else to take charge for once. So you can let go.”

His voice is so low, it feels as though it rumbles every organ in you and sends shivers down your spine. He’s so close, you can smell him, see the tattoos on his neck that just barely poke out above the collar of his black undersuit, and the greys that are beginning to dot his dark chestnut beard and hair. You’ve always thought Crater was attractive. You’d have to be blind not to, but you’d never anticipated having him lean over you like this, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him while he suggests things like that.

At least, you think that’s what he’s suggesting.

You can’t help but tremble slightly at the thought as his eyes bore holes into yours. Your thighs clench together subconsciously, and his eyes dart downwards, watching you squirm. He laughs in a low rasp that promises trouble, straightening and picking his helmet up off the desk. You haven’t moved, but he’s already at your door, pushing it open again.

“Remember what I said, Bolts. All of it.”

And with that, he’s gone.

—

Weeks pass. Nothing gets better. If anything, things get worse. A major supply hyperspace lane gets shut down by Separatist forces, meaning parts are even harder to come by, causing even more delays. At least the clone pilots seem more understanding, the 28th Wing in particular. You aren’t sure if Crater privately met with his men, but they have been suddenly more lenient with you. The natborns, however, make up for it by being infinitely more terrible.

“THIS IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE,” one particularly surly human admiral rants, spittle flying unchecked as you don’t even bother looking up from your datapad. “You are to have those fighters ready to go within a rotation. That is an order.”

“Well, unfortunately for you, Admiral, I don’t take orders from the GAR,” you mutter. “And unless you’ve got a stash of converters, stabilizers, hyperdrive capacitors, and power couplings in your back pocket, no, your fighters will not be ready to go in a rotation.”

“I’ll have your job for this.”

You’re exhausted, but can’t help but give him a smug smirk, nudging him even closer to an explosion. He’s easy prey in that respect, hardly sporting, but it’s been a miserable week, and you’re ready to have some fun. He’s not the first officer to try to intimidate you with unemployment, and you know he’s unlikely to be the last. But you also know it’s an empty threat. No one else could handle this work. If that person existed, the GAR would already have hired them since you’ve pissed off everyone else.

“I have work to do, Admiral. So if you’re done bloviating, get out of my office and try to have a lovely evening.”

The man is practically purple with rage, veins bulging from his throat above his tight Republic collar. He clearly isn’t used to having people check him, and his response is even more telling.

“I’d heard you were challenging, but really, you’re just a frigid little bitch.”

That does it.

You stand, kicking your seat away from you. It rolls into the back wall with a loud crash. “You wanna try that again, Admiral?” you ask, charging towards him with anger heating your cheeks. He’s taller than you, but that’s never stopped you, and you certainly aren’t going to let some washed-up asshole that reeks of stale caf and cheap cologne talk to you like that in your own office. His fists clench, and you almost hope he swings first so you have an excuse to pummel him right there.

“Problem in here?”

You both whirl to look at the doorway. There stands Crater, helmet on and cocked to the side as he studies the both of you. His posture is completely relaxed, as if he didn’t just walk in on the start of a physical altercation.

It takes all of the wind out of your sails.

The admiral turns and smirks down at you, clearly convinced he’s won by your reaction. “I was just leaving.” He pushes past Crater, exiting the office. Crater’s visor never leaves you, but you can’t look at him.

You’re fuming. Angry that nothing’s going right. Angry that your garage can’t run efficiently and the reasons are completely out of your control. Angry that you didn’t sock that admiral in the jaw. Angry that he got the best of you and he knows it.

Crater says your name, but you don’t look up, trying to slow your breathing. He sighs and turns to leave.

You make a decision.

“Captain.”

He turns back.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you plunge into uncharted territory.

“I’ll take you up on that offer you made a few weeks back.”

He doesn’t move for a moment before, clearly making sure you won’t change your mind. Some of your fire returns at his hesitation, and you jut your chin out defiantly.

“Chickening out on me?” you challenge.

In an instant, he’s closed the distance between you and has backed you up against the wall. Your breath fogs his visor as he stares down at you, resting his hand against your throat.

“You certain you want to be a brat right out of the gate?”

You swallow hard, feeling the gloved palm of his hand press against your neck.

“Might want to pace yourself. Otherwise you’ll be in for a long night,” he warns.

“What makes you think that isn’t what I was hoping for?”

He chuckles darkly, and the helmet’s modulator seems to make it even more intimidating.

“What are your hard no’s?”

“You’ll be hard-pressed to find them,” you reply. Your mouth is dry, but other places are already soaking. You’re almost glad he has you braced against the wall because your knees suddenly feel gelatinous beneath you.

He tilts his head. “Think on it a bit more. Have an answer when I come back from my briefing. Then we’ll begin.” He releases your throat and steps back. “Be ready.”

He once again leaves you alone in your office, shivering in his absence.

How the fuck do I get ready for this?

You brush your hair out of your face, catching a glance at your reflection in the small mirror you have stuck to one wall. You’re covered in grease and sweat, and your hair is sticking out at odd angles.

A shower then.

You’re glad the day’s over as you slide your office door closed. It would be hard to concentrate on anything else right now. You push through the door that connects to the small apartment and refresher that have become your home away from home. It had been one of your few stipulations when you took the job, knowing you’d rarely make it back down to your lower-level Coruscant apartment. It had originally been a large storage closet, but with some work, you’d converted it into a decent-sized bedroom, stacking a few changes of clothes in an empty crate in one corner. The bed was at least comfortable, tucked up against one wall with a small bedside table next to it. You quickly shove the dirty clothes strewn on the floor in a corner before shucking off your jumpsuit and hurriedly showering. You don’t have any sort of lingerie or anything remotely alluring here, and you’re considering what to wear while wrapped in a towel when you hear a soft knock at your door.

You turn and find Crater’s silhouette looming there, blocking out the dim light of your office.

“That was a quick briefing.”

He shrugs as if he’s used to coming upon you in only a towel.

“You shut the office door?” you ask.

“Yes. And you should really get that fixed.” His helmet is off, and his dark eyes are roving over you and your towel-covered body.

“Add it to my list,” you mutter, trying to maintain some sort of confidence under his stare. “I’m sure that admiral will be so pleased to hear it takes priority over his fighters.”

He snorts in amusement as he steps into the room, shutting the apartment door behind him. He sets the helmet on the ground before he starts peeling off the top half of his armor, one piece of plastoid at a time, and neatly stacking it in the corner.

“Did you think more on what your hard no’s are?” he asks.

You’d come up with a few and rattle them off.

“Those are fairly extreme. Don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” he rasps. The top half of his armor is completely off now, and he rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt as he approaches you, circling you slowly. “But I’m glad you put serious thought into it and came up with something.”

“You got anything I need to avoid doing?” you ask, trying not to nervously rock on your heels. You’d rarely had issues with people seeing you naked, but for some reason, Crater’s gaze has you feeling timid, even with the towel still hiding your body.

“I don’t think you’ll get there, but I’ll let you know if you get close,” he replies as he comes to a stop in front of you. His sleeves are rolled all the way to his elbows, and you can see the tendrils of the other end of his tattoos poking out on his forearms. You’d never realized how far his tattoos stretched, only ever having seen the fine lines that poked out of the collar of his shirt. Now, you find you want to know how much of his skin is inked and how far the pattern stretches.

“My eyes are up here, gorgeous.”

You flush, but raise your eyes to meet his steady gaze. He’s watching you carefully and fuck, you want to squirm with him looking at you like that.

“So you respond to praise then. You prefer that?”

You shrug. “Could go both ways.”

“Where would you like me to cum?”

You can’t help but smirk at that question, but his expression is stern. “Wherever you like,” you reply. “I’ve got an implant.”

He hums, gently brushing some of your damp hair out of your face, a tender gesture that contrasts sharply with his next question. “May I mark you?”

“Nowhere the jumpsuit can’t cover.”

“How rough would you like me to be?”

You think for a moment. “Breathplay is good. Impact too. Bruising is fine. Nothing that would draw blood.”

He smirks. “Good girl.”

Your thighs rub together, and he notices, huffing a quiet laugh.

“Toys I can use?”

You point to the bedside table. “In that drawer.”

“You know the color system?”

You nod.

“Give me your definitions.”

“Green is good. Yellow is slow down. Red is stop.”

“And if you can’t verbally communicate?”

“Three taps.” You reach out and demonstrate on his chest, letting your fingertips rest there.

He catches your hand. “I want to be very clear here. You are under no obligation to do anything with me. And if you say red, we stop. No debate, no questions. This is for your benefit, so I’ll push, but when I hit a limit, you have to let me know. Deal?”

You can’t help but smile there. “Deal.”

“Any other last requests?”

“Ruin me.” The words fall out of your mouth before you realize you’ve said them, but you don’t regret them. You need this, and he can see it. Crater’s eyes darken even more, and he grins wickedly as he pulls your wrist to his lips. You feel his beard scratch your skin, and you shiver at the thought of where else you may feel that sensation before the night is over.

“With pleasure.” He cups your jaw, running a thumb over your lower lip. “You will refer to me as Captain or sir. Understood?”

A thrill shoots through you, and you push your luck, shrugging. “Sure.”

His nostrils flare and his grip on your jaw tightens. “You are such a fucking brat,” he whispers. “I'll fix that.” He grips the towel, giving it a firm yank and tossing it in the corner. He steps back and studies you. You shiver again, although you can’t be sure if it’s from the chill on your damp skin or his piercing gaze. He circles you again, inspecting every inch of your body. You feel yourself tremble slightly as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “On your knees.”

You think about pushing him further, but decide against it, at least for the moment, slowly sinking to your knees and gazing up at him expectantly.

“Open your mouth.”

You narrow your eyes at him. He squats down in front of you, balancing on the balls of his feet, watching you. You start to giggle from nerves, but his hand rockets out, catching your jaw again and squeezing until your lips part from the pressure.

He slips the tip of his glove into your mouth.

“Bite,” he grits out.

He loosens his hold just enough for you to do as you’re told this time, gently taking the tip of the fabric between your teeth. His fingers slip out of the glove, and he takes it from you. He repeats the exercise with his other glove, tucking them both in his back pocket. Warm tan fingers press on your lower lip, and you open your mouth, allowing him in. Two fingers slide in, pressing on your tongue. Saliva pools in your mouth, but Crater keeps your jaw pried open until you feel some drool slide down your chin.

“Messy girl,” he rasps. “Suck.”

You close your lips around his fingers, sucking gently on the pads. You can taste his sweat, slightly salty against your tongue.

“Oh, come on, gorgeous. With a mouth like that, I expected more. You’re going to have to do better than that if you want me to let you suck my cock later.”

You feel your cunt throb and you inhale sharply as warmth floods between your legs. You’re certain you’re dripping onto the floor by now, and it’s only been a few minutes.

“You like that thought, don’t you?” Crater asks, shoving his fingers into the back of your throat. You gag, and he starts to withdraw, but you catch his wrist, pressing his fingers deeper while you run your tongue over his knuckles.

Crater’s brow furrows and his lips part slightly as he watches you gag again on his fingers, but you keep going, obediently sliding them in and out of your mouth. You hum around him, and you can see he’s fighting to maintain control. You grin.

“Something to say, pretty girl?” he asks, shoving another finger into your mouth. “Go on.”

“Having fun, Captain?” is what you try to ask, but it comes out garbled around his digits.

“Try again, gorgeous. I can’t understand you.”

You glare up at him and he smirks before withdrawing his fingers.

“I was always told it’s rude to talk with my mouth full, sir,” you snark.

“You’ve had no problem being rude up until this point,” he murmurs, letting his damp hand trail across your collarbone before grazing your breast.

You clench around nothing. It's been months since anyone touched you.

He notices your response, raising his eyebrow as he pinches one nipple between his fingers and tugs it gently. You whimper quietly.

“Needy,” he observes.

“Been a while.” He pinches your nipple harder. “Sir,” you gasp.

“Hmm.” He releases you, pushing himself to a standing position. You shift, trying to gain some source of friction, but he slips a knuckle under your chin, tilting your head upwards. “None of that. You take what I give, and nothing more. Understood?”

You bat your eyelashes at him. “Yes, sir.”

Crater stares down at you with an unamused expression for another half a beat before releasing you. He crosses your room to your nightstand and pulls open the drawer, rummaging inside. You can see his eyes raking over the contents, carefully cataloging everything before he holds up your plug, glancing over at you.

“You stretch yourself on this?”

“Yes, sir,” you say quietly.

“Anyone ever taken you there?”

“No.” It’s something you’ve always wanted to try, but you’ve never had a partner you felt bold enough to ask. And those that have asked have always seemed too eager. So you’ve resorted to toys, stuffing your ass full with the plug as you fucked your cunt with another toy. But no matter how many times you came, teeth clenched around the fabric of your pillowcase, your curiosity about the real thing still wasn’t sated. You always knew it would have to be with someone you trust completely, someone you know won’t push you or your boundaries just to lay claim to you.

Someone like Crater.

He stays silent, clearly expecting more from you.

You try to stutter out a more thorough response. “B-but I like to feel full when I…”

“When you what, pretty girl?”

“When I fuck myself.”

The corner of his lip curls. “Filthier than I thought. Good.” He takes out a bottle of lube, your dildo with the remote, and the plug and sits on the bed with them next to him. He leans forward on his knees, crooking a finger towards you.

“Come here, gorgeous.”

You grin, falling forward on your hands and crawling towards him, allowing your ass to sway back and forth. His face remains neutral as you slide between his knees, running your hands over the plastoid that still covers his thighs. You’ve always been good at finding the right buttons to push with people, but Crater has largely remained a mystery to you in all the time that you’ve known him. Now, you watch carefully as you scrape your fingers closer to his inner thigh, watching for any telltale twitch. You want to see if you can make him crack.

He’s immovable.

“You seem to think this is some sort of competition,” he says quietly, as though he can read your thoughts. “You won’t break me, sweetheart.”

You pout your lips. “You’re no fun.”

He slips one hand into your hair and grips tightly, pulling your head back as he leans over you again. You can feel the roots of your hair tug sharply, and it sends another thrill through you. Crater leans forward to whisper directly into your ear. His beard scrapes your cheek, and his breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “You’re still being a brat.”

“I thought pilots enjoyed a challenge,” you manage to gasp.

“I do.” He releases your hair, and you sit back. He shifts back on the bed and pats his knees. You start to straddle one, but he places a hand on your hip, stilling you. “No, love. Over them.”

Your legs quiver at the realization of what he’s asking, and your mouth falls open slightly.

“Tick-tock, pretty girl. The longer you stand there and waste my time, the longer this’ll be.”

You drape yourself over his thighs slowly, shuddering at the chill of the plastoid and how the edges of it bite into your skin. You rest your elbows and knees on the mattress on either side of him, balancing as he pushes down on the small of your back to arch it to his liking. Your ass is in the air, and it feels so exposed. Crater rubs small circles in your spine before allowing his hand to drift downward, lightly passing over the curve of your ass. You feel your skin explode in an array of goosebumps as a jolt shoots through you. You unleash a shuddering breath.

“You are needy. So eager to be touched,” he teases as he traces down the curve of your ass, curling his fingers on the inside of your thigh. He’s so close to where you want him, but he steers clear of your dripping cunt. For now.

“I think fifteen is a good start considering how you’ve behaved the last few weeks,” he rasps. “And if you’re good, I’ll let you have my cock.”

“Fifteen, huh? Can you count that high, Captain?” you ask, earning yourself a sharp pinch to your nipple with his other hand. You inhale sharply, biting back a curse.

“Twenty then. And you’ll be the one counting. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, smart girl?”

You open your mouth to retort, but the first smack lands hard, biting into the skin of your asscheek. Heat floods through you and your mouth falls open.

You’re already craving another.

“Count for me, or we start over.”

“One,” you pant.

He continues, landing some blows over the same area, and you can feel the heat and redness bloom there. Other times, he moves onto an untouched patch of skin, and the shock of sudden pain makes you squirm, desperate for some sort of friction against your neglected clit. It feels as though electricity is licking up your spine with every strike, the pain giving way to a euphoria you’ve never before experienced as his warm palm soothes your stinging skin in between each blow.

But you keep count.

“See, I knew you could be a good girl for me. You’re doing so well,” he whispers as he rubs the place you’re certain he just left a handprint. “Halfway there.�� One hand curls around your thigh again, and you feel fingers finally brush against your folds, slipping along them with ease. “I see you’re enjoying yourself,” Crater observes. “You’re soaked.” He lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking your taste off of them before he lets his hand slip back between your legs, sinking two of his thick digits into you. You fist the blankets as the next blow lands at the same time Crater curls his fingers inside of you.

“Ah fuck! Eleven!”

Crater pulls out slightly out before pressing back into the knuckle, driving into you. He finds the spongy place inside of you and bears down on it as he spanks you again in the same place. Your eyes roll back into your head.

“T-twelve.”

“Good girl.”

SMACK.

“Thirteen,” you whine. The plastoid is so cold against your heated, sweaty skin as you writhe in his lap, trying to press back against his hand. He adds a third finger.

“Who would have known all it took for you to be nicer was a few spanks and some fingers in your pussy?” Crater chuckles. “Such a desperate girl.”

“Please,” you whisper.

“Please what?”

“More.”

“So polite all of a sudden.” He presses against your asshole with his thumb, and you arch your back, pushing against him. “Oh, you want me to take you there, don’t you? Want me to claim your ass tonight?”

You do. You want him to, and he knows it. You mouth a silent “yes” as you glance back at him, and his eyebrow raises at your muted admission.

Crater hums as he pushes harder against the tight ring of muscle and you gasp. Your knuckles are white with how hard you’re gripping the sheets.

“Color?”

“Green. Fuck. Green.”

SMACK.

“FOURTEEN.”

Your breath is coming in short pants as he rubs at the raised, tender flesh of your ass. You hear the click of a cap, and suddenly his thumb is pressed back against your asshole again, slicker than before. He pushes forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle as he curls his fingers in your cunt again.

“Oh, Maker, yes. Right there, Crate-”

SMACK.

“It’s Captain or sir,” he reminds you in that same gravelly tone he used on Strike, sending a shiver through you. “Now what do we say when someone gives you what you want?”

“Fifteen! Thank you, sir,” you gasp, tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes.

“Good girl.”

You clench around his fingers at the praise, and he huffs another laugh, pressing his thumb deeper into your ass. He lands the next few blows in rapid succession.

SMACK.

“SIXTEEN. THANK YOU, CAPTAIN.”

SMACK.

“FUCK. SEVENTEEN. THANK YOU, SIR.”

You can feel the coil tightening in your stomach as he lands two more, nearing the end. After nineteen, you’re babbling in his lap, desperately pressing back against his hand, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“You think you deserve to cum?” he asks.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” you whimper.

“Not yet, pretty girl.”

SMACK.

“Twenty,” you sob.

He removes his fingers from you, and you immediately feel painfully empty. His other palm rests on your back, rubbing soothing circles as you feel your pulse in your fluttering, empty cunt.

“You did so well,” he praises. You quiver under his touch. “Are you still green?”

“Still g-green,” you stutter.

“Louder.”

“Green,” you declare more firmly.

“Good. Lie down.”

He helps you stand on shaky legs, carefully moving you to lie on your back on the bed. You feel the softness of the blanket rub against the inflamed skin of your ass and thighs, and you shudder at the thought of the marks that’ll be there tomorrow, a reminder of your night with the captain.

But he’s far from done with you.

“Wait here,” he commands. “Don’t touch yourself.”

“Yes, sir,” you sigh with a hint of a whine.

He retreats to the refresher, washing his hand before he comes back, his head tilted as he watches you, laid out for him on your bed. He quickly removes the rest of his armor and boots, grinning smugly as your eyes follow every new part of him that’s exposed to you. You want him, and he knows it. Reaching for his waist, he tugs his shirt up and over his head, tossing it next to his armor.

He’s fucking stunning. You knew he would be, but somehow still weren’t prepared. The tattoos you’d seen evidence of curl from his elbows over his shoulders, weaving in geometric patterns across his collarbone and shoulder blades before reaching up his neck, where they end. Each line seems to flawlessly frame a muscle or tendon, perfectly accentuating it. His body is littered with small scars, with one larger one visible on his hip, dipping below the waistline of his pants. Without his codpiece, you can see the pronounced outline of his cock, straining against the black fabric. Your mouth waters, and you lick your lips, meeting his eyes.

“Not yet,” he teases.

You’re huffy now, having recovered slightly from your denied orgasm, and he glowers at you as you pout.

“Hands under the headboard,” he orders. You glare at him for another moment, and he raises his eyebrow again in warning. You concede, slipping your fingers under the wooden edge and gripping it tightly. “Good. Keep them there,” he orders as he slowly approaches the bed. “Or else I’ll get some binders.”

“Probably the most use they’ll have gotten,” you snicker.

“You really want to make this difficult?”

“Got a reputation to keep up.”

He snorts before climbing onto the bed and straddling you, lowering his body onto yours slowly. You can feel the warmth of his chest against your skin, and your body is screaming at you to wrap your legs around him, but you really aren’t that interested in the binders that he threatened you with.

You’re more interested in getting his cock inside of you as quickly as possible.

Crater is infuriatingly patient and precise in his motions, but then again, you suppose that’s why he commands an entire combat wing. He slips his hand into your hair again, gripping but not pulling. He tilts your head slightly, exposing your neck to him. “If I remember correctly, your jumpsuit collar goes to about here,” he whispers, nosing at the perceived boundary on the skin of your throat. His beard is tickling you, and you’re shaking with anticipation. “That seem right to you?”

“Yes, s-sir,” you stutter.

“Already a mess and I’ve hardly started,” he rasps, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll have you begging soon enough.” He kisses your neck, and you let out a sharp exhale. You’ve tried to play it neutral, but somehow, he’s zoned in on the exact spot you like to be kissed, the spot that drives you wild. And he notices the way you respond, bearing down on it with his teeth and tongue. You start to grind against him, desperate for any sort of friction, desperate to feel his cock. You manage to catch the head of it on your clit through his pants, rubbing for a millisecond before his unoccupied hand locks firmly on your hip, holding you still.

“You’ll take what I give, pretty girl,” he snarls in your ear. “And the longer you’re greedy, the longer you’ll wait to have me fill that pretty pussy.”

You whine but relent, letting him resume his attack on your neck and collar bone. He works slowly and methodically, marking you as he works his way to your breasts, where he seemingly spends an eternity lavishing them with attention. He sucks bruises, he bites gently, and he takes your nipples in his mouth, paying special attention to what makes you writhe and gasp.

And then he moves lower, slipping between your legs and kissing just below your navel as he spreads your legs wide with his hands on the back of your thighs. His breath is so warm against your dripping cunt, and you spasm in his grip as he blows on you purposefully.

“Asshole,” you grumble.

He bites the inside of your thigh hard, and you yelp. Looking down, you can already see the bruise blossoming where his teeth caught your skin.

“Only nice girls get to cum. Now, remember, keep your hands where they are.”

He nuzzles against the flesh of your unmarked thigh, placing warm kisses and gentle bites. His beard scrapes the tender skin just before his teeth graze you, threatening to mark you where only you’ll see. You close your eyes, tipping your head back as you try to fight the way your legs are trembling, but that earns you a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.”

You catch your lip between your teeth as you obey, your eyes finding his brown ones, which seem to be practically glowing. He keeps his gaze locked with yours as he nuzzles your clit, blowing on it gently. You whine, and your legs try to close, but he firmly holds them open.

“I’m going to break you,” he whispers. “By the time I’m done, all you’ll know is my name and the word ‘please’.”

You tremble again just as he dives in, driving his tongue and eating you ravenously as you gasp and thrash in his grasp.

Crater is a master at pulling you apart slowly, and he takes his time, working you to the edge with his tongue and mouth and then chuckling as he pulls away, leaving you trembling and crying out in frustration. He’s a quick study and eventually adds his fingers, thrusting into your cunt as he suckles at your clit in the way that he now knows will have you clenching and gasping. The third time he deprives you, you unleash a frustrated growl, and he laughs quietly at your frustration.

“Please, Captain,” you whine. “Please.”

“Not yet.”

He goes at you again, alternating with his tongue and his fingers, and it feels as though it only takes seconds for your body to begin to tighten, begging for the release that he’s robbed you of.

“Knew you’d taste good,” he mumbles into your skin as he presses his fingers back inside of you. “So sweet and warm.”

“P-p-please. Please.”

He nips at your thigh and you cry out, tears leaping into your eyes as droplets of perspiration dot your forehead. Crater bears down on the spot inside of you, watching you as you babble.

“Please, I'll do anything you want. Please, sir, please. I need it.”

“Tell me what you need, gorgeous.”

“I need to cum. Please. Do anything you want to me. Please just let me cum. PLEASE!”

“Not yet.”

You sob.

He keeps working you, disintegrating your resolve with every pass of his tongue and his fingers. The scratch of his beard is delicious, contrasting sharply with the warmth of his mouth and the soft press of his tongue against you as he laps at your heat.

“Captain, please. Gods above, I’ll let you have anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes. I’ll suck your cum out of your cock. You can have my ass. I’ll give you anything.”

He chuckles. “At the bargaining phase, are we?”

The tears are streaming from your eyes, and you unleash a choked sob.

“Ask me again.”

You’re gasping now, teetering on the edge.

“Please, Captain. Please let me cum.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your clit, and you moan, your knuckles aching from how hard you’re holding the headboard.

“Cum for me.”

You do, screaming his name as your body spasms with wave after wave of your orgasm. He holds you in place, working you through it until your body finally sags into the bed, slick with sweat and wrung out. Your mind is hazy as you feel him crawl up next to you, pressing his fingers against your lips. You let your mouth fall open, welcoming them in as you clean your release from the pads of his fingers. When he’s satisfied, he leans over you and kisses you, and you can feel how wet his beard is from your release. He reaches up as he kisses you, pulling your hands from the headboard. You immediately bury them in his dark curls, running your fingers over the back of his head, relishing this new touch he’s permitted.

The way Crater kisses you feels as though he’s stealing the air from your lungs. His tongue gently finds its way inside your mouth, running along your lower lip as his hands wander your body, gently rubbing and caressing. After what feels like an eternity and not long enough, he relents, resting his forehead against yours.

“Are you ready to continue, my gorgeous girl?”

“Yes, sir.” You’d been determined to make this harder for him, but he’s broken you, and you’re more than ready to bend to whatever his will may be. You trust him implicitly, just like you always have, but somehow, it feels deeper now. You know as rough as he may be with you here, he’ll never hurt you in a way you don’t ask for. His eyes are staring directly into yours as he strokes your cheek tenderly.

“So good for me,” he whispers. He kisses your cheek, moving along your jaw until he reaches your ear. He gently takes your earlobe between his teeth as he grips your thigh, coaxing you to wrap your legs around him. You do it immediately, quivering again at the thought of finally being filled by his cock.

Crater is kicking his pants off as he whispers into your ear. “Now that you’re being good, I’m going to fuck you until you’re boneless. You’re going to cum exactly as many times as I want you to, and no less. But you have to ask me first, and ask nicely. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Color?”

You can feel the head of his cock resting against the puffy, soaked lips of your pussy. Crater is stroking himself against your slit, coating himself with your release. You look down and see he’s as big as Gregor, but with a little more girth, and Maker above you’ve never wanted anything more.

“Green.”

He grunts as he notches his head at your entrance. “Good girl.”

Crater enters you slowly, watching your face as he breaches you. Your release makes it easier to take him, but not easy. You feel your walls stretch to accommodate him as he slowly thrusts shallowly into you, pressing a little deeper each time. Every time his head catches your entrance, you whimper, and he responds with a thrust. You can feel how tightly you’re stretched around him, every ridge apparent as he takes what you’re more than willing to surrender.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers.

You reach up to touch his face, and he catches your hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist before he leans forward and captures your lips again. He groans into your mouth as he bottoms out, pressing his hips against yours, and the feeling of him inside of you is bliss you’ve never experienced. He stays still, but his entire body is tensed, a taut spring waiting to be unleashed. He strokes your cheek.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I won’t be gentle.”

You raise your head, grazing his lips with yours. “I don’t want you to be.”

He chuckles darkly. “Good.”

His hips draw back before slamming against yours, and you see stars as the head of his cock finds the perfect place inside you. He starts off at a steady but hard pace, knocking the wind from you with every thrust of his hips. His hands wander your body, squeezing your breasts, playing with your clit, finding every place that makes you unfurl more underneath him.

At one point, he sits up, placing his hands at the back of your knees and pushing them towards your chest. The angle of his next thrust has you screaming to religious entities you don’t even believe in as he reaches impossibly deeper inside of you. His thrusts are deliberate and perfectly timed, his fingers bruising, and it’s not long before you’re pleading with him again.

“Maker, I’m gonna cum again. Please let me cum, Captain. Please.”

“Yeah? Already? You’re not making this very difficult.” He sheathes himself to the hilt and holds there. It feels as though he’s rearranging your insides, and you’re shocked you can’t see an outline of his cock through your stomach.

“Gods. Please, Crate. I’m so full.” Tears are leaking from the corners of your eyes as he drags himself out again, leaving just the head inside of you. His thumb presses against your clit with a feather-light touch, and you jolt at the contact, whining desperately.

“Not yet, you’re not,” he rasps. You feel his fingers prod at your asshole, and you fist the sheets, arching your back as your mouth falls open. You hear the click of the lube bottle opening again.

“Color?”

“G-green.”

His cock slips from you, and you want to scream, but he holds your legs where they are, and you feel the blunt head of the plug nudge your other entrance.

“Relax for me, pretty girl.”

You do, inhaling and exhaling deeply as you quiver with anticipation. The plug slips inside you, and it’s bliss you’ve never experienced. Crater watches you for a moment before he slides his cock back inside of your pussy, folding you back in half again.

You’ve never felt this full before, never this pleasured, and you’re not sure you’ll ever feel this way again.

But you need it.

“Fuck. Don’t stop.”

A hand settles on your throat, firmer than the last time he grasped you like that.

“Eyes open for me, love.”

You didn’t even realize you’d closed them, but your eyes flutter open and find Crater’s in the dim lighting. They’re piercing. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and his gaze follows it.

“Do as you’re told, yeah?” he groans.

“Yes, sir,” you gasp.

The grip on your throat tightens slightly, pressing on the sides. “Squeeze for me.”

You focus on contracting your muscles even though your mind feels like a blur. Crater grunts as your cunt tightens around him. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” His cock slams into you, and you relax, letting him fill you.

“Again.”

Crater releases your legs, fucking you with his hand around your neck. You’ve never tried spice, but you imagine this has to be what it’s like. You’re floating, you’re moaning, you’re sweating, all while wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, more intense with every thrust of Crater’s hips as the head of his cock continues to stroke that perfect place inside you. The grip on your throat tightens when he wants you to flex your muscles, and after a few cycles of it, you tighten around him without having to be asked. Crater’s fucking you in earnest now, the hand still around your throat, and your head is swimming. He releases you for a second, watching you.

“Color?”

“Green,” you whisper.

“Louder for me.”

“Green,” you say more firmly.

He’s still watching, and you see a flicker of something, concern maybe.

“I said I’m green, Crater.”

He takes your hand, placing it on his side. “Tap if you need.”

“I will. Now please fuck me.”

The grip tightens again, and you’re back to floating, and before you know it, you’re begging him again.

“Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

You do. You cum hard, clawing at his back as he bites your shoulder. Your vision whites out as you writhe underneath him, clenching around his cock until the orgasm subsides, leaving you panting.

“Good. That’s two.”

“How many you shooting for?” you gasp.

“As many as it takes. Now on your knees for me, love.”

You roll over onto your knees, bracing yourself against your elbows. You feel exposed like this, back arched and presenting yourself to the captain. You feel him staring at your dripping heat, and you shiver under his gaze. His fingers trace along your lips as he positions himself behind you, nudging your knees apart as he presses his cock back into you. Your back arches almost by instinct, and he groans as he bottoms out, leaning over you. You feel his abdomen press against the plug in your ass, and you try to push backwards to drive it in deeper, but a sharp smack to your ass makes you freeze.

“What did I tell you about being greedy?” he rasps. “You take what I give you.”

You squeeze around him in the only act of defiance you can muster, and he chuckles darkly before he leans forward, pinning your arms behind your back with one hand while fisting your hair with the other. The roots of your hair creak again under his grip, but the pain is beautiful as he slams into your cunt again with a wet slap that makes your face burn.

“You talk a big game, but I know what you really crave,” he grunts as he fucks you. “You want to be told how filthy you are. You want to be used like this, to surrender to someone else. You want someone else to take charge. Your dripping little cunt tells me everything I need to know.” He’s got his weight tipped forward onto the small of your back, arching it even further as he snaps his hips into you again, accelerating the pace with each thrust until he’s pounding you into your mattress. Your head is pulled back and forth by the grip he has on your hair, and you allow yourself to go limp as Crater drives into you again and again. You’re more than happy to let him use you, especially as he strokes your insides deliciously, stretching you around his cock as your ass relaxes around the plug. It’s bliss.

After a few minutes, he adjusts again, tipping further forward, and suddenly, he finds the deepest part of you again, and he knows it when you moan loudly under him. He slows, dragging himself out of you before thrusting roughly back in, and you try to bury your face in the sheets to hide the obscene whines that are falling from your lips. But a rough tug of your hair turns your face outward, and you gasp and moan, some of your saliva leaking onto the sheets as Crater fucks you.

“None of that, love. I want to hear every noise you make.”

He pulls you apart, piece by piece, yanking another orgasm from you in a matter of minutes before he flips you back onto your back, pulling your ankles up to rest on his shoulders and gripping your hips as he pistons into you roughly. You lose track of how many times you’ve orgasmed, and each time, Crater only allows you a moment to catch your breath before he’s moving you again, gripping your body roughly and taking what he wants from you. You’re boneless and malleable, and he’s seemingly insatiable.

He’s fucking you on your back again, with one leg extended between his with the other on his shoulder as he drives into your soaked cunt. Sweat is trickling down his neck, trailing along the lines of his tattoos. His dark curls are glistening with moisture, and one drop falls from his nose, landing on your abdomen as he snaps his hips into you relentlessly.

“I’m almost there, love,” he gasps. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”

You’re panting with exertion, trying to hold your orgasm at bay as he grips your hip, driving himself into you impossibly deeper. You worry that his orgasm will mean the end of this night, and he seems to notice your concern.

“Ask for what you want, pretty girl.”

You’re suddenly shy, even with his cock buried inside you, even wearing the marks of his teeth and his hands on your flesh.

He slows, whispering your name. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to have me there, Crater.”

His eyes search yours for a second before he resumes his relentless pace. “I’m going to cum in this pussy. Then you’re going to clean my cock off with that smart mouth of yours. And once I’m nice and hard again, I’ll claim you there. That what you want?”

Heat rises in your cheeks. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir. Please sir.”

“Good girl.”

He leans forward, adjusting to the angle that he knows will rip another orgasm from you, and sure enough, you’re pleading with him again in a matter of seconds. This time, he’s merciful.

“Cum with me. Right now. Do it.”

You’ve never been so responsive to a lover, never felt as though your body was perfectly calibrated to follow their commands, but Crater’s words send you hurtling over the edge, and you feel him twitch as he empties himself inside of you. It takes several thrusts, and you’re certain you’re full of his cum, dripping with it.

His final thrusts make obscene sounds, and you feel the warm stickiness dribble out of you. Crater pushes himself up on his hands and knees, reaching for the dildo and gently nestling it inside of you, replacing his cock. It’s cold and not enough compared to him, but your disappointment only lasts a moment as he crawls to the head of your bed, sitting against your headboard with his legs spread. He reaches for the remote on your nightstand and beckons you forward.

“Come clean me off, love. Get me ready to take you again.”

You feel as though you’re drunk as you roll yourself onto your hands and knees, clumsily crawling towards him on wobbly limbs. He watches you with a slight smirk as you drop to your elbows between his knees, nuzzling at his abdomen and kissing the scar on his hip. He gently brushes your hair out of your face, gathering it in one hand.

“You want this, love?”

“So much,” you whisper.

His cock is still half-hard, glistening with your combined releases, and you gently wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around the tip. The taste is salty and tangy and warm, and you can’t believe how quickly you crave it, slipping him further into your mouth. He grunts in surprise as you suddenly feel a second wind overtake you, making you eager to run your tongue along every inch of him. You clean him until your saliva replaces the slick cum on his shaft, tracing veins and flicking the head of his cock with your tongue. You hear a dull thunk as his head falls back against your headboard, and he gathers your hair in one hand, applying pressure to the back of your head.

You want him to use you. You want him to bruise the back of your throat. You want him to make your voice rasp in the morning as a reminder of this night.

His cock hits the back of your throat, but you hold yourself there, fighting your gag reflex and the tears that are blurring your vision. You can see his abdomen heaving as he experimentally thrusts into your mouth, testing your limits. You swallow around him.

Crater moans.

“Good fucking girl. Maker, I knew that mouth would be incredible. Gonna have to be careful or else I’ll cum down your throat, love.”

You hum and the grip on your hair tightens as you feel his cock swell and pulse against your tongue.

“Oh, you want that do you? You want me to fuck your mouth?”

The sounds as your saliva squelches around him are obscene, but he begins pistoning up into your mouth, moving your head to meet his thrusts. You rest one hand on his thigh in case you need it, and you feel his muscles tense with every snap of his hips.

“So fucking good. I should come by more often just to do this. Shut your office door and fuck your throat when you get mouthy with me. You love this, don’t you? Love being put in your place. Love being used to slick my cock, you sloppy little thing. Relax your throat for me. Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that.”

You’ve never heard him this vocal, and as you manage to glance up, you see how his lips are slightly parted. His brows are furrowed, and you can tell you might finally have him knocked slightly off balance. A new wave of arousal shoots through you at the thought of making Crater crumble. With renewed fervor, you bury your nose in the curls at the base of his cock, inhaling his scent just before your airway is cut off, and you gag. But you hold yourself there, and his hand rests heavily on the back of your head.

Suddenly, you groan as he clicks the remote for the dildo in your cunt. It vibrates to life, pressing against your stretched walls, making your legs quiver.

“Good girls get rewarded,” he rasps.

You become ravenous, eager to taste his cum, desperate to have this man fill your throat. You want nothing more than to pleasure him, to submit to him, and you let him take what he wants from you. Crater drops the remote, burying both hands in your hair as he lazily thrusts in and out of your mouth, giving you instructions occasionally, which you follow without question. The dull buzz between your legs combined with the pressure in your ass and the throb of Crater’s cock on your tongue brings you to the edge again, but this time, you can’t beg with your mouth full.

He notices.

“Do it. Cum for me. You’ve been so good.”

He clicks the remote again, and you scream around his cock. He presses your head all the way down, groaning as your shrieks vibrate around him. Just as you’re spent, he pulls you off of him, turning the vibration off. He’s almost painfully hard, you can see that. His cock is fully erect and twitching, glistening with your saliva in the dull lighting of the room. You rest your cheek on his thigh, and he strokes your hair.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“Wanted… wanted to taste… you,” you pant.

He strokes your hair. “Another time. I promise.”

You whine. “Please fuck me.”

That was apparently the answer he was hoping for, not wanting to expend himself too early if that’s what you really wanted. He’s read you again, but you can’t be bothered by it as he asks you “Where?”

You know he’s making sure this is what you want, so you meet his eyes with as firm a gaze as you can muster. “Please fuck my ass, sir. I need it.”

“How could I refuse such a polite request?”

Crater eases out from underneath you, crawling around behind you and guiding you onto your stomach. He folds a pillow in half and helps you raise your hips to stuff it under them, raising them to his liking before he straddles you, enclosing your legs with his. He pushes the vibrator in your cunt a little deeper, you having squeezed it out slightly during your last orgasm, and then he clicks the low vibration back on. Your muscles tighten around it, and you grip the sheets, arching your back and moaning as he presses it further in and clicks the button again. The vibrations ramp up, and you writhe beneath him. He taps the end of the plug in your ass, and you turn to look over your shoulder at him.

“You gonna let me have your ass, sweetheart?”

It’s one last check. And you’re so grateful for it. But you’re also so impatient.

“Yes. Please fuck my ass, Captain.”

His eyes leave yours to watch as he plays with the plug a little, tapping and moving it in and out of you before he removes it completely. You feel achingly empty and wiggle your ass, hoping it will entice him to fill you faster. You’ve never been taken there before, but right now, you want nothing more.

“I’m going to go slow. Use your colors.”

“Please, Crater.”

The lube bottle clicks open, and a few seconds later you hear the sound of him slicking his cock. Coolness hits your asshole, and you gasp as fingers slip inside of you, working you even more open.

And then you feel it.

Crater uses one hand to spread your asscheeks as he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly begins to ease in. So slowly. Tears leap into your eyes as your muscles stretch to accommodate him. It’s slightly painful, but the pleasure outweighs it as he gently thrusts just the head in and out of you. It feels as though your cunt is stretching too, and the vibrations inside of you suddenly become more intense.

You need him deeper.

“More,” you plead.

Crater sinks a little further into you, moving his hand to the small of your back instead to brace himself. And that’s when it hits you: he’s inside of you completely, not having to hold himself there, in a place no one else has ever been.

The realization drives you wild.

And then he taps the vibrator again. You gasp loudly, fisting the sheets.

“More. Please!”

He sinks deeper, but it’s too much too fast this time. You gasp out a color.

“YELLOW.”

He backs off quickly, but your hand rockets around to keep him inside you.

“Just a little slower. I’m sorry. I thought I was ready,” you choke out.

“Don’t be sorry. Not at all. I’m glad you told me.” His voice is tight. You know he’s holding back. And that’s why you want to keep going. Because you trust him like you’ve trusted no one else.

“Don’t stop. Just go slower. But please don’t stop.”

“You’re sure?” he asks again.

“Yes. Please. I’m green.” You thrust back slightly, just to your breaking point, and he takes your lead. You feel your body relax around him, and this time, you’re positive when you ask him for more. He’s slow and patient, working his way inside you. The stretch is delicious, and Maker, you’ve never been this full. Nothing you do with your fingers or toys after this will be enough. Not with the way his hand is rubbing comforting circles in the small of your back as he destroys you one centimeter at a time.

“More.”

He sinks deeper, and now you’re babbling as he slowly drags himself back out of you before sinking back in. You reach between your legs to press the vibrator against your clit.

“Fuck, Crate. You’re so big. It’s so big and perfect. Fuck. I fucking love the way you feel in my ass.”

“You gonna let me cum in this tight ass, pretty girl?” he grits out. He doesn’t correct you on his title, but you’re pretty sure he’s almost as far gone as you are.

“Gods, yes. I want you to claim me there. Paint my walls where no one else has. I want to feel you leak back out of me.”

His hands grip your hips so hard you’re certain there’ll be a perfect set of fingerprints there. He’s doing everything in his power to go slow, and you can’t wait to turn him loose.

“More, Crate.”

You feel his hips come to rest against your ass as he bottoms out. He’s panting against your shoulder blades, attempting to keep his composure. The realization of how deep he is inside of you has your cunt fluttering around the vibrator, and you almost orgasm from the thought alone. He stretches his legs out, lowering his weight on top of you. One set of his fingers interlaces with yours, and the other hand comes around to cup your throat. He doesn’t squeeze this time, just cradles your jaw, holding your head up as he nuzzles against you.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispers against your skin. “So fucking good.”

You look over your shoulder at him as much as you can, watching a line of sweat trickle down his temple.

“Fuck me, Captain.”

He does. He’s slow at first, but the drag of his cock all the way back out and all the way back into your ass makes you mewl, and before long, you’re pressing back into him. He ramps the vibrator up to its highest setting, and your eyes roll back into your head.

“Harder. Please.”

He obliges, snapping his hips deeper and putting more of his weight into each thrust. Your toes dig into the sheets as your whole body begins to tighten.

“I’m so full. It’s so good. So good. Fuck.” You can’t stop babbling as he pounds into you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he gasps. “You take my cock so fucking well. Like you were made for it.” He groans loudly as he bottoms out again. “You love this, don’t you? Being stuffed in both holes?”

“Yes,” you sob. “It’s so good.”

“I bet you’d love to have Gregor’s cock in here too. Maybe he takes your sweet little cunt while I pound your ass.” You moan, clenching at the thought. Crater doesn’t stop. “But that still leaves your mouth. Maybe I get Chuckles in here to fuck that smart little mouth while Gregor and I take you. Would you like that, pretty girl? To be ruined by three men at once?”

You whine and spasm around him, and he feels it. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl. Who would have known the smart-mouthed mechanic would let me do this to her? Let me ruin her in the backroom of her office. I want you to always remember this when you’re out in that office working. How I took you back here and made you scream my name. How you begged for my cock. Maybe I’ll take you over that desk before I go in the morning so you think about that for the rest of the day while my spend leaks out of you.”

“Crater, I’m gonna cum.”

“Not until I say you are,” he grits out. “Not until I’m ready to.”

You inhale sharply, trying to keep your body from toppling over the edge.

“Don’t you cum yet,” he snarls.

“I’m trying,” you whine. “But I’m so close, Captain. So close.”

“Keep talking.”

Your mouth runs on autopilot, desperate to find the words that will yank him to the edge alongside you so that you can both tumble off together.

“Your cock is so fucking good, Crater. Gods, nothing will ever be enough after this. You fill me up so perfectly. I need it, Crate. I need to feel your hot cum in my ass. I want to feel it leak out of me. Fuck. Please give it to me, Crater. Please cum in my ass.”

His thrusts grow more erratic, and you know you’re about to get what you want.

“G-gonna fill you up,” he growls. “Gonna be the first to claim you here.”

“My ass is yours, Crater.”

“Yeah it fucking is.” The grip on your throat tightens, pulling your head back again, and that last little pinprick of pain has you teetering on the brink. It’s like the first day when he had you tipped in the chair of your office, your toes barely touching the floor. All it will take is the slightest push to send you toppling over the edge.

Just a little further. So close.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” you sob.

“You’re so cute when you beg,” he rasps directly into your ear. And with a loud groan, his hips stutter as he cums in your ass, gasping.

“Now,” he moans.

And your orgasm rips through you. He drops your head, and you scream into the sheets as wave after wave washes over you in the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Tears stream from your eyes and your body spasms again and again. You feel like you’re floating somewhere between consciousness and some other plane of existence as you come out of it, barely aware of what day it is or what your name even is anymore.

When the waves of your orgasm finally stop battering your wrung-out body, you collapse limply against the sheets of your bed. They stick to you, but it feels as if you’ve sunk halfway through the mattress somehow. Your mouth feels dry from screaming. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, and you’re aware Crater is laying on top of you, panting against your neck, but trying to hold the majority of his weight off of you.

“Get it out,” you mumble.

He’s already slipped from your ass, but he quickly turns off the vibrator and eases it out of your cunt. You feel yourself start to shake uncontrollably. You’re not sure if it’s due to the orgasm, the sudden chill on your sweat-soaked body, or something else. Regardless, Crater lies next to you and pulls you close to him, being careful to keep his sullied hand clear of you. His nose grazes yours as he gently cradles your head.

“Breathe with me, Bolts.”

You do, and the shivering begins to subside after a few cycles. You finally open your eyes and find Crater’s steady gaze watching you, a comfort as always.

“I’m going to go get something to clean you off with. I’m going to be right back. Alright?” You nod, your mind still hazy, and he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving off towards your ‘fresher. The sink hisses softly, and a moment later, you feel your legs gently being parted and a warm, damp cloth moving over your body, thighs, and between your legs as Crater carefully cleans you. Once he’s done, a dry towel runs over the same areas, soft and gentle, before he rolls you onto your back, removing the pillow from beneath your hips. You hear the mini-fridge in your outer office open and close, and a straw is placed at your lips. You drink greedily as he strokes your hair, draining the water packet in a few seconds.

“Good girl.” The words are softer now, carrying no heat. “Do you need more?”

You shake your head and open your eyes just in time to see him toss the spent water packet into the rubbish bin. He slides into the bed next to you, pulling the blanket over the two of you before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You snuggle into the crook of his shoulder in a daze, inhaling his smell and draping one of your legs over his thigh. His fingers stroke your cheek, and he presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks. Strong, gentle hands trail over your skin, caressing tenderly in a way that so sharply contrasts with how he touched you just moments before. He searches for sore muscles or tension left untouched but finds none; you’re completely relaxed in his grasp. His fingers graze over the bruises and bite marks he left, pressing gently and watching for your reaction, ensuring you’re not in too much pain. It’s sweet, but not something you’re used to. You know this hardly counts as being pampered by most people’s standards, but you’re not used to the doting tenderness. Even if you do find yourself melting into him more with every passing second, allowing your eyes to drift shut again as you release a satisfied sigh.

“I’m alright, Crate,” you mumble after a few moments, growing shy under his attention.

“I need to be sure,” he says quietly. “That was intense for you.”

You smile. “It was, but it was so good.” Your eyes flutter open, and your heart melts at the way he’s looking down at you. You were worried about how this moment might go, concerned about how your friendship might shift after allowing this to happen.

But you should have known better. Crater is a pillar but also a soft place to land, someone you’d confide in without hesitation. His men fall in line because he’s someone to fly into battle with, someone you know will keep you safe. He’s proud but humble. You know he won’t tell a soul about this night. He doesn’t need to. He knows what he did for you, how you begged for him, and that’s enough. And if you’re honest, you think he got as much out of it as you did, enjoying watching your walls come down and you relaxing with him, enjoying the process of helping you.

“Just didn’t realize this was an all-inclusive sort of encounter,” you joke. “You’re starting to make me feel like royalty with all the attention.”

His expression grows serious as he looks down at you, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “You shouldn’t be accepting any other kind of encounters, Bolts. Do I need to chat with Gregor when he gets back?”

“Nah. He’s fine for what he is. And he does take care of me. It’s just… different.”

He grunts noncommittally, pulling you closer. You feel his thumb graze your spine.

“You jealous?” you ask, tongue poking out between your teeth teasingly.

“Not at all. We’re different people giving you different things.”

“That makes it sound like you don’t intend for this to be a one-time thing, Crate.”

“That is entirely up to you.” His thumb caresses your lower lip, and you kiss it.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, as if this night won’t have you craving his touch seconds after he’s gone. “Well, I can’t be getting cranky with your men again, now can I?” you murmur, snuggling deeper into the crook of his shoulder.

The corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk. “Definitely can’t have that. And I’m more than happy to do my part.”

“More than happy?”

“Yeah, Bolts. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t think I’d enjoy myself too.”

“You do this with a lot of people?”

“Nope. Only ones I trust. And that trust me.”

You twist one end of your hair nervously, the mention of trust bringing a question charging to the forefront of your mind. He can tell, taking your fingers and carefully intertwining them in his own.

“What is it? You having second thoughts?”

“No, not at all. This was great. It’s just… have you heard if Gregor’s talking about him and I? I didn’t think he would, but what Strike said a few weeks back stuck with me. I don’t want to be the Battalion Babe of the week.”

He nods, pulling your knuckles to his lips. “I can assure you that I haven’t heard anything and I don’t think Gregor’s like that. I think Strike was angry and lashing out. I know several of the men did see you leave 79s with Gregor, so the conclusion wasn’t too far-fetched. But Gregor’s not feeding the rumor mill.”

You sigh. “Dammit.”

“For what it’s worth, you haven’t been a topic of conversation within my earshot. I had a chat with Chuckles too and asked him to make sure it wasn’t happening when I’m not around. He said he would, and I trust him. As much of a pain as he is at times, he’s a good man. I trust him.”

You nod appreciatively, melting slightly at the thought of Chuckles doing that for you, but the mention of the mohawked pilot brings another question to the front of your mind. “Were you serious about you and Gregor and Chuckles?”

He shrugs. “It was something I said in the moment, but not a thing I’d approach them about without your express consent. No one needs to know about this if you don’t want them to. And I would only bring in people you and I trust explicitly. Gregor and Chuckles are two of those people. But again, it was said in the moment and doesn’t have to be a serious thing ever.”

Your mind is whirling at the thought of having three of them at once. You can’t lie, it does pique your interest. You smirk up at him. “I’ll let you know.”

He huffs a laugh. His eyes are gentle as he leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Thank you for trusting me to do all that for you.”

You snuggle further into him, absently tracing his tattoos with your fingertips. “Thank you for doing it for me in the first place. I’d have never asked.”

A quiet laugh rumbles through his chest. “I know. You’re too stubborn. That’s why I offered.”

“Glad you did.”

“Me too.”

His steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep only a few minutes later.

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When you wake in the morning, Crater’s still there, but he’s in the process of getting dressed. He’s snapping his vambraces in place as you stir, sitting up and stretching. You ache deliciously in all of the right places, but seeing him standing there reawakens your hunger. He smiles at you as you sit up in bed.

“Morning. Figured I should get out of here before the droids start powering on. They’re not known for gossip, but better safe than sorry.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You can’t keep the disappointment out of your voice, and even if you had, you’re confident he still would have picked up on your cues. He pauses.

“What’s wrong?”

You wonder if you’re overstepping, but after the night you just had, you figure it doesn’t hurt to ask. You get out of your bed, opening the door to your office. Despite you being completely naked, covered in his marks, Crater’s eyes are firmly locked on yours. You lean against the doorframe, glancing over at your desk.

“You mentioned a parting gift last night that involved my desk. That offer still on the table?”

He huffs a laugh, his hands falling to your waist and gently guiding you out into the office. The cool edge of the desk presses against the front of your thighs as he leans down to speak directly into your ear.

“Elbows on the desk for me, pretty girl. And try to be a little quieter this time.”

You shudder as he nudges your feet apart, placing his codpiece on the desk next to you.

“Yes sir.”

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 11 months

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can u do 18. for gregor x fem reader where it’s an accidental confession when he gets drunk one night at the 79’s and reader has to take him home and he wakes up in her house and gets all flustered and cute, but reader confesses and maybe a little smooch.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen”

The Prettiest Room Decoration

Gregor x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Gregor x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: alcohol, drunkeness, love confession, kissing

Word Count: 100

Author's Note: Thank you anon for the request for my 100 followers celebration! Whoa, there was a lot to unpack in this request. A fabulous idea, but nearly impossible to fit within 100 words. However, I tried my best to include all the details! I hope you enjoy it 💚

After a rowdy night at 79’s it's your turn to bring drunk Gregor home. You leave him on your couch and find him there in the morning.

“Sorry for taking up your space,” he apologizes. “I know I’m not the prettiest room decoration.”

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” you laugh before covering your mouth at the slip.

He raises an eyebrow. “Come here,” he beckons. “I want to tell you a secret.”

You walk over and get real close. He looks left, then right, then plants a kiss on your cheek. “I like you too.”

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freesia-writes · 1 year

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Fourth date idea: Gregor tries planning something like another picnic, but goes to pick her up and realizes he's not feeling great and he's struggling with the effects of his traumatic brain injury and speech issues and just generally feeling not good about himself? And reader can tell something is off and instead invites him inside her home, they have a picnic on the floor, and she listens to him open up about his worries when they snuggle on the couch?

[Author's Note: I skipped the picnic on the floor. Forgive me. It shan't happen again (it probably shall).] ;)

Gregor x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.1k Content: some cuddling, trauma talk, and kissing.

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The knock at the front gives away who it is immediately; no one else sounds so chipper through a solid wooden door. You smile, bouncing to open it as you finish putting on your final earring. Your dress blows slightly in the whoosh of air as you swing it open, revealing your favorite ray of sunshine standing on your porch. He's got a slightly different air to him today, though, and you can't quite put your finger on it. Pushing aside the immediate insecurities that come to mind, you invite him in for a moment.

"I just need to feed the cat and we can head out!" you say, looking around for said cat, who is sure to be hiding somewhere just to make a liar out of you. "What were you thinking this time?" you ask from the kitchen, pulling the cat food bag out of a cupboard and scooping some into a small dish. Gregor perches himself somewhat awkwardly on the arm of the couch, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. His shoulders seem slumped slightly more than usual... Or are you just imagining it all?

"Well, I was thinking we'd--" Gregor begins, but his voice gets particularly squeaky in the middle syllables, and he cuts himself off, brow furrowing and head turning slightly away. "Sorry, we can ahh... Now I forget..." He rubs a hand across his eyes, resting his forehead in his palm for a moment. Now he's really got your attention. Closing the cat food bag, you approach tentatively.

"Hey," you say softly, placing a hand on his knee. He looks like a delicious island snack with his flowery boardshorts and bright yellow tank top, but it is a rather stark contrast to his decidedly gray demeanor. "Is everything alright? You seem a little off..." You want to invite openness but also don't want to pry.

"Ah, yes... Well, kind of," he admits, brightening a little at your touch. "I don't even know where to begin..." his voice is a tiny bit higher than usual, with more frequent lilts in his tone, and it seems to bother him, though you can't imagine why. You search your previous conversations for any hint of sensitivity in that area, remembering only that he was severely injured in an explosion and may have been subjected to further experimentation that he didn't recall.

"Why don't we have a quiet afternoon here?" you suggest, glancing around your small home with a silent nod of gratitude that you'd just cleaned it all up yesterday. "You can share about what's bothering you or we can just enjoy some snacks or games or something," you say. You return your gaze to him and find his eyes on you, looking you up and down almost sadly before glancing back to the floor.

"You got yourself all ready though," he protests, wringing his hands together in a thinly-veiled attempt to hide his anxiety.

"I..." you begin boldly but falter for a moment, feeling self-conscious about your admission. But it seems appropriate more now than ever, so you continue, "I do it for you, Gregor. Not to go out and show off to others... I want to look nice for you..." Now you're the one staring at the floor.

"Ah sheesh," he says with a single, empty chuckle. "Well I don't deserve it."

"Excuse me," you say, feeling a little indignant now at whatever has got a hold of him, "You most certainly do. Come on, it would be just as fun to enjoy some time together here. I'm sure we can find something to do." It sounds suggestive, even though you didn't initially mean it that way, and you glance at him to see how it lands. But it seems to go over his head, and you find yourself feeling a tad disappointed, surprisingly.

"Want to see something awesome?" you ask, attempting to move on and coax him to relax a bit more.

"Alright," he agrees, following you through the kitchen toward the balcony on the back of your home. As with most houses on the island, it's on the side of a steep mountain, and the deck provides expansive views of the buildings below and the waters beyond. It's got a lattice roof that's covered with lush vines, peppered with fragrant flowers that provide a light scent as well as a cool respite from the hot sun. "Ahh, you had this hiding back here all along?" he says, sounding playful but still lacking genuine delight.

"This is nice, but here's the real beauty," you say, gesturing toward the most glorious (read: unique and possibly slightly disgusting) couch you've ever laid eyes on. You found it on the side of the road when a wealthy local had passed away; the estate sale had taken care of the rest of the furniture but somehow, this couch had been deemed undesirable. You couldn't imagine why, as it's the most funky-looking, comfortable, one-of-a-kind pieces you'd ever found. It's dark purple and green, covered in a lightly brushed velvet that shines when you swipe your hand along it in one direction, and decorated with a truly groovy design of flowers and vines. It is incredibly plush and one can tell simply by looking at it that you will sink into unfathomable comfort as soon as you sit down. Okay, it's weird, but you've got a thing for weird couches, and you've cleaned it up wonderfully and are truly proud of it. It's about time Gregor saw a little more of your personality anyway.

"Wow," Gregor says, letting out a true giggle at the sight of it, "That is... bright." His voice squeaks on the last word, diminishing his smile a little, but you take his hand and lead him to take a seat, feeling uncharacteristically bold as you curl up fairly close to him. He stretches an arm along the back of the couch, allowing you to nestle into his side, and you reach across to take hold of his other hand, gently folding your fingers between his and stroking the side of it with a thumb. He lets out a quiet hmm as he gazes out across the water.

"Does your voice bother you?" you ask gently, unsure how to get to the topic otherwise. He lets out a deep sigh before responding.

"Eh, kind of," he admits, tilting his head to rest his cheek against your hair, sending a little thrill through your chest. "Some days are just hard, it seems. My memories come and go, never fully complete, always rife with pain and loss. I did everything to help my squad escape Sarrish, and they all died anyway. Then some little frog thing with a crew of droids finds me on Abafar and helps to put some pieces together. I start to remember, start to feel like a real person again and not just an empty shell... then the explosion..." he shudders, picking his head up to look out at the view again, and you lift your head to gaze at his face. His brown eyes are glossy with tears. "Now I not only have times when I forget things, but also times when I don't really know who I am or what's going on. I just feel lost, like I've been jettisoned into space in an escape pod with no map or controls or crew."

You soak it in for a moment, trying to fathom what it would be like. For someone who is always so bouncy, so full of an irresistible zest for life, it's remarkable that such heavy tragedies are in his past and continue to affect his present. You give his hand a little squeeze, but he continues staring out to sea, so you stretch up a bit and place a gentle, lingering kiss on his cheek, hoping that it can convey more than words. You hear a sharp little intake of air from him, smiling as you pull back, and he finally turns to you, eyes still shiny but with the tiniest hint of a spark.

"Well that was lovely," he giggles, an echo of his usual self. "I'm sorry to be gloomy... It's not a great date. I was going to cancel but I didn't want you to think I didn't want to see you. But perhaps it would have been better than having you see me this way. Sometimes I get lost in the flashbacks or have trouble grounding myself in the present. But sometimes talking about it is helpful too... Anyway, I'm rambling again..."

"Have you ever been... involved... with anyone before? Romantically?" you ask abruptly, again realizing after the words are out just how bold they are. But something about his state is disarming and encouraging, and you really want to get through to him however you can.

"Never had the chance, unless you count the... ah... what are they called? Entertainment? When we were on leave..." Gregor responds, shifting a bit in embarrassment. "But no, I wasn't really one for them either. Why?"

"I'm not exactly a professional, but while it's true that we all try to put our best foot forward, as time goes on, there is a new level of joy and closeness as you share and explore all of each other..."

"Ooh, getting a bit forward now, are you?" he pokes, and one of those playful eyebrows even arches up suggestively.

"No!" you laugh, feeling much better at the sight of him brightening up a bit, "I meant... we all have things we don't like about ourselves, things we wish we could change or hide from others... But when you... love someone..." you feel wildly self-conscious all of a sudden, getting in deep territory you hadn't intended to venture into, "...it's all-encompassing. It's the whole package..." You drift off into uncertainty. You intended to make him feel better but now it sounds like you're trying to ask him to marry you or something.

"Hmm," he says thoughtfully, his face softening slightly. You wait a moment, feeling an increasing need to say something else to divert or deflect, but something else within you says to just wait. He lifts his eyes to the sky now, considering the long, wispy clouds streaked across the bright golden horizon, and remains silent. You lean your head back against his shoulder, nuzzling your forehead against his warm neck, and hear him swallow quietly. The distant sound of the waves, the steady thump of his heartbeat, and the general hubbub of the island village create a comforting background noise that allows the two of you to simply be.

"You don't mind?" Gregor asks, after what feels like an eternity. You lift your head to look at him again.

"Mind what?"

"That my voice is not always so impressive? That I can forget so much, or get so mixed up in regular, daily life things? These aren't exactly desirable traits. In fact, they seem pretty pathetic, if you ask me," he says frankly.

You smile calmly, readjusting yourself to sit up a bit taller next to him, and lift a hand to his face to cup his cheek. Staring intently into his eyes, you answer, "They are part of you." An idea comes into your mind, and it definitely wasn't the way you'd ever envisioned it happening, but suddenly it seems like the most natural plan to have had all along...

"And I really like you," you continue, leaning forward to place another kiss on his cheek. "I like your humor. I like your friendliness. You are incredibly strong, and brave..." You kiss the tip of his nose, to which he gives a nasally little chuckle, and continue, "You are sacrificial... and courageous... and you've got beautiful eyes." Your hand lifts to trace along one eyebrow, then down the side of his face and along his jawline. "And I like your voice, and your brain, no matter how it works..." you finish almost in a whisper, face close to his as you lavish him with all the verbal affection you can think of.

"...or doesn't," he quips, smiling authentically now. He looks intently into your eyes, his eyebrows peaked in the center, creating a vulnerable expression that makes your heart melt. It's as though he's deciding whether to believe you or not, but he can find no reason not to. You've already shared some insecurities with him, and he found them absolutely unfounded. Perhaps he can hear you now, no matter how harsh he is to himself.

"I just... I really like you," you repeat, trying to lick your lips quickly without drawing much attention as he lowers his head for a moment, looking at his lap with a hint of flattered embarrassment. Your fingers find his chin, lifting it ever so gently to look at you, and you find yourself moving toward him as though propelled by an unseen force. His eyebrows raise as you draw near, and you can feel him stiffen minutely in surprise. Pausing to make sure he's not uncomfortable or hesitant, you give one last glance into his eyes, heart racing wildly, and feel an absolute thrill of joy as he moves forward a tiny bit as well, slowly closing his own eyes.

And then you're kissing him. Softly, tentatively, afraid to scare him off and afraid that it's not the right time... But he's turned toward you, arm lifting from the back of the couch to wrap gently around your shoulders. You drop your hand from his chin to his chest, relishing the incredible softness of his lips on yours, the pure delight of a simple, chaste kiss. You linger for a moment, pulling back after a while, opening your eyes quickly to take in the look on his face.

It's both blissful and unbelieving, delighted and calm. His expression has relaxed, and you smile bashfully, hoping you didn't cross any lines. You open your mouth to speak, but he seems to be suddenly overcome with emotion, leaning forward in one smooth motion to wrap both arms around you and pull you right up against him in a giant, enveloping hug. You savor the closeness, your bodies pressed together, hearts beating audibly. When he finally releases you and you can both sit up properly, he's all smiles once again. It's as though a cloud had passed over the sun but its bright shine has returned.

"I feel like I'm supposed to have something witty to say," he admits, and you both giggle in a way that makes your heart soar.

"Let me know when you come up with something," you laugh, and the two of you settle back down into an unfathomably comfortable little snuggle, wrapped up together in the sunken seats of the couch, watching the sun grow lower in the sky.

One of your stomachs gives you away though, with a loud and undeniable growl, and you realize you'd totally skipped the snacks. You don't want to get up, but everything is better with food, so you haul yourself to your feet with a huff.

"Let's go see what we have to eat," you invite, holding a hand out to him, which he takes and follows you into the kitchen. He perches on a stool at the bar counter, overlooking the sink, and you rummage in the refrigerator on the other side, back to him. A minute later, the counter is covered with a variety of snack foods strewn about -- meats and cheeses, fruits and crackers. You intend to make neat little plates, but the two of you become so lost in conversation that you end up perched on the counter, sitting across from him on his stool, taking random bites between words. Minutes fade into hours and the conversation slowly dwindles into contentedness. With a glance at the wall chrono, Gregor sighs and slides off the stool onto his feet.

"It's getting late," he offers, "And I know you work early."

"I should quit..." you joke, earning the customary chuckle from this affectionate clone.

You walk him to the door, already eager for the next time you're going to see him, and he pauses with his hand on the knob, waiting to open it. You stop behind him as he turns around, letting go of the door. He has an intent look on his face that sends tingles down your spine, and he takes a step closer, reaching both hands up to cup your face. He draws near, radiating warmth and excitement, and presses his lips to yours in a blissfully tender kiss.

You close your eyes, relishing his hands on your cheeks and his mouth on your own, and snake your own arms around him. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, making your knees feel weak. He drops one hand from your face to your waist, pulling away for a quick breath before leaning his head the other way and coming in for more. He smells of salty sea air and crisp soap, and the sound of his ragged breathing fuels the growing sense of passion within. His hand roams from your cheek around to the back of your head, nestling gently at the base of your skull, holding you firmly yet gently as he finishes with one last long, lingering kiss.

He pulls back a mere inch or two, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a breath with a grin on his face. Your cheeks curve into an irresistible smile as he pulls you into another one of his great big hugs that feel like a warm cocoon of happiness. When he finally steps back, he definitely has a bit of spring to his step, and he randomly bows as though he has just finished a great performance, causing you to giggle in surprise. He echoes your laughter in his adorable way, standing with a flourish, and grabs your hand to place one last kiss on the back of it.

"We will pick up from here next time," he says as he slips out the door, and your heart skips a beat.

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Naughty or Nice

A/N: So, @idlenesses and I have collaborated and put together a bit of a Life Day surprise for everyone! She did THIS gorgeous SPICY piece and I did this fic to go with it! I'm so excited for everyone to see it! Part One from the 25 Days of Life Day can be found HERE!

Summary: Gregor has a surprise for you.

Pairing: Gregor x reader

WC: 1.7k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, Oral (F receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up guys), Fingering

You’d been looking forward to seeing Gregor all day. He had come up to you while you were patching up Lore earlier and whispered in your ear that he had a surprise for you tonight. Knowing Gregor, there was no telling what that meant. Lore had snickered as if he knew exactly what Gregor was talking about.

Who knew, he probably did. Gregor was incredibly close to his Foxtrot brothers. So, they’re probably all in on it. You’re just hoping it’s not another sledding lesson. You’d felt like you couldn’t get warm even with Gregor’s naked body against yours at after that.

As you finish stocking up the bottom cabinets in the medbay, you hear a throat clear in the doorway. Peeking up over the beds, you find Dyer in the doorway.

“Hey.” You smile, politely.

“I’m supposed to tell you to go to our barracks. Your surprise is waiting for you there.” He smirks, knowingly.

So, they do all know. Nervousness starts running through your veins.

“What is it? Where’s Gregor?” You stand up and close the cabinet.

There was no telling what this surprise was, Gregor is so full of them.

“If I told you that, that would defeat the purpose of the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Dyer cracks a smile and you roll your eyes, amused.

“I suppose.” You chuckle. “Tell him, wherever he is, that I’ll be done in a few minutes.

“You got it, chief.” He nods and heads back out.

You finish up your stuff for the night and head out into the cool air, pulling your coat closer around you as you head to Gregor’s barracks. As you walk, you can’t help but still admire the snow that lingers around the base, casting a pretty glow under the moon. Maybe the snow wasn’t so bad. As long as you’re inside, nice and warm. Especially with a certain charming clone trooper.

When you reach Gregor’s barracks, you walk right in, taking off your coat and turning on the lights.

“Hello there.” You hear Gregor’s voice.

“Oh!” You let out, startled, looking at the man on his bunk, propped up on his elbow with his knee up, completely naked except for a holiday hat neatly displayed over his length.

Immediately, your whole body goes warm.

“Happy Life Day, cyare.” He grins.

Unable to help yourself, you burst out laughing. You know that it’s supposed to be sexy, and it definitely is, it’s just that you really were not expecting anything like this. It’s just so Gregor.

“This… is my… surprise?” You manage between laughs.

He starts laughing too. “I thought it’d be memorable.”

“Oh, it’s memorable alright.” You giggle. “I’m going to remember this forever.”

“So…” He suggestively plays with the white puffball on the hat. “Have you been good this year?”

You start laughing so hard that you start tearing up and you double over, giggling wildly. Gregor grins at you, just happy to put that smile on your face.

“I’ve been a little naughty, actually.” You smirk, walking toward him.

“You wanna sit in my lap and tell me all the bad things you’ve done?” He challenges you.

“Or we could do a few more bad things and discuss it after?” You start to peel your clothes off.

“I like the way you think, darling.” He stares up at you, watching you with lust blown pupils, unable to tear his gaze away from you. “As long as you’re in my lap, I’m content.”

You go hot under his stare. This is the man that has had your heart since day one, and always will. You spent so much time being too scared to tell him how you felt, or dancing around each other, that you can’t seem to get enough of him now.

You climb into Gregor’s lap after he removes the holiday hat and puts it on his other head, grinning cheekily. You can’t help but laugh.

That’s one of your favorite things about Gregor. He always makes you laugh. If you’re having a horrible day, he’s right there with a perfect way to make you smile or laugh.

“This is really doing it for me.” You tease.

“This is really doing it for me.” He murmurs, running his hands up your hips, grinding you over his length so that the head of his cock teases your clit perfectly, making you moan softly.

You lean down and kiss him, finally. Both yours and Gregors hands are immediately all over each other, grabbing at whatever you can get your hands on.

As he flips you over on your back, one of his hands trails down your front, settling deliciously on your warmth, causing you to let out a content sigh.

“Is this what you need? For me to bury my fingers in you?” He whispers in your ear, hotly, nipping at your earlobe.

“Mmhm.” You whimper. “But wait, will it keep me on the naughty list?”

He chuckles. “If you want, I take bribes to get people off the naughty list.”

“Hm. Tempting.” You muse.

Gregor slides his hand up and down your warmth and you let out another needy whimper against his lips as he kisses you.

“Gregor, please…” You beg for his fingers.

He smirks. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

As he slides one finger in, you can’t help the whine that escapes your lips.

“I’ll never get over how vocal you are.” He purrs. “So needy for me.”

“Only you.” You gasp as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

“That’s right.” He hums. “You’re all mine.”

You nod into his neck as the wet sounds of your cunt and moans fill the barracks. When Gregor travels down your body, sucking your clit into his mouth, you can’t help but throw your legs over his shoulder, gripping his hat. He hums in pleasure and pulls your pussy closer to his face, curling his fingers against that perfect spongy part inside of you and your body starts to go white hot.

“Clenching so perfectly around my fingers.” He groans.

You accidentally pull his hat off and end up tossing it to the floor, your hands finding his hair, gripping.

“Use my face, cyar’ika. Let go.” He encourages you.

The way that this man puts your needs before his own is something you’ve never experienced before. You moan as you hold onto his hair and grind against his tongue, the feeling immediately overwhelming. Your orgasm hits you like a train and you cum harder than you have in a long time.

When you let go of Gregor’s hair, he pulls away to wipe his face and then finds your lips again, kissing you passionately and breathlessly. As he kisses you, he pushes into you easily.

“Fuck me… You’re soaked.” Gregor groans, burying his face into your neck.

You clench around him and he jerks slightly.

“Just a moment, please.” He chuckles.

“Feels that good, huh?” You laugh.

“Fucking ethereal, darling.” He groans.

He catches his breath and starts thrusting slowly, dragging his cock in and out so perfectly that you can’t help but throw your head back and screw your eyes shut so you can focus on the full feeling that Gregor’s giving you.

“No, no. Eyes on me, love.” He smirks.

With a soft whimper, you look up at him and he pulls you up into his lap so that you’re fully seated on him, his cock buried as deep as it can go.

“Fuck…” You sigh.

“You like how full I make you, don’t you?” He grins as if he could read your thoughts.

Maybe that’s why you two work so well. You’re both so open with each other, you barely have to tell the other what you’re thinking.

“You know I do.” You smile, kissing him again.

“Yeah I do.” He starts thrusting up into you and you swear to the Maker, you see every star in the galaxy.

Gregor continues fucking up into you and you start to come apart again, holding onto his neck as he runs his hands down to your ass cheeks for better gripping, bouncing you on his cock.

“Gregor, I’m gonna-” You gasp, snaking your fingers down to your clit.

“That’s right, love. Cum for me.” He groans in your ear, roughly groping your ass, clearly even more turned on.

You rub your clit, resting your forehead against his as you start to cum, moaning loud enough that you’re one hundred percent sure that people outside are going to hear. The inability to care at the moment should raise some alarm but fuck, it feels too good.

“Fucking beautiful.” He praises you. “Sound so pretty when you cum.”

“Want you to fill me up… please.” You whimper.

“You sure?” He double checks.

“Please.” You beg him.

Gregor pulls out and you instantly miss the feeling of him inside you. As he turns you around and pushes you down onto your hands and knees, he places kisses down your back, lovingly. He eases you down so that your cheek is on his pillow and you can’t help but breathe in the fresh scent of him. It still amazes you that he can still smell so good after hours on the battlefield.

He pushes into you roughly, his hands finding your hips and gripping tightly, as if he can’t bear the thought of letting go.

“Maker-” He groans as he starts thrusting quickly into you.

Your moans turn into pleads and begging for his cum and it sends him over his edge, deliciously filling you up. His thrusts slow and he starts to catch his breath as he pulls out of you, joining you at the head of his bunk.

“You’re definitely going on the nice list after that.” He teases, squeezing your thigh and kissing you.

You fake gasp. “You take that back.”

He chuckles and pulls you into his arms and then brings the blanket up over the two of you.

“You can take up permanent residence on the Naughty List then.” He grins and continues to pepper your face with kisses.

“Good. People on the Naughty List have more fun.” You shrug.

“I suppose you have a point.” He nods.

Naughty or Nice, you know that as long as you’re on it with Gregor, you’re content.

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vodika-vibes · 18 days

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Hi! I was rereading some of your follower event things and thought one of Wrecker ones (I Can Fix That) was super cute! At least the vibes of it with it being mostly really sweet and caring.

I was hoping you could write something with vibes kind of like that one. Not exactly like the Wrecker one obviously because what I'm asking for is different.

Anyways, I am requesting the gem emerald with Gregor during sunset/dusk please! Preferably with Gender Neutral reader where the reader and Gregor are going on their first date. Both of them are nervous, but are really sweet with each other. Maybe it's the first date either of them have had in a long time or something, so they both agree to take it slow.

Great work with your writing! Can't wait to read/see this when it gets written!

First Time In Forever

Summary: You’ve not been on a date in ages, so you’re hopeful that this date with Gregor goes well.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x GN!Reader

Word Count: 627

Prompt: Emerald - Patient Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hi there! Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted. I didn't actually write the date, because that would have definitely put me over my self imposed word limit, but I hope you like it anyway.

You haven’t been on a date in what feels like ages.

It’s not your fault, not really. You’ve been so busy, what with the war and everything, that it kind of fell to the wayside, but things are different now.

The war is over.

And you’re able to get back to your normal life.

Of course, normal is subjective, and people just haven’t been interested in dating you.

You were starting to worry that you were never going to make a connection with anyone…and that’s when you met Gregor. Kind Gregor. Handsome Gregor.

Gregor who smiles at you like you’re a little confusing but keeps coming around anyway.

Gregor, who asked you to get ice cream with him today. Who sheepishly, and bashfully, admitted that it was a date but he was a little nervous using that word since you don’t date.

You weren’t sure how to tell him that you didn’t date because people weren’t interested in you, so you didn’t. You just accepted his offer. You like him, after all. He’s wonderful.

But now that today is here, you’re kind of…panicking.

You’ve been dumped by every person you’ve ever been on a date with. Clearly this is a ‘you’ problem since you're the only common denominator, and the idea of Gregor breaking up with you because of some personal failing that you aren’t aware of is…terrifying.

But, at the same time, you can’t not go. Because that might upset Gregor and you can’t do that.

So, after fretting over your appearance for a few more minutes, because it’s something you can control, you finally leave your apartment to head to the meeting point you and Gregor agreed on.

The both of you arrive at the same time, and the moment you see Gregor all of the nerves fly away, as though they were never there to begin with. How could you be nervous with him grinning at you like that? Like an excited schoolboy.

“You’re here!” He even sounds excited, and your heart does a little flip, though not from nerves this time.

“So are you.” You tease with a small grin.

“Well, yeah…” He pushes his hand through his hair, “I…ah, was kind of worried that you weren’t going to come.” Gregor admits, “My brothers had to reassure me that you would.”

“Well, honestly, I was a bit worried that you would change your mind when you saw me.” You admit as you lean closer to him, “I haven’t exactly had good luck with dating in the past.”

Gregor stares at you, “Never. I would never. You’re amazing. I’m a lucky man that you agreed to come on a date with me.” His smile is slightly lopsided, “But, uh…it’s been a bit since the last time I dated-”

“Oh, same. I haven’t been on a date since…Force…before the war started.”

Gregor releases a giggle, before he shakes his head, “Well, since it’s been a while, for us both, do you mind if we…go a bit slow?”

A smile blooms across your face, and you reach out to take his hands in yours. “I like you, Gregor. I think you’re funny and smart and kind and good…and I’d like to see where this goes. We can go as slow, or as fast, as you’d like.”

He squeezes your hands, “Well, I’m hoping for a possible forever with you, so there’s no need to rush, right?”

You beam at him, “Well, as it happens, I’m a very patient person.” You squeeze his hands back, “Because your hope sounds perfect to me.”

Gregor flashes a small, shy smile and then threads his fingers with yours, “Well then, shall we get this date started?”

“I can’t wait,” You reply with a small grin as you squeeze his hand.

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clone-anon-after-dark · 5 months

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Make a Mess (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1587

Warnings: sub!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (spreader bar, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (nothing but green used here), oral sex (reader receiving), pegging, toys, praise, use of “ma’am,” feather play, brief masturbation, face riding, unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship. The colors for the safewords might not seem needed here, but I think if they use them in bed regularly, it’s a comfort thing and a habit for them at this point. This fic was inspired by this post and subsequent interaction with @deewithani. Thank you!

There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

Gregor came out of the refresher in nothing but a towel. He smiled and giggled a bit as he caught you staring. He felt heat coming to his cheeks and somehow he couldn’t deny you still made his heart race, especially at the thought of being physical. His eyes scanned your naked body, unable to stop himself from appreciating it all. You approached him with a grin, pulling him closer and claiming his mouth as you wrapped an arm around his waist. You felt at home with the familiar scent of him, freshly showered.

“All clean,” you asked. He nodded.

“All of you?”

He chuckled. “I’m ready. Bum and all.”

Even just saying it got you both a little hotter. Gregor wasn’t one to insist on being in charge all the time. He wasn’t afraid to let you take control and explore making each other feel good in different ways. You took his hand and walked him to the bed. You pushed his shoulders to lay him back and kissed his chest. Gregor reached to touch you and you playfully swatted him away.

“Only I do the touching right now,” you firmly insisted. “You touch when I say you can.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, leaving his hands at his sides. He longed to touch you, to give your ass a little squeeze, feel the softness of your breasts, to run his hands up your back and cling to you while kissing, but instead he let you have your fun. You drew it out, leaving kisses down both his arms, along the insides of his wrists and palms. You finally pulled the towel open to reveal him in all his glory. His skin tingled a bit at the loss of heat, but your mouth was soon leaving little kisses along his thighs as you hovered over him. You ran your hands along his legs and torso, helping him to relax for what was about to come.

“Let’s begin,” you said. “Color?”

“Green,” he answered.

“Good,” you replied. “Now get over here and lick my pussy.”

Gregor complied. You sat back against some pillows, lounging as he licked along your sex. His lips and tongue teased your folds before he started tracing patterns with his tongue in earnest. Normally he would have used his expert fingers to help, but he followed orders for now. He made his way up to your clit and started leaving little kitten licks.

“Suck on my clit,” you said, adding, “and don’t touch yourself.”

Gregor did as he was told and grinned the entire time. An involuntary giggle escaped and you ran your hand through his hair. You liked asking for what you wanted, but still relished the feeling of closeness with him. You continued to card your fingers through his hair as he used his tongue in truly creative ways before gently sucking your sensitive bud.

“Good boy,” you said, as he added little licks along with just the right amount of pressure. “So good.” Gregor complied with a smile on his face. He loved the taste and smell of you. He couldn’t get enough. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation and wanting it to last forever. It was not to be, though, as you noticed his hand had gotten to work on his length and his other was inching closer toward your entrance.

“Gregor,” you said, looking down to meet his eyes. “Are you touching yourself?”

“I…” he couldn’t stop smiling. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”

You let out a sigh that was all for show. “Lay back on the bed.” Again he complied, knowing what was coming next. You’d tried tying him up before and he always managed to get out, seeing it more as a challenge, but the spreader bar was one thing he couldn’t escape easily. He lifted his head willingly as you placed the bar behind his neck, pillows all cushioning him from any real discomfort. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, pleased with this development. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re such a flirt,” you said, kissing him.

“Can’t help it with you,” he replied.

You cuffed each of his hands to an end of the bar and there was no way he could touch himself now. He pulled against the soft leather cuffs just to test it. You left him one more kiss and sat between his legs. He was completely splayed out for you and all you wanted to do was fuck him silly. Instead, you picked up a cockring and large feather and simply asked “color?” When he gave you the green light you wrapped the ring around his balls and the base of his length and smiled at the sight of him straining a bit more. You placed the strap on, harness hugging your hips, as he watched in anticipation. You kept your composure and grabbed the lube, working a healthy amount onto his hole and along the toy.

“I need you,” he said, nearly begging. Without further warning you pushed yourself inside him. It wasn’t quick or harsh, but you made your presence known. He let out a loud moan. You started thrusting, little moans escaping your lips as part of the harness brushed against you each time you buried the toy inside him. You weren’t in a rush and he liked it that way. He wanted to take the time to really feel you and enjoy the experience. Your heart raced at the sight of him, hands restrained, cock throbbing, knees bent and parted.

He started pulling against his restraints, not out of a desire to stop but because he instinctively wanted more contact. You had avoided touching him since adding the cockring and he longed for some kind of contact in addition to the internal massage you were giving him.

“Color,” you asked, reaching for the feather.

“Green,” he let out enthusiastically. You’d played with the feather before. He didn’t really like the ticklish feeling, but using it more firmly resulted in a silky sensation that drove him wild. You ran the feather along his length once and then concentrated small, firm movements to his balls while you continued to fuck him at the same pace. You watched him twitch and squirm as he got closer.

“I want to see you make a mess,” you said.

It was all too much for him to hold back. One more thrust and flick of your wrist with that feather and he found his high. He came so hard, his spend lined his abdomen, chest and a little reached his chin. You were aching for more contact of your own, nearly dripping at this point.

“Such a good boy. What a sight.” You smiled at him as you slowed your movements to a stop. “Makes me want to sit on your handsome face.”

“Please do,” he said, still catching his breath. You carefully removed yourself from him and took off the harness around your hips. You decided to release him from his restraints and removed the bar so you could kneel over him easier. You positioned yourself above him.

“You can touch me now,” you said with a grin, giving him permission. He held your hips, pressing them closer to his face, encouraging you to ride him. You firmly rubbed yourself on his chin and gasped as his tongue came up to lick your pussy. You felt his steady but intense breathing, Gregor trying to inhale as much of you as possible. You rode his outstretched tongue until you came. His strong hands encouraged you to keep moving, riding the wave as long as you could. Once you felt satisfied, you laid next to him, revealing the most pleased grin on his face.

“You look so good like this,” you said, caressing his soaked cheek and appreciating him from head to toe. “So beautiful.”

“So do you,” he replied with love in his eyes.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, nuzzling your face against his. After a few minutes just appreciating each other, you kissed him again and told him to stay put. You put the bar away, washed the toys, and got a warm washcloth, helping to clean him off and then yourself. He sat up and you massaged his strong shoulders, upper back, and arms, knowing they would be a bit stiff from staying in the same position earlier. He melted under your touch, enjoying the attention before laying back down. You pulled him closer to you and peppered little kisses on his face to make him smile. He kissed your chin and rested against you, letting out a content sigh. As you both calmed, the heat in the room seemed to dissipate and you pulled a blanket up to cover the both of you. You rubbed his back as he snuggled into your side and quietly talked about the experience, making sure he really enjoyed everything and asking what else he might want to modify or try.

“Next time you can take me from behind,” he said.

“I could. Or you could take me from behind,” you added.

“Or we could find a way to switch,” he said with a smile.

“Whatever you want, love.” You kissed him again. Sometimes planning an evening of intimacy was fun, but other times you liked to go with the flow. Gregor had so much love to give and such an open heart. You were forever grateful that you were his and he was yours. You both relaxed until you fell asleep.

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funnyducky666 · 1 year

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Heavy dirty dirty talking: Rex, Tech, echo, Hunter, wrecker, Crosshair, Cody, Wolffe, 👀Gregor, and or Fives.

I’m look)ing for FIC reccs so you have anything that has this in the warning pls lemme know. Please.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Gregor x Reader One-Shot – In Love And Pain

As requested by @palliateclaws A One-shot with sweet Gregor, I hope you like it :)) Warnings: Mention and description of sciatica problems, herniated disks /Pain/Comfort/Fluff/Romance

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Gregor got up very early in the morning, sitting on the sofa in your apartment and digging through holobooks and newspaper articles. Last night, after your movie date, you suddenly found it hard to walk again. Gregor was supporting you the whole time, you had to take some breaks, and you tried to hide your pain, but he knew. He rolled his eyes with a small smile at the thought of it. No matter how bad you feel, you never want to be a burden to anyone. He thinks it's unnecessary, it's not a burden, Gregor is happy to help you, anytime.

He reads through a mountain of info on sciatica problems and herniated disks, trying to memorize as much as he can. Gregor wants to understand you better, know what you are dealing with.

Symptoms: tingling, electric shock-like or pulling pains, numbness, paralysis symptoms

Treatment: depends on cause and severity; treatment options include medications, surgery, physical therapy, heat treatments, massages.

Causes: Herniated disc, vertebral body injuries, articular rheumatism, inflammations, abscesses, bruises, tumors, infections

Prognosis: With timely, proper treatment, the chances are good that the symptoms will heal completely.

Gregor nods silently. The symptoms sound really unpleasant, but he likes the idea of a possible treatment, at least as far as the problem with the sciatica is concerned.

He continues reading:

Sciatic pain and the accompanying symptoms sometimes occur gradually, sometimes quite suddenly. Doctors refer to the typical sciatic pain as neuropathic pain - meaning that it is not due to a structural injury in the leg or buttocks, but to the nerve itself.

More descriptively, many patients express themselves: For example, sciatica symptoms feel "like an electric shock" or "ants tingling in the leg." In addition, numbness or paralysis symptoms occur in some cases.

It is also characteristic that the pain radiates. This is referred to as radicular pain (pain originating from the nerve root). This distinguishes sciatica from lumbago, for example. The trigger here is often an unfortunate twisting or lifting that leads to a sudden, severe back pain. However, this does not move into the leg.

In case of sciatic pain, it also depends on exactly which nerve fibers are injured...

Okay, he doesn't understand it all, but most of it. He's about to bury himself deeper in another article when he hears the bedroom door open. Gregor gets up from the couch, hiding the holopad under a sofa pillow.

„Hey Mesh'la!“

You smile at Gregor, then rubbing your eyes and ask, "You're up already? When did you get up?"

"An hour or two ago," he replies with a shrug.

You frown. He is lying, he's up much longer than just one or two hours, you can feel it.

"That's early, why didn't you lie down with me?"

You can see he is coming up with a lie, he is the worst liar, you always see when he tries it.

"Um, I was a little restless"

You don't want to upset or expose him, so you nod slowly. You know he's cooked up something again, but it's usually loving things he comes up with, so you let him get away with this little white lie.

He gently takes your hand and leads you to the dining table.

"I've already prepared a little something for breakfast," he says enthusiastically.

A smile graces your lips.

"Oh yeah?"

Gregor sets the table, he's actually prepared a lot, enough for four people and plenty of choices. You blink in surprise.

"I didn't have that much in the house. Have you been shopping?"

He smiles, unperturbed, and says, "Yeah, filled your fridge. I thought after you weren't feeling so well last night, I'd do it for you."

You sigh softly, touched and a little annoyed with yourself. By now Gregor saw through it far too quickly when you were in pain again. But some days it was so bad that you could hardly hide it.

"That's very sweet of you, Gregor, but it wasn't necessary."

He looks at you seriously, "But it was necessary, you hardly had anything left, and I like to do it for you. I wish you would tell me more often when you need something."

You shrug your shoulders and say, "I can also order things to the house".

Gregor leans over to you and gently kisses your cheek.

"You could, but you have me, Cyare," he replies with a smile.

"You're incredibly cute."

He chuckled, showing you a small smirk.

"Indeed I am"

After breakfast, Gregor cleans up everything. He insists you freshen up and relax. You do him the favor, as he pushes you into the bathroom, spreading kisses on your neck. How could you resist his sweet ways? He runs you a hot bath and calls out as he hurries back to the kitchen, "I'll be right with you!"

In fact, it doesn't take long, the bath is just full and you carefully step into the hot water as he enters. He chuckles and lets out a whistle.

"Oh, mesh'la! Almost forgot how beautiful you are under your clothes!"

You say, laughing, "You did see me last night".

"I have a very short memory" he jokes.

Gregor takes one of your bath sponges and begins to wash you very gently while you sit back and relax.

"You spoil me, Gregor".

"So? That's something nice"

You sigh softly, you want to enjoy this, a lot, but you also want him to know that you can take care of yourself.

"Gregor"

"Hmm?"

"You know I'm not helpless, don't you?"

He looks at you, frowning.

"Of course I know that. Now, what makes you think of that?"

"Every time you're here, you shop for me, you cook, you clean, and.... now you even wash me. You know, I can do these things myself, just sometimes not as fast as you, or right away."

Now Gregor sighs softly. He seems to have something on his mind, you can see it in his face, something is bothering him. When he starts to speak, you almost hold your breath, somehow you are afraid he will say something negative. But he surprises you again.

"I do all these things so that you can see that I can take care of you."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, a small box. Your heart almost stops. As he opens the box, you see the beautiful ring inside and finally hold your breath after all.

"Gregor..." you say almost in a whisper.

"I always want to be there for you. I do all these things for you at any time, you are the most important person in my life. It's important to me that you understand that I understand your situation, that I can deal with it, and that I'm always happy to lend you a hand."

You swallow and look up from the ring into his beautiful face.

He chuckles again and says, "I didn't know when and how to ask you, I had thought of a thousand things but, I can't wait anymore. Since I've been wanting to ask you, all I can think about is your answer, and it's starting to drive me crazy"

"Yes"

"What?" he asks, puzzled.

"I say yes, I want to spend my life with you" you say almost breathlessly.

Gregor beams all over his face. He is a little shaky as he puts the ring on you.

"It's beautiful," you say dreamily, looking at your hand.

"Then it suits you perfectly," Gregor remarks.

You laugh and kiss his chin as he leans toward you.

"Mesh'la?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have any room in this tub for me?"

You smirk and say, "Always."

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99perfectly-imperfect99 · 2 years

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In an AU where the galaxy has a pandemic like we had the coronapocalypse and the clone war against the separatists stops because everyone literally had to lock down...

You are stuck in your ship or the barracks with the clone group of your choosing...

Personally, I choose clone force 99 but that's no shock.

Meals and supplies are brought by droids to the barracks where you and your clone boys are hunkered down.

There is some entertainment along the lines of board games, some video games, Jenga, card games, extracurricular activities..., snacking, exercising, reading, etc.

Happy ending as the enemy is killed off by the virus

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Part 4: The Blitz

Series Master List | Previous Part

A/N: ALRIGHT. HERE IT IS. THE FINAL PART THAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR (I think). I may go back and rewrite the first part to give Gregor a bit more attention, but HERE IT IS. HEED THE WARNINGS. As always, thank you so much to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me!

Pairings: OC Crater x f!Reader, OC Chuckles x f!Reader, Gregor x f!Reader

Fic Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)

Warnings: multiple partners (no cl*necest), dom/sub dynamics, spanking, fingering, rough sex, orgasm denial, anal play, oral sex, PiV sex, marking, anal sex, sex toy use, cum eating, spitting, double penetration, language, confession of feelings, Gregor continuing to get under Bolt's skin

Word Count: 14.5k words

You saunter forward, swaying your hips far more than necessary as you slowly walk back to your office door. You can hear Gregor, Crater, and Chuckles walking behind you, speaking in muted voices to one another. You don’t look backwards, but just the fact that the three of them are following you to your bedroom with the intention of pulling you apart one fiber at a time sends heat shooting through your body.

You’re about ten yards from your door when warm hands suddenly grab you from behind, squeezing your breasts and ass as Gregor’s throaty chuckle rumbles in your ear. He pulls you closer to him, and you stumble, but he keeps you upright, sucking a mark on your neck.

“Didn’t think I’d miss this as much as I did, but Maker, I thought about your pussy nearly every night.”

“Just my pussy?”

“Alright, maybe your ass too.”

You roll your eyes at him and huff a laugh, but let him guide you towards the door panel. His fingers are playing with the lace of your bra as you struggle to get the door to your office unlocked.

“Who knew this was what you looked like with your clothes off?” he rasps, and you can feel his eyes roving over you. You stick your ass out slightly, wiggling it enticingly, and that earns you a sharp slap across your backside from him. You brace yourself against the door, biting your lip to stifle a moan as he rubs and squeezes the reddening skin.

“I thought you two had already fucked,” Chuckles notes, his eyes locked on the mark Gregor’s hand left on your backside.

“Oh, we did. But you see, Bolts here is impatient,” Gregor teases, twisting the lace of your panties around one finger. “Never made it to a proper bed. First few times, we barely made it to that alley near 79s. Bolts damn near bruised her knees trying to suck my cock in there once. And then, it was just a matter of pulling her dress up enough to fuck her against the wall there with one hand clamped over her mouth. She’s so loud.”

“You’re one to talk,” you mutter, and he spanks you again.

“Closest we got to a bedroom was a taxi ride back to her place,” Gregor continues, as if you’re not quivering under his palm that’s rubbing your asscheek, “but Bolts here fucked me in the cab before we even got there. Couldn’t even wait, just climbed into my lap and pulled her panties to the side. She stumbled out with my seed still dribbling down her legs when we got to her place, filthy thing. Told me to just fuck off back to the barracks, so I did. Fairly certain we traumatized the droid driving.” He giggles, and somehow, you finally manage to get the door open.

Gregor pushes you inside, coaxing you towards the desk. You try to bend over it, figuring you know what he wants, but he easily flips you onto your back and leans over you, his arms caging you in. “Lay back, love.”

You tremble, but obey as he pulls your office chair to the edge of the desk. Reaching down, he twists his fingers in your panties again, yanking them roughly down your legs. You’re positive you hear at least a few seams tear, but they’re more intact than you thought they’d be as he tosses them on the floor. He sits, scooping under your ass and yanking your hips towards him until you can feel his hot breath on your glistening folds.

He sits down in your chair and glances up at you from between your parted knees, smirking at you. You can’t help but think that he looks as though he’s about to gorge himself on a five-course meal, his tongue grazing his lower lip as he takes you in, his hands resting on the inside of your knees with just enough force to keep them apart. You quiver and clench, and the commando smirks triumphantly at your reaction to him.

“She doesn’t get to cum. Not for a while,” Crater warns, tossing your jumpsuit and boots aside. Chuckles is the last one in, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Been dying to taste you, love. Want to see how these lips feel on my tongue,” Gregor rasps, his fingers brushing against your clit. Your hips attempt to jump off the table at the contact, but he grabs you, pinning them in place. You whine.

“Now, none of that,” he chides before leaning down and biting the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise there. You yelp and try to pull away instinctively, but he’s got you pinned. All you can do is wriggle helplessly. Your eyes dart to Crater, who’s leaning against the doorway watching. There’s no mercy in his gaze. Chuckles’s eyes are wide, his lips parted as he watches Gregor nip you again.

“FUCK!” you cry out.

“Language,” Gregor scolds, slapping the inside of your thigh, and you wince again. “Such a filthy mouth all of the time.”

“She’s not known for her manners,” Crater agrees.

Gregor hums, and without further commentary, plunges his tongue into your pussy. You wriggle, but he holds you down, eating you out like a man that’s been starved, groaning against your clit.

“Gods, Gregor. FUCK,” you moan, your back arching off of the desk. Your head dangles over the opposite side, and when you lift it, Gregor’s eyes are watching you intently as he sucks your clit. He’s brutal and rough but every part of your body is craving more, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. You try to keep your face from convulsing in pleasure, but you fail as he plunges his tongue back into you, wriggling the muscle as his nose brushes your clit and causes you to gasp airily.

“You fucking asshole,” you whine, trying to keep your composure. He bites the inside of your other thigh, leaving yet another bruise and you scream.

Crater comes around to the other side of the desk, standing over where your head is dangling over the side of the desk. “If you’d like to run your mouth, I can find a different use for it, pretty girl.” Just then, Gregor bites you once more, and you shout again.

“FUCK!”

Crater leans down to speak directly into your ear.

“Color?”

“G-green,” you stutter out.

“Good girl.” He straightens, rolling down his pants and letting his cock spring free. Without any preamble, he grips your throat and taps his cock against your chin once, twice, before he feeds it into your mouth. Reaching forward, he grabs one of your hands and places it on his thigh, a silent reminder to tap out if it all becomes too much.

But you’re just getting started.

Gregor flicks your clit with his tongue, and you groan around Crater’s cock. He thrusts shallowly past your lips, pressing deeper into your throat with each pass until you’re starting to gag. But he knows to keep going; you’ll tap if you need it. He thrusts lazily into your mouth, and your jaw stretches around him. You know Chuckles is watching you, and something about that makes you twitch and shudder even more. You can’t look at him with the way Crater’s got you pinned, but you can feel Chuck’s eyes on you, and it makes you need him more. The grip on your throat tightens, and Crater keeps going, finally holding himself in the back of your throat.

“Swallow,” he grits out. You do, and he groans. “There’s a good girl.” Reaching forward, he slides his hand underneath you and unclasps your bra, pulling it off of you. He examines the charm as he backs out of your mouth slightly, just leaving the head of his cock inside your lips. You run your tongue over the head, and he grunts. “This is pretty. See, you can follow directions.” He tosses the bra and pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop. Gregor stills, raising his slicked chin up and looking at Crater. You turn and finally are able to look at Chuckles. His eyes are blown wide with lust, dark as night as he watches you wipe some of the saliva from where it’s dribbled over your cheeks.

“I think that’s enough out here,” Crater comments. “Gregor, Chuckles, go get things set up in the back room. Put the mattress on the floor with the bedrolls. I’m going to stretch out her ass and then we’ll get started.”

You shiver at the way he talks about you. Gregor wipes his chin on the back of his hand, grinning down at you before he and Chuckles retreat to the back room where your apartment is. Crater turns back to you, gently taking your hands and pulling you to a sitting position on the edge of the desk. He wipes more saliva from your chin tenderly, as if it wasn’t his cock that smeared it there a few moments before. You manage to grin cheekily at him, but he grips your chin between his fingers.

“I need you to be serious for a moment,” he says quietly, his eyes searching yours. “I’ve spoken with them about the rules, about cleanliness and your boundaries, but I want to make sure you understand that this is going to be intense. You’re going to get exactly what you asked for, but if I see you dropping and you not tapping out, I’m going to call it. Do you understand?”

You giggle, but the grip on your chin tightens. Crater whispers your name, your real name, and that sobers you.

“People sometimes misjudge their desires in these scenarios. I trust both of them to not push you, but I need to know you won’t push yourself beyond your limits, Bolts. If you can’t even handle reassuring me right now, then this can’t happen.”

You notice Chuckles watching the two of you from the doorway, and when you catch his eye, he looks away. Your stomach flutters again, but you obediently meet Crater’s gaze. You appreciate what he’s doing here. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t apprehensive, but your eagerness and want outweigh that by a long shot. You do trust these men, and you want them, but to you, above all, being able to walk away with your relationships intact is what is most important to you. These men have to trust you to do your job, to keep their fighters and transports working, and by extension, their lives safe. If you betray their trust, even in this setting, you know that puts that in peril, and that’s not something you’re willing to do.

“I understand, Crater. If I feel that I’m being pushed too hard, I’ll tap out. And I trust you to do the same if you see me slipping. You’ve got more experience here, and I trust you to look out for me.” You dip your chin, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb.

Crater watches you for another moment before pressing a kiss to your forehead. It’s tender, and then you feel him grip your hair, signaling the transition to you. You’re ready for it.

“Over the desk, pretty girl. Need to get you ready.”

You quiver with anticipation as you do as you’re told, wiggling your ass playfully at Crater. You hear the rustle of fabric, and he tosses his shirt on the desk next to you before he digs through the same drawer for the lube he used earlier in the day. He taps the plug in your ass, moving it in and out of you slightly. Your cunt was already sopping thanks to Gregor’s tongue, but now, you feel yourself dribbling down your thighs, the cool air hitting the trails across your skin.

“Messy little thing,” Crater comments as he removes the plug, setting it on the desk next to you. You hear the click of the lube bottle, and suddenly, fingers are prodding at your asshole, slowly easing into you. The past few weeks with Crater have made it easier for you to take him, and soon, he’s adding a third finger, working you open. Your fingernails dig into the wood of the desk, and you watch his shadow on the wall. He straightens, his head dipping down, and you know he has to be looking at how you’re stretched around him. Your cunt clenches around nothing. His fingers slide from you, and the bottle clicks again.

“Color?”

“Green.”

He hums in acknowledgement, and you hear the sound of him slicking his cock behind you. You keep your eyes forward, legs trembling in anticipation. You’re wound so tightly, you jump slightly when one of his hands spreads your ass, and you feel the head of his cock notch at your entrance, slowly easing in. Your back arches and you moan as he carefully thrusts into you, hands finally slipping around to grip your hips as he stretches your insides to accommodate him. He’s careful, letting you thrust back into him when you’re ready for more, and it only takes a few minutes for him to fully sheathe himself in your ass. You’re accustomed to the feel of him now, but you’ll never get used to it. It’s foreign and filthy and you’re desperate for more as he slowly drags himself out of you before sliding home once more.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, voice taut. “You’re going to be so good for us tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp out. “So good. Give you everything.”

Crater’s thrusts are faster now, consistently reaching as deep as he can inside of you with ease. His fingers dig into your hips, and you feel your body jostle with every powerful snap of his hips. Every nerve is screaming for release, and you feel the edge of the desk digging into the front of your thighs. You wonder if Chuckles is watching, knowing he’s going to get to have you as well. The thought makes you clench around Crater, and he spanks you in warning, leaving you keening with the first red handprint of the evening from him. You quiver as he leans over you.

“Don’t get greedy,” he snarls. “You’ll get plenty of cum tonight, but not before I’m ready.” He pulls out of you abruptly, and you yelp at the sudden emptiness. With his clean hand, he pulls you off the desk roughly by your arm, and quickly guides you to your room.

The lamp is on in the corner, casting the room in a dim glow. Your mattress and pillows have been moved to the floor, surrounded by the two bedrolls that Crater and Gregor brought with them. Gregor and Chuckles are in the corner, both stripped of their shirts and boots, talking quietly to one another. The conversation ends when Crater drags you inside, and they watch you with a hunger that makes your empty cunt flutter.

“On your knees,” Crater growls in your ear, shoving you towards the mattress. You fall forward on your hands and knees, panting and glaring at Crater as he turns to address Chuckles and Gregor. “She’s ready. I’m going to clean myself off. Don’t start without me and don’t let her touch herself.” He disappears into the fresher without even looking at you again.

Gregor whispers something else to Chuckles you can’t hear, and the pilot breaks out into a wicked grin. They stride over to you, circling you as you kneel on the mattress. You raise an eyebrow at Gregor, and he winks at you cheekily.

“Where do you think you’ll take her first?” Chuckles asks.

“Oh, I’ve been dreaming about that tight little cunt for weeks,” Gregor snickers. “Think I’ll have a go there first. But I really want to sample the road less traveled.”

Your face flushes with heat as Chuckles comes to a stop behind you. “If it’s tighter than her pussy, I won’t last long.”

“Well, the plan is to fill her. Think we can all manage to finish in all three holes?”

You inhale sharply at the thought.

“Oh, she likes that,” Gregor titters, squatting down next to you, slipping a finger under your chin to force you to meet his eyes. “That what you want, love? I’d bet we could even do more. Fill your belly, your pussy, and your ass. Have you dripping with us.”

You can feel your pulse between your legs, throbbing with every heartbeat. Chuckles comes around to your side, and you see he has his pants rolled down enough to pull his cock out, which he’s stroking languidly. You know it’s already been inside of you, but your mouth waters at the sight. His thumb smears the droplet of precum that shines on the head, and Maker help you, you salivate. Chuckles’s teeth gleam as he grins down at you.

“Look how desperate she is. You want this, don’t you?”

You meet his gaze, your mouth suddenly bone dry and your tongue heavy. “Yes,” you whisper.

The sink shuts off in your ‘fresher and Crater emerges, toweling his hands off. You can see the head of his cock tucked into the waistband of his pants, and he smirks as he notices you staring. He strips off his pants, and the other two follow his lead, encircling you once they’re fully bare. Your mouth falls open as you take each of them in.

Gregor’s toned and lithe like Crater, but he has massive burn scars covering a good portion of his torso and arms. You knew he’d been blown up on Abafar, but you’d never realized just how lucky he was. But what your eyes are most drawn to are his thighs. You’ve ridden them before of course, but somehow they look even thicker without his pants covering them. He grins down at you.

Chuckles is a little more stocky in build than his brothers. His shoulders are massive, but his tummy is softer, trailing down to thick legs and calves. His torso is also littered with scars, but they seem less jagged and more surgical in nature. You figure that’s where the medics operated on him after his accident, trying to piece him back together. When he turns, you catch sight of his tattoo. He’d told you before that he’d gotten the Headhunter’s flight computer PCB layout tattooed, and you’d always imagined it as a silly thing, but it’s not strictly a schematic. The lines that represent the recognizable traces weave down the left side of his back, but there’s artistry that makes it beautiful. Someone spent time on it, and you briefly wonder which brother crafted it for him. Whereas the others seem confident at being laid bare to you, there’s some hesitance in Chuckles’s eyes, as if he’s afraid of what your opinion of him will be. You smile softly at him, and his shoulders drop slightly. You note a splotchy black mark on his right ass cheek, and you raise an eyebrow.

“That’s a weird birthmark.”

He shrugs, apparently not feeling the need to elaborate further. You make a mental note to press the issue later.

“Before we begin, remember the rules,” Crater states, bringing you out of your pondering about Chuckles’s body. You feel a buzz of anticipation permeate the air between the four of you, understanding that Crater’s speech is coming just before everything becomes intense and debauched. You appreciate him drawing this imaginary line in the sand for you, but you’re also ready to leap over it. You shift as he turns to address his brothers. “You two, what are your hard no’s?” Gregor has a list ready. Of course he does. Chuckles has to think a bit more, but comes up with some.

And then Crater turns to you. You recite your list. Crater nods.

“Color definitions?”

You rattle those off too.

“And nonverbal?”

“Three taps.” You reach out, tapping against Chuckles and Gregor’s thighs in demonstration. Chuck shudders at your touch. Gregor looks as though he’s going to devour you again.

Crater steps forward. “Go to work then, pretty girl. Get us ready.” His hand comes to rest on the top of your head pushing you towards his cock. You can still smell the soap he just used to vigorously clean himself as you take the head of him between your lips, suckling gently. Gregor guides your left hand to his shaft, and you let him wrap your fingers around him, gripping tightly as he moves your hand in time with his thrusts. You reach with your other hand for Chuckles, and he takes your invitation, quickly moving to fill your other palm.

Crater’s stare is blazing, setting your skin alight as he thrusts into your mouth. After a few moments, he grips your hair, slowing your bobbing along his length. “Don’t be rude. You can’t neglect your guests, pretty girl.”

You grin, saliva coating your chin again, and you turn to Chuckles, maintaining eye contact as you run your tongue from his base to his tip before taking him to the back of your throat and swallowing. His hands immediately fly to your hair as his head tips back and he moans. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and his muscles strain, and you hum. His hips jolt, and you gag. He tries to back out, but you push forward until you gag again, opening your throat and lips as you choke yourself on him. He follows your lead, and you feel him throb against your tongue.

And then you turn to Gregor, pumping Crater and Chuckles’s wet cocks as you kiss the head of the commando’s hardened member. He’s in no mood to be teased, gripping your hair roughly. You giggle, but he yanks, and the pain draws a gasp from you, tears leaping to your eyes. He taps his cock against your lips, and when you stick your tongue out to chase it, he smears saliva all over your chin and cheeks with it.

“Such a sloppy mess,” he rasps. And then he thrusts into your mouth, burying your nose in the curls that halo his base and holding you there. When he finally relents, he pulls you off of him, and you gasp, suddenly able to breathe again. A line of spit connects your lips to his cock, and he chuckles darkly.

“Filthy girl.”

You alternate between the three of them, letting them take what they want from you as their cocks grow progressively harder. Sweat and saliva dribbles down your chin, but you can’t be bothered to care, more concerned with relaxing your throat and ignoring the ache in your jaw.

Finally, Gregor grants you a reprieve, pushing you onto your back on the mattress.

“Missed this pussy,” he rasps, kneeling between your legs. “Going to fill you here first I think.” He taps the head of his cock against your clit before rubbing it through your slick folds and giggling. “You’re still soaked, love. Who knew you loved sucking cock so much?” You roll your eyes, but he ignores you, adjusting you to his liking before tipping forward on one hand and guiding himself into you with the other. It only takes a few shallow thrusts for him to completely bury himself to the hilt in you, and you moan. You’ll never admit it, but you’ve missed the feel of him inside of you.

“Seems Chuckles prepared you to take me, but I’m going to be the first to paint your walls,” he grunts, slowly beginning to drag himself in and out of you. You can’t keep your eyes on him for long though as Crater kneels near your shoulder, pushing your head down to the mattress by your throat. You clench around Gregor as Crater straddles your face.

The captain of the 28th Wing knows you love it when he fucks your mouth like this, and it seems at least for tonight, he’s not going to make you beg for it. You love him using your tongue and lips, love seeing his abdomen flex as he fucks you without abandon. Something about knowing this is what your pussy sees when he fucks you drives you wild, and he tips his weight forward, sliding his hand behind your head, and he lets himself get lost in you, taking what he wants from your warm, wet tongue and mouth.

Your eyes dart over to where Chuckles is watching, and you can see he’s absolutely wrecked. He scoots closer and Crater moves forward to give him more room. Chuckles’s mohawk dips out of sight, and you suddenly feel a warm mouth on your breast, sucking gently on your nipple before a tongue flicks it. Your back arches, and a warm, calloused hand clasps your other breast and squeezes. Chuckles gently bites at your tender flesh, leaving the first of the marks he’d promised.

You want more.

Gregor moans as you clench around him, and you feel a thumb press against your clit. Your muscles begin to tighten as Gregor nudges you towards the edge, and he giggles when he feels you squeeze him. “Think she’s close, Crate. Has she earned it yet?”

Crater is sweating as he thrusts into your mouth, grunting with every jerk of his hips. Spit is sliding down your cheeks as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He grips the hair on the top of your head, watching you.

“You think you’ve earned it after the stunt you pulled with Chuckles?”

You try to beg and plead, but it comes out garbled around his cock.

“What was that, pretty girl?”

Your eyes are watering, and you try again. You know it’s useless, but your cunt begins to tighten from Gregor’s relentless thrusts and circles on your clit. Gregor pulls his hand away when he feels it, and you whine around Crater’s cock, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you dangle on the edge. Chuckles seems to almost redouble his effort on your breasts, and you feel the vibration of him moaning against your skin.

“I think we all get to cum first, and then she can have it,” Crater decides, and you sob, which only makes him pitch his hips deeper into your throat. You sputter.

“Fair enough,” Gregor moans. “I’m close as it is. This sweet little pussy is just as soft and warm as I remember.”

You whine, and Crater lightly taps your cheek.

“I did tell you to behave. Now, make me cum down your throat, and you’ll be one step closer to getting what you want.”

You increase your efforts on his cock, driving it to the back of your throat and swallowing in the way you know Crater likes. He watches you with parted lips as you bob your head frantically. He eventually lays more of his weight onto your face, thrusting into you harder until you feel his balls begin to tighten against your chin.

“Almost there, pretty girl. Be good and take it all, yeah?”

You gurgle around him in acknowledgement, and that’s all it takes. His hips stutter as he fills your throat. He’s salty and warm and familiar, and you wait for him to get off of you, holding his cum in your mouth. He sees what you’re doing.

“Go ahead and show them then.” He almost sounds proud.

You meet Gregor’s eyes and open your mouth, showing him the warm, white coating on your tongue.

Gregor inhales sharply and cums hard. You feel warmth fill your insides, and you squeeze as he pulses again.

“Fuck, love. S-so good. So fucking hot like that.” It’s the first time you’ve heard him stammer, and you can’t help but grin as he slips from you.

“Swallow,” Crater pants in your ear. You obey, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue as proof of your compliance.

“Good girl.”

Chuckles grunts next to you, scooting closer as he jerks his cock wildly. You prop yourself up on your elbows and meet his gaze as he empties himself across your breasts.

“F-fuck, Bolts.”

You keep your gaze locked on his as you swipe your finger through his spend, bringing it to your mouth and sucking. His lips fall open, and he repeats the motion, sliding his thumb through the sticky white smear and offering it to you. You take it, moaning around his digit. He’s different from Crater, slightly sweeter somehow.

You want more of him.

Rolling over, you gently take his spent cock in your mouth, cleaning it with your tongue. It leaps in response almost immediately, twitching as Chuckles groans.

“M-maker. So good. Gentle. Good. Oh, fuck.”

He’s hard again in a matter of minutes. You’d suck him dry if he’d let you, but he has other plans, rolling you onto your knees.

“Want your ass,” he rasps.

You drop onto your elbows, glancing over your shoulder as he kneels behind you. You feel some of Gregor’s spend leak out of you, warmth dribbling out of your cunt and down the inside of your thighs. Crater tosses Chuckles the bottle of lube, and you hear the top click open.

“Get her nice and slick,” Crater says softly. You appreciate his direction, although you weren’t particularly concerned. Fingers press into you, coating your asshole, and you bury your head in the crook of your elbow, moaning as Chuckles works you back open.

“Fuck, she’s so tight. Definitely won’t last long fucking her here.”

You feel the mattress dip, and you glance up to see Gregor kneeling next to you. “I’m taking you there next. Best get me ready.”

“Already?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that a complaint?” he rasps.

“Just always thought you were more of a one and done,” you snipe.

He grins, but grips your hair tightly. “You’d know different if you weren’t in such a rush all the time.” You glower as he taps his cock against your cheek, but then you feel Chuckles press into your ass, carefully thrusting in and out, and your mouth falls open. Gregor takes advantage, pressing past your tongue. You glare at him, but can only keep your gaze heated for another second as Chuckles slowly presses into you again. Your eyes roll back into your head, but Gregor keeps your head suspended, driving the head of his cock into your cheek and slapping you lightly.

“That’s it. Take it all, love.”

Crater is watching you from the corner, sitting on one of your storage containers as he watches his brothers have you. He’s speaking quietly to Chuckles, but you can’t hear it over the roar of blood in your ears. You think he might be coaching him to let you set the pace, so you eventually thrust back against him slightly, and he follows your lead until he’s buried completely in your ass, loosing a string of curses and praises that all sound muted to you. He begins thrusting in long, gradual strokes, and you can feel his head catching at your entrance every time before he slides back in and his hips meet your ass again.

“Such a good girl,” Gregor praises, petting your hair as he presses against the back of your throat. “So pretty with two cocks in you. You love this don’t you? Being used like this?” You moan, and Gregor pulls you off of him, grinning as he stares down at you panting.

“Want to cum in your ass next. Can’t let you get me off too quickly.”

Your head drops back down to the mattress, and you get lost in the feeling of Chuckles fucking your ass. He increases his pace, leaning further over you until he’s practically mounted you, ramming his hips against you with every thrust.

“Maker, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts in your ear. “I’ll never get enough of this ass, Bolts. I’m going to fuck you as many times as I can tonight. Until you can’t take a step tomorrow without thinking of my cock buried inside of you. Tell me who’s in your ass right now, sweetheart.”

“Y-you are, Chuckles,” you stutter out.

“That’s right.” You feel him pulse as you stroke his ego. “Say my name again.”

“Ch-Chuckles.”

“Yeah. You’re mine.”

He’s forward and possessive, and you love it. He’s draped over you, and you can feel his warmth as his tongue traces along your shoulder before he digs his teeth in. You’ve never cum from having only your ass filled, but you’re close right now, teetering on the edge. They’ve wound you up perfectly, tightening the coil, and you worry it might stay like that forever until Chuckles sits up, pulling you against his chest by your arms. He’s fucking into your ass roughly, and you’re sobbing and pleading for release. You’re not sure what you’re saying or if it’s even coherent, but Gregor is staring at you with a smirk that makes you want to sob.

“She’s so pretty when she begs,” Gregor notes. “So polite too. Suddenly knows the word ‘please’.”

Crater kneels next to you, and you lock eyes with him, desperately trying to form an understandable sentence. “P-p-please, sir. Please let me cum.” You sound pathetic, but you don’t care. Your body is screaming for release, and there’s not a single thing you wouldn’t do to get it. Crater watches you for another few seconds before he slips his fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure.

“Cum for us pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear, breath hot against your skin. “And don’t forget to say ‘thank you’.”

Fireworks explode in your vision and you scream as you topple over the edge. You must clench around Chuckles, because his hips stutter, and he buries himself in your ass, falling forward as he fills you with spurt after spurt of his cum. You’re vaguely aware of him kissing your shoulder right next to the bruise he left as he came, and you whine as he slips from you.

Hair is pushed out of your face, and hot breath brushes your cheek.

“Color?” Crater asks quietly.

“Green,” you pant. “And thank you, sir.”

He huffs a laugh.

You shiver as Chuckles’s warmth vanishes, but it’s mere seconds before Gregor takes his place, slotting your thighs between his, parting your asscheeks, and sinking into you with a groan as he drives Chuckles’s spend back out of you.

You lose track of time as they take you again and again. You’re never completely empty, one of them slipping into your mouth as another pants between your legs, pushing the cum of the previous participant out of your swollen cunt or asshole. Sometimes they finish, sometimes they don’t, moving on to sample another part of you. Your skin is slick, although at this point, you can no longer differentiate with what.

Crater is the same as he always is, carefully monitoring you and commanding as he dictates your pleasure. He’s the one that you have to plead with when your body tightens with an impending orgasm, and he’s the one that always grants your release, either taking it himself or nodding at his brothers to push you over the edge. He grips your throat, whispering praise in your ear as he fucks you, and somehow, it feels different. He’s focused on you, of course, but he’s also taking what he needs, allowing himself to cum whenever he needs to, knowing another cock will take his place. He paints you inside and out, allowing you to clean his cock and his fingers, cleanliness permitting.

You can’t get enough.

The first time he fucks your ass in front of his brothers, Crater’s the most possessive you’ve seen him, as if he’s making a point. He adjusts you in the angle he’s found that makes you shatter in the last few weeks, fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you roughly. Gregor and Chuckles kneel in front of you, stroking their cocks as you alternate between the two of them, choking yourself on them with every one of Crater’s brutal thrusts, barely able to breathe between them pressing into your throat and the screams Crater rips from your lungs.

“Tell them, pretty girl. Tell them who took you here first.”

He buries his fingers in your hair, pulling until tears trickle from the corner of your eyes. Your head is pulled upwards, forcing you to look at his brothers. You must be a sight, spit dribbling down your chin, sweaty with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“C-Crater.”

“Tell them how you begged for it.”

Chuckles strokes his cock faster as he stares down at you. Gregor smirks wickedly.

“That true, love?” the commando prompts. “Did you beg for the captain to fuck your ass first?”

“Ye-yes,” you stutter out. “Crater fucked my ass first. I-I wanted it. I needed it. W-wanted to feel his cock in my ass. Wanted h-him to claim me.”

“Tell them who this ass belonged to first.”

“Crater. My ass belonged to C-Crater f-f-first.”

“Good girl,” the captain praises as he guides your mouth back to Gregor’s cock before redoubling his efforts. You cum screaming around Gregor, and he empties down your throat with a grunt.

When he’s not fucking you, Crater’s intently watching you and his brothers, making sure that anyone that takes your ass cleans themself off before taking you again, making sure you’re present and eager at all times. You appreciate his careful gaze, but you know you’re far from being ready to stop anything.

Gregor on the other hand is frantic and unrefined, clearly working through whatever the last few months inflicted upon him. He’s rough, gripping you tightly as he uses you, grunting and swearing under his breath. Your cunt is clearly his favorite, and he drives into you with echoing slapping sounds, driving spend back out of you with every thrust. He wants you on your hands and knees or prone most times, wants to mount you and manipulate your body how he needs it, and in spite of the heated words you toss back at him, you’re more than malleable in his grasp. Despite your conflicted relationship, Gregor knows how to make you scream, and he takes advantage of that at every turn until your throat feels raw.

The commando wants your attention at all times, relishing in how you come undone with him inside you. At one point, he’s got you nearly folded in half on your back, but your gaze drifts to where Chuckles and Crater are talking in hushed voices in the corner. The two of them are speaking too quietly for you to hear, their gazes locked on you as Gregor fucks you. You strain to catch what they’re saying before a strong hand grabs your jaw, squeezing firmly enough to part your lips, turning your head back to meet Gregor’s gaze.

“Now love, I’m the one fucking you, so I expect your undivided attention. Understood?”

You’re defiant at first, rolling your eyes until he delivers a searing slap to your clit. You arch your back, yelping as he grips your jaw again.

“I said, understood?”

“Yes sir,” you whine.

He laughs, but it’s darker than the trademark hoarse giggle you’ve come to associate with him. “I think I like it when you call me ‘sir’.”

His fingers dig in to the flesh of your hips, leaving fresh bruises alongside Crater’s fading ones, but more than anything, he loves to spank you while he fucks you. Both of your asscheeks are red and stinging each time he finishes, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t egg him on just a little. Crater watches carefully, seeming to understand what’s going on and frequently checking in on you, cradling your face in his hands as Gregor takes you from behind. You reassure him every time before begging for him to slip his cock into your mouth. He always obliges, praising you for asking so sweetly.

You crave them. And they keep you full.

And then there’s Chuckles.

Crater is molten and Gregor’s scalding, but Chuckles is a warmth that envelops you, blooming within you as you press parted lips against his skin, panting his name like a prayer as he takes you. It’s unexpected and yet familiar in ways you’ll never be able to articulate and are pretty sure you’ll never tire of.

He’s reverential yet impatient, constantly hovering for the next opportunity to slip inside of you, to claim you in whatever way he can. When he slides his cock between your lips, he wants you to go slowly, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks while he stares at you, watching the way your jaw and lips stretch to accommodate him. He strokes your hair, muttering praises, guiding your hand to touch his body. He savors you as if every second is the last one he’ll spend with you, as though you aren’t counting the seconds until the next time he’s inside of you. He’s greedy, laying atop you and grinding into you for as long as he can hold out before he groans and empties into you again, cradling the back of your head. He’s frantic like his brothers, but it’s different, as though he’s making up for lost time that you both didn’t know you’d missed.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t drunk on him, pulling him closer while he’s buried in your cunt, pleading with him not to stop what he’s doing because you’ll never get enough of him. You kiss and suck at every piece of his skin available to you, desperate to have his taste again. He does the same, leaving love bites across your collarbone and on both breasts. You think the sight of those marks spurs him on. For you, it’s his groans and gasps drive you wild, and you find yourself craving them, desperate to hear them fall from his lips, pulled from him by you.

The second time he empties himself into your pussy, you plead with him to let you clean him again. He obliges, but what remains on his cock isn’t enough for you, and you guide his fingers between your legs, scooping his spend out of you and licking it from his fingertips. His pupils blow wide as he repeats the motion, dragging his fingers through your cum-soaked cunt and watching as your tongue traces his knuckles, cleaning him off.

“Fuck, Bolts,” he whispers with a gentle veneration that sharply contrasts with your debauched state. When you’re finally sated, he kisses you deeply, tongue tracing yours. He looms over you as you feel your hips being raised with rough hands, Crater you think, slipping back inside of you while Chuckles steals the air from your lungs, his fingers drifting down to play with your clit and draw another moan from you.

You lose count of the orgasms they pull from you, spiraling higher with each one until they shove you off of the cliff, leaving you a wrung-out, panting mess on your mattress. Your sheets are damp and you know you’ll need to wash them after this, but for the moment, you can’t be bothered to care about the way the fabric sticks to your skin.

“I think she’s ready.”

You think it’s Crater talking. Hands help raise you to your hands and knees. A straw presses to your lips, and as your vision clears from the haze of your latest orgasm, you see it’s Chuckles. When you finish drinking from the water packet, you kiss his palm.

“Thank you,” you rasp, mustering a wink.

“Yeah, she’s ready,” he agrees. His voice is breathy, eager. He’s excited.

The mattress sinks again as Crater lies on his back, pulling you on top of him so that you’re straddling his hips. He doesn’t even give you time to settle before he pulls you down, impaling you on his cock with a gasp. There’s no resistance at this point in the night, and he bottoms out easily. Your hands fall forward onto his chest, and you realize you’ve never been on top of him before. You clench, grinding on him playfully, but before you can make a snide comment about getting used to this, his hand rockets out, gripping your throat.

“Don’t get any ideas.”

You glance over at Chuckles, who’s watching you hungrily, his lip caught between his teeth. He’s already pumping his cock slowly. A hand taps your cheek, and you look back down at Crater as he begins thrusting into you.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” His hand slips back down to your throat and squeezes. You clench instinctively, and he smirks. “Good girl.”

Crater lets you ride him for a while, grinding against him and bouncing on him until sweat slicks your heated skin. You’re closing in on your next orgasm when he grabs your hip, slowing you. You whine as the coil in your gut loosens.

“I promise it’ll be worth it,” Crater rasps. Reaching up, he pulls you forward onto his chest before speaking over your shoulder. “Go on, Gregor. She wants to be filled. Let’s give our good girl what she wants.”

You hear a chuckle from behind you as Gregor kneels down, straddling Crater’s legs. He presses against your spine, arching your back and presenting you to him. Crater’s cock twitches inside of you, and he nips at your ear. His voice carries a tinge of a thrill as he whispers to you.

“Gonna stuff you full, pretty girl. Just like you wanted. We’re going to use you all at once and fill you. Now, be good and relax for Gregor.”

You feel Gregor massaging more lube into your already slick asshole, pushing some cum back out of you, and you tremble in Crater’s grip as you feel Gregor’s body get closer to you, the heat radiating off of him.

“Color?” Crater whispers.

“Green.”

He nods at Gregor, and you feel the head of the commando’s cock brush your asshole. You shiver and whine. Crater thrusts up into you slowly to appease you, massaging the back of your neck. You reach around, spreading your ass for Gregor, and he giggles.

“She’s so desperate to be filled ,” he snickers. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need, love.”

And then he enters you. Your back arches even more as Gregor works his way inside of you, a centimeter at a time, thrusting gently in and out of your ass. He’s careful and cautious, a far cry from the man that took you roughly for the first half of the night. You’re appreciative and impatient, but you stay still as you’re stretched around them. Crater holds you tightly to his chest, stroking your hair and whispering praise in your ear as you moan.

“I can feel you taking him. You’re doing so well. Knew you’d be so good for us. Letting us have all of you like this. Such a good girl. So pretty with two cocks in you. Can’t wait to see Chuckles fill your mouth too.” You whine again, and Gregor gasps.

“Oh, she liked that.” He grips your hip as he pushes himself further in. “That’s what you want isn’t it? To be completely filled? Knew you were filthy the first night you let me fuck you in that alley, but never imagined you’d be like this, Bolts.”

You clench again, and he spanks you. The grip on your throat returns, and suddenly Crater’s snarling in your ear.

“Don’t make me regret letting you have our cocks so soon, pretty girl. Otherwise, we can tie you up with that silk rope and really draw this out. Now, are you going to behave?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

Gregor bottoms out, and you groan loudly, clawing at Crater’s shoulders for purchase, attempting to ground yourself as the pleasure takes hold of your every nerve ending. Crater is holding so still, and you can feel the tension in him as Gregor slowly draws almost completely out of you and then thrusts back in.

“That good, love?”

“S-so good,” you stammer.

He does it again, stilling as he buries himself in you. Your breath is coming in short gasps.

You need more.

Crater fists your hair, pulling your head up so that your foreheads are touching. Your mouth is hanging open as he stares into your eyes. “Are you ready?” he grits out.

“Yes. Please. Please fuck me.”

He thrusts his hips slightly, and your eyes roll back in your head as an inhuman moan escapes you. You’re so full. Every inch of your skin prickles with pleasure. It’s perfection and everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ve never been used like this, had your body pressed between two lovers. You never want it to end as you begin to float, basking in the stretch of your body as it accommodates the two men.

And then Gregor starts moving. The two of them fall into a slow rhythm, Gregor driving into you as Crater drags himself back out. They cue off of each other, picking up the pace until they’re fucking you hard, your body jostling between the two of them. You prop yourself up on your palms, glancing over your shoulder at the man buried in your ass. A strand of Gregor’s normally slicked hair has come loose, hanging in his eyes as he stares down at where his cock is sliding in and out of you. It’s the most disheveled you’ve ever seen him, and it thrills you to know that you’re the reason. You’re making the commando come undone.

A groan from the corner of the room catches your attention, and you turn your gaze to where Chuckles is leaning against the wall, pumping his cock in time with Gregor’s thrusts.

“Chuck,” you whisper. It’s a plea, one he’s more than willing to reward. He wastes no time in getting to your side, kneeling next to you. Crater readjusts you so that you’re leaned towards the mohawked pilot, and he buries his hand in your hair as he feeds you his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he rasps. He’s wrecked. You can see it. You try to concentrate on running your tongue along the base of him as the other two thrust into you, but it’s hard. You find you’re getting lost in the constant drag of the three thick cocks in and out of you, but a sharp tug to your hair grounds you. Tears stream down your cheeks as you look up into Chuckles’s eyes.

“S-so gorgeous like this. So p-perfect. What a sight you are. Taking three cocks. N-never thought… fuck, like that.”

You hum around him, and his hips jolt, sending his cock to the back of your throat. You’re a disheveled mess, but the way Chuckles is looking at you makes you desperate to please him, desperate to be his. You press him into your throat again and gag. You can see him already getting close, a vein in his temple throbbing as he attempts to hold himself off for at least a little longer.

“You gonna let me fill that throat, sweetheart?” he asks. “Gonna swallow all of it for me like a good girl?”

You choke again as he presses to the back of your throat, but you don’t tap out, and he keeps going. You know you’ll be hoarse tomorrow, but that’s what you wanted. Chuckles begins to fuck your mouth more roughly.

You love it. You begin to clench, the coil in your gut tightening as you get lost in the sensation of the three men taking their pleasure from you. They use you, exactly as you wanted and hoped. You’ve surrendered to them, entrusting them with your body and being, and they’re taking all that they need while giving you everything you’d ever fantasized about. You’re bliss embodied, pressed between their warmth as they pull you apart and push you towards yet another orgasm.

Chuckles twitches against your tongue, and you know he won’t be able to hold out much longer. “G-gonna paint that pretty tongue. You ready?”

You hum against him once more, and he groans, pulling you off of him and tilting your head back.

“Open your mouth. Open your f-fucking mouth.”

You do, sticking out your tongue. Chuckles presses the head of his cock against your lower lip, pumping himself frantically. “S-so fu-cking good,” he grunts as he unleashes himself. You feel the hot, sticky warmth hit your tongue, some landing on your upper lip and painting your cheek. Chuckles groans as you keep your mouth open expectantly. With a shaking hand, he drags his thumb across your cheek, catching his stray cum and smearing it on your tongue.

You keep your mouth open.

He stares at you before understanding creeps across his face. He leans down close to you, gripping your jaw. You feel his breath stutter against your skin. Crater and Gregor slow, watching the two of you. All you can see is Chuckles as his gaze flicks to your open mouth, and then your eyes, asking for your final permission.

“Are you mine?” he whispers.

You nod.

Chuckles stares into your eyes as he hollows his cheeks and spits directly into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now swallow.”

You do.

And you cum violently.

Every inch of your body locks down, and you gasp and whine and moan, as wave after wave crashes over you. Your vision goes blurry as tears leak from your eyes, and you shudder and twitch. You feel Gregor and Crater both groan. Gregor pulls out and comes across your ass, and Crater’s hips stutter as he empties himself inside of you again. You collapse forward onto his chest, curling into a ball and shivering violently. Warm hands cup your face.

“Bolts?”

Crater’s voice sounds so far away. You feel fingers tap your cheek gently. Your eyes flutter open, and you find Crater watching you carefully, searching your gaze with concern. Your pulse is beating against the inside of your skull, and you feel hot and freezing at the same time. You’re gathered into arms and cradled. More than one set of hands moves over you, carefully inspecting and pressing.

“I’m alright,” you rasp. “But I think I’m done for now.”

“Yes, you are,” Crater whispers against your cheek. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m s-sorry. I didn’t ask on the last one. S-snuck up on me,” you stutter.

“That’s alright,” Crater soothes, his voice gentle and warm. You’re pretty sure his lips are pulling upward in amusement at your apology.

“Did… was it… Bolts…” Chuckles is on your other side, cradling your neck and helping Crater support you. You can see apprehension in his face, worry that he overstepped in those final moments. You grin dopily at him before pulling him down for a kiss.

“It was perfect,” you whisper. “You were perfect.”

He smiles.

Crater is quietly watching the two of you, and after a few moments, he leans down to speak quietly to you. “I’m going to give you to Chuckles so we can get you cleaned up. Is that alright?” You nod, and he kisses your forehead before shifting you into Chuckles’s arms. “Hold her and take care of her. I’m going to go get her shower started.”

“I’ll change the sheets while you do that,” Gregor offers. Crater nods.

Chuckles eases you down, wrapping his arms around you and tucking you against his chest. His heart is thundering, but the steady rhythm soothes you as you tuck yourself closer to him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling deeply in your hair. The tremors wracking your body begin to subside as you’re enveloped in Chuckles’s arms.

“Easy, Bolts. I’ve got you,” he whispers into your hair.

“I know,” you murmur.

You hear Gregor rummaging around in your storage bin until he finds your only other clean set of sheets. The shower hisses on, and after a few minutes, Crater re-emerges. He and Chuckles guide you to the ‘fresher, helping you into the shower. Your shower isn’t large, but somehow the three of you fit into it. Crater supports you as Chuckles carefully cleans every inch of you. They work together to wash your hair, which is matted from the night’s activities, gentle fingers massaging your scalp. They check you over, ensuring you’re not uncomfortable. You reassure them incessantly until some of your snark returns, which earns you another kiss from Chuckles, playful but clearly intended to shut you up.

When you’re cleaned to their satisfaction, Gregor is waiting with a towel and wraps you in it as you step out on wobbly legs. He dries your hair with another one as Chuckles and Crater flank you, ensuring you stay on your feet. When he’s done, Gregor leans down and kisses your cheek. stroking your face tenderly. You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny you appreciate his gentleness.

The three of them lead you to your mattress, which they’ve left on the floor. Crater lets Chuckles lay down with you first, pulling you against him before he lies down next to you, snuggling against your back. Gregor has water waiting and helps you drink. Their warmth soothes you, but something’s shifted. Every touch from Crater is hesitant, and it seems as though he’s waiting for Chuckles’s permission. Finally, they make eye contact over your shoulder, and Chuckles nods at his brother. That seems to relax Crater, as if he were worried he was nearing some sort of unseen boundary. Gregor lies on a bedroll at the head of the mattress, and it’s not long before you hear him drop off, snoring softly. Crater’s breathing fans across the skin between your shoulder blades, and it’s not long before that evens out as well, and his arm subconsciously slips around your waist.

Chuckles is still awake, although you can hear that his heart has slowed to a steady rhythm from where your face is pressed against his chest. You snuggle into the dip of his shoulder, inhaling his scent as you feel him playing with your hair. You think you hear him murmur something to you, but you can’t make out the words before sleep takes you.

—

You wake in the middle of the night to fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and grunts and gasps coming from behind you. In your half-awake state, you glance over your shoulder. You’ve rolled over to face Crater, and Chuckles is lying on his side behind you, rutting against your ass with sweat peppering his brow. His lips are slightly parted as he watches his cock stroke between your ass cheeks.

“‘M sorry,” he whimpers. “You just… fuck you look so good. I tried to just… I’m sorry.”

His eyes meet yours, pleading and burning into you in the darkness.

“What do you need?” you whisper, grinding back into him slightly. He’s so worked up, he moans at the contact, his forehead pressing against the back of your neck.

“C-can I have your ass?” he begs. “Please let me have it.”

You reach behind you, arching your back and spreading yourself to give him more access in silent concession. Chuckles eagerly takes his cue, cock already slick with lube, and he frantically spreads some on your asshole with his fingers, groaning as they slip inside of you easily. You scoot back against him, and he holds his breath as he presses in, unleashing a low, wanton groan as he bottoms out easily. You’re sore from the night’s activities, but the fullness and the feeling of Chuckles’s warmth behind you, his need, it spurs you on, and you press yourself back into him, spearing yourself on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. I can’t believe you let me do this to you. Never going to be able to get this out of my head, Bolts,” he groans, his breath fanning across your skin.

“Don’t have to,” you pant as he slowly drags himself back out of you. “I’m yours, Chuckles. All of me. Whenever you want.”

“You mean that?” he rasps against your shoulder.

“Yes.”

He cradles you in his arms as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, whispering against your skin.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever. Wanted you so badly, but was always afraid you’d tell me to get kriffed. If I’d known, I’d have taken you home that first night at 79s. I’d have had you a million times by now. Every chance I could.”

You reach behind you, gripping his hip and pulling him into you, and he interlaces his fingers with yours. He presses closer until he’s able to kiss along the back of your neck and your shoulders, and you arch your spine to give him a better angle. A warm hand grips your knee, and you turn to find Crater pulling your leg over his thigh.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he whispers to his brother.

“She’s fuckin’ gorgeous,” Chuckles agrees. “So soft. So fuckin’ soft and warm.”

“So good for us,” Crater rasps.

You whimper as his fingers trace your lips before his hands find their way to your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you keen in Chuck’s grasp.

“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Your brain is buzzing, completely lost in the way Chuckles feels inside you and the way Crater is looking at you, hungry and interested and wanting. You try to wet your lips, attempting to answer his question, but Chuckles thrusts into you again, and you gasp instead. Crater cups your jaw, watching as your brows furrow in pleasure. His eyes dart over your shoulder, and Chuckles nods at him. Having whatever permission he felt he needed, Crater kisses you. His beard scratches against your skin as his tongue slides past your lips, and you sob as his fingers find your clit. He swallows every moan and gasp, eventually moving along your jaw, sucking marks on your neck where your jumpsuit will cover it.

Chuckles grips you harder but keeps his pace slow, every ridge of his cock stroking your insides as he buries himself inside of you once more.

“Do you want Crater to fill you again, sweetheart? You want us both to take you again?”

All you can manage is a nod.

Crater nibbles along your collarbone. “Need to hear you ask, Bolts.”

You manage to gasp out a single word.

“Please.”

Crater pulls your leg further over his hip, and Chuckles adjusts to give him room. You feel fingers drag through your folds before the hot, blunt head of Crater’s cock presses against you. You squirm, trying to drive him into you too.

“Shhhh easy, pretty girl. Gonna be gentle and go slow.”

“She’s so impatient,” Chuckles teases from behind you. “You just want our cocks that badly, gorgeous?”

“Please,” you beg again, your voice a hoarse whine.

Crater’s knuckles graze you again as he notches his head at your entrance and presses into you. His eyes flutter closed as he moans, shallowly thrusting into you until he finally buries himself in your heat.

The two of them fuck you slowly, their hands roaming your body, reverently tracing your skin, playing with your breasts and nipples, readjusting you or holding your legs open. They praise you, worshiping your body with gentle touches and reverent words.

“So perfect for us,” Crater rasps as his cock slides into you again. “Such a good girl.”

“Like the Maker created you just for us,” Chuck gasps, sliding his hands around you to palm your breasts. “So good. Never gonna get enough of you. Can I keep you?”

“Yes. I’m yours,” you moan. “All yours.”

You’re not sure if minutes or hours pass, the only sound in the room being the rustling of the sheets, quiet groans, and whispered words in between shared breaths. Hands pull your face back and forth, angling your lips so that they can both kiss you. They’re both so different. Crater’s passionate, but it’s clear the kiss enhances the sex for him, whereas Chuck seems like he’d be satisfied only kissing you. When his mouth envelops yours, he sometimes forgets to keep moving, and you have to grind back into him to remind him. It’s an awkward angle with him behind you, but you ignore the strain in your neck, desperate to taste him more. The way he moves, the way he holds you, the way he fucks you, it all feels as though he’s trying to convey a message that the two of you have long allowed to go unspoken.

You hope he understands that everything is reciprocated.

Your earlier orgasms were quickly built and rushed towards at breakneck speed, but the two pilots seem more concerned with carefully crafting your pleasure this time, grinding into you and finding the angles and touches that pull you closer to the precipice. You reach behind you, burying your fingers in Chuckles’s mohawk as he pants against your skin. Crater presses his forehead to yours as he reaches between you, pressing against your clit.

“You don’t have to ask for it,” he reassures you. “Tell us what you need. Tell us how to make you cum.”

You’re close. You’re so close.

A soft groan breaks the silence from above your head, and you look up, meeting Gregor’s gaze as he watches the three of you, pumping his cock in the dark. His eyes are blown out with lust, and his lips are parted as his eyes find yours.

“Gregor, come here,” you whisper.

“You don’t have to, love. I can just watch.”

“I need it. I need you. I’m so close. Please.”

Crater angles himself away, giving Gregor the room he needs to kneel near your head and offer you his cock. You open your mouth eagerly, taking him between your lips. His hips jerk when you run your tongue across his tip, flicking at his slit before finding the vein that runs along his shaft and tracing that downwards, taking him to the back of your throat. He doesn’t press you, but you need more. You grab Gregor’s thigh and pull him closer so that you can bury his cock in your throat. He cradles your head gently, trying to take some of the strain from your neck, but you couldn’t be less concerned, chasing your high with the three of them buried inside of you.

It’s so different from the first time the three of them took you together, more gentle and slow, but no less thrilling for you. This time, you’re more aware of the slide and grind and feel of them as they push and pull, the way it feels when the tips of their cocks catch at whatever entrance they’re using. Sweat slicks your skin as you slowly squeeze your lower muscles, drawing a grunt and curse from Crater and Chuckles.

“Want to see you cum for us, love,” Gregor encourages. “Want to watch you come undone. You’re so beautiful when you do.”

You release him for a moment, resting your cheek against his thigh as you catch your breath. A line of spit connects your lips to him still, but he tenderly brushes it away. Just then, Chuckles readjusts behind you, and suddenly, he’s hitting the perfect place, and your eyes widen as your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

“She loves that. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” Gregor rasps.

“C-couldn’t if I tried,” Chuckles replies. “Cum for us, sweetheart. I’m not going to last.”

Crater’s nimble fingers find your clit again, and you gasp.

“G-Gregor,” you plead.

“What do you need?” he asks softly.

“Touch me. Please.”

He leans forward, cradling your face and pressing his thumb to your lower lip, rubbing it along your skin until you take it in your mouth and suck on it. You run your tongue over the callouses on his thumb, and somehow between the taste of his skin and the way he’s looking at you, it’s enough.

You cum with a stuttering moan. Your eyes flutter closed as you release Gregor’s thumb, panting and gasping as your muscles lock down and you shiver. Your head swims as wave after wave washes over you, seemingly unending until you’re left trembling in its wake.

“Beautiful,” you hear Gregor whisper between punctuated breaths. When you open your eyes, he’s coated his knuckles with his spend. He scoots away from you, and suddenly, Crater’s lips are crashing against yours, and his fingers bury themselves in your hair as his thrusts grow more erratic.

“I’m close,” he whines.

In your haze, your hand drifts to his neck, and his eyes snap to meet yours. You freeze for a moment, fearing you’ve made a mistake until he places his hand over yours and gives you a slight nod. The unspoken words are hanging in his gaze.

Do it.

You squeeze gently against the muscles of his throat.

“Cum for me,” you whisper.

And he does, groaning as he empties himself inside of you.

Chuckles is close behind, bottoming out as he fills your ass one more time. He holds you for a moment before slipping from you, panting against your skin. Gregor’s already kneeling between your legs, cleaning you gently with a warm cloth.

“I’d try to get you to the shower again, but I don’t think we have enough towels,” he joked.

“S’ok,” you mumble. “Don’t think I could make it there anyway.”

Three different sets of lips find yours in the darkness, one bearded, one clean shaven, and one scarred. They each whisper their thanks, and you thank them in return. The words feel insufficient on your tongue. The trust and adoration you feel for each of these men seems overwhelming in the aftermath, and you’re unsure you’ll ever be able to convey to them what it means to you to feel this comfortable with them, to feel this safe.

You suspect they know, even if you never find the words.

You’re pulled back into Chuckles’s chest, but this time, Crater doesn’t take the place beside you. Instead, he opts for the bedroll Gregor was sleeping on, offering his place to the commando.

For once, Gregor seems uncertain, and you have to stifle a giggle and the snarky remark that’s threatening to erupt from you. Instead, you reach for him, and he takes your hand, sinking onto the mattress next to you.

“Come closer, I don’t bite,” you snicker.

“I would beg to differ,” he responds, which earns him a playful slap to the chest.

“You like it.”

“Only in some settings, love.” His teeth flash in the darkness as he gives you another cheeky grin.

You take his hand, placing it around your waist. “We’ve never done this,” you say softly.

“Never slept together either if memory serves.”

“Well, maybe we should this time.”

“If you snore, I’m smothering you.”

You roll your eyes. “I might smother you regardless.”

He huffs, but you slip a hand around the back of his head, pulling his face to yours and resting your forehead against his.

“You know I don’t hate you, right?”

His eyes soften slightly. “News to me.”

You grimace. “I don’t like you. A lot of the time. I don’t know why, but you get under my skin, sometimes on purpose I think.”

He shrugs. “Riling you up is one of my favorite pastimes.”

You roll your eyes again before sobering. “But… I do care about you. And want you safe.” You exhale. “And there are times I don’t dislike you. Times outside of when we’re fucking.”

He smiles, not the cocky grin that he usually has, but a genuine, soft smile.

“I’m glad. Because I don’t always dislike you either.”

“It only took a foursome for that to get resolved,” Chuckles mutters from behind you. You reach back and pinch his ass in retaliation. He pulls you closer, grazing his teeth along your neck. “Behave or I’ll leave a mark the suit can’t cover.”

“Fine,” you concede. “But don’t get used to it.”

—

You wake in the morning to a warm presence next to you. When your eyes flutter open, you find Chuckles sleeping peacefully on his side, his nose brushing yours. His arms are wrapped around you, and he’s snoring softly. You hear bumping around in your ‘fresher along with some off-key muted singing. You smile, recognizing the gravelly, high-pitched tenor as Gregor’s. Crater is nowhere to be found.

A low hum draws your attention, and you find Chuckles’s warm eyes staring into yours, having awakened with your movement. “Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey,” you reply.

He’s searching your eyes, and hesitantly, his hand strokes your cheek. You lean into his touch, and something in his gaze softens. Your heart stutters in your chest.

“Glad we got your eject fixed,” you whisper.

“Yeah. Me too,” he replies. “Wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.”

Your fingers trace a scar that runs down the center of his chest on top of his sternum. “Would… would you do it again?”

He raises his head to look at you. “With you?”

“No, with Rog,” you mutter. He reaches down and lightly flicks your cheek, and you giggle. “Of course with me, you fuckin’ mynock. I told you that last night.”

“I wasn’t sure you meant it or if you just said it in the moment.”

“Of course I want you, Chuckles. I have for about as long as we’ve known each other. But was scared, same as you.”

He slips his knuckle under your chin, and your mirth fades from the intensity with which he’s looking at you.

“Bolts, I’ll sleep with you as many times as you let me. But what I’d really like to do is take you to dinner.”

Heat flushes across your face. You like that thought. But you know it’s impossible.

“Chuck, we can’t. If anyone knew… well, I don’t know what would happen to you, but at a minimum, the other guys might think I pay more attention to your fighter than theirs. Or they’d think you’d get special treatment, or-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, and you melt into him.

“Fine. When this is all over then. I’ll take you to dinner when we win the war.” He holds out his little finger. “Pinky swear.”

You smirk, locking your pinky with his. “Deal.”

Silence hangs between you for a few minutes as the two of you get lost in each other’s eyes, savoring this moment that’s just between the two of you. To your relief, everything feels the same with him.

But it’s also undeniably different. And you don’t want to go back.

He’s thinking hard about something. You can see it in the way the wrinkle between his brows deepens. You snuggle closer.

“What is it?”

“You… I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to bumble through it. I know I just told you that I want… I want to date you, but it doesn’t… I don’t… it doesn’t just have to be me if you don’t want it to be. I know you and Crater have a thing going, and at this point, I have no idea what is going on with you and Gregor, but I don’t want-”

It’s your turn to shut him up by pressing your lips to his. He mumbles against your mouth, and you giggle.

“It’s rude to interrupt,” he scolds when you come up for air. “I lose my train of thought easily.”

You roll your eyes, but get even closer to him, throwing one leg over his hip.

“Crater and I aren’t romantic. We’re casual. I would like to still have him involved, and Gregor too if he wants to be, but things with you are… different.”

“Different?”

“Yeah.”

“How?” He’s hopeful. And it warms and terrifies you at the same time.

Your brain buzzes with static as you flail to find the right words. “I… I want to go to dinner with you. I want to talk with you. I want to sleep next to you. Just sleep. I want to kiss you outside of this bed. When it’s just the two of us in the garage. I want to hear how your day went.” You huff in frustration as what you’re trying to convey continues to elude you. “I know that sounds ten kinds of cheesy.”

He grins. “I like cheesy.” He takes your hand, brushing his lips across your knuckles. “And I like you. I’m not worried about Crater and Gregor still being involved if that’s what you want, and I don’t think they’re threatened by me. And I’d like to see where this goes.”

You duck your head as heat rushes to your cheeks. “I’d like that too.”

Your eyes meet again, and something shifts between you.

You want him.

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his. He pulls you against him, rolling you underneath him. His knee slots between yours, and you’re already wrapping your legs around his torso, coaxing him into your heat.

“More? I thought you’d be sore, Bolts.” Despite his half-hearted protest, he ruts against you, his cock already hard as it slips against your core.

“I am. But I want more, Chuckles. More of you.” You bury your fingers in his mohawk, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him hungrily. He groans into your mouth. “Please,” you whisper against his lips. “Please let me have more with you.”

He huffs a laugh against your skin, his hand finding its way to your thigh as he pushes into you.

“I’ll give you anything you want, Bolts.”

Your arms wrap around him, fingers digging into his skin as he eases into you, panting against your cheek. It’s slow and gentle and tender and so different from anything you did yesterday, but this is what you want.

And you want it with Chuckles.

He presses his forehead to yours as he bottoms out. The soreness fades to a dull ache, overcome by the feeling of him inside of you, pressing against your walls as he nestles even deeper inside of you somehow. Your lips find his again, and his tongue slides into your mouth as he slowly starts to rock his hips into you. Heat courses through you as your heart flutters. You’re giddy, and you feel like you’d float away if he wasn’t pinning you to the mattress.

Sex with Chuckles almost feels like a soothing balm after all of the nights you’d spent thinking of him, certain he was out of reach to you. Even though he’s inside of you, you want him closer, want to feel as much of his skin against yours as you can. He cradles your face, studying your every feature as he takes you, taking note of every moan and whine and angle that draws them from you. He’s patient and attentive, exploring you in ways he didn’t have the time to last night.

“Maker alive, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he pants.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He manages a smirk as sweat trickles from his temple. “Damaged goods.”

“I prefer the phrase ‘uniquely customized,’” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the scarred corner of his mouth. “I do have one question though.”

He pauses, remaining buried inside of you. “What?”

“That mark on your ass?”

He stifles a sheepish giggle, burying his face in your shoulder and muttering, “Was hoping you’d forgotten about that.”

“I’d like to think I’m going to see a lot more of that mark if we’re sleeping together. It was bound to come up again.”

He thrusts into you gently, and you glare at him for his obvious attempt to distract you. He gives you a pained grin, clearly understanding you won’t be deterred.

“Fine. My batchmate and I agreed to tattoo each other one night when we were cadets. His name is Two-Pint, and he’s known for his homebrews. They are deadly. Needless to say, we’d had a few. Can’t remember what I asked for, but that’s what I wound up with. It’s anybody’s guess as to what it was supposed to be, and it’s a miracle it didn’t get infected.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So, what do you think it looks like?”

You burst into laughter. Deep, belly-shaking laughter.

Chuckles seems surprised for a moment, but soon is giggling as well, burying his face in your neck as he shakes with mirth. He’s still buried inside of you, but somehow, the laughter feels more intimate than anything you’ve ever done with a partner. You wish you could bottle this moment, keeping it for your darkest days. You press your foreheads together as you get lost in each other, kissing one another in between fits of giggles as he occasionally rolls his hips into you.

“You’re an idiot,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes.

“As long as I’m your idiot,” he grins back, readjusting his legs and thrusting back into you at an angle that makes you see stars.

“You two are having entirely too much fun out here,” Gregor snarks, emerging from the ‘fresher with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You jealous?” you tease.

“Of you having to hear Chuckles’s jokes all the time? Not on your life,” he replies, retrieving his clothes and beginning to dress.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Got a briefing.”

“Not even time for one last quickie?” you tease.

“As appealing as that sounds, love, I think if I get undressed again, I’ll be tempted to make myself late.”

“At least have breakfast then,” Crater says from the door. He’s carrying a box in one hand and a small bag in the other. “I went out and got some food. Bolts doesn’t keep much to eat around here.”

Gregor smiles, plucking a pastry from the box when Crater offers it. “Let’s do this again sometime then.”

“Stay safe,” you call from under Chuckles.

Gregor hesitates before approaching the mattress and bending down towards you. Chuckles makes room as the commando presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll do my best, but no guarantees. I’ll comm you.”

“No you won’t.”

“I’ll try.”

You roll your eyes as the commando grabs his bedroll and leaves, tossing one last wink over his shoulder. You can’t help but smile as he disappears out the door.

Crater sets the box on the floor next to you. “I suppose I should get going too. Briefing’s cancelled for today, by the way.”

Chuckles pauses, slipping out of you to roll onto his side as he looks at Crater. You huff indignantly, but he’s too focused on what his captain is telling him. “How’s that work? We leave tomorrow.”

Crater smirks. “Not anymore. Looks like the situation will resolve itself in the next few hours, and our support won’t be needed. The 501st gets to have all the fun today.” He reaches for a pastry that smells like jogan fruit. “So you two relax and enjoy yourselves. Especially since Bolts already had the garage closed to do her inspections today. No one should bother you.”

“What are you going to do all day then?” you ask.

He pauses, glancing down at you before he shrugs. “Probably some reports to work on.”

Chuckles wrinkles his nose. “You always get your reports done first.”

Crater glares at him, but he shakes his head. “Always something to do.”

You both see through him.

“She wants you to stay, Crater,” Chuckles states with a slight tinge of exasperation. You stifle a grin as the pilot continues. “The deal is just that I get to take her out when this is all said and done. She’s explained where you two are at, and I’m not worried about it.” He grins, but Crater just quietly raises a brow, which sobers his brother. “She trusts you, and you know I do too. So stay if you want.” Chuckles pulls you closer to him. “But if I’ve got a day off, I’m not leaving this room.”

Crater takes a bite of the pastry, chewing slowly as he looks at you for confirmation. You nod.

“You don’t want things to change? I don’t want to overstep with you two,” he says quietly.

“You aren’t,” you reply, reaching for him. He wraps his hand around yours. “I know it’s different with us, but I still want you, Crate. I’d like it if you stayed.”

He seems taken aback for a moment, and you suddenly realize why he was so restless in his sleep last night.

He was worried he was intruding on something. He was going to step back to let us explore this.

And that’s why you love him. Not in the same way you feel for Chuckles. Not that you love Chuckles…yet. But Crater knows where you stand. And I think he feels the same.

Predictably, it only takes Crater a few seconds to slip back into his quiet confidence. But you still know that you finally surprised him, and you’ll relish in that moment for a while. He smirks at you. “Well. You did cum last night without permission. And you were pretty mouthy. I suppose we should work out what that will cost you.”

You feel the tension leave your shoulders as you feign indifference with a shrug. “If you feel the need.”

Chuckles tugs on one of your nipples, and you gasp, glaring at him without any real heat. “I think I’d like to see how she looks tied up in that silk rope you mentioned. If you think that fits the bill.”

Crater raises his scarred eyebrow, clearly surprised at how eager his brother is to jump in. Your body is already singing with anticipation as Chuckles peels the covers back off of you. You inhale sharply as you see all of the marks the three of them left on you the night before, but you can also see the two pilots already mapping the places they’re going to mark you next.

“I suppose that’d be appropriate,” Crater notes, opening the bag he brought with him. “I was going to give these to you as a parting gift, but maybe we’ll try them out today then.” He lifts out a set of binders, a new vibrator, and a gag that makes you clench around nothing. He notes how you dig your teeth into your lip at the sight of the last item. “Does that sound good to you, pretty girl? For Chuckles and I to try some new things with you today?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Yes what?”

You shiver. “Yes, sir.”

He smirks. “Better eat some breakfast then, Chuckles. It seems like you’re going to need the energy.”

The mohawked pilot grins as he crawls down to the end of the mattress, lifting your legs over his shoulders and sinking onto his stomach. You inhale sharply when he presses your legs apart, nuzzling at your clit as he meets your eyes, licking his lips.

“I’ll get a donut in a minute. There’s something else I’d like to eat first.”

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