Soooo... Crosshair and his dear getting busy in that bunk, huh? 👀 Let's explore that more. Our sniper puts one hand over her mouth and the other between her legs and just whispers filth in her ear. How quiet cam she be expected to be?
Oh Anon, let's explore!!! Poor girl just wanted time with Crosshair, but after what the other's said, he's a little worked up.
You're Gonna Be Okay Pt. II (Part I here)
Rating: M (18+)
Pairing: Crosshair x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sex (PiV, unprotected [WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT]), dirty talk, fingering, topping clones (lol)
Crosshair shifted closer to you, snaking a hand around your waist. His bottom half grinding up against you. A familiar hardness dragging up and down.
The boys were still up with Tech in the cockpit, their words echoing in both of your minds
“Even I can hear what’s going on!”
“You can be rather loud sometimes.”
A hand slipped down to your thigh, finger nails running cool, down your side before flipping to have those same fingers squeeze up to your hips.
Crosshair’s other hand came up to your neck, his head leaned in close to whisper in your ear.
“I suppose we’ll have to be quiet.”
You whined as he cupped your entrance through your pants. Fingers running teasingly closest to where you needed them most.
The hand up at your neck came to cover your mouth, achingly he dug his hips to your backside.
“Shhh darling, we can’t make a sound.” He rolled your pants down, allowing you to kick them off.
“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel you writhe against me.”
You sank back against him, hoping for more friction.
“So needy.” He whispered.
You responded by grabbing one of his hands and guiding it past your underwear to your wet folds.
Crosshair hissed. Moving the hand at your mouth, he yanked all of his undergarments off, casting them aside with your own. His freed cock now rubbing against your ass.
Two of his fingers were working you, but not quite to where you wanted.
You arched your back and adjusted your hips in an attempt to get the angle you wanted, but felt another hand still you by gripping your waist with bruising strength.
“Not yet.” He whispered.
You whined again.
A hand flew out quickly and slapped over your mouth.
“What did I say about making noise?” He hissed.
You dared to dart out your tongue to the hand silencing you, tasting your own arousal on the fingers.
Now it was Crosshair who let out a guttural moan.
You stifled a giggle, about to make a smart-ass remark, when he grabbed you and hoisted you up and over to straddle him.
“Shut up.” He whispered looking up at you with smoldering eyes.
“I thought you said no noise.” You responded coyly.
His response was to raise his hips up, his erection meeting your soaked underwear.
Your gazes met, daring each other to make the first sound.
He smirked, not breaking your gaze.
His fingers hooked around the offending clothing, “Are these important?” He whispered.
You shook your head no.
A rare grin broke out on his face, finding the seams, he tore them and yanked the material away from you.
“Much better.” He said softly, rubbing himself against your now dripping cunt.
It took everything in you not to make a sound and fisted your hands into the fabric covering his chest.
Crosshair placed one hand on your hip and the other against your cheek.
You leaned into his touch, the look shared between the two of you full of love and want.
Wordlessly, you raised up and he guided his member to your entrance.
A moment passed, he nodded and you sank onto him.
If either of you thought that not making a sound before was difficult, it was nothing compared to that moment.
Crosshair’s teeth sunk into his lips, attempting to silence any sounds coming from him. His hips jerked upwards to meet yours.
Fearing you wouldn’t be able to stay silent, you crashed your mouth against his.
Continuing to thrust up into you, his hands came to capture the sides of your face forcing your mouth to stay with his.
The only noises coming from the two of you were the sounds of hips snapping and thrusting and kisses becoming more and more erratic.
Hands moved back to your waist, effectively gluing you to him. You placed hot open mouth kisses along his neck.
Daring to break the silence, with one hand, he gripped your chin forcing eye contact.
“I need you to say it,” he hissed quietly.
You quirked your head to the side and achingly slow, you circled your hips.
Crosshair gritted his teeth, holding in a moan.
His pace slowed, matching yours “Say it.”
You smiled and brought your face closer to his, “I’m yours Crosshair.”
It was barely a whisper, but enough to send him over the edge.
One hand fisted in the bunk sheets, the other your hip and you watched him come undone.
Watching him and feeling thrust deeper into you was enough to have an orgasm shudder through your entire body.
Coming down from your high, your body fell limply on top of him.
A quiet chuckle came from Crosshair’s chest.
Very slowly, he pulled out from you, slick coating both of your thighs.
He pressed a kiss to your temple and ran a hand from the top of your head down your back.
Shifting you to his side momentarily, he grabbed the discarded blanket from earlier in the evening. He tugged you back on top of him and tucked the blanket it over the two of you.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the closeness of him, his hands running softly all over you. Your breathing slowed to match his.
You heard footsteps as two Batchers came into the bunk room.
“See, they can be quiet.” Tech whispered.
“More quiet than normally.” Hunter retorted.
Crosshair’s body stiffened under you.
Raising yourself slightly and turning to face them, you locked eyes with Hunter.
“I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing how quiet we can be.” You said.
Crosshair chuckled again while Hunter glared at you. Tech’s cheeks were flushed.
“We’ll get you some earplugs Sarge.” Crosshair said.
Tech couldn’t help but snort before Hunter’s glare fell on him.
“Goodnight!” You said, laying yourself back on Crosshair.
His arms circled your waist. “Goodnight.” He whispered.
“GOODNIGHT!” You heard Wrecker yell and then laugh from all the way up from the cockpit.
“Guess we weren’t as quiet as we thought.” Crosshair whispered in your ear.
“Certainly not. Now please, actually get some REST.” Hunter said annoyedly.
You smiled to yourself, settling back into Crosshair allowing sleep to whisk you away.
Warnings: T, **panic/anxiety attack** (both occurring and mentioned), angst, fluff, mentioned sexual acts/sexual implications
A/N: just some “thots” with our boy helping you through something, mildly a self insert. I feel Crosshair would be very understanding of this sort of thing.
You gripped the arm of your flight seat tightly, your eyes shut and teeth grinding together.
Images from earlier, the rude things said to you, the nervousness began mounting. You dug your fingernails further into the meta arm. Sweat began to gather at your brow. Blood was rushing in your ears, making it hard to hear the outside world.
Over and over the same scene played out. You felt paralyzed with fear and shame. Reliving your worst feelings and nightmares.
“Darling,” a voice whispered softly in your ear.
You felt a soft hand on top of yours. Your pulse fluttered.
Slowly, the voices and memories began to fade as the hand on top of yours ran their fingertips along yours.
“Hey. It’s okay.” Crosshair’a voice said quietly as he felt you relax back into the seat.
Your eyes blinked open and you saw the flight deck empty, except for him leaning next to you.
“Where’s Tech?” You asked, trying to pushing back the bad thoughts.
“He’ll be back in a minute.” He squatted down so he could look up at you. “Are you alright?”
You nodded, but didn’t quite catch his gaze, looking out at the space traveling by in the front window.
He studied you, narrowing his gaze, not fully believing you were okay.
“Hey,” he grabbed a hand and placed his under and over yours, “Look at me.”
You did, his amber gaze softened.
The vision of him blurred as tears began to well up in your eyes.
You surged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, cradling him close.
“Shhh.” He said, taking his time to encircle your waist and run gentle traces up and down your back.
Only the sound of your soft sobs and his hand against the fabric of your outfit echoed in the cockpit.
A light knock at the entry way broke you both apart from each other.
“Ac-hem.” Tech cleared his throat as quietly as possible. Not making eye contact with either of you.
Without a word, Crosshair reached under your knees and scooped you up.
“Hook your legs around me.” He instructed.
After doing so, he shifted you to one side of his hip, one hand bracing you underneath the other wrapping around your shoulder.
For such a gangly and lanky man, Crosshair was remarkably strong.
Tech shuffled past the two of you, nodding to Crosshair, and sat back in the pilot seat.
“Let’s get you more comfortable.” Crosshair murmured in your ear, carrying you to the bunks of the Marauder.
The other Bad Batch members must have been elsewhere because all the bunks were unoccupied. Crosshair sat you down on the bottom-most one.
You looked up at him sorrowfully. He placed a kiss to your temple.
“One moment.” He said before disappearing further into the ship.
When he returned, he held a blanket in one hand a glass of water in the other.
“Drink.” He said extending the glass to you.
You gratefully accepted, crying was quick to dehydrate you, and watched him unfold the blanket and sit next to you.
Tucking one side of the blanket against his body, he used the rest to wrap around you, effectively securing you to his side.
He squeezed your shoulder softly.
You looked down at your feet, “thank you,” you said quietly.
“You looked like you could have ripped off an arm of the chair.” He said.
“I was...having some, trouble?”
Explaining your “situation” was difficult. The first time it had happened Hunter wasn’t sure what was going on with you, only that your heart rate skyrocketed. He thought you were sensing an oncoming attack.
Shockingly, it had been Crosshair who had been able to pinpoint what was happening.
“She’s having a panic attack,” he quipped at his brothers. “Give her some space.”
They all backed up, while he remained close, crouching down at eye level.
He stayed with you while worry and tears tore through your body. He stoked the back of your head, up and down your arms. He spoke softly, calming you and bringing you back down to earth.
Since that day he had stayed close to you almost all the time. As if his proximity would wield away the bad thoughts.
And for the most part it did.
Crosshair was not the easiest to get along with, but he understood that whatever was causing you anguish, whatever and whoever hurt you...well, he hated seeing you like that.
He had known of these types of things happening, especially amongst the regs, Late nights in Kamino barracks had lead to that discovery, but what he didn’t know what had happened to you to cause them.
He never asked. He was just there to help.
Crosshair knew his brother’s were shocked by his caring demeanor. But something about you relaxed him. His cynical self was peeled back and he felt more peaceful with you.
You both balanced each other out.
“Do you ever wish you could remove some of your mind?” You asked him, slumping into his shoulder.
“Remove? As in alter your brain structure? This might be more of a Tech question.”
“No,” you sighed and sat back up, tugging against the blanket to set the glass on the floor, “Like your memories.”
“That might be more of an Echo question.” He joked.
Your shoulders slumped and you let out a disappointed sigh.
He quirked his eye brow at you.
“I just feel so overwhelmed, by my own thoughts sometimes,” you began, “I just wish I could get rid of them. These bad spells.”
Crosshair didn’t say anything but pulled you closer.
You leaned a head into the crook of his neck.
“I don’t like being this weak.”
He spine stiffened. He slowly gripped your chin forcing you to turn and look him directly in the eyes.
“You are not weak.” He said, eyes boring into you.
You didn’t blink.
He moved his hand to the back of your head, cupping it and bringing you into his chest. You felt his heartbeat racing against your ear as he held you close.
“You are so brave. You’ve gone through so much and have become an even better version of yourself.” He continued.
“What if I don’t like this version of myself?” You asked quietly.
“Then it’s something to work on. I don’t like myself most of the time either. But I like you. I admire you.” He kissed the top of your head resting against him. “Your strength and resilience, it is inspiring.”
“You’re just saying that.” You say tilting your head up to look at him, noting the fire that seemed to have lit in his eyes. “You and your brothers are so brave and strong, I wish I was more like you.”
“I’m not always brave.” He sighed. “I’m scared of losing you. Of losing them.”
You were taken back. It was rare Crosshair talked this open and direct.
“I don’t know what I’d do without any of you.” He whispered.
Your arms encircled him and squeezed tightly. “I’m not going anywhere you know,”
“I know,” He sighed, resting his chin on your head. “I just...worry sometimes.”
“You know that’s part of what happens to me, when I get like that.”
He didn’t respond, he had a feeling it was, but didn’t ever want to pry. He just wanted to be there for you.
A moment of silence passed.
Finally, he spoke, “it’s good that we have each other then.”
You nodded against him.
“I’ll always be here for you, you know that?” He asked, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.
“I do.” You responded.
He paused, weighing his words carefully. “If you ever want to talk about it...”
You peered up at him.
“Just know that I am here for you. Talking or not. All of us are.”
You felt a wave of reassurance wash over you. You knew this, but having Crosshair reaffirm it, was always helpful to your mood.
“But know that I come first,” He joked squeezing your hip. “Above my brothers.”
You laughed, starting to feel better, “Of course. You’re my favorite after all.”
“I thought I was your favorite?” A loud voice asked announcing Wrecker into the room followed by Hunter and Echo.
Crosshair protectively pulled you onto his lap, arms encircling your waist.
“You heard what she said.” He hissed.
“No need to be so possessive,” Echo sighed. “We already know you two are together.”
Crosshair didn’t respond and you stifled a giggle. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you liked his “possessive side” from time to time.
“Yeah, in fact we’d probably discourage it,” Hunter said, beginning to unbuckle his armor, “I don’t know how many more nights of ‘say it, say you’re mine’ I can take.
Your face flushed.
“Sorry we aren’t quiet enough for your heightened senses.” Crosshair spat.
“Quiet?” Wrecker laughed. “Even I can hear what’s going on in the bunk.”
“You can be rather loud sometimes.” Echo shrugged.
“That’s it!” Crosshair said beginning to get up, but you grabbed his bicep and made pleading eyes with him.
His temper was still flaring, but he couldn't say no to you.
“At least he’s getting some.” You retorted.
Hunters mouth fell open and Wrecker began laughing again, slapping Echo on the back.
Crosshair pressed a kiss to your cheek glaring at his brothers. “Maybe I could ‘get some’ more if these idiots would leave.” He said softly.
Hunter, upon hearing that, rolled his eyes. “Or maybe you could just rest, it looks like you both have had a long day.”
You looked at Crosshair, “sleep would be nice.” The emotion roller coaster of the past few hours left you feeling drained.
“Fine, bedtime.” Crosshair said. And with that he sat further back on the bunk, laying down and pulling you close to him.
“Goodnight!” You said softly as the others made their way to the cockpit.
“Goodnight!” Wrecker responded.
You turned your whole body to face Crosshair, “goodnight,” You said offering him a quick peck on the cheek.
He blinked before grabbing the sides of your face and giving you a deep, passionate kiss. A low groan coming out of his mouth.
“Goodnight Cy’rika” He said pulling you close to him.
Rating/warnings: NSFW, 18+, swears/insults thrown at reader, angst(?), age gap, PiV (unprotected, wrap it before you tap it, oral (fem receiving), praise kink if you squint
A/N: “old man” Rex can absolutely get it. He would treat you right. Might be a ~lil~ OOC for some characters, but we are BIG “protect Rex at all costs” here. This probably should have been split into more than one part, oopsie.
A deep sob racked your chest. You were trying to calm down, but after the fight with your boyfriend, scratch that, former boyfriend, you were feeling emotionally drained.
You weren’t exactly sure who the room you were in belonged to, the resistance fleet was scattered on various ships, you stole away to the closest unoccupied quarters you could find. A small room with a table, chairs and bunk, otherwise completely bare, greeted you.
You were so tired and angry, the breakup had been longtime coming, you thought it would have gone better. The insults he threw at you stung. You wanted to part as friends, both still working in the fight against the Empire, but all he had was resentment and spite towards you.
The door flew open, startling you, and a large figure came in.
“Well, hello,” a gruff voice asked “are you lost little one?”
You looked up meeting the face of none other than the old clone captain, Rex.
You ran the back of your hands over your cheeks, desperately wiping away tears. You jumped up, quickly realizing you were in his room.
“Captain!” You said to him, “ I am so sorry! I didn’t realize this was yours! I apologize, I’ll get out and-“
He quirked his head to the side and placed a firm hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, hey hey, slow down, kid,” his voice was calm and reassuring, “what’s this all about, hmmm?”
Embarrassed to be caught crying, you weren’t sure how to respond. You just wanted to leave him in peace. His eyes crinkled up in a smile as he gave you a kind and reassuring look.
“Hey, why don’t you sit down,” He pulled out a chair and sat next to the one you had been occupying. “We have a little bit of time before the next briefing, why don’t you tell me what’s upset you so?”
His expression was very warm. You had heard all about the clone commanders found by the Ghost crew, and knew his backstory from Ahsoka, but you didn’t expect him to be so...so friendly. Surely a war hardened clone wouldn’t care about a nobody such as you.
“It’s alright.” Rex pat the chair next to him again. “Or you can leave, if you’d like, whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
You blinked at him. Deciding, that maybe, it was okay to talk about your problems with another, at least for a bit. It might make you feel better. Rex made you feel, more at ease, than you might have expected.
“Now,” Rex prompted again, “if you don’t mind me asking, why were you crying?”
You let out a big sigh, folding your hands in your lap, not making eye contact with him...yet, finding an interest in picking at a loose string on your pants.
“I just broke up with my boyfriend,” you began “and it did not go well.”
“I see,” Rex said simply. He put his hand on your shoulder again, giving you a reassuring pat. “I’m sorry,”
“I thought he would be more understanding,” you continued, yanking the string away and balling it up in your fist, “it’s so hard and scary sometimes, and we’re even fighting for the same cause! But it doesn’t feel like we’re on the same page!”
You paused before saying, “well I guess ‘were’ on the same page.” You let out a shaky laugh.
Rex laughed along with you. “Already making jokes? Maybe it can’t be all bad?”
You met his gaze and gave him a pained look.
He looked apologetic. “I’m sorry!” He blurted out. “I didn’t mean to be insensitive!”
“It’s alright,” you said, gaze falling back to your lap.
“No it isn’t,” Rex continued. “I’m just...” he sighed in frustration, “well relationships, civvie relationships, anyway, aren’t really my specialty,”
You shot him an understanding look. You knew he was trying to be helpful.
“I know it’s hard and love and trust is difficult, but seeing you smile, I thought maybe that meant you were feeling better. But that was wrong, and I truly apologize for that.”
His large hand, slowly reached for one of yours, making you look up at him.
“I didn’t mean to offend or make you feel worse.” He said.
“I know,” your other hand coming to encompass his. “It’s just all sudden, and it feels so insignificant,” you let go of his hands to gesture all around you, “in the grand scheme of things. I mean, we’re in the middle of a kriffing war!”
You permitted yourself a small laugh, and Rex smiled again.
“I can’t say I’m surprised,” you continued. “But I thought, we would be on better terms. As friends you know?”
Rex nodded in understanding and you continued.
“It would make things so much easier, with the Rebels being such a small group, to get along, but I don’t think that will happen.”
Rex quirked an eyebrow at you.
“He was so mean about it. He called me names.”
You felt tears begin to gather in your eyes, and you put your head in your hands, trying to hold back from crying more, especially in front of Rex.
Cautiously, Rex let his hand rest on your back, before rubbing small circles of comfort as you began to cry again.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You said jolting up out of the chair. You raced towards the door. “I shouldn’t be bothering you with this! I’ll go back to my room,” your face fell as the realization hit.
Rex stood up, moving slowly towards your frozen in place body.
“Kid?” He asked.
“I can’t,” oh stars, how am I going to do this, “we shared a room, I have to find a way to ask for another...”
Resources and ships were few and far between, and you did not want to burden anyone with such a silly request.
“Hey,” Rex said softly, now standing close to you. “It will be alright,” he paused, “you can bunk with me for now.”
What?! No way!
“Captain, with all due respect, no.” You looked up at him. “I can’t do that to you, not after everything you’ve done. You deserve your own space.”
“Come on, I don’t mind” Rex said, now smiling. “I have two bunks in here, you can pick whichever you’d like.” He walked over to the wall, were you now realized there were in fact two beds, one above the other.
You shifted your weight between your feet nervously.
“At least until we can find you your own space,” Rex said. “It will let you find some peace on your own, away from that man, for now.”
“I don’t want to impose,” you began, now feeling guilty for invading the clone captain’s space.
“Not to worry!” He said reassuringly. “I’ve been bunking with Gregor and Wolffe for years, this is just like being back in the Seelos system!” He joked and his eyes lit up in laughter and memories.
You shifted your weight again, mentally weighing your options, you had none really.
“Okay,” you finally agreed, “but I’m serious, I want you to feel comfortable in your own space, if you want the room to yourself, or me gone, I’m gone.”
Rex chuckled. “I seriously doubt that will happen,”
You rolled your eyes not believing him for a second.
“Deal?” Rex asked, extending his hand to you.
“Deal,” you responded clasping your smaller palm to his.
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Months later, battles and dangerous missions flew by, in addition to a few close calls, and you still remained in your shared room with Captain Rex.
Things were actually going well with the two of you. You told him more about the breakup and yourself, he told you tales of the Clone Wars and his brothers, never going into too much detail about them. You sensed his sadness and mourning for the soldiers lost in war.
You were making your way back to the shared room one evening when you passed your ex and one of his friends.
Trying to be cordial; you had only seen each other in briefings, barely making eye contact, you nodded in silent acknowledgement at him.
“Whore.”
Your spine went ramrod straight. And you whipped around.
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me,” your ex sneered at you, his friend trying to conceal a laugh behind his palm.
“I don’t know what you could be talking about.”
“Everyone knows you’re shacking up with that old man,” he spat at you. “Broke it off so you could get some old man dick?”
“Disgusting.” His friend said to you. “Fucking a clone? An ancient one at that.”
They laughed.
You saw red, swearing to yourself you wouldn’t resort to violence, your fist balled at your side.
“I don’t know why you would ever insinuate something like that, but that’s disrespectful, not only to me, but more to Captain Rex.” You said to them.
“What has he ever done to help the rebellion?” Your ex said “he’s an old war relic, no longer useful, they only keep him around because Ahsoka Tano used to be his friend.”
“Still is his friend.” You heard a voice behind you say.
The two boys faces went pale and you saw Ahsoka herself brush past you staring them down.
“Captain Rex has done more in his lifetime than you will ever hope to accomplish with yours.” Ahsoka said. “You would do well to remember that.”
Unable to respond, she continued.
“You should probably apologize.”
“Sorry Commander Tano.” One said.
“Yes, we’re very sorry.” The other echoed.
“You’d better remember this conversation for a long time.” Ahsoka said.
“Yes, sir!” They said and scrambled to leave.
“You alright?” Ahsoka asked, now turning her attention to you.
“Yeah,” you nodded sheepishly. “Thank you, by the way.”
A small smile was granted to you. “Any friend of Rex is a friend of mine.” Ahsoka said, laying a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t let those moof milkers get to you.”
You nodded back, a little awestruck the Ahsoka Tano had defended you.
“Tell Rex ‘Hi’ for me, okay?” She asked.
“I will,” you nodded, prompting another smile from her.
“See you around,” she gave you a two finger salute and walked away.
———
Back in the room, on your top bunk, you scrolled endlessly through your datapad, not really paying attention, the insult from earlier still stinging.
The door opened, alerting you of Rex’s presence. He shrugged off his armor, and jacket, carefully laying it on the table and sat in a chair to untie his boots.
It was a simple routine and familiarity you both knew, you knew soon Rex would ask you about your day, you would ask about his, the conversation would ebb and flow before winding down announcing ‘lights out’.
“What’s wrong?” Rex’s voice broke your attention.
“What?” You leaned over the edge, meeting his gaze from the chair.
“You seem...” he searched for the right word, “distracted and slightly on edge,”
Better get to the inevitable.
“I ran into him today,” you began.
Rex stood up and came to the side of your bunk. His head level with the mattress.
“You have been in the same room in briefings, did he try anything?” His eyes searched yours with concern.
“He called me a whore.”
Rex felt anger deep in his chest, but kept his eyes locked on you.
“But Commander Tano came to my aid. She says ‘hi’ by the way,” a soft smile making its way to your face.
You slid past Rex and sat your shared table.
Rex turned his attention to you, “Ahsoka is a good friend,” his fist clenched, “but what about that first part?”
You really didn’t want to repeat it. It had really hurt. And you didn’t want to explain that he thought you were fucking your bunk mate.
But it’s Rex.
“He called me a whore.” You repeated, not meeting his gaze.
“That no good, lously little-“ Rex slammed his fists down on the table.
His gaze softened, turning to you. “I didn’t mean to startle you, Cyar’ika,”
You nodded, and Rex noticed a tear rolling down your face.
He knelt in front of you.
“I’m sorry,” Rex began, “I didn’t mean-“
“It’s not you Rex,” you said, laying a hand on his shoulder, “it’s him, words really hurt. And the insulation of-“
Rex cut you off, by placing a palm to your cheek and wiping the lone tear away.
“That boy is nothing more than that, a di’kut.” Rex said softly, “his words should wield no power over you,”
You looked down at him, “I wish that were true, but words still hurt.”
Wordlessly, Rex raised slightly and embraced you. His strong arms holding you close to his chest.
You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his embrace.
Rex was a good man, he had been so supportive and kind to you from the beginning.
He pulled away, giving you a reassuring smile. As the two of you had come to know each other, he began to admire your strength and resilience, he hated seeing you cry.
“Oh! I have something for you,” Rex said reaching back to his jacket on the table. “This should make the day a little better!”
Riffling his hand through a pocket, he held out an object, wrapped in a piece of cloth, to you “Go on,”
You slowly peeled away the fabric, revealing an Uj Cake. Your face lit up. You stared wide eyed at Rex.
“How did you get this?”
“I have my ways,” Rex said shooting you a wink.
Your cheeks flushed.
“This is so kind of you, thank you, Rex.”
He smiled holding the cake out to you.
“Well go on, try it!”
You broke off a small piece and popped it in your mouth.
You let out a moan, it had been so long since you tasted something so sweet.
Rex shivered at the noise you made, unnoticed by you.
“You have to try it!” You said in delight, pushing Rex’s palm back towards himself.
He set the cake on the table and broke off his own bite.
“This is good!” He exclaimed.
You laughed, watching delight spread across his face.
“I guess we can share,” you laughed scooting your seat closer to his, breaking off another portion for yourself.
“It’s so sweet!” You exclaimed taking another bite.
“Just like you,” Rex said.
Did he?
Rex froze, you had heard it.
You didn’t want him to be uncomfortable and took initiative.
“That’s very kind of you to say, Rex.” You placed a reassuring hand to his forearm that laid on the table. “Thank you.”
Rex relaxed slightly. Eating another piece of cake, nodding and humming in contentment.
You studied the man next to you. He had been nothing but kind to you since you accidentally stumbled into his room. He was broad and strong, years of living off the grid and his accelerated aging making him tough. You found yourself squeezing his forearm again, unaware of the action, now causing the captain’s cheeks to flush.
He turned to you, eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite place, a sad smile breaking out across his face.
“I wish I never had to see you upset. You are sweet and kind and such a valuable asset to the Rebellion” He told you.
You smiled at him. “You’re so nice to me, I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay with you. Especially when you say things like this.” You looked down at your hands as you felt a warmth wash over you.
“Every word of it is true, Cyar’ika,” he lifted a large hand to palm your cheek, “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”
You leaned into his touch, meeting his gaze again. You felt your heart swell at his words, how lucky you felt to know him. His eyes still held that same glow of kindness and...
“May I ask you something?” Rex asked, interrupted your thoughts.
You laughed. “You just did.”
Rex laughed too, “well, another then?”
You nodded.
“May I...kiss you?”
Now you were sure you were blushing. The warmth of your face heating up ran a course through your entire body before settling on your face.
Kiss?
You hadn’t been kissed since...since your ex, but a kiss from Rex. From the man who had shown you nothing but respect and kindness and how to be a strong fighter. Well...
Rex noticed your quizzical expression. He felt he had messed up.
She’s uncomfortable now! Quick, apologize, salvage what relationship you have left! His mind yelled at him.
“I don’t see why not,” you finally responded, breaking Rex free of his panicked mind.
Deciding not to think about it too much anymore, Rex rose from his seat, slightly and placed a kiss to your cheek, his beard tickling your face, before pulling away.
You ran your hand up to where his lips had been.
He was waiting for more of reaction and settled back into his chair.
You looked at him, remaining expressionless, looking back at those soft amber eyes, trying to figure out the look...when it hit you.
“That’s it?” You asked.
Rex was taken back, “what do you mean ‘that’s it?”
“Captain Rex, I recognize the look you’re giving me and that is not the kiss that you wanted.” You told him.
He ran a hand over his head, weighing his options.
Of course he had wanted to kiss you! The two of you spent months on end together! Rex watched as you healed your broken heart by helping out in ways only you could. Offering to go on dangerous missions, wanting to be out there, helping people. You were growing to be a better person. The two of you had bonded over stories before bed. Kriff, bed. Rex might not be the young trooper he once was, but he had thoughts and desires too.
He loved the way you lit up talking to him. How your hand would reach for his, seeking and providing reassurance. You could exist within the same space wordlessly, just enjoying each other’s company. You saw him as an equal, not some old clone, a relic of a bygone era.
And yes, he had thought on more than one occasion about you, fucking on his bunk, riding him in one of the chairs or what you might sound like when you came, but he had never acted on it. But now, seeing you flustered by his praise (of which he had meant every word) something broke in him. He had to act.
He was going to kiss you, properly this time.
He raised back up, but kept his face level with yours. This time his lips met yours.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back.
“Just as suspected. Sweet as Uj cake.” Rex mumbled against your lips.
You allowed yourself to giggle against his mouth.
He hummed in response, using the opportunity slip his tongue between your lips.
Still kissing you and exploring your mouth, Rex hooked a foot around his chair and brought it closer so that he could sit and be almost level with you. He was taller than you, so he had to angle down a bit, but now that he was seated, he ran an arm from your shoulder to your hand, while the other gripped the back of your head.
You moaned into his mouth feeling the pressure of his hand at the base of your skull. One of your hands reached out and fisted his black shirt.
Rex moved his hands from high up on your body to your hips. He dragged his palms along your thighs before going under your knees.
He looked at you and wordlessly, you understood. He helped you slide off your chair into his lap. He was stronger than you previously thought. Your legs were now straddling his large thighs.
His head came forward, placing another soft kiss to your lips.
“Is this okay?” He asked you searching your face for a possible change in expression.
You smiled at him. “This is wonderful, Rex.”
He let out a sigh of relief. He worried he had been too forward.
You watched as a more relaxed look fell over him. You knew he would never push you. Your sweet Rex, always looking out, taking care of you.
How far would that care extend?
A smirk fell upon your face.
Of course you had thought about him, you two spent so much time together you felt it was inevitable. But the extend of care and support he gave you, melted your heart.
“Rex?” You asked, scooting your hips further up his lap.
He tried hard not to let out a groan, you were so close, his cock now growing harder, almost pressed against you. There was no way you weren’t going to notice.
He looked at you, curious of your next move, his hands settling on your waist.
“Would you like to do more than kiss?” You asked in sultry tone.
He squeezed your hips, moving you forward to drag you against the bulge in his trousers.
“Yes,” he hissed out, eyes closing as you ground against him.
“What did you have in mind?” You asked.
“I’d certainly like to fuck you,” he began placing kisses on down your neck, “if you’d let me,”
You bucked your hips at his words. Cupping his face in your hands, you captured his mouth in a searing kiss.
“I’d like that very much,”
The familiarity of the warm amber in his eyes was replaced by blown out pupils.
“Let me show you,” he began, nipping your collar bone and palming your ass, “how a real man fucks.”
You shuddered in anticipation, a familiar warmth pooling between your legs.
“Wrap your legs around me, little one,” Rex said breathily.
You raised your legs and interlocked your ankles around his waist.
Trailing his hands down your arms, he grabbed and brought them to his neck.
Clinging tightly to him, Rex rose from the chair, one hand cupping your ass, the other wrapped around your shoulders. Once again, his strength surprised you and he kissed you again.
His legs hit the back of his bunk and he slowly sat down, you remained attached to him, his tongue now darting in your mouth capturing each moan and whimper you let out.
You unhooked your legs, letting them rest outside of Rex’s and began grinding your hips down to his. Your body jolting as you felt his length twitch against you through his pants.
Rex groaned and grasped your hips to still you. You paused, meeting his smoldering gaze.
“Oh Cyar’ika,” He began, his hands finding the bottom of your shirt, “we’ll get to that, let me take care of you first,”
You nodded, placing a brief kiss to his temple.
“May I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.
“Please,”
He complied, discarding the garment to the floor.
“Krifffff...” Rex groaned out cupping your breasts. His rough hands then dragging the straps down your shoulders. He licked a stripe from your clavicle to your breast bone, reaching around to rid you of your bra.
With your top half entirely bare to him, his mouth captured one nipple, while his other hand groped the other.
You ran you fingers along his scalp as he switched his attention to the other.
You squirmed against his hips again, craving some sort of relief.
“Rex, please.”
You ran your hand along the waistband of his pants, but he caught your wrist.
Bringing his face level with yours he shook his head ‘no’.
You whined, grinding your hips again.
He smiled and pulled his shirt over his head.
Your jaw dropped, you knew clone’s had an accelerated aging process, but Rex was still incredibly toned. You ran a palm across the expanse of his chest, feeling the muscle rippling underneath.
His watched you with gentle eyes, still caressing your chest. While you marveled at him, his hand now traveled down to the waistband of your own pants.
“I’d like to try something with you.” He half explained half asked, fumbling with the fabric keeping you covered.
You gazed at him curiously.
“I’d like you to sit on my face.”
The heat immediately rose to your cheeks.
No one had ever wanted you to do that before.
“I wont’t hurt you will I?” You asked, becoming self conscious.
“Not at all,” Rex assured.
You nodded to him, and moved off his lap.
Shifting higher up the bunk and moving to lay horizontally, Rex laid down, kicking his boots off in the process.
You followed his action, slowly scooting closer to him.
“Take you pants and underwear off, please.” Rex said.
After doing as he asked, Rex moved so you could sit next to his shoulder.
“Still okay?” He asked.
“Yes,” you said, the shakiness of your voice not lost on him.
“Up.” Rex commanded gently and you moved to straddle his head, hovering above his face on your knees.
Rex gently massaged the back of your thighs while he placed kisses along the insides.
“Relax,” he said softly, “I’ve got you.”
You looked down, admiring the way his biceps bulged as he held you. You slowly sank lower.
Rex ran a his tongue flat against you, causing you to shudder, his hands still gently gripping you.
Another lick, then you felt light pressure against your walls as he made broader swipes in you.
You let out a low moan.
Firmly gripping the back of your thighs, Rex yanked you down closer to his face, his beard tickling you lightly, while his tongue explored more and more of you. One hand anchored you in place, while the other reached around to rub your clit as his tongue began making swirling motions.
You rocked your hips ever so slightly against his face, causing Rex to let out a low moan of his own.
“You taste better than a fucking Uj cake, mesh’la,” Rex said “more sweet than anything.”
Your eyes screwed shut savoring every word and feeling every movement below you, it wasn’t long before you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, while Rex sucked on your clit.
You cried out as you orgasmed. Rex, lapping up every bit, as you rode out your high.
Finally stilling, you moved away from his mouth, noticing the shine coating his lips.
Gently, he helped you off, you laid next to him, the warmth of his body radiating against you.
His eyes sparked with happiness and he gazed at you with endearment.
“That was wonderful, little one,” he kissed you softly “better than I could have ever hoped for,”
“You hoped for that?” You asked wide-eyed.
Rex smirked. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear and you leaned into his touch.
Before he answered, you felt a twitch against your leg.
You both looked at the bulge straining between you.
Unable to stop you fast enough, you cupped as much of him as you could in your palm.
Rex gritted his teeth and rubbed against you.
“Won’t you let me return the favor?” You asked.
He smiled, still moving against your hand, “as much as I would love that, I’d like being inside you much more.”
You we’re taken back slightly by his decline of your offer.
“Only if you are still okay with that,” Rex searched your face for permission.
He was so much better than any partner you may have had in the past, asking for permission, checking in. You looked at him in admiration.
And you then you felt it. The feeling of knowing how deeply you cared for Rex, and he did for you, this affirmed it. Things would be different between the two of you from this point on, for the better.
”Rex,” you began, he turned his full attention to you.
”I need you to fuck me now.”
He laughed.
Rex reached down tugging off his bottoms and undergarments. His cock, free from the confines, bobbed to attention.
Kriff he was big...
Before he could stop you, you licked him from base to tip.
A hand clasped your shoulder, and you turned your attention back to his face.
“Next time,” Rex promised you, grinning.
You smiled back, your fingers lightly running over his shaft.
“How would you like it?” Rex asked you.
“Lie back,” You told him.
Moving back to a similar position from earlier, he laid back on the bed, watching you.
You straddled him, his length pressing against your cunt, and you rubbed against him.
Once more, Rex reached for your wrist, grabbing it gently.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes.”
He sat up to pressing a searing kiss to your lips. One hand guiding his cock to your entrance, teasingly pressing the tip against your wet folds.
You rocked your hips, sitting up more.
“Ready?” He asked you in-between kisses.
“Please, Rex,” you whined.
Slowly, he entered you, a guttural groan rang out from deep within his chest.
“Kriff, you’re tight,” he breathed out, as you sank slowly onto him.
He was bigger than you expected, and you enjoyed taking every in every inch, til he was fully sheathed inside.
Still halfway sitting up, Rex moved his hips experimentally.
“Fucking hells, Rex!” You cried out feeling his shaft deep in you, “I can feel every little move you make!”
He felt you clenching around his length, moving his hips again, withdrawing himself, before slamming back into you.
You moaned again.
You mirrored his movements with your hips, and the two of you falling into a rhythm.
Keeping one hand to brace himself, the other traveled from your chest down to your clit, as Rex rocked himself into you. He placed kisses along your neck and collar bone.
“Oh Cyar’ika, oh Kriff, you feel so good,” Rex moaned against your mouth.
“Rex,” you began, feeling his cock and fingers work you over and over, “I’m so close, I-” your head began to loll back, anticipating the upcoming rush of pleasure.
“Oh, mesh’la,” Rex groaned out,” ‘m close too, where should I?”
“Inside me,” You rocked you hips, “It’s okay, I have the-”
You couldn’t finish your sentence, because Rex’s pace increased and you watched his mouth fall slack as he reached his own high. Watching him come undone sent you over the edge quickly.
“Rex!” You cried out, your face falling into the crook of his neck, his arms circling around you, holding tight you as you came back down.
He was running his hands down though your hair and down your spine, mumbling bits of Mando’a phrases and praises to you, slowing the rocking of his hips.
Finally, stilling your movements, you raised your head to kiss him.
His eyes shone in lust and admiration.
“That truly was something Cyar’ika.”
“I could say the same for you,” You giggled.
Slowly, he pulled out of you, slick coating both your thighs he laughed softly.
“A lovely and welcome mess,” He glanced at you, and cupped your cheek, “is that...was that alright?”
You smiled, “Of course it was!” You placed a kiss to his palm and fell back into his caress.
A full grin broke out on his face. He pulled you close.
“Thank you,” He whispered.
You giggled, “I should be the one thanking you Rex,”
“Oh?”
“You let me in a long time ago, and you've taken care of me since,”
He pulled back, titling your chin to look up at him.
“And I plan to continue doing just that,” and he kissed you again.
Having some Tech thots lately, more under the cut.
Friendly 18+ reminder! This is NSFW.
Just a little blurb.
“Does the carpet match the drapes?”
Hunter spit out his drink while Wrecker laughed and slapped him on the back.
Tech bristled. “Excuse me?”
“Does the carpet match the drapes?” You repeated.
Crosshair shared a look with Echo, who shrugged in response. He stood up and walked towards the cockpit.
“I’m only wondering.” You stated, turning you attention back to the ration bar in your hand.
“What on earth prompted that question?” Tech asked.
Hunter leaned forward in curiosity.
“Well, after spending more time in the sun, you are much more Auburn headed than I realized. Each one of you is so different, Hunter has that full head of brown hair, Cross is more silver-“
“What about me?” Wrecker interrupted.
“You are perfect, big guy.” You winked at Wrecker.
He smiled and stood up moving back to the bunks, Crosshair quickly following, after shooting you a knowing look.
“I cannot believe you would ask something like that.” Tech said, turning his attention back to his datapad.
“I can,” said Hunter. He made his way over to you, leaning down to whisper “just keep it quiet,” before following Echo’s path to the cockpit.
Now, with just you and Tech in the galley, you tossed your ration bar to a table and turned your attention to him.
“What?” He asked, looking up at you briefly.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
He rolled his eyes.
“C’mon Tech,” you whined.
He couldn’t ignore you forever, surely.
You got up and stood directly in front of him, he tapped away on his datapad.
“Please?” You breathed out, your voice dripping with want.
That caught his attention.
“What...what do you want?” He asked shakily, his cheeks heating up under your lustful gaze.
“I’ve asked so many times already, Tech.”
“One more time, my love?” He breathed out.
“Does the carpet...match the drapes?”
Slowly, Tech began unbuckling his armor, never breaking eye contact with you, til he finally rolled down his blacks and undergarments
His length sprang to attention, a bit of precum leaking out the tip.
“Please...” Tech whimpered, beginning to palm himself, your name rolling off his tongue.
“Well what do you know?” You smiled, “you are a somewhat of a ginger after all.”
imagine you have a sketchbook filled with pictures of Hunter that nobody knows about, but then Omega finds it...
Oh this is just...I am soft anon! This is a lovely thought. This is a sweet thought. 🥺🥺❤️❤️
—-
You couldn’t find it anywhere, having turned every inch of the Marauder upside down looking for it til-
“Did you draw these?” You heard Omega ask you holding up your missing sketchbook.
“Omega!” You scolded. “I’ve been looking for it everywhere!”
She looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, I saw you working on something earlier and I wanted to know,”
You couldn’t help but feel your anger dissipate, she was just a curios kid after all.
“They’re really good you know!”
You grimaced. It was just rough works. You didn’t real know how to draw.
“That’s very kind, thank you Omega.”
“I’m serious!” She said noticing you didn’t really believe her compliment. “You’re talented! These are great!”
“What’s great?” You heard Hunter ask as he entered the room.
You felt the color drain from your face, he didn’t know!
Your sketchbook was first of all private, and second, included mostly Hunter.
He peered over Omega’s shoulder as she showed him your sketchbook.
His eyes widened.
Here we go.
“You drew these?” Hunter asked, now looking at you.
You nodded.
“That’s, that’s incredible!” Hunter exclaimed, rushing over to you before wrapping you in a tight embrace. “I had no idea you were so talented!”
“Nooooo,” you mumbled to yourself.
Surely they were just trying to be nice.
“Hey!” Hunter said squeezing your cheek gently, “I’m serious, this stuff should go in a museum. “You have an incredible gift,”
Omega smiled and nodded in agreement.
“Could you teach me?” Omega asked leaning forward, shooting you a pleading look.
Hunter looked from you to her to back to you.
“I suppose I could..” you trailed off.
“YAY!” Omega jumped off her chair so that she could come hug you. “I’m so excited! You’re going to be such a good teacher! I’m going to show the others!” With that, Omega raced out of the room to show the rest of the team what she had discovered.
“I’m glad I could make her so happy,” you said, now facing Hunter “I don’t know how good of a teacher I’ll be,”
“You’ll be great,” Hunter reassured wrapping you into a tight embrace.
Needless to say, a few days later and the ship was covered with new pieces of art, by both you and Omega.
You still on a Crosshair kick? Cause I am craving some protective Crosshair vibes. This man respects his partner's abilities but also is not above some slightly possessive and protective behavior if he sees his cyarika in trouble or scared. Bonus points for tender reassurances post badassery.
Hello sweet anon, it is 24/7 Bad Batch Hours here, those men occupy so much of my brain space. The things I would let each one of them do to me...
But Crosshair you say? Mmmm. Yes Crosshair. He would be THE MOST obnoxious/pretentious about making sure that you:
Well, first of all, that you were protected. When you first joined up with The Bad Batch, he was watching your every move. Pushing you out of harm’s way, defending you from droids (and new recruits at 79’s), not letting his vod help you; it had to be Crosshair to do it.
You of course knew how to handle yourself; and if you didn’t already know how to do something, he’d make sure you learned how right away. You’re a fast learner though, and it especially helps when it’s just “one on one time” training. For every correct move you make, you get a kiss. It’s actually very sweet of him.
But oh man, on the opposite end of the spectrum, the second something goes wrong, he’s there, at your side, pulling you out of a mess. You don’t even have to say the word, he knows when something is wrong. When you finally get back to the Marauder after your mission, he will scold you lightly for being so careless, but will hold you for hours after the mission, whispering how much he loves you and wants you to be safe for him.
———————
“Cyar’ika,” Crosshair lightly scolded you, pressing a Bacta patch to you arm, “you promised me you’d be careful,”
“I was! It’s not my fault the blast was delayed,”
The two of you were in a secluded corner of the Marauder, post mission, and you could tell Crosshair was worried about you, again.
He grumbled something under his breath.
You quirked your eyebrow at him.
“I know you can handle yourself,” He began, depositing discarded medical supplies into a bin, “but what if something were to happen? What if we couldn’t get to you in time?”
“That’s what training is for,” you said, “I’m learning from the best. I knew the risks when I signed up for this.”
He sighed heavily, pressing his forehead to yours. He held your wrists together and squeezed gently.
“I will never let anything happen to you. You are too important to me.”
would you be comfortable writing Wrecker’s chip messing with his head, and he’s all “good soldiers follow orders” while he restrains you and has his way with you?
Ohmanohmanohman. Okay, I both love and hate this idea. And thank for asking if I’m comfortable, I really appreciate that.
But getting back to it, oh my god, Anon! YOUR MIND! WOW! (also I have no idea what you had in mind for this, so if there’s a specific idea you had that isn’t what I wrote, lmk!)
Just as a precursor to this: I don’t quite understand/agree with some theories(?) about how chips activate/stay activated/how they work exactly, so this is just an interpretation/ taking some creative liberties so I hope that this is okay.
Probably (VERY) OOC Wrecker.
This one is gonna be...something. (And it’s fem!reader.) Warning now, this is going to be dub/con & angst, so BEWARE.
This is NSFW! If you ain’t 18+, GTFO
TLDR: Warnings: fem!reader x wrecker, wrecker’s inhibitor chip, dub/con(?), rough sex, fear play(?), spanking, PiV, light fingering
You heard the explosion before you felt it, the impact smacking you and Wrecker off your feet. You were lucky enough to land butt first and slowly peeled yourself off the floor and wall.
Where are the others?!
The mission had been, questionable, at best from the get go. You had a feeling something would go wrong. Nothing had been easy since Kamino.
“Is everyone alright?” Your comm crackled to life with Hunter’s concerned voice.
“I’m with Wrecker! I can’t quite make out where we landed,” You responded.
You heard Wrecker groaning behind you, alerting you that he was in fact awake, the explosion had not taken him out.
“I’m with Tech,” Echo chimed in, “part of the command center is still salvageable, but Tech’s comm is out.”
“Pull what you can and get back to the ship, everyone else get back as fast as you can. I’ll meet you there,” Hunter instructed before signing off.
“Wreck, we need to leave quickly,” you turned around to watch him sit up, “that blast gave away our position, we don’t have long before reinforcements arrive.”
He was groaning and muttering head in his hands as you approached him.
“Hey, Wreck,” you began softly. “What’s wrong?”
“S’nothing,” he shrugged you off turning away and curling up on himself.
You put a hand to your hip.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” you muttered.
“Ooooooo!” Wrecked groaned again.
You moved to stand in front of him, “Wrecker,”
You heard him mumbling something to himself, but couldn’t quite make it out.
You crouched down, putting a hand on his knee.
“C’mon big guy, we have to get moving,”
“I have, I have to, g-g, goo-or,” Wrecker began, he pulled his helmet off, rubbing his temples.
“Have to what? Come on, let’s go,” you patted his knee again.
You gasped as his large hand snatched your wrist off his knee.
“Hey!”
He was never rough with you, he must have hit his head pretty hard, you thought to yourself.
You looked at him, his eyes had a cold expression. Then you heard it.
“Good soldiers, follow orders.”
Your heart plummeted into your chest.
It was the same thing you heard Crosshair say not that long ago....
You froze, not sure what to do, what he would do.
Wrecker, still holding your wrist, stood up slowly, you tried wriggling from his grasp, but he kept you in one place.
Quick!
You twisted your body so you could slam your comm to life against your forearm.
“Someone help!” You yelled, “it’s Wrecker! He’s not himself! We’re stuck and I need help! You can track our location, please someone-“
You weren’t able to finish, as Wrecker grabbed your other arm. In one fluid motion, he peeled off your comm device, and crushed it between his fist.
“You’re not following orders,” he said in a low voice.
You looked up at him, the man who was always so sweet to you, and found nothing but a mirthless smirk.
“Wrecker, please” you began, “let me go, we need to get back-“
“Oh no,” he said, releasing your arms, then pulling you close by your shoulders. “We’re not going anywhere.”
You ducked down and wriggled your way out of his grasp, looking for an exit, nothing.
You felt Wrecker on top of you instantly. Yanking you to stand, he pinned your arms behind your back with one hand the other circled around your waist.
“You have not been following orders.” He said, bringing his mouth to your ear.
You squirmed again, “Wrecker, please, this isn’t you,”
“We should have killed the Jedi, the rebels too. Crosshair was right, we need to finish the job,”
“No!”
“Disobeying orders? We should have turned ourselves in,” he continued, “but now I can see it, the bigger picture, it’s all so clear.”
His voice drifted off, you felt a tear roll down your cheek.
What had happened to you gentle giant? Your sweet Wrecker? Would someone come help you?
“Please,” you whispered.
“Please what? Don’t you know those who don’t follow orders have to be punished?”
Punished? The word rang out in the back of your head. The way he said it...it sounded more like himself.
“Wrecker? Are you in there somewhere?” You wondered aloud.
It was only mere days ago that the two of you were talking about “punishment”.
Wrecker flat out refused to be rough with you in bed, terrified of his own strength. You had asked him, but he told you he didn’t want to hurt you. But now, if this was a way you could get him...
You didn’t want to think about it, but what other choice did you have? Be brought into the Empire because of your boyfriends ‘mind control’? No way.
There’s never one way to fight, especially if you fight dirty.
You didn’t like it. Your poor sweet Wrecker, but if this would help you escape, no if this would help you bring him back from whatever was controlling him...it had to happen.
Unless someone got the comm message and came.
But could they stop Wrecker?
“What’s it going to be?” Wrecker asked you.
Taking a shuddering breath, “I can be a good soldier, Wrecker,” you responded.
“Will you follow orders?” He asked, squeezing your wrists again.
“Good soldiers follow orders,”
Maker help me, you pleaded, raising your head to the sky.
“I’m going to let your arms go, now,” Wrecker told you, “but if you try anything, it will be very unpleasant for you from this point on,”
You nodded at his warning.
He released his grip, but spun you around to face him.
He smiled at you, but it didn’t fall over his whole face like normal, it didn’t meet his eyes. There was something missing.
Hoping that there might still be some way to connect with him, you raised a hand to his scarred cheek, but his hand caught yours before you could caress him.
“Hands to yourself unless I tell you,” he grumbled out.
His hands landed on your waist and he gave an experimental squeeze.
“Oh mesh’la,” He said softly, “I will make you understand. Understand what I see, what we all will see.”
He ran a hand from your back to your ass. Fondling a cheek roughly before moving to the other.
You shuddered again.
A large hand came down forcefully on your behind, causing you to jump. Wrecker’s other hand keeping you close by resting it on your hip.
“I should take you across my lap,” Wrecker began, another blow landing on your behind, “but we’ll have have time for that later. This is your punishment for now,”
As horrible as the situation was, you’d be lying if you weren’t turned on.
Wrecker was always so careful and gentle with you. Scared to hurt you, even when you asked. Seeing him finally...unbridled...was something you weren’t sure you’d ever see.
He ranked his nails down your back, before delivering another slap against your ass.
“Does this turn you on? You’ve always asked me to be rough,” Wrecker said to you, “you’ve always been bad,”
“Wrecker,” you breathed out barely audible.
His hands moved from your ass to your front, he groped your breasts roughly. Then placed a sloppy kiss to your neck.
“Fucking perfect mesh’la, tell me, are you wet yet? Knowing how much you deserve punishment?”
You could not believe the words comings from his mouth.
Wrecker didn’t wait for you to respond, he yanked your pants down and shoved a finger past your underwear, feeling your wetness.
“You are,” he laughed, “who did this to you?”
“You did, Wrecker,”
“No,” he said slamming his finger all the way into you, causing you to cry out, “you did this to yourself, you brought this on,”
His finger curled roughly into your folds. While he rubbed in and out of you, his other hand yanked the collar of your shirt down. He made work of nipping and biting at the newly exposed skin.
You groaned at the sensation of lips, teeth and fingers.
“Now they will know, you will know,” Wrecker said in between bites “what happens to those who don’t follow orders.” He grunted out the last two words.
Over and over the phrase repeating in your brain, in time with rocking of your hips as Wrecker fingered you.
Abruptly he pulled away from you.
“We don’t have long mesh’la, and I’m getting impatient,” Wrecker kept one hand on you the other discarding some of his lower armor.
Freeing himself, from whatever he deemed necessary, he grabbed you and hoisted you over his shoulder.
“Wrecker!” You cried out in surprise.
You didn’t travel far, you found yourself deposited at the nearby wall.
“Turn around, hands behind you back,” Wrecker told you.
You had a suspicion what was coming and fearful of what might happen, you did what he asked.
“See, you can follow orders,” Wrecker said, his hand coming up to pin your wrists in place again.
You heard him shuffling behind you and shortly felt his length rubbing into your lower back. Your pants and underwear were yanked down to your ankles.
“I’m going to let go again,” Wrecker told you, “remember what I told you earlier,”
You nodded wordlessly and felt his grip leave you.
An arm snaked around your middle, hoisting you higher up the wall, before you were being pushed down and onto-
“OH!” You screaming out, your full weight slamming down onto Wrecker’s length.
A strangled moan came out of Wrecker’s mouth.
The arm keeping you up and holding you in place tightened around you. Keeping your arms still behind you, you pushed your chest out, Wrecker’s other hand found your breasts and was back groping at you roughly.
His hips thrust into you relentlessly. Your mind roaring in pain and pleasure at his pace and roughness. Wrecker was big, and with little preparation, you felt like you were being split open by him.
“Mesh’la,” Wrecker hissed out, “you take me so well, like the good little slut you are.”
“Wrecker!” Was all you were able to get out as his pace continued.
“M’ getting there,” He told you, “and you’re going to, keep, keep-“
His pace was getting faster as his voice drifted off. He pressed hot kisses to your neck before lowering his forehead to rest against the wall in the crook of your neck.
You have a feeling he was getting close, maker knew you were, but instead he began mumbling to himself.
“Good soldiers, good soldiers, good soldiers,” he repeated over and over “good soldiers follow orders,”
With another violent thrust, you felt him twitch unload himself into you.
“OHH,” he groaned, mouth falling back to suck and bite at your neck.
It was enough for you to see white, your own high hitting.
“Wrecker!” You cried out.
His grip around you weakened and slowly pulled out of you.
“Such a good girl,” Wrecker said, letting you turn around and slump against the wall. “Following orders so well,”
You saw a flash of movement behind Wrecker, and before he could see what had your attention, he crumpled, as a stun ray blast hit him.
“Wrecker!” You cried out, startled.
Yanking your bottoms up, you sank to the floor with him.
You didn’t hear Hunter and Tech calling out your name til they stood right next to you.
“Are you alright?” Hunter asked you, helping you to your feet, examining your tear stained face.
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” You cried out, still trying to process everything that just happened.
“We revived your distress call, and well,” Tech began, “well, we weren’t sure what was happening.”
“Come on, we have to get moving!” Hunter told you.
“But Wrecker!” You cried.
“The ship is close by, we’ll fly back and pick him up, I promise,”
“That way we can restrain him if need be,” Tech chimed in making you frown.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hunter asked you again.
Truth be told, you weren’t, but time wasn’t a luxury you could afford right now.
“Tech,” you turned to him, “did you finish the thing for the inhibitor chips?”
Hunter tugged on your hand, leading the three of you past some debris, hellbent on getting you to safety.
“Well, I still need to calibrate a few things and I have yet to actually test it on-“
“Doesn’t matter,” you interrupted him, “whatever it is, it’s affecting Wrecker, he was acting jus like Crosshair,”
Hunter’s spine stiffened as the Marauder came into view.
“Tech,” he warned.
Tech turned to you, as you scrambled into the ship, someone yelling to Echo Wrecker’s location so he could pilot the ship.
You sat down in the first seat you could find as the ship moved to towards Wrecker’s unconscious form.
“Don’t worry,” Tech said, “we’ll get him back,”
You watched as the landing platform was lowered and Hunter and Tech grabbed Wrecker and brought him back in the ship.
