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decembermidnight · 1 year ago

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Don't lose your focus

Summary: As a Jedi Padawan fighting during the Clone Wars, you and your Master are used to teaming up with Clones. But none are as intriguing as Clone Force 99 and their leader, Sergeant Hunter. Sparks fly immediately and it's difficult to keep your focus. With the mission complete, perhaps the two of you will finally give in and indulge in your desires...

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, Dom!Hunter, use of pet names (sweetheart), shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol consumption, masculinity kink, voice kink, light choking, hand kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm delay, creampie

A/N: This is the result of me watching The Bad Batch while ovulating. This is (probably) not how the Force works but your honour I was horny. Thank you to my dear @thefrogdalorian for the immense help and support! I love you so much! Amazing divider by @saradika-graphics At the end of the fic you'll find the links to some amazing Hunter fanarts I found here on Tumblr! These were such an inspiration when writing and I wanted to thank and credit the artists for creating such amazing pieces!

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Another day, another dangerous mission in the Outer Rim.

Nothing new for you and your Master who are used to leading these missions successfully. The only difference is that this time you'll be assisted by Experimental Unit Clone Force 99. It’s the first time you even heard about them, but your superiors assured you they’re best suited for this job. A highly-skilled squad of defective clones with desirable mutations? Sounds interesting.

Apparently, The Bad Batch, as they call themselves, despise rules and protocol and adopt unusual methods to get the job done… Much like you and your Master.

Their ship has just made a bumpy landing on the field, causing a fuss. You watch curiously as the squad descends the ramp. There are four of them, and they undoubtedly look badass in their black armour.

The first one – their leader, you assume – removes his helmet and... damn. Damn. He's hot, with a confident look in his deep brown eyes. He also has long, wavy, dark hair; a feature which has always been a weakness of yours. His face is half covered in a tattoo that resembles a skeleton. He's undoubtedly the most charming of the Batch, and also the most attractive clone you’ve ever come across.

“I’m Sergeant Hunter,” he rasps as he greets you and your Master. His voice is deep and husky, very different from those of all the other clones you’ve met so far.

After introducing himself, Hunter moves to quickly describe the peculiarities that make each of the members of the team unique. As you stand back to observe them, you can’t help thinking just how much fun they are. Wrecker (the strong one) is getting reluctantly lectured by Tech (the smart one) while Crosshair (the laconic and lethal sniper) stands there in silence. He reminds you of your Master so much.

As much as you enjoy observing the rest of the squad, you find your gaze returns to Hunter, the clone with enhanced senses. You are unable to tear your eyes away from him. You know you have to keep it together, but you can’t help eating him with your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his body, on the way his pauldrons make his shoulders even broader, how much the black colour of his armour suits him.

You have just begun fantasising about the way his strong body would look without the armour when you notice Hunter staring directly at you. Busted. You lock eyes for a few seconds and you just know that he understands the nature of the thoughts you’re having about him. Then, your pounding heart skips a beat when Hunter winks at you. It is a split-second gesture that is over so quickly amidst the chaos of the conversation, a little secret between the two of you. You smile flirtatiously at him in response.

The whole group begins heading towards their ship, The Marauder. While the rest of the Batch and your Master head up the ramp towards the ship that will take you to the rendezvous point, you and Hunter pause at the bottom.

“I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, breaking the silence with his deep, raspy voice.

"I am a Jedi, not a sweetheart," you point out teasingly and look at him with crossed arms, trying to sound tough.

"A Padawan," he reminds you with a smirk on his face.

You watch curiously as Hunter takes your braid – the unmistakable sign of your rank as an apprentice – between his fingers. He gently rolls it between his gloved finger and thumb contemplatively as his brown eyes meet your gaze once again.

"I technically outrank you, Sergeant," you say, challenging him.

"You do, Commander," Hunter nods, but makes no effort to move his hand away from your braid, or to interrupt eye contact.

Hunter can tell that you don’t mind the gesture. As if to push the boundaries further, he moves his hand from your braid to gently place it on your cheek. The leather of his glove feels soft against your face. You are stunned that a seasoned soldier such as him can actually be so gentle in the way he touches you.

You can feel the tension coming from the two of you, a simmering fire somewhere deep within. It's only a matter of time before it boils over. You look at each other straight in the eyes, neither one of you daring to look away.

Just as you're about to tease him with yet another witty reply, you hear the sound of footsteps at the top of the ramp.

"Hey, Hunter, are you gonna come with us or what?!" Wrecker shouts, abruptly interrupting your shameless flirting.

"On my way," Hunter replies, without breaking eye contact with you.

His intense gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks at you apologetically and turns to head up to the ramp and onto the Marauder.

As soon as Hunter turns away from you, you realise just how hard your heart is thundering in your chest. His gaze was so intense that it made you forget to breathe properly. So much for the Jedi breathing techniques. It turns out if there is a handsome man with dark eyes flirting with you, they lose all effectiveness. You take a deep breath, filling your burning lungs with oxygen.

When you enter the ship, you are still trembling. As you take a seat next to your Master, you try to ignore his accusatory glare. You feel his eyes burning into your soul as the guilt threatens to overwhelm you, even though nothing too scandalous happened.

As the Marauder enters hyperspace, your Master takes a seat on the cold metallic floor in an isolated area of the ship. Meditating before battle is a ritual he always follows and you immediately join him. It can help you shift your focus back to where it should be – on the mission. Only, you can't focus.

Instead of your mind becoming one with the Force, you're highly attuned to the actions of the members of the squad. It is as though you can see them as if you were standing before them: Tech studying the holo-maps, Crosshair cleaning his sniper rifle, Wrecker taking a nap, and of course, Hunter. He is mindlessly playing with his vibroknife as he slouches on a crate.

You are entranced by the way his fingers move across the handle and the blade. Maker, the movement of his hand and fingers – you can't focus on anything else as he makes the knife masterfully swirl between them. There's something so erotic about the way he plays with it. Your mind wanders to think about his hands roaming on your body, slipping between your thighs, skillfully rubbing your clit. You fantasise about how quickly Hunter would make you come, how hard your orgasm would be as it tore through you, leaving you a trembling wreck.

Your focus then goes to his muscular thighs. Hunter’s legs are spread wide and he looks so effortlessly masculine. The aura of confidence he radiates as he comfortably sits there, taking up the entire crate as he lounges on top of it, gives you even more thoughts that are unbecoming of a Padawan. It makes you almost dizzy with want as you think about how much you want to straddle him and ride him into ecstasy.

“Are you done?” your Master’s cold voice interrupts your filthy train of thought with a brief and concise message through the Force.

He heard your thoughts. Each and every single one. Your Master caught you red-handed. How embarrassing.

You are too mortified to even mumble an apology, through the Force or otherwise. Instead, you sit there wishing you could be anywhere else in the galaxy as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and pull your hood up to hide your flustered face in your cape.

Luckily, before the awkward moment can continue for any longer, Tech announces the imminent jump out of hyperspace. You still cannot bear to make eye contact with your Master, shrinking into your blessedly baggy cape as you begin the descent into the planet’s atmosphere...

The mission was a success – you and your Master worked your magic with the precious support of Clone Force 99. What seemed like a desperate operation, turned out to be an extremely important victory for the Republic. Training with your Master has been so hard, but damn did that pay off. You slayed all your enemies elegantly and effortlessly, just like he taught you. The whole Bad Batch congratulated you two. Wrecker was especially impressed, electing the two of you as his favourite Jedi. What an honour. Hunter also invited you and your Master to celebrate the victory by having a drink all together in a cantina.

Just as you’re about to enter the cantina and join the Bad Batch, your Master calls your name. You stop in your tracks, scared that he might reprimand you for the way you acted today. You begin panicking and thinking back to what happened in guilt…

When you and your Master had taken off your heavy capes before engaging in battle, you noticed Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a skin-tight dark suit, after all.

It was a fact you decided to exploit after Hunter had given his squad their orders for the mission. You walked away swaying your hips, making sure you gave him a great opportunity to look at your ass. You remember how you could feel his eyes glued to it. You could also feel his desire for you. It was impossible for him to hide; it permeated him, radiated from him. Maker, you love making him crumble.

You think back to the way Crosshair rasped, "Hunter, don't lose your focus.” You are certain that is what your Master is about to scold you for.

Instead, you watch in shock as a half smile appears on your Master’s face, something you don't see very often.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you,” he nods.

Since when does your Master pay you compliments like this?

“Th-Thank you,” you stammer, caught off-guard by how unexpected his praise is.

“You fulfilled your duties as a Jedi. Now, go and have your fun.”

You don’t have time to respond before he turns on his heel and walks away, cape billowing in the breeze. You know your Master doesn’t often like to stick around after missions, often needing some quiet time to himself to decompress and meditate. You let him go, knowing that he will find his way back to the Marauder before it departs, as he always does.

As you step into the Cantina, a smile spreads on your face when you notice the Bad Batch sitting at a table with a full flagon of booze and an empty seat for you to toast your success. You and Hunter lock eyes again as he invites you to sit in that spot close to him.

Hunter loses no time in placing his arm around your shoulders while smiling at you. You lean into his embrace, feeling comforted and protected. The warm presence of his arm around you makes you smile contentedly. It feels so good to let the guard down for once, especially if you're in the arms of a handsome, strong and charming man such as Hunter.

As the night goes on, the three other members of The Bad Batch keep conversing with each other, giving you and Hunter the opportunity to speak privately. It’s as though the background noise fades out. You don't even bother focusing on the discourse the others are having. It’s just you and Hunter flirting shamelessly now.

“You know, I've never seen a ship like yours. I wish I had time to properly explore it... Thoroughly," you flirt with him while draining the last few dregs in your flagon.

"Want me to give you a tour, sweetheart?" he says with a smile on his face, perfectly understanding your intentions.

"Would be cool, yeah," you reply.

Hunter offers you his hand and you gladly accept it with a mischievous smile.

Just as you stand, you feel the alcohol has definitely kicked in. You’re not drunk though, just a little bit tipsy, enough to make you brave and go get exactly what you want.

As soon as you and Hunter get out of the cantina and find yourselves alone in the dark alley, you both give into the instincts you tried to suppress all day long. Hunter pins you to the wall as you pull him closer at the same time, until you join in a passionate, longing kiss.

You welcome his tongue in your mouth as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch and the way he kisses you are so confident that you clench around nothing, holding him tighter as you moan in his mouth. Maker, you want him. His whole body jolts when he feels that, pinning you harder against the wall, mentally cursing the armour that is preventing him from feeling the softness of your body against his.

He stops kissing you just so he can look at how stunning you are under the moonlight, hot and flustered after that first, heavy session of making out.

"Look at you. So beautiful," he whispers as he cups your face with his hand, the other one still lingering around your waist. Hunter is treating you like the most precious thing in the galaxy now that he can finally have you all for himself. You lean into his gentle touch as he takes in all the features of your face, especially the way your eyes glimmer with admiration and arousal for him.

You look at his deep, dark and expressive brown eyes and the strong, masculine features of his face that make you throb with need. Your hand caresses his cheek, following the lines of his skeleton tattoo and the contour of his chiseled jaw. He observes you as a sweet smile appears on your face, making you look irresistible and drawing his lips closer to yours once again…

"Hey! Where's Hunter?!" you hear Wrecker shout from inside of the tavern, just as your lips are mere inches apart.

You and Hunter both laugh as you resume the kissing. It's like the whole galaxy stops existing. For a soldier who has seen nothing but war, his kisses are to die for. Your tongues twirl in each other's mouths and it's like his greedy lips can't ever get enough of yours. His mouth is hot like a damn furnace as he takes all the time in the galaxy to worship you with his lips, letting his hands wander throughout your body. You're getting soaked already, feeling your arousal slowly dripping down your legs as a throbbing need pulsates between your thighs. You moan in his mouth as you dig your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss is getting deeper and more passionate as you go on.

Hunter's lips start to trail down to your neck, making you sigh deeply as he covers it in kisses. Your scent drives him wild. He can smell your pheromones, feeling you're unmistakably full of desire. He can't resist and just gives a swift lick from the base of your neck to your ear that makes you sharply stifle a gasp, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair.

"Let's go to the Marauder, shall we?" he rasps in your ear, a voice full of lust that gives you goosebumps.

"Y-yes…" you stutter, feeling light-headed with arousal and being incapable of hiding it.

He offers you his hand as you enter the ship. The two of you cut a clumsy path through the Marauder towards Hunter’s bunk, frequently taking breaks where Hunter desperately pushes you against the cool steel walls of the ship, your arms clinging tight to his shoulders and his face buried in your neck.

"Maker... Take off your armour," you plead as his teeth dig into your delicate skin like a feral beast would do with his prey.

He does, letting each piece fall to the ground as you go on kissing each other, leaving a trail of armour pieces on the floor as you slowly make your way towards his bunk. He looks stunning with just his tight black suit on. You take in the broadness of his shoulders, the way his pectorals stand out, highlighted by the tightness of the suit and grope the strong muscles of his biceps. Oh, fuck. How much do you love a man. Tall, muscular, strong, confident, with dark eyes and a head full of long, wavy hair. A Man.

You moan in his mouth when you feel his thick biceps flexing under your touch. A smile forms on his lips as he feels how much you like this. As his arms wrap around your body, yours go in his hair. Maker, how safe do you feel in his arms. It's such an innate instinct – wanting to be held in the arms of a strong man, surrendering and trusting him, something that usually you would never be permitted to do in your life as a Jedi.

You can feel his erection against your lower belly, straining against his extremely thin black suit. His fingers hook in the hem of your pants, yanking them down over your ass, exposing your drenched cunt as he sits you down in his bunk.

He kneels before you, taking your boots and pants off and spreads your legs, his dark eyes looking into yours as a smirk appears on his face.

"Hunter–" you sigh.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart," he coos as he starts to kiss your inner thigh.

The vision makes you tremble with lust and your hands helplessly clench into fists in a desperate attempt to grab the material under you to keep you steady. Your legs shake but he keeps them steady in his strong arms. He goes on trailing kisses on your inner thighs without ever stopping looking at you. He's taking his time with it, wanting to enjoy the way your whole body is throbbing with need. Your breathing gets more and more shallow as his mouth gets closer to where you want him the most.

You lift your gaze from Hunter’s dark brown eyes, shutting your eyes for a mere fraction of a second, trying to alleviate the aching need you feel. Hunter chooses that moment to finally give you what you need. With a quick lick to your clit, your whole body jerks into his touch and a whimper escapes from your lips.

Hunter smirks up at you, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a smug, satisfied look. Then, he proceeds to bury his face between your legs and masterfully lick your swollen clit. His tongue brings you so much pleasure that your back arches involuntarily, pushing yourself further into his mouth. You moan his name and grab a handful of his long, thick hair. He purrs in your cunt when you entangle your fingers in his hair and you notice how his grip on your legs becomes tighter.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" you exclaim in ecstasy, barely able to form words.

One of his hands releases its grasp on your legs, which he has been using to keep you spread open for him. You throw your head back gasping as he slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside you.

"So tight," he growls with a smirk on his face.

Hunter pumps his fingers inside of you, slowly increasing the rhythm, ensuring that you’re stretched out for him. It is a motion that brings you so much pleasure you wonder how it could possibly get better. Your whole body jerks in pure bliss under his touch. He enjoys looking at you like this, you can see it from how darkened his eyes are with lust.

For a brief second, his fingers and mouth leave your cunt, leaving you devastatingly empty. You watch in awe as Hunter sticks them in his mouth, without breaking eye contact with you. He sucks on his fingers, humming while closing his eyes to savor your taste from places where his tongue can’t reach.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he rasps as he resumes fucking you with his fingers.

He watches you contort under him, moaning and begging for him to return his skillful mouth between your thighs. Your hips thrust up and down right in front of his face. You are shamelessly fucking yourself on his fingers, inviting him to bury his face back in your folds. You desperately bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Damn, you're so beautiful like this," he says before his mouth goes back exactly where you wanted.

Then, Hunter does something absolutely devastating. While he continues licking your clit, he starts sucking it gently, all as he continues pumping his thick fingers inside of you. Hunter wants to draw an orgasm from you, his actions becoming more and more frantic as you grow closer to your climax. He can feel by the irregular way you breathe and shake that you're close.

"Yes. Yes. Like this. Let go, sweetheart," he encourages you.

It's only a matter of seconds before you come, writhing under him. Your legs are wrapped around his head, squishing it. You scream his name so loud it echoes in the Marauder. Hunter is pleased as he looks at your blissed-out expression and feels your cunt clamping around his fingers. Your back arches as you ride your orgasm, pushing yourself further into his tongue so you can feel him licking you through your orgasm. Hunter purrs into your cunt, loving the way you let go around him. He loves how his face is getting soaked in your arousal, so addicted to the way you taste.

Hunter holds you steady as your orgasm fades out. When you regain your senses, you slowly release your grip on his hair. Only then he props himself up and slowly unzips his suit, showing you the beautiful golden skin underneath. A warm contrast under the black, tight layer.

The dark hairs on his chest are perfectly trimmed, accentuating each of his toned muscles and the tattoos which decorate his thick, masculine body. Your gaze is locked on his hand trailing down his abdomen, his muscles rippling as he approaches the hem of his pants.

You shamelessly look at the bulge in his dark suit, a sight that makes your mouth water. Hunter’s lips curve into a smirk once again, noticing that you like what you see. The smug look on his face makes you throb with need once again, despite the fact that he just gave you an intense orgasm.

He hooks his thumb in the hem of his pants, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly pulls the material down to reveal the trimmed, dark hairs around the base of his thick cock.

Hunter notices the intense way you look at it and hears the whimper you just tried to suppress in your throat. He can feel your heart rate going up. It makes him smirk confidently as he goes on, finally freeing his hard, thick cock. You gulp while looking at it, as he uses the same fingers he had buried in you to cover it in your arousal. He gives it a few, firm strokes to ensure it’s nice and wet for you. The mere vision of it makes you bite your lip to muffle another impatient whimper.

Then he is on you, peeling your shirt away from your quivering body, rejoicing when he can finally touch it and worship it with his mouth. Hunter trails kisses across your collarbones and down towards your breasts. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh there, before softly biting your nipples. You gasp when you feel his erection hard against your cunt. He starts to thrust his hips against yours so his cock can rub against your drenched core, getting it soaked in your juices. Your mind turns completely blank at that, heart thundering in your chest as his hands roam across your body.

Hunter aligns himself to your entrance, groaning as his cock slowly makes its way inside of you. You admire his restraint. You know how much he probably wants to take you with one thrust, but instead he is being so gentle and careful with you, making sure that you are well-adjusted to his size.

He takes your jaw in his hand, looking deep inside your eyes as his thick cock stretches you open. You struggle to keep eye contact with him, unlike earlier when you were flirting with him. Now, your eyes only want to roll backwards. The pleasure you feel as he splits you open is overwhelming your body and senses.

You pathetically try to mumble some incoherencies, but he's quick to shut you up with a kiss. Hunter growls low in his throat when he feels your walls desperately clenching around him, as he buries himself into you to the hilt.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good," he rasps, almost desperately before giving you another wet kiss. Then, he raises his hips only to bury his cock deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth.

"How – how can you feel so fucking good?" he whimpers.

Hunter’s large hands gently cup your face, as he continues placing passionate kisses against your lips while thrusting into you. You notice his kisses become more desperate as he slowly increases the rhythm. As Hunter picks up the pace, he buries his face in your neck, panting low in your ear.

You are certain that he can’t go any faster, before he proves you wrong. He increases the pace to a brutal rhythm, fucking you so hard you start screaming.

"So loud,” he rasps, “They're gonna hear us in the Cantina."

"Then make me shut up," you whisper daringly.

A blaze of lust glimmers in his eyes as you lay down that challenge. Something shifts inside of him as he gives you a feral, animalistic look. Hunter quickly covers your mouth with his hand, showing you his more dominant, commanding side which makes you clamp tightly around his cock.

"Oh, you like this," he smirks, satisfied that this is precisely what you wanted all along.

You nod frantically. There is no use hiding how much this turns you on. Despite how much Hunter shows care towards you, you suspect there is something darker which lingers below the surface. You want to draw it out of him.

"What else do you like, hm?" he coos as he wraps his other hand around your throat, lightly choking you, his thumb rubbing your throat possessively.

The sight of you, looking so vulnerable under him as he can finally dominate you makes him frantic with lust. Gone are the measured thrusts and even rhythm of before. Something feral has overtaken Hunter, a desperate need to claim you. He continues silencing your moans with one hand around your throat and one across your mouth, muffling your gasps as he wrecks you with his cock.

Having Hunter's hand muffling your own moans gives you the opportunity to hear his desperate grunts and pants as they mix with the obscene, squelching sound his cock makes each time he thrusts into you. You close your eyes in bliss, enjoying this moment of pure pleasure.

"Can't keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart? Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes," he growls.

You can't help but whimper at that, at how authoritative he sounds. The Sergeant of The Bad Batch is dominating the fuck out of you. You are a moaning, gasping mess beneath him, unable to think about anything other than how good being furiously pounded by him feels.

"I didn't catch that,” Hunter rasps as he slowly lifts his hand from your mouth. He leans down to put his ear against your mouth “What were you saying, sweetheart?"

"L-let me – fuck!” you gasp, too blissed out to form words.

“Use your words,” Hunter commands, slowing his thrusts down so you can finally speak.

“Let me touch you!" you beg, unable to care about how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you can think about is roaming your hands around the warm, firm expanse of his body.

Hunter smirks, intrigued by your request, only too happy to oblige you. He grabs your hand roughly by the wrist and positions it over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing and contracting under your touch as he thrusts into you. His body is as hard as iron and on fire like a damn furnace, burning with lust.

"Maker…" you whisper.

You let your hand trail up to his firm chest. You grope his pectorals, appreciating the firmness of his muscles. Your cunt clenches around his cock at the sight of your hand against his golden skin. A smirk appears on his face, enjoying what he does to you.

Your hand goes up to his broad shoulder, rubbing over it before you move your hand towards his back. You feel how his muscles strain there with each thrust as he continues pounding into you at a relentless pace. Both of your hands are now caressing his back, feeling every single dimple under your fingertips. Just as you try pulling him close, he starts to give it to you even harder. You scratch your fingernails along his back. You watch in awe as Hunter moans in your mouth at that.

"Could–could fucking smell how much you wanted me earlier. You distracted me the whole time. Couldn't think of anything else besides how good you'd look with my cock inside of you,” he rasps in your neck before biting you, growling wildly as he does. “I was so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," Hunter grunts.

He's so feral for you, fucking you so hard. You can't even mumble a response.

"Smell so good – so fucking good–" he whispers in your ear.

"D-don't s–stop," you mumble in your cockdrunk delirium.

"I can't, sweetheart. This cunt's all I ever wanted,” he growls, “Gonna make you mine. Mine."

"Oh, fuck… Yes," you pant as he props himself up, kneeling in front of you without stopping that devastating rhythm for even half a second.

He looks at your body, at the way your boobs bounce with each thrust as he gives it go you even harder, holding on tight to your legs, using them as leverage to bury himself even deeper inside of you. Seeing him like this makes you remember just how badly you wanted to ride his cock earlier.

"Hunter. Hunter. I want to ride you," you whimper.

"Is that an order, Commander?"

"Y–yes. Yes. Order. S–s-sergeant," you mindlessly go on as he keeps thrusting his cock inside of you.

The thought of you bouncing on his cock makes him throb. In an instant, Hunter lifts you in his arms as if you were weightless and makes you straddle him. He sits with his back against the wall of the bunk. His hands are on your waist and you immediately start rocking your hips up and down, giving into your fantasy from earlier.

"Such a good soldier… So good at following orders," you whisper against his lips.

"Yeah… Sometimes," he smirks before gripping your hair and stealing another wet, hot kiss that makes you melt into him even further.

Your head rolls back in pleasure at the way his cock feels from this position. It's devastating, hitting something deep within you. You almost lose yourself in that feeling, but Hunter won’t allow you to. Even though you are on top of him, Hunter is quick to remind you who’s in charge as he takes your jaw in his hand.

"Eyes on me," he orders firmly.

"Yes, Sergeant," you moan.

You swear you feel him throbbing and choke a grunt when he hears the sensual way you pronounce his title. Clearly, using his rank in this context has done something to Hunter. He moves his thumb between your lips and you suck it provocatively, never stopping yourself from meeting his gaze. Hunter’s pupils widen at the sinful way your lips envelop his finger and your tongue gently touches it. His eyes take into your sensual, precious beauty, before bringing you to him and kissing you again.

Your bodies are damp in sweat and rubbing against one another. Your nipples deliciously catch against his hairy, broad chest. You continue moaning into each other's mouths; your tongues never stop touching.

"Hunter, I'm gonna come–" you whimper.

"Hold it for me, sweetheart," he rasps in a sweet, yet dark voice, having the opposite effect from what he intended.

"Please, I want to come on your cock," you plead desperately.

"Not yet," he smirks.

Hunter grabs your hips and guides your movements so that your clit starts to rub against his pelvis. You let out a loud moan as you hold on to him tighter, digging your nails in his shoulders.

"I can't hold it!" you scream with your eyes shut.

He grabs your chin in his hand, clearly uninterested in your desperate appeals.

"Look at me," he says firmly as you open your eyes. Your vision is too blurry to focus on him but you try nonetheless.

"Now come for me, sweetheart," he rasps darkly.

You obey his order and come hard around his cock. An overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure starts at your core and completely takes over your body. You’re wrecked by uncontrollable shakes as Hunter holds you in his strong arms. You scream and pant as you ride your high. Your eyes roll backwards while Hunter focuses on how beautiful you look when you lose control. Especially when he is the one responsible for it.

Hunter feels your heart running in your chest and every single contraction of your muscles around his cock. The unmistakable, heady scent of sex that fills the Marauder drives him insane, making him burst inside of you. He grunts loudly as he fills you up with his load, holding you tight in his grasp.

You moan in each other's mouths, your forehead leaning on his as you look into each other’s eyes. You never leave each other’s gaze as you both give into the highest of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, your rhythm slows down until it stops completely. Your bodies are intertwined like vines, naked and sweaty as you catch breath in each other’s embrace.

You really do make a great team, after all.

Fanarts: Hunter's back + Shirtless Hunter by @mesvi Hello handsome by @corukant Wet Hunter by @iszapizza Hunter under the shower by @shakall Hunter and his vibroknife by @ve-ti-ver Hunter under the shower by @cloned-eyes Hunter taking off his shirt + Tech by @constant-brain-fog Hunter taking a shower by kaijurave (on twitter/x)

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vodika-vibes · 7 months ago

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I'll Take Care Of You

Summary: You get sick, and Hunter finds out.

Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 892

Warnings: Reader is very sick, Hunter calls reader Sweetling

A/N: I'm still really sick, but I wanted to try writing something, which is how this was born. I'm sorry if it's not very good. Tagging @clonethirstingisreal because you love Hunter

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You feel like death warmed over.

Actually, that might be an understatement.

You have a fever, the chills and the sweating make that obvious. You can feel your cough deep in your chest, and you get winded walking from the bedroom to the kitchen even though it’s only a short walk away.

Bronchitis. Your tired mind offers you as you try to busy yourself deeper under your blankets, trying to ward off the chill that goes hand in hand with having a fever.

And, you could call the clinic and make an appointment and get some medicine, but you also know that the illness will run its course with or without treatment. And you’re just so tired.

Not to mention, the very idea of climbing on your speeder to drive to the clinic, only to have to drive back after your appointment makes you want to cry.

No, it’s fine.

You’ll just let the illness run its course.

Hunter will understand.

Your eyes drift shut as sleep threatens to claim you, though something is nudging at your tired mind. It is so hard to focus right now, but that niggling feeling at the back of your mind is really distracting.

Slowly you roll onto your back, your hand moving to your chest to try and rub the pain away while running through a list of important things.

The stove and oven are off, you haven’t used either in several days.

All of your bills have been paid, that was done before you got sick at the beginning of the month.

You’ve eaten and had water in the last hour.

You’ve showered, including washing your hair.

The shower has been turned off and isn’t running in the bathroom.

Your comm is charging next to the bed.

You’ve finished all of your work for the week.

You stare blankly at the ceiling for a moment and then roll back onto your side, so you’re facing the fan that’s helping you catch your breath, and start to drift off. Whatever it is, it can’t be that important.

When you wake up, it’s to the sound of your comm ringing, annoyingly, in your ear. Blindly, you reach for your comm, only for it to stop ringing. A heavy sigh falls from your lips, and you bury yourself back in your pillow, only for your comm to start ringing again.

You groan, miserably, but grab the comm and press it to your ear, “Yes?” Your voice is raspy and thick with sleep and illness, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

There’s silence on the other end of the line for a moment, “Cyare?”

Oh. Hunter.

Right, that makes sense. No one else calls you.

“Hm?”

“Did you lose your comm, love? You didn’t answer until I called the third time?”

“Was sleeping.” You mumble.

“Still?”

“Hm?” Words are hard, you’re so tired.

“Baby, it’s nearing 3 pm.” Oh. “Have you been asleep all day?”

“Mm-hm.” You turn your head away from the comm to cough into your pillow, it wouldn’t be nice to cough in Hunter’s ear. Even over comm.

“Cyare, are you sick?”

“M’okay. Just tired.” Why is it so cold? You can’t stop shivering. You tug your blanket a little higher up your body, “M’tired, Hunter.”

“Hey, I’m coming over, cyare. Will you stay on the comm with me?” His voice sounds weird.

You sigh deeply, “Just wanna sleep, Hunter.”

“I know. I know you do, sweetling. But I need you to stay on the comm with me, alright? Can you do that for me?”

“Mm…” But, despite your agreement, you drift back to sleep with Hunter’s worried voice in your ear.

The next thing you know, you’re being woken up by Hunter rubbing his knuckles against your sternum. It hurts, and you whine as you try to wiggle away from the sensation.

“There you are,” Hunter’s hair is pulled into a tail at the back of his head, and he’s not wearing his headband for once.

You blink at him, slightly bewildered. “What—?”

“You passed out while on the comm with me, sweetling,” Hunter replies, somehow able to decipher your barely audible word, “You’re burning up.”

You blink at him, twice, “You're gonna get sick.”

“Nah, I don’t get sick.” Hunter’s hands are cool to the touch as he helps you sit up, “Up you get, sweetling. We’re going to the hospital.”

You whine in the back of your throat, you don’t want to go to the hospital. But you couldn’t keep Hunter from moving you how he likes on a good day, and this is definitely not a good day.

“I know, I know.” Hunter carefully guides you to a sitting position, and tugs your sweat-soaked pajamas off of your overheated body, reaching for a pile of clothes sitting on the side of the bed, “It’s okay, sweetling, I’ll take care of you.”

Slowly, you drop your pounding head to his shoulder, “Love you.” There are so many other things that you want to say to him. Like thank you, and I’m sorry, and probably a million other things.

But words are so hard right now.

And, in any event, he seems to know what you’re trying to say anyway, as he presses a light kiss to your temple and then tugs your tank top over your head. “Love you more, sweetling.”

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sinisterexaggerator · 19 days ago

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Star-crossed

Imperial!Hunter xF!Reader

Summary: You are a lowly spy living on Akiva. Your mission is to gather intel for a growing resistance led by Bail Organa of Alderaan. You want to keep hope alive for people across the galaxy—but it won't do you any good should you die trying.

Enter the Imperial Headhunter—you've slipped up. Will you be captured and taken in, or will you get a second chance?

Warnings: NSFW/ 18+ for: Elements of predator/ prey, cat and mouse, brat-taming, enemies to lovers, knife play, cunnilingus, heavy kissing and petting, PiV sex, foul-language, and explicit sexual content. Mild dubious consent. There is use of pet names. Reader has hair of indeterminate length.

Word count: 6.2K

Notes: I've decided to write an Imperial Bad Batch series of fics and started with Hunter! Shoutout to @imperial-tracker and the memeforce crew, as they are an inspiration! I love the idea of an Imperial version of the Batch and couldn't help myself. I am choosing not to discuss the activation of his chip to let that be open-ended or ambiguous. No timeline for when I will write the rest, but I hope you guys enjoy this!

P.S.: I've been playing a lot of Star Wars: Outlaws, thus I chose the jungle planet of Akiva to be the setting for this story.

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Fat droplets of rain pelted your face as you ran like wildfire through the jungles of Akiva, your pursuer hot on your trail. Overgrown vegetation, along with the fragrant blossoms and gnarled vines of Jarwal trees, provided cover as you leapt over a steep incline made of rock and landed hard on the ground.

You hoped desperately to avoid the Venga, an opportunistic creature that thrived during the rainy season, though now, the rain poured without relent. Still, it would be better than if he caught you—the headhunter sent by none other than the first Galactic Empire.

You had information—intel. You kept track of the small number of Imperial forces on this planet, relaying anything and everything of even minute importance to Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan. You were a part of a growing resistance—a small band of people spread thin across the galaxy—your sole mission to keep hope alive for all who needed it, though you were but a cog in the machine.

You needed to tell your contact that more people were willing to fight, that more of the Empire’s forces were arriving on Akiva by the day, and that soon they would take over the Stormhollow sector. Already, they were covertly building a military base just outside Pyke territory.

Ultimately, you were worried about your planet’s future.

Unfortunately, you had been caught snooping at an imperial construction site.

This soldier who was giving chase wasn’t like the others. Out of breath, you made it to a network of labyrinthine tunnels, catacombs that rested beneath Myrra, stretching far beyond the city—they were a series of twisting pathways that spiraled off into various tracts like that of an anthill, one specifically leading you back toward your longtime home in the mountains.

You lived east of the capital; you hoped to lose him somewhere along the way, knowing this planet like the back of your hand. Surely, he would be unable to find you if you could shake him in the foothills—little did you know he was built for this.

You pulled your cloak tighter, your hood closer, darkness momentarily prevailing upon your entrance to the catacombs, torches fueled by dilarium oil greeting you a few feet down. The Uugteen lived here, out of sight, but you knew how to avoid them, going the way of the old Separatist droid foundry, its machinery left derelict and in disrepair.

You desperately wished you hadn’t ditched your speeder once you realized you were being followed; a noise off to your right caused you to startle. You flashed your glowlamp toward the vicinity of the sound to spot a fengla scuttling off beneath refuse, having disconnected it from your belt. It was a small, hairless vermin with green eyes; you would rather meet a horde of them alone than to face your adversary head-on.

You sighed and moved onward, the creaking of expanding and contracting building materials and the smell of stale air your only company—or so you thought. Your human senses were incapable of detecting the commando who watched you, biding his time like a predator stalking its prey.

Brown eyes surveyed your every move from beneath a visor tinted black; the enhanced clone assessed your threat level, finding you to be no more harmful than a mouse. Hunter thought that to track you down was almost beneath him, though he had been given a direct order—not that he always followed through per his discretion.

“What do we have here …” the clone asked quietly enough, his voice echoing throughout the otherwise desolate space; it bounced off the walls in every direction so that you could not pinpoint its exact origin.

You gasped as you turned around, your eyes wild like that of an animal as you searched him out—that Imp you knew was in here with you—horrified to find that he stood mere feet away, blending into the metallic backdrop of the factory.

“A little bird,” — the black clad sergeant stepped forward, his pace languid, almost as if teasing you — “one that chirps a little too much, and a little too loudly.”

You bolted like a skittish fathier, kicking up dirt and grim as you fled down the nearest corridor, your heartbeat raging in your ears as you traveled what felt like miles, never once looking back.

And that voice was strangely familiar, as if you’d heard it somewhere before but couldn’t place it. It was smooth and sultry, unhurried—the auditory embodiment of patience, and more than a bit unnerving.

You broke free of the tunnels, escaping through an exit dug out from the earth to dash across a lush field of green grass. Nearby was a dilapidated temple, leftover from a bygone era, built by the Ahia-Ko; you would take shelter in its crumbling remains.

The mausim had worsened since you had ventured underground, thunder crashing above your head as your heart continued to thunder in your chest. You crawled beneath an outcrop of carved stone, decorated in ancient markings no one knew the meaning of, doing your utmost to hide.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered to yourself, whipping your head to the left and right, knowing that just ahead was a steep drop-off you would need a grappling hook to handle, though you had stupidly left yours behind.

The only way out was to your right, though you heard footsteps, the crunching of twigs underfoot. This man wasn’t doing anything to conceal himself, knowing that he was somewhere up above you, the only thing shielding you from his sight, that bit of stonework hanging above your head.

“Hmm … where could she have gone?” the imperial commando asked aloud; you prayed to the stars above that he wasn’t being facetious in humoring himself, knowing full well that you lurked just beneath his boots, cornered like a dog on a dead-end street—perhaps he expected you to bite.

“Come out, little bird. I know you’re there,” came that purring lilt, the microscopic hairs on your arms standing at attention as you held your breath, daring not to make a peep like the little bird he thought you to be. You could feel yourself trembling, as much from the weather and the unrelenting rain as from fear, finding that instinct had led your hand to your blaster, ready to use force even though you felt you were no match for him.

“All right, then. We’ll do this the hard way, hm?”

You sucked in a ragged breath as the dark clad soldier landed roughly on the ground before you, having jumped from at least six feet down. You were trapped—literally—between a rock and a hard place, knowing that you would have to stand and fight.

“Kark you, imperial shit!” you screeched, pulling your pistol; the clone shot it straight out of your hand so that you screamed in pain, the bolt having singed your skin as you found yourself disarmed.

“Now, now. That’s no way to—”

Before the man could finish his sentence, you sprang to your feet and lunged. Despite facing off against a hardened soldier and you being a woman, you pinned him down, knocking the blaster out of his grip. But once you were both sprawled across the remnants of the temple floor, you did not know what to do next. It was obvious you had not thought this through, and your enemy could tell.

“What a compromising position,” he quipped, taking hold of both your wrists. You made to knee him in the groin but felt a wellspring of pain radiate up through your leg. He was well-protected from head to foot.

“Let me go!” you demanded, thrashing against him. He endeavored to hook your leg with his own, using his body weight to flip you over onto your back. You squirmed like a fish out of water, determined not to go down so easily.

Just then, your hood fell off. The clone hesitated, looking down upon you. You seized the opportunity to free one wrist, snatching off the bastard’s helmet so that your fist could land a clean shot to his jaw.

Then, you did much the same thing as he was, gazing up with a dumbfounded look on your face. It was the handsome clone from The Alcazar—the one you had fucked back in some cheap motel room.

“Hu-Hunter?” you asked breathlessly, staring into his doe brown eyes, even as a steady downpour of rain wetted your cheeks, your hair all but plastered to your forehead—you knew there had been something recognizable about his voice.

“Hmm,” he hummed, a low vibration in the back of his throat, your one-night stand tilting his head to the side. “I thought I smelled something … familiar,” he slyly returned; your eyes narrowed as you came back to your senses.

“You’re imperial?” you asked through gritted teeth, having met this clone when he was dressed in civilian clothing. You supposed he had been off duty then, stationed on Akiva for Force knows what, and you just happened to be a sucker for a pretty face, not to mention halfway to wasted.

“And it would seem that you’re a naughty girl,” he replied silkily.

You silently cursed yourself as you felt your loins stir, thinking your body ridiculous for behaving in such a manner, though you had no control over your own hormones. You threshed against him once more, taking a swipe at his hair, aiming to rip off that stupid bandana he wore marked by the symbol of the empire. If only he had been wearing it when you first met.

The commando was too fast for you, dodging by shifting his neck one inch to the left. He smirked, snatching that roaming hand back up to affix both your wrists to either side of your ears, pegging your arms to the ground.

“What am I to do with you?” he asked rhetorically, Hunter’s chestnut locks dangling limply over his eyes, soaked to the roots by the rain.

You were quiet, so taken in by his beauty; no man should be this pretty, you thought, attempting to shake yourself free of his spell.

You briefly came back to yourself. “You’re on the wrong side,” you hissed, “and I have done nothing wrong.”

“No? And just where is that camera you’re hiding?”

You stiffened, knowing he meant the one you had used to take visual images of the partially constructed imperial facility back in Stormhollow, having concealed it in the pouch hanging from your belt. It was small and compact; you had planned to share the photos with Bail Organa, though not all was going according to plan.

“None of your business,” you seethed.

Fuck, he was hot. You hated yourself increasingly with every passing second, feeling your blood warm beneath the surface of your skin despite the cool temperature of the surrounding air. Most of the time, Akiva was hot and muggy, but this was the wet season—suddenly, in more ways than one.

“Oh, but it is my business,” Hunter said, his butter smooth tone doing a number on you twice now. “Don’t make me have to search you by hand, little bird.”

“Don’t touch me,” you growled, though it lacked conviction. You weren’t sure you could even convince yourself you did not want him to, much less the clone on top of you.

“Come now, you didn’t seem to mind before,” Hunter teased, lifting both your arms higher, cinching your wrists in one hand, mashing them together. His other hand gingerly explored your clothes, starting at your shoulders before moving toward your middle, giving you a pat down in small increments.

“That was before I knew you were an Imp.” You wriggled beneath him, trying to move away from his soft touch, though you felt bothered in a different way, remembering the night you had spent together all too vividly.

“So, now what’s your excuse?” Finally, his open palm rested along your waist. He had a simper tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was infuriating, but also incredibly attractive. You kicked your legs one more time for good measure, but Hunter did not budge.

“Piss off,” you grated.

“Do you know how I found you so easily, sweetheart?” He was clearly amused, and that further angered you.

You glared at him, not answering, finding it peculiar, though you did not want to readily admit it. Akiva was your home—it had been since your birth. You knew this planet like the back of your hand, yet still he was able to find you when other troopers had failed. They had always lost your trail; you had always outsmarted them, yet Hunter was the only one who had come this far.

“I’m a tracker, little bird. An experimental soldier—” he bent down low, nearly brushing his nose against yours, your eyes scanning his tattooed face as you feigned not wanting to kiss him. “I pick up on things—smells, sounds—the scent of sex, lust, desire.”

Hunter’s free hand slid down, his knuckles caressing the side of your face, his leather glove smooth against your skin. “And you’re nothing if not an open book.”

Your whole body stiffened; you felt like a mouse caught in the claws of a nexu, yet you would be lying if you told him he was wrong. You sucked in a breath, uncertain of your escape, notwithstanding that you were comfortable right where you were, and rightfully so—the clone nestled securely on your lap, apparently uninclined to move.

As fate would have it, the headhunter’s superhuman senses caught wind of something else, just as that something came crashing down with an ear-piercing screech. All of Akiva was a jungle; you had no doubt about what thatsomethingwas, though Hunter was caught off guard for one split second—it was enough time for you to initiate a new sequence of events.

You wrenched one arm free from his grasp just as a fussy little Kowakian monkey-lizard tumbled into sight. It was angry, as the branch it had been seated on had snapped under pressure, causing the reptilian creature to take a rather nasty fall. Surprised to see you both, it threw a rock in your direction; Hunter swatted it away, not expecting you to reach up toward his face.

He reclaimed your wrist, but it was too late; you were cradling his cheek in your palm. It was the best plan you could produce—hopefully, he wouldn’t see through it straightaway.

You curled your fingers, then drew him in, whispering, “kiss me, then.”

Hunter gazed at you with a furrowed brow; he studied the look in your eyes before consciously agreeing, even if against his better judgment.

The clone dipped down low, scooping up the back of your head. Truth be told, he was happy to indulge you. There was no reason he could not have his cake and eat it, too. Although he would have to turn you over for detention, he might as well give you pleasant memories for those cold, lonely nights you would spend in a cell.

Your lips parted as Hunter’s pressed against yours; you searched out his tongue, lapping eagerly at the inside of his mouth. With a moan, you clawed into his damp curls, bringing him closer as your breathing intensified and became uneven.

You made a move to coax him to release you all together, wiggling your other arm. After a moment’s hesitation, he let you loose; you used the opportunity to wrap it around his neck as your kiss went deeper and slowed down—it was all a part of your poorly thought-out plan.

“Hunter,” you enunciated between broken breaths, your hips lurching upward. You had to commit to the bit, or otherwise you would lose your focus, finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the taste of him, or the feeling of his body cozied up to yours.

But why not just go with it? What harm could it do? It was tempting to ignore everything and simply give in to the moment, but your mission far outweighed any pleasure you might receive, or at least that’s what you had to tell yourself to carry on.

“What a shame I have to turn you in,” Hunter said in that deceptively erotic tone; it would drive you wild if you allowed it, your hand slipping down, down, gripping Hunter’s black spaulder before inching toward his rerebrace, ever closer to your goal.

“You could always let me go,” you whispered, digging into his armor with your fingers as if you could touch his bicep beneath it, skirting the underside of his blacks.

The sergeant chuckled against your lips; you could feel his codpiece grinding into you, knowing what he kept beneath it, how it felt inside you. “I don’t think so, kitten.”

“Too bad,” you muttered, wrapping your tongue under and then across his in a swirl. Your cheeks hollowed to suck, distracting the commando the best you could as you finally had the guts to try your luck.

You snatched Hunter’s knife loose from its sheath on his vambrace, then broke away from the kiss; it hummed to life as you held the blade to the clone’s bare throat. His dark eyes flashed; he bore a mischievous smile, though your expression had turned serious. He seemed unbothered, though his voice was stern. “Is that the best you can do?”

It took milliseconds for him to latch on to your forearm; he twisted it in such a manner that it caused your fingers to loosen. You screamed, then aimed to drive your other palm into his nose, but Hunter was too quick.

You found yourself once more bound by your wrists. You bucked violently beneath him, then thrust all your weight to one side. You both rolled toward the edge of the ledge—the one you would have needed your grappling hook to conquer.

“Wait!” you shrieked, one arm dangling over the side of a precipice that was a drop of at least one hundred feet. The clone snatched you backward to where you now rested on top of him, having nearly tossed yourselves over the brink.

You both breathed heavily, staring into each other’s eyes. After a moment, Hunter latched onto your shoulders and forced you to roll the other way, collecting dirt and leaves all over your clothes—though by the end, you found yourself pinned once more, only inches from the actuated blade.

Hunter snatched it up, twirling the weapon once between adept, gloved fingers. This time, he held it to your throat—his breathing finally settled, though you were still all wound up.

“Do you know why they call this a vibroknife, sweetheart?” he asked, his expression stoic and unreadable. You gazed up at him like a dugar dugar caught in the headlight of a speeder, swallowing down your excess spit.

Instead of elaborating, he trailed its vibrating pommel between your breastbone, zigzagging it for effect. Hunter slipped its handle all the way down your chest toward your belly before he ended at your lap, pressing the butt squarely against your groin. He would push it into the soft fabric of your tights, then lean in close.

“I’ll give you one guess,” he said cockily.

The faint buzz of the blade on your tights silenced you, the sensation delightfully climbing upwards. It was clear he knew what he was doing; your breathing would not calm but deepen.

“Tooka got your tongue?” he asked, smiling subtly down at you, though he held within his gaze something mildly sinister. “Well, then. It’s best I show you.”

Hunter pushed the butt of the vibroknife more succinctly between your thighs. Even though you were clothed, you felt every tremor, every oscillation of the pommel. Your tights were thin, made for easy maneuverability, just like his armor. You gasped as the clone angled it against your clit, the quiver of the knife so intense your eyes rolled toward the back of your head, able to feel everything as if he were touching bare skin.

“H-Hunter!” you breathed his name once more, trying to hold on to your dignity. The commando canted his head, a few strands of sodden hair following suit as he stared down at you, forcing the knife’s handle against you just a little harder.

“Hm?” he asked with a kind of arrogant nonchalance, Hunter watching the way your facial muscles twitched as the continued vibrations drove you closer to the edge of an orgasm. You felt as if you couldn’t catch a breath, one of your knees lifting as you gyrated gently against the ground, both your hands finding the clone’s shoulders as you held on tight.

“Fuck,” you muttered, finally giving in to a moan. Your hips arched upward without your permission, the whirring of the blade seeming to increase in its intensity. Then, fireworks erupted before your eyes; you did not consciously know what was happening, losing sight of your surroundings as your vision blurred. You stared straight up at the canopy of trees above your head as your heart fluttered rapidly, your body seconds from succumbing to his game against your will.

“That’s right, sweetheart, give into it. It will make things all the easier,” Hunter purred, his other hand rising to cradle your face in the bowl of his hand. He brushed back a droplet of rain clinging to your cheek with his thumb, as if it were a fallen tear, then leaned down to kiss you, even as you writhed like a common whore, unable to stop yourself from coming.

You had no idea what he had meant—easier to capture? Easier to control?

You rode out your orgasm to its completion, knowing why the Twi’lek called it “the little death,” feeling as if you had transcended to another realm entirely as you came down, though now feeling wholly insatiable, wanting the man all to yourself—no matter who or what he was.

“Fuck me,” you spoke between jagged gasps for oxygen; Hunter had not yet pulled the blade away. You could feel another orgasm building, your chest heaving with every new breath you sought.

“And will you be good for me?” he asked, beginning to swirl the butt of the blade in micro circles. Your hips rotated in unison as you attempted to speak your mind.

“A-asshole,” you managed between fractured pants for air. Hunter chuckled wryly at your struggle.

“Wrong answer,” he stated coolly, able to sense your pleasure mounting. He waited until the time was right, then took his vibrating blade away; you clenched your thighs in protest, letting out a whine.

You were so distraught that you barely noticed him hoisting you up to sit by your gathered wrists, having easily sheathed that accursed knife. He dragged you back, the seat of your pants dusting the ground as he positioned your spine against a tumbledown pillar once belonging to the Ahia-Ko. The remains of this temple were a feat of architectural engineering; perhaps he would have taken the time to admire it, but for now he had other things to occupy his mind.

“What-what are you doing?” you asked with a soft exhalation, Hunter keeping you still as one hand disappeared behind himself. He unclipped a set of binders from his belt, then brought them around.

“Stand up,” he laconically demanded.

You were tempted to disobey, but you drew your knees up to place your feet flat on the ground. You pushed up with your thighs. Hunter remained silent for as long as it took him to anchor you in place, then inched backward to study his work.

“Can’t have you trying anything funny, now can we?” he asked in a deep, enchanting drawl.

Curse him and the starship he flew in on.

“What are you on about?” you dared, though your chest felt tight, having been tortured by pleasure, unsure if you were glad that it was over. But you found you missed the taste of his kiss, pining for it; all you could do was lamely rattle the binders that barred you from touching him.

Hunter did not answer you; he dropped to his knees and pulled the waistband of your tights and underwear down along with him in one fell swoop, revealing your sex to the open air of the jungle. To say that you felt a breeze was an understatement, though no other coherent thoughts filled your mind; Hunter buried his tongue between the folds of your labia without warning, its flat, broad surface lapping a line from the cusp of your cunt to the top of your clit, stopping to thoroughly suck your throbbing bud between his puckered lips.

“Fuck—” you could only repeat yourself from earlier, hardly able to stand up straight as Hunter switched to gingerly flicking his tongue’s tip across your nub. You were practically sopping wet from before; you could feel your own slick dripping down your inner thighs.

Hunter did not shy away, slipping one arm under your ass to help keep you aloft as he spread your lips apart for better access between his fore and middle fingers. You felt as if you could melt; become one with the forest floor.

“Don’t-don’t stop,” you begged. Hunter moaned his appreciation into your mound as his nose brushed against soft flesh; he ate and ate. His strokes became longer and more languid; he pressed his face more firmly against you, his cock standing erect behind his codpiece. Once he felt you were stable, he released his hold, then steeped two gloved digits inside you, the creak of leather accompanying the act of him curling his fingers, playing you like some Zeltronian lute.

“Too much,” you whispered, though it was just right, knowing you were seconds away from coming for the second time. The pressure against your anterior wall was perfect; the glide of the leather itself was an indescribable turn-on, though you were far past that.

“Kiss me,” you entreated once more, though instead he went back to a diligent suck, the undulation of his tongue’s tip rolling against your clit as he pushed against the deep seat of your core.

It was a triad of sensations; your body trembled against the moss-covered pillar propping you up. You knew you had your work cut out for you if you were to escape the headhunter’s clutches once and for all, but you were not sure you even cared to do so by this point.

Within the sleeve of your cloak was a tool designed for picking locks; you slipped your fingers across and inside, even as you fucked Hunter’s face, gently riding the curve of his nose as he continued to titillate you, the warmth in your bowels rising to a head, your body already so sensitive.

“Yes,” you praised him, biting down on your lower lip. Hunter’s eyes trailed up your form to land on your face; you were cognizant enough to halt the movement of your hands. He wanted to witness your expression as he led you to the point of no return.

Within seconds, you obliged him with one of ecstasy, whether or not meaning to. You rode the fingers still immersed within you, gliding back and forth, over and across them. Hunter matched your pace until you were practically limp, the clone retreating from your insides to wipe his fingers off on his thigh before he stood up to his full height.

You teetered, though you kept hold of that tiny tool that would allow you to pick at your cuffs; it was nothing larger than a hairpin. Hunter pressed his body against yours, overcome with the animal instinct to bury himself in your hair, smelling deeply of your natural fragrance before he released a low, predatory sound.

Then, he cut a piece off.

You gasped as he twirled his vibroknife, sliding it back inside its sheath. He had been so quick to do so; it boggled your mind. The commando gazed at you with heavy-lidded, brooding eyes before stowing the bit of hair into a pouch on his belt. “Just in case,” he smirked, knowing now that he would never be one to lose your trail should you escape.

You blinked, unsure of what had just occurred. The clone pushed his belt up and unhooked his crotch and skid plate; they fell to the ground with a clatter. You stared up at him, panting for breath as if you had just run a marathon. Hunter hovered close, the smell of you still on him, taking hold of your chin.

“Ready for me, little bird?” he asked.

You shook your head; Hunter kissed you, prying apart the magnetic fasteners of his body glove at the groin. His prick was swollen with his blood, thick and girthy, with pre-cum leaking from its head. You knew what it looked like from days previous, your eyes closing as your tongue joined in with his, tasting yourself as he pressed his cock against your eager sex.

You lifted one leg; Hunter hoisted it up, guiding it to wrap around his waist. Though you were bound, you pulled him closer by the crook of your knee, your other foot still flat on the ground.

“Come on, then,” you taunted, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip. Hunter gave you a dark, sensual look that sent shivers down your spine. He guided himself in—you were wet ten times over, ready, and willing to take every inch.

“You are a brat,” he remarked. You fit him like a glove, the clone commando groaning throatily as he sunk deep into the core of your being, your walls snug and warm, Hunter having to force himself not to release his seed too soon.

“Let’s see if I can make you sing, bird,” he spoke softly into your ear, twisting his fingers into your hair as he pulled you tightly to his body. You found yourself flush against his cuirass, never imagining yourself to be in this position, yet so drawn to him it was nearly inexplicable.

Hunter palmed the shape of your breast, tilting his hips forward; slowly his hand trailed down, locking onto the dip in your waist while the other kept hold of the back of your head. He used your own body as leverage; you met him in the middle every time, counter-thrusting when Hunter did, gliding smoothly over his cock with ease.

“But you’ve caged me,” you whispered, appealing to whatever goodness might be inside him. Even so, you were hungry for him, peppering kisses at the corner of his mouth, across his lips, seeking his tongue time and time again.

“You’ve done that to yourself,” Hunter replied, moving to squeeze your bare ass. You gave a chirrup in response, flexing your walls around him. Hunter groaned from the added pressure, slowing the roll of his hips lest he burst.

“What a funny way to look at things,” you hissed, taking the lead. Hunter concealed himself in the bend of your neck, the other hand joining his left, each now tightly groping one half of your shapely buttocks.

“I have my orders.”

You laughed a dry, vicious laugh. “What a good little soldier you are.”

Something snapped within him, the commando activating his powerful quads to drive his cock into you at a speed that was more pronounced. He snatched you around the throat, forcing you to look him in the eye, the other hand moving to pinch your clit between two fingers.

“I am what I am,” the clone growled as you gasped, his pinching turning toward a frictional rub, adding to the pleasurable prodding of your erogenous zone.

You felt the fire in your belly building up, slipping down, sending you toward climax as Hunter fucked you open, arms clinging, mouth wide as you gazed at the sky; the rain still fell, clouding your eyes.

You were nearing overstimulation; you rocked with him in a steady rhythm, disregarding everything but the feeling of him inside you. Then, Hunter lifted your shirt, your nipple sucked into his ardent mouth. You struggled to maintain your balance, kissing his ear, neck, nipping and biting, moaning his name. “Hunter.”

His left hand stayed between you both; his thumb running circles over your thrumming bud. You couldn’t hold back any longer—it was too much. You vocalized to the heavens, the entire jungle, coming for a third time, praising his name over and over like a mantra.

His voice purred into your ear, telling you how good you felt, bouncing you over his cock until you were begging him to stop. It was your pleading that drove him over the edge; you sang for him like the little bird you were.

Hunter thrust into you twice more, already aware that you were protected, coating your walls with his ejaculate as he groaned your name, his blunt teeth grazing your lip as he smashed his mouth onto yours, both of you once more joining tongues.

You timed it exactly right; you unlocked your binders as Hunter soared high, though you made no moves to dislodge them from your wrists. Instead, you stood there, letting the man rest his head, letting him lie against you, his chest rising and falling as he breathed in lungfuls of air.

Then, the commando’s comlink bleeped at him; someone on the other end wanted his attention—his superior, no doubt, or perhaps a colleague.

The clone pulled back to stare into your eyes. You held his gaze for as long as he stood transfixed. Something silent passed between you, Hunter gradually sliding out of your plush loins, wanting to stay there a moment longer, but knowing that you both were now at a crossroads, and him with a final decision to make.

“CT-9901, reporting.”

You did not bother to strain your ears as he walked away; Hunter tucked himself back into his blacks with his other hand. You watched quietly from your position against the pillar, finally slipping the first cuff from off your wrist.

You saw a pause in his step—had he heard you? If he had, the clone gave no outward sign, so you continued.

“I am aware, general,” you heard him say as you gathered the waistband of your tights and panties, shimmying them back up your waist and hips. With the clone’s back turned, you took a chance, bending down low to creep along the ground.

Hunter seemed distracted with his conversation. That, and the fact he had stooped down to scoop up his helmet, not seeming to notice you picking up first your own blaster, then his; they had long been discarded after your first altercation more than half an hour ago.

“This planet has a habit of washing away evidence,” Hunter said, his inflection denoting his annoyance, “this thing the locals call a mausim doesn’t seem to be letting up.”

As you stepped backward, you felt a small rock roll underfoot; it bounced lightly across the temple floor, clinking against a piece of Hunter’s discarded armor, the commando having taken the call without reattaching his crotch or skid plates.

Hunter had been pacing, though he jerked to a halt. He kept his back to you, not bothering to investigate. The clone had recognized from the get-go you would attempt to run from the moment he had placed his face between your legs. His heightened senses were keen enough to notice the slight movement of your fingers, though he had chosen to ignore it.

“Affirmative. Understood.”

You had inched farther away by the time he disconnected the comm, both blasters poised and at the ready, aimed at Hunter’s back. He placed his helmet back over his head, securing it in place, then spun around to face you.

“Are you going to shoot me?” he asked point-blank.

“Are you going to turn me in?” you returned, wondering if he had changed his mind.

“I won’t be going far without my codpiece,” he replied, walking back toward the pillar where he had left them on the ground. “The least I can do is give you a head start.”

You stared at him, unable to read his face through the bucket on his head, gazing into the black visor that hid his beautiful brown eyes; he began to clip the pieces back to his waist. You hesitated, not wanting to leave, but not wanting to stay—Hunter made sure to give you a bit more of a wake-up call.

“I’d get a move on; this won’t take long.”

You felt like crying, yelling, kicking, punching—but you wouldn’t let your feelings get in the way. Not now. Not when you had a second chance, however small. You still had the camera, the photos, the intel. You had your mission, and Hunter had his—you were star-crossed, doomed from the start.

“Isn’t there some other way?” you pleaded, voice cracking with emotion.

There was a lengthy pause.

“No.”

You nodded, taking one last, long look.

Finally, you departed, propelling yourself forward through the wind and rain, determined to lose him if that was what must be done. You would scent yourself with the blooms of the Asuka tree, cake yourself in mud—anything to throw him off your trail.

Hunter sighed and watched after you. What a waste it would be to throw you in a cell, though it was, after all, his duty.

His voice did not reach you as you vanished into bramble and vine—“Beat wing, little bird,” he whispered.

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sagittariuswritings · 3 months ago

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Darling

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Prompt: Mostly fluff, a teensy sprinkle of angst. No use of Y/n

Warnings: typical canon violence, smooching, slightly awkward situation

a/n: i just started the bad batch a few weeks ago and while i haven't finished season 3 yet, i have unfortunately recently became a victim to plan 99. needless to say, i took that personally, considering i haven't written something in years. tech took a minute to grow on me, but when i fell for him i fell harder than he did (i'm so sorry i'm trying to cope ok i'm still recovering) - i'll stop rambling now, but basically this probably sucks as i'm super rusty so i do apologize! look at this as a way of me getting back on my feet and potentially dipping my toes into writing more wooo! (btw this fic was supposed to be a flashback in a different fic i was writing. i ended up liking this as a standalone and trashing the other one) *not proof read!*

"I've always wanted to visit Alderaan. I would've preferred to see it with its endless blue sky and warm sun, though, not during the rainiest time of the year." You frowned a little, stepping out of the Maurauder with Omega, Tech, and Echo while Hunter & Wrecker stayed on the ship.

"Y'know, as much as it rained on Kamino, I still love it!" Omega chirped, smiling up at the sky and allowing the water to fall onto her face.

That was enough to make you smile. You made your way over to her and pulled up the hood of her cloak so far up that it covered her face. "Hey!" She griped, reaching up to move the hood to rest atop her head. You smirked, a small chuckle passing your lips as she lightly bumped a closed fist into your side.

"You'll catch a cold if you're not careful with your admiraiton for the rain." You commented, your left hand coming to land softly on her shoulder.

"You'll catch my wrath!" She giggled, raising her fists in a fighting manner.

"Ooooh I'm so scared" You teased, hands over your heart in false fear.

Tech had his nose in his datapad as per usual, but he kept at least one eye the two of you as the banter continued.

"You should be!" She went to tackle you (All 60 some-odd pounds of her), when Echo held her back by her wrist.

"Alright, that's enough, children." He shook his head, a small smile on his lips. Not that he minded the sibling-like banter, he was just more focused on the mission.

"Right... We're stealing fancy clothing from a corrupt businessman?" You recalled, pulling the hood of your well-worn cloak up onto your head.

"That is one way to put it, yes. Cid has instructed us to steal a singular container filled to the brim with items of clothing that someone on her endless list of clientele is paying good credits to get their hands on. Or paws, whichever species this client is, I am unsure." Tech had put his datapad away now, attention on the three in front of him.

"Didn't exactly see myself visiting Alderaan for the first time for illegal purposes... Hopefully its as easy as she made it sound." You sighed, pulling your scarf up to serve as a mask to cover below your eyes. You'd rather not be caught stealing with your face on display. Ideally, you'd like to return here in the future simply on a mission to enjoy the planet.

"When is it ever as easy as she makes it sound?" Tech returned your sigh with a sigh of his own, his eyes meeting yours.

"Fair point. Let's get this over with."

The trek to the village was a rather long one.

A quiet cuss slipped past your lips as the rain soaked through your old cloak, making its way to your clothes - which were quickly becoming damp, and likely soon to be drenched considering the rain wasn't letting up any time soon.

You hadn't noticed Tech glance back at you until his pace slowed to meet yours, Echo and Omega now leading the group. "It appears that your old reliable cloak isn't quite as reliable as you've claimed it to be." Behind his goggles, his eyes searched for yours, which were trained on the path until he spoke up.

"Well, did I mention I picked it up on Tatooine?"

"A planet that never rains?"

"That's the one."

"That was hardly a wise choice, considering the terrible business-folk scattered all over that planet. Not to mention the fact that they were selling you a cloak that I presume was labeled as rain resistant?"

"It wasn't for sale." You bumped shoulders with him. With your scarf pulled over your mouth, he was unable to see the small mischievous smile forming on your lips, but your eyes told the same story of mischief.

His steps stuttered for half a second as he processed your words. "Allow me to get this straight - you stole a cloak off of a desert planet and assumed it could protect you against all weather?"

"I never claimed it was the wisest decision I've ever made." You shrugged, fingers pulling the cloak as close to you as possible.

"It wasn't an entirely horrible decision if you were planning to use it for certain desert purposes, such as easing the rays of the sun or breaking the harshness of the wind. The horrible decision was keeping the cloak and using it for rain." He stated, poking the sopping material covering your body.

"I'm well aware of this, thank you, Tech." You mumbled, sounding a bit defeated as you returned your gaze to the path ahead.

Tech decided against speaking on his thoughts. Instead, he chose to let his actions speak for him later.

The mission was going well thus far. The four of you were in a storage room connected to the clothing store. Unfortunately for all of you, Cid's client had a list of everything that was supposed to be in the container. Omega and Echo were sorting through the clothing while Tech was checking off each item on his datapad. You were standing guard by the door that connected to the store, just in case the storeowner entered the room. Your cloak was discarded in a corner of the room, not planning on putting that thing back on.

"Everything alright? Do I need to fly overhead for a quick escape?" Hunter's voice sounded over the comms, probably wondering why no one's checked in for a while.

"Quite alright, Hunter, it's taking a hair longer than previously anticipated to make sure all the contents are in this container." Tech responded.

A moment or so goes by when you hear Omega gasp. You turned in their direction, and Echo was blocking your view. "We're ready to go." He said, something off in his voice. You squinted your eyes up at him before nudging him out of your original line of sight.

"You good?" You asked Omega, who was making her way over to you.

"Yep! I uh- almost got my finger stuck in the container, is all."

Hardly believable, so you shift your gaze to Tech, who had his nose buried in his datapad for a moment before he looked up at you. "All set."

Beyond confused but ready to return to your warm blankets on the Maurauder, you pushed your suspicions to the back of your mind and shrugged, heading towards the exit when the door you had just walked away from slid open, revealing the unsuspecting storeowner, a rather high-class looking woman behind him.

"Shit." All of you, including Omega, cursed.

"What the blazes is going on here?!" The storeowner roared, blaster raised, to which you raised your blaster in his direction.

The woman behind the man turned around and ran out of the store, more than likely to find local authorities, or even more likely, her personal bodyguards.

The storeowner wasted no time shooting a blaster bolt in you direction, which you narrowly dodged, but not narrowly enough. The smell of something burning quickly reached your nostrils and the slight burn in your right shoulder following made you groan. Tech noticed this immediately and wasted no time sending a stun bolt into the man's chest, sending him backwards and onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Hunter, we may need that pick-me-up." Echo tapped into his comm as the four of you slipped out the back door, the container of clothes in his arms. Omega followed Echo, and you followed Omega, Tech bringing up the rear. Your brain barely had time to register the faint presence of his hand on your lower back before blaster fire erupted on your right. Both you and Tech put yourselves in front of Omega & Echo, Tech close at your side you as you each sent stun bolts in the direction of the blaster fire.

"Sooner better than later, Hunter!" Echo griped, trying not to drop the container as you all continued forward, finding cover in the trees. You'd expected a snippy response from the sergeant over the comms; instead the response was the sound of the Maurauder flying overhead, cables quickly dropping down to where the four of you were.

"What happened to quick and easy stealth mission?" Hunter grumbled over the comms, holding the ship steady as Echo hooked the cable to the container.

Rolling your eyes, you focused your blaster fire, trying to cover Omega as she made her way to the cables. She ended up slipping in the mud, letting out a squeak as she did so. Concern and adrenaline rushed through you. You threw a glance at Tech, silently asking him to cover you as you ran to Omega's side, picking her up and handing her to Echo on top of the container. "Go!" You shouted at them, returning some more blaster fire.

The cable pulled the container with Echo & Omega atop up to the ship, to safety, as you turned on your heel to aid Tech in your escape, but you hadn't noticed that Tech made it to the second cable until you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull your body close to his. He immediately recognized he had startled you. "Apologies, but we must hurry. Hang on." His hold on your waist tightened as the cable pulled the both of you to safety, your back pressed into his broad chest and both your hands holding onto his arm around your middle for dear life. Similar to Wrecker, you weren't too entirely keen on heights.

When you finally reached the ramp of the Maurauder, you and Tech separated, but only slightly. As you both rushed inside, his hand had remained on your lower back yet again, making sure you made it inside safely.

"Hang onto something." Hunter shouted, and the ship jerked seconds after. You would have fallen over if Tech hadn't grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the seats. Once secure, you relaxed just a hair. You almost wondered how you were able to keep calm as Hunter was moving the ship around so frantically, when you realized your hand was tightly gripping Tech's. You almost let go, but his eyes were already gazing into yours. "I've got you."

Once the ship finally entered hyperspace, you felt like you could breathe a little better, your hand going limp in Tech's hand and head lowering a little in exhaustion. "Let us have a look at your shoulder." He waisted no time making sure you were okay, already on his feet in front of you, slowly allowing your hand to drop so that you could release the safety bar.

Grumbling something under your breath, you reluctantly stood. "It's quite literally just a scratch, Tech... We don't need to waste supplies on something so small."

"Would you like for it to become infected and turn into something far worse than its current state?" Tech quickly replied. He hadn't removed his helmet yet, but you didn't need to see his face to know that his face was in a pinch

Holding his gaze for a moment, you debated on what to say, but you were too tired to argue. Wordlessly, you turned, making your way ahead of him to the bunks. You took a seat on the edge of one of the bottom bunks, looking up at him expectantly. "What do you need from me, Doc?" You teased, folding your arms over your chest.

Tech removed his helmet, gently setting it beside you before focusing his eyes on your shoulder. He removed his battle-worn gloves, trying to be as sterile as possible. Gently, he moved some fabric of your top around, trying to get a better look at the wound. A sigh passed his lips. Sure, the blaster bolt hadn't made a significant impact, but for just a graze, it wasn't pretty. "This is not simply a scratch, Cyar'ika."

His choice of words caused your heart to stutter, and you felt like a handful of butterflies stirred in your stomach, even if you didn't understand what it meant. You were suddenly aware of every slight touch of his, feeling like your skin was on fire from such a small touch on your shoulder.

As he stood straight, Tech hesitantly spoke up. "I need you to remove your top."

You blankly stared at him, still adjusting to his nickname for you only a moment ago. Taking a moment to gather your senses, you muttered "At least take me to dinner first." Your hands dropped to the hem of your shirt, beginning to remove your shirt when you felt Tech's hands cover your own, a hint of... was that concern in his eyes? You couldn't tell.

"While I hardly see how me taking you out to dinner has any impact on mending to your injury, I-"

"Oh my stars, Tech-" You let out a laugh, gently taking his hands into your own for a moment. "I was joking... We... Can discuss dinner another time." Giving him a warm smile, you released his hands, returning to the task of removing your shirt. You discarded your shirt onto the floor, doing your best to relax as you sat in front of Tech, now only wearing a bra from the waist up.

Unsurprisingly, Tech was a complete and utter gentleman. He only took half a second to regain composure before he returned to the task at hand: Your shoulder.

As his fingers began working at dressing your wound, he could almost sense the tension beneath your skin since you removed your top. "Do try and relax," His voice was just as soft as the occasional dance of his fingers along your skin. "I've got you."

You could've melted in that very moment, but if you had, Tech would've more than likely scolded you for not holding still. Admittedly, you wanted nothing more than for his touch to never leave your skin.

"What does that word mean? Cyar'ika?"

Silence and stillness met your question, causing you to look up at Tech. Not often was he silent when asked a question, normally he'd flow into a long, more often than not, complicated, answer. It only took a few seconds before he cleared his throat and spoke up, but it was noticable to you.

"Cyar'ika originates from the Mandalorian language, Mando'a. It translates to terms of endearment," The lighting on the Maurauder was horrible, but you could make out the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks as he continued. "such as darling or sweetheart." He finished laying the bacta over your wound, almost hesitant to meet your gaze.

All you could hear was the distant hum of the Maurauder in hyperspace and the relatively fast beat of your heart against your chest.

"I... got you something."

"What?" You blinked. When the kriff did he have time to get you something recently?

As Tech stepped away, you leaned down to grab your previously discarded shirt, pulling it over your head. He removed his pack from his back and set it on the floor to rummage through it. At the top of the pack was a green cloak, which he tugged out. He took a seat beside you on your right, the material resting in his hands. "I would not recommend wearing it around Ord Mantell any time soon, you may run into a very unhappy client of Cid's."

Before your fingers reached the cloak, you froze, trying to read his face. "What do you mean? Wha-" Realization dawned on you. That's why Omega was acting so odd and why Echo had not so subtly tried to block your view of Tech earlier. "You did not!"

"Steal from a client of Cid's and completely erase it off of the list of items that the client requested?" He looked proud of himself. "I did."

"You-" Your hands covered your mouth as you stifled a laugh. "I cannot believe you did that!"

"Well it seemed reasonable, considering how horrible the promised payment was, and I simply could not allow you to keep wearing that awful cloak from Tatooine." All he did was shrug before he lifted it a bit, giving you a better look at it. It had more material to cover the chest than your previous one had, which would give much better guarantee of not getting drenched in the rain. "I scanned the material of each item in that container, and this one seemed the best fit for what you need. May I?" He ebbed it towards you, hinting to helping you adorn it.

You nodded, a smile seeming to take permanent residence on your lips for the time being. He lifted it above your head before lowering it onto your shoulders, the hood resting weightlessly atop your head. Tech quietly reached into your space, adjusting your hair as needed, seemingly knowing that the cloak had trapped your hair uncomfortably beneath its material. Finally, he adjusted a few stray hairs along your face by tucking them behind your ears, and leaned back a little, admiring his work and allowing his hands to settle on his thighs.

"The material is Gabal wool. Gabals are a furry creature native to and often discovered on Rhinnal, particularly the Zirfan Glacier. According to my research, Rhinnal is quite an extraordinary planet. Located in the Darpa sector of the core worlds, there seemed to be incredible medicinal breakthroughs- Are you alright?"

Busted. You couldn't help but adore him more than ever in this very moment. The break of his tangent brought you back to reality, blinking a few times before responding. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you stop. I just-" Words were difficult right now as you practically choked down the feelings that were bubbling to the surface. "I appreciate you." Horrible choice of words. Obviously you loved the entire crew, including Tech, and you were pretty certain he was aware of this, but saying it directly to his face while you were juggling the feelings in your heart just didn't seem possible. "I love it when you explain things in great detail." That wasn't a lie, you definitely enjoyed listening to him talk.

"You do?" His voice was quieter now.

Nodding and your heart quickening, you spoke up once more. "What was that Mando'a word? Cyar'ika?" It was his turn to nod. "Can I call you that?"

Tech actually looked confused for a brief moment before speaking. "Of course... It's a term of endearment." He reminded you, that faint pink hitting his cheeks once again.

"I know. Thank you... Cyar'ika."

A number of heartbeats passed before his right hand found your left that was resting quietly on your thigh, lacing his fingers through your own. With his left hand, cupped your cheek. His honeyed eyes searched yours for consent, and you gave the faintest of nods before he leaned in to press his forehead against your own, dropping his gaze to take a moment to reminisce in your touch.

Like the waves on Kamino, Tech's lips crashed into your own. While you had been expecting it, it still caught you a little off guard. His left hand trailed from your cheek to the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek, as your right hand traveled from his wrist to land on his chestpiece.

Too soon, he broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, matching your own. Your foreheads remained against each other, and when he went to sit up, you grabbed the upper edge of his chest piece and pulled him forward, accidentally bumping noses together as it was your turn to kiss him first. This urged a small gasp to escape him, not expecting the sudden contact. A small smile crossed your lips as you noticed his surprise, your right hand moving upward to the side of his neck as your lips parted, his own lips following in suit shortly.

You leaned into him, and his right hand released your left, and found your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, which earned a small noise of pleasure to escape you. Your left hand dragged up his arm from his hand, and landed on his shoulder, which you used to help pull yourself into his lap. He helped, of course, the hand on your thigh making its way to your hip for a moment.

Tech's left hand made its way to the base of your skull, finding your hair, which only encouraged another noise of pleasure from you. You felt his lips shift into a smirk before breaking the kiss, his eyes meeting yours immediately. "Do not allow me to forget to note your sensitive areas."

That earned him a smack on the chest, and a laugh from you. "You're a smug little shit. I know you, you wouldn't forget the galaxy's most difficult mathematical equation."

He returned your laugh with a soft chuckle, and reached up to cup your cheek again with his left hand. "You cannot imagine how long I have wanted to do that."

You leaned in for another kiss when knock at the door interrupted the two of you, both of your bodies tensing for a moment.

"A ridiculously long time. It's about time. Come on, you two, we need you out here." Hunter. Of course it was Hunter. Hunter and his stupid heightened senses.

#tbb tech x fem reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x f!reader #tech x reader #tech #tbb tech #tbb #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars

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mae-lou-ron · 4 months ago

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::steps up to @gargothnightzine altar::

Am I doing this right? I can’t draw for kriff, so I’m writing something. Humbly presenting an excerpt from my first stab at a ✨GAR Goth Night✨ fic!

Mae Ramble™: I love the goth subculture. it's steeped in so much history- which I could go on and on about how it has evolved over the decades... but I won't. I'll stick to the art and aesthetic. The Crow is an incredible addition to this vast genre, and one of my favorites. For this fic, I'm specifically referencing the graphic novel by J. O’Barr, and the 1994 movie starring Brandon Lee. I wanted to make a little Star Wars play on that for some 'original' content in this story.

warnings: clone x f!reader fic; reader has long nails; this "excerpt" is like 1,000+ words, mentions of grief and loss, flirting, story will have eventual fluff and smut. This is painfully a WIP. Also, I glossed over a lot of the darker stuff in 'The Crow', so if you are interested in checking it out, please consume at your own risk. I recommend reviewing the content for any triggers. It's a beautiful story with beautiful art, but it's full of 'em.

(working) summary: The irony isn't lost on you — being the only actual goth-adjacent one in your friend group. Yet, they coaxed you out of your apartment to a goth-themed night at a bar. A bar for the clones of the GAR, of all places. At least you brought a book to read as you waited for your friends to show up…what you didn’t expect was to pique a certain clone captain’s interest in the process.

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A knowing smirk told you he'd caught you staring.

The teal patches on the clone's leather jacket caught your eye from a couple seats down the bar. Quickly, you glanced back down at your novel, still feeling his gaze on you. When you looked up again, however, he had vanished. As you scanned the bar for those distinctive flashes of teal, a warm rumbling voice sounded at your side.

"What are you reading?" The voice was soft yet distinct from other clones you'd spoken to before — a smooth, gruff curiosity that caught your attention.

It was him.

Molten amber eyes found yours, the neon lighting of 79's gleaming off his perfectly imperfect swept back hair. Teal accents standing out boldly against the black leather had your eyes wandering over him with intrigue. There was something disarmingly sweet in the way he tilted his head towards the empty barstool next to you, silently seeking permission to join. His entire demeanor radiated a quiet confidence that put you at ease, despite the pulsing music and crowded atmosphere. There was something intriguing about a man who would approach someone reading alone at a bar, especially on a night like this. Eyes drifting between your face and the book in your hands suggested true curiosity rather than some pickup attempt.

"Uh..." Caught a little off guard, you weren't opposed to people approaching you necessarily, and while being the girl at the bar with a book had its advantages, your friends were proving to be late— yet again. There was no point in being rude when he seemed sincerely interested, so you patted the stool next to you and closed the book, keeping your thumb between the glossy pages to show him the cover art.

"It's 'The Keerdak,'" you replied eventually, turning the worn binding so he could see the other side — a dark figure outlined against Coruscant's neon-lit skyline. "It's a revenge story, about a Mandalorian warrior who returns from death to avenge his lost love. Set in the lower levels of Coruscant, actually. Pretty melodramatic stuff," you added with a slight smirk, curious to see his reaction to your choice of reading material.

"Sounds pretty romantic for the Mandalorians I've met... may I?" He looked hopeful, glancing down at the text with an open hand before his eyes landed on your face once again. A soft smile formed at his assessment, handing the book to him so he could appreciate it more closely.

"What?" he asked, his quiet confidence faltering at your smile for a fleeting moment as he took the text from you.

"It's just most people don't consider this romance... it's so dark."

"I wasn't aware they were mutually exclusive..." a dark eyebrow arched up at you playfully, "...and we're here at a goth night at a bar, aren't we?"

"True, though I would hardly call 79's romantic..." you laughed softly.

"Okay, fair..." His smirk was charming as his eyes scanned over the stark black and white illustrations depicting the shadowy figure clad in all black beskar'gam moving through neon-lit streets, the dramatic panel layouts emphasizing the noir atmosphere. A flying beast with its wings spread in the moonlight circled the warrior. A silent guardian.

"Oh—" you said, tapping a perfectly manicured stiletto nail onto the figure. "That's the keerdak... she's like a warden in the world between worlds. They're connected by some kind of bond that tethers the Mando here even in death. At least until the warrior can exact his vengeance, of course..."

The clone's eyes widened slightly at the intricate artwork, fingers hovering over a particularly striking splash page showing the protagonist perched atop a skyscraper, his black cloak billowing in the wind. "Wow..." a genuine sigh of intrigue caught you off guard. "I've never seen anything like this before..."

Fascination was written across his features, and it wasn't the typical polite interest you got from most people when they saw what you were reading — this was different, almost childlike in its wonder. Something about his earnest reaction made you want to share more.

"My favorite is the helmet..." You leaned closer to him as the song changed into something with deeper bass— a little of his cologne floating over to you as you did so. It smelled of bourbon and burning wood... deep and rich and making you want more. "There's a scene where he paints it..." you murmured close to his ear, noticing how the warmth in his cheeks spread to his neck at your proximity as you flipped to the respective page.

"Like a death's head..." he mused, tracing the illustration with his fingertip, the white paint standing out against his black armor, a floating omen of death in the darkness. The symbolism clearly not lost on him — a warrior marked by loss— his grief and his armor indistinguishable from one another. The clone's eyes lingered on the stark contrast of black and white, seeming to understand the beauty in such a clash of opposing forces.

"So... what made you want to experience a 'Goth' night?" You asked him, curious but clearly not disappointed. He chuckled with a sigh. "My men dragged me out, but it looks like my second has already fallen in love with someone..." he thumbed over his shoulder. "They’re good men, they deserve a little fun..."

Following the gesture, you spotted a clone dancing enthusiastically with a Twi'lek woman, both of them completely lost in the music and each other. Something about watching these soldiers find moments of peace warmed your heart. Turning back to your companion, you found his gaze already fixed on you, warm and intent. He returned the book, his fingers ghosting against yours in a touch that felt both accidental and deliberate.

My men.

Not being in his armor kit meant you couldn’t easily tell this clone’s rank. It wasn’t something that mattered to you in the least, but upon closer inspection of his handsome and weathered face, you realized this wasn’t some shiny cadet whose attention you caught. His honeyed eyes held a hardness that spoke of battles fought and experience earned, set deep in a face mapped with a light scar that splashed across his left cheek. The roughness of his jawline and the slight creases in his forehead and eyebrows hinted at countless hours spent in the unforgiving glare of distant suns, commanding troops across war-torn worlds.

The clone beside you had caught you staring once again. Heat pricked your cheeks when he turned his body fully to face you, extending his arm.

"I'm Howzer..."

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Honestly, I wouldn't last 5 minutes at an event like this IRL before I got overstimmed, but if I did, this would be me. I’m 100% that chick who brings a book and headphones to a bar…and has massive rbf looks kriffing hot while doing so.

Thank you @ghostymarni for sharing this incredible idea with us, and for all the artists and writers adding their own take on gar goth nite. @lonewolflupe & @gargothnightzine thank you for organizing a place to keep track of all the amazing contributions. I love seeing all the new lore being added by everyone! It's a fresh shake up as we sprint to spring.

GAR Goth Nite frequent flyers who might enjoy?: @eobe @eclec-tech @skellymom @returnofthepineapple @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @wings-and-beskargam

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meshla-cyarika · 9 months ago

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My Love, My Life

Pairing: Tech x Jedi!reader

Word count: 1,063

Tags/warnings: angst, grief/mourning, there's alot of signs of autism shown in Tech in this fic but less obvious ones.

Summary: After finding your name in the Imperial obituary, Tech doesn't know how to move on.

A/N: How many aura points do I lose for crying while I wrote this even though it's not that good? I was originally going to have a part two of the reader's perspective where it's reveal that oh my god you're actually alive, but I dont know whether to do that now purely because of how deeply Tech is shown to be grieving and I kinda don't want to take that away from him. Yk what I mean? But if people say they want a part 2 who am I to deny them? Also, yes, the title is based off of that one ABBA song cuz I was listening to it while I wrote this.

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The Marauder was tingling with tension. The genocide of the Jedi, the betrayal of the Empire, the loss of Crosshair and the gain of Omega all happened over the course of twenty-four hours. Everyone had their own reasons to be on edge.

Tech's mind had been on autopilot for days. As soon as he saw what Master Billaba's men did to her and how quickly Crosshair became bloodthirsty for all Jedi, time seemed to stop. He had frantically typed on his datapad to try and find an explanation for such a brutal attack. When Tech saw that it was a full fledged genocide, he swore his heart stopped beating for a second. The only thing that kept him from having a panic attack was his advanced biology.

When they got to the Marauder and fled Kamino, Tech was instantly searching the Imperial database for the list of the dead. He never thought he'd have to check an obituary to find your name, but there you were. Jedi Knight. Executed on Lothal. The reference image they used for you was haunting. To see you stood there, just so alive, with the word executed next to you was enough to make bile stir in his stomach.

It didn't feel real. Tech looked at your information in the obituary again and again and again, but his mind just couldn't process the information. He felt like the only way he could believe you were dead is if he saw your body laying before him and he could never bring himself to do that.

Everyone noticed the difference in their brother. Even Omega, who hadn't even been with them that long, noticed his irregular behaviour. His brothers were puzzled by his reaction to their new living situation. Out of all of them, Tech should be the least likely to get emotional over this. Then again, change has alway been a problem with Tech. It always takes longer for him to process things like this.

They began working for a trandoshan called Cid to do some seedy work. It was obvious why Hunter made them work for her, obvious to Tech anyway. It was because being sent out on missions that have various conditions is all they ever knew. The concept of settling down on a planet and ignoring the war raging on outside is foreign to them.

It's been ten months, three weeks and five days, since your death. Tech's behaviour hasn't changed and his siblings have assumed it's all because of Crosshair up until this point. Tech had been understanding with Crosshair on Kamino and held only mild hatred for his decision.

No. This is something else entirely.

Hunter's heart aches at seeing his brother's despair and having no idea what's making him feeling this way. Tech being Tech, will never say.

He finally snapped when one of Cid's workers, Phee, persistently kept making moves on him. Tech couldn't help the pure emotion radiating off of him in waves, as he shouted and yelled at the woman. It should be you laughing at his sarcasm, it should be you calling him pet names, it should be you with him. He just wants you and that's the one thing he can't possibly have and it hurts, it makes it feel like his heart has been ripped straight out of chest.

Tech stormed off to the Marauder which was a mistake, because everything in there reminds him of you. Your first kiss on his bunk, your late night conversations in the cockpit, your shared experiments at his desk.

He wants to scream and yell at how unfair everything is. Out of everyone in the galaxy, why you? Why did death have to take you? His perfect cyar'ika who could do no wrong and managed to cling to the little faith you had left through the most devastating battles.

Grief is something Tech has experienced only a handful of times. The feelings still feel new and uncertain and that unnerves him. Tech's emotions are usually filed away in organised compartments that only he understands. Now, everything is overflowing and overlapping. Everything is too much.

It's like a bad dream. He doesn't want to be here anymore. He wants the comfort of a familiar routine, back when his biggest concern was what days him and his cyar'ika would be on shore leave at the same time.

Tech sinks down into the far corner of the bunk room, ripping off his goggles and letting them clatter agaisnt the durasteel floor. He draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around his shins, before leaning his forehead agaisnt his kneecaps.

The last time he found himself in this position was back when he was a cadet. As much as he tried to ignore it, the regs had gotten to him. 99 had found him curled up in the corner of an embryo lab. He had said nothing at first, just sank down next to him and let him know that he was there if he needed him. Tech found himself wondering for years why he couldn't have been like everyone else, why the Kaminoans made his mind work this way. Tech would give anything to be "normal". He never asked for any of this.

A set of footsteps stomp their way up the ramp and Tech doesn't bother looking up. He's prepared for the demanding yells, the overbearing questions and the looks of outrage on his brothers' faces. What he isn't prepared for is someone sliding down the wall next to him. Tech almost flinches at the feeling of someone placing a hand on his back and tenses all the muscles in his body instantly. Eventually, his body goes back to being lax and a shaky sigh leaves Tech's lips, as he leans into his brother's side.

Tech doesn't want to talk about you to his brothers. If he talks about it, then it's real. Your body is rotting on Lothal and he'll never see you again. He can't face the reality of it. It's too real. He can't do it.

The hand on his back rubs soothing circles into his spine. I'm here, if you need me.

Someday, he will tell the tale of his beautiful cyar'ika and you'll become an honoured part of their mismatched family, even though they had never met you. You will forever live on in his heart.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 year ago

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Ok, this is so fun! Congrats again!

I'll pick...Hunter (shocked, I'm sure.)

How about: "I don't think I've ever seen you smile" and "Oh, don't be cute"/"Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

Thanks!!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

Thank you @clonethirstingisreal - I hope you love this Carol, it actually brought a smile to my face as I was writing it.

Enjoy, love oo.

One Meal

Warnings: knife flipping, allusions to loss, slight angst, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Hunter flicked his knife back and forth in between his fingers, as he contemplated the next mission. Things were … different, since you joined. Not good or bad … just different. It been about six months, and yes, the Marauder was cleaner and didn’t have that lingering smell anymore, and yes, the meals had gotten better too, because you refused to just eat the ration bars the GAR provided. And … okay, it was nice to see your smiling face in the morning, compared to the miserable faces of his brothers.

Yet, he still felt awkward around you. He wanted to laugh with you, like you could so easily with Wrecker, to have deep discussion, like you could with Tech, even philosophical discussions like you did with Echo. Hell, he’d be happy if he could just do target practice with you, like you did with Crosshair, but … every time he opened his mouth, he was curt, short tempered, and on edge.

It wasn’t even your fault, it was just him.

He stood from his seat, heading down the ramp and taking in a breath of fresh air. You were cooking dinner, doing your best to teach Wrecker that just because salt tasted good, didn’t mean he had to put in a whole table spoon full.

It made him laugh a little as you tried to explain in your most patient voice possible, that you’d fix the dinner and Wrecker could go help Tech or Crosshair with something else. It was your polite way of saying ‘go away.’

Hunter tried but he couldn’t stop the smile on his lips, as he walked over to you.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile" you pointed out as he walked up to you. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Oh, I just saw how you were very tactful with Wrecker. It was funny.”

You shrugged trying to fight back your own laughter as you tried to fix the stew, by adding more water, “He tried. I’m grateful he’s willing to learn.”

“Need help? I’m not completely inept when it comes to cooking.”

You looked a little surprised when he asked, not that his offering to help was a real shock, it was the fact you realized this was the first time you two had a proper conversation. “Um … yeah, if you don’t mind using your handy dandy knife there, that you like flipping around so much, to cut up some of these veggies so I can add them, that’d be great.”

Hunter chuckled at your description, as he nodded, taking a seat and getting to work, “Where did you learn to cook?” He asked, hoping to get to know you a little better.

“My mom and grandmother. They were adamant that I learn how to feed an army if I ever needed to …” you chuckled, “I had a big family, back home. Usually there would be around twenty of us for dinner.”

“Twenty? Did you have a lot of siblings?”

“No. It was just me. But I had uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, neighbours, anyone and everyone who needed a meal could always come to our place for dinner. We never turned away anyone in need of a good meal.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It was …” a sadness passed your face, as you thought back to what had once been your home, until the Separatist droid army showed up, and destroyed everything you had held so dear.

Hunter saw your smile slip, it pained him to see that you had been through so much, although he hadn’t heard about it directly from you, he did overhear what had happened when you were talking with Tech. “Well we appreciate all your efforts, especially when you’re trying to teach us neanderthals how to cook.”

You giggled a little, pushing away the sad thoughts that had encapsulated your mind for a split second, “You’re not neanderthals.”

“We’re not exactly proper either. Couldn’t say, we’re exactly suited for a posh dinner.”

You shook your head as you laughed, “You don’t need to be suited for a posh dinner, you just need to show up to eat.” You smiled as you turned to look at him, smirking as you saw how perfectly he cut each vegetable.

You walked over and grabbed the tray of veggies, and dropped them into the stew, “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure”

“Why do you take care of us? I mean granted the Marauder smells a lot better, and the meals you cook are much better than the GAR rations, but … why do you do it?”

You stirred the stew as you contemplated the question, “I guess … because you feel like family to me.” You turned to look at him, truthfully, he was the only one that you didn’t think of as family, you wanted something more with him, something special, but seeing as this was the first time you two actually talked, it might be a bit far-fetched to imagine that could possibly happen. “And, I love seeing how my food makes you guys happy. Wrecker, has the biggest smile on his face, whenever he eats when I cook. Tech has this adorable blush, although he’ll never admit how much he enjoys my cooking. And Crosshair … well he always comes back for seconds; and frankly, between you and me, he needs to eat more. He’s too skinny. I could break off his collarbone if I needed.”

“I enjoy it too,” Hunter clarified as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I might not say it, but I always look forward to your cooking.” He blushed and turned his head away, not wanting you to see how much of an effect you had on him, and not just because of your cooking.

You laughed at his reaction, "Oh, don't be cute” you teased, “I might have to walk over there and pinch your cheeks.”

Hunter started to laugh, when he realized what you said, “Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

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stardust-kenobi · 1 year ago

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Nerves

Crosshair x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, soft and slightly ooc Crosshair (not much though, I think he really is a softy)

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You'd been helping Crosshair work on his aim after his traumatic experience being held captive by the Empire. After not much progress, you get into a heated discussion when he tries to give up, which turns even more heated after he admits his feelings for you.

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“Try it again” You paced behind his stoic stance, doing your best to encourage him without showing any sign of your very present empathy. The slow-setting Pabu sun would still provide you both with another hour of visibility. The amber glow warmed your skin, which was a welcomed change of environment from being cramped on the ship for days on end.

“Why?” Crosshair growled, fueled by the burning rage built up by his defeat. The tremble in his fingertips broke your heart, but you could see that he’d made progress from the exercises. It was slow, sure, but there were definitely improvements. T

“Because I said so. You won’t make any progress if you don’t keep trying” You emphasized, doing your best not to express your impatience with his pessimism.

“It’s useless, Y/N” He lowered his blaster from his shaking hand and let it fall from his grasp before lowering himself to sit on the rock beneath him. You sighed, but this time your breath didn’t hold any frustration, only disappointment in his self-defeat. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d been through, and you still didn’t know the extent of the torture he’d endured. Months had passed since he and Omega escaped. Omega had worked with him a few times, mostly with meditation, but you were better skilled with blasters and aim.

Crosshair held his head low, focusing his vision on the sand beneath his sore feet. You joined him without another word, sitting next to him on the rocks that scattered the shore. There were no words to comfort him in this moment, so you opted out of a conversation this time. The breeze from the ocean enveloped your frame, almost as if pushing you closer to Crosshair.

The seconds passed. Then minutes. All the while you soaked in each other’s company, for good or for bad. He was growing annoyed with you lately, despite being one of his closest friends, all because you were insistent upon helping to heal his trauma from his captivity with the Empire.

As the moments passed, Crosshair never tried to leave his spot next to you. He didn’t push you away this time. This, you decided, was an achievement.

The half-hidden sun drifted slowly below the horizon, replaced then by a casting a blue-toned light from the rising moon. It was peaceful, sitting together, communicating without saying a word.

“I’ll probably head back soon. We’ll try again tomorrow” You spoke gently when breaking the silence.

“I’m done” Crosshair spoke softly, his tone was firm and assured.

“Cross-” You sighed.

“I said I’m done” He reiterated, interrupting your plea.

“You’re just going to give up?” You scoffed.

“Seems so” He shrugged.

You crossed your arms to your chest and stood in front of him now, staring at him in disappointment.

“You can stand there all night if you’d like. I’m not changing my mind” He muttered, finally looking up to meet your gaze.

You pondered your next breath, but ultimately fell short on your words. With a subtle nod in his direction, you began walking away from your peaceful corner on the beach.

“I’m sorry for what they did to you, Crosshair. But you can’t punish yourself forever” You spoke calmly as the distance between you grew.

“What did you say?” He sneered, turning his body toward you, still sitting on the rock.

You froze in your tracks. You’d struck a nerve. Good.

“You heard me”

He slowly stood up and turned to you, “You think it’s my fault that I’m not improving?”

“You are improving, Crosshair. But, you’re giving up too easily”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I care about you, Crosshair. Believe it or not, I do. I know you’re not used to that but…you’re going to have to get used to it because I’m not going anywhere. And I’m not giving up on you”

His eyes grew subtly sorrowful as he stared into you, absorbing your words slowly. His head drifted from your gaze over to the open water that was now glistening in the moonlight.

“It's..my nerves” He said shamefully.

“Okay…” You tried to understand what he meant. Maybe you’d been pushing him too hard “Would it help if we took a break for a few d-”

“You. You make me…nervous” He admitted with a loud sigh trailing the end of his words like he had to force himself to say it.

As you pondered what he’d just said, your heart fluttered with unexpected excitement.

“What? How do I make you nervous?” You breathed out with what was almost a chuckle.

“Forget it” he scoffed, picking up his blaster and turning back toward the island, passing you in the process. You grab his arm to stop him. He doesn’t resist even though your gentle touch should not have stopped him in his tracks, but it did tonight.

“No. Tell me what you mean.” You demanded.

Crosshair contemplated it for a second before yanking his arm from your grasp, “You really want to know? Fine”.

He looked toward the island as if to check and make sure you were alone.

“I can’t…I can’t think around you. I can’t focus” He lowered his head,”I’ve tried to ignore how I feel around you, but it’s been just as useless as you training me”

For the first time in a long time, you were speechless. Crosshair was not a man of many words, nor was he one to express his feelings.

“Crosshair-” You tried to answer but he was uninterested in your counter argument. What he didn’t know was that there was no counter argument to be had.

“Don’t. Just don’t” He groaned.

“I love you” You hurriedly responded spitting it out like it was stuck on your tongue. You laid it all out plainly and simply. You loved him. You had for months.

Crosshair’s expression held a look of pure disbelief that quickly transformed to warmth and content.

Your longing gaze pierced through his tough exterior. Something ignited within you as a tension pulled you into him, leaving hardly any room between the two of you

“I…” You whispered softly, but lost yourself in his eyes.

Without another breath, Crosshair curled his finger beneath your chin, pulling your lips up to meet his.

Nothing this electrifying had ever grazed your skin before. His lips pressed passionately against yours as if he’d waited years to do this. You leaned into him, resting your hands on his shoulders as your mouths became intertwined so rhythmically.

Every fantasy you’d ever had of a moment like this that had always been shoved to the back of your mind came flooding back. Never did you think he’d feel the same way, but everything about his lips on yours just felt right. His finger beneath your chin trembled, and you were unsure how much it was from the overwhelming nerves of kissing you or the already present shake in his hands. You wrapped your hand around his, intertwining your fingers to calm him. The kiss was deep and raw, devouring each other as the motions intensified. A warmth spread through your body while your heart nearly lept from your chest.

Slowly and hesitantly, you pulled away from the kiss to look up into his uncertain gaze.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that” He whispered, and a smile crept upon his face. Something rare and welcome that you never saw too often with him.

“Me too” You smiled back, holding his hands in yours.

You wasted no more time before pulling him for another kiss. It was heavy and breathless. Your hands wandered from his to the firm muscles on his chest. Crosshair let his hands wander, too, until they hovered gently above your breasts.

“Touch me” You breathed in between the motions of your lips.

Your permission was all he needed. His hands explored your body like he was lost in the dark. Like he was starving for you. The boulders on this corner area of the beach kept you hidden in your own oasis, with very little concern of being discovered. Your fingertips found the hem of his black shirt, and tugged at it gently.

“Here?” He pondered.

“Why not?” You smirked. He nodded and helped you remove his shirt, revealing his battle scars and perfectly carved muscle. You admired it, trailing your hands down his abdomen.

Conveniently, you had a blanket in your satchel that you brought with you. Crosshair rushed over to lay it out. He then took your hand in his and guided you to it.

“Lay down,” He instructed. As you did so, he hovered above you, his lips exploring your exposed neck and chest just above the neckline of your dress. You whimpered softly, unable to contain yourself even with the slightest of his touch.

His nervous touch was endearing as he traced up your thigh, searching for your most sensitive area. You shuffled your hips a bit, encouraging him to keep going

“Are you sure?” He asked, his brows furrowed. It was a look of longing, concern, and desperation all in one. Crosshair needed you, but wouldn’t dare touch you like this without assurance.

“Yes,” You breathed.

He pulled your panties down, and you lifted your hips to help him remove them completely.

He returned his fingers to your aching heat and discovered your arousal for him, which earned a small whimper from his lips. Crosshair knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. He’d surely thought about it enough in his head while he sat alone in his quarters, pumping himself to the fantasy of having you in his grasp like this. But, he was letting his nerves get the better of him now, and felt weary about how he’d perform for you.

“Cross, please” You begged with a tone of reassurance. His hand rested on your thigh, just beneath where you craved his touch.

You felt his hand tremble subtly against your skin.

“Hey,” You started, pulling his attention to you, “it's just me and you”

He nodded and kissed you hard, letting himself dive into you again, and found his fingers sliding through the wetness between your legs. He rubbed your clit in delicate circles and you bucked your hips up into his touch. He found a perfect rhythm and responded to your body’s signals as he felt them.

“Maker…You’re so wet for me” He muttered in total awe of the effect he’d had on you. Looking down to your exposed cunt as the bottom of your dress now rested against your abdomen. Suddenly his middle finger found its way to your entrance and slid inside, pumping slowly and pushing you to the edge while his thumb kept working at your clit.

Crosshair was propped on his side next to you, and instinctively ground his hips against your body, overcome with his desire to feel friction. He added another finger inside and fucked you as you rolled your hips into his hand. Each thrust of his curled digits grazed your most sensitive spot against your walls. A tingling sensation bundled and tightened in your lower belly, pushing you closer to your climax.

“Don’t stop” You begged, and he listened.

“Come for me, darling” He instructed, which sent chills down your body. Hearing him say something so arousing was unfamiliar but absolutely intoxicating.

With his lips at your neck and his fingers working eagerly inside of you, your release was so close now. Your senses were deliciously overwhelmed.

“Crosshair” You cried his name before rolling your eyes into the back of your head, seeing stars, overwhelmed with the pleasure that flowed through your body as your orgasm overcame you. Your hips rolled up into his body still hovered above you and your back arched in response to the sensational feeling radiating through you. Your fingers dug into his arm but he never slowed his pace. Crosshair was absolutely infatuated with watching you fall apart for him. You came down from your euphoric high slowly, catching your breath in the process.

“Are you alright?” He whispered. This was a side of him you never expected. You knew he could be caring and kind when he wanted to be, but seeing that translated to handling your body was a pleasant surprise. Your cunt hopelessly clenched around the emptiness as he removed his fingers.

“Never better. Now, please fuck me” You demanded, chuckling softly.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” He wasted not another moment before helping you lean up to remove your dress completely. Your breasts fell from the restraint of the fabric and caught his eye immediately. He took them into his hands massaging them gently before bringing his lips to your mounds and kissing them.

He pulled his pants down just enough to release his length that begged to be touched. You stared in awe of his size. You opened your legs slightly, allowing room for him to adjust himself in between your legs.

As he lined himself up with your entrance, he looked into your eyes and devoured you with a loving gaze. He kissed you softly before slowly sinking his cock into your wetness.

Crosshair choked on his next breath, your warmth encasing him perfectly as you took his length with ease. Once he bottomed out within you, he whimpered softly and buried his face into your neck. He was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size, which you probably needed as he was bigger than you expected.

“Fuck, Y/N” He cursed, overwhelmed by it all. To be able to take you like this, having you begging for his cock, you writhing beneath him…it was all wonderfully too much, and he loved it.

“Maker, it feels so good, Cross” You encouraged him. His cock stretched you open with each thrust as he picked up the pace. He fit inside you like you were made for each other, and you felt a closeness and intimacy you’d never experienced before. It was indescribable.

You held his face in your hands as he thrust into you faster and harder, holding his gaze while you both let profanities and cries of pleasure fly from your lips. If there was anyone nearby, they would have heard you, but it was a remote area, and you could feel safe. Each curl of his hips snapping into you sent your mind and body into a frenzy of pleasure.

“You take me so well, sweetheart” He praised, turning his attention to looking down where he disappeared inside of you. Crosshair was no virgin, but he’d never experienced such intimacy and passion for someone like he did for you in this moment. He wanted this for so long, same as you. The months of lingering glances at one another, your heart racing each time your skin grazed his on the ship, the way you’d cared for him since he’d escaped Tantiss. It was all leading up to this moment of pure desire for one another, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“I won’t last much longer” He

You nodded to assure him it was okay. It was then that you felt another orgasm quickly creeping up on you. He could feel you tightening and knew you were close.

“Come on my cock, that’s it” He spoke softly, his words sending you over the edge.

It burst open, washing over your entire body, more captivating and intense than the first release. You dug your nails into the rigid muscles of his back, pulling him into you as he kept his pace. You cried out, feeling overtaken by the pleasure that electrified your entire body. His thrust began to falter and his body shook beneath your fingertips.

Crosshair’s moans were low and rough as he reached his climax, spilling his release deep inside you, his brows furrowed and face twisted in pleasure.

You both took time to catch your breath, soaking in the highs you were riding and taking in this feeling of closeness with one another. He was careful to remove himself from you, knowing you were both sensitive.

He lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you into him.

“I love you too” He said suddenly, confusing you for a moment, before realizing that he was finally responding to your declaration of love to him earlier.

You smiled up at him and laid your head onto his chest. As you listened to a combination of the gentle waves and the beating of his heart, you felt warm and loved for the first time in a long time.

#Crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair smut #fluff #angst #the bad batch #tbb #crosshair x f!reader #crosshair x you #reader insert #tbb fanfiction #bad batch #pabu #my work #stardust-kenobi

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 1 year ago

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Hey, would love to see a slightly dom Tech x female smut with the prompt "remember you asked me to be rough"

this has been in my inbox for quite literally six months and a day. thank you for your patience, my creative muse has been so wishy washy. thanks to @/dystopicjumpsuit for the ending divider, the other one is mine

Use Your Words

Summary: Tech holds you to your word.

Warnings: 18+ minors begone; dom!Tech, f!reader, manhandling, armor kink kinda, Tech records everything it's a hobby, dirty talk, PiV sex

Word Count: 473

His hands are rough and insistent against your body, pulling clothing from you without a second care for where they end up. He hadn't even bothered to take his armor off; you'd fixed him with a heated look when he entered the cockpit, alone, and he'd simply gestured for you to stand with two fingers. He'd only asked you one question, voice steady and modulated: "How do you want me?"

Arching away from the cold durasteel ship wall, you gasp, cold racing over your skin even as heat burrows into your core. Tech uses the opportunity to slot one of his thighs between your own. Deftly, in the same movement, he snags both of your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. His other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise as he adjusts you to his liking. Desire, electric and insistent, hums through your veins. It only becomes more intense when your soaked folds make contact with the rough denim, separated only by the flimsy material of your underwear.

"Stars," you gasp. "Please, Tech."

The little red light on Tech's helmet never wavers when he tilts his head. "Please, what, cyare?"

"Please touch me," you whine. You try to rock your hips, gain some much needed friction on your aching clit, but Tech's grasp tightens impossibly. Through his goggles, his gaze hardens in warning.

"I am touching you," he states. "If you would like me to do something different, you must use your words."

Swallowing hard, you try in vain to wrest control over your panting breath and racing heart. Maker, he'll be the death of you, and you'll greet death willingly if this is how you go.

"Tech," you say, a pleading note in your voice, "please play with my pussy."

You can't see the smirk, but you can hear it. "Why would I do that..."

The world spins as he flips you around and, one hand between your shoulder blades, pushes your chest flush with the cold metal wall. Hissing, you wiggle your hips, moaning at the vulnerability of the new position.

"...when I can fuck it instead?"

While he'd been talking, he'd freed his cock from the confines of his pants and, holding your panties to the side, splits you open over his hard length. A choked moan strangles in your throat at the sudden intrusion. Without any prep, the stretch is almost too much—almost. Your body accepts him like it was made to; pleasure alights every nerve. Tech doesn't stop until he's flush with your ass. Both hands come to rest on your hips.

"Remember, cyare," he says, withdrawing without giving you a moment to adjust, "you asked me to be rough."

Your mind goes blissfully blank as he fucks into you with abandon, fulfilling your request with every sharp thrust of his hips.

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decembermidnight · 1 year ago

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Ner Mesh'la Jetii

Summary: After you've been assigned to your first ever mission alone as a Padawan with Clone Force 99, you explore your "secret" relationship with Hunter, completely oblivious to the fact that everyone around you knows the two of you share a special bond.

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader

Word count: 8.7k

Warnings: a LOT of smut, 18+ MDNI, shameless flirting, use of pet names (sweetheart), heavy making out, voice kink, authority and competency kink, masculinity kink, oral (m and f receiving), Dom!Hunter, dirty talk, body worship, hair pulling, biting, nipple play, glove kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, a hint of overstimulation, creampie, Hunter being so in love it's almost pathetic

A/N: This is a sequel to Don't lose your focus! I highly suggest you go read it if you haven't already. I loved the idea of bringing these two back! This is like 85% smut it's insane I know but I'm a horny bitch what can I say As always, a massive thank you to @thefrogdalorian for being my beta and editor! I love you so much! Divider by @saradika-graphics Comments are reblogs are so appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist - Read on Ao3

You’ve been looking forward to the moment you’d be reunited with him far more than you’d be proud to admit. In the aftermath of the unforgettable night you spent with Sergeant Hunter, you didn’t feel as guilty as perhaps would be expected for a Jedi. The guilt comes more from the fact that you’ve been craving his touch and fantasising about all the things you want to do to him... Oh, yes, your mind has wandered down a sinful path.

No matter how much meditation and training you had during the day, you’d always end up in the same place: splayed out on your bunk late at night in the solitude of your room, fingers busy giving yourself pleasure, remembering the words Hunter whispered in your ear as he held you tight in his arms.

Seeing him again as he climbed down the Marauder’s steps, fully dressed in his armour, awoke all the feelings you desperately tried to bury, especially in front of your Master. You had been worried that things would feel different, that time and space may have lessened his feelings towards you.

That was until he took off his helmet and you saw his brown eyes lighten up when your gazes met. You knew immediately that he still felt the same about you.

You were standing there alone, your Master was busy having a restricted meeting with the Jedi Council in the briefing room. Hunter greeted you by taking your hand in his, looking at you adoringly, with a hinted smile on his face. The tension between the two of you was palpable, the lust in your gazes unmistakable. Your hand lingered in his far more than it would have been appropriate for a friendly reunion.

Stars above, the quizzical looks on the faces of the other members of the Bad Batch should have told something to you, but you both didn't care.

Hunter lost no time in luring you to the barracks with an excuse – an urgent matter to discuss with you… privately.

You wanted – no, you needed to be alone; to celebrate your reunion and the feelings you still bear for one another…

The mere thought of being alone with him after so much time fantasising about it makes your heart thunder in your chest. Hunter can sense how fast your heart is beating, and you can feel the burning desire radiating from him.

The tension keeps building as the two of you walk across the barracks side by side. The thrill of having to appear nonchalant as you meet the soldiers you fight alongside everyday, who know you so well, makes it even more exciting. Hunter looks as handsome and confident as ever on the outside, but you can feel how impatient he is for the two of you to be finally alone. You know his enhanced senses are highly attuned to every single imperceptible signal of your body that would betray your arousal. His aura is permeated with lust and desire for you, and merely feeling it is making you throb with need.

You barely have time to enter your quarters before Hunter's large, gloved hands are already cupping your face. He is so desperate to kiss you, that he cannot even wait for the door to fully close behind you.

You immediately melt into him when you finally feel his lips on yours once again. The hunger behind each frenzied kiss is apparent as your lips meet over and over. Hunter is desperate to show you how much he missed you, how much he needs you. You smile contentedly at how frantic it is, so unlike the composure you both showed until a few moments ago.

Now that you’re passionately kissing in the secrecy of the barracks, the immense guilt you were feeling is gone. There’s only him. Him and his lips, lavishing you with the attention you desperately craved all this time.

Your arms instinctively wrap around his broad shoulders as he pushes you against the wall. You desperately want to make up for all the time you spent apart from each other.

Hunter covers your neck in kisses as his hands roam across your body, before they eventually come to a halt around your waist, caging you firmly in his embrace. He kisses you with such passion and sweetness that you are powerless to help the breathy moan that escapes from your lips.

"Oh, you have no idea how much I missed you, sweetheart," he rasps in your neck, "You have no idea."

"Missed you too, Hunter," you sigh, tone belying your arousal as your hands tangle in his hair.

When he hears those words and the sensual way you pronounce his name, Hunter presses his lips on yours with renewed desire. His mouth is a hot furnace enveloping you with its heat, and you swear your mind goes blank when his lips slowly part so that his tongue can make its way into your mouth.

It's this. This is the moment you have been yearning for. This thrill, this perfect stolen moment when you are reunited at last after so much time spent apart from each other.

He stops only so that he can look at you, at how beautiful you are. His hand goes on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as the other cups your cheek delicately, in a gesture so soft and devoted that explains far more than words ever could. His piercing brown eyes roam between your eyes and mouth, before he captures your lips with his once more.

Hunter’s greedy hands roam across your body, trailing a path underneath your cape, and eventually under your clothes, too. It is as though he is desperate to remember the way your soft body feels under his touch. You feel shivers wherever his hands and lips roam on your naked skin.

You missed his strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, the warmth of his body, the way his lips could never get enough of yours, but most of all, you missed how safe you felt in his arms.

You hear a rapping against the door which starts off gently at first. You know it’s the other members of The Bad Batch letting you know that your Master has come out of the briefing room.

You reluctantly place your hands on Hunter’s chest in a rather unconvincing attempt to push him away, certain that he must have heard the noise too. It seems like Hunter is ignoring it, though. He’s entirely focused on lavishing your neck with attention.

"We have to go… W–we have to go… we have t–to…" you repeat mindlessly, more to yourself than to him, as he keeps kissing your neck while inhaling your intoxicating scent that he missed so much.

Hunter shushes you by kissing you on the lips again. You feel yourself clenching around nothing, a sensation that makes you groan against his lips. You grip handfuls of his thick hair, fingers digging into his dark locks. Your tongues explore each other's mouths and you pull him closer to you, wanting to feel his strong, armoured body against yours.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he rasps before your lips immediately meet again.

Even though there is a nagging voice deep down reminding you both that you have to leave, you are unable to tear yourselves away from each other.

Hunter’s adoring lips go on worshipping the delicate skin of your throat, covering it in kisses trailing down to your collarbones.

“Your skin is so soft…” he murmurs against your chest as he goes on covering it in sweet kisses.

His fingers are gently pulling the fabric of your top down, until his gloved hand brushes against one of your hardened nipples. The sudden contact of leather with your sensitive bud elicits a small moan out of you.

Hunter does not miss your reaction, humming low in his throat at the realisation, and starts drawing circles on it with his gloved finger.

You are getting lost in his touch, so affectionate yet erotic at the same time. It’s driving you aflame with lust, turning you into a desperate mess under his feather-like touch. You sigh deeply as you throw your head back and push your chest forward to offer yourself to him even more.

“Mmmh? You like this, sweetheart?” he coos as he keeps playing with your nipple, pleased at the way your body reacts to his gloved touch, eager for more.

“Oh, you do. Your heart is racing,” he answers himself, smirking against your skin as his lips trail up your neck to kiss your pulse point.

“Maker above, Hunter…” you whimper, heavily aroused.

Hunter lifts his head up to look at you. His brown eyes are darkened by lust at the sight of you writhing under his touch. His lips are mere inches apart from yours, curved up in a pleased smirk. He's not making an effort to come closer just yet, no. He wants to tease you and enjoy the way you're looking at him, adoring and begging for more.

That perfect moment of tension is interrupted by the return of the knocking against the door, this time more insistent than earlier.

You take advantage of Hunter’s split-second distraction to launch yourself back into kissing him with renewed fervour, completely ignoring it. He hums low in his throat, pleased by the lust that compelled your body forward, and welcomes you in his arms once again.

Your bodies grind against one another as your tongues greedily search each other’s mouths. Feeling Hunter’s body against yours sets you aflame with lust. Your throbbing, drenched pussy is desperate for relief. You are sure Hunter can smell how aroused you are and that your scent is driving him insane. You can feel it in the way his kisses grow more and more eager. You bite Hunter’s lip in a frenzied gesture of your desire which draws a low growl from his throat and causes him to further push you against the wall.

At this point, the banging on the door becomes so loud that it becomes impossible to ignore.

Hunter grunts in disappointment when you have to reluctantly end the kiss. He presses his forehead against yours, as his hands cup your face. You permit yourselves a few moments to regain your composure. He gives you one last regretful look before he pulls away. You know it’s a difficult step for Hunter, given the way your eyes are aflame for him; lips swollen and parted as your chest heaves after making out so intensely.

Hunter takes your hand in his and you head towards the exit together. You open the door to see a rather annoyed Crosshair, who nods toward your Master. Tech and Wrecker are not far behind.

You see your Master instructing other clone soldiers outside the briefing room, not too far from where you are. You immediately head towards him, not paying attention to the way the other members of the Bad Batch are looking at Hunter.

Crosshair catches the unmistakable adoration in Hunter’s eyes as he looks at you walking away.

“Discussing…” he hisses, taunting his brother before following you.

Wrecker follows him next, pushing Hunter with his shoulder, letting out a scoff.

"Wait – you know about us?" Hunter then asks Tech.

"Of course we do, Hunter. You're not exactly subtle with that," Tech spits, evidently annoyed at how little faith Hunter has in his brothers’ ability to read such an obvious situation.

Hunter lets out a defeated sigh, then follows you and the others towards the General. So much for discretion. He always prides himself on being a cool and collected leader, completing his objective in cold blood, being meticulous and precise. Seeing you again, though, caused him to falter. He can’t help it when it comes to you, especially after he hasn��t seen you in a while.

You take a deep, calming breath, hoping it hides the toll that the brief, yet intense, encounter has had on your body. With your nerves steadied and an apparently confident strut, you go to greet your Master, accompanied by all the members of The Bad Batch right behind you.

"Clone Force 99, it’s a pleasure to see you again," your Master says as his eyes roam across all the members of the squad.

"General, we're glad to be working with you once again," Hunter says confidently, having regained all of his martial composure. "What kind of mission do you have for us this time?"

Stars above, the way his voice becomes even deeper when he switches to Sergeant mode causes you to feel a tingle between your legs every time.

Regretfully, now is not the time for this. You have to focus on your Master, on the mission, and absolutely not on the handsome man you’ve just passionately made out with. You can’t mess this up, not when your Master encourages you to think of a plan and he’s listening to you carefully. After all this time following him, battle after battle, he is starting to give you more independence, to hear your voice and trust your judgement.

It is difficult to focus after you notice the way Hunter is looking at you, though. He is entranced by how secure and confident you look as you draw up a strategy.

You decide to act on his desire for you, to render him a desperate, flustered mess.

So, with a quick, casual gesture of your hand, you flip your hair behind your shoulder to offer him a better view of your neck. The small movement causes a hint of your scent to waft over to him. You catch out the corner of your eye as he closes his eyes for a fraction of a second when he inhales it. He clenches his hands into fists, longing for the moment when he will bury his face in your neck again. Maker above, he wants you.

You wish you could send him a fleeting, mischievous look, but your gaze is focused on your Master's observant eyes. You figure that ignoring Hunter as he's struggling with his desire for you would make you even more irresistible. You feel an immense power at the realisation. You, a Jedi, can cause this man to crumble in front of your eyes, all while you are merely conversing with your Master. He is watching you do something so simple, yet he would drop to his knees to worship the literal ground you walk on, should you only give the order…

Once the plan is all set and you’re about to climb the steps of the Marauder, ready to take off for this new exciting mission with The Bad Batch, your Master calls your name and you stop in your tracks.

“Yes?” you turn around to face him.

“A word?”

“Of course, Master.”

"The Council wants me to go on a diplomatic mission," he confesses as he crosses his arms looking at you.

"A diplomatic mission? Was that the reason for your meeting earlier? When are we leaving?"

"I’ll be going alone. You're not coming with me this time. It’s a very delicate negotiation," he explains in a cold voice.

You're conflicted. On one hand, there's your duty as a Jedi, to insist and follow your Master. On the other, you'd be disappointed to leave just now that you've reunited with Hunter. The perspective of having another mission together was incredibly exciting, and the thought of having just another moment alone with him, was fueling you with fire.

In the end, though, you decide to do the right thing. Your Jedi duties come before anything else.

"What?! I’m your Padawan, I should be by your side. What if you need me? What if I need you?"

"You will go with Clone Force 99. No further discussion,” he replies, ignoring your protests.

You sigh deeply as you try to think of an answer. He can sense the turmoil in you and decides to reassure you.

“That plan you drew up is good,” he says, and then pauses briefly to look into your eyes. “I trust you."

He is not exactly what you would define as a talkative person, so you know every word counts. You certainly cannot refuse after he just told you he trusts you so much he has assigned you to your first mission alone. No, not now that your Master thinks you’re ready, not now that he said those words to you.

“Thank you, Master. I will make you proud,” you smile back at him, sincerely comforted by his words.

"Come on, let's go now. If you succeed, you'll have plenty of time to celebrate with your Sergeant," he teases you as he turns around to get back on the ship.

"Master?!" you can only reply.

He briefly turns around and you see him stifle a laugh at your reaction. That’s unusual of him.

He knows. He knows, you're sure. No matter how much you try to hide it – at least when you're in front of him – you feel like there's nothing you can ever hide from your Master. He can read you like a book, after all these years spent together. Maybe it's because he, too, had experienced a forbidden attachment like this, many years ago, before taking you as a Padawan, before becoming a Jedi knight…

As the adrenaline slowly wears out after your first, successful battle without your Master’s supervision, you can’t help but think how different the Bad Batch's approach is from your battalion. You worked as a team and it was a pleasure to assist in the flawless, coordinated way they eliminated an entire battalion of droids before your eyes. Hunter gave the orders and effortlessly slayed droids with his vibroknife. He knew he looked incredibly attractive while doing so. He played along with his blade, making it dramatically twirl in his hands way more than necessary. It was so obvious that he wanted to act cool in front of your eyes. You decided to do the same and to look elegant and precise while using your lightsabers. You felt his gaze locked on you, and you hoped he was enjoying it and smiling underneath his helmet.

As you walk back toward the Marauder, you hear Wrecker bragging to Crosshair about how many droids he had eliminated. He groans loudly in defeat when he hears that his brother surpassed him, again. He groans even louder when he hears you’ve slayed more than double his total.

You let out a small laugh at his reaction as you walk with Hunter by your side.

“It’s hard to compete with a Jedi,” his voice sounds even deeper and huskier when it’s distorted by the modulator in his helmet.

You turn and face him, the both of you stopping in your tracks. Hunter places a hand on your cheek and caresses your face tenderly, looking at you leaning into his touch so sweetly. You feel his gaze trained on you from behind the dark visor. His helmet tilts slightly, taking in your beauty. Grateful for the gift of an unexpected, fleeting moment alone.

You shyly trail your hands up his armoured chest to try and reach the sides of his helmet to lift it from his face. You want nothing more than to see his deep, brown eyes looking at you. Just as your fingers make contact with his helmet, a distant sound interrupts you.

“Get a room!” Wrecker impatiently yells at the two of you from the Marauder’s ramp.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes from your lips.

Hunter looks at the big grin that spreads on your face, at you being so genuinely happy in this perfect moment. He’s grateful to the helmet he’s still wearing, so that you can’t witness how lovestruck he looks at the sight of you smiling.

He gives you an apologetic shrug of his shoulders and you follow the others up the Marauder’s ramp.

Armours and weapons now long discarded, you have an amazing time with The Bad Batch on your way back. Journeying through hyperspace is a quiet time dedicated to silence and meditation when you travel with your quiet, reserved Master. This time, however, you spend quite a few hours conversing and laughing with the squad, all while sending mischievous looks to Hunter from time to time. Hunter can't take his eyes off you. You feel them shamelessly roaming across the feminine curves of your body, this time not hidden by the baggy Jedi cape. The carnal desire in his eyes is a silent promise to pick up where you left off earlier.

When all the other members of the Bad Batch are finally asleep after all those hours spent drinking and joking, you finally sneak away, locking yourselves alone in the cockpit. Hunter loses no time in pushing you against the door behind you with his strong, masculine body. He immediately starts to kiss your neck and to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“You’ve been incredible today, Sergeant.” you whisper in his hair.

Hunter lifts his head to meet his gaze with yours. He takes in your beauty, the way your eyes glimmer in admiration for him. He then joins your lips in a passionate kiss that makes your knees tremble.

“Have I, Commander?” he rasps against your lips, before grazing your neck with his teeth and placing tender kisses along your delicate skin.

Maker, he loves your neck. He knows all the sweet spots where to concentrate his ministrations to elicit the prettiest whimpers out of you. You gasp as you tangle your hand in his hair.

“Y-yes. Absolutely. Oh, Stars, Hunter…” you can barely whisper before your vision gets blurry, your head swimming in pleasure.

Hunter buries his face in your neck and in your hair, wishing to be as close as possible to you. He is addicted to your scent.

He starts to undress you with care and devotion, touching you like the most precious thing in the galaxy. You sigh when you feel his warm hands roaming under your shirt, touching your soft, naked skin as he slowly peels your clothes away from your body. His adoring gaze is fixed between your feminine body and your eyes, glimmering for him. He caresses your body, worshipping every single inch of your skin. His mouth starts planting kisses across your collarbones and chest, leaving marks here and there, kissing the gentle curve of your shoulder.

You can feel his erection brushing against your lower belly. He’s insanely hard, still encased in his thin, black suit. His cock is throbbing for you already, and the mere idea of having that effect on him makes you dizzy with want. You pull him closer, the kisses becoming even more passionate as you look for friction. You desperately try to keep your moans low, muffling them in each other's mouths.

You hold on tight to his strong, muscular biceps before pushing him to sit on the pilot chair. You immediately kneel in front of him, your eyes darkened by lust at the sight before your eyes. You can clearly see the outline of his thick cock and it’s making you dizzy with want. You’re impatient to feel it inside of you, thinking how pleasurable it will be. Before that, though, you want to please him. You want him to know how much you missed him, how much you worship him, to give him something to dream of in his lonely nights.

“What are you doing, eh?” he asks, smirking when he sees you acting like that.

“Hunter, I want you to enjoy my mouth,” you smile provocatively, feeling brazen now that you can finally give into one of your many late-night fantasies.

He watches in awe as you kiss his erection from outside his thin suit, choking a moan at the sight of you down there, so eager to give him pleasure.

“Mesh’la…” he murmurs. It’s a word coming from a language you’ve never heard, but you love the sound of it coming from his lips.

You start to slowly undo his pants, careful not to inadvertently brush your hands against his cock. You only want him to feel the warmth and softness of your loving mouth.

Once you free his rock-hard, throbbing length, you look back at Hunter with a mischievous grin on your face. You slowly trail your tongue from the base to the tip while keeping eye contact. Hunter’s whole body goes rigid at that, and you hear him suppressing a moan in his throat. His fingers are digging into the armrest of the pilot chair, the veins in his hands popping out.

You have barely started, but Hunter is already a mess beneath you. The touch of your velvety, hot tongue is driving him insane and he can already tell he’ll be addicted to your beautiful mouth.

You decide to let him slowly simmer, building up pleasure until he’ll be crying out your name in a strangled moan. The mere idea sets you aflame with lust.

You start by giving small, kitten licks to the head of his cock. Hunter throws his head back, offering you a sinful view of his throat as he exhales in ecstasy.

“Eyes on me, Sergeant,” you point out teasingly, pleased at the way you’re reducing him.

As soon as Hunter looks back at you, you sensually lick your lips to dampen them before enveloping them around the head of his cock. Hunter is mesmerised by the view and feeling of something so warm and beautiful, all for him to enjoy.

Your tongue twirls around the head of his cock as you go down, massaging his shaft with your lips. Hunter clenches his jaw to suppress a moan when you let his cock glide into your throat.

You start to bob your head up and down his shaft and that’s when he loses it completely. He stifles a desperate laugh at how good it feels.

“Oh, sweetheart. Doing so good for me…” he praises you.

You love reducing him to this. You’re so damn wet and turned on, but you don't want to touch yourself just yet, no. This is all about him. You only want to focus on him, on his cock and the way his body reacts to your mouth.

"Oh, fuck…" he whimpers, trying his best not to come in your mouth as you look so provocative and sensual for him only.

Hunter looks stunning as he slouches into the pilot chair in just his black suit, trying to muffle his own moans of pleasure. The only source of light comes from the windshield of the Marauder in hyperspace. The blue hues highlight the muscles of his broad chest as it heaves up and down. His lips are curved up in a pleased smirk as his gaze is locked on you, completely entranced by the way your lips wrap around his cock.

You feel your arousal starting to drip down your inner thighs at that sight. Your clit is swollen and needy, begging for relief as you drive Hunter insane with your sweet mouth.

You can tell he’s getting dangerously close to the edge by the way his breathing becomes more shallow and frantic, the muscles of his strong body tensing up in preparation. That blissful sight of him, a cool and collected soldier desperately trying to keep it all under control, makes you want to push it even further.

“M-mesh’la, stop. S-stop. You’re gonna make me—an–and I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you, mesh’la. I want to fu–fuck y–”

"Come in my mouth, Hunter. I want to taste you," you interrupt him by sending a message through the Force, not wanting to stop just now that he's right on the edge.

Hunter can’t do anything but surrender when he sees the sheer lust in your eyes, the desire to taste him. The mere vision of you, the object of his desires ever since he laid eyes upon you, acting so filthy for him, sends him over the edge. His whole body tenses up even more until you feel his cock spurting his cum in your mouth, filling it with his delicious release. You swallow it as you go, savouring the salty, slightly bitter taste of his release. He can’t help the way his hips thrust to push his cock further into your throat, while simultaneously clenching his jaw to avoid moaning your name out loud and waking up the rest of the Batch.

Hunter is in a state of unadulterated bliss as he catches his breath. There's a grin on his face as he looks down at you between his legs, his spent cock still in your mouth.

You let it out in a loud pop and lick your lips provocatively. Hunter grabs your jaw in his hand, bringing you closer to him and kisses you passionately, tasting himself on your tongue. He's ravenous like a hungry beast. He moans in your mouth and you think you can't be any more turned on, but then Hunter surprises you again.

His strong arms lift you up as he kisses you, walking until the back of your thighs hit the command panel.

"My turn now," he smirks.

He kneels in front of you and spreads your legs, taking your drenched panties off.

Hunter takes in the heavenly view of your glistening core just right before his eyes. You're so eager for his touch, you bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.

Despite how tempting and luscious you look, Hunter does not give in just yet. He starts to kiss your inner thighs, licking all the drops of arousal coating them, making you shudder with need.

"Hunter…" you plead, your legs are already shaking but his strong grip keeps them spread open for him.

“Look at you. You were so hot on your knees, with my cock in your mouth, but this… This is even better. I love hearing you beg for me, sweetheart.”

This man can make you lose your Jedi composure, especially when his mouth is so close to your pussy and you can feel his hot breath on it as he whispers those words.

“Oh, Hunter, please…” you beg for him once again, your grip on his hair tightens and you wish you could just push your cunt into his mouth. His strong arms are keeping you still as you’re pathetically grinding your hips in front of his face, without the possibility of reaching it unless he allows it.

Hunter smirks at how desperate you are for relief. The sweet, intoxicating scent of your arousal is the most addicting thing he’s ever smelled. Despite how much he loves seeing you like this and how beautiful you look, he cannot wait any longer, he has to bury his tongue in your folds and taste you. It’s been so long, he missed it so much.

He digs his face between your legs and his tongue starts to run along your folds. He savours you, humming contendently when your sweet taste fills his mouth. You arch your back and sigh deeply as Hunter’s tongue masterfully licks your clit, committed to offering you the highest pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good, damn,” he pants as he briefly gasps for breath, before returning to where you want him the most.

“All for you,” you manage to whisper while looking at the sight below you, at the Sergeant that just a few hours ago was so authoritative and killed his enemies mercilessly, but now he is on his knees, worshipping you with his mouth and every inch of his body.

You clench at the sight below you, tugging on his hair harder as you start to grind your hips, rubbing your cunt in his face.

You can feel Hunter’s fingers digging harder into the flesh of your thighs, a low hum coming from his throat.

"That’s it. Ride my fucking face, mesh'la," he rasps authoritatively.

He’s loving it. He loves it when you use his body for your pleasure. He loves hearing your sweet moans for him and looking at your blissed-out face.

"Yes, Sergeant," you moan as you obey his order.

Your hips keep grinding to rub your cunt on his face, the pleasure quickly building up. You tug on his hair, riding his face in chase of your own orgasm.

“Hunter, Hunter, I’m–” you pant.

Hunter purrs into your cunt and his tongue licks your clit even faster, pushing you over the edge.

You thread your fingers through his soft brown curls and tug on them as a white-hot wave of pure bliss traverses your body. As you come, Hunter’s tongue keeps that devastating rhythm that makes your eyes roll backwards and your jaw drop open. You strangle the moan in your throat, preventing you from screaming his name and making everyone in the Marauder aware of what is happening in the cockpit.

Hunter keeps masterfully licking and sucking your clit until you come down from your high. He only stops once you finally release your tight grip on his hair.

“Could go on like this for hours, sweetheart. You taste so good, I can’t ever get enough of you,” he murmurs in between kisses to your inner thighs.

“Oh, Hunter, you have no idea how much I would adore that,” you say with a blissful smile on your face, thinking of how many orgasms he could draw out of you before turning you into a writhing, desperate mess. The mere thought sparks another fire of lust within you.

“Come here, Sergeant,” you call him with an urge to feel his body against yours once again.

Hunter is more than pleased to oblige. As he stands up in front of you, you are struck by how tall and handsome he is. You take a look at his face, still glistening in your arousal. You tug on his hair and trail your tongue along his lips, tasting the faint salty taste of your orgasm. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you on your mouth passionately. Your tongues taste each other’s pleasure, an addictive, lustful blend.

"We taste so good together, Hunter," you pant once your lips part.

“We do, sweetheart,” he growls as he pulls you to sit back down in the chair, making you straddle him. A proud smirk forms on his face when you notice he's hard and ready for you, again.

You immediately start grinding your wet, hot cunt all over the length of his thick cock, getting yourself off, drenching his cock and moaning softly in his ear. You trail your tongue along his neck, tasting his masculine scent, before softly biting on his earlobe.

“Take it off,” you whisper sensually in his ear, letting your hand roam down his abdomen, hinting at his tight, black shirt.

Hunter's whole body jerks under your touch as he suppresses a whimper. You can't believe you've reduced this fierce man into this whimpering mess; begging for you to ride his dick. The mere thought sends you another spark of desire between your legs.

Hunter obeys and strips immediately, offering you the tempting view of his strong, masculine body. His golden skin is hot to the touch, muscles rippling wherever your hand roams. You follow the contours of his chest tattoo - half rib cage that matches the half-skull tattooed on his face. The touch of your fingers is feather-like as you trace the ink decorating that stunning body. Hunter looks at you carefully, at the pleased expression on your face as your hand slowly trails down his abdomen. A mischievous smile forms on your lips as you align his cock to your entrance. You let the head slip inside of you and stop to look at his eyes. He has such a desperate expression on his face that makes you want to tease him even further.

"Mesh'la…" the way he says it, low in his throat, needy and firm at the same time, makes you clench around him.

"Quiet, Sergeant," you whisper against his lips, your hands cupping his face, fingers gently tracing the contours of his half-skull tattoo, before kissing him on his lips.

As your tongues explore each other's mouths, you slowly sink down on him, enjoying every single ridge and vein of his throbbing erection as he splits you open. He moans in your mouth and you swallow it greedily, kissing him with even more passion. You look at his deep, brown eyes as you keep going. His brow furrows slightly, overwhelmed by the feeling of your tight, wet cunt around his cock.

You have seen his fierce eyes, how tough he looks when he's in charge, when he has to be a soldier and slay his enemies, but this... This is different. He's looking at you with nothing but reverence and desperation. You have reduced Sergeant Hunter to this needy man panting beneath you. The power surge you feel at the sight below you is making you bold and confident. You feel like the most beautiful woman in the galaxy as you look at him staring at you, at his worshipful brown eyes. The thought drives you insane with lust.

Just as you bury his cock inside of you to the hilt, you stop. You feel each other clenching and throbbing in turns, getting used to the pleasurable sensation when your bodies join together as one.

You're both out of breath. Your fingers dig into his thick, wavy hair while his hands wrap around your waist. His touch is delicate and reverential. You're nothing like he's used to. He's used to battle and weapons, not the warm softness of your body. He's looking at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever laid eyes upon. His hands are callous after so many battles, and he rejoices in feeling how your skin is soft in contrast.

You lift your hips slowly, your tight cunt gripping his length in its grasp as it leaves your warmth, soaking wet already. You leave just the tip in, enjoying the desperate expression on his face. His brown eyes are filled with lust as he silently begs for you to resume your movement.

You sink back down on it slowly, wanting to enjoy every single inch of his length. You both moan and sigh in turns, until you have his cock buried to the hilt inside of you once again.

“I missed you so much…” you whisper against his lips as you start riding him sensually.

“You have no idea. Every – every f–fucking day I thought about you," he whimpers "thought of this," he adds as his arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him.

You know it should feel wrong to be so attached to a man, to smile at the tender words he says while you’re making love. This is not the Jedi way, after all. But how can it be wrong when looking into his eyes feels so perfect?

A wide grin forms on your face as you look at the man below you, worshipping you like a goddess.

Hunter is mesmerised by the view of your breasts bouncing right in front of his face. He can’t resist and just starts to kiss one of them, sucking on the soft skin. He then takes your nipple between his lips, making his tongue twirl around it, eliciting a pleased moan out of you. His thumb rubs your lips possessively and you welcome it into your mouth, sucking it provocatively, turning him on even more.

"How in the galaxy do I fucking deserve this? How do I fucking deserve you?" he whimpers as he looks at you being so sensually beautiful.

You capture his lips in yet another passionate kiss, as if you were unable to have your lips parted from one another. Hunter's fingers then dig into your hair and gently pull your head to the side so that he can cover your neck in kisses as he gets lost in your scent.

He breathes you in as if your scent was oxygen. He's addicted to it – soft, feminine, comforting yet so sensual it drives him insane and can barely restrain himself from fucking you every time he catches it.

Your scent lingered in his bunk after you spent your first night together. The days following your encounter, any time he went to rest, he smelled you and a bittersweet smile appeared on his face. Hunter was nostalgic of that night you spent together, and was determined not to let you slip away from him another time, if he ever met you again.

"Your scent drives me insane, mesh'la," he confesses, his hot breath washing against your skin.

That word, again.

Your hands cup the sides of his neck as your thumbs rub his throat possessively. He lifts his chin to face you, looking at you with his adoring brown eyes.

"Hunter," you let out in an aroused sigh "W–what does mesh'la mean?"

He cups your face in his hands and tilts it towards him so you can look in his eyes – deep, sincere, devoted.

"Beautiful. You're beautiful, sweetheart," he says before stealing another passionate kiss that makes you flutter around him.

Hunter hums in his throat and deepens the kiss even further, tangling his fingers in your hair, caressing you as if you were the most fragile and precious thing he's ever touched.

“Ner mesh'la jetii," he whispers in your ear sweetly. "My beautiful, beautiful Jedi. You looked so good – brave, strong, powerful, fighting with your lightsabers. I couldn’t take my eyes off you, sweetheart,” he says before his lips are back on your neck, lavishing it in sweet kisses.

Hunter can’t resist biting the soft flesh of your neck, yet he is careful to only leave marks on your skin where he knows your body will be covered by clothes. He is so attentive and careful even when he's possessed by lust. He wouldn't want anything more than to mark your neck, so that you could show everyone who you belong to, but he understands – you're a Jedi, he's a Clone Trooper. He wouldn't want to jeopardise the brilliant future you have ahead due to his own selfishness. It's a silent agreement you respect and understand, too.

His lips keep adoringly tracing the sensual curve of your shoulder as you keep riding him, as you gradually increase your rhythm to grant the highest pleasure for you both, your panting hot against his neck. Your clit is pleasurably rubbing against his shaft, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Your body starts trembling, your breathing gets shallower and you can’t help letting out whimpers. Hunter grabs your hair and pulls so that he can look at you getting off on his dick. He can feel you're close, his senses are highly attuned to every signal your body gives out.

"Use your words," he orders.

"I'm coming, Hunter," you say in a desperate, pleading voice.

"Don't you love coming on my cock, sweetheart?" his voice is dark and lustful, giving you goosebumps all over your body.

You smile and nod in response, but that's when he grabs your throat to force you to look at him, and you see that flame in his eyes again.

"Answer me," he rasps authoritatively, drawing you even closer to your orgasm.

"Y–yes, I–I do," your voice is shaky, jaw trembling in his hand and breathing getting even more shallow.

"Say it."

"I – oh, fuck – I love coming on your cock, Hunter," your voice sounds so sweet and shaky when you pronounce those words. You can clearly feel his cock throbbing and hear a low, pleased growl in his throat.

"Then come on my fucking cock, Commander," he orders.

You finally let go as soon as you hear his order and just as your eyes roll backwards. Your lips part in ecstasy and he's quick to capture them in a kiss to muffle your moans. Hunter grunts low in his throat as he feels your cunt clamping erratically around his cock, his hand keeping your jaw in place for him as he sticks his tongue inside your mouth. He swallows every single moan of yours as he rides you through your high.

As the orgasm slowly fades out, you find yourself panting against his mouth, your foreheads are touching and notice his brown eyes are still looking at you adoringly. You're blissfully smiling, being reminded just how much pleasure Sergeant Hunter can bring you. A pleasure you can't reach late at night, alone in your bed with your fingers only.

Hunter lets you catch your breath like that, cradled by his strong arms as he keeps shallowly thrusting into your sensitive cunt.

"I want to fuck you, sweetheart," he whispers, his nose brushing against your hairline.

"You are," you giggle.

"No, sweetheart, I want to fuck you," he articulates, the grip of his hands on the back of your thighs turning to steel, lifting you as he stands up from the pilot chair.

You barely have time to register what’s happening, when his cock slips out of you and your back suddenly feels the coldness of the floor against its flustered skin, making you gasp. Hunter’s hands cradle your head and the small of your back, to shield you.

“I got you,” he smiles reassuringly before he enters back into you in one thrust. The combination of those actions makes you clamp around his cock, and a small whimper escapes your lips.

Hunter immediately covers your mouth with his to muffle your desperate moans as you feel his cock stretching your sensitive cunt even further.

And there you are, giving into your animalistic desire for each other on the cold, metallic floor of the cockpit.

Oh, it's so good. You love riding him, but having him on top of you, pumping his hard cock inside of you is even better. Hunter's grip on your body tightens as he feels how hard your walls clench around his cock when he acts so dominant. Your eyes roll backwards each time he hits that spot inside of you, making you see stars.

"S–so good, so, so fucking g–good," he whimpers as he keeps thrusting into you pleasurably slowly. He wants to enjoy every single inch of your hot, wet cunt.

His voice is so low and desperate that your walls clench hard around him. The sensation is so pleasurable that he has to stop abruptly, a grunt escaping from his lips. He doesn't want to come inside of you just yet.

"Damn, sweetheart, you're killing me," he pants in your ear.

He takes your lobe between his teeth and softly bites it, growling like a rabid, hungry beast. You let out a whimper at that.

"Oh, I know, I know," he purrs. "I know you can take it. You're such a good girl for me."

You swear his voice alone could make you come.

Your eyes shut in bliss, getting lost in the feeling of being so full of him once again.

"Look at me, mesh'la," he whispers softly, yet authoritatively.

When you open your eyes for him again, a smug smirk forms on his lips.

"Yes, like this. Damn, you're so fucking pretty," he growls in between violent thrusts that make you see stars.

"Been wanting to bury my dick inside of you since we were in your barracks earlier. If they didn't stop us, I'd–" he pauses. The hand covering your mouth goes into your hair, delicately caressing it. "Damn, sweetheart, I'm losing my mind. Missed fucking you so much," he whispers against your neck and you feel his hot breath against your already flustered skin.

“Me too, Hunter, me too,” you can barely mumble, a blissful smile on your face as his cock keeps hitting that perfect spot inside of you.

But Hunter doesn’t stop there, no. He continues worshipping you with his mouth, with his hands and with his body as he thrusts into you.

You grab a handful of his hair and pull it, so you can have access to his neck to sensually trail your tongue along it and then bite it. Hunter moans in surprise, heavily aroused by your gesture, and buries his cock inside of you to the hilt, then stops and grunts in your neck.

"Fuck. Fuck, sweetheart. It's a dangerous game you're playing," he growls.

You giggle in his neck before biting him even harder.

"Not gonna last if you – if you–" his dark voice betrays a hint of desperation which turns you on even more.

Hunter grabs a handful of your hair in response, planting his elbow on the floor and covers your mouth with his other hand before starting to thrust into you so hard you can't help rolling your eyes.

The way he's giving it to you is so raw and feral, it's driving you insane as you drag your nails across his muscular back. Hunter bites back into your neck and growls wildly, determined to give it to you until he fucks every trace of sanity away from your body.

"Oh, is this what you wanted, sweetheart?" he grits darkly against your neck. "You like it rough, mh? Stars, I can feel how much you like this," he smirks.

Hunter's hand leaves the back of your head and goes between your legs, his thumb starting to rub your clit. A whimper escapes from your throat.

"Quiet. Quiet, pretty girl, or they're gonna hear us," he whispers in your ear.

You clench hard at that, making Hunter choke a grunt in his throat in response.

"Give me one more. One more, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, yet with an air of authoritativeness.

You love it when his more dominant side comes out when he fucks you, giving you orders like the natural born leader he is. It’s a role that fits him perfectly. You gladly follow his lead as he tames your fiery personality in a way no one ever did.

His thick fingers are rubbing your swollen clit in the most delicious, yet devastating way. His touch drives you towards another orgasm, embarrassingly soon after he ripped the previous one from your weary body. Hunter can sense your heart thundering in your chest, the irregular way you're breathing, your body tensing in preparation.

"Yeah. Let me see how beautiful you are when you come on my cock," he says in his deep, husky voice, encouraging you to let go.

His words give you the final push and you come hard around him. It's an overwhelming hot blaze of bliss starting at your core and ripping your whole body and soul apart. Hunter's large hand muffles the desperate moans that shouldn't escape your mouth.

"Yes, yes, there it is. Good girl. You're my good girl," he encourages you as he keeps rubbing circles on your swollen clit, your walls fluttering around his thick cock as he keeps thrusting into you.

Your eyes roll backwards, unable to stay focused on his gaze. Seeing the way you're enjoying this, the immense pleasure you're feeling, drives Hunter close to the edge too.

"You're so fucking beautiful. Oh, I'm gonna come inside of you. You belong to me. To me. You are mine," he growls.

His thrusts lose that merciless rhythm and grow slower and deeper. He eventually comes with a ragged groan in your ear, making you clench even harder around him when you hear that desperate sound. He tightens his grip around your waist, as if he was afraid you might slip away from him again. Hunter buries his cock deep in your cunt as the warmth of his release spreads inside of you. He kisses you desperately, like he never wants this to end. You’re enveloped in the warm embrace of his strong, masculine body. His warm breath washes across your skin as he whispers tender words about how much he missed you and how perfect you are. Your hands are tenderly cupping the sides of his face as you reciprocate his kisses, smiling against his lips as his thrusts slowly come to an end.

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clone-whore-99 · 1 year ago

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Behave

Sub!Tech x Dom!F!Reader

Rating: 18+, this page is only for adults

Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, restraints, blindfolds, safewords, oral (M! Receiving), edging, teasing, orgasm denial, light slapping, biting, unprotected PiV, not proof or beta read cuz I wanted this up before Tech Tuesday ended LMK if I missed any (✿◡‿◡)

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The waiting. The anticipation. Never knowing when or where the next touch was going to come from. That was probably the worst part for Tech… And the most exciting.

Once again, Tech found himself completely naked and sprawled out on a bed. His hands were cuffed to the headboard above his head and his vision was obstructed by a blindfold.

This soldier was completely at your mercy.

Your hand barely caressed his cheek, but it was enough for a visible shiver to run down his body.

“Have you thought about what you did?” Your voice sounded like poisoned bristlemelon. Sweet, but deadly.

“Yes.” Tech replied, his voice restraining to hide his desperation. “And I deeply apologize.”

Not letting him off that easily, you lightly tucked at his restraints. A sign for him to continue talking.

Tech let out a shaky breath. For such a genius, he could be oblivious at times. But this time, he was certain about what he did wrong. “I am sorry for having interrupted you, my dear. I will do better next time.”

Good. He’s learning.

You got up and walked towards the other end of the bed, your finger lightly tracing his bare skin on the way. “We both know you won’t. But that’s why I am here. Safeword?”

Your hand was inching closer to where he wanted it the most, closer to the inside of his thigh, closer to the only part of him that wasn’t lying down.

“I won’t need it.” He was trying so hard to hide the desperation in his voice, but lost all composure when you pulled your hand away. With a desperate gasp, his hips shot up from the bed, looking for the much needed touch you denied him.

You lightly slapped his hip, making him lie flat on the bed again. “That’s not how this works, love. If you want me, I need to know it. Now, safeword?”

“Macrofuser.”

Of course that was his safeword. You smirked to yourself and the weight of the bed by Tech's feet shifted, as you finally settled in.

“Good boy,” You praised, with a kiss to his thigh as a reward. His stiff cock twitched in response, needy and already dripping with precum.

You had made sure he was all riled up, by the time you cuffed and blindfolded him. And you had made him wait for what probably felt like forever to him, every now and then making small sounds and touches to keep him aroused.

He had been good. Only begged to be touched once, when you used a loud toy near him, to pleasure yourself. He deserved a little treat.

With one hand on his thigh, inching slightly closer to his hard member, the tip of your fingers on the other hand brushed against his shaft.

This was enough for the clone to let out a loud moan, his hips bucking into the air.

“Easy now, soldier, you want this to last, don’t you?” You asked, your voice a mix of humor and danger.

“Ah yes, apologies.” Tech’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, all his energy and focus was spent on you and your touches.

Your fingers kept running up and down his shaft, not fully grasping and stroking it, but enough to keep him whimpering and needy. Your other hand abandoned his thigh to cup and massage his balls.

The small sounds he made was like music to your ears. You loved this. The genius who never shut up, completely at your mercy. All his thoughts had been replaced by you and his voice turned into an instrument that only you could play so beautifully.

It was hard for you to control your own need, when he was completely displayed like this and his body begging for yours.

Leaning over, you replaced your fingers with your tongue, placing it flat on the base and running it up the shaft, all the way to his head. You ran your tongue in circles around his tip, before completely engulfing him in your mouth.

It was impossible to fit all of him, without choking yourself. He was long and girthy, with a slight curve to it. Every time you sucked him off, it would turn into a sloppy mess - and this time was no exception.

A mixture of precum and spit was running down the part your mouth couldn’t reach, working as lube for your hand, which was now fully grasping and working his shaft.

It didn’t take long for Tech to lose what little control he had left, for his legs to do little kicks in an attempt to ground himself, for his hips to buck him deeper into your mouth to chase his high and for his whimpers to turn into full blown moans.

You let this go on for just a little bit longer, just long enough for his balls to tighten, for him to nearly cum - and then you pulled away.

Tech cried out in frustration, his legs and hips still moving in the hopes of creating enough friction to carry him the rest of the way. Though he felt his high slip away, like sand between fingers.

You waited a bit, watching to make sure he wasn’t actually in any real distress or discomfort. Once assured of this, you patted his thigh to calm him down, while clicking your tongue in tsk-tsk sound. “You know love, if you want to cum, you need to behave.”

“It was a natural reaction, I had little to no cont-”

The sound of skin hitting skin interrupted him, as your hand landed on his thigh in a slap - not enough to truly hurt him, but enough to leave a mark.

“No excuses,” You ordered.

With a defeated sigh, your genius apologized once more, keeping it short and direct. And with no explanations added to it.

“Better,” you praised, your hand caressing the skin that was just slapped. Then you pushed yourself further up the bed, climbing his slim frame and leaving a trail of licks, kisses and bite marks on your way.

With a last playful bite to his neck, you sighed contently. “Oh Tech, whatever shall I do with you? An exceptional man in every way, and yet you still don’t know how to follow orders.”

A smirk appeared across the soldiers lips, a rare but welcoming sight. “I suppose we just have to continue these lessons, until I do.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this.” You chuckled, as you began lining yourself up with him.

Everytime his head just graced your lips, Tech gasped in anticipation, his whole body stiffened and shivered, waiting for the glorious feeling of being inside of you.

You lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back in a moan of ecstasy. It didn’t matter how many times you’d experience this, he always stretched you perfectly and hit all the right spots. It was like the two of you were made for each other.

Tech always managed to hit that special spot, deep inside you, that made you see stars in no time.

As you began moving, finding the right rhythm and pace, the two of you moaned in harmony, creating music like no other.

Knowing that Tech wouldn’t last long after everything you’d put him through, you began rubbing rough circles on your own clit and teasing your own nipples, to hurry your own orgasm along the way.

Tech smiled knowingly, feeling your hand against his pelvis, he knew you were working to make the two of you orgasm at the same time. He was also, between moans, stuttering the components to different metals, trying to keep himself from cumming without your permission.

In any other situation, you would have punished him for this, but you were so close yourself, that you were willing to let it go. Especially since Tech was pushing his cock even further inside of you and making it twitch in the most delicious way.

You leaned over and left open mouthed kisses on his neck, before whispering in his ear: “Cum with me, my love.” An order you did not have to repeat.

Tech’s head was thrown back in ecstasy so hard, his blindfold flew off. The groan he let out vibrated through your body, as ropes of his seeds shot deep into you.

The feeling was overpowering for you too, making you bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself from getting too loud. Your hands dug into his skin and he was struggling against his restraints.

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through the both of you, a seemingly never ending high.

You collapsed on top of him, gasping for air, as his cock began going soft inside of you.

But your job wasn’t done yet.

Reaching up, you freed the soldier from his restraints and helped him put his goggles back on. You placed your hands on his cheeks, caressing them gently.

“How are you doing? You did so well, you were so good. Do you need anything? Water? Food?”

An exhausted chuckle escaped the genius' lips, as he wrapped his heavy arms around you, holding you against him.

“Just let me hold you for a while, okay?” He whispered against your head.

“If that's what you want,” You agreed, resting against him.

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vodika-vibes · 2 months ago

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Say Yes

Summary: You’re the only children of the town’s wealthiest farmer. At your mother’s prodding, and with your father’s permission, you’re more of a socialite than a farmer. A chance meeting with a local outlaw changes everything.

Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Prompt: Western AU

Word Count: 1130

Warnings: None

A/N: I had a hankering for a Western AU, so you got this. Also, tagging @clonethirstingisreal cause it's Hunter. Also, I had a migraine on and off for the last four days, so if it's bad that's why.

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You think you might actually be dying.

Layer upon layer of lace and satin and cotton make you feel you’re sweating to death, even while sitting in the shade of the magnolia tree on the edge of your father’s land.

You would give anything to be able to wear a simple cotton dress on days like today, where the sun is high in the sky and it’s like breathing in an oven.

But, that’s not up to you.

You are, as you have ever been, your parents’ most valuable chess piece.

Honestly, you’re lucky that your parents have no issue with you coming so far away from the main house with no companion other than Rudy, your dog, and Sylvester, your horse.

You release a heavy noise and tug your bonnet off your head so you’re able to pull your heavy hair off the back of your neck, just for a moment. You can feel sweat dripping down your spine and the hair that was closest to your neck is a little damp.

Awful. Simply awful.

You pause when Rudy, who had been fast asleep at your side, suddenly sits up, his ears perked to the top of his head, and his gaze locked at something on the other side of the river.

He growls, low and deep, and you hear a light light, “Easy there, pup. I mean no harm to your mistress.”

You know who he is as soon as you see him.

Everyone knows who the Fett boys are, after all.

And there’s only one who has a skull tattooed on his face.

“Hunter,” You drop your hair and lean back slightly to look up at him as he meanders across the river and stops to lean on the fence bordering it. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?”

“You know our land bumps against yours, princess.” He replies with a grin, “I’m more curious as to why the lovely lady herself is so far away from her mother’s protective embrace.”

You sigh, “I’m hardly a child anymore, Hunter. I don’t need to stay within mother’s range at all times.”

“Do they know that?”

You shoot him a look, and he grins at you, “Ah, don’t be like that Princess. I’m only worried about you’re well-being. That’s all.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You counter sarcastically, and then you roll your eyes as he hops the fence and walks over to you. “Did I invite you to join me?”

“Nope.” Hunter replies easily as he settles on the ground next to you and lightly plucks a honeysuckle from the ground to tuck it behind your ear, “But I’m doin’ it anyway.”

“This is why you don’t have a lady, Hunter.” You chide him lightly, even as you reach up to lightly touch the flower behind your ear with a smile on your lips.

His grin widens, “And why don’t you have a man, princess?”

“We both know that’s not my decision.”

Hunter leans back slightly, his gaze dark as he watches you, “And you’re happy with that? Being a pawn to your parents’ game?”

You shrug, “Happiness is for other people, not me.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair.”

“And since when is life fair?”

Hunter clicks his tongue, “So you’ll be content with a life of sorrow and loneliness?”

“Sure.”

“You deserve better, Princess.”

You sigh and shake your head, “I will be married off to a rice man from back east. I will be able to live the life that I’ve become accustomed to.” He’d probably believe you more if you didn’t sound like you were trying to convince yourself.

“But you’ll be alone.”

“What other option do I have, Hunter? It’s not like someone’s going to swoop in and save me. You know my parents already have the Sheriff on their side. Even if I were to run away, he’d just return me right to them.”

Hunter is quiet for a moment, but you can feel his heavy gaze on your face, “You’ve already thought it through?”

“Of course I have. You think I want this?” You turn your head to scowl at him, “There are no options for me that result in me being allowed to be happy. Not one.”

He’s quiet again, and you think, for a moment, that the conversation is done. But then he suddenly sits up from where he had been slowly leaning back to lay down. “I have an option for you.”

“Do you?” You ask, more sarcastic than you should have been.

“Marry me.”

Your head snaps towards him, and you stare at him, jaw dropped, in absolute silence for a whole minute.

To his credit, he doesn’t even look uncomfortable at your stare.

“I mean it, Princess. Even your folks won’t cross the Fetts.”

“Because you’re so close to being Outlaws, you might as well already be one.” You remind him.

“That’s not a no.” Hunter says with a grin as he leans in towards you, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

You really should slap him for being so familiar with you, but this is Hunter. “That’s because there are, about, a million reasons why it’s a terrible idea. And I’m trying to decide which one I should start with.”

He leans even closer, and you can feel your face burn as his breath washes over your skin, “Give me one reason that has nothing to do with other people.”

You hesitate, “I’m just going to bring trouble to your family.” You finally say, “Everyone is going to assume that you stole me—”

“I really don’t care about everyone.” Hunter says easily, “What do you want?”

“There’s more to marriage than a mutual attraction.” You reply.

“There’s more to us than just a mutual attraction.” Hunter counters, “Come on, Princess. Say yes. Say yes, and I promise that you’ll be happy.”

You want that. You want it so badly that it makes your heart ache.

And Hunter knows it.

“Come on, beautiful.” His lips brush against yours, “I might not be able to buy you those fancy dresses or jewels that you wear. But I can make you happy.”

“I hate the dresses and jewelry,” You whisper against his lips.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I want to be loved.” You say, immediately.

And Hunter smiles at you, “What makes you think that I don’t love you?”

“You never said—” You trail off as his lips close over yours in a proper kiss, stealing your words with ease.

“We can take Rudy and Sylvester with us.” Hunter promises against your lips, “I will make you happy, Princess. My Princess. Just say yes.”

You curl your fingers around the loose material of his shirt, and, just before he kisses you again, you whisper, “Yes.”

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crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf · 10 months ago

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“Commander… I've hit a snag,”

Echo x F!Reader One Shot

Summary:

Sometimes you just make unwise decisions in your navigation, and tonight is one of those nights. Taking a detour on your way to meet some friends leads you into the path of someone new, and changes all your plans for the evening.

WC: 3,653 - Read on Ao3

Content Warning:

Smut. Thigh Riding, Oral (m and f recieving, over panties), unprotected PiV, cum in mouth, clothes tearing, Casual sex, Drinking, Strip Poker Sabacc...

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The sound of boots thumping against corrugated metal echoed loudly behind you as you tore through the dark dock.

Kark Kark Kark, trespassing is SO not worth it.

So much for a short cut. You were just trying to slip through the shipping cargo to get to the bar your friends were meeting at. They were trying a new spot and this seemed like a convenient straight way through. Till the guards spotted you… immediately

You had already snagged your stockings squeezing through the fence and now your coat is dirty. The tight, short pencil skirt was just riding up your thighs, not meant to be jogged in like this you felt it tug your already runny tights as it refused to stay in place. Definitely not worth the twenty minutes you saved cutting through.

You were trying to control your breathing against the fire starting in your lungs.

No good, I'm gonna have to try to hide.

You darted between the tight rows of tall crates. Lucky, the door of one was standing ajar. Diving into it you quickly pull the door closed with a sharp snap.

“Wait!”

You jump, skin going cold as a figure rushes through the dark to slam the door of the crate. There was a clicking whine coming from the lock and the shadow was cursing. The voice was masculine, and he hit the door again with an odd sounding clang.

“Kark!... Karken… Kriff me.”

You were frozen, scared stiff at the sudden aggressor so near to you and the implications of his fluster.

Did… did I just lock us in?

Speaking of us,

“Commander… I've hit a snag,”

A blue light reflected off a sleek helmet visor as the stranger spoke into their comlink.

“The timing bolts have activated. I'm disarming the explosives.”

Explosives?!

A voice crackled through the channel,

“Copy… what happened. Will you still make the rendezvous?”

The helmed figure seemed to look up at you,

“Affirmative, just a delay. The plan still holds…”

You glanced about the container in a mild panic. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you were able to make out the faint blink of strategically placed devices around the container. The panic became something more cold and gripping. Those were explosives.

“What the Kark! Who the Kark are you?”

The man jumped as if he hadn't expected you to move, let alone shout. A glint off the helmet in the dim light as he stooped to tap at the blinking devices strapped to the walls. He didn't answer. Maybe you didn't want to know.

You fumbled for your mini pack, finding the lumenproj. You clicked the little ball and it lit up, hovering in place to cast shadows around the small container.

Your new companion froze and you heard the thump of boots approach as the guards that were pursuing you passed by. He breathed again, finally turning to consider his other problem… you. A sudden apprehension gripped you. It was obvious he wasn't supposed to be here, and no one was supposed to know about it.

You tensed, expecting an attack… but he just sighed, slumping against the wall.

“Better get comfortable,”

He reached up with his hand, you're now seeing he had just the one, to click the helmet off the fasteners on his head. Your eyes widened at the familiar face that came into view.

“You're a clone!”

“Is that a problem?”

“What is a clone doing planting explosives on a military dock?!”

You clenched your jaw suddenly. You didn't want to know. You wanted to pretend you never saw any of this. This wasn't the kind of thing that led to a long life.

Maker's mercy he didn't answer again.

“Look, these crates are fitted with timing locks. Even if someone came for us they wouldn't be able to access the door again for…”

He paced to the door, popping a small hinged panel to check a display… sighing again.

“Eight hours.”

“Eight hours!”

You had places to be, there was no way you were gonna stay stuck in a crate for eight hours,

“Hey!”

You shouted, running to the door to start hammering against it.

Before you could even make contact an arm wrapped roughly about your middle, hard plastic managing to bite into you through the thick layers. A hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off any protest.

“DON'T… do that. Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, but you can't do that… okay?”

You nodded and he released you.

“I just said it was useless. All you'd manage is to get us killed.”

“So what, we just sit here?”

He nodded, sliding down the wall to sit. You scrutinized the clone that had apparently given up. His skin was pale, sunken over his cheek and brow. Metal and plastic attachments adorned his skull, wrapped around his ears and of course… the arm, replaced with a droid scomp. Once you got past what made him different you could see the familiar handsome clone features that appeared around Coruscant. Broad of shoulder, slim but sturdy waistline.

At least there's scenery…

The thought made you smirk as you slid down the opposite wall, carefully between the rigged explosives. Your eyes followed the complicated web of devices attached about the container. It must have taken ages to set up the walls… All for, what? There was nothing in the crate.

Your eyes finally meandered back around to fall on the soldier again, catching him eyeing you back. Awkward.

You pulled you pack over, sighing,

“You play sabacc?”

His face brightened a little as he saw you withdraw an old, worn card deck and a flask from your belongings.

“What're we playing for?”

He was eager, but his face fell when he tapped his belt only to find a few broken data sticks and a defunct Republic credit.

You thought about missing out with your friends, all excited for a new hot spot and what you had already planned on for the evening. Lifting a brow to your captive company,

“Clothes?”

~~~

This just wasn't fair. You glowered at the man smirking down at his fan of cards. He was cool as could be, sprawled back against the wall with a knee up, staring down his extended leg at the cards on the floor.

Looking back down, you eyed your shyte hand and bit back a swear.

You hadn't won a single hand, and despite your layers you now sat topless with your mini pack worn backwards to guard your dignity.

About half the flask was gone, and your flush was hard to think through as you tried to formulate a strategy with the cards you were dealt. You played one. He set another down without hesitation… but…

Tentatively you played the card you were holding back, eyeing what was layed on the floor.

“Ha! Got you… kriffing finally…”

He smirked playfully,

“What should I give you?”

You spotted the glint in his eye, the amused tilt of his brow…

“You let me win, didn't you?”

“No! Course not,”

“Oh you did! You liar!”

You batted at his knee jokingly but winced when your knuckles struck metal. He chuckled, shifting his legs a little wider as he pulled his knee away.

“Either way, you won… what do you want?”

Was it just you or was it getting hotter in here? His eyes were following you as you moved, darting down occasionally as the curve of a breast edged around the small pack hanging over your chest.

“Do those come off?”

You defused the mounting tension, throwing him off guard by motioning at his earpiece.

“Yeah… can't hear without it though…”

He clicked it off, handing the surprisingly heavy piece to you. His ears were exposed, scarred and twisted, the damage of high heat and soft flesh. You resisted the urge to reach out and touch the ragged scarring, instead looking over the circuitry of the device in your hands.

“I change my mind, you should keep your hearing…”

He made a gesture towards his ear and shrugged, slacking his face into an exaggerated clueless expression. You snickered,

“You're kind of cute you know that?”

His eyebrows flew up and you smacked his leg again handing back the headpiece.

“You said you couldn't hear anything”

He chuckled, snapping the device back onto his ears,

“I can still read lips,”

Your fluster was mostly show, but you still felt the need to get back at him a little. You grabbed his hand.

“I'm taking this instead.”

Slowly, you tugged the fabric of his glove from his pointer finger, letting the fabric slide off on its own from the gentle coax. The article was surprisingly soft, the color that of a rich, fermented nectar that was so vivid in the dim light it made your mouth water.

His hand hung in the air where it was freed from the fabric, strong fingers, clean nails. For just a glove that felt more… intimate than you anticipated. He closed his fist drawing his arm to himself and started breathing again, reminding you to do the same.

But not for long. It might have been the drink, or the heat, or the sharp cut of his jawline but like a compulsion you crawled forward and brushed your lips against his. You drew back a breadth, biting the ghostly tickle on your lip from where they made contact; waiting for his response.

Calmly, his hand brushed up your arm to cup the bicep. He pulled you off balance from how you knelt over him so that your lips pressed more firmly together. There was a coolness to them, and his nose where it brushed your face… in comparison, you'd imagine you felt like fire.

You settled over his extended leg, leaning against his chest to squish the pack between you. He pulled back to look down at the bag with a cocked eyebrow. Flicking his gaze back to meet yours, he cautiously raised his hand to hook the strap. Scomp twirling through the opposite side, he pulled the pack from your shoulders to fall below your breasts.

“Cheater… you didn't win that one.”

His smirk was a little sloppy, not taking you too seriously with your nipples hardening under his gaze; it contrasted the polite timber in his voice,

“My apologies, Ma’am, what penalties should I pay?”

“Hmm… that's quite the debt,”

You ran your hands under the edges of the breast plate, finding the little magnetic locks. You popped them with a sharp click, claiming the armor for yourself.

“This for starters…”

You ran your hands over the looser knit the armor was hiding, feeling hard bumps down the center of his chest as you found your way to his belt buckle. Another soft click and the leather attachments about his hips fell away.

Pausing here, you leaned back onto his chest pressing your breasts against the soft sweater still separating your skin. You gave him a firm kiss, tugging where the shirt was tucked into his waistband. He mumbled against your lips, the low tone vibrating through where you were pressed to him.

“How much do I still owe?”

“Oh, a lot still… I might have to take all of it, leave you naked on the docks.”

He snorted at the image and admittedly lame drunken flirting. Your composer broke too,

“Kark it, just help me get this off you,”

He froze when he felt your tug on his clothes become insistent.

“What, what's wrong?”

“I just… didn't think it'd go this far …”

You tilted your head, sitting topless on his thigh,

“Where'd you think this was going?”

He shrugged and you shoved the flask back into his hand before reaching down to tug at the fasteners to his pants. You heard a slosh and a gulp as he took a large swig before casting it aside to help remove his pauldron and gauntlet.

Tugging the hem of the sweater up with a broad lift of his arms, you drank in more of that deep red as the undershirt came into view. He didn't have much room to maneuver between you and the wall and the sweater got caught on his chin, arms up with no leverage to get out of the sleeves. He had trapped himself and sighed deeply.

Stifling a giggle you slip your thumb into the neck hem under his chin, pulling it up over his wide nose… but not freeing him. You teased his lips with yours, brushing your nose against his. He held his breath and you kissed him, stealing it away from him as your tongue darted across his.

Your hands slid under the red tank, pulling it up to his collarbone. With his chest exposed he shrank a little, at your mercy with his arms caught… unless he made a fuss, which tellingly, he wasn't. Using your fingertips you traced back down his slim pecks, over the studs you had felt earlier and he shivered.

“Does that hurt?”

“No, just… tickles.”

“Tickle good or tickle bad?”

“Uh… b-”

You leaned down, licking the scarred skin along the side of one of the protrusions.

“Ah!.. uh… I dunno.”

“Hm,”

You shifted lower on his thigh to be more even with his chest. Carefully, you pressed your mouth over one of the bolts, warming the metal with your lips. The skin under you twitched while the man considered the sensation.

“ ...That feels nice,”

You moved to the parallel one, warming it too as you brushed your fingers down his sternum, prominent through his pale skin.

His leg under you trembled, bumping the soft mound under your panties where you straddled his thigh. You gasped softly at the contact through your thin stockings. Though the drink had you in action, you hadn't really felt how much this was turning you on. The light brush felt good.

The sound made the man under you tense, once more moving to try to free his arms.

“Help me out of this.”

You obliged moving up again, subtly pressing against his leg as you grabbed the sweater and tugged it up. You sighed together as his arms came free and he wrapped his live arm about your hips pulling you down to grind harder against his leg making you moan more honestly.

You took the invitation to move against him, whimpering at the needy pressure building between your legs as his eyes took you in. His scomp was tracing the outline of your breast, gently pressing the soft flesh to show off its cleave against your chest. He pulled you in, kissing and caressing where the skin folded, nuzzling his cold nose against the crease.

Your own thigh was rubbing against his groin as you rode his leg, you could feel him hardening under the open fly. Wanting it, you reached through the open slacks to retrieve him, making his throat catch as your warm fingers stroked against him.

“I need to get these tights off…”

Your free hand reached down, trying to get an angle on the waistband under your skirt. Instead, you were pushed up to stand while he rose to his knees, spinning your position so your back hit the wall. You were suddenly very aware of the twists of wire and blinking detonators to your sides.

“Careful, I don't fancy getting blown up…”

He shrugged,

“It's not so bad after the first time.”

You could feel your face scrunch slightly not sure whether to laugh,

“That… explains some things”

He grinned, then reached up grabbing a handful of your tights, piercing them with his scomp. Tearing through the new hole he ripped the tights up through the groin. Your thong had already been visible through the translucent fabric, but now he could see how turned on you were; the light from the lumenproj glinting off your slick thighs and damp underthings. He ran his tongue up the exposed, tender skin of your inner legs, tasting you, making you pant,

“Krriffff…”

Your leg twitched at the feeling of his tongue passing over your flesh, flicking at the sensitive skin at the joint of your hip… so very close to your panty line. Your breath stopped and you focused on him to realize he was staring back.

Sure your attention was on him, he leaned back in, nuzzling his nose against the fabric covering you to feel the shape of you underneath. A sharp whine escaped you as you felt his mouth press against your panties, tongue flashing out to massage the folds beneath. His hand drifted up to the thong’s band, twisting it to tighten the material against you; defining the shape more clearly. He continued licking, hard fast presses that dampened the fabric further, forcing sobs of need from your throat.

Needing more you bucked back, hands cautiously finding their way to his ear pieces and then, taking hold of them. He hardened his tongue against you letting you use him to rub just right…

Your knees buckled and he caught you before you slid too far down the wall. You leaned against the cool metal gasping.

“You okay?”

False concern, he wasn't able to mask the pride tinging the baritone whispered into your thigh.

“I'm fine… good, even…”

He chuckled,

“Good.”

He moved to stand, pushing you more upright. His scomp was guiding your leg up, slinging your knee over the attachment as he jabbed the point through the thin plate of the wall into the insulation. You balanced on your other foot, slightly on tiptoe with how high he pinned your calf.

You noticed him tugging the undershirt back down and made a small noise of protest.

“Shh, sorry, I don't want to catch your skin,”

He pressed against you claiming your mouth and you dropped the complaint, wrapping your arms about his shoulders. The soft fabric felt nice against your chest, cushioning the bolts punctuating his ribs. His lips distracted you further but it wasn't long before your attention was drawn to the hard cock pressing against your covered quim. He pulled back to look at you, fingers slowly trailing up your thigh, waiting for a protest that didn't come. He slid his thumb under the hem of the thong and slipped it to the side.

No hesitation, he guided himself to your entrance, penetrating slowly and making you squirm. Once he was in enough to not slip his hand found new purchase under your ass, lifting your other leg and straightening your hips. He sank further, finally hitting his pelvis against yours with a satisfying thump and a sigh of relief.

You pulled him to you, kissing him fervently to spurn his hips into action. He groaned into your mouth as his muscles flexed under your fingers and he moved. His slight form scooped against you, a long passionate stroke as he slowly withdrew from your body just to slam home again.

You cried out, head falling back with the jolt of pleasure. His lips found his way to your neck so conveniently thrust towards him and you leaned your cheek against his sharp brow. Your body shook with his rutting, hips hitting the wall you were suspended against. Hot breath was panted into your neck, the drink and teasing having him already skirting the edge of pleasure.

Using what leverage you had, you pushed on his shoulders, lifting your hips to meet his, helping him get you there too. You bit into him, muffling a cry as you went over, coming against him.

“I'm close too,”

He was breathy, lost in the feel of you.

“Should I…?”

You considered through your haze a moment,

“You should… in my mouth,”

His breath hitched and he released you, pulling his scomp from the wall and catching your arm to guide you to your knees.

You quickly took him in your mouth, tasting yourself on his shaft and he groaned, grinding against your tongue. He was stroking his length, so you reached up to cup his balls feeling them twitch and tighten as he finally came. The hot, bitter tang filled your mouth and you struggled to swallow it down around his cock still twitching and bucking between your lips.

He sank into the wall, resting his forehead on his arm while his scomp hung limply. His eyes, half lidded, stayed on you underneath him as you found the discarded flask and took a swig, swishing it around before swallowing,

“How much time left?”

“Hmm?”

“Till we can unlock the door?”

He blinked, tapping something on his wrist,

“Six and a half hours…”

“Kriff me.”

“Again?”

~~~

The fresh air tasted sweet, but his saliva was on your lips all the sweeter and it was all you could think about as you walked out into the corridor of tall, stacked metal. You turned to him before you could part ways,

“Do you have a personal com?”

“No.”

Answered flat, but then he met your gaze and corrected,

“Not yet.”

You searched your pack, pulling out a tube of lipstick. Rolling the hem over where his scomp connected to skin, you wrote your name and channel right above the scarring. Flicking your eyes back to his golden ones,

“Don't smudge it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He paused, staring at you a moment more before slipping his helmet back on and starting off in the other direction.

“Wait!”

You recoiled at the way your voice reverberated off the metal crates and instead jogged towards him a little.

“Wait… what's your name?”

He turned back, giving a small salute,

“I'm Echo,”

~~~

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Terrorist attack on Coruscant!

Strategic storage facilities of the Imperial army have been targeted by violent insurgents, his excellen-

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“Hey… hey, hey you okay?”

You blinked at the hand your friend was waving in front of your face.

“Huh, what?”

“You good? You were just staring at the news smiling like a maniac,”

“Oh! Uh… my mind was somewhere else…”

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justaparsec94 · 10 months ago

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Clone Fic Masterlist

Echo

The Night We Met Echo x OFC (multi chapter)

Life Day Echo x fem!Reader

Fox

Exile Fox x Riyo Chuchi (multi chapter)

Wolffe

Five Times Wolffe x OFC (multi chapter)

Strings Wolffe x fem!Reader *NSFW

Noctis One Shot - No Pairings

In the End One Shot - No Pairings

Exchange Wolffe x fem!Reader

Crosshair

Flower Crosshair x Reader

Sniper Crosshair x fem!Reader

Reunion Crosshair x fem!Reader *NSFW

Firsts Crosshair x fem!Reader

Sleep Crosshair x fem!Reader

Hyperspace Crosshair x fem!Reader

Hunter

Feeling Hunter xJedi!Reader

Wounded Hunter x fem!Reader

Celebration Hunter x fem!Reader

Tech

Company Tech x Reader

Three Words Tech x fem!Reader

Fives

The Bet Fives x Reader

Tickle Fives x fem!Reader

Surprise Fives x Reader

Rex

Revelations Rex x fem!Reader

Under A Blanket of Stars One Shot - No Pairings

Noctis One Shot - No Pairings

Howzer

Arrival Howzer x Reader

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thesith · 1 year ago

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— You Deserve Better

crosshair x f!reader (friends with benefits) —> hunter x reader

this is a one shot

warnings: 18+, nsfw, PinV, sexual themes, mentions of FwB (friends with benefits), crosshair’s a fuck boy

notes: she/her pronouns. some characters might be slightly ooc (crosshair is an ass…). implied jedi!reader, pre!echo. mentions of reader being used for her body. has not been proofread/edited yet!

“Cross-”

He loved the way his name fell from your lips, the pleasure made evident from his aggressive thrusts and the moans that elicited from his throat. His pace quickened, leaving you more breathless than before.

Those moments spent with Crosshair weren’t rare, as you’d lived together on the Marauder for almost a year now, but they were wordless (save for each other’s names and the occasional “you feel so good”) and otherwise not very emotional. You knew he just saw you as a good and quick fuck, no matter if you wanted it to be more.

Every some-odd days when Crosshair needed to blow off steam, he’d come to you and work it off - everybody on the crew knew about the arrangement and what “refresher” meant in your context, whether it was by overhearing in one of your sessions (ahem, Hunter), trying to use the bathroom while occupied, or, if you’re Wrecker, still being completely clueless as to where the two of you go after particularly rough missions.

You settled in the co-pilot’s seat next to Hunter and placed your face in your hands, “What am I supposed to do? He likes me, he likes me not.”

Your muffled words were understood by Hunter, who subsequently placed a hand on your shoulder, “I think you should just tell him.”

“But does he feel the same?”

Hunter knew the answer, but was hesitant to reveal his findings to you. He heard whenever your heart skipped a beat near him or whether it was that time, yet Crosshair had no tells of being interested in you as more than a friend. “I’m not sure,” was all Hunter could get out before you interrupted him.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, Hunter. I’ve already prepared myself for the worst - no need to beat around the bush.”

”Then, no. He doesn’t - at least not that I can tell. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t falter at his words like expected, just silently sobbed into your hands with his fingers rubbing shapes on your upper back. “Thank you for being honest, Hunter.”

”If it hurts you this much, why stay?” He questioned, eyeing your hunched form, “He makes you cry, General.”

You took a minute to collect yourself before responding, “I… I think he’ll hate me if I say anything. If I express how I feel, will he even care? I’m just a fuck-toy to him - wherever he wants, whenever he wants.”

“You deserve so much better.”

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You were back on Coruscant’s ecumenopolis when you heard something unusual coming from Crosshair’s room - it wasn’t an intruder or anything, just noises you’d only heard during explicit holomovies.

“Mmh-! Don’t stop!”

Oh.

The realization came sooner than it left - he was sleeping with someone else. Someone who wasn’t you. You walked away from his door and down the hall before comming Hunter that you’d be coming over. When you arrived he was already waiting by his doorframe.

“What happened, cyar’ika?” Concern filled his words while watching your frame come closer. Your hunched body, your sniffles, your tears. Only one thing had made you cry like this, “Crosshair again?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his toned torso, begging for his comforting embrace. He promptly returned the hug and pulled you into his room, setting you on his bed. Moonlight poured through the window, highlighting your tear-stained cheeks.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes, yeah?” He motioned to your going-out clothes, understanding how uncomfortable they must be. “I should have a set of civvie clothes - they might be large though.”

He handed you a pair of sweatpants along with a t-shirt, “You can shower if you’d like. I don’t have anything like your shampoo, though.”

You expressed your thanks before heading into the washroom, ready to wash yourself off. You started with your hair before trailing down to your body, the scent of Hunter’s body wash taking over your senses.

After you finished your shower and changed, you exited the refresher to be met with Hunter’s unclothed torso. You quickly averted your eyes, “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” True, but most of the time it’s not in his own quarters, “You can look now, Cyar’ika.”

You sat back on his bed, now more comfortable than before, and looked out the window. Coruscant felt so… huge. You felt like a speck of sand on this planet - the bustling planet-wide city, the speeders racing toward their destination.

“So,” He started while taking in your appearance on his bed, “what happened?”

You set your hand on your thigh, gripping Hunter’s pants - just the thought of Crosshair irritated you. “After I was done at the temple, I went by his room.”

Hunter was confused - how could your endeavors with his brother be bad? “Okay, and?”

“And he was fucking another girl, Hunter.”

He moved to sit next to you and placed an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his warmth. No words were said by the man, but none needed to be. You just needed comfort, and he was there to provide it.

Some time during the night you fell asleep in Hunter’s embrace, as you were startled awake by his communicator beeping.

“Hunter,” He spoke unhappily, obviously still tired. He wiped the sleep from his face, evidently used to these wake-up calls.

The voice that came from the other line was surprising, “Do you know where our General is?”

Crosshair’s voice held no concern, his silvery voice uncaring over the line. You felt Hunter’s gaze rise to meet you, to which you shook your head. You didn’t want Crosshair to know your location, and you certainly didn’t want to see him.

“No, why would I?” Hunter easily lied into his communicator. There was a click from the other side of the line - Cross’ line was on, he just wasn’t speaking.

“You’re her best friend,” the voice finally came, “She isn’t answering her comm.”

You gave Hunter a knowing look, “Maybe she forgot it on the Marauder? Or maybe she’s meditating?”

“Sure.”

After Hunter placed his communicator on his nightstand, you nestled back into his side to enjoy his warmth. He was a comfortable person to be around (and even more comfortable to cuddle with.) You always found solace in being around him - whether it’s in battle or close quarters, he was a rock for you to ground yourself with.

A knock on the door. There was a knock on the door. Luckily you couldn’t see the bed from the door, so when Hunter opened it to come face-to-face with his brothers they couldn’t see your silent form.

“Are you aware of the General’s whereabouts?” Tech asked, “She is not answering her personal communicator.”

“She might be in trouble!” Wrecker added, concern lacing his voice.

Hunter raked a hand through his bandana-less hair, “She’s fine. Just taking a personal day.”

“So she answers your comms but not mine?” The sniper replied, obviously irritated by your bias toward his brother.

It took all of Hunter’s energy not to scowl at his brother, “Yes.”

“Noted.”

The conversation ended shortly after with his brothers finally leaving, allowing you to get up to stretch. You hadn’t slept that well in awhile - you weren’t sure if it was due to not being on the ship or something else, but it was refreshing.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The next time you were alone with Crosshair, you didn’t spend it like you normally would.

“So, was she good?”

Probably not the best conversation starter on your end, but Crosshair definitely reacted to it - good.

His eyes narrowed onto you before smirking, “Which one?”

You lost the upper hand and your face faltered - he was trying to get a rise out of you and it worked, much to your dismay. You turned your back to the sniper to calm yourself down. “I don’t think we should do that anymore.”

“Do what, Princess?”

You could feel the arrogance radiating from him, “You know what, asshole.” You took a deep breath before turning to face him again, “I need to do what’s best for me.”

“And getting your guts rearranged isn’t what’s best for you?” The smirk on his face was prominent as he thought of his next words, “your moaning says otherwise, Princess.”

“I cared about you, Crosshair, and you’re treating me like a fucking joke. I thought we were exclusive - I thought you cared for me past just the sex.” You vented your frustrations to him, well-knowing that he wouldn’t care.

He clicked his tongue to the top of his mouth, “You can’t just make assumptions, General.”

“I’m done.” You turned to walk in a different direction before feeling Cross’ hand on your arm, “Let me go, Crosshair. I said that I’m done.”

”I’ll do better. You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

That statement was the absolute last straw with him - you were right, he didn’t care about you past the sex. You yanked your arm away from him and finally took your leave, which somehow ended with being in the cockpit with Hunter.

You didn’t even greet the man before getting into it, “I can’t fucking believe him, Hunter!” You puffed out an angry breath, “He’s such an ass, I don’t know what I see in him.”

Hunter turned to your pacing self, “You like seeing the best in people. Did he not take it well?”

You rolled your eyes, “He told me he’d ‘do better’ because my ‘pussy is the best he’s ever had.’” You could feel Hunter growing angrier at the way you were treated by his brother, “He only ever cared about the sex. I should leave his ass for dead next mission, don’t you think?”

“He’s an idiot, but he’s my brother, General,” he inspected your angry face, “I’m not happy with him right now either, but I wouldn’t leave him for dead.”

You knew how much Hunter cared for his family, so you tempered your frustration. You mumbled an apology and walked out of the cockpit, opting to sit in the unused gunner’s mount. You closed your eyes, opting to meditate as your usual source of venting didn’t exist anymore.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The next day, you found yourself in the gunner’s mount yet again - this time, not alone.

“Should I go back to him, Wrecker?” You asked the friendly giant, not wanting to bother Hunter with more of your issues. “I just feel so stupid.”

“Go back to who?” He asked, snacking on a rations bar. “You were with someone?”

Your face remained blank as you blinked at him - of course Wrecker didn’t know, he couldn’t read between the lines. “Never mind.”

“When I’m sad, blowing something up always helps!” He tried to console you, though to no avail.

You remained stoic, “Would you like me to blow up the Marauder while in hyperspace, Wrecker?”

“My Lula helps when I can’t blow something up. I’ll go get her.”

You could feel his presence leaving and another coming - Hunter. You opted to stay silent until he spoke, not sure of his reasoning for approaching you.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted that way - you were venting, I know you’d never leave Cross like that.” Hunter sat next to you, shoulder touching yours. “I shouldn’t have listened to your conversation with Wrecker, but you shouldn’t go back to him, General. It’s Crosshair. He’s not going to change, and you’re gonna be left more heartbroken than before.”

“What do you suggest I do then, Sergeant?”

He paused as if contemplating his words before speaking, “Focus on somebody who loves you and feels something for you - somebody who isn’t going to use you for your body.”

You turned to look him in the eyes, a new emotion overcoming them, “Do you know anybody like that, Hunter?”

“Hm, let me think about it.” His face moved closer to yours and placed a hand on the nape of your neck, stopping centimeters before meeting your lips, “If you don’t want this, tell me.”

Your heartbeat quickened as you took the initiative into your own hands, kissing him with the passion you neglected with his brother. You tangled a hand in his hair to deepen the kiss. Hunter groaned into your mouth as his other hand made its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You straddled the Sergeant and bucked your hips, feeling him under his codpiece. You grinded into him, an unsolicited moan coming from your mouth.

He unlatched his lips from yours, panting “Do you want to do this? If I continue I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

You answered him with your lips against his, never thinking once about his silver haired brother.

Maybe Crosshair was just a stand-in for the man you truly wanted - Hunter.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

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