CONTENT: The Bad Batch and how they express their affections to you
RATING: SFW/NSFW
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
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HUNTER - Words of Affirmation
— SFW
Hunter expresses most of his affections through his words.
Every waking moment he has, he wants to let you hear how much he appreciates you. How you've done so much for them, and how he will go at great lengths to protect you.
And when you return the same treatment to him? Oh, he would MELT on the inside. Because sometimes, he needs to hear the same reassurances he gives to others.
So when you look at him with that soft smile on your lips and a tender glimmer in your eyes, saying those kind words no one has ever told him before, Hunter would physically stop himself from either hiding his obvious flustered expression or pull you in for a hug (or a kiss).
From him, constant praises and compliments would flow so smoothly.
Things like:
"You were so brave out there, mesh'la."
"Knew we could count on you."
"Couldn't have done it without you."
"You look so beautiful."
"The stars don't compare to your beauty."
He does it so easily that it never fails to make you swoon or drop down on your knees. Most of the time, he'll find an excuse to flirt with you. Subtle, yet suggestive. Just to watch the redness highlight your cheeks, just to hear the slight jump in your heart, or to feel how your breath hitches at his words.
And it's so much worse when he casually leans down from behind, whispering those words over your shoulder—rough, low, intentional—before leaving you breathless on the spot.
— NSFW
Like mentioned above, Hunter is BIG on words. And most of the time, he's aware of how his voice affects others.
Especially women, and he's fully aware of how their body reacts to his voice when it drops a register or slows into a deliberate drawl.
Before meeting you, whenever the team finds themselves in another cantina or bar, he uses his voice to charm whoever he wanted for the night
That smoky gravel that slips past his mouth like sin and silk, it always produced desirable results.
He can see and hear everything, given his heightened enhanced senses, so nothing escapes from him. And after meeting you, Hunter easily picked up on the quickening rhythm of your heart as soon as he asked for your name.
It was a guilty pleasure of his, to use his voice and words, just to see you squirm by its effect
And when he finally got you in his bed, he would NOT hesitate to use his voice to see how well you'd take orders from him. You'd see the lust swimming in his eyes—the teasing hunger, the dark amusement—as he edged you closer and closer to the height of your climax by the rough thrusts of his hips and rougher cadence of his voice.
"Taking me so well, mesh'la."
"Squeezing me so good."
"Look at you, pretty girl."
"You look so perfect on your knees."
"Wanna see you come for me, mesh'la."
"Kriff, you feel so perfect."
Pair it with his knowledge on exactly how and when to use it by picking up on the reactions of your body. A dangerous combination from an even more dangerous man.
So yes, Hunter knows how to weaponize his voice. And he's not ashamed of using it to his advantage when it comes to you. But you'd always come back for more, and he grins every time you beg for him each time again.
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ECHO - Acts of Service
— SFW
Ever since he joined the Bad Batch, he's been (forcefully) given the role of being their caretaker.
So, Echo's affections come forth in the form of his actions.
He sees to it that everyone is well taken care of. Making sure they've always eaten or taken a rest, always there to hand out canteens of water, always the first one to check on someone else whenever he sensed them limping or injured.
He doesn't know why he does it, but it just comes out so naturally around his brothers.
And when you came into the picture, Echo does not hesitate to offer ANY help he could.
You need help to carry things around? He's already snatching them out of your arms to carry them himself. You haven't eaten yet? He's already whipping out an extra ration he reserves just for you. You haven't slept properly? He'll offer his shoulder for you to lean on and let you rest for a while.
And when he sees you crying alone? Oh, he'd be there in an instant to cradle you close to his chest and comfort you.
When it comes to you, Echo wants to make sure you're well taken care of. And you melt every time he does it.
— NSFW
You should've seen this coming, because you know deep down Echo would be a major pleaser.
Not just in casual and sweet ways, but you see the way his eyes linger on your figure whenever you turn towards him for help.
You feel it in the way his fingers twitch around your waist or hips when he guides you along a dense crowd. When he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, you feel that undeniable tension simmering beneath his intentions.
And when you finally invite him to bed, he hesitates at first. Because he hasn't been intimate with anyone for a long time, not since his incident.
But when you assured him softly, lips on his ear, pulling him towards your room, Echo loses all sense of doubt and followed like a soldier marching to war
And Maker– How he worships you once the door is closed.
He makes sure your pleasure comes first, always makes you come before him through his meticulous and careful actions.
He pleases you in a way like he starves for it. Between your legs, lapping your release like it's the most precious thing he's ever tasted.
He'll let you use him however you want, be it underneath or above him. He'll let you chase your pleasure, perfectly content in watching you move against him from above or below him. He's perfectly fine with being used for your pleasure, he'll see it as a great honor even.
Of course, he'd praise you as well. While he's buried deep inside you or when he has his tongue on you, coaxing another climax out of your body.
He won't stop until you're thoroughly satisfied and pleased. Only then, he would chase his own pleasure.
But most of the time, he's perfectly content with making only you finish—be it from his hands, mouth, or cock—even when he hasn't even relieved himself.
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TECH - Giving and Receiving Gifts
— SFW
Now, Tech is a little more difficult to impress. He needs substance, a bond or a connection, before he even entertains the idea of romance.
But when he first meets you, it was as if all protocol and logic fades away in the back of his mind. He doesn't show any visible signs of interest initially, thus he simply acts aloof or distant, treating you like any other person he meets.
But then, he can't help but wonder about you. He researches, about your interests and hobbies, while claiming he's simply curious on your past time activities.
The way he shows his affections is not obvious, he makes it incredibly difficult for you to decipher his intentions. But that is because he simply has never felt anything like this before, and it was ruining his routine.
When he slowly opens himself up around you, showing those glimpses of attraction through his cracks, you could see it in the way he gives you something that reminded him of you.
When something catches his eye while he's out in the market, something that immediately evokes the thought of you, and he will not hesitate to negotiate his way to decrease the prices just so he can have it.
Or better yet, he CREATES it himself. A handcrafted gift he made out of scraps, or even taking your own tools and supplies to modify them with his touches.
And you're always seen carrying something new. Be it a new utility belt around your hips, an upgraded blaster in hand, your very own goggles that made it obvious to his brothers how he just replicated his own, and so much more.
He doesn't mind the effort or the time it takes to craft those gifts, the sight of your beaming smile and grateful gaze always makes it all worth it. Not to mention, the curious flutter in his chest every time he accomplishes those rewards always leaves him staggering in confusion.
So, he uses this as a chance to study the foreign symptoms he suddenly develops around your presence. Let's just say he almost short-circuited once he found it was a crush from Wrecker's words, and he doesn't know what to think about it.
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Again, feeling all of these unknown emotions are entirely foreign to him. He is completely oblivious when it comes to all the romantic or sexual aspects in a relationship, not understanding the cues when someone expresses their interests to him.
He'll be hesitant at first, completely ignorant on how to navigate on these new emotions. But as soon as you begin returning the effort, as a way to express gratitude to the multitude gifts, he quickly becomes more enchanted with you.
He doesn't even expect anything in return, perfectly content with being the giver, but as soon as he becomes the receiver? He WILL stop and stare at you, an indecipherable look behind his tinted lenses.
And it always produces a pleasant heat underneath your skin, so you start gifting him more things that remind you of him. Even making your way to create handmade things as well.
But that was not the final straw of his restraint snapping. No, it was during moments when you wear or use his gifts out in the open. ESPECIALLY around his brothers.
It conjures another unknown emotion curling deep within his chest. Something darker, hungrier, much more possessive when he sees you use the things he created.
The moment he invites you to the cockpit of the Marauder, his private sanctuary, it was practically an unspoken confession from him. He wants to show you his sacred territory, and he can't help himself anymore when you decide to sit yourself on his pilot seat and glide your fingers on his wheel.
Then, he would snap right then and there. He'd pull you out of his seat, reclaiming his throne, and pull you down until you were perched on his lap.
He'd take you there in his cockpit, studying your body thoroughly like it was the most fascinating subject he has ever encountered. He'll memorize everything that makes you shake and tremble, and he takes note of everything.
He can't help it. It makes him territorial—it makes him irrational—how you can unravel something so dark within him.
And during the entire time, he'll have you wear one of his gifts just because he loves the way they look on your body while he takes you.
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CROSSHAIR - Quality Time
— SFW
Crosshair is the most difficult member to be familiar with. He practically built an ice wall around him to prevent others from getting too close. He keeps others at a distance with his sharp glare, cuts off any approaches with lethal bluntness, and he's unafraid to hurt others just so they can never hurt him first.
But with you? Somehow, those walls begin to melt away as soon as you grace him with your warm presence and genuine care.
He doesn't even say anything when you're around, yet you're fine with that. Like Tech, you do most of the talking the entire time.
It should've annoyed him, how much you rambled, and it did at first. But as time went on, he found himself looking for your presence and lengthy talks.
He begins to linger longer, always close but never letting you touch him. Not yet, he's not prepared to cross that boundary. However, it didn't deter you or your efforts in befriending him.
And it absolutely unnerves him. How much you respect his boundaries. How you would simply bound up to his side, greeting him with that radiant smile, as you proceed to talk again.
As soon as he begins to look forward to those times, he's hit with the realization that he wants you close, to feel your warmth beside his, and to hear everything you have to offer.
Slowly, he becomes fond of the way you always seek his company. And he, in turn, seeks yours as well. The first time he opened up by talking about himself, you smiled so bright it would've actually blinded him on the spot.
But you remained quiet, eager to be the listener now, and his heart aches even more at the attention you give him.
He doesn't even realize how much your presence has greatly affected his life, and whenever you're gone, he's terrified at how much he begins to crave your warmth.
— NSFW
The moment he finally acknowledges his attraction, and the undeniable pull he feels that lets him gravitate towards you every time you're near, he doesn't know how to act.
It makes him want to push you away, to keep you at arm's length, to surround himself with that ice wall again. Because he's simply afraid of getting attached, of hurting you in the process.
Because he doesn't deserve you or your presence. He doesn't deserve your warmth, your radiance, and your smile.
So he begins to pull away, distancing himself, even when his heart aches to be near you. It stretched for days, which turned into weeks, then a month.
And when you seek him to confront him, it takes all of his strength not to shatter at the sight of your brokenhearted expression and the disappointment in your gaze.
The moment those tears finally streamed down your cheeks, Crosshair breaks and closes the distance.
Finally—after a long time of denial—he surrenders to his heart and takes you into his arms. The both of you don't even make it to your room, because he decides he can't waste another second without your warmth.
And Maker, does he make up for lost time.
He takes you slowly, reverently, carefully. As if he was afraid you'd disappear, but you welcome everything with an aching acceptance. He'll stretch the minutes into hours, leaving you gasping and begging for more, turning you insatiable for him.
Whenever you're close to your peak, he'll pull away to watch you cry with a small teasing smile. And when he returns, you latch your arms around his neck and don't let go of him.
After the first time, he finds himself coming back for more. And more. And more.
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WRECKER - Physical Touch
— SFW
Wrecker is the most expressive out of all of them, and he is not shy on his advances. The moment he first sees you, from across the room of a cantina, his jaw comically drops open as he stares wide-eyed at your figure.
The others immediately pick up on his obvious crush, and they collectively tease him to make a move on you before someone else snatches you out of his grasp.
The first time Wrecker actually talks to you, he physically has to restrain himself from reaching out just to see how soft your skin feels like.
You looked so pretty, and angelic, and so soft that his hands visibly twitched at his sides every time you stand too close.
But the moment you initiated the first contact, a gentle graze on his arm as you thanked him after he walks you home, it was as if a barrier has been lifted. The next following days, Wrecker finds every excuse to touch you.
A large hand on your back, a teasing poke of a finger on your cheek, brushing a stubborn strand of hair behind your ear, holding out an arm to assist you, tugging you close to his side every time the crowd begins to grow denser.
ANY and EVERY excuse just to feel your softness against his rough exterior.
And you always welcomed them with a bashful grin or an amused laugh—to which he always beamed at.
— NSFW
Oh, stars.
As soon as another barrier was lifted, when the both of you finally acknowledged the ongoing tension between the two of you, Wrecker will seize every opportunity to kiss you.
And not just kiss you.
He'll be insatiable for more.
The first time he finds out how you secretly enjoyed being manhandled by him was a great shock to him. When he gently pulls you aside to scare off an unwanted advance from a stranger, whilst he roughly pushes the guy away.
He sees the way you stared at him—dazed, lips parted, and visibly shaken. Then, he also sees the way your pupils shadowed the color of your eyes. The way you bit your lip at the display of his strength. And how your thighs pressed together when he turned around after he shoved the guy off.
Stars, he almost drops the gentleman act to take you right there on the spot.
And as he walks you home again, standing in front of your door, he expects a sweet and chaste kiss before you enter inside. But no—as soon as you unlock your door, you grab his arm and pull him inside with a strength that surprises him.
After you've given him permission to finally take you, oh, Wrecker grins so wide he swoops you into his arms and marches straight to your room.
There, on your bed, he ravages you with every strength his rough touch can give you. His hands are always on your body, exploring your skin, teeth marking your neck with bruises of his claim. He'll have you close, flushed against him, never parting fully. To make sure you feel every inch of him while he takes you.
He physically CANNOT keep his hands to himself during these moments. Always finding purchase on your hips, around your thighs, on your chest, your neck, your spine, everywhere.
And he just can't help himself. Not when you're so soft, so willing, and all his.
Okay I know we all agree that the clones should be darker in the animated series BUT what about tan lines? They get so much sun when they’re out on missions and maker knows they aren’t taking the time to tan everything. Well, most of them aren’t. Fives and a few others might. Actually, I can picture most of torrent (torment) company pulling out the tanning uh shields? Whatever they’re called. Just to annoy Rex. Ahsoka would so be in on it. Actually, Anakin would too. Rex, Obi-Wan, and Cody are just standing there watching like disapproving parents fighting back smiles.
But give us clones with armor tans (instead of farmer tans lmao). I think it would be so funny if their heads were darker than the rest of the body. And it’s super noticeable when they’ve been on a planet that gets an obscene amount of sunlight. Like they go to spar and workout and off goes the shirt and BAM the rest of them is several shades lighter.
Summary: Exhausted after a grueling mission and facing an immediate second deployment, a you seek comfort in the quiet hold of the Marauder alongside Crosshair. In a rare moment of vulnerability between you two, and after a bit of flirting lol, a sudden, heartfelt confession breaks the ice of your unspoken bond dropping back into the another war zone.
Word Count: 800, smth like that lol
Warnings: None <3, just fluffyyy fluffyyy cloudssss and cuteness because we all know crosshair has a soft spot ☺️
note: This is my very first TBB FF so bare with me 🥲. Hopefully you guys like it and comments/requests/advice/questions are always appreciated! 💕🤗
The steady, rhythmic hum of the Marauder’s hyperdrive vibrated through the floorboards, a familiar backdrop to the exhaustion weighing down every muscle in your body. The mission on the outer rim planet had been a chaotic blur of blaster fire and deflecting plasma bolts, and the physical toll of tapping into the Force for hours was finally catching up to you.
Every part of you ached for a real mattress, but unfortunately, Hunter had already announced that a secondary Separatist communications outpost needed to be taken out before anyone could sleep.
Across the hold, leaning back against the cold metallic hull near the gunner’s station, stood Crosshair. Over the last several months, the two of you had developed a deep, unshakeable bond, full of quiet understanding and a shared, subtle flirtation that lived in the quiet spaces between missions, though neither of you had ever actually confessed your feelings to one another. His toothpick was perched between his lips, shifting slightly as he stared blankly at the floor, his long arms crossed tightly over his chest. Driven by sheer exhaustion and an undeniable craving for comfort, you pushed yourself up from your supply crate and quietly walk over to Crosshair.
Crosshair didn't look up immediately, but the subtle tilt of his head told you he had tracked your approach. You stopped just a foot away from him.
"Crosshair...?" your voice was barely a whisper.
The toothpick shifted to the corner of his mouth as a faint, amused smirk tugged at his lips. "Yes, princess?" he replied, his tone a low, gravelly drawl reserved entirely for you.
"Can I lay on you? I'm really tired."
Crosshair stared by you for a beat, his expression softening in a way the rest of the squad never got to see. He tossed his toothpick into a nearby disposal bin and uncrossed his arms. "Come here," he murmured softly.
Instead of sitting or turning away, you stepped directly into his space, facing him. You leaned forward, pressing your chest right against his chest, completely erasing the distance between you. Crosshair let out a low, breathy huff, half surprise, half contentment, as his long, strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, locking you against him. The contrast between the cool, hard plates of his armor and the deep, steady warmth of his body was comforting beyond words. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, letting out a long, shaky sigh of relief.
"Rough day out there, huh?" Crosshair murmured, his hands resting flat against your back, holding you flush against him.
"The droids just kept coming," you mumbled, your voice muffled against his skin. "And Hunter's already planning the next drop. I don't think my legs are going to work by the time we drop out of lightspeed."
"Let the regular clones handle the running next time," Crosshair said, his tone dropping into that quiet, fiercely protective register. "You're spending too much time on the front lines when you should be letting me clear the path."
You pulled your head back just an inch, looking up at him with a sleepy, playful grin. "Someone has to make sure you don't get distracted, sniper."
Crosshair looked down at you, his dark eyes brimming with a rare, quiet fondness. "I don't get distracted," he whispered. Then, leaning down just a fraction, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his lips brushing against your hair. "Except maybe by a certain troublesome Jedi."
A soft laugh bubbled up from your chest, the vibration pressing right into his. "Oh, so I'm a distraction now?"
"The worst kind," he murmured against your forehead, before shifting his weight slightly to lean back against the wall, taking your full weight with him.
One of his large, gloved hands slid up from your waist, his fingers weaving gently into your hair. He began to slowly massage your scalp, untangling the knots left behind by the wind and smoke of the battlefield. The steady, rhythmic motion was hypnotic, making your eyes flutter shut again. You nuzzled closer, your cheek resting against his chest plate right over the steady, calming thud of his heart.
"You're too tense," Crosshair whispered, his breath brushing against your ear. "Stop thinking about the next base."
"Hard not to," you muttered, though you couldn't help but melt completely into his touch as his other hand traces warm, soothing circles over your back. "What if I fall asleep during the briefing?"
Crosshair smirked, a low rumble that vibrated pleasantly against your chest. He tilted your chin up gently with two fingers, forcing you to look at him. The intense, protective gaze in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.
"If you fall asleep, I'll carry you to the gunship," he said softly, his voice incredibly tender. He leaned down and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, making you smile. "And if Hunter complains, he can deal with me. Got it?”
“Mhm, I got it.” you whispered, a flush of warmth rising to your cheeks.
You leaned up on your tiptoes just enough to press a quick, affectionate kiss to his jawline. You felt him catch his breath for a second before his arm tightened around your waist, sealing the space between you entirely.
"Keep doing that and we're definitely missing the briefing," he teased, his voice dropping an octave, a wicked little smirk returning to his lips.
"Good. Let Tech explain the logistics to Wrecker," you mumbled happily.
You closed your eyes, absorbing the warmth of his embrace, but the comfort of the moment made your chest swell with a feeling you couldn't keep hidden anymore. You looked back up at him, your voice soft and sincere.
"Crosshair...?"
"Yes, princess?"
"I love you."
Crosshair froze, his dark eyes widening slightly in sudden surprise. His sharp mind went completely blank, caught entirely off guard by the sudden confession. He desperately tried to keep his usual cool, stoic composure, tightening his jaw so he wouldn't show just how deeply the words had impacted him. But instead of replying, he leaned down and covered your lips with his own, kissing you with a deep, lingering sweetness that told you everything his words couldn't.
When he finally pulled back, he looked away for a split second, a rare, faint flush creeping up his neck. He didn't quite know how to react or say the words out loud just yet, but as he rested his chin back on top of your head and pulled you even tighter against his chest, you knew without a doubt that he loved you too.
These are panels for chapter 1 and chapter 2 of my CX-2 Tech fanfic "Return From Darkness". If you like emotionally rich, grounded and character driven stories, please be sure to check it out! It is one emotional roller coaster ride.
Art done by Collophora. Concepts by me.
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Summary: You're at your limit with your job. But luckily, Crosshair is an unlikely source of comfort.
Warnings: Some talk of work stress, but the focus is on the very indulgent comfort.
A/N: HELLO TUMBLR!!
It has been a long time since I posted, but I am finally writing again. Thank you for your patience. And I'll ask for a little more. I'm writing again, but I am taking things slow to avoid overextending myself.
So I figure I'd start with a warm, comforting Crosshair fic. This was what I fixated on to get over my own work stress this week. So I hope you find it helpful, too!
It's been a long day.
No, it's been a long year.
Just a million different moments spread across each day that began to stockpile in the pit of your stomach. Stress building like bile until the thought of another rotation made you nauseous.
"Just quit."
The voice may have been rough, the tone dismissive. But you knew Crosshair only said it out of concern.
You could see it in the way he hovered. Hear it in the gruff clearing of his throat as he refilled your water again and again.
He didn't like problems he couldn't solve. And your toxic job was top of that list.
"You know why I can't, Cross," you sigh as you settle further into the couch. Your apartment was small, but you do what you can to make it cozy. Usually. Lately you've slacked when tidying up. Another worry for the pile.
"Excuses."
He tosses the towel used to dry the dishes from dinner before joining you. Without asking, he pulls you from your nest into his lap as he moves to take your seat.
The moment his arms lock around you, your body melts. Not fully. Not enough to fix anything. But just enough to take the edge of.
Somehow, that is sweeter than anything else you could imagine right now.
"No, it's reality. I pull in a decent paycheck and I'll never be fired. Those are invaluable benefits. Besides, every job has office politics and dumbasses in charge."
He huffs and tucks your head under his chin, curling around you. You're so glad he finally got over himself and let you get close. Crosshair was so touch starved his craving for physical reassurance was higher than yours.
Thank goodness, too. It was selfish, but knowing he needed you even when you felt like such a failure gives you strength.
"You're hurting yourself," he rasps.
"I can take it." Your voice doesn't waiver, but a current of uncertainty shocks you. You can ... but it leaves you so tired. You feel like a shell of yourself most days.
"You're strong. But you don't gotta prove it."
You feel his lips brush against your hair. He liked burying his face into you. It made you smile every time. You return the favor, shifting in his arms to press into his chest.
"Nothing to do about it now. Just ..." You trail off and press a kiss to his collarbone. "Can we just say like this until I feel better?"
He doesn't answer you. Crosshair only reaches over to grab the remote for the holoprojector.
He puts on your latest favorite drama. Something to get swept away watching. Something perfectly distracting to occupy your mind as the soft warmth of Crosshair's body against your own relaxed your muscles.
Eventually, you feel yourself begin to drift off. You resist, unwilling to sacrifice any time with Cross before he has to leave again. But you can't fight the overwhelm of comfort he brings you. And he wouldn't want you to.
You're lucky enough to feel his cool lips press against your forehead before sleep claims you.
No matter what you have to face tomorrow, you know his warmth will be there to welcome you home after.
Tehehe this is a piece I got commissioned to draw for a fic. It’s super good and you should read it! I’ll link it once it’s up
Edit* she just posted it lol it’s very well written AND it’s all about reader becoming Omega’s mom and it’s set before the Clone Wars even started so lore building. Absolutely worth the read. The first four chapters are up!
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!
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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.
