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starrylothcat · 2 years ago
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Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-Shot
Summary: You drive Crosshair wild in your new dress. 2300 words.
Warnings: Smut. Smutty smut smut. NSFW 18+. Minors DNI. Established relationship, consensual PiV sex. Crosshair is an ass man.
Everyone is Happy on Pabu AU. (Yes, Crosshair is rescued and on Pabu. Yes, Tech and Phee host weekly family dinners. Yes, everyone is alive and happy)
Author’s Note: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. This is pure debauchery. I have no excuse.
I wrote this kind of fast bc I had to get it out of my drafts (aka purify myself of thots) so I apologize for any errors or weirdness. This man is haunting me LOL. This is also in honor of sundress szn starting. (Crosshair is def an ass man, change my mind). I hope you enjoy 🙈😘
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It was an exceptionally tropical and humid day on Pabu. The ocean was glass, the air devoid of any breeze to lessen the heavy humidity. The only promise of relief was coming with the setting sun as it began its descent toward the horizon.
Crosshair was sitting at your shared kitchen table, pretending to be absorbed in his datapad, sweating like a Gamorrean on Tatooine. His clothes felt too tight, too constricting. He had been feeling like this all day.
The heat wasn’t the reason he was hot and bothered, though.
It was you.
In that dress.
Crosshair’s trained eyes haven’t left your backside for one moment as you putzed around the kitchen, putting dishes away and humming an unrecognizable tune to yourself, a sheen of sweat visible on your bare shoulders and neck, exposed as your dress only had thin straps holding it up on your body.
It was a new dress, thin and flowing, perfect for a scorching day such as this. Crosshair watched intently as the material hugged and highlighted all your delicious, delicate curves. The dress framed your body perfectly, especially your ass. His desire to take you right then and there growing with every jiggle of your body under the silken fabric.
Tech and Phee had invited you over for a family dinner, a weekly tradition that started not too long after you all settled on Pabu. You had just finished making an appetizer to share and were cleaning up the kitchen, due to be over at their place soon.
You bent over to put a final plate away in a lower cabinet, giving Crosshair the perfect view of your voluptuous behind.
Now this was just unfair.
You were teasing him at this point, you had to be. He was going to wait until after dinner to completely ravage you, but his mind was already made up. Crosshair was not a patient man, not when you looked like this. He plucked his toothpick out from between his lips, silently setting down the datapad.
He advanced soundlessly, quickly maneuvering up behind you like a predator to prey.
You weren’t paying attention, standing up straight now, still absentmindedly humming a tune under your breath.
Crosshair smirked, realizing you were unaware of his presence, making what he was about to do even more satisfying.
He licked his dry lips as he reached down, grabbing fistfuls of your ass through the tantalizingly soft fabric of the dress. You yelped, startled by his sudden gropes as his body trapped yours against the kitchen cabinets.
“Cross…!” Your voice came out breathier than you intended as he kneaded his strong fingers into your supple flesh.
Oh, it was divine how you felt under his palms through the satiny material of the dress, just begging to be bunched at your waist as he fucks you into oblivion.
Crosshair let out a low growl at the thought and began leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses starting at your bare shoulder, up your neck, and to your ear, tasting the salty sweetness of your skin. “You’ve been teasing me all day with this kriffing dress…do you realize how you look?” His breath was labored, his hands now snaking up the front of your abdomen, his hips grinding into your ass.
You whined and instinctually brought a hand back to grab at his head, tugging at his silver locks, now grown back from his buzzed look when he first arrived on Pabu, free from imprisonment.
His teeth nipped at the side of your neck. “C-Cross…I’m glad you like my new dress but…” You couldn’t help but let out a gasp as his fingers began playing with your nipples through the dress. A wave of fresh desire rushed through him as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, spurring him on further.
“…if you keep this up we are going to be late for dinner…”
“Dessert before dinner never hurt anyone.” Crosshair’s voice was a husky whisper, becoming more desperate to feel your curvaceous ass against his hips as he pounds into you.
You were turning to putty under his touch as your head lolled back against him, his fingers expertly rolling your now-hardened nipples.
“They can wait. Wrecker will be late, anyway.” He grunted, his lithe body grinding harder against you, knowing you were giving in.
Crosshair grasped your waist, stepping back slightly and spinning you around to face him. His expression was intense, his eyes wandering up and down your body.
“I was going to wear this dress to dinner.” You breathed, a coy smile on your lips, your eyes now hooded with want as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to you.
Crosshair pinched your hips, a smug expression flashing across his face. “Not anymore.”
He pinned you again against the counter, this time his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss, his hands once again groping up your ass through the dress. Crosshair groaned into your mouth as he bunched up the material, slipping his hands up under the fabric. His calloused palms squeezing and roaming up and down your backside was igniting you with lustful yearning, your blood boiling and skin impossibly hotter in the already sweltering heat. You needed to feel him, too.
Your hands shot down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it without looking. Crosshair smirked against your now swollen lips, removing his hands from their fervid exploration of your supple behind to help remove his belt.
Once the belt was off, you tugged down his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the ground as he stepped out of them, kicking the discarded clothing to the side. You saw how hard he was, precum beading at the tip of his swollen cock, showing you just how much he wanted you, needed you.
“I’m going to fuck you in this dress.” He muttered, his pupils blown with lust, his voice dangerously deep. “The way your ass looks…fuck, I’m going to make a mess of you, doll.” Crosshair’s hands quickly maneuvered under your dress again, practically ripping your panties off you, tugging them down past your thighs.
Before you could respond, he rubbed his fingers over your now wet and aching core through the dress, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your body. Crosshair’s mouth was hot on yours again, groaning as the fabric dampened under his fingertips. The material provided mouth-watering friction against your sensitive bud as his fingers worked magic over your cunt. You couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan at the sensation.
“That’s right…so wet for me…” He panted, increasing the pressure and movement of his fingers as you writhed against him, relishing in how your pussy felt through the delicate fabric. Your lips crashing together again, his free hand back to feeling up your ass through the dress, lost in everything that was you.
You grasped his hard length with your hand, the other digging into his bicep, giving him a few slow pumps over his velvety flesh as his tongue roamed your mouth. A deep growl left his chest, bucking into your hand.
Crosshair’s fingers continued their ministrations, and you could feel your release approaching, the front of your dress now soaking. “C-cross I’m…”
Your voice was hoarse, Crosshair’s lips devouring yours so ferociously you could barely think, his fingers increasing their pace of rubbing your clit through the dress. Your knees buckled, squeezing his length as you cried out against his lips, your orgasm rushing over you. Crosshair swallowed every mewl and cry that left your throat, feeling you fall apart against him. Your hand left his cock, both hands now gripping his shoulders to keep you from falling. Crosshair pulled away, breaking the kiss, both of you breathless and sticky with sweat.
“I’ll have to wear this dress more often.” You gasped, his mouth now on your neck again, biting and licking every square inch he could, his bare cock pressing up against you. Crosshair chuckled darkly against your neck.
“Yes, you should. But only for me.”
Without warning, he hauled you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as carried you to the bedroom, dropping you down onto the bed.
Crosshair tossed off his shirt, wild with lust. He was on you in an instant, his hands and mouth everywhere. No part of you was left untouched by him, squeezing, fondling, rubbing. He was rutting against you, spreading his precum on your dress, adding to the already large wet spot on your front. The feeling of the exquisitely soft and thin fabric against his cock was sending him into overdrive, needing himself in you now, to feel your softness without any barrier.
“Hands and knees. I want to feel your ass as I fuck you, watch you take me. Is that okay, doll?” He hissed into your ear, moving up and off of you. You nodded, his words causing pure arousal to burn through your veins. “Y-yes…” You obeyed, offering yourself to him, sticking your ass in the air as you settled on your forearms.
He kneeled behind you, sliding the dress up just enough to show him your perfect ass and pussy. “You’re gorgeous like this, all for me.” He drawled, rubbing the tip of his swollen cock at your entrance, shuddering at your slick folds waiting to be filled by him.
You moaned softly, trying to press back into him. “Crosshair, please…” You begged, needing to feel him inside you. He continued to rub against your entrance, teasing you. “Tell me how badly you want me…” He groaned through gritted teeth, positioning himself at your entrance, not able to hold back any longer.
“Crosshair, I need you, please…please fuck me…” He let out a dark chuckle, hearing the shake in your voice, the want for him. His chuckle turned low sigh as he sank into you, inch by inch, your walls tight around him, almost overwhelming him with the sensation.
“That’s…my girl…” He uttered as he rolled his hips slowly, pulling out almost completely and pushing back in as far as he could go. Crosshair did this a few times, relishing in how you felt, in how you looked. Your dress was messily bunched up around your waist, just as he imagined. His hands roamed up and down your ass and hips, squeezing, massaging, worshipping, savoring in all that was you.
Maker, he needed you, more than you’ll ever know. He craved you and your softness. You were the one to help him pick up the pieces after his imprisonment, showing him kindness and forgiveness he didn’t think he deserved.
Crosshair wasn’t the best with words, but at least he knew he could show you how much he cares, how much he hungers for you, how much he fiercely loves you.
“I told you-“” Crosshair stuttered out as he increased his pace, “-I’d make a mess of you.” He watched as your hands desperately tried to find purchase in the bed sheets, your cheek pressed into the bed, hips being held up by his strong hands, your knees trembling and eyes screwed shut in euphoria.
With every snap of his hips, your body spasmed with white-hot pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into you. Your back arched as he hit that special spot inside you, your breath hitching with every devastating thrust, ripping moans from your throat.
Crosshair was losing any semblance of control as he watched you completely come undone beneath him. With one hand digging into your hip, he snaked the other underneath your dress, rubbing at your clit with practiced ease, causing you to see stars as you tried to match his thrusts. “I’m - ah so close…” You managed to sputter out, completely succumbing to him and the pleasure he was giving you.
Crosshair could feel your climax approaching, your walls fluttering around his cock as his fingers rolled and rubbed your sensitive clit, his thrusts not slowing down as he felt his own end rushing toward him.
One, two, three more expert circles of his fingers and you were cumming hard, clenching around him, your body shaking as you cried and sobbed out his name over and over.
Crosshair wasn’t far behind, watching the bounce and wiggle of your ass with each thrust, his hands roaming again as he came undone, cursing and grunting your name through his clenched jaw. He pushed in as deep as he could, giving you all that he had. Your body was weak, the shockwaves of your orgasm still pulsating through you as his thrusts slowed.
Crosshair’s chin dropped to his heaving chest, pulling out of you slowly. You lay down on your stomach, catching your own breath, your dress sticking to your sweaty skin, completely spent. Crosshair laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms. He pressed his face into your neck, listening as your ragged breaths slowed, trying to regain control of his heartbeat, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.
Crosshair lifted his head, gazing at your flushed face. You gently ran your fingers over his tattoo, cradling his head in your hands. He kissed you, gently this time, his lips slow against yours. You melted into his kiss, loving the tender side of him that he only reserved for you.
“Help me out of this dress?” You whispered. Crosshair pulled away, a smug look returning to his face. “Who says I’m done with you in it?” He rolled himself on top of you, kissing you again, more passionately. You traced his back muscles with your hands, feeling him shiver under your touch.
You were definitely going to be late for dinner.
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freesia-writes · 21 days ago
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The last sentence is of my favorite lines from Sharp Edges, a spicy Crosshair x Reader by me n @lightwise 😂😂😂
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staycalmandhugaclone · 2 years ago
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Unhinged Asks
Random collection of things folks have asked me, and proof that the fuck-around-and-find-out chart exists with me (you know who you are <3 ). These include sfw and nsfw things that, apparently, may or may not be Star Wars related.
Remember, my asks are always open and dms always welcome!
Shower Prep - Who leaves the shower in a towel, fully dresses, or with nothing at all!
Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair
Cody, Wolffe, Gregor, Howzer, and Fox
The 501st
Bed Sheet Choices - TBB - Which sheet aesthetic would the boys and Omega choose?!
Spicy Sounds - TBB (nsfw) - Which of the boys is the most, uh, vocal
Ice Cream Truck! - random fun - Where do they come from? How do they come from?
Places for Alone Time - TBB (nsfw) - Where do the batchers prefer to enjoy their alone time?
Bath Time - TCW (very loose nsfw?) - Shower/bath/lake for Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor
Drunk, Kiss, Date, Marry, Punch
Wolffe, Tech, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker - no warnings beyond my own unspoken wants
Fives, Echo, Droidbate, Cutup, Heavy - no warnings
Bariss, Kix, Wrecker, Rex, Padme - no warnings
Hibachi with TBB and loads more - This was just good fun
Cowgirl Preferences - Rex, Wolffe, Gregor, Howzer, Cody - Spicy/smut adjacent
3 Clones, 1 Speeder - Gregor, Wolffe, Rex - no warnings
Woffe's Secret Kink - No. this is not safe for work. I mean...if that wasn't blatantly obvious. This man sexy as hell and I'm not gonna try to control that
Boxers, Briefs, Boxer Briefs, or Commando - TBB - I mean, sfw unless you're weird about this?
Nudity Comfort Level - preference to be clothed or not
501st and 104th - implied spicy stuff but nothing explicit
Fox, Cody, Mayday - implied spicy stuff but nothing explicit
Spicy Preferences - Gregor, Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer - decidedly nswf
Piercings - Tbb, Rex, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Mayday, & Cody - most sfw, though one piercing is a bit private and another is multipurpose
Bearded Thoughts - Aside from my own mildly thirsty comments, sfw
Vacationer Types - TBB - What roles do the boys embody when on vacation (and how do they react to an inquisitive SO) - SFW
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Hit me up with random thoughts!
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freesia-writes · 2 months ago
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I'm lobbing this right back to your ask box, because the questions were great, and I'd love to know your answers!
Ok. So. If someone wanted to read your works…
Which do you think is your best piece and why? You can split the answer into short and long fics if you want. 😜
Which do you think is your most delicious, sexy, satisfying piece of smut?
Which do you think has the most intimate/immersive POV of a character, like really takes you in their heart and mind and makes you feel what they feel? Takes you on the ride with them?
And which one do you think everyone should read? I know, choosing one is torture. 😉😘
I should be going to bed right now but my brain is a steam engine and this train of thought is CHUGGIN. 😂 So. Since you had such amazing answers for your own...
Which do you think is your best piece and why?
Honestly... Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt, the Hunter x OC longfic that I worked on for 9+ months, because it's intricately cohesive, intentionally structured from start to finish, and amazingly enriched with fanart, mood boards, and other stuff that makes it completely immersive. I'm really proud of it. 🥹 It's got plot twists but doesn't leave the reader feeling stupid (*coughTBB*), has fully developed and very unique characters that are also relatable (I hope), and I think (and have been told, lol) that the characterization of the Batch is dead-on and their family dynamics are absolutely delightful. It feels weird to speak freely about its strengths, but we should be able to do that without it being braggy. So, it's amazing in a lot of areas and definitely needs work in others (like me, ha).
Which do you think is your most delicious, sexy, satisfying piece of smut?
*dons monocle to consult @spicy-clones master list*
Shoot, I guess I have to say Sharp Edges, the Crosshair x Reader longfic I wrote with @lightwise. There are quite a few smut scenes, but what makes it fantastic is that it starts off hot and shallow, then evolves and deepens in areas beyond just the physical to lead to a really satisfying climax (hahaha). And it's a really good story -- after all, when you get two author brains on a project, it's that much better! Tons of character development, funny dialogue, and an excellent fix-it ending. 😉
Which do you think has the most intimate/immersive POV of a character, like really takes you in their heart and mind and makes you feel what they feel? Takes you on the ride with them?
I guess I'm gonna be really redundant here... The Hunter one, because readers experience the story through his eyes (where other works are from a reader, OC, or omniscient POV). So they were hopefully just as surprised as he was at sudden plot twists, but I also tried to add just enough detail and subtle lil winks to the reader to "let them in" on some of the secrets so that they could feel shrewd and insightful without just having it all out there plainly so Hunter's the only one and the rest of us are rolling our eyes and smacking our foreheads at him the whole time. 😜 I mean, there was some of that too. 😂
And which one do you think everyone should read?
If the two pitches above for Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt didn't seal the deal, then that one is lost beyond redemption. 😜 So I have two shorties...
This Pets 4 Vets story featuring Jesse is long enough to create some chemistry, have some funny ups and downs, and enjoy a satisfying connection at the end (and some hot bangin' in the bonus chapter, LOL). I love the trope of being let in by someone who hides behind a front and this one was really enjoyable that way.
And lastly, this Tup x Reader keeps coming to mind. Idk why, but it's playful, awkward, satisfying, and sweet. The dialogue prompt was "Don't ever do that again! ...you have no idea what it does to me." And it involves his hair, surprise surprise. 😉 PLUS, I love writing "the boys", whether it's the Batch or the 501st, cause those dynamics seem to really enrich the whole thing.
Thanks for letting me ramble. 💕
AND FOR ANYONE ELSE READING, hahah, I feel like I write almost the same trope over and over, so if you have some requests that you'd like to hear in my style, but are different in content than my usual stuff, drop em in my asks!
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thora-sniper · 4 months ago
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It was so hard to pass by one reference so despite it's OC and Sniper Sunday I'm here with new pack of traditional sketches of the initial composition of squad Clone Force 99.
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Choose your boy or take them all as a present 🥰
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bitterfishiesstuff · 2 months ago
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Let's see if tumblr takes this down lol
Angel/demon au that was inspired by @letshareapapou (let me know if you don't want me tagging your every time I give credit. It's the easiest way I now of to link people to you).
Ficlet and greyscale ver under the cut
Tech frowned as he felt one of the souls tied to his church falter.
Sometimes it felt hopeless, the very human cycle of seeking redemption and falling back into temptation. A cycle as old as they existed.
What right did a demon have to preach of faith and love, when he'd fallen from grace for questioning and a supposed lack of emotion? Was he leading his small flock of wayward souls even further from finding their own paths? Did his very presence make them more likely to sin?
It was a possibility. Most angels insisted coruption was in demons very nature.
The rustle of feathers and the smell of gun oil, an odd scent for an angel Tech mused not for the first time, tugged at his senses just enough to pull him from the downward spiral he found himself in more and more often. Wracked with guilt, he didn't react when the angel touched his shoulder to straighten his robes.
"Humans fail. It's what they do." Crosshairs rasp did little to sooth, his words even less.
"... He was progressing. I assumed-" Tech froze as a chill arm wrapped around him. For as brightly as Crosshair could shine with grace, he was always far too cold.
"You'll get him back on track."
"I need to go to him."
"When you've calmed down." Crosshair countered firmly. His hand adjusted heavy robes, lovingly patched and added onto over the years. "Which I can help with.'
Pale wings dematerialized. Humans would only see two normal men if they had walked in on them, which couldn't happen. His home was filled with to many wards, angelic and demonic for a human to ever stumble in unwelcome. Tech could still see the golden wings framing Crosshairs halo though.
"My flock-"
"Will be here Sunday. Including your wayward lamb." The angel declared with such confidence Tech knew he was going to make sure of it personally. "Your tail is showing, and you're leaving scorch marks on your floor. If you go out to him now, he'll think he's damned and never come back."
Tech looked down to see cloven hoofs burned where his shoes had touched wood with a defeated sigh. "I have not earned your grace."
Crosshair smirked, his hands pushing off the robe he'd fussed over just a few minutes ago. "Silly preacher. Remember your sermons. Grace is given, all you have to do is ask."
Tech grabbed the hands undressing him, and held them tightly. He took his worries, inspected them, and then handed them to the high power that had cast him out. They still listened to him. They always had, even when he stepped too far from the light.
"Please."
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inthemiddle0feverywhere · 8 months ago
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This is my favorite face of Crosshair XD
Like how your eyes even do that bb??
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littlemissmanga · 10 months ago
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What Are You Wearing?
Pairing: Crosshair x Reader
W/C: 400 (lazy writing)
Rating: R, 18+ (no spice but pretty close)
A/N: I started this months ago but apparently never finished it. Whoops! So here it is :D
It's set in S3, EP 6+7 (Infiltration and Extraction), so very slight season 3 spoilers. Divider by @stars-n-spice
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While at Teth, you decide to use Rex’s offered hospitality to finally wash your grimy clothes. But finding yourself without anything to change into, you steal Crosshair’s blacks. Just the top, though, as the bottoms don’t fit. It comes down just long enough to hit your mid-thigh.
Your clothes should be done, so you make your way across the base, not noticing several pairs of eyes following you.
You do, however, notice when Crosshair cuts across your path, glowering at you.
“What are you wearing?”
“Oh, my clothes are in the wash, so I had to borrow your blacks. Sorry, but my stuff should be done now. I was just on my way to grab them now.”
“Pants?”
“Yeah, in the wash.”
“No. From my blacks.”
You glance down at your bare legs. “They’re back on your bunk.”
“I’m aware. Care to tell me why?”
You shrug. “They wouldn’t stay up. The shirt is long enough, anyway. It’s fine.”
Crosshair grabs your arm, his grip firm but not tight enough to hurt.
“No. It isn’t.”
He drags you to one of the empty back rooms, pressing you against the door once it closes behind you and making you shiver.
“Wanna tell me why it isn’t fine, kitten?” he asked, nipping harshly at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
“Cause – oh, fuck!” you hiss as his knee comes up to press firmly against your core. But when you try to rock against him, he stops you, demanding his answer. “Cause everyone could see.”
Crosshair growled and pulled you along his thigh, making you writhe on him. “Everyone did see. Saw their eyes track you across the damn room.”
It always surprised you when Crosshair’s jealousy got the better of him, but it never failed to light you up.
You nuzzle into his neck, pressing your tongue against his pulse point until his grip on your hips starts to feel like it’ll bruise.
“They didn’t see everything. That’s just for you.”
Crosshair’s kiss is demanding and all-consuming. His lips dance over yours, forcing them to give beneath his, before he bunches the fabric of his shirt at your sides, teasingly pulling his hands up slowly.
“That’s right. Now show me what’s mine.”
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aynavaano · 7 months ago
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You: Hunter, can you bring some sweets for me when you are out getting supplies ?
Hunter: Yes Ma’am.
You: Oh…
Crosshair: OHHH. So that’s what you two have been up to.
Tech: It is not unusual for people in positions of power to have a desire to submit.
Crosshair: Speak for yourself. Hunter, clean the fresher.
Hunter: *huffs* that’s NOT how it works.
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cloned-eyes · 2 years ago
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I had to make another version with his tats on display
sorry not sorry
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eatommo · 5 months ago
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Showgirl [c.f.99] {kd3}
Sixty nine/public sex/pet play
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Cw: technically poly!batchxreader, but definitely hunter centric (this time ;)), voyeurism, sex on the marauder, definitely taking liberties on public, oh well, oral sex(both rec), fingering, spanking, dirty talk, cucking? If you squint?, calls reader the ships pet, light pet play, mando’a
It wasn’t rare to be the center of attention when you were on a long haul trip in hyperspace. Shamelessly you’d be passed from bunk to bunk, happily obliging and satisfying each member of the Bad Batch one at a time.
It was rare to get all of them together at once. This time though, Hunter started by kissing you and stripping you in front of the others. At first it started softly, like maybe he just was in need of some affirmation or affection, but soon his tongue was licking at your teeth and the kiss turned starved.
He suckled on your lips, nipping and licking, filthy sweet kisses that made your head spin and nearly forget you had an audience, until you’d hear a crass command from Crosshair keeping you in check, not exploring Hunter’s body with your hands. His heightened senses couldn’t take a lot of teasing, so you treaded lightly, throwing your head back to look at the four boys waiting patiently for their turn with the ships favorite pet.
Hunter guides you to a nearby bunk, keeping the screen drawn open, “Sit on my face mesh’la”. You begin to protest, not sure if you have room to fit in the space in that position, but he pushes his pants down, freeing his achingly hard cock as it throbs and rests against his muscled abdomen, the tanned skin flushed purple at the tip.
Maker, he’s so beautiful, your mouth is watering at the sight alone, shyness melting away at the promise of a good time. You maneuver into the bunk space, finding it surprisingly spacious but still having to bend over slightly to fit, your mouth within a foot of his aching member. You lower your hips closer to his mouth, allowing him to lick a few small teasing stripes.
You hear Tech speak up, “He said to sit.” You huff, sensitive but desperate all the same, and let yourself sit fully upon his mouth. He presses deeper against you, using his tongue lick and tease your swollen clit.
He slaps your ass, the sting mixing delightfully with the pleasure as he teases your entrance with a finger. You bend down further, looking up and making eye contact with Echo, as you place small feather light kisses across the shaft of Hunter’s cock.
He twitches beneath you, always so sensitive, you blow cool air across the trail of saliva and watch as the muscles in his thighs tighten at the sensation. In response, he slowly works two fingers into your heat, targeting the spot which makes your vision white with the precision of a marksman. Distantly you hear hums of approval from your audience as your legs begin to shake, your ears feel hot and you act on primitive instinct sucking the head of Hunter’s cock.
The reality of people watching under such controlling circumstances singing to your need to please, truly taking Hunter down further, working slowly and swallowing around him until your nose is brushing against his balls with each movement.
He strokes your clit in tight expert circle, and you begin to feel the pressure building in your belly. He crooks his fingers into time with the bobbing of your head, and the way his hips start to push off the mattress you know he’s also chasing his release.
You still your movements, and allow his hips to fuck up freely into your mouth, blinking back tears and he nudges the back of your throat with every thrust. You can feel the stutter of his hips, as his mouth stops its ministrations briefly to allow a flow of curses, partially muffled against the heat of your center as he cums filling your mouth with his salty seed and faltering short thrusts.
You swallow, looking up at the room hoping for a satisfied audience and instead you’re greeted with another thick cock inches from your mouth. Wrecker you realize, had stood up from his chair and his patience has expired, he waits for you to part your lips as Hunter begins to tease your clit once again.
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ahsokathegray · 1 year ago
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So Crosshair totally whimpers on Ventress’s strap, right? RIGHT?
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thora-sniper · 3 months ago
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When there are some AU mixed in one image I don't know what to say about this.
Just wanna wish you Happy Spicy New Year!
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magicandmundane · 9 months ago
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Me, doing a short hike: Man, this kinda sucks. I don’t really enjoy hik—you know what? If Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair can go running up Mount Tantiss in full armor, I can walk up a spicy hill with a water bottle.
*’Lockdown’ (from the soundtrack) intensifies*
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burningfieldof-clover · 2 years ago
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And now: Crosshair
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Now we all get the impression he’s cold and probably wouldn’t even be a lover. Sex is just a thing he does because he got bored of his hand. He’s no stranger to a quickie in a bathroom or some strangers apartment. He doesn’t even wait for them to fall asleep before he leaves. He doesn’t lie to the person, he’s very upfront that it’s just sex. This is for him, not them. Most people are super attracted to him so they’d take what they can get.
But the one time he thought it was business as usual, it was not. You were the dominant one the first time the two of you had sex and it jump started something in him, something he didn’t know he’d like. He likes being the sub, a lot. He would do anything to find you again and let that happen more than once. He felt too shy to ask to switch roles, but when he did he was so impressed with your versatility. You listened to him, he listened to you. It was what he thought sex never was—a connection. Once he learned what it was, he definitely became more dominant because he doesn’t do connection. He tried to convince himself it was just sex again.
He kept failing though. While sex was just a pure basic need, animalistic even, he never wanted this. He tried sleeping with other people. He got as far as getting naked with them, but would just leave. It wasn’t going to be as fun with them as it was with you.
The last time he tried with someone else, he found himself crawling back to you. He argued with himself the whole trip. He tried to force himself to stop following this path.
That night nobody was a dom or a sub. You both spent hours kissing and talking, not even touching each other remotely sexually. When you both did finally engage, it was exposing to him what sex could have been all along.
He went from cold and selfish to warm and open. He affectionately switches between dom and sub and most of the time it’s on his own terms. He prefers privacy, usually with a bed but he could take you ANYWHERE and it would be just as special.
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cloned-eyes · 2 years ago
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*giggles in crosshair simp*
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