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Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
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The Bad Batch Missions
The Healer Who Got Away MasterList!
The Bad Batch
Permanent Scars: 🌧️🫂 Story Requested by @genericficerblog (Hunter/Echo +Omega)
Familiar Yet Unfamiliar World: 🌧️ A shore leave vacation with the boys is something that you and the squad desperately needed. But what happens when you fall asleep and wake up somewhere else. (The Bad Batch x Reader)
Get Well Soon! : 🌼 The Batch take care of their sick Cyar’ika. (The Bad Batch x Reader)
I Demand Cuddles! : 🌼 A little Drabble of the Bad Batch early in the morning when the reader tries to sneak out of bed.
Hunter
Mistress Please!: 😈 The Bad batch finally have a break and decide to spend it on Coruscant. Before (Y/N) can leave the ship however, her sergeant would like to have a word with her…or several. (Sub! Hunter x Dom! Reader)
Welcome Home Sergeant: 😈 There is only one way to welcome back your soldier when he comes home from the front. (Hunter x Reader)
Guardian Jedi: 🌧️❗️🫂🌼 Awoken by sounds of distress, you help Hunter through a very bad night. (Hunter x Reader)
Wrecker
Positive: 🌼🫂 Life on Pabu was blissful, the squad finally retiring from their soldier days. With their retirement, what happens when (Y/N) receives some pleasantly surprising news? How will Wrecker react? (Wrecker x Reader)
Surprise for You: 😈 Wrecker comes home from a long day on the boat with ingredients to make a nice dinner. His wife however, has a special surprise in store for him. (Wrecker x Reader)
Battle Symphony: 🌧️🌼 Story Requested by Anonymous (Wrecker x Reader)
Tech
My Dear Cyar’ika: 😈 It's time for lunch and you go to the barracks to try and pull Tech away from his work. Instead, he some how pulls you into helping him. Help keep him warm, that is. (Dom! Tech x Sub! Reader)
Friendly Flying Fun: 🌼 Story requested by @ewokmurderbear (Tech x Jedi! Reader)
The Lucky Twins:😈 (See Crosshair section for Description) (Tech x Reader x Crosshair)
Crosshair
The Lucky Twins: 😈 Game night shenanigans with the 212th leads the twins of the Bad batch and their medic to have an interesting evening together. (Crosshair x Reader x Tech)
Relaxing Days: 😈 Crosshair and his jetii have some private time away from everyone else. (Crosshair x Reader)
One More Light: 🫂🌧️ Requested by @saturnsmoon24 -> Happy Ending Version Here
Echo
He’ll be Home Soon: 🌧️🫂A mission gone wrong takes your beloved trooper away from you. Is it a fever dream? Or reality that brings him home? (Echo x Reader)
He Came Home: 🌧️🫂😈(Part 2 to He’ll be Home Soon) (Echo x Reader)
Clone Shenanigans
Reunited At Last : 🌼😈 Navigating the world since order 66 has been hard but having an amazing crew of people and your son by your side has made the world a brighter place. Could a familiar face from your past dim that light? or make it even brighter? (Rebels! Rex x Reader)
Disobedient Girl: 😈 You disappear during a day of training and Rex find you in your room relieving stress without him. That’s a no no in the captain’s eyes. (Rex x Reader)
Sleeping Beauty: 😈 Rex and Cody wake their girl up by trying out one of her kinks. Good times follow. (Rex x Reader x Cody)
Live to Fight Another Day : 🌼🫂 Lily and Kenzo are a part of the greatest army to ever grace the galaxy. In there own respective profession, they must navigate how to get through the fighting together while keeping their relationship hidden. (OC! Jedi x OC! Clone Trooper)
Morning Dance: waiting in your room for your Arc troopers to get back, dancing around in close to nothing. They are unable to resist. 😈 (Fives x Reader x Echo)
Obi-wan Journals
A Teddy Bear Hug : 😈🌼 The war is over and the world is at peace. But there is something missing from your life with Obi-wan. He doesn't know if it is something that he can have, but you want to prove him wrong. (Obi-wan x Reader)
You’ve Got a Nice Ass : 🌼 Admiring Obi-wan from afar has always been hard, especially when you were so closely with him. A few comments from Anakin lead to an embarrassing moment with Obi-wan. (Obi-wan x Reader)
Anakin Adventures
It's Not Your Fault : 🌧️🫂 A mission gone right but sevrely wrong lands Anakin and Padme's daughter in a coma. Anakin's self-doubt causes him to spiral even when everyone has told him that it's not his fault. His daughter needs him to stay strong. (Anakin x Padme + Daughter! Reader)
Ahsoka’s Experiences
(All fics have Ahsoka at age 16+!! None of these fanfics will be smutty in the slightest. They are strictly young romance and/or platonic)
I Left my Friend to Die: 🌧️🫂🌼 a series of events lead Ahsoka to hearing the voice of a friend lost to battle. Is her search for closure she finds someone she never expected to see again; someone she let down terribly. (Ahsoka x Reader)
Warnings: ANGSTTT, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, blood, wounds, sad Crosshair, vulnerability, character “Death”, happy ending, master Yoda is kinda a dad lol, Crosshair a little OOC, hugs, tears, resurrection through the force (don’t question it🤫), fluffyish
Words: 2.8K+
“How much longer Tech?” Hunter grit out over the comms, his voice strained as the droids closed in on them.
“I am going as fast as the algorithm will allow me. I cannot rush this otherwise it could corrupt the data we are expected to acquire,” Tech said, his tone sounding annoyed but he knew they were on a time crunch, any second the droids could discover him and he didn’t exactly want to get cornered.
“Kriff,” Hunter groaned, turning back and firing another shots at the droids behind him. His eyes shifted around his surroundings as he fought, watching as Wrecker took out a few more droid a couple feet’s from his own position but was quickly becoming overwhelmed.
“I need cover over here!” Wrecker yelled over the comms as the droids began to surround him. Wrecker was not usually one to get overwhelmed but there were too many droid this time.
“Crosshair-” Hunter called but was silenced by a rapid barrage of precise shots firing from a distance. Crosshair cleverly took out half the droids surrounding Wrecker and watched with a smirk as Wrecker took out the rest.
“You’re welcome,” Cross drawled over the comms, now turning his sights to where Hunter was and where (Y/N) should be. It should’ve been easy to spot them, robes framing their body as the green of a lightsaber cut through the fields of droids.
“General what’s your location?” Crosshair spoke over the comms but there was no reply from the general. He fired a few more shots toward Hunter and Wrecker positions, mowing down what droids he could from a distance as Wrecker and Hunter continued to engage in close quarters.
“General, where are you?!” Hunter voice was more firm yet concerned, looking around his field of view for the general who was meant to be fighting by their side.
“I have got what we need!” Techs voice cut through the chatter like a plasma shot, making everyone sag in just a little relief.
“Good! Get out of there so we can blow this place sky high!” Wrecker jumped in before Hunter could, excited just to be able to blow something up finally.
“Technically-“ Tech started but was cut off by Hunter this time.
“No time for technicalities Tech, lay the charges and GET. OUT. OF. THERE!” He didn’t mean to snap at his younger brother, but right now he needed him out of there so that they could blow the facility and find the general.
“Roger that,” Tech said, knowing not to take Hunters words to heart. He too wanted to get out of here and off this planet. Meanwhile, Crosshair was trying to contact you on your private comm channel with no success.
“(Y/N) come in, where are you!?” His voice was growing frantic, panic seeping into his bones when there was only static in response to his voice.
“Cyar’ika this isn’t funny, come on!” Crosshair was getting frantic now, looking through the scope of his sniper, trying to see if his eagle eyes could see anything that would tell him where his beloved had gone.
It was when he zoomed all the way with his sniper scope that he found a small patch of blood and a trail leading further away from the battlefield. His heart pounded as he mentally cursed, torn between leaving his post to follow the trail or stay until Hunter gave the signal. His answer was made for him as Tech came barrelling out of the facility at lightning speed, not looking back as he ran toward Hunter.
“Tech’s clear! Wrecker blow it!” Hunter said over the comms, relief flooding his voice as his little brother ran passed him, Hunter taking the hint and turning to run after Tech. Wrecker followed suit with an enormous grin on his face, detonator in hand and finger on the trigger, pushing it down as they went. Crosshair didn’t waste anymore time, jumping up from his sniper perch and sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him toward where he had seen the blood trail.
His heart hammered against his rib cage, hoping and praying to whatever being watched the galaxy that his cyar’ika was alive. He couldn’t bare the thought of loosing her like this, the thought that she was alone and bleeding. As he ran he passed his brothers who all look only slightly relieved, but that relief was short lived when Crosshair passed them, Hunter being able to hear his heavy breathing.
“Crosshair!” Hunter called after him but Cross didn’t stop, desperately trying to find his beloved. He only narrowly picked up on the rapid foot falls following him, knowing that his brothers were behind him.
“Do you know where the general is?” Wrecker asked but just like Hunter, he received no response to his question. Crosshair ran like his life depended on it and in a way, he felt it did.
He came screeching to a halt near where he found the trail of blood and pick it up, eyes narrowing as he followed it. Tech, Wrecker and Hunter followed him, Hunter taking the lead with his enhanced senses. Crosshair continued to ignore the other three as he searched for his beloved, following the trail of blood left behind.
“(Y/N)! can you hear me?” he removed his helmet and called out, more worry and panic seeping into to as there was no response in return. Hunter signalled for the others to fan out in the area and search, wanting to cover more ground to find their missing general.
“General! Where are you?” Wrecker called out this time, just as worried for their general as the others. His good eyes turned left and right, spotting more blood leading further away from where the battle had taken place.
“I found more blood!” Wrecker said over the comms, following to where it led, which led him to more. He was growing more worried now with how much thicker the trail grew. He barely heard the sound the rapid footsteps behind him as he turned the corner of a tree, coming to a halt in horror of what saw.
“Oh no,” Wrecker whispered as he flipped up his helmet, just as Crosshair came speeding around the same tree.
“(Y/N)!” He practically yelled, throwing his helmet down and falling to his knees next to his beloved, “(Y/N) I need you too open your eyes and look at me, please,” Crosshair begged and he tried his best to find where to start.
Your back was to the tree, arms at your side with a blaster wound to your left shoulder, and a vibro sword lodged in you right. There was another blaster wound just below your right breast, other scraps and bleed cuts littering your legs. Your pants had been shredded, making way for the dirt of the land to seep into your wounds.
Crosshair didn’t know where you start, his eyes rapidly moving over your body, trying his best to determine if you were alive just as Hunter found your position. His eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape, falling next to Crosshair and tossing his helmet as well.
“Hunte-“ Hunter stopped Wrecker from saying anything by hold up his hand, using his other one to feel around your neck for a pulse. Crosshair watched in defeat, still trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.
“I can hear a faint pulse but it’s weak. We heave to get her to the marauder,” Hunter said quietly turning his eyes to Crosshair who had yet to speak. The sniper moved his hand up slowly and placing it under your nose, trying to feel for any sign of breathing. His shoulders sagged in a small amount of relief that you were breathing, but just like your pulse, it was weak and shallow.
“H-how do we move her?” Wrecker asked shyly, twiddling his thumbs. He didn’t know how to help, waiting for a signal from Hunter.
“(Y/N) please,” Crosshair finally spoke, his shoulders shaking as the weight and the emotion of the moment finally hit him. His gloves had long since been forgotten, calloused hands coming up to hold your face, being careful at what internal injuries they couldn’t see.
“(Y/N) you can’t leave me like this,” Crosshair sniffed, his voice cracking at the prospect of loosing you. He didn’t even care how vulnerable he was being in front of his brothers right now. All that mattered was getting through to you. He could faintly register Hunter on comms to Tech telling him to hurry with the ship but he couldn’t bring himself to pay much attention.
“(Y/N) please. Please cyare don’t go yet,” he pleaded, voice cracking even more as tears began to run down his cheeks. He couldn’t control the racing of his heart, the way it felt so heavy in his chest, like someone had dropped a tank on it.
You coughed, your shoulders rose and fell shakily as blood spilled from between your lips. Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker all jumped, shocked that you had moved at all.
“Cross..” your voice was barely a whisper, throat dry and eyes still sealed shut. There was a constant ringing in your ears that made it hard to hear anything, but you could always discern the feel of his hands.
“It’s me cyare, I’m here. We’re going to get you home I promise,” Crosshair said, placing his forehead to yours, holding you gently. Somehow a smile managed to find its way to your face, even if it was bloody and tired. You lifted your head as best you could, eyes just barely opening to gaze at your handsome sniper, the man who had saved your life more than once, who had showed you it was safe to love even if he had a hard time showing that love.
“I a-am home ne-ner ram’ser,” you whispered, smiling at Crosshair as your eyes close once more, body falling completely slack and still. You were cold, but your heart was filled with warmth to have seen him one more time. Your hearing faded to the sounds of Crosshair and the batch calling your name as the sounds of the marauder filled the air.
But now there was silence. Peace.
——
Hunter watched silently from the door of the medbay as Crosshair held your hand, slowly stroking the back with his thumb, head resting on his other arm which rested on your bed. They had been at the medical centre for almost four rotations now, waiting, hoping. Crosshair had barely left your side, only going so far as to use the fresher toilet before resuming his place by your bedside.
You were hooked up to a monitor but no other machines, the medics of the station saying that you were clinically gone. Crosshair was convinced that you weren’t gone, even if the monitor said you were. They had dropped you in a bacta tank to heal your wounds but there was nothing beyond that that they could do.
Cross barely ate anything while they waited, opting to stay next to you in case something changed. He hadn’t even showered since there last mission, dirt and some of your blood still caked into his armour. Tech had tried to get Crosshair to move, going on about the blood circulation in his body but Crosshair ignored his twin, his eyes never leaving you.
His mind raced with the memories of the last five days; having (Y/N) in his bunk, laughing about something absurd he’d said, the missions they shared, the love that shimmered between them, the smile on her face when she said she’d she him back on the marauder after this mission.
Then, came the darkness; finding her against that tree, on the brink of death. Having her light fade in his arms, holding her against him as he carried her onto the marauder. Her blood soaked his armour as he held her, eyes wet as he listened to the sound of hyperspace. Hunter flew as Tech tried to pull (Y/N) out of Crosshair’s grasp, trying to see if there was any way to revive her. Cross barely let Tech touch her, his arms secured around her frame.
“Crosshair I need to-“
“There’s nothing you can do,” Crosshair heard himself hiss, his eyes wet with tears, cheeks red from crying. Tech didn’t look at his twin with judgment or pity, because he knew that right now Crosshair needed stability. But his stability had died in his arms.
“Crosshair-“
“We’re coming up on the medical station now.” Crosshair heard Hunters voice but still refused to let his beloved go. He knew he’d have to sooner rather than later, less their relationship be exposed. But part of him didn’t care, though he knew she would. It would have him demoted or worse, decommissioned, and she’s likely never see him again.
His eyes found her face the content smile still slightly there, the acceptance of death in Crosshairs arms making the moment all the more heartbreaking.
Crosshair was brought back to reality by a tap on his shoulder, the sniper flinching before wiping around to find Hunter there. He almost ignored the sergeant but the look in his eyes told him he needed to stand. So Crosshair did just as the medbay doors opened to reveal Master Yoda accompanied by Tech and Wrecker.
“Clone force 99. A pleasure it is, to meet you finally,” he spoke a calm aura surrounding the old master. The clones all stood at attention though Crosshair was ridged next to his brother.
“At ease troopers, here to reprimand you, I am not. To inquire what happened I am,” he said and looked to Crosshair with Empathy. Somehow It made Crosshair feel even more uneasy that the grandmaster of the Jedi council was looking at him with such empowerment.
“We completed our mission sir,” Hunter started, his voice mostly stead but as he gazed at (Y/N) his voice and expression wavered. He may not have had the same relationship with her as Crosshair did but she was still their general; their friend.
“But the general unfortunately didn’t make it. We lost sight of her and when we found her-“ Hunter hand to still himself as he recounted what they found, the images burned into his brain.
“They murdered her,” Crosshair finished for him, not going into any details of the scene, the sight of her blood pooled around her still etched in Crosshairs mind as well. His words came out cold and detached, not far off from his usual unfriendly demeanour. But this was different. This was grief and heartache rolled into one undeniable cold monster.
“The loss of Jedi (L/N), sad I was to hear. Though completely gone I do not believe she is,” Master Yoda said and as if on cue the machine next to (Y/N) began beeping rapidly. The Batches heads wiped around to stare at (Y/N), watching as he me body convulsed slightly.
“What’s happening to her?!” Crosshair panicked, immediately at (Y/N)’s side though he didn’t know how to help. Master Yoda just stood by, a small smile on his face.
“Passed on to the force, she had not,” he started, walking over to the opposite side of the bed. Crosshair looked at the Jedi master bewildered, not in the mood for riddles.
“Another opportunity at life, she has been given,” Master Yoda said just a blinding blue light over took the room, making Crosshair, and the others cover their eyes.
As the light died down, (Y/N)’s form had disappeared from the bed, sheets ruffled and heart monitor disconnected. Crosshair eyes went wide again and just as he turned to Mastser Yoda to give him a piece of his mind, a voice behind them all had their heads turning.
“Is my head supposed to hurt this much Master?” Your voice filled the room, causing everyone turn toward you, eyes wide and mouths having open. You surveyed the room and gave a small smile to your squad, eyes lingering on Crosshair for an extra beat before meeting those your Master Yoda.
Before anyone could speak or even Wrecker could engulf you in a hug, Crosshair was there, pulling you into his arms. One hand was around your waist while the other rested on the back of your head, holding you to him as if you’d slip away again. You could feel the shaking of his chest through his armour, that you now noticed was still caked in dirt and blood. You only smiled and wrapped your arms around him, smiling into his chest.
The rest of the Batch let out a collective breath and without much thought, joined the hug, much to Crosshairs distaste. You just giggled as he grumbled, eyes meeting Master Yoda’s as he smiled at the scene.
You weren’t ready to really explain what had happened or what it took to get a second chance from the force but for now, you were content to begin the arms of your sniper. You were happy to bring back his light.
There you go! Hopefully I’ll have something new soon but for now, May the Force be With You!
Hunter x Reader / Wrecker x Reader / Tech x Reader / Crosshair x Reader / Echo x Reader
My first ever Drabble! I’ve never written one before but this seemed like it fit well. Originally this was supposed to be just a Crosshair short fic but then I got to thinking, why not write about all of them? So here we go!
Warning: EXTREME FLUFFFF, soft Batch, lots of kisses, cuddles, suggestive themes but no really smut, peaceful, (y’all will need to book a dentist appointment after reading this tooth rotting FLUFF), touch starved bad batch, happy endings all around.
Words: 2.0K
The sun creeping in through the windows of your cosy home is what roused you from your comfortable slumber, the birds chirping outside signalling that it was sometime in the morning. The plush bed beneath your body was warm and inviting, tempting you to fall asleep once more. As you lay in bed, eyes trained on the ceiling, you smiled in contentment. Life was good, a warm happy home, great food, great company and anything anyone could ever want in a home.
You turned your head to the left and smiled at the trooper who lay asleep there, worry lines gone and mouth open in soft snores. He looked so handsome and content, no tension left in his shoulders as they faintly rose up and down with his breathing. As carefully as you could, you moved the covers off your body, slowly sat up and placed your feet on the ground…
Hunter
You didn’t even manage to fully sit up before arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into the firm, warm chest of your sergeant. You let out an airy giggle as one of his arms locked firmly around you, the other quickly pulling the blanket back up to your chin before retreating back under the covers and finding its home on your waist.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” Hunter said in his devilishly sultry morning voice. There was an underlying smokiness to it which made your legs weak and core clench.
“I was gonna-“
“Try to sneak out of bed?”
“No, I was going to get out of bed to make breakfast you goofball. It’s almost 8 and we have work today.”
Hunter only grunted in response and instead, rolled your body over to face him, resting his chin on top of your head.
“We don’t have to go for a little bit,” Hunter said sleepily, a yawn leaving his lips as he held you. He didn’t want to leave the warm, cozy comfort of your bed just yet, content to just hold you in his arms forever. You let out another giggle, loving how clingy Hunter got in the mornings. There was something endearing about how he held you, kissed your forehead, whispered sweet nothing in your ear. It made you look forward to waking up in the morning but also going to sleep at night.
Hunters hands around your waist tightened ever so slightly, giving you two pulsing squeezing before relaxing again. You smiled and returned the gesture, giving his shoulder the same two pulsing squeezes before snuggling into him once more.
It was a gesture that had started during the war, a small sign to let each other know the other was okay. And now it represented your unwavering love for one another. It was calm, peaceful and safe.
“Hunter?”
”Hm?”
“I love you so much,” you said, placing a kiss to his scruffy chin, smiling at the happy rumble that came from his chest.
“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner cyare,” Hunter said, the Mando’a rolling off his tongue in a way that made you keen happily. Hunter chuckled and smoothed his hand down your back, giving your bum a couple squeezes as well. You just laughed and playfully swatted his chest, trying and failing to keep your composure.
“You’re such a man.”
“You love me though hm?”
“Always have and always will.”
Wrecker
Wreckers snores luckily drowned out the sounds of the floor boards, making it easier to slip out of bed. However, that just had to be the moment when Wrecker rolled over onto his other side, arm outstretched and feeling around your side of the bed for you.
“Wha-“ he slurred, his mind waking up ever so slightly to register that you had moved. You turned your head to gaze over your shoulder at him, smiling as his sleepy eyes met yours.
“Good morning sweetheart,” you said and Wrecker looked around, his brain still trying to catch up with his body.
“Whas-Whas gon on?” His words were slurred sleepily and you couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. You reached back and placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. Wrecker turned his attention back to you, laying his head back down on the pillow as your soft hand caressed his face.
“Goo mornin babe,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep, but his good eyes looked at you half lidded and lovingly.
“I’m going to make breakfast. Anything special you want?” You asked, smiling as Wrecker shook his head. Instead of responding with words, he carefully and delicately gripped your wrist, pulling you back toward him with his strength. You let out a quiet yelp as you were brought back into his warm embrace, body warming upas he held you.
“Wan you to stay in bed,” Wrecker said, closing his eyes again and already letting the peacefulness of your presence lull him back to sleep. You giggled softly and tried to leave once again but Wrecker only tighten his gentle grip on you, adjusting positions so that he was spooning you properly and comfortably. All you could do was lay there, accepting the fact that the cuddle monster had gotten you and you were now bound to stay in bed for at least another hour.
“You’re silly you know that?” You said and took wreckers hand in your own, lacing your fingered together as you closed your eyes again.
“You wuv me,” Wrecker replied, his voice already quiet and on the verge of sleep again.
“I do wuv you, my sleepy giant.”
Tech
“Darling?” Tech’s groggy morning voice stoped you in your tracks, making you curse under you breath. You hadn’t wanted to wake him, especially considering that a sleeping Tech was a rare sight. You peaked over your shoulder to see him rubbing his eyes, a yawn leaving his mouth with a small drabble of drool at the corner.
The adorable sight made you giggle, turning back around to wipe his mouth, holding his cheek in your hand and thumbing along his cheek bone. Tech closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand, placing his slightly larger, warm hand over yours.
“I was going to get up to go to the market. Would you like anything?” You asked softly, already watching as Tech’s eyes began to close again. He really was tired and having you here with him meant comfort, warmth, safety and staying in bed. Tech just shook his head and instead, pulled the blankets back up, trapping you under them with him.
“Tech-“ you were cut off as he sleepily kissed your forehead, cocooning you in his embrace.
“Can we go together later?” Tech asked, tightening his hold on you as his breathing evened out again. You smiled and nodded, even if he couldn’t see it but he felt it. You could feel the way his muscles relaxed even further, his body going soft as it held you.
“We can. Just want to go back to sleep?” You asked, running a hand through his soft brown locks, feeling the way he shivered at the affectionate touch, a sleepy smile on his lips.
“Mmhmm, I require at lease another standard hour,” he said, words muffled and slurred as he spoke into your chest. You just smiled and kissed his forehead, wiggling to get into a more comfortable position.
“I love you Tech,” you whispered, hearing a low rumble and slightly muffled “I love you too,” into your chest. Tech was already asleep again by the time you closed your eyes, his arm locked around your waist and his nose wrinkled in the cutest way.
You smiled down at him lovingly, yawning as you were pulled back into the subconscious plain of dreams, content to stay in bed forever if Tech was by your side.
Crosshair
“Get back here,” the words made you stop, not daring to turn around to see the cheeky sniper who lay beside you. He was very clingy in the morning, especially if he was comfortable and would only get out of bed when his stomach began to growl louder than Wreckers snores.
“I was going to go for a walk by the water,” you said softly, chancing a glance over to him. Crosshair was curled up on his side facing you, left eye still closed but his right eye peered at you through sleepy lashes He wore a tired pout, blankets bunched up in his fists. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as you looked at him. No matter how many morning you woke up next to him, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever met.
“A walk can wait. I wasn’t done sleeping,” he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm and fake seriousness that you couldn’t help but giggle at, shaking your head as you swung your legs back into the bed. You smiled as Crosshair gave a fake serious nod before pulling you into his body, koala hugging you with the blankets still in his grasp. His hands found their way to your chest, giving a gentle yet possessive squeeze to your breasts, using them like a stress ball.
You laughed this time while stifling a moan, kissing your sleepy snipers forehead, freeing one of your arms from his grip to scratch his head. You felt a rumble of contentment from his chest, his muscles relaxing again as he held you.
“Don’t do that again,” he grumbled sleepily, adjusting to ensure you had enough blanket but also to make sure you couldn’t slip out of his arms again. You just giggled again and placed another kiss to his forehead.
“I won’t Cross. Go back to sleep, Eva go for a walk together in a couple hours,” you said softly, already feeling his breathing evening out again. The only acknowledgment you got that he had heard you was a subtle nod into your shoulder, his arms loosening just a little as he reentered the realm of dreams.
“Sleep well Cross,” you said giving him one more kiss before you closed your eyes again, feeling safe in the arms of your blanket thieving, koala sleeping sniper.
Echo
Only to have a cool hand grab your hand, holding you gently in place. You turned your head to look at Echo who was rubbing his eye with his other hand, pout on his lips as he looked at you.
“Don’t go,” he said, almost so quiet you didn’t hear him, but luckily you did. You smiled softly at him before bringing your legs back into bed, lying down to face your handsome trooper.
“I was just going to make us some food,” you said, moving your hand to cup his cheek gently. Echo leaned into the warmth of your hand, pulling you closer to his body and tangling his legs with yours.
“Stay. Please?” He asked, gazing at you pleadingly. The look on his face clued you into the fact that he must’ve had a bit of a rough sleep last night, nodding in response to Echos request.
“I won’t go until you’re ready to get out of bed okay?” You said with a gentle smile. Echo returned it and held you close, closing his eyes and leaning into for a kiss. You reciprocated, meeting his lips halfway. The kiss was gentle and inviting, both of your bodies relaxing into one another as you went on.
Echos hand began to wander as the kiss deepened, one of them carefully tangling in your hair as the other found your bum, giving it a loving squeeze. You moaned into his mouth. Your hand running up and down his back, being mindful of the ports that still protruded from them.
“Wanna have a little fun before breakfast?” He asked, a cheeky smile on his handsome face. You beamed at him, giggling as he rolled you into your back.
“I’d love too,” you breathed as Echo leaned down and connected your lips once more.
I’m back! It’s been a very long, impromptu hiatus but I am alive I promise. I’ve got plenty of stories in the works, it’s just about getting them out of my brain and onto this app.
Clonemas Day 8 - Pregnancy/ Lactation kink - December 16th
Notes: On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, milk so delicious I might eat it with a cookie!
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: Pregnancy/ Lactation Kink
Warnings: SMUTTT, insecure reader, mentions of self doubt, pregnancy kink, Lactation kink, Cody is madly in love, P in V sex, trading, breast milk, nipple play, Cody is a tit man change my mind, pure filthy porn with little to no plot, bathroom sex
Words: 1.9K +
Cody awoke to a whine of discomfort from the woman next to him, feeling a shift in the bed, tossing and turning before it settled. Cody went to close his eyes again thinking it was just another repositioning attempt but then he heard cursing and felt the bed dip beside him. It creeped with the sounds of someone getting up, deep breathing rousing him fully.
“Cyar’ika?” He asked, rolling over to face you. You looked at him over your shoulder with a pained smile, taking hold of his outstretched hand.
“Go back to sleep love. It’s okay,” you said, trying your best to let the worst of the cramps pass without letting on just how pain they were. Cody however could see right through the act, sit up and swing himself over to your side of the bed, seating himself behind you. His legs encased yours, arms wrapping around your body, hands finding their home in your bump.
“What’s going on my love?” he asked softly, the care evident in his tone. You sighed as the wave of cramps finally passed, a dull ache left in its wake.
“Just…. Cramps,” you said, wincing as another sharp pain hit your lower back. Cody frowned, knowing how difficult this was for you, carrying his child, the changes it was making to your body. His hands made their way down under your bump, lifting it gently, taking some of the weight off.
You let out a content sigh, almost a moan as the extra weight was taken off your bladder and spine, giving you a short reprieve. Your head fell back to Cody’s shoulder, arms falling to your sides. Cody smiled, glad to take some of the excess weight off of you.
“That feels so good,” you whined, chest heaving with a deep inhale. You could feel Cody’s chest shake against your back, his chuckle bringing a smile to your face.
“I’m glad I could help love,” he said kindly, massaging the bottom of your bump, feeling your baby kick his hands. Cody broke out into a grin as he felt the strong knock, his face nuzzling into your neck as you too couldn’t help but smile.
“Strong, just like your daddy little one,” you said, relaxing into Cody’s arms. He kissed your neck, savouring the way your pulse jumped, heart racing as he showered you with his love.
“They’re going to be a warrior. Cuun verd.” The Mando’a rolled of his tongue like a prayer, making you shiver. Cody knew what he was doing, getting you flustered just by being his teasing self.
“Fuck, Cody don’t start. You’ll get me worked up.”
“Is that such a bad thing love?” You kept quiet at that, feeling the way your body was heating up. Cody slowly lowered your bump back down, a small smile on his face as you protested with a groan.
“Noooooo, why,” you complained, trying you bring his hands back to you. Cody tsked teasingly, his hands rubbing over your belly before coming up to cup your supple breasts. You moaned, his hands warm against your body, your chest more sensitive than normal.
“Cyar’ika I think…I think you’re lactating,” Cody said a little surprised, feeling you tense in front of him.
“What?!” Your voice was raised, body stiff as a board as your hands flew up to your chest. Cody moved his away and let you feel, feeling your shoulder begin to shake. You stood quickly and, as fast as your 8.5 month pregnant body would let you, rushed to the fresher room, slamming the panel for the lights. They flickered to life, making you squint as your eyes adjusted to them. Lo and behold you could see the wet stains where your nipples poked into your shirt, the patches making you feel a little embarrassed.
Cody stepped into the fresher room behind you, watching as the embarrassment over took your demeanour. He came up behind you again and circle you with his arms, just holding you to him as he let the moment pass.
“It’s not a bad thing my love. It’s a sign that your body is almost ready to deliverer our ad’ika. It’s a gift,” he said, his voice soothing as you blinked tears out of your eyes. You knew that this was all a part of the process but it was still embarrassing for you, in a way feeling like something was wrong.
“(Y/N).” Cody using your name instead of a pet name had you meeting his eyes in the mirror, watching as his shape gaze conveyed a message through the reflection.
“You. Are. Beautiful. A goddess among this world and the mother of our child. You look serene, Devine, stunning,” he whispered in your ear, punctuating each of his last three words with a kiss to your shoulder. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the thoughts creeping into your mind, the feelings of unworthiness trying to claw their way into your heart. But Cody wouldn’t let them, he would fight tooth and nail to keep those thought from invading your tender heart.
He turned you around to face him, taking your face carefully in his hands, his eyes scanning over you. He leaned in, placing an almost invisible kiss to your lips, holding you as if you were made of beskar. You leaned in more to kiss him harder, your hand tugging at his shirt to pull him closer to you, as close as your protruding belly would allow.
Cody pulled away from the kiss and wiped your tears, kissing both your cheeks and proceeding down your front. His hand slipped under the hem of your loose pyjama shirt, pulling it up your body. You wanted to stop him but at the same time, you wanted it off so you could change into a new, clean one. Cody gently removed it from your body, tossing it out the open door into the floor of your shared bedroom. You were about to scold him for just tossing it but you were stopped as he took your breast in his hands again, fondling them, caressing them like he would a new blaster.
“Cody wh-“ your sentence was cut off as he ran the pad of his thumb over your sensitive nipple, circling the areola before doing the same on the other side. You moaned at the sensation, hand reaching back to grab at the sink counter, resting your back against it as Cody became mesmerized by your chest.
He knelt down on the floor, hands still on your breasts, kissing his way down your body, placing loving, wet, open mouth kisses against your belly. You couldn’t help the giggles that left you, his kisses tickling your belly and causing your baby to kick again. Cody smiled against your stomach as he gazed up at you with such love and devotion, determined to drive away the embarrassment you felt.
Cody traveled back up your body, his hands moving down to cup your belly as his mouth went to your chest, kissing your full breasts. You groaned at his attention, feeling the warmth of his hands radiating against your belly. He took one of your breasts in his mouth unexpectedly, drawing a harsh whine from you. You weren’t expecting this kind of reaction but it felt amazing, his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking on your breast like a canteen.
You watched as Cody’s eyes closed as he savoured the sensation and that’s when you felt it, milk spilling from your chest and into his mouth. You gasped and tried to pull away, embarrassed but Cody only sucked harder, tweaking your other nipple and feeling the sticky white substance run down his arm.
“Cody-“ your whimper fell on deaf ears as he switched tits, taking your other in his mouth after licking up the trail of milk that had made its way down your body. You didn’t have the words to describe just how filthy this felt but all the same, it felt so good.
To say you were turned on was an understatement; your underwear soaked through with just unbelievably hot you felt. Cody opened his eyes again as he pulled away panting, a trail of your sweet milk making its way down his chin. Your gaze met his, eyes blown wide as you yourself struggled to catch your breath.
“You’re so beautiful cyar’ika. So attractive,” Cody said, standing and pulling you into to a heated kiss. You grained against his lips as his hands continued to rub your swollen belly. He didn’t try to fight for dominance, didn’t kiss with his teeth, he just took your breath away by kissing you long and hard. You were dizzy with love, hands struggling to find where to grasp as Cody pulled away.
“I love seeing you like this.” His whispered voice sent tingles down your spine. You looked up at him confused at first but his hands continued to rub at your belly. That’s when it clicked for you; Cody had a thing for seeing you swollen with his child. It was starting to make sense.
You giggled and pulled him into another kiss, feeling the way he groaned against your lips. Your hands wondered his body now, pulling at the waist band of his sleep pants, wanting them off when you felt just how hard he was. Cody obliged and shucked them off, giving the same treatment to yours before hoisting you up on the bathroom counter with a yelp.
“Cody-“
“You won’t break it.”
“But-“
“You won’t. The only butt I want to hear is yours smacking against me as I fuck you,” Cody said, his words sharp, leaving no room for argument or for you to fight his. You knew he was right but the insecurity always seemed to find its way into your head. Those thoughts were pushed aside when Cody spread your legs, running the velvety head of his cock along your folds.
“I love you so much cyar’ika. You look so beautiful all swollen with our ad’ika. So fucking sexy,” Cody said, pushing his tip inside you as you whined, pussy clenching around him already and he had barely even begun. Cody let out a sharp breath, a groan on the tip of his tongue as he pushed in further. You welcomed him into your tighten walls, head falling back against the fresher room mirror as Cody bottomed out inside you.
“Maker you feel amazing.”
“You feel amazing inside me my love.”
“Fuck I love you. Everything about you.” His words made you smile before another moaned forced its way out of you, Cody’s hands finding their way back to your breasts.
“Love these so much. Love tasting you, every part of you there is to taste,” Cody said as he pulled out before thrusting back in, leaning forward as best he could and taking your mile in his mouth once more. You moaned loudly, the duel sensation of being pleasure making you tense in the best way, toes curling and hands coming up to scratch at Cody’s back. He grunted as your nails streaked down his body, his cock slamming into your tight Heat, his slapping against your ass just like he promised.
“I’m glad y-you like ‘em,” you said, voice airy and cock drunk already. Cody looked up at you with lust blown eyes, his pace never faltering, his actions never halting as pulled away for a brief moment to utter something.
“‘Course I do cyare. Daddy loves milk.”
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I’m so sorry for not following through with finishing my Clonemas stories on time. It’s been a busy month with work and Christmas going on but it’s also been a little hectic because… well…
I GOT ENGAGED!!
I got engaged to my amazing partner of 6, almost 7 years and holy shit will I be riding that high for a while lol! I will still be working to finish the stories I have committed too for Kinktober and Clonemas but I can’t promise they will be finished by the end of the month. I will still be doing them though, rest assured. Anyway, thank you everyone for the continued support!
Notes: On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, the best wake up sex of my life!
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: Somnophilia
Warnings: SMUTTT, implied oral sex m! receiving, p in v sex, somnophilia, creampie, Crosshair is a good lover, terms of endearment, wake up sex, implied cockwarming
Words: 1.0K+
Crosshair had to be dreaming. Because there was no way that what was happening right now was actually happening. It had to be some kind of dream or a trick of the mind cause it was impossible. But if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up, didn't want to be disturbed or brought out of this amazing fantasy that he was sure was a creation of his own mind. Likely a result of falling asleep next to his beautiful wife.
He grunted as her lips slid over the head of his cock, bobbing up and down, slowly, teasingly, his balls in her hand, being massaged in the just the way he liked. She hand her other hand wrapped around the part of his cock she could take in her mouth, stroking it up and down in time with her mouth.
"Fuck cyar'ika," Crosshair groaned, hand resisting the urge to find a home in her hair, wanting her to speed up but also give her the freedom to take her time. She just flicked her eyes up to him and smiled with a mouth full of his length before going back to what she was doing. Crosshair threw his head back against the pillows. Hips jerking with every suck she made, every swirl of her velvety tongue. He was putty in her hands.
Before long the feeling of her mouth on him vanished and instead was replaced by an even warmer sensation, wet, warm, velvety walls encased his cock, muscles tighten around him to enhance the sensations. Crosshair let out a grunt, lips falling open, panting, trying to draw in as much as we he could into his lungs.
"Does that feel good ner riduur?" His wife asked, leaning over him as her hips came down on him, connecting with his pelvis. Cross couldn't manage anymore than a speedy nod, his breath taken away by the absolute angel of a woman on top of him.
Meanwhile, you watched from where you perched on top of Crosshair, his body convulsing, responding to you even in his sleep. You had awakened to soft grunts and mumbled words, only to find Crosshair lying beside you, half hard, mumbling praises about how well you took him in your mouth. Crosshair wasn't usually one to sleep through dreams like this, instead waking up and taking his pleasure with you. But this was an opportunity you were readily going to exploit.
Since coming back from Tantiss so many things had changed and that included how long and well Crosshair slept. He was safe now and not needed at the sound of gunfire to go out and fight. He had a home now, had a family and that ment he could rest and relax. It had taken months but now, finally, he slept soundly, more relaxed and wasn't as easy to wake up. Which was a blessing and curse in some ways.
Which is how you found yourself on top of him, rubbing yourself up and down the length of his cock, getting it all wet with your nature lubricant. You maneuvered your lower half to take him inside you, doing it free handed, worried that using your hand would rouse him from his slumber. Once you found the right position, you moved, taking him in, stifling a moan as you sheathed his now fully erect penis inside your tightness.
You watched as Crosshairs mouth opened to take in air in, lips quivering as you clenched around him. You leaned down over his body, lifting your hips before lowering them down, beginning the process of riding him. You leaned down and whispered so quietly, hoping not to wake him suddenly.
"Does that feel good ner riduur?" Crosshair nodded at your words, making you stop for a moment. You observed him for another moment to see if he was awake or asleep and by the way his chest was heaving, it could be either or. You decided to ignore it and instead, kept going, lifting your hips and bringing them down on him.
Crosshair tossed his head side to side, hands grasping the sheets of the bed bellow to ground himself. His mumbling became more frequent, his legs beginning to twitch, and clenching as he came to the edge.
Now was the time. You leaned down again and connected your lips to his, moving your hips faster, bouncing up and down just the way he liked you on his impressive length. When you pulled back from the kiss, Crosshair's half lidded eyes stared at you before they closed again as he let out a loud, uncontrolled groan.
You continued to bounce on him through his orgasm, drawing out the pleasure and feeling the way he violently twitched. It was only when Crosshair tapped your thigh rapidly three times that you ceased your movements, keeping his soften cock inside you as you leaned down to rest in his chest.
“Cheek bitch,” Crosshair grunted with a playful smirk, no real heat behind his words. You giggled, drawing swirls above his heart, the 99 tattoo under your fingers reminding you of the first time you had seen him shirtless.
“You love me.”
“Yes I do.”
“Good.”
“That was one way to wake up. What brought all that in?” He asked, his own hand now resting on your back, running his nails up and down your body.
“You were grunting in your sleep and when I looked you were half hard so-“ you said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Crosshair chuckled, tightening his hold on you just a little more.
“Payback for last week?” He said which made you whimper, remembering how you had been woken up to Crosshair between your legs, devouring your pussy, bringing you to an effortless orgasm.
“If that’s what you think then let’s go with that,” you giggled, lifting yourself up to look into his eyes again. Cross smirked at you and flipped your body, cock already half hard again inside you.
“Wha-“ you let out a gasp at the suddenness of the position shift, eyes going wide as Crosshair pinned you with his sinful stare.
“If payback is the name of the game-“ he started, pushing his hips into you fully, making you moan softly, “-then let the payback begin.”
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Clonemas Day 6 - Glory holes / Breath Play - December 12th
Notes: On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a cock to suck on like a lolli!
(This is different from all my other stories and holy shit am I kinda proud of it. I want no judgement and no hate comments on this and if so, I block you. You’ve been warned)
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: Glory Holes / Breath Play
Warnings: SMUTTTT, sex worker! Reader, glory hole, breath play, oral m! receiving, deepthroating, p in v sex, slight body worship, Wrecker in a sex machine, choking, slightly fluffy (hehe), mentions of bruises/ marks, Hunter has no patience in this one lol
Words: 3.1K+
It was your first time here, working in this place and honestly, you were nervous. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done something like this before but actually being here behind a booth where no one would see your face was a little intimidating. You heard the voices and moans of other girls, hearing the grunts and growls of the men around, blowing off steam and taking their pleasure.
You set yourself in position and flipped the switch inside, turning on a light that let people know you were available to service them. You heard a deep, rumbling voice not long after, a few others behind it, drowning out most of the other voices.
“Is it really wise for us to be here?”
“For once I agree with Tech. Why’re we here and not just at a bar to pick up woman?”
“We’ve only got a few hours before we’re shipped out again. Figured we could use this time to blow off a little steam.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“You never complain about anything Wrecker.”
“Bullshit of course he does-“
“Enough. The more you bitch the less time you have. Get going or leave. Your choice,” you couldn’t help but giggle at the voices, amused by how annoyed one of them sounded and how excited another one did.
You waiting another minute or so before there was a knock on your panel, a slightly timid but booming voice speaking.
“Uh, anyone in there,” the voice said making you stifle a giggle and poke your fingers through the hole provided. It was almost perfectly level with your eyes, but sitting up a little would make it level with your mouth, which is what the goal was.
“O-okay. Uh-“ you heard the sound struggling before finally your fingers were tapped with the head of a large cock. You moved them but was completely unprepared for the massive penis that presented itself to you through the hole. Your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped, watching it twitch in a half hard state.
“I-I know it’s big but-“ you didn’t let the man finish his sentence, instead going right to kittening licking his tip, hands reaching up to feel the veiny underside. You smiled as he cursed, cock twitching to full hardness, growing an extra inch just from your simple attention.
“Osik,” the curse word made you pause, hearing the Mando’a role off the tongue of this gifted man making you realize he was one of two types of people. He could be Mandalorian which came with its own set of complex rules or he was a clone which was also another set of omg’s.
You tried not to think too much about it as you took him into your mouth, relaxing your body, mind and throat to take him. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth, giving just the right about grip with suction, savouring every last taste of precum on your tongue.
“Fuck, feels good ad’ika.” Another curse, another Mando’a term of endearment, this time it made you shiver in a delightful way. You took the man further down your throat, relaxing your gag reflex and beginning to bob up and down on him. The grunt he let out was so satisfying, feeling the heavy weight of his length in your tongue, the musky scent of his body as your nose got closer to his pelvis, not so much brushing it. You stayed there, deepthroating him, depriving yourself of oxygen to please this beautiful specimen. You may not know what he looks like but his cock was heavenly in your mouth.
You had never had anyone so big, in girth or in length and it was worth its wait in gold. You felt the man twitch in your mouth, pulling himself back from the hole, leaving only his tip resting in the edge. It caused you to gag, the surprise making you cough and heave for air you remembered you needed to live.
“Carefully there pretty girl,” the man said quietly, his voice huskier then when you started, “don’t want you loosing steam.” The cock was pushed back into the hole for you, making you nod your head even if it couldn’t be seen. You took it in your mouth again, licking and sucking like it was the last time you’d get the chance. There was more grunting and groaning from the man on the other side of the wall, his cock twitching in your warm mouth, hips jerking every once in a while to indicate that he was enjoying the attention.
Once again you deepthroated him and once more he pulled back after a minute, your coughing and ragged breathing a little more controlled this time. Only this time however, when you finally got yourself under control, the man was gone, his imposing penis no longer in front of you.
You frowned, were you really that bad? Was he not satisfied with your performance? A million questions began swirling in your mind about why he suddenly disappeared. Then again, places and work like this, the men rotate between girls like clockwork, wanting to try every different woman they could, every technique available. Your racing mind came to a halt as there was a knock on the main door to your room, the voice of the brothel’s owner coming through.
“You’ve been requested,” the owner said, opening the door to the room you were in. You turned around to look at him, tilting your head slightly as he gestured for you to stand and follow him. You grabbed the robe provided to you and quietly walked behind as he led you to one of the private rooms in the back. It was a service offered to the highest paying customers and clearly someone wanted to have a good night.
The owner opened the door to room 2 and motioned for you to go in, closing the door behind you once you were past the threshold. You turned the corner fully into the room and you were greeted by the sight of a hulking man covered in scars laying on the bed, stroking his penis. His eyes travel to yours before scanning your body, a smile on his face as he sat up.
“Hey there pretty girl,” he said, voice deep, like something out of a cheesy romance film. You plastered on your best smile, undoing your robe and slowly walking over to him.
“Hi handsome, what can I do for you today?” You asked, trying to make your voice sounds as sensual and enticing as possible. The man sat up and it was in better lighting that you could see the scar that covered the left side of his head, his ear disfigured and his left eyes the misty grey of a cybernetic. He looked intimidating, menacing and you almost walked out of there, heart racing, but as he sat up and came to the edge of the bed, hand folded gently in his lap, you rethought your decision. He held his hand out to you, looking at you with soft eyes, waiting for you to make the first move.
And you did, taking hold of his calloused hand and allowing him to pull you between his legs. You were taken by his gentleness., the way he kept his hands on your hips instead of roaming around, looking at your eyes rather than your breasts.
“Were you the one who-“ he started and gesture to his lower half, making you look down. The cock that rested between your bodies was almost unmistakably the one you had had in mouth minutes ago, the girth and tip giving it away.
“I believe I was,” you replied with a practiced smile, but it softened to a real one when the man smiled back.
“You’re really good,” he said, gaze shining on you. You blushed under the praise, not really knowing where to go from there.
“Name’s Wrecker by the way,” he said with another grin, showing his pearly white teeth and awarding winning smile. You smiled right back, feeling your confidence grow with each passing second.
“My names Lotus. It’s nice to meet you Wrecker,” you said, smoothing your hands up and down his back. His eyes closed, enjoying your touch, body relaxing as you moved your hands around.
“‘M sorry if I was too rough with ya before.”
“Oh nonsense. I pushed myself to because… well-”
“Well what pretty girl?”
“Um-“ you were flustered now and Wrecker wasn’t helping, the cheeky grin in his face setting your body alight like wildfire. He pulled you into his lap, your thighs straddling his, stretching your legs out in a way no one had even done before. Wrecker waited patiently, all-bit smugly as you fumbled your words, trying to find the right way to say it.
“I-I’ve never taken anyone so-“
“Big?” You nodded as Wrecker finished your sentence for you, a proud smile never leaving his lips. Instead his hands began to roam, now that he could feel you relax in his presence.
“A-are you a soldier?” You asked, feeling Wrecker’s hand momentarily stop before they moved again, taking your breasts in his hands and just holding them there.
“A clone in the grand army,” he said, the words sounding a rehearsed mantra. You frowned at how sad it sounds coming from him, moving your hands to cup his cheeks and bring his eyes to look at you. He could see the pity so he shook his head, the smiling coming to his face once more.
“It’s not so bad. I get to blow things up mosta the time,” he said and gave your chest a firm squeeze. You moaned, back arching into the feeling as you remembered just what position you were in right now. He bucked his hips up, his length catching between you too making you want him even more.
“W-what do you want to do Wrecker?” You asked breathlessly, trying to meeting his eyes without closing yours. He smirked and effortless lifted you up, tossing you back onto the bed and crawling over you. He bracketed your smaller frame with his large one, boxing you in and making you feel the difference that much more.
“Can I kiss you pretty girl?” He asked, so sweetly that you couldn’t refuse him even if you wanted to. His lips met yours in a timid kiss, gentle, not forceful or demanding in the slightest. It surprised you really, a soldier of his stature and strength in any other circumstance might break you but he was gentle, a gentle giant in a world of rough men. You pulled him a little closer and took the lead on the kiss, deepening it, flicking your tongue against his lips asking for entrance. He didn’t hesitate to let you in, his own, rough tongue meeting yours. He tasted like rations and rum, hint of cherries on his lips asking well.
He ground against your body, his heavy cock against your lower half, reminding you why he was here. You pulled away from the kiss panting, breathless from just how good of a kisser he was. Wrecker stared down at you with his own bewildered expression. Mouth open in a relaxed o as he admired the beauty beneath him.
“Mesh’la,” he whispered and took hold of his cock, flicking it against your labia, teasing you, reminding you just how hard he was. You smiled at the terminal of endearment, connecting your forehead with his, basking in the attention and atmosphere that had been created. Wrecker noticed you smile and tilted his head curiously, a question hanging on his lips.
“Do you understand-“
“I do.”
The shock in his face made you giggle, feeling the way his muscles rippled and relaxed under your hands. He playfully growled and pushed his tip inside you, stretching your waiting walls open around his meaty length. You let out a long, filthy moan, eyes falling shut and head falling back to the pillows. He went about it slowly, not wanting to hurt you but the way your walls welcomed him, the way your body tensed and relaxed, making space for him, he felt like he was sliding home.
“Fuck, Wrecker.” You were breathless, his large endowment punching the air out of you as he slid further in, bottoming out as he hit your cervix. You were both panting now, eyes locking as your breath synced, hands grasping his shoulders as his dug into the blankets to keep himself from crushing you.
“Feel so good ‘round me pretty girl,” he said, voice somehow even deeper than before. You whined out a moan as he pulled out, pushing back in carefully, splitting you open like a cream puff.
“Feel so good inside me Wrecker,” you said as one of his hands came up your body. He placed it against your collarbone, dragging his hips out of you and pushing back in. It felt otherworldly, the way his veiny girth slid in and out of you, the way it hit every sensitive nerve inside your tight heat.
His hand wrapped around your neck this time, not squeezing, apply no pressure, just resting there as a grounder for you both. Your eyes went wide at the action, feeling yourself baulk a little. You definitely weren’t opposed to such kinks, especially when Wrecker was being so gentle with you.
“This okay pretty girl?” He asked, never stopping the slow thrusts of his hips. You only nodded and held onto his wrist that was around your neck, giving it a squeeze to entice him.
“Give it to me big boy.” Your words were like a rock thrown at a block tower, breaking the barrier that had inadvertently been erected between you. He looked at you sharply for one last shred of confirmation, receiving a gentle nod. That broke his resolve his hand tighten around your throat, hips steeling against you and body growing with his deep inhale.
He pulled all the way out before slamming back into you, your scream getting caught in your restricted throat. It was still gentle, but now there was an element of breath play. And you were soaking it all up. Wrecker thrusted his hips into you slow, but rough, each thrust hitting inside you like a punch to a punching bag,making a deliciously wet sound as it went.
“So tight pretty girl. Pussy feels so good,” he growled out the words and you smiled, taking whatever air you could get through your nose and lifting your legs a little higher. It gave Wrecker more access to your body and it pleased him, allowing him to adjust his posture and ram into at a downward angle, heavy sack slapping agains your ass as he sped up.
“Look at you, stuffed like a life day Nuna,” Wrecker’s words sent a shiver down your body, legs shaking, thighs slightly numb and belly feeling bigger than ever. You rasped for breath as he plowed into you, taking his pleasure and giving you the same in return.
“Wrecker,” you breathed out quietly, finding his wild eyes silently pleading for him to bring you over the edge. He did so quickly, grinding his pelvis against yours, the hair of his pubes tickling your clit in just the right way to have you silently scream with the force your orgasm hit you.
Wrecker let out a powerful groan and thrusted once, twice, thrice more into you before collapsing over your body, hips sparking as he emptied himself into your welcoming warmth. He removed his hand from your neck, seeing the faint outline of besides already forming, his eyes going wide. He looked down at you to see your eyes blown wide, mouth open in a dazed satisfied expression.
“Lotus?” The use of your stage name brought you back a little, eyes taking a sec to focus on the mountain of a man above you.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Your smile was contagious as Wrecker leaned over to kiss you, the same care and gentle affection in this kiss as the first one you shared.
“How do you feel?” He asked, using his arms to hold himself above you again. You let out a girlish giggle, fingers tracing random shapes on his chest.
“Fluffy,” you said which madeWrecker barking out a laugh. He gazed at you with such a loving expression that had your heart melting like ice cream on a hot Tatooine day. Wrecker carefully shifted and pulled out of you slowly, hearing your whimpered as even his softening length brushed against your g-spot. He watched in awe as his load ran out of you, down your crack and falling into the bed.
You giggled at the feeling, looking down to watch it as best you could but all you could see was Wrecker impressive physique. He laid down beside you on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the place, mind reeling with what had just happened.
“Wow.”
“Wow indeed big boy. That was amazing,” you said blissfully, rolling over to cuddle into him. Wrecker happily accepted the cuddles, arms circling your body protectively. You lay there in silence with each other for what felt like forever but was really only 20 minutes, just basking in the afterglow of both your orgasms until there was a knock on the door.
“Wrecker! We have to go,” a voice said on the other side, sounding annoyed. Wrecker just groaned, his body tensing as he responded to the voice.
“Be out in a minute Sarge!”
“Hurry up!”
“Okay! Maker fuck off,” Wrecker swore and turned to you with a look of annoyance, but it softened when he saw your understanding expression. You untangled yourself from his body and allowed him to get up, watching as he expertly got himself back into all his gear. The armour made him look even more intimidating but you were happy to have met the man beneath it first.
“Thanks for this Lotus. Felt real good,” he said with another handsome smile, coming back over to the bed and handing you your robe that you had discarded when you first came in. You thanked him and watched as he turned back toward the door, hand just about to grab the handle.
“Wrecker?”
“Hmm?”
“(Y/N). My names (Y/N),” you said and watched as he looked at you over his shoulder, his smile never faltering.
“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said and opened the door, hulking his shoulders and stepping out, closing the door behind him. That left you alone in the room, mood lights providing you with some visibility or your mind was still stuck in bed, with Wrecker, his hands on you, bringing you to the best orgasm you’d ever had. You just hoped that you’d see him again. Someday.
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Clonemas Day 5 - Piercings / Body Modifications - December 10th
Notes: On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, the worshiping of my body!
(I didn’t go too crazy with the body mods just because I don’t want to over step in my writing. I have tattoos and some face piercing but no shame or judgement to anyone who has more. I love the self expression!)
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: Piercings / Body Modifications
Warnings: SMUTTT, oral f! receiving, piercings, body modifications (tattoos) slight insecurity, minor body worship, Echo is a great lover
Words: 1.0K+
Echo pushed you up against haul of the marauder, kissing you ferociously and with a passion he hadn’t felt since his cadet days. His hand was tangled in your hair, holding you close while his scomp link rested against your hip. You hiked your knee up against his hip, wrapping your foot around him and pushed your heel into his plump, firm butt. It brought him closer to you, causing his codpiece to grind against your core and a certain new accessory that Echo had yet to see.
“Missed you sweetheart,” he whispered in the split second that you parted for air, a cheeky smile on his face as let your head tilt back and touch the wall you were up against.
“Missed you too handsome,” you breathed out as Echo attacked your neck with kisses mouthing at the lobes of your ears. Your hands found the nape of his neck, smoothing down his body while being careful of the ports along his back.
Echo had taken a while to warm up to you touching him, afraid that the change made to his body by the Techno Union would frighten you off. But you had taught him how to love his new body, even if he still had moments of doubt, you showed him he was still that young, spry arc trooper from before the citadel.
Since he had joined the team, you and Tech had helped him adjust while also doing what you could to bring back on some of his body fat and muscle. It was a work in progress but you could see that progress in the way he behaved nowadays. Happier, more confident, more of an appetite and the list goes on.
Echo mouthed at your collarbone, enjoying the way to body arched under his touch. He pulled away to yank your shirt off, up and over your head to expose your sinful body to his eyes. His eyes were immediately drawn to the new art added to your body, black and red ink stretched from one side of your chest down your body to the top of your thigh. It was an intricate vine of roses, with other small details added in to represent Echo and each member of torrent company.
Echo stared at the piece for longer than you expected, causing you to grow self conscious of it. It was something you had gotten done while they had been on their mission, your own solo operation splitting you from them. But you had finished early and decided to treat yourself to something you liked.
“Echo-“ you were cut off as Echo slammed his lips against yours again, this time lifting you up against the wall, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The kiss the was desperate, hungry but there was also an air of love to it, of thank you for keeping his brothers memory alive.
He ground against your lower half with his, codpiece catching just the right spot to make you gasp. He moved back to your neck, sucking a mark into the base of your throat. You moaned, hands grasping at his shoulder for purchase, rocking your hips back into his as he did to you.
“Echo, take it off,” you grunted out. Your feet hit the floor and your back pressed against the wall as Echo disrobed at lightning speed, armour hitting the floor with far less grace than usual. His clothes followed not long after, exposing his body to you, scars and all making him look even hotter. You pulled him back to you once his lower blacks hit the floor, but he instead went right for yours, pulling them down, following them down your body. He took your panties with them and in doing so, exposed your crown jewel to himself.
Echo once again couldn’t help but stare at your body, eyes locked onto your core and the new piercing he found there.
“W-when did you-“
“Do you like it?”
He didn’t even respond, just pulled your legs over his shoulders and went to town, sucking on your labia and clit, pulling your piercing between with lips. The moan you let out could rival that of a holofilm star, loud and unhindered. Your hand gravitated toward his head, placing it on top while still minding the ports. Your other hand scrambled to hold of the wall above you, head thrown back again as Echo ate you out like a man deprived of the good things in life. And he was.
“Echo please,” you let out as he lapped at your core, delving into your walls and tongue fucking you like his heart depended on it. He brought his fingers into the mix, pushing them into you and curling them insistently.
“So pretty cyare. Love your body so much.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Even with all the changes?”
Echo looked up at you through hooded eyes, staring into yours as he, once more, took your clit between his lips, never breaking eyes contacts as he sucked on it. Your eyes almost closed but you forced them to stay opened, locked with Echo’s and never leaving. He pulled away with a slight pop and looked into your eyes, his hand and stomp running parallel to each other up your body.
“I love everything you’ve done to your body. You have always been and will always be the sexiest woman alive and I love everything you’ve done do,” he said with conviction and list, eyes shining with determination. You just smiled and pushed off the wall, making Echo fall backwards into the ground. He caught himself in time only for you to plot down with your thighs bracing his head, a smirk on your face.
“Show me just how much trooper,” you said ready for Echo to eat you out like a five course meal. You gave his own smirk and dove right back in, ready to show you just how an Arc trooper gets the job done.
You threw your head back with a moan, hands finding a home on his stomach as you leaned back, ready to no be able to walk tomorrow
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Clonemas Day 4 - Spanking / Marking - December 8th
Notes: On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a spanking so fun and lovely!
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: Spanking / Marking
Warnings: SMUTTT, spanking, marking, biting / hickeys, Dom/Sub implied, p in v sex, cock warming, pet names (just a short and sweet one). The force works the way I need it to lol.
Words: 1.0K+
You had been a bit naughty and this was your punishment; a welcome one that you were relishing in. Another firm slap to your ass had you moaning again, trying to push your behind into the feeling.
“Not so fast ad’ika. You’ve been a bad girl. A very bad girl, projecting those images to me during a briefing. There were others jedi present,” the Captain’s voice was low and chiding, displeased with her display during a meeting that was attended by more than just them. You couldn’t help the smirk on your face but it was soon wiped off as another two swats in quick succession hit your behind, making you moan.
You had purposely projected unsolicited, dirty images to Rex during a briefing between you, him, General Skywalker, General Kenobi, Ahsoka, and Master Plo. It was a fun little game you were playing but Rex didn’t appreciate it all that much, the obvious strain of his cod piece making it difficult.
Which is what led you here; the two of you locked away in your room, you bent over Rex’s lap, ass in the air, cherry red from his hands. Rex was still encased in his armour, the only thing gone his gloves and helmet, the dark look in his eyes promising pain and pleasure wrapped in a neat bow.
“Please Rex-“ you started but were silenced by another two spanks to your right ass cheek.
“That’s not my name right now ad’ika. What do you call me right now?” He asked, leaning toward your face as he rubbed one of his warm hands across your reddened behind. You visibly swallowed, trying not to push back into his warm palm, knowing that you would only prolong your punishment. And you didn’t want that. You wanted to get rail, right now.
“C-captain.” The use of the correct title earned you a groan of approval, Rex grabbing a handful of your ass instead of spanking it.
“Good girl. I knew you could be,” Rex said in a mocking voice, chuckling as you whined. He knew you were desperate, wanting him to fuck you. And he wanted to, but he needed you to do one more thing first.
“Almost done sweetheart, then you’ll get what you so desire. Just need you to be good for me for a little longer,” he said, pulling your body to sit in his lap, a wince leaving you lips as the cool plates of his armour made contact with your heated bum.
“Captain please,” you whimpered, desperate for him, craving his touch, him body, his love. You were at your breaking point, ready to use your power to get what you wanted but that would be crossing a line that you would never cross. Rex reached between your bodies and unhooked his codpiece, tossing it to the side before returning and pulling himself free from his blacks.
You groaned as it brushed against your lower lips, rubbing against you, a reminder that you needed to have patience. Rex kissed your chin as he teased your folds with the head of his cock, using your fluids as lube. He groaned against you, lips finding your neck, latching onto it and sucking a hickey on the junction between your shoulder and neck. You let out a lude noise, a louder moan leaving you as Rex slowly and carefully slipped inside your pussy.
“That a girl ad’ika. Want you to keep me nice and warm for now,” Rex grunted, eyes struggling to stay open as he sank into your waiting walls. You bit your lip and nodded, mouth opening in a silent gasp as he sheathed himself completely inside your heat.
“Fuck, you feel amazing ad’ika,” he said and shifted his legs a little to support you better. You whimpered as plates on his thighs rubbed against your cherry red cheeks once more.
Rex dove into your neck and attached his teeth to your shoulder, biting and sucking mark after mark onto your skin. He felt you clench with each one he left, your body a masterpiece of his art work, claiming you as his.
“So pretty. Covered in my marks, reminding everyone you’re taken,” he growled and bucked up in to you. You moaned and nodded, arms wrapping around his shoulders for support as your legs shook, refraining from taking your pleasure and riding him. You’re pretty sure you came while he was marking you and you were sure you’d have to cover the hickeys when you finished but you didn’t care.
“I’m all yours captain.”
“That’s right,” He ex said as he bit another mark into your neck before pulling back to admire his collage, “all mine. And everyone will know it.”
You whimpered as he pulled you into a heated kiss, flexing his cock inside you to remind you he was there. It wasn’t a hard thing to remember especially when he was pressed oh so deliciously against your g-spot. You moaned a little louder as he used his legs to jostle you around, move you along his length before settling on your back down.
Your hands moved on instinct, grabbing at his chest armour and pulling it away, wanting to expose his neck to you. Rex helped you, releasing the clasps on his chest plate and unzipping the top of his blacks. Once his skin was exposed you dove in, nipping and mouthing at his tanned skin, making your mark on him just as he had done to you. He grunted as your teeth connected with his neck, hands tightening their hold on your body rock his hips against you. You pulled away to admire your work, noting that you still had plenty of skin to work with. You looked into Rex’s eyes as he gazed into yours, pools of amber locking with (e/c).
“You’re mine ad’ika.”
“And you’re mine Captain.”
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Hi!! Could I please request an alpha!tech x Omega!female reader where tech somehow bonded with the reader and fucks her through her heat for the week? Like no leaving the shared bunks, the rest of the batch are forbidden from entering the ship other than dropping off supplies, being in a trance for like a full week just focusing on fucking as much as he can? Thank you!!
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Tech x Reader
Clonemas Day 3 - A/B/O Dynamics - December 6th
Notes: On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, his 3 inch knot in my pussy!
(I come to fulfill a request and it works perfectly for Clonemas, so here ya go! This is my first time ever writing A/B/O dynamics so I hope it lives up to your expectations)
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: A/B/O Dynamics / Heat induced mating
Warnings: SMUTTTT, A/B/O dynamics, heat, mating, p in v sex, knotting, blood, mutual pinning, friends to lovers/Mates, implied multiple orgasms, brothers being brothers, FLUFFFY
Words: 2.9K+
It was coming. You could feel it coming and you didn’t know what you were going to do. Your implant had expired and because you hadn’t been able to get it replaced, you knew your heat would be a rough one. What were you supposed to do stuck on a ship in space with four alphas? You were sure Hunter had picked up on the subtle changes in your body and behaviour and it wouldn’t be long until the others did too.
You closed yourself off inside your room on the marauder, already having grabbed every single spear blanket and pillow aboard in hopes that you wouldn’t need to leave your room. The only problem was food; You didn’t know how you could justify sneaking rations into your room let alone enough for the whole week.
Your pre-nesting was disrupted by a knock on your door, a firm and confident one that made you jump. It was a pounding or a shy one so it couldn’t have been Echo or Wrecker. It also didn’t have the demand behind it so it couldn’t have been Crosshair either.
“(Y/N)? May I speak with you briefly?” Tech voice gave you your answer as to who it was who needed your attention. Your body went rigid for a minute before you shook it off, trying to gain your composure. You liked Tech, as more than a colleague and teammate; as more than a friend…
You stood from your spot and cautiously made your way to the door, tapping in the panel to open it slightly but not all the way, giving Tech a small view of your face.
“W-what can I do for you Tech?” You asked, watching as his face contorted into confusion and worry.
“According to my records it is about time for you to-“ he cut himself off as he looked up from his data pad and into your eyes, taking in the way they glowed a deeper colour from your normal. He took a deep breath, eyes closing as he registered your scent, “-get a new implant.”
“I k-know but we haven’t been able to stop so I could get a new one,” you said nervously, watching as Tech’s eyes darkened slightly as he took in your changing fragrance. He could feel himself reacting to the sweet scent of your body, the way it called to his base alpha instincts.
“Well, we are landing very soon to resupply. But unfortunately I think it is too late,” his voice deepened slightly, his data pad forgotten as he looked at you. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way he wanted you just like you wanted him.
“T-tech, if you could j-just get me some rations for the week I-I’ll be fine. I’ll stay away but you guys n-need to stay away from me too,” you stammered, feeling the heat rise in your chest, the beginnings of your heat creeping up your our spine. It was time. Tech must have smelt it too, his eyes deepening a shade as he growled, turning away before he could push his way through your door.
“Tech what’s the-” Hunter started but was cut off as the smell hit him like a wave, making him double over.
“Get out,” Tech said firmly from his spot in front of your door, twisting his head over his shoulder to look at his brother.
“Fuck is that-“
“Yes. We need food, extra Blankets and extra pillows. Now get out,” Tech said, his voice rising a little. Hunter looked up at him, watching as Tech’s face contorted.
“Tech…” your voice was quiet, a little scared at what this all meant but you knew Tech wouldn’t hurt you, “tech you need to leave too.”
“No. I won’t,” he said and turned to you, the look in his eyes making you shrink back into your room once more. The door stayed ajar, giving you enough time to listen to Tech and Hunter have a small scuffle.
“Get out. Refuel, resupply, get food and get what I required but stay away.”
“Why do you get to stay with her?”
“You know very well why.”
“What’s going on here?” Wrecker voice joined others, his foot steps heavy against the durasteel.
“(Y/N) is going into heat ‘cause her implant is expired and there’s no time to get her a new one. Tech thinks he has the right to stay aboard with her.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, which is fucking bantha shit.”
“Well-“
“Get out. All of you. Out!” Techs voice boomed, the sound of his Alpha voice making keen for him, your thighs beginning to feel wet as your body reacted to the sound. The heavy tone made you whine, hands clawing at your clothing, eyes watering in desperate need of an alpha.
You barely heard the sounds of the others protests and the sound of the gangplank closing and locking. You used what strength you had left to finish your nest, arranging the blankets and pillows on the floor into a comfortable space. Your hands began to shake and your body began to sweat, your heat beginning to take over your body.
You threw yourself onto your new nest, whining as your face came in contact with the plush fabric of the blanket. Thank god you had convinced the boys to get some extras when you joined them a year ago, wanting them to have some extra comfort but now it was you who needed that. The door to your room opened fully, the lights of the marauder dim as Tech stepped into the room. You looked up from where your head had been buried and whined, curling in on yourself as the cramps began taking over your body.
“Alpha…” you whimpered, pulling at your clothing, wanting it off right now. Your pussy clenched around nothing, the slick building between your legs. You heard the sounds of armour falling to the ground, a warm body meeting you in your nest, hands roaming your body.
“I’m here little omega, your alpha is here,” he growled softly into your neck, resisting the urge to mark you. You tossed your head back into his body, giving him better access to your neck, wanting him to kiss you.
“Please…alpha it hurts s-so much,” your voice was nothing but a whisper. A plea in the dim room, wanting an end to the horrible pain you found yourself in. Tech kissed your mating gland, feeling the way you tensed under his touch, the way your body called to him.
He stripped off your shirt for you, delicately handing it back to you to be added to the nest you had made. Next were your pants along with your panties, the wet material being thrown aside to be washed later. Tech groaned at finally being able to see your body in its naked glory, taking a deep breath as your unique, sweet scent filled the air.
You let out a sigh at finally have the clothing that restricted you off your body, taking a big stretch and listening as your joints popped. You turned and buried your face in Techs chest this time, inhaling the scent of the alpha you craved to have for yourself. Your hands clawed at his blacks now, wanting them off, to join your nest and never leave, to have his scent surrounding you, the smell of fuel and aftershave being one of comfort.
“They’re all yours little omega,” Tech said, letting you practically tear his top off, putting it right beside your pillow before moving onto his lower blacks. He helped you by lifting his hips, wiggling them and letting his erect cock spring free. You groaned at the sight, feeling slick drip down your thighs even more as you took him in.
Tech looked like the perfect specimen; just the right girth to fill you up, just the right length to hit deep inside and just the right curvature to brush ever small and sensitive nerve inside your heat. Your mouth watered as a drop of precum squeezed out of his tip, the red pulsing head tempting you to just go for it.
“It’s all yours. Go ahead,” Tech said, his voice deep and inviting. He put one hand behind his head and the other wrapped around his length, giving himself a few teasing strokes as you watched, mesmerized. You went to reach for it before shaking your head, back up a little bit, brain clearing just enough to register what was happening.
“Tech…” your voice was quiet, shaky, uncertain of what you were doing. You felt awful for dragging him into this. But it wasn’t you who did right? He made the choice to come in here? Didn’t he? He must’ve see the inner turmoil in your eyes because he was by your side in an instant, holding you delicately, like a vase made of glass that would shatter with any wrong move.
“It’s okay cyar’ika. I promise it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”
“But what about-“
“The others won’t bother us.”
“It’s not that…I just-“
“Tell me love.”
“I don’t want this to change the way you see me.” You were scared this would change his idea of you, make him think you force him to be here. Your spiralling was interrupted by a chuckle, a warm hand finding its way to your check and holding your face. You looked Tech in the eyes, seeing only love and affection, honesty in his gaze as he met yours.
“This will change the way I see you but only in terms of who I see you as,” He said, his voice calm and confident, “I will see you not as just my teammate or as a friend but as my mate. As my partner.” His words caused your eyes to go wide your heart pounding in your ears. He said it with such intensity and emotion that you couldn’t not believe him. You had to believe him.
You surged forward and kissed him square on the lips, your body being over taken by heat once more, the desire to have him stronger than ever. Tech responded in kind, lips fighting yours for dominance but you let him have it, your submissive nature kicking in now that your alpha had promised to stay by your side.
Tech flipped you over, taking control of the kiss and pinning your arms above your head. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, feeling the way his abs flexed and body heated under your touch. You moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips against him, desperate for him to finally take your pain away.
“Need you alpha….please,” you whimpered out, adjusting your legs so they rested on Tech’s hips, his cock now nestled comfortably between your labia, slick coating him. He groaned, thrusting his hips to tease you both, his cock angry read and rock hard, ready to fill you with his knot.
“You have me my little ‘mega. You always will,” Tech growled pulling himself back before slowly and sensually sliding himself into your wet folds. You both moaned in unison, your walls expanding to accommodate him. Tech kept your hands above your head, using his powerful legs and hips to bring you pleasure.
He thrusted into you languidly, hips pistoning into yours, giving you the relief you craved. You made such beautiful sounds, body responding to Tech the same way he responded to you. He made you feel so good, loved, cared for.
“You feel so good wrapped around me cyar’ika,” Tech grunted, readjusting and shifting his body to a better angle. The new angle made it easier to feel him, hitting every nerve and spot inside you.
“Fuck! Alpha please! Feels so good,” you moaned, biting your lip, hips meeting his as you encouraged him to go faster. Tech obliged you, letting go of your hands and instead holding onto your hips, pulling out, flipping your body over in your hands and knees and thrusting back in.
You whined, feeling Tech grasp your hips and pull you back into him. He leaned over your body, thrusting into you more aggressively as his hands smoothed over you. Thrust after thrust was like heaven, slick running down your thighs and into your nest but you didn’t care. It felt too good.
“Do you like that my omega? Do you like it when your alpha takes care of you?”
“Yes! Yes I love it! Please alpha give me your knot. Mate me! Please please please,” your words drew a deep growl from Techs lips, his hips stuttering slightly as he leaned into your ear. He bit your lobe, panting in your ear, not stopping his pounding of your pussy.
“Are you sure my dear. Because once I do, there is no going back,” Tech grunted, barring his teeth, holding back until you gave him the say so. He hoped to the maker you wouldn’t regret saying yes, wanting to have you as his life partner.
“Yes! Yes I’m sure…mate me Alpha please.” Tech let out an animalistic growl, one hand wrapping around your body, grabbing hold of your neck and tilting your head to expose your mating gland. He sunk his K9’s into your flesh, drawing blood but feeling the instant his demon entered your body.
You screamed as it did, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt your hearts and souls become intertwined. It drove you over the edge of the proverbial cliff, your orgasm surprising you, slick gushing from your core. Tech grunted as you clenched around him, licking your gland to sooth the pain from the bite.
“You’re mine cyar’ika, forever.
“‘M yours.” You were high on his essence, his body, his cock. You were drunk on him and only he existed in the space you had created. He thrusted into you a few more times before he yelled out his climax, his knot inflating side you as he filled your walls with his spend. You moaned at the feeling, brain fuzzy with Tech. He was the only thing in your mind as he pulled you into his body, laying you both down on your sides.
You were still coming down from your high 10 minutes later, the pain flowing freely out of your body as Tech kissed your neck. He coxed you from your drunkness as his knot deflated, rolling you over and tucking you into his chest. You felt relaxed, at peace in his arms, your body sagging from comfort.
“Are you with me my little omega.”
“Yes…”
“Let’s get some water in your system,” Tech said and pulled his canteen from his armour, popping the cap off and lifting it to your lips. You drank it greedily, not having realized how thirsty you truly were until now.
“Slowly, little omega. I don’t want you to choke,” Tech said and pulled the canteen away smiling as you hung your head sheepishly before nodding.
“Thank you Alpha,” you said, tucking yourself back into him once you had finished your water. You kissed at his neck, tonguing at his mating gland, baring your own teeth to him. Tech exposed more of his neck for you, silently giving you permission to mark him. You did so confidently, sinking your teeth into him and feeling yourself groan. Tech did the same, body shuddering as he felt himself fully bond with you. The mating bond had been completed and your souls were now tied together.
Your body began to heat up once more, slick beginning to run down your legs. You were really needy and you would be for a while considering this was your first heat in a while. Tech felt it in the way you shifted, in the way the bond was set ablaze. You smirked and rolled you both over so that you rested on top of him, pulling you into a sensual, loving kiss, ready to make love to you for as long as needed.
Tech took good care of you for the duration of your heat, making sure to keep you hydrated, fed and well fucked for the week. The others were only allowed back to bring food but otherwise they stayed away.
When you woke on the eight day you could feel that you were in the air, flying though hyperspace toward wherever you had been called too next. Your body was sore, legs wobbly and back tight as you tried to sit up, the blanket falling from your chest. You rubbed your eyes and looked around your room, taking in the mess but also the comfy nest that you had built.
You whimpered as you inadvertently pulled yourself off of the half hard cock that found itself inside you, finally registering the body next to you. Tech stirred from his place coughing a little before letting out a groan, rubbing his face and adjusting his position. You looked at him over your shoulder as his eyes adjusted, meeting your gaze sheepishly.
“Good morning mesh’la,” he said, his voice calming you down immediately. You smiled and laid back down, cuddling up to his chest.
“Good morning Tech.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore…tired, but content.”
“I am sorry darling. If I was too rough-“
“No!” You said, shaking your head vigorously, “you were perfect Tech. I promise.” He smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the mating mark he had made on your shoulder.
“Thank you. For taking care of me.”
“I always will my Dear. I promise.”
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Clonemas Day 2- Sixty-nine / Cunnilingus - December 4th
Notes: On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a meal for two with a hairy view!
(IM SO SORRY IT’S LATE)
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: Cunnilingus / Sixty-nine
Warnings: SMUTTTT, cunnilingus, sixty-nine, multiple orgasm, over stimulation, oral sex (f and m receiving), jealousy, mentions of possessiveness, implied bad batch x reader, friends to lovers, fluffyyy
Words: 2.2K+
The cabin door slammed shut behind you both, the harsh winds shaking the small run down cabin you found yourselves in. You shivered, holding your coat a little closer to your body, adjusting your gloves and pulling down the mask that kept your nose from freezing off.
“F-Fuck it’s cold out there,” you swore, cupping your hands and trying to blow hot air into them. Hunter chuckled behind you, the sound deeper down to his vocoder on his helmet. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, throwing a glare his way.
“I told you to layer up,” he chuckled, pulling off his helmet and shaking his head, fluffing his hair in the process. You watched, mesmerized as he did so, jaw opening and closing like a fish. Hunter was hot, and he knew it; he knew you knew too and he was probably doing all this on purpose.
“Yeah… well…” you stuttered, not having any sort of comeback to counter him. It also didn’t help that he was distracting you without trying, your words getting lost on your tongue.
“Uh huh,” Hunter nodded mockingly with that same, cocky smirk on his lips, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.
“Shut up,” you said, no real heat behind your words as you looked around once more, getting more of a feel for the abandoned Carin you had taken shelter in, “How long do you think it’ll take the others to find us?”
“I’m this storm? Probably a while but they’ll work fast,” Hunter said, confident that his brothers would find the two of you once the storm let up. You had been separated from them when the storm had hit, having gone scouting for the remnants of a rouge squad of droids. That’s what led you to the cabin and the position you found yourself in.
“Hopefully,” you mumbled, knowing that the others would find you but the doubt was there. It was nasty out and it didn’t look like it was stopping anytime soon. Hunter just gave you a look, one of those sergeant looks that told you everything his words wouldn’t.
“Look around, see if there’s anything we can use for food or supplies,” he said, going toward the kitchen to look through the cabinets. You were hoping there would be some food considering you had one ration bar for each of you and that definitely wouldn’t be enough.
“Roger that Sergeant,” you said, giving him a playful two finger salute before making your way through the cabinets, checking the rooms to see if there was anything there.
The first room you looked in looked to be a room equipped like a storage room, shelves along all the walls but there wasn’t much on them. You did, however, find a few bulky blankets and pillows stored in compression packaging, protecting them from what? You didn’t know but they looked and felt new when you cracked them open.
You made note to come back to them later and moved on to the second room, opening the slightly ajar door to find a master bedroom in also perfect condition. The queen sized bed was made and layered with comfy sheets and extra blankets, across from a fireplace that had wood stacked beside. You smiled, now see ing the beauty of this little home and wondering why it had been seemingly abandoned to begin with.
“Find anything?” Hunter called out, his footsteps indicating that he was making his way to where you were. You looked over your shoulder as he entered the room, stopping dead when he saw the room.
“There are extra blankets and pillows in the other one too. Brand new by the looks of it,” you said softly, watching as Hunters shoulders sagged slightly.
“Well, I wonder why this place was abandoned when they have so much.”
“What’d you find in the kitchen?”
“Not much, but enough canned and preserved food to make a meal for us. Care to help me?” Hunter asked and you nodded in response, following him out of the room and back to the kitchen.
Time seemed to slow down a little as you and Hunter stayed in the cabin, making food out of what ingredients were available, getting the fireplace going to help warm up the house. When the food was ready (Hunter had made it and holy shit it smelt and tasted heavenly), you sat at the small table gear by your feet and eating in silence a toss from Hunter. There was something oddly domestic and intimate about the way this whole situation played out, you and Hunter sneaking glances at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking.
When you had finished you meal, Hunter took the dishes to the sink to be washed, finding that somehow the water still worked. You on the other hand, went to the master bedroom, stretching as you did with the intention of taking a nap. Did part of this feel weirdly invasive; taking a nap on a bed in an abandoned cabin? Absolutely. But your body was demanding rest.
Hunter walked into the bedroom just as goy began shedding your first layer of gear, making sure to stack it all neatly so that nothing would get missed when the other came for you. Hunter just watched with a small smirk on his face, not having been noticed by you yet.
But you had heard his footsteps and knew he was there, choosing instead to ignore him and continue undressing. Hunter just stayed put as you stripped from you gear down to just your undergarments, knowing that it was wrong on so many levels but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“Can I help you sergeant?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at your unexpected voyeur. Hunter blushed a little but gaining his composure quickly, instead walking fully into the room and planting himself behind you. You looked at him quizzically as his hands landed on your hips, his armours chest against your bare back.
“Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are?” Hunter said, his voice low as he whispered the words in your ear. It sent a chill down your spine, your heart speeding up just a bit as Hunter’s hands moved around your body, over your stomach and upward.
“H-Hunter?”
“I see the way the others look at you too. Hungry, lustful, possessive.” His words held bite as he spoke of the way his brothers coveted you, like he was jealous.
“W-what?”
“We all do. But today-“ his hand came up to cup your breast, drawing a breathy sigh of pleasure from your lips, “-you’re mine.” He nipped at your ear, the desire in his tone made you keen, arching your back into his armoured body. You shouldn’t be doing this, should push him away and tell him off for watching you strip, for putting his hands on your body.
But you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want this moment to end. From the moment you and Hunter entered the cabin it felt like something in your dynamic had shifted, like this territory was meant to be explored. You twisted out of his grip and threw yourself into his body, claiming his lips in a fierce kiss.
Hunter grunted in surprise but didn’t resist, instead leaning into the kiss with his own force. It was teeth and tongue, lusty and full of desire, the need for one another growing stronger with every passing minute. Your hands worked furiously to strip Hunter of his armour, tugging the straps and tossing the pieces to the ground. Hunter helped you, tearing his armour and clothes off without breaking your kiss. He did when it was time to remove his shirt, muscles rippling as he pulled it off, tossing it to the ground and connecting your lips again.
You moaned I to the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving it a tug. He groaned at the feeling, hands wrapping around your thoughts and wordlessly telling you to jump. You did, wrapping your legs around is waist as you kissed him claiming dominance over his mouth. He brought you
to the bed, laying you down and kissing down your body, taking his time nipping and sucking marks into your skin.
“Fuck, Hunter your lips are so soft,” you whined, fingers tangling in his hair once more as he pulled your panties down with his teeth.
“Your skin is soft mesh’la,” he replied. Once he had your panties off he threw them toward his armour with the intention of keeping them. You didn’t comment about the obvious intent to steal your panties, instead focusing on the way he kissed your thighs.
His lips closed around your lower ones, sucking at them and drinking in your juices. You moaned loudly, not expecting him to dive right in but you weren’t complaining. Your back arched as his tongue worked wonders on your nether regions, stimulating every part.
“Fuck Hunter!” You whined, feeling the way he licked into your core, using his fingers to spread your labia. You threw your head back as Hunter practically made out with your pussy, groaning into it as he tasted you.
He flicked your clit with his tongue before taking it between his lips, drinking you in like a fine glass of spochka. You screamed, legs shaking as your orgasm snuck up on you with just how amazingly Hunter was eating you out. He was a wiz with his tongue, his saliva mixing with your cum as he swallowed everything he pulled from you. Your legs shook as he kept going, shoving his tongue inside your pussy as far as it would go, hitting your spots with just his mouth.
“Hunter- fuck, too much,” you whimpered, pulling his hair and a groan from his mouth. He licked you up and down now more time before finally pulling away, giving you a chance to rest. You heaved a breath as Hunter let up, crawling up the bed and kissing you with the same fire he had been eating you out with. You moaned into the kiss, teasing yourself in his tongue, turned on even more by the filthy way his wet chin meant yours.
“How was that?”
“My legs feel numb,” you giggled, Hunter chuckling at your words. You lay there in each other’s presence for another few moments before you kissed him again, rolling you over so that you were on top. Hunter was taken by surprise once again as you turned your body around, placing your lower half over Hunter face and your mouth over his cock.
“(Y/N)-“ Hunter was cut off as you took his tip into your mouth, pursing your lip before taking him down your throat. Hunter groaned, pulling your hips back to him and going back to devouring your cunt. You focused on bringing Hunter pleasure, bobbing your head up and down, working your tongue around his tip.
Hunter moaned into your lower lips, causing you to moan around his cock, close to cumming again already.
“I-I’m gonna cum mesh’la,” Hunter pulled away from you to groan out, chest heaving with deep breaths as you used your hand to stroke him. Hunter moaned bucking his hip up into your mouth, legs and stomach tensing as he came, blowing his load in your mouth. You held onto his cock as he did, swallowing what he gave you and slowly working him through his high.
Hunter buried his face between your legs again, working furiously to bring you to another climax. And he did so skillfully and quickly, using his tongue and his fingers to get you over the edge. You moaned, releasing his length as your legs tensed around his head, thighs shaking and body going lax.
Hunter maneuvered your body back to lay beside him, placing a kiss to your forehead as both of you came down from your highs. You drew little random circles on his chest, letting the comfortable silence sink in before you broke it.
“Hunter?”
“Hm?”
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“When you said that the others look at me the same way you do. Did you mean it?”
“Every word mesh’la. We all love you and care for you not just because you’re our team mate but because you’re the first person to show genuine care for us. And it’s not out of a place of obligation, it’s because you care about our wellbeing.”
You hadn’t really thought about it but you had definitely had your share of wet dreams about each member of the batch but you didn’t know if they felt the same. You smiled a little thinking about just how jealous the others would be to know that Hunter got to you first. The idea pulled a giggle from you, Hunter giving you a look of confusion.
“It’s nothing sarge. Promise.”
“Don’t call me that right now.”
“Why not?” You asked cheekily, feeling hunter half harden and twitch against your leg which you had thrown over his body. He looked at you with a glint in his eyes that told you what you needed to know.
“You’ll find yourself not being able to walk for at least a week.”
“Bring it on….sarge.”
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Hi! I love your writing. I've never asked for a story here on Tumblr, so I'm sorry if I'm wrong (English isn't my first language)
I love your story "The Symphony of Battle" We could have something similar but with Crosshair 🥺💗 I love angst/comfort, thank you so much for your writings, they are amazing
One More Light
Crosshair x Reader
Absolutely! I would love to do this for you! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to reply and to write the story but there had been a lot going on in life and I haven’t had the right motivation to write but I’ve got some now!
I’m really proud of this one! It took a while but I did it and I’m proud! (Between this fic and my Wrecker one titled Battle Symphony, can anyone guess who inspired the titles of these stories lol)
Warnings: ANGSTTT, hurt/very little comfort, canon typical violence, blood, wounds, sad Crosshair, vulnerability, character Death, no happy ending (Sorry not sorry)
Words: 1.7K+
“How much longer Tech?” Hunter grit out over the comms, his voice strained as the droids closed in on them.
“I am going as fast as the algorithm will allow me. I cannot rush this otherwise it could corrupt the data we are expected to acquire,” Tech said, his tone sounding annoyed but he knew they were on a time crunch, any second the droids could discover him and he didn’t exactly want to get cornered.
“Kriff,” Hunter groaned, turning back and firing another shots at the droids behind him. His eyes shifted around his surroundings as he fought, watching as Wrecker took out a few more droid a couple feet’s from his own position but was quickly becoming overwhelmed.
“I need cover over here!” Wrecker yelled over the comms as the droids began to surround him. Wrecker was not usually one to get overwhelmed but there were too many droid this time.
“Crosshair-” Hunter called but was silenced by a rapid barrage of precise shots firing from a distance. Crosshair cleverly took out half the droids surrounding Wrecker and watched with a smirk as Wrecker took out the rest.
“You’re welcome,” Cross drawled over the comms, now turning his sights to where Hunter was and where (Y/N) should be. It should’ve been easy to spot them, robes framing their body as the green of a lightsaber cut through the fields of droids.
“General what’s your location?” Crosshair spoke over the comms but there was no reply from the general. He fired a few more shots toward Hunter and Wrecker positions, mowing down what droids he could from a distance as Wrecker and Hunter continued to engage in close quarters.
“General, where are you?!” Hunter voice was more firm yet concerned, looking around his field of view for the general who was meant to be fighting by their side.
“I have got what we need!” Techs voice cut through the chatter like a plasma shot, making everyone sag in just a little relief.
“Good! Get out of there so we can blow this place sky high!” Wrecker jumped in before Hunter could, excited just to be able to blow something up finally.
“Technically-“ Tech started but was cut off by Hunter this time.
“No time for technicalities Tech, lay the charges and GET. OUT. OF. THERE!” He didn’t mean to snap at his younger brother, but right now he needed him out of there so that they could blow the facility and find the general.
“Roger that,” Tech said, knowing not to take Hunters words to heart. He too wanted to get out of here and off this planet. Meanwhile, Crosshair was trying to contact you on your private comm channel with no success.
“(Y/N) come in, where are you!?” His voice was growing frantic, panic seeping into his bones when there was only static in response to his voice.
“Cyar’ika this isn’t funny, come on!” Crosshair was getting frantic now, looking through the scope of his sniper, trying to see if his eagle eyes could see anything that would tell him where his beloved had gone.
It was when he zoomed all the way with his sniper scope that he found a small patch of blood and a trail leading further away from the battlefield. His heart pounded as he mentally cursed, torn between leaving his post to follow the trail or stay until Hunter gave the signal. His answer was made for him as Tech came barrelling out of the facility at lightning speed, not looking back as he ran toward Hunter.
“Tech’s clear! Wrecker blow it!” Hunter said over the comms, relief flooding his voice as his little brother ran passed him, Hunter taking the hint and turning to run after Tech. Wrecker followed suit with an enormous grin on his face, detonator in hand and finger on the trigger, pushing it down as they went. Crosshair didn’t waste anymore time, jumping up from his sniper perch and sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him toward where he had seen the blood trail.
His heart hammered against his rib cage, hoping and praying to whatever being watched the galaxy that his cyar’ika was alive. He couldn’t bare the thought of loosing her like this, the thought that she was alone and bleeding. As he ran he passed his brothers who all look only slightly relieved, but that relief was short lived when Crosshair passed them, Hunter being able to hear his heavy breathing.
“Crosshair!” Hunter called after him but Cross didn’t stop, desperately trying to find his beloved. He only narrowly picked up on the rapid foot falls following him, knowing that his brothers were behind him.
“Do you know where the general is?” Wrecker asked but just like Hunter, he received no response to his question. Crosshair ran like his life depended on it and in a way, he felt it did.
He came screeching to a halt near where he found the trail of blood and pick it up, eyes narrowing as he followed it. Tech, Wrecker and Hunter followed him, Hunter taking the lead with his enhanced senses. Crosshair continued to ignore the other three as he searched for his beloved, following the trail of blood left behind.
“(Y/N)! can you hear me?” he removed his helmet and called out, more worry and panic seeping into to as there was no response in return. Hunter signalled for the others to fan out in the area and search, wanting to cover more ground to find their missing general.
“General! Where are you?” Wrecker called out this time, just as worried for their general as the others. His good eyes turned left and right, spotting more blood leading further away from where the battle had taken place.
“I found more blood!” Wrecker said over the comms, following to where it led, which led him to more. He was growing more worried now with how much thicker the trail grew. He barely heard the sound the rapid footsteps behind him as he turned the corner of a tree, coming to a halt in horror of what saw.
“Oh no,” Wrecker whispered as he flipped up his helmet, just as Crosshair came speeding around the same tree.
“(Y/N)!” He practically yelled, throwing his helmet down and falling to his knees next to his beloved, “(Y/N) I need you too open your eyes and look at me, please,” Crosshair begged and he tried his best to find where to start.
Your back was to the tree, arms at your side with a blaster wound to your left shoulder, and a vibro sword lodged in you right. There was another blaster wound just below your right breast, other scraps and bleed cuts littering your legs. Your pants had been shredded, making way for the dirt of the land to seep into your wounds.
Crosshair didn’t know where you start, his eyes rapidly moving over your body, trying his best to determine if you were alive just as Hunter found your position. His eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape, falling next to Crosshair and tossing his helmet as well.
“Hunte-“ Hunter stopped Wrecker from saying anything by hold up his hand, using his other one to feel around your neck for a pulse. Crosshair watched in defeat, still trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.
“I can hear a faint pulse but it’s weak. We heave to get her to the marauder,” Hunter said quietly turning his eyes to Crosshair who had yet to speak. The sniper moved his hand up slowly and placing it under your nose, trying to feel for any sign of breathing. His shoulders sagged in a small amount of relief that you were breathing, but just like your pulse, it was weak and shallow.
“H-how do we move her?” Wrecker asked shyly, twiddling his thumbs. He didn’t know how to help, waiting for a signal from Hunter.
“(Y/N) please,” Crosshair finally spoke, his shoulders shaking as the weight and the emotion of the moment finally hit him. His gloves had long since been forgotten, calloused hands coming up to hold your face, being careful at what internal injuries they couldn’t see.
“(Y/N) you can’t leave me like this,” Crosshair sniffed, his voice cracking at the prospect of loosing you. He didn’t even care how vulnerable he was being in front of his brothers right now. All that mattered was getting through to you. He could faintly register Hunter on comms to Tech telling him to hurry with the ship but he couldn’t bring himself to pay much attention.
“(Y/N) please. Please cyare don’t go yet,” he pleaded, voice cracking even more as tears began to run down his cheeks. He couldn’t control the racing of his heart, the way it felt so heavy in his chest, like someone had dropped a tank on it.
You coughed, your shoulders rose and fell shakily as blood spilled from between your lips. Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker all jumped, shocked that you had moved at all.
“Cross..” your voice was barely a whisper, throat dry and eyes still sealed shut. There was a constant ringing in your ears that made it hard to hear anything, but you could always discern the feel of his hands.
“It’s me cyare, I’m here. We’re going to get you home I promise,” Crosshair said, placing his forehead to yours, holding you gently. Somehow a smile managed to find its way to your face, even if it was bloody and tired. You lifted your head as best you could, eyes just barely opening to gaze at your handsome sniper, the man who had saved your life more than once, who had showed you it was safe to love even if he had a hard time showing that love.
“I a-am home ne-ner ram’ser,” you whispered, smiling at Crosshair as your eyes close once more, body falling completely slack and still. You were cold, but your heart was filled with warmth to have seen him one more time. Your hearing fade to the sounds of Crosshair and the batch calling your name as the sounds of the marauder filled the air.
But now there was silence. Peace.
Very sad Ending, I’m sorry
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It was a beautiful, lazy day today, the ground covered in a thin layer of snow but the house was warm and filled with light from the rising sun. There was no business to attend to today; no missions to fulfill, no bounties to collect, no people in need of saving.
You lay in comfort of your bed, the soft silk sheets rubbing against your body like a soft glove, reminding you of how you had taken an everything shower just the night before. You were cozy, content to lay in bed for the rest of the day if you could, which really you had the power too, it was just a matter of if you could justify such a lax day.
You let out a yawn, eyes closing and body stretching, joints cracking with a satisfying release of tension. You snuggled back into the sheets, pulling the blanket up to your chin and closing your eyes, willing your body to go back to sleep. You were almost to sleep when you felt arms snake around your waist, the bed shifting slightly to accommodate a warm, firm body behind you.
It made this winter morning feel that much more comfortable, feeling your beloved trooper press against your back. His breath fanned over your neck, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine body responding to him just as it always did. His fingertips ran up and down your body, ghosting across your flesh and cause goosebumps to spring forth.
Wolffe lay a gentle, lasting kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear, making you arch into him ever so slightly. He continued to kiss your neck, slowly, gently, savouring every kiss, every moment his lips connected with your skin. You could feel yourself grown damp as he went on, feel him grow harder against your bum as he teased. You couldn’t help the soft, pleased sigh that left your lips, the blanket slowly falling from your chin, being helped along by Wolffe’s coarse fingertips.
“Good morning mesh’la.” His deep, whispered voice against your neck felt fire, slowly making its way down your back. It sent your body a light, making you drip even more. Wolffe used one of his hands and shifted your leg, opening you up and placing his now rock hard cock between your thighs, closing your legs around him.
“Mornin’ handsome,” you replied, rubbing your thighs together around Wolffe, letting out a soft moan as he grunted in your ear.
“So warm sweetheart, feel so good around me,” he said, squeezing your hips and chanting his hips just a little to get a taste. You whimpered as he did, feel more slick gather between your legs, your core aching with the need for him. Wolffe’s hands moved along your body once more, one coming to rest against your breast as the other found a home on your stomach, kneeding the flesh like the fluffiest dough.
“Wolffe,” you whined, feeling him rut his hips against you again, his cock leaking precum between your thighs. It felt messy but so satisfying that he got pleasure from just thrusting between your legs. But you knew that soon enough that it would be more than just your thighs soaked in cum.
“Want you, sweet girl. Can you feel it?”Wolffe emphasized his point by intentionally twitching his cock, making it flinch with his muscles. You nodded, head already fuzzy with the prospect of being taken soon.
“I want you too, please.” Your pleas were like music to him, the most enticing, entrancing song he had ever heard. Wolffe rolled your bodies over so that you were on your stomach, his chest against your back and lips continuing to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulders.
“Asking me so nicely, such a good girl,” he growled in your ear, manoeuvring and manipulating your body until your face was pressed into the pillows. Wolffe had one hand on your hip and the other wedged under your body, wrapped around your neck. He pulled your hips up, his cock still nestled comfortably between your thighs, body melding with your ls like the perfect glove.
“So good for me sweet girl, so obedient.” Wolffe’s voice was a whisper in the growing sunrise, like he was trying not to disturb the mood that had been set. He pried your legs open with his knees, your thighs releasing his stiff, leaking length. He grunted, watching as slick ran down your thighs and onto the shorts, pussy weeping and begging for attention.
“Fuck sweetheart, look at you, leaking all over the bed,” Wolffe grunted again, his voice deep and strained. You could only moan as he played your body like a blaster, having memorized every inch of your curves. He slid his hard muscle between your lower lips, gathering your juices in his tips and teasing your clit as he went. He groaned, barring his teeth and pulling his hand from beneath your body, giving it a new home on your hips. He gripped them like vice, leaving marks as he moaned in your ear.
“I’m gonna fill you up to the brim sweet girl,” he said, leaning over your body and nipping at your ear, making you keen and arch your back that much more. The idea that he was going to fill you up made you even more aroused. But did he mean it in the way you thought he did? Did he…?
“Wolffe?”
“I’ve seen your search history mesh’la. Seen the things you look up on the holonet. The way you body changes during your time,” he made his point by grabbing your breast and giving it a tender yet firm squeeze. You moaned as he did, feeling your body respond even more to his words.
“I notice it all the time,” he continued, his lips pressed against your ear, “the way your hips grow more full, your bum that much more filled out. The way you tits feel bigger-” he rolled your nipple between his fingers, “-rounder, more sensitive.”
You whimpered, did he really pay attention to all of that? Did he really notice how you’d search up and research baby names or clothes?
“Wanna put make you all mine, forever, make a mini me inside you.” His words made you groan into the pillow, the filthy way he said it drawing lude and crazy fantasies to the forefront of you mind. The thought of a little mini Wolffe running around your house made you even needier, hips bucking back into him, trying to get him to fuck you.
“Wolffeeeee,” you whine was drawn out as his teeth connected with your shoulder, biting and sucking a mark into the flesh, putting his mark where it should be.
“Would you like that sweet girl? Want me to fill you up? Make you all round with my ad’ika?” The Mando term rolled off his tongue like liquid sin, a promise he spoke in the dark. But it wasn’t to the dark, it was directly to you, against your skin, seeping into your bones like the cold weather does when outside for too long. Wolffe smirked against your body, lining hi tip up with your lower lips and push it in slowly, teasingly.
You moaned and slammed your fist into the pillows, tears gathering in your eyes from all the teasing. You were so close to snapping, taking matters into your own hand and fucking yourself on his lap just to get him inside you. But Wolffe could read your body like a holonovel, noting the way your body shook.
“Don’t worry sweetheart,” Wolffe said, caressing your body, “I’ll take good care of you.” Wolffe finished his sentence by pushing in to you, groaning along with you as it finally took the edge off. You buried yourself further into the pillows, gripping the sheets like vice in hopes of keeping yourself on this plain of existence.
“So wet sweet girl, so tight around me,” Wolffe grunted, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose. He was going to ravage you, take you apart and put you back together, add his own piece into you. The thought had him growling possessively, pulling his hips back before thrusting back in quickly, setting a brutal pace.
You couldn’t help the loud moan you released, feeling yourself clench around Wolffe’s impressive girth. It had you whimpering like a dog in need of water, panting for air like it was scarce. Wolffe didn’t let up though, continuing to fuck into like a man starved of touch, of love and sex, which he most definitely was not anymore. He pound into you thrust after thrust, drilling his hips into repeatedly until your ass cheeks were red.
“You like that mesh’la? Like it when I fuck you like this?” You could barely nod at his words, head too foggy and cock drunk to respond coherently. On autopilot your hips canted back into his, your ass bouncing against him in the way you knew he liked. Wolffe stuttered in his thrusts but gained control again quickly, grasping your hips like vice and upping his pace.
“I’m going to put a baby in. Breed you like good girl.”
And breed you he did. It’s wasn’t just sex or fucking; it was hardcore love making. Wolffe made love to you over and over, in the comfort of your cozy home until all you could chant was his name. He used your body over and over, thrusting deep inside you repeatedly, making you come undone time after time, orgasm after orgasm until you shook.
“Wolffe…too much.”
“Almost there sweet girl. Gonna cum inside you again, fill you with my ad.”
“Please Wolffe.”
“Anything for you mesh’la,” with one final growl and a few more thrusts, Wolffe emptied himself inside you again, holding your hips against his own. You moaned as you felt hit hot, creamy seed fill your hole, seeping into your belly and bloating your tummy till it swelled. You whined, your eyes trailing down to look at your body and how it had been bloated, full of Wolffe’s spend.
“There we go sweet girl, take it all.” The words were dirty, stressed by how he hadn’t moved away from you. Instead he shifted your body again, laying you both down in your side with his cock still buried in your pussy, slowly softening with the end of his orgasm. You whined, body jello now that Wolffe seemed to be done…for the time being. You brought a hand down to your stomach, feeling the way it grown with Wolffe’s cum inside of it. Wolffe covered your hand with his, smoothing it up and down your stomach with tenderness.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful all the time but I think you’ll look even more beautiful with your stomach round and full with our ad’ika,” Wolffe whispered lovingly, peppering kisses onto your shoulder, the same shoulder that had been marked with love bites.
You couldn’t help but smile, snuggling back up to Wolffe and closing your eyes, content to lay here all day, in the same position. Wolffe’s chest rumbled with a chuckle, his arms holding onto you as if you were made of glass, a precious treasure in his world.
“Wolffe?”
“Yes sweet girl?”
“Love you.”
“I love you too Mesh’la. Go back to sleep, we can have a lazy day today.”
He smiled as you nodded and closed your eyes, chest rising and falling with deep breaths as you fell into a peaceful sleep with him still inside you. In Wolffe’s eyes, he was holding his whole world in his hands, and he couldn’t be happier.
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Could you do a story where the reader is a Jedi and the Bad Batch fall in love with her because she saves their lives? I love your work!
New Beginnings, Where to Start
The Bad Batch x Reader
(Pre-Fic Part 1 for my “The Healer Who got Away” series!)
Hello! Of course I can write this for you anon! This actually fits in perfectly with a story I had in the works so I have made this fitting for your request! It may not be exactly this but the next part will be! This will most definitely turn into a multi part series so stay tuned for that.
(Kind of a song fic ft. Something just like this by Coldplay)
Warnings: Fluffy, slight mention of insecurity, the Bad Batch simping over reader, friends to lovers (eventually), Pre-Echo! (He comes later), eventual kisses, eventual smut, etc.
Words: 4.5K
Italics - Song lyrics
Mando’a translations:
Ne’johaa - Shut up
Di’kut - Idiot
Vod’ika - Little sister
79’s was packed as usual; shinies out and about for their first time before shipping off to the front lines. Legions and Battalions alike on leave after battles they wanted to forget. It was almost a full house with sweaty bodies of clones and civilian women, dancing and getting to know one another. It was at a table closer to the front corner where Clone Force 99, or The Bad Batch, as they had branded themselves sat to celebrate their own victories.
“Cheers boys, to another successful string of missions,” Hunter said with a smirk, his usually tense posture now relaxed and playful. He raised his glass above the table, his brothers following suit as they cheered to their continued 100% success rate.
“When are we shipping out again Sarge?” Wrecker asked, downing his drink in one gulp before flagging one of the waitress robots down for another. Crosshair however, rolled his eyes at his brother, giving him a smack upside the head making Wrecker snarl.
“Hey! What was that for?!” Wrecker yelped, holding his head where Crosshair smacked him, glaring at the sniper who glared right back.
“For you to shut up and stop talking about ‘the next mission’. We have a break, be greatful for that,” Crosshair said with a grumble, happy to have a night off and not to think about the war for even a brief moment.
“Can it, both of you,” Hunter barked back at them both in his sergeant voice, causing both his younger brothers to deflate and look at him remorsefully.
“Wrecker,” Hunter said, addressing the demolitionist with a softer look, “we’ll receive our orders when we receive them but for now, let’s enjoy a little down time.” He downed the rest of his drink and flagged another waitress down for another round for the table.
“And Crosshair,” Hunter continued, now addressing his youngest brother with a more firm tone, knowing he needed a more direct talking too, “just because you don’t want to hear what Wrecker has to say, doesn’t give you the right to smack him.” Hunter felt like a dad trying to discipline his kids, trying to get his brothers to play nice on their day off.
Crosshair only grumbled and took a sip of his drink, gnawing on his toothpick as he slumped back into his seat. Hunter looked over to Tech, noticing now that the genius had been quietly observing something else on the other side of the bar. It was then that Hunter tuned in to what was happening around them, hearing a lot of laughter from around the bar but one particular giggle caught his ear most of all.
He followed Tech’s line of sight and was greeted with the sight of an immaculate beauty, hair done up beautifully and eyes shining in the light of the club. She was sat with a group from the 327th star Corps, laughing along to a joke Bly told as she took a sip from her glass. The boys were egging her on, trying to get her up and dancing with them.
“Come on vod’ika! It’ll be fun!” One of them said, giving her shoulder a playful shove as she laughed.
“I’m not drunk enough to dance with any of you crazy people,” the woman said jokingly, giving the trooper a shove back as the table laughed. Another one piped up, seeming more drunk than the rest of the group.
“H-how‘S some karaoke about *hiccup* general,” he said, words slurred and jumbled, interrupted by a loud hiccup in his voice. She laughed at his slurred words, shaking her head before downing the rest of her drink.
“If I sing will you all stop pestering me about getting up to dance with you?” She said and there was a chorus of cheers as she spoke. She laughed and stood up, adjusting the black dress she had dawned for the night out with the men, making her way over to the stage where there was a mic set up.
“-nter? Hunter!” Wrecker tapped the sergeant on the shoulder, drawing him out of his dazed stupor. Hunter jolted a little, not used to something distracting him so much that he hadn’t heard one of his brothers call his name.
“What are you and Tech lookin’ at?” He asked, trying to follow his line of sight, though it wasn’t so difficult when Wrecker caught on. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he aggressively tapped Crosshair on the chest, the sniper smacking Wrecker’s hand away and looking at his incredulously. Wrecker said nothing except forcefully turned Crosshair head to look at the woman that Tech and Hunter had been eyeing, his own eyes going wide as the toothpick fell from his lips.
“Woah.” Crosshair wasn’t normally one to loose his wit but he couldn’t help but gawk at the ethereal beauty making her way to the stage to sing. His eyes lingered longer than they should have but he couldn’t help it, none of the batch could
“Woah indeed. It appears that that woman is General (Y/N) (L/N), newly knighted Padwan of General Aayla Secura,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles as he read over the information on his data pad.
“She’s really pretty,” Wrecker said, his voice carrying a little more than he was fully expecting. He was still getting used to the fact that he was much louder than the others and it showed when all three of them ‘shushed’ him very loudly again. He shrank back with a mumbled apology but when he looked up again, his eyes met those of the beauty he had complimented. It seemed as though her eyes swept over their table as she waved at him, her eyes shining with a slight blush to her cheeks.
Wrecker must’ve looked the same or more like a goof as he grinned and waved back, the other Batchers watching as she blew their table a kiss. Crosshair was smirking his now signature cocky smirk, raising his glass to (Y/N) who just shyly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Hunter gave a more relaxed smile as he took a sip from his drink, giving (Y/N) a wink as she adjusted the mic to her height. Tech was a flustered mess when (Y/N)'s eyes shifted to him, not knowing really how to act now that he had her attention. She giggled behind her hand and smiled, Tech instantly falling in love with the way she looked when she did, even if he couldn’t hear her.
The loud thumping music of the club slowly began to quiet down, making way for (Y/N) to sing karaoke. She surveyed the crowd once more but her eyes seemed to always end up back at the table that housed 4 very different looking clones. She observed one who was very large, broad shoulders and a smile that could knock someone out. Next it was the silver haired one with eyes that felt like they were piercing her soul, a sly smirk on his face. Her eyes moved to the relaxed man next to the silver haired one, finding that his eyes were bold but his posture was relaxed, the skull tattoo covering half his face making him look more mysterious. Finally her eyes fluttered over to the last member of the group, his goggles making him look very smart but also very shy. This group intrigued her greatly and she wanted to get to know them better but for now, she needed to shut her corps up.
“Good evening 79’s!” She said into the mic and there was a chorus of cheers from the bar, the loudest coming from her men. After the cheers died down a little she looked over the crowd that had gathered to stand in front of the stage, eyes on her waiting for her performance. Her eyes however, once again, were fixated on the table of dark armoured men, all four of them watching her as she watched them. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smirk as they eyed her, not even trying to hide how their eyes followed her movements as she took the mic from the stand and adjusted her position.
“Let’s get this song started shall we?” She turned to the droid at the back of stage to start the music, hearing the cords begin to play.
“I’ve been reading books of old,
The legends and the myths.
Achilles and his gold,
Hercules and his gifts,
Obi-wan’s control, And Anakin with his fists, And clearly I don’t see myself upon that list.
Laughter rung out through the club at the words of the song, all clones knowing that she had changed the words of the song, more and more people gathering around the stage. The song was not usually one heard in a club setting such as this but it was something the clone began to feel deep down.
But he said where d’you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I’m not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts. Some superhero, some fairytale bliss Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss.
The words rang true to how (Y/N) felt, feeling as though the Jedi were lonely even if they weren’t. She wanted something more, something real, something she couldn’t have. She wanted to feel something special with someone, like her master had with a certain clone commander.
I want something just like this Do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do Do do do do do do Oh I want something just like this Do do do do do do Do do do do do do do Do do do do do do Oh I want something just like this Oh I want something just like this.
(Y/N)’s eyes swept the crowd once more, looking over to the table housing the 327th boys. They were all grinning as they listened to her sing, raising their glasses in support as she smiled at them. Then her eyes moved back to the table of black armoured men, their eyes glued to her as she sang, as if they were hypnotized by her voice.
I’ve been reading books of old The legends and the myths, The testaments they told The moon and its eclipse. Commander Bly unrolls A suit before he lifts But I’m not the kind of person that it fits.
(Y/N) smiled as she threw Bly’s name into the song, hearing the 327th table erupt in laughter and cheers. She couldn’t help but laugh at their reactions, feeling herself let loose a little more. She felt like letting go, letting it all out especially since this was her last night with the 327th before she was given her own group to lead in this war.
He said where d’you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I’m not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts Some superhero, some fairytale bliss Just something I can turn to, somebody I can miss
Her eyes began to water only slightly as the emotions of the song began to come out stronger, the meaning behind the words sinking in before they left (Y/N)’s lips. She was confident in her ability to lead a group of soldiers, confident in her healing abilities to help save as many as she could, but would she mesh well with her new group? Would she bond with them like she had with the 327th? She wasn’t sure but for now, she wanted to live in the moment.
Oh I want something just like this Do do do do do do Do do do do do do do Do do do do do do Oh I want something just like this Do do do do do do Do do do do do do do Do do do do do do Oh I want something just like this Oh I want something just like this.
The clone’s in the club sung along to the chorus, though because most of them were quite intoxicated they were a little off key but no one seemed to care much. They were all having fun, listening to the beautiful women in front of them serenade them. (Y/N) sung from the heart her eyes continuing to flick over the crowd though she kept coming back to the table of mystery black armoured men. That was something about them that intrigued her, something that just felt right.
Where d’you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I’m not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts Some superhero, some fairytale bliss Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss, I want something just like this.
It seemed as if she had them in a trance, their eyes never leaving hers as if she was singing right to them. The Batch were captivated by her beauty and her voice, like nothing else around mattered but the beautiful woman singing to them.
Oh I want something just like this.
Oh I want something just like this.
Oh I want something just like this.
As the song came to a close the crowd quieted down, even in their different stages of drunkness. There was no sound as (Y/N) wiped a stray tear from her cheek before focusing her attention back on the crowd in front of her. It was another moment of silence before the bar erupted in applause and cheers, all the patrons present giving (Y/N) a standing ovation. She grinned and took the time to dramatically bow, showing off a little as her corps hollered like mad men.
She laughed and stepped down from the stage, watching as the sea of people watching parted for her to get back to her table. (Y/N) was greeted by her men with applause and cheers, pats on the back and many questions from the guys.
“Where did you learn to sing?”
“How did that feel?”
“You look so good up there! Would you ever do it again?”
“Enough you di’kuts!” Bly said with a laugh, welcoming (Y/N) back to the table with a toast and a shot. She thanked him sheepishly before downing it, quickly grabbing a second one from Galle who was about to protest but the look in her eyes shut him up.
“I think that’s enough for me tonight,” (Y/N) whispered, feeling the wave of emotion begin to take hold once more. She stood from the table and thanked the boys for an amazing night. Before they could respond she dipped, making her way to the door and out of the club.
Meanwhile the batch watched as (Y/N) left, all four of them following her retreating figure with their eyes. They had been completely captivated and mesmerized by her performance and had wanted to speak with her but they didn’t want to have to deal with the regs around her.
“Should we…?” Wrecker started, looking at Hunter who just shook his head, already knowing what Wrecker was thinking.
“Leave her be, she had tears in her eyes so there’s obviously something wrong,” He said, his eyes flickering to the door again.
“All the more reason,” Crosshair smirked, moving to get up only to be forced back down my Hunter once again.
“I agree with Hunter.”
“Of course you do.”
“Believe me, I wish nothing more than to console an absolute beauty like her but we do not know her, much less what she is going through and after all that, she is a Jedi and our superior at the end of the day therefore it would be very inappropriate,” Tech articulated, somehow already back on his Datapad typing away while nursing his drink.
“Should that not be all the more reason to-“ Crosshair started but was cut off by the sound of their comms going off. All four men groaned as Tech pulled the orders up on his Datapad.
“It seems as though we are needed in the hanger at 06:00 tomorrow morning,” he said with a sigh, flashing the orders to Hunter who nodded.
“I’m that case boys,” Hunter started, raising his glass to toast the others. Cross, Tech and Wrecker followed suit, raising their own glasses and cheer-sing Hunter in the centre of the table.
“To more successful missions and to each other!”
“Here here!”
~
(Y/N) sighed as she made her way to the hanger so early in the morning, head hurting just a little as the hangover caught up to her. She didn’t regret being out drinking with the 327th boys so late, but maybe she should have taken it easy. As she walked, her mind raced with the new possibilities with her new squad.
Was this a meeting with her new squad? Or was this just the council ready to send her on her first solo assignment? She didn’t know. The door to the hanger opened and she spotted commander Cody and Master Kenobi speaking on the far side, closer to what looked like a Omicron-class attack shuttle but it didn’t look like a normal one.
“(Y/N)!” Master Kenobi called over to her, a gentle smile resting on his bearded face. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as she walked over to him and Cody, taking a second to bow respectfully.
“Master Kenobi, to what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you here?” She asked trying to keep her voice even and not give away how tired she was.
“It is good to see you (Y/N). Cody and I were here to introduce you to your new squad, however, I am being called to a council meeting so I am unable to join in on this but I leave you in Cody’s capable hands,” Obi-wan said with a smile and a bow before leaving (Y/N) with Cody.
Cody smiled and saluted, making (Y/N) giggle at the formal nature of the trooper.
“It’s okay Cody, no need for that,” she said and Cody just smiled before turning toward the Omicron-class shuttle and walking to it. (Y/N) fell into step next to Cody, following his lead to the shuttle.
“Apologies general but by the books is how I like to do things,” he said with a smile as the ramp to the shuttle opened.
“That’s okay Cody, I understand that… completely…” The words died on (Y/N)’s tongue as she gazed upon the four men descending the gang plank from the shuttle. Her face heated up as she gazed upon them, the same 4 mysterious troopers who sat in the corner booth at 79’s last night as she sang her heart out.
And by the way the four troopers seemed to falter in their steps and their faces turned smug, they remembered her as well. They came to a stop at the end of the gang plank, in line though not perfect, their own way of letting her and Cody know they were listening.
“Sergeant Hunter, good to see you,” Cody said, his arm extended for Hunter to take in a hand shake. The slightly broody, long hair clone stepped forward, his half tattooed face making him look menacing and mysterious but also, somehow alluring.
“Nice to see you too commander.” Hunter’s voice sent a shiver down (Y/N)’s spine, the smokiness of it making something inside her tingle. He must’ve been able to sense the subtle shift in her posture because his eyes darted toward her, the smirk on his face growing ever so slightly. (Y/N) stiffened as Cody turned back to her, trying to get her blush under control.
“This is sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99, General. He’s the leader of this team,” Cody said, before gesturing to (Y/N), “this is newly appointed general (L/N). She is to be your general for the time being,” Cody said, turning to glare at the trooper with a Crosshair tattoo over his eyes who scoffed. Hunter also turned to him and glared, giving him that older brotherly look.
“Ne'johaa,” Hunter growled, watching as Crosshair rolled his eyes and placed a toothpick between his teeth. Cody chuckled at the exchange between the brothers, knowing of Crosshairs distain for authority.
“Sorry about him General. He’s a bit prickly but eventually he’ll come ‘round,” Hunter said, now directing his smoky, gravelly voice toward (Y/N). It sent another shiver down her spine to know that he was now speaking to her directly, his eyes boring into her soul.
“I-it’s okay sergeant. I understand,” (Y/N) spoke softly, watching as the bigger troop laughed and punched the smaller one with goggles in the shoulder.
“I like her already,” he said with a big grin watching as his giggled brother adjusted said goggles before looking up at him.
“You like a lot of people upon meeting them for the first time,” He shot back, his eyes meeting (Y/N)’s briefly before they snapped back down to his datapad, cheeks tinged a light pink. (Y/N) giggled when she realized this, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
What is this feeling? Why was she feeling this why? This kind of thinking went against everything she had been taught by her master and her masters master. But why did it feel so freeing.
(Y/N) was brought back to the present moment when Hunter spoke again, gesturing toward his brothers this time.
“The big one here is Wrecker, our demolitions expert,” Hunter explained, her eyes flitting to Wrecker as he gazed at her with a million credit smile. He slammed his fists together with a brute force, showing his strength and the power he possessed.
“Nice to meet ya general,” his voice was loud but there was a hint of gentleness behind it, something that drew her in. The way he spoke made (Y/N) want to get to know him better, be in his presence, bask in the chaotic happiness he exuded.
“It’s nice to meet you too Wrecker,” she said softly and watched as Wreckers smile got bigger, bitting his lip as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t. Hunter smacked his chest plate, muting what (Y/N) could’ve sworn was ‘keep it together before you pop a blood vessel’. It made he giggle and Hunter and Wrecker looked at her with matching smirks.
“This one here is Tech. He can fill your head with useful and useless information for hours,” Hunter said, elbowing Tech to look up from his datapad again.
“The information I carry in my head will always come in handy one way or another. It is imperative that I learn all I can about everything there is to learn if-“
“We get it, you’re a walking word vomit machine. No one cares.” The way the words left Crosshair’s mouth were unsettling to her and before Hunter could scold his brother, (Y/N) stepped in.
“Apologize to your brother,” she said firmly, making all five heads snap in her direction.
“General-“
“Did I stutter? I said apologize to Tech now,” she said with a little more bite, taking a step forward toward the snarky sniper. He was clearly taken aback by the fierceness at which he was called out by (Y/N), his posture straightening ever so slightly.
“General it’s o-“
“Don’t you dare say it is okay because it is not,” (Y/N) snapped, shifting her eyes to Tech before turning them back on Crosshair. She walked forward, this time placing herself almost directly in front Crosshair, her eyes blazing with a fire that the boys had seen a little of last night at 79’s.
“General-“ this time Hunter tried to step in but (Y/N) held up her finger, not even giving Hunter a look but the gesture said a thousand words. She and Crosshair continued to have a stare down but, to the shock of the other members of the Batch, Crosshair caved and turned to Tech with a short ‘sorry’.
“That’s better,” (Y/N) smiled before stepping back, the boys eyes following her as she did. Wreckers jaw was almost on the floor with how wide open his mouth was, eyes wide in shock like some had just taken away his ability to detonate bombs.
Hunter cleared his throat which snapped the other boys back into position, Cody even standing a little taller as Hunter finished introducing Crosshair.
“It is a pleasure to meet you boys,” (Y/N) said with a soft smile, a complete 180 from the glare she had given to Crosshair not moments ago, “I look forward to working with you.”
“We will do our best to serve you General. We’re not used to working with others but we are a squad that adapts quickly,” Hunter said, giving (Y/N) a soft look. She giggled before hearing Cody clear his throat.
“I’m that case General, I will leave you to get acquainted with your new squad,” he said and saluted her before turning and walking back toward the door of the hanger. Once he was out of ear shot, (Y/N) let out a sharp breath she didn’t realized had been stuck in her throat, finally, really looking at these men.
“Well aren’t you a jack of all trades,” Crosshair said first, a smirk on his snake like lips, causing a blush to bloom on (Y/N)’s cheeks.
“S-small world I guess,” she said, reverting back to her timid self under the snipers piercing gaze.
“That was quite a performance you put on last night general. A few of the boys had to do a double take,” Hunter said, watching as the colour on (Y/N)’s deepened a little more, he eyes refusing to meet any of theirs now.
“You’re really pretty,” Wrecker said a little dazed, a boyish grin on his lips before it was wiped off as Tech Elbowed him this time. Hunter glared at his larger brother but a giggle made him stops turning to face (Y/N) who couldn’t hide the surprised and bashful expression on her face.
“Thank you Wrecker. You are quite handsome yourself.”
“She called me handsome! She called-“
“We heard Wrecker.”
Wrecker looked like he could die happy now, the grin never leaving or faltering in his expression. (Y/N) laughed with him, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she connected with these men.
Was this what connection felt like? Was this the kind of relationship that the council warned against? But why? It felt so light in the force, like an untapped power that light could flow freely from. It was as if there was a crack in the rose tinted glasses she had been given, finally seeing what it meant to feel connected to other beings.
This was dangerous territory but she was interested to see where this territory took her.
Thank you for reading! Hopefully the next part of this prequel won’t take me as long but i’ve got an idea for it!
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Next Fic: Crosshair x Reader - One More Light request by @saturnsmoon24
I am back back back again givin’ Clone Christmas cheer!
Here I am again to participate in Kinky Clonemas! Because why the hell not. I really enjoyed Kinktober and this time I will try to be on time with all of my other stories! This will follow the every two day’s format just like my Kinktober list did so I don’t burn myself out lol.
Here it is! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Christmas divider by @chateaubarnes
Day 1 - December 2nd - Breeding Kink / Cumflation - Wolffe x Reader - Baby Belly
Day 2 - December 4th - Sixty - Nine / cunnilingus - Hunter (TBB) x Reader - Meal for Two
Day 3 - December 6th - A/B/O dynamics - Tech (TBB) x Reader - Get Out
Day 4 - December 8th - Spanking / Marking - Captain Rex x Reader - You’ve been a Bad Girl
Day 5 - December 10th - Piercing / Body Modification - Echo (TCW) x Reader - Scars to your Beautiful
Day 6 - December 12th - Glory hole / breath play - Wrecker (TBB) x Reader - Take it All
Day 7 - December 14th - Somnophilia - Crosshair (TBB) x Reader - One way to Wake up
Day 8 - December 16th - Pregnancy / Lactation Kink - Cody x Reader - Daddy Loves Milk
Day 9 - December 18th - Fuck Machine / gagging - Kix x Reader
Day 10 - December 20th - Fisting / Overstimulation - Howzer x Reader
Day 11 - December 22nd - Strap on / Pegging - Fives x Reader
Day 12 - December 24th - Hair pulling / Leather - Hardcase x Reader
Bonus Day 13 - December 25th - Free Form - The Bad Batch x reader
If there are any fics that you wish to be tagged in, let me know in the comments and I can do that for you! If this is a list that you wish to follow, please feel free to, comment if you are and tag me in whatever you write, I would love to read them!
Merry Christmas, Happy holidays and happy snow season everyone! I love you all!
PS: I will also be working on requests that I have received so keep an eye out for those as well!
Kinktober Day 13 - Mirror sex / Squirting - October 25th
Notes: This is a fic that is a little deeply personal. It deals with a lot of insecurities and might be triggering for people so please read at your own risk. Other than that…IT IS ABSOLUTELY FILTHYYY🤭
(Can be read as a Part 3 to Surprise for you and Best Seat in the House or can be read as a stand alone)
18+ MINIRS DNI
Kinks: Mirror Sex / Squirting
Warnings: SMUTTTT, insecure reader, body image issues, self doubt, Wrecker is a gem, p in v sex, illusions to pregnancy/ parenthood, squirting, mirror sex, nipple play, slight lactation kink, praise, doggy style, Wrecker is a Tits and ass man, fingering, cumflation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Words: 3.1K
“Come on, come on come on! FUCK!” You screamed as you heard the seams of your dress creek, a few of them snapping. You peeled it off your body and threw it to the mirror adjacent from the bed, watching as the standing mirror shifted before the dress fell to the floor. You grunted in anger, falling onto your bed and yelling out in frustration. Tears welled in the corners of yours eyes, some falling down your cheeks as you grappled with your self esteem, or lack there of.
You stayed on your bed for what felt like hours, mentally tearing yourself apart in whatever way you could. You hated the way you looked; nose, stomach, legs, arms; Your body in general. You curled up into the fetal position, letting the tears fall as cries wracked your body.
You didn’t hear the knock on the door much less care when someone walked in.
“Babe! Are you okay?” Wreckers concerned voice reached your ears, his hand touching your shoulder. You moved away from his touch, grabbing a near by blanket and throwing it over yourself as if to hide from him.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Wrecker asked, taking a survey of the room. Nothing appeared to be broken but Wrecker did notice the shift of the mirror before his eyes travelled to the floor where they gazed upon your dress. He walked over and picked it up, fluffing it slightly which drew his eyes to where the seams had come apart.
It was then that it clicked for him why you were so upset. You had torn your favourite dress, the one you always wore before you had your baby. It was a dress that Wrecker knew meant a lot to you and he was sad to see you so distraught. He took care in folding the dress and placing it on the dresser before fixing the mirror, shifting it back to its proper place. He walked back you the bed and laid down behind you, pulling your body up and into his without much effort. You didn’t say anything or protest when he invaded your blanket burrito, though you still didn’t turn to look at him.
“I’m sorry about the dress babe,” he said softly, nuzzling his face into you neck, feeling the way sobs racked your body.
“I look fucking hideous,” you sobbed out, feeling Wrecker tighten his hold on you. You knew you weren’t in your right mind, but everything just came crashing down.
“No you do not,” Wrecker said, his voice fill with reassurance and a hint of distaste for how you were being down on yourself. You turned toward Wrecker with an unknown rage in your eyes, body shaking with your continued so sobs.
“Yes I am! I can’t even fit into my fucking dress! I’m fat like a pig, my nose looks horrible, my arms and legs are scared to the high maker-“ your tone was raised but Wrecker stopped your rambling by pulling you closer, holding you tightly in his arms, trying his best to console you.
“Stop talking nonsense (Y/N/N). You’re not fat, you’re not ugly like you think you are,” Wrecker said, his tone firm yet gentle, knowing that you weren’t in the right headspace, “you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met and nothing will change how I feel about you. Nothing at all.”
Wrecker watched as your shoulders shook with more sobs, shaking your head in denial but Wrecker just shushed you, hands holding onto your body. The body of his wife, the mother to his child, the woman he loves with all his heart. Wrecker loved everything about you, despite how you denied looking beautiful. He worshiped you in every way and he was going to show you just how much he loved every part of you.
“(Y/N).” Wrecker using your full name made you look up at him, you sobs quieting down for a moment to hear what he had to say, body still trembling slightly.
“You are beautiful,” Wrecker said, emphasizing every word. You went to shake your head but Wrecker shook his, holding your face in his hand, “don’t deny that you’re beautiful because you can’t. You can’t tell me I’m wrong. Because what you this is hideous use as being human.”
“Wrecker.”
“It’s true,” his words were final, making you stop for another moment before you dig yourself further into the hole you’d created. Wrecker slowly sat up with you, pulling the blanket off your body and sitting you between his legs off the foot of the bed facing the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” Wrecker said, guiding your chin up so that you could see yourself. You tried to pull away and avoid it but Wrecker wasn’t having it, “cyar’ika look.”
More tears welled in your eyes as you looked, hating who you saw staring back at you. You could pick apart every single detail of your body that you didn’t like but as you looked into Wreckers eyes through the mirror, all you saw was love and adoration. His hands went to your stomach, holding your body like a delicate vase that would shatter if he was too rough.
“This right here, is beautiful because it shows how human you are. You carried our baby here and I will die on the hill that it makes you look incredibly hot,” Wrecker smiled as a small smile graced your lips. He moved his hands down to your bare thighs, running them up and down, feeling how smooth they were.
“Your legs are strong, working to keep you moving and keep up with our ad’ika. They’ve certainly given me a run for my money.” That drew a giggle from you and Wrecker smiled with pride, moving to your arms and running his hands up and down like he had done with your legs.
“The scars on your arms, regardless of where they’re from, tell stories of many battles, physical or mental but they’re all you,” Wrecker continued, thumbing over a particular nasty scar on your upper arm from where you had been sliced by a commando droid during one of your earliest battles. You scooted back a little, Wrecker getting the hint and wrapping his arms around your body in near hug, silently vowing to never let you go.
“You, my beautiful woman, are the most precious person I know, besides our ad’ika.” You giggled again, feeling the love Wrecker was offering to you and taking hold of it immediately.
“Where is she?”
“She’s with Hunter and Omega for the day. Sarge said that he thinks you and I could use some time together,” Wrecker said with a smile hands beginning to wonder your body with another purpose. You were greatful for Hunter taking your daughter for the day, knowing that she adored her uncles and aunt. Your head fell back onto Wrecker’s shoulder as his hands found your chest, giving them a squeeze.
“These breasts are gorgeous. They feed our daughter and help her to grow big and strong just like her mother,” Wrecker continued said, massaging the tender flesh delicately in his palms. The action made you moan softly, enjoying just how warm and big his hands were.
“Fuck I love your tits babe,” Wrecker groaned into your neck, kissing it teasingly as he took your nipples between his fingers, rolling them until they pebbled. You whined as Wrecker played with your chest, feeling your breast swell with milk.
“Wrecker..”
“Let me show you just how beautiful you are babe,” his voice was low, which was unusual for him but his word sent a shiver through your body, shockwaves going right down to your core. You nodded and looked in the mirror to see Wrecker already looking at you, grinning at you both.
“Look at you. You fit so perfectly in my arms. Your tits fit so perfectly in my hands,” Wrecker said as he massaged your breasts once more, giving them a firm squeeze. You moaned as you felt a few drops of milk come out, dribbling down onto Wreckers hands.
“Oh fuck,” you keened as he did it again, watching in the mirror as your sweet milk squirted out. Wrecker always had a thing for your breasts and when you got pregnant it got worse and after you gave birth it got even worse. He loved them so much.
“Look at that cyar’ika. Such sweet milk. Don’t want to waste too much,” Wrecker whispered, licking his lips. Your eyes didn’t leave the mirror, watching in the reflection as Wrecker’s hands pleasures you. You couldn’t look away from the filthy sight, your body responding to his touch in so many ways.
“Wrecker please.” Your whimpers prompted Wrecker to nod, pushing you to stand up before joining you, stripping himself of his day clothes. You drooled over your beast of a man, his muscles rippling and abs flexing as he stripped. He had put on a healthy bit of weight too, rocking a slight dad bod but he still looked hot as fuck. You stood on your tip toes to kiss him, pulling closer to you as he reciprocated the kiss.
You could feel Wrecker’s cock, but and hard against your tummy, pre um already leaking from the tip. You brought a hand down to stroke his impressive girth, loving the way it flexed in your hand. You moaned as Wrecker pulled way from the kiss, instead moving back down to your neck to kiss and nip at it, leaving little love bites here and there.
“Shit, Wrecker,” you whimpered, feeling his hands drift down to your bum. He squeezed you cheeks and laid a playful smack to the left one, using his hand to juggle the right one.
“This ass is amazing, feels so good against me when I fuck you. Love playing with it,” Wrecker mumbled as he kissed behind your ear, playing your body like a well oiled blaster. Your sounds were encouraging, driving Wrecker crazy with lust like you always did.
He sat back down on the foot of the bed and pulled you with him, your ass against his cock making you moan. Wrecker’s hands found your breast again, playing with your nipples even more, causing more milk to leak out. His other hand snuck down between your legs, rubbing up and down your lower lips.
“Fuck, Wreck, oh god please,” you moaned breathlessly, opening your legs a little further to give wrecker more room to work.
“You’re so beautiful babe. Such a strong, sexy woman,” Wrecker said, his fingers stroking your pussy, feeling how wet you were thanks to him, “look at yourself, look at how wet you are.” Wreckers words directed your eyes to the mirror, moaning loudly as you saw the way your body molded with his. One of his hand remained on your breast, squeezing a drawing milk from it while his other one rubbed your clit, pulling your juices from your pussy. It felt so good.
Wrecker, once again, adjusted your body and lifted your legs, placing your feet on his thighs and opening you up even more. With this new position, you could see your glistening folds in the mirror moaning as Wrecker smirked, moving two of his fingers down to your entrance.
“Look at how wet you are mesh’la. All for me.” Wrecker pushed two fingers into you, drawing a long grain from your mouth. He used his middle and ring finger to open you up, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit with every thrust. It made you keen and whine, bucking your hips up for more.
“You want more baby?”
“Yes please. Please babe, please fuck me.”
“Tell me how beautiful you are.” His words caught you off guard, making you whimper, so close to shaking your head but you knew Wrecker had a purpose. You stayed silent for a moment too long and Wrecker slowed his fingers, eyeing your reflection in the mirror.
“Babe.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re beautiful. Say it.”
“I-I’m beautiful.”
“Yes you are. Say it again.”
“I’m beautiful.”
“That’s my woman,” Wrecker grunted, working his fingers back into your core and thrusted them quickly drawing a loud moan from you once more. Be moved his hand in and out, up and down and used his hand to brush your clit in the best way. You almost screamed as you came, squirting as Wrecker continued to fuck you with his fingers, hitting all the right spots.
“That’s it baby. Cum for me,” Wrecker growled in your ear as he drew nothing squirting orgasm from your core, moaning as he watched in the mirror. He couldn’t care less about the floor right now, all he wanted was to make you feel loved and desired.
Your hands trembled as they took hold of Wreckers wrist, giving it a couple small squeezes to signal him to stop. Wrecker did so immediately, slowly and carefully pulling his fingers from your core and watching with a satisfied smile as your cum dripped from his fingers. You giggled, your body feeling lighter than it had in days, looking the mirror at Wreckers satisfied smirk.
“So good for me babe,” he said, gently removing your feet from his thighs, running his hands along your legs to sooth the aches in with hips. He kissed up your neck, nuzzling behind your ear with a smile.
“Feeling a little better babe?”
“Absolutely,” you said dazed, a dopey smile on your lips, “can you-“
“Absolutely,” Wrecker said, mimicking your words before standing with you in his arms, moving in a flurry of motion until you were on your hands and knees on your shared bed, facing the mirror. Wrecker position himself behind you, on his knees, stroking his large cock, groaning as he looked at your reflection in the mirror.
“Ready babe?” Wrecker asked, running his tip through your lower lips, teasing you, making you keen in anticipation. You nodded, letting out a long, loud pornographic moan as Wrecker pushed into you, groaning at the tight heat of your walls.
“Fuck Wrecker, you feel so good,” you whined, panting as Wrecker stretched you open, splitting you on his cock.
“Right back at you hot stuff, pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock,” Wrecker said as his hips met flush against your ass, bottoming out with his hands on your hips. You moaned once more, feeling the tip of Wreckers cock brushing your g-spot and your cervix.
“Look at yourself,” Wrecker said, prompting you to once again, look at your reflection in the mirror. Your face was flushed, cheeks tinted red and the forehead layered with a few drops of sweat. Your around shook slightly as you held yourself up, your breast hanging from your chest and jiggling as Wrecker adjusted his grip on your hips.
“See how beautiful you look, impaled on my cock, tits hangin’ down there.” Wrecker pulled out and thrusted back in, leaning over your body and grabbing your breasts again in his hands, fucking into you raw, slowly, with purpose. You moaned at the new angle, loving the way he fit perfectly inside your pussy.
“I-I look beautiful.” Another loud moan escaped your mouth as Wrecker squeezed your breasts, growling as more of your sweet breastmilk leaked out. Wrecker gathered some on his finger, lifting his hand up to his lips and licking it off, groaning at the sweetness.
“Fuck cyar’ika. So fuckin’ hot, so beautiful,” Wrecker said, his hips retracting before thrusting in again, his hips meeting yours again and drawing a pleasured moan from you.
“Please Wrecker, please fuck me, need you to show me-“ Your words were cut off by another scream, Wrecker sitting back up and thrusting his hips into you faster, rougher and with more purpose.
“You are a goddess, a beautiful woman given to me by the maker himself,” Wrecker growled out, making sure to emphasize every one of his words with a thrust into your core, watching as your breasts continued to jiggle with every shift of his hips.
“Please Wrecker.” You could feel yourself teetering on the edge again, feeling your walls pulse and your body, shake with the anticipation of your orgasm.
“Let go babe. Cum on my dick,” Wrecker growled again, fingers finding your clit and rubbing furiously.
“Wrecker!” You yelled out as you came, squirting all over the bed sheets as your orgasm washed over you.
“Gonna fill you up again cyar’ika, gonna cum deep inside you,” Wrecker groaned as his hips stuttered, looking your reflections in the mirror. You looked as well, eyes rolling back at the filthy sight that awaited you. You were sweating, panting, breasts leaking milk, cum dripping down your thighs. Wrecker’s face was twisted in pleasure, chest heaving as he panted.
He came with a shout, shooting his cum deep inside your pussy, right to you cervix and filling you with all he could give. Your stomach swelled with his cum, bringing you back to the day that your daughter was conceived. You giggled thinking about it, moaning as Wrecker flexed his cock, emptying the last of his spend inside you. Wrecker looked on with a dopey grin, lifting your body to have your back flush against his chest, rubbing your breasts and your stomach. He kissed your neck again, admiring the way your body responded to his attention.
“You, babe, are the sexiest woman ever,” Wrecker whispered, his warm hands rubbing your tummy. You smiled, feeling his cock deflate inside you, but staying put, holding his cum inside you.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you so much too Wrecker.”
“You look so pretty baby.” Wreckers words moved you, making you smile and look in the mirror again. Wreckers smile, eyes filled with adoration and love, no disgust or judgement anywhere to be found.
“You look so handsome Wreck,” you said with a loopy smile, watching as Wrecker blushed with his own grin, carefully manoeuvring your bodies to lay down, neither of you caring about the wet sheets right now.
“Feeling better babe?”
“Absolutely. Thank you love.”
“Always. I’m always here for you. Make you feel loved and beautiful because you are.”
His words left no room for argument and you didn’t have the energy or desire to disagree anymore. You knew the journey wouldn’t be easy. But you knew that Wrecker would help you through it all. He was always there, always supporting you and he would make sure you felt like the best version of yourself no matter what.
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