#February batch

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Summary: The admiral's daughter is teasing Bradley about his push-up game. But once he does the push-ups with you sitting on his back, you are left speechless.

Word count: 900

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"Do you call that a push-up?" You mused, staring down at the back of Bradley's head. The plan was to go eat lunch with your father Tom Kazansky but somehow you ended up outside in the tarmac watching pilots do push ups.

Your golden excuse? Wanting to greet Hondo and admire the cool aircraft. The truth? You had a thing for Bradley Bradshaw's massive arms. The curve of his bicep was absolutely gorgeous. It should have been illegal the amount of time you dreamt about sinking your teeth into his arm.

As a little girl it was okay for you to think the base was your personal playground, running around asking officers for piggy back rides. Now you were older and knew better. Your father told you to treat the men with the utmost respect, and not to mess around with any of them like GI Joe's.

You followed the rules but Bradley was the one guy you itched to play with. There was so much to love about him. Bradley was nice, attractive, funny and a shameless flirt. Wasn't afraid to put the moves on the Admirals daughter like the rest.

"I've seen little girls do more push-ups than you."

Bradley let out a breathy laugh. Beads of sweat were falling off his forehead to the concrete, while he pushed through the exercise.

"Really? Because I don't see you doing any."

The only part of you he could see was your low-top converse. He would kill for a glimpse of you in your small sundress, but Bradley would hate to face you when he was ready to collapse.

"I would, except I don't want to." You stretched a leg out behind you. In the corner of your eyes you caught a glimpse of how scrumptious his shoulder blades looked, strained against his black t-shirt. Lord have mercy. "Plus I would hate for you to get embarrassed by someone wearing a dress."

Bradley was pissed you hadn't seen him earlier breeze past his first round of 500 push ups. In his second round, he was slower, sweatier, and sloppy. The only motivation was to last until you left. But you didn't look like you were moving any time soon, enjoying front row of his struggle.

"Down 460"

"I didn't know we were doing yoga today. Nice plank bro."

It was certain that you wouldn't be saying this around your father.

"Down 470."

"Are you working out or massaging the floor?"

A few chuckles, even Hondo smirked

"Down 480."

"Damn with that form, the floors gonna start pressing you." You had jokes Bradley would give you that. But he had ambitions. And he really wanted to impress a pretty girl and get her to shut her mouth.

"Get on my back, and I'll show you some real push ups."

You blinked "Please your chicken arms would snap."

"Why don't you get on and find out?" His voice was strained but cocky, earning a round of ‘oohs’ from Hangman and Coyote.

That's when Bernie spoke up on Bradley's behalf. "Alright since Rooster wants to show off. Let have him take the final 10 home."

Instantly Hangman and Coyote dropped all their weight to the tarmac once Hondo had let them off. Bradley tapped your shoes with his hand. Which he instantly regretted since he was about to topple over

"Get on." Bradley voice was firm.

"Okay." You put your hands up in defense and took a step forward. Suddenly you were feeling a bit shy at the proximity. But if Hondo insisted, that's fine by you.

You lowered yourself down and smoothed your skirt out before you sat sideways on his back. You were barely putting any weight on him, hesitant.

"Nu uh pretty girl, properly." His voice left no room for argument. Your stomach flipped as you stood back up, then straddled him properly. Then you sat right down putting all your weight on Bradley. But to your surprised his spine didn't sink down and he kept his firm posture.

"Bradley you dont-"

"Down 490."

Hondo cut you off and Bradley was lowering himself on the ground making your shriek. Bradley wasn't shaking, his form was perfect and stable as he raised back up.

"Down 491."

To say you were impressed was an understatement, your pupils were definitely dilated.

"Down 492."

Being on top of Bradley felt like riding a carousel, his back lifting you in smooth, controlled motions.

"Down 493."

At this point you weren't sure if it was Bradley's soaked shirt that had you wet or your own arousal.

He didn't shudder once doing clean push ups like he wasn't tired. Your hands wandered on his back and when your hand brushed against his shoulder you let out a small gasp from how hard his muscle was.

The two exhausted boys on the floor were rooting for Bradley and you were internally as well.

"And Down 500."

Bradley didn’t stop. Just for good measure, he gave you five more.

You scrambled off him as soon as he was done, pulse racing. That might’ve been the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your entire life. And worst of all? You were pretty sure he could’ve done twenty more.

Hangman, Coyote and Hondo were all whooping and cheering for Bradley.

Bradley pushed himself onto shaky legs, his palms stinging, his body aching. But he still had that award-winning grin on his face.

"Not to bad for chicken arms huh?"

Iceman definitely had Bradley's ass, once he found out about this.

[littletroggo]

for all my fellow glasses wearers

textless version below

[omaano]

SW Hades AU February Update

Some links and previous updates: May - June - July - August - September - October/November - December - January - everything else in this AU

I was honestly worried that I won't have anything to share as a February update (and wouldn't that be a new low for me, wow) because even despite the very generous help from @queenjiru I still cannot wrangle Sabine into a proper sketch. But then the new Hades 2 update came out ! And the art to go with it - Ares looming over Melinoe with his bloody hand staining her shoulder like that just took a hold of me body and soul, and so I have something to present to you all:

A redraw of that image with pre-Sarlacc Boba and a smol and angy Omega!

And some progress details and ramblings under the cut, as it is tradition for these update posts ->

First things first and for the sake of transparency the original image here:

You can see that it is very much just a redraw. I felt very exhausted this month, and all I wanted was something simple and straightforward. Plus the original composition was so perfect, it was a huge reason why I wanted to redraw it so bad. I'm not even going to try to deny that Ares is one of my favourites (I've never truly grown out of that edgy teen I had been way too many years ago), and the fact that in my Hades (the first) game based AU project Boba is cast for Ares - if you really want to categorize the Star Wars characters in some manner - it really was just perfect.

Ares just looked too perfect, and I'd been itching to redraw Boba in this style in another version of him, and I really just had to!

At first blush I wasn't 100% sure how I wanted to go about this redraw, so I sketched out the initial composition, and Omega with her energy bow. I wanted both Boba and Omega to be different from their original first designs, and since Omega leaned more into her teenage TBB s3 self, I wanted to draw her more like she was in s2. Season 1 Omega would have been too tiny, oh god.

And Boba... well. You might find a note in the mess above that I want to do something with his hair to make him look at least a little less like Ares (because even their face structure could match up, ohmygod I'm in distress!) but uh. It didn't really pass muster. I just love this hairstyle for a younger, pre-Sarlacc Boba too much TT^TT So I had to swallow my pride and accept that this will indeed be very much a simple redraw, nothing fancy to see or do here...

I also didn't like how hunched and balled up Omega's pose was in the initial sketch. It made her look too scared and way too vulnerable - so I had to swallow some more of that pride and non-existent ambition yet again, and accept that the way through was to stick a lot closer with Melinoe's original pose.

And because I somehow still proved to be a far more prideful person than previously thought I still made a few alternate sketches with different weapons for Omega. If it was a game, she would likely have all of them, but for the "cover" she was still stuck with Din's spear. I'm pretty sure I even copy-pasted the updated spear from Din's character art so that the head is the right size and shape and all.

The only one I don't like all that much from this collection is the middle one where Omega is holding Crosshair's rifle. I quite like most of the others, but ultimately the spear won out. The original was too good of a composition, what can I say?

Yes, I also draw little red hearts in the corners of the winning thumbnails :P

I also like the landscape format of this composition. I couldn't make up my mind about whose hand I would want it to be to loom over them though so I didn't even try to push working out that concept.

And for the very end a wip closeup of Omega. She is small and lonely and angry (and she's just ran into the worst of her brothers, and the one that's least likely to help her, what will she do?) . She's got massive vambraces with a communicator, Hunter's knife strapped to her thigh, a short kama with pockets and CF 99's skull motifs on her. And the jewel she had on her forehead in season 1 around her neck.

I really love this drawing, but for the time being I have no idea how to move on from here. I very very badly wanted to show it off though (that's why I've been writing this post for a solid 2 weeks if not more lmao) so please enjoy! <3

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[archivewriter1ont]

👋👋ATTENTION BAD BATCH FANDOM🪧🪧 We have Echovember, and it's been amazing! But I was wondering if we could give the original four batchers their month, too. What if we started off 2025 with four months of batcher-centric content, corresponding with the last digit of their CT numbers? Here is my idea:

Hunter January since he's CT9901 Tech February (CT9902) Wrecker March (CT9903) Crosshair April (CT9904)

This is my plan anyway. My goal for Echovember has been one fic posted each week of the month, so I will probably keep it the same for the others as well.

Share if you like the idea, or comment if you have a better one or any suggestions! I'm pretty new to any kind of fan community so I appreciate all advice, comments, and feedback!

[annab-nana]

february sleepover

OPEN UNTIL SATURDAY, FEB 8TH AT 11:59 PM EST

she's back :)

who am i if not a fan of a good sleepover? we all love them lol there’s no real reason other than just for fun but there will be some valentine's and regular prompts as well so we’ve got a variety and you are also more than welcome to send in your own ideas/concepts too! let’s get into the rules and prompts and get this thing started

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rules

please check my request faqs & guidelines before making a request as well as who i write for. if you want me to write for someone new, just ask me before sending in a request but everyone on that list is fair game

when requesting, you can either copy and paste the prompts or put the letter of the list and the number of the prompt together (ex: b1 is "you have a date? how much did you pay them?" because it’s the first prompt from the b list) if you don’t want to use a prompt from below, you can always send in your own concept/scenario

if you request for a sam, steve, or jonathan, please include their last name so i know which to write for. if it’s sent on anon without a last name, then i’m going to pick one

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prompts

list a - valentine's list by trope (if you don't copy and paste the prompt for this one, please specify which trope you are pulling the prompt from)

list b - valentines enemies to lovers

list c - valentines dialogue & scenarios (if you don't copy and paste the prompt for this one, specify dialogue or scenario)

list d - injury

list e - body language descriptions

list f - one bed

list g - quiet acts of love

* = let me know which section you’re pulling from if you don’t copy and paste the prompt and use a letter/number combo instead

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[buggleboos]

Had fun at the EU [VS] artparty today :D

[tlmtwelve]

Pheebruary prompt: Treasure

[drawloverlala]

Commission for JoestarSBB

This is Blaike and Takan fighting against Kirin and Martha.

[angelbby555]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Our get along T-shirt

Summary: Two teens forced in a large white T-shirt. Years later both of you are engaged and rediscover the shirt.

Word count: 1k

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When you were younger Bradley and you could never get along. You didn’t have a specific hatred for him but as kids you remember he was the most annoying boy to ever walk the earth.

To Bradley you were just some girl with cooties. Who was uptight about everything; You hated getting messy, you didn't like to play tag, and every time Bradley tried to talk to you, you’d silence him with: “Bradley just shut up, I don’t even care.” You were such a princess on your high horse, Bradley couldn't fight the urge to annoy you with intention instead of just existing. 

Bradley would pull on your cheeks knowing you hated when Carole did that to you. He flicked your forehead watching you scrunch up your face in annoyance. He'd shove you because he was a boy and he could.

One day you went to the mall with your mom, Carole and cone head Bradley. Carole had been craving Cinnabon and shopping all day. It was supposed to be a fun girls hang out but Bradley just had to come and ruin it. 

You were holding your shopping bag, walking next to Bradley and he kept shoving you with his shoulder. He did this every time. When you were walking down the halls at school together, on the sidewalk, by the door frame, for fun. It's like he couldn’t walk properly if he wasn’t pushing you. 

Bradley aggressively rammed his shoulder into yours again, making you stumble. That’s when you had enough. Before you could even think rationally, you bent down and gave a harsh tug to Bradley’s dark blue jeans causing them to pool at his ankles leaving him in his plaid blue boxers. 

“What the hell?!” Bradley’s face turned crimson, pulling his pants up after being pantsed. Your mom and Carole turned to both of you in a disapproving manner. But you didn’t care because you won this round with stupid good for nothing Bradley.

For your constant bickering you both had to face the consequences when you got home for being immature. Bradley was standing in a large white shirt with only one of his arms through the sleeve. Goose forced your head and arm into the big white T-shirt with Bradley. Both of you share a neck and sleeves. The shirt read 'Our get along T-shirt.'

“Ugh! Get me away from this disease.” You shrieked and Bradley rolled his eyes. 

You started pulling your arm out of the shirt but Carole chimed in. “Get out of the shirt young lady and kiss your going out privileges goodBYE.” You huffed at her in frustration shoving your arm back into the stiff cotton shirt. The pair of you craning your necks to the side to get as much distance as possible. 

It didn’t help the situation that Nick filmed the whole thing with his black camcorder. Together neither of you could look at the camera, both too embarrassed to be in shirt made for children when you guys were old enough to know better. For crying out loud you were 15 and still physically abused each other. 

“Look at how cute these two are.” Goose was looking through the viewfinder on the camera while laughing his ass off having the time of his life. 

This would have never happened if Bradley didn’t knock into you. Discreetly you gazed at Bradley with utter disgust, and he was already looking at you. “Stop looking at me.” You grumbled. You were already planning your revenge, perhaps shaving his ugly shaggy hair when he was asleep. 

“You stop looking at me.” Bradley feuded back, pinching your arm, his finger nails sinking into your skin. “Watch your back, phlemwad. Start wearing a belt because you're not safe.” He muttered just so you could hear, pinching you a little harder. 

“Ow!” You yelped. In self defence, with your other hand that was in the T-shirt, You slapped Bradley’s stomach. 

“Mom she just hit me!” Bradley was a tattle tale since day one. Always quick to run to mommy when he was the problem starter. You didn't care though as you delivered a hard kick to his shins where everybody can clearly see your assault. “Fuck you!” Bradley yelled out, bending forward in pain. Since you were trapped in a shirt together you fumbled forward too. 

Carole, who hated Bradley cursing, scolded him. “Watch your mouth Bradley!” Despite being forced into a shirt to get along and being videotaped, the two of you still fought. To get back at you Bradley shoved you with his shoulder making you stumble, which wasn’t a smart idea since you took him tripped down with him.

You could tell by the way your mom watched she wanted to laugh. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” 

“This clearly isn’t working” Carole rubbed her forehead stressed out by the teens that could not work their differences aside. 

“No but, it's funny as hell though.” Goose smiled. When your mom had you, and Carole had Bradley they presumed their kids would be best friends and maybe even date each other at some point. Clearly that wasn’t happening any time soon. 

“We have to put an end to this.” Carole looked at him. Nick’s eyes brightened, having another phenomenal idea.

“Bradley, if you give the sweet girl here a little kissy, you guys are free to go.” Nick's grin grew wider. This was punishment for you guys but for Nick it meant his favorite show was on. 

Bradley scrunched up his face at the thought. “I. Would. Rather. Die.” He emphasized every word.

“Good because if you kissed me I would probably get warts.” You fought back, the parents were now fully entertained and didn't want to deal with the pair any longer.

“Come on Brad, just a little kiss on the cheek and you both are free to go,” Nick reasoned with his son but Bradley didn’t think that was fair.

“Why do I have to kiss her? Can’t she kiss me?” 

“No, because she's a girl, and you don’t wanna be a wuss Brad.” Nick got an elbow to his side from Carole but it only made him smile, while he kept filming. Bradley furrowed his brows weighing out his options. As he was about to quickly peck you on the check you turned your head to look at him, and his lips were on yours for half a second. Bradley looked at you, horrified while he heard his father teasingly say: “Wow there Brad, don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

Bradley quickly got out of the shirt as you stood there blushing. “Ewwww!” All 3 parents were laughing their heads off. Technically Bradley just stole your first kiss. 

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Now both of you are older and engaged. You two were going through Carole and Nick’s attic, sorting through boxes they no longer wanted or needed. In one of the boxes Bradley found the symbolic t-shirt of your past. Bradley showed you the white ‘our get along shirt.’ making you both burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Try it on!” You eagerly demanded, taking a seat on the dusty floor. Bradley began to unbutton Hawaiian shirt, showing off his body that was a work of art. You couldn’t resist looking at him fondly because before he used to be much skinner and pale, and now he was jacked and tan. Bradley pulled the shirt on and by himself he was big enough to fill out the stiff cotton shirt. Together you were laughing so hard, like Goose and Carole so many years before when both of you were forced in the shirt. 

Bradley let out a sigh after laughing. “Wow fits me pretty well now huh?” He stared at the words written in sharpie in amusement.

“Yeah can't fit another person in there anymore,” You stared at your fiancé in pure astonishment, that after all the fighting and bickering both of you were starting a future together.  

“Uh yes it can, this shirt was made for two.” Bradley walked towards you, getting on his knees and stretching the tight shirt over your head, your nose brushed against his chest before your head fit through the neck whole. All grown up, your heads were closer together than last time. Besides the tight squeeze the only difference was that you both wanted to get into the shirt together instead of being forced in it. 

“Aw come on, just a little kissy Bradley.” You playfully quoted the iconic video.

“I’ll give you more than a little kissy.” Bradley growled before crashing his lips on yours.

After that I think Bradley would unironically wear the shirt under his Hawaiian shirt lol and would be very upset if anything happened to it

[wizardsisananimal]

wizard mail goes out today💌 ! if you’re in either patreon mail tier in january, even after this batch goes out, i’ll send ya the december AND january stickers. happy new year🎉☃️🎆

[totallywizard07]

Promised myself I’d do something for Hunter January and- big surprise- I didn’t. So here’s to Tech February!

These were surprisingly enjoyable, and I’m fine with how they look for one evening’s effort

[somedaylazysomeday]

Hunted - Part Three

You take advantage of a lazy day to get some reading done. Hunter finds himself fascinated.

Hunter x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: Romance novels, heightened senses, references to arousal, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

Previous | Masterlist

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Empty cockpit? Check. 

Datapad? Check. 

Full canteen and fuzzy blanket? Check and check.

You stuck your head out through the doorway, peeking down the main hall of the ship. From that vantage point, you could see everything from the bunks to the gun turret and there was no one in sight. 

The rest of the Bad Batch were outside of the ship, enjoying the warm day on whatever Outer Rim planet you were on. You weren’t sure what it was called - actually, you weren’t sure if it had a name at all. The GAR had ordered you to stay there in case a campaign on a nearby planet needed assistance, but all reports indicated that things were going well with the assault. 

Tech had suggested that everyone work on repairs that the Marauder needed, but he had pointedly dismissed you as the repairs required lifting heavy panels and parts. You had opted to go bathe in a nearby stream. The water had tested as being safe for use, and there was no need to waste the water on the Marauder if you didn’t have to. Hunter had pointed out that everyone could stand to do the same, but they had waited until you came back. The Batch had left for the stream as you came back to the ship.  

That worked out perfectly for you. There was something you wanted to do on the ship, and being there alone made sure you could get it done. 

After you had verified that you were alone, you ducked back into the cockpit, wrapped yourself in the blanket, took a sip of your water, and pulled up the spicy holonovel you had been eyeing for weeks. 

You had downloaded it onto your datapad before you had left Coruscant, but there was a problem: Hunter had banned you from reading anything smutty when you were onboard the Marauder. He had claimed that the smell of your arousal was strong, and he had enough trouble controlling himself as it was since you shared such a confined space. 

Your personal theory was that Hunter preferred it when you couldn’t read about anyone other than him. He wasn’t an overly jealous person, but you didn’t believe his claim about your scent. His senses were enhanced, but they couldn’t be that enhanced. 

Just in case he was telling the truth, you decided that you wouldn’t let yourself get that invested. It was a novel. You could handle reading a bunch of words without having a physical reaction to them. It wasn’t difficult. Plus, most spicy novels didn’t get to anything explicit until later on. You would have time to read the beginning, learn about the characters, and think about the plot until you got back to Coruscant and could read whatever you wanted. 

And yet… 

The holonovel was immediately engrossing, and the paragraphs flew past. You knew why it had been so popular: the characters were likable, the plot was well-executed, and the sex scenes were filthy. 

You were utterly lost in the underwater kingdom of Vreavomor, following princess Moshnul of the Ortas line as she longed for a partner who could serve as a reliable and level-headed consort… while providing some much-needed stress relief. Of course, those plans provided an opening for Krixos, a Clawdite assassin sent to disrupt the kingdom's government from the inside. But when Krixos found herself entranced by Moshnul, the job quickly became less important than staying close to the beautiful target. 

Though you were enthralled by the plot of the story, you couldn’t deny that the steamy scenes kept you reading further and further into the holonovel. Clawdite biology was similar enough to humans that nothing came as a shock there, but the descriptions of Moshnul… Well, you hadn’t known that Nautolan head tentacles could be so prehensile. 

You came to the end of yet another chapter, guiltily glancing over your shoulder as you started on the next. No one had come back to the ship yet, so there really was no harm in continuing to read your novel. 

“What-” 

The voice next to your ear made you shriek, and you didn’t stop when you turned to find Hunter standing directly beside you. He flinched back at the sound of your scream, but stayed close enough that you caught his flaring nostrils and the heated look in his eyes. He kept talking as you recovered from your shock.

“What are you doing in here?” he demanded. “I could smell you half a klick away.” 

“What are you doing in here?” you countered. “You scared the hell out of me!” 

“Are you reading one of those novels again?” 

“...No...” You tried to subtly drop the datapad screen-down in your lap, but Hunter caught it before you could. 

He glanced at the screen, eyes scanning over the first few lines. Fortunately, since you had just started a new chapter, what he read was fairly tame. However, Hunter seemed unconvinced. “Your scent is everywhere.” 

“You realize how that could be offensive, right?” 

Hunter was immediately standing in front of the chair where you were curled. He braced his hands on the armrests on either side of you, leaning in. He didn’t touch you, but he was incredibly close as he took a breath through his nose. “Never. Not when you smell so incredible.”

“I just bathed,” you said slowly, trying to think of something - anything - to disguise how flustered this made you. Flustered and unbelievably turned on. 

“Yeah, and then you came back here and got all worked up.” Hunter’s dark eyes traced over your face before traveling lower. He took hold of the blanket, and you let him drag it slowly down your body until you were exposed to him. 

There was nothing to see, really. When you got back to the Havoc Marauder, you had dressed for comfort. You were wearing the same outfit you normally wore to bed - loose shorts and a tank top. Hunter reacted like you were wearing the most daring lingerie, biting back a groan as he studied your body. 

You abruptly realized why when his hand made contact with the hardened nub of your nipple. It was a little chilly on the ship, but you both knew that your response stemmed from other things - especially when your back arched just enough to press your chest into Hunter’s hand. 

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered with a smirk.

“Hunter,” you complained. “Don’t tease.”

“Mesh’la, teasing is the last thing I want to do.” Hunter grabbed your hand, bringing it to cradle the bulge at the front of his body glove. He stifled a curse, hips juddering into your hand. “Being on this ship right now… It’s like I’m drowning in you. Need you.”

“Then why are you taking so long?” you asked. Hunter watched as you wrapped hands between his ribcage and his extended arms, pulling him down on top of you with a squeeze. He was strong enough to fight your grip - you both knew that - but he obligingly collapsed on top of you, laughing when you gave a dramatic groan. 

“Heavy,” you wheezed. 

“Not very nice,” he chided. “You’ll give me a complex.” 

Despite that claim, Hunter looked wholly unbothered until you gave a piteous huff. “Can’t breathe.” 

“And you tell me I’m dramatic.” Hunter shook his head, easing back off of you. Rather than stand, however, he lowered himself to kneel in front of you. You watched him, but his eyes were fixed steadily between your legs. 

You had parted your thighs to accommodate him when he had landed on top of you and hadn’t bothered to close them. It was only then that you realized that the loose gape of the shorts’ legs left your clothed mound exposed to the air. 

Hunter’s fingers crept forward, easing toward you until they brushed against the fabric of your underwear. The electricity of it sparked across your most sensitive place, and you realized just how keyed-up you had gotten from reading your novel. So much for not being impacted by words on a screen. 

One strong finger slipped beneath the side of your underwear, easing between your skin and the elastic band. It dipped between your folds to play all-too briefly with your clit, then moved out the other side. The moment you saw his finger hooked around the gusset of your panties, you made a sharp sound of warning. 

Hunter paused, giving you a moment to gather your ability to use words. “Don’t you dare, Hunter. I like these underwear.” 

“I’ll buy you more,” he wheedled, confirming your suspicion that he had been getting ready to tear them from you. 

“Where?” you asked, rhetorically. “We’ve gone through more than a few pairs since we left Coruscant. If you tear these, I’m going to run out before we get back.” 

“There are worse things.” Judging from his pout, Hunter was referring to the idea of being kept away from you for as long as it would take to strip off a pair of underwear. 

You shook your head. “Hunter, you can’t stand it when I’m horny around you when I am wearing underwear. Imagine how bad that would be if I wasn’t wearing anything at all.” 

“I can smell you anyway,” he countered. “One layer doesn’t do much good.” 

“What…” You had to laugh at his determination. “Just let me take these off, okay? I promise, it won’t take more than a few seconds.” 

“Fine,” he agreed, inching back from you. “But you have to do something for me.” 

“Yeah?” you asked, lifting your hips for him. Apparently, letting you stand up to pull down your shorts and underwear was too much to ask, and Hunter was already stripping the articles from you as you stayed in your seat. 

Hunter settled back between your thighs, taking a deep breath as he did. When he glanced up at you, his pupils were blown wide with anticipation. “Read to me.” 

You didn’t answer and Hunter gestured to the datapad you had left discarded beside your chair. “Whatever it was that had you so excited before I got here. Read it for me.” 

“I-” you started, then had to pause and swallow. Your mouth had gone dry. “I thought you didn’t like my novels.” 

“I never said that.” You merely raised your eyebrows at him and Hunter chuckled. “Fine. Then I’m giving you a chance to change my mind.” 

You never were one to pass up a good challenge. With a few taps, you pulled up your holonovel once more, then navigated back to the first scene that had left you biting your lip. “Ready?” 

“I’m only waiting for you,” Hunter told you, fingers tracing patterns over your thighs. 

“Moshnul reclined back on the sleeping platform, a coy smile on her lips. Krixos felt her heart-” 

A sharp inhale cut you off mid-sentence. Hunter had licked you from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your slit, covering a wide swath of you with his flattened tongue. He lifted one dark brow at you when you stopped. “That wasn’t all, was it?” 

You bit back a sarcastic comment, unwilling to let him win. Instead, you lifted the datapad and started where you had left off. “Krixos felt her heart pound at the sight of Moshnul’s bare body. The princess was all soft purple skin and curves, her head tendrils sweeping gently around her shoulders. They didn’t hide her, but there was something about the way Krixos was left to catch glimpses of Moshnul through the long tentacles… It was enticing.” 

Hunter listened to your reading, politely letting you get to the end of the paragraph before he traced the tip of his tongue over your folds. He was gilding you with the heat of his mouth, and the next paragraph was much more difficult to get through. 

“To Krixos’s shock, Moshnul eagerly pulled her closer, straddling her in a moment. Those tendrils fell around them both, curtaining them away until they seemed to be the only two people in the galaxy. Moshnul leaned in for a kiss.” 

“Not as explicit as I expected,” Hunter remarked. You would have warned him how much there was to come, but he had used his thumbs to part you, holding you open for him. The anticipation was killing you, as was the cool temperature aboard the Marauder. 

“The princess kissed like she ate, Krixos thought, quick and messy and joyful. Tendrils stroked Krixos’s face as their tongues danced. It took a moment to realize that Moshnul was grinding against her thigh.”

Hunter’s tongue teased at your clit, swirling over it like he was enjoying a candy. He applied gentle pressure until you bucked into his mouth, then moved his attention further down. Fortunately, he found a compromise: when he buried his tongue in your cunt, his nose pressed firmly against your clit. You keened for him.

“Krixos lif- lifted her knee, giving Moshnul a b- better angle,” you stammered, trying not to be distracted by the way Hunter’s tongue was pressing gently in and out of you. “Moshnul took full ad- ah! Advantage! Riding it slowly, slit sliding against the pressure. Krixos only wished  to feel the princess’s soft heat against her… mmfff! leg.” 

Hunter hummed, and the vibrations shot through your core. Your thighs tightened, and the only thing that kept them from clamping around Hunter’s head was the splay of his elbows. They held your knees apart, leaving you spread open for his continued torment. 

He patted your inner thigh twice, expectantly, and you understood the message. 

“Moshnul’s new position took her further down Krixos’s body, and she nuzzled against one of Krixos’s breasts.” 

“Little clunky,” Hunter muttered, removing his tongue from your core. 

“Don’t stop!” you admonished, lifting your hips helplessly. Hunter chuckled, lowering his mouth back to you as a finger pressed inexorably into your heat. After a few thrusts, he added a second.

“Krixos wished for nothing m- more than to be rid of her clothes. Moshnul seemed to agree, and they fumbled together at the fastenings of Krixos’s shirt. The instant it was stripped away, Moshnul’s mouth closed around the achingly sensitive peak of Krixos’s- Fuck!”

Hunter chortled into your folds. He had managed to take advantage of your distraction, lining himself up for the perfect moment. As your lips were forming the word ‘nipple’, he pinched yours hard. At the same moment, he drove his fingers into you, hooking them directly into your g-spot. And, of course, he sucked firmly on your clit. 

Your body tautened like a bowstring, fighting against Hunter’s weight to arch up off the seat as you let out a wail. Hunter didn’t move in the slightest. 

It wasn’t quite enough to drive you to orgasm, but it was close. Close enough, in fact, that you pushed Hunter away from your core and tossed the datapad onto the ship’s control panel. Hunter looked up at you, surprised, and you could feel the wildness in your eyes as you stared back. 

“Fuck me, Hunter. Now.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. In the span of a moment, Hunter had scrambled up from the floor and stripped off the lower half of his body glove. He was poised over you before you could blink, the head of him pressed to your dripping entrance. 

“You want this, mesh’la?”

He wasn’t teasing you - you could see that much on his face. Still, a primal part of you was screaming that he was withholding himself from you, that you had to take care of things yourself. You braced a foot against the seat of your chair, half-lifting your body so you could impale yourself on him. 

Hunter’s eyes widened with the shock of your actions, but he didn’t fight you on it. In fact, he seemed to be relieved, his hips following yours as they lowered back down to the seat. He sank the rest of the way into you and you both groaned at the perfect slide of him in your heat. 

Your foreheads pressed together as Hunter took a ragged breath. “You ready for me, mesh’la? Not sure I’ll be able to hold back.” 

“What part of this makes you think I’d want you to hold back?” you asked. “Hunter, I’m ready. You’ve gotten me ready. Please…” 

He reached between you - bypassing everything throbbing for him - and grabbed your ankle. He lifted your leg gently, fishing it out from where it had gotten captured between you. He hooked it and your other leg over the armrests of the chair you were sitting in, giving you a stern look. “Keep these out of the way for me, sweetheart.”

You nodded shakily. With your legs out of the way, Hunter had sunk a little deeper into you, and you got a sudden idea of how this was going to feel. Your toes were already curling and you wriggled impatiently against him. 

Hunter grabbed your ass, his fingers sinking into the plush flesh as he half-lifted you from the chair. He withdrew from you at the same time and you had time to take a single breath. Without him, you felt disturbingly empty… and then he was shoving himself back inside of you. 

The fullness of him stretching you was intense, all-encompassing. Your mouth dropped open around a noise of surprise, but you didn’t have time for a lengthy reaction. The moment he had pushed home inside of you, Hunter was withdrawing, then surging forward once more. 

You had been close to orgasm with the pleasure of his mouth on you, but you hadn’t realized just how much everything had impacted Hunter. He was achingly hard inside of you, pressing as deep as he possibly could at the height of each stroke. He was fucking into you at full speed, as desperate as if it had been years since the two of you had been together. 

Hunter’s hands partially supporting you was the only thing that kept you from being bruised against the slightly-padded pilot’s seat, but they also allowed him to take more complete control of the angles. He held you carefully, adjusting the angle of your hips to match what pulled the loudest sounds from you. 

The stimulation was intense, especially considering he’d been tormenting you such a short time before. You abandoned the armrests as a good perch for your legs, opting to wrap them around Hunter’s strong waist instead. That, at least, gave you a little more control. 

From that point on, it became a joint effort from the two of you - nothing so elegant as a dance, but you were both actively participating. You used the clutch of your legs around Hunter to meet every stroke and counterthrust where you could, driving him further into you as your body constricted around him.

Hunter changed the angle of his hips and yours at the same time, drilling the head of his cock directly against your g-spot. It was a sudden movement, done all at once so that you didn’t immediately recognize what had changed. All you knew was that the press of him inside of you went from amazing to blinding, the pleasure so intense that it was only just on the right side of painful. 

Your inner muscles started to spasm almost immediately. Your body had apparently chosen to take the intensity of the position and channel it toward an immediate orgasm. You clutched at Hunter’s shoulders. “Hunter, I can’t-” 

He frowned, hips instantly slowing. You nearly sobbed. “Do you need me to stop?” 

“No, I’m close!” you urged. “I’m going to-” 

Hunter’s expression relaxed, shifting from concern to anticipation. “Do it, mesh’la. I won’t be far behind.” 

Before you could respond verbally, Hunter gripped you tighter and picked up where he had left off. The frantic pace of his hips picked you up and dumped you unceremoniously over the edge of the cliff, leaving you free-falling into your orgasm. 

You clung desperately to Hunter as your channel spasmed and flexed. You did your best to lock your pelvis flush against Hunter’s, to keep him as far inside you as possible, but he managed to free himself from the clasp of your core muscles. Driving back into you was noticeably harder than it had been before you clamped down, but he was motivated. 

Once he was inside you again, Hunter’s face tightened. You watched it even through the haze of your peaking orgasm, and recognized it easily. He was close. 

Under the shaking muscles of your calves and thighs, you could feel Hunter begin to withdraw from you. You tightened your legs, holding him in place. 

“Stay,” you managed, though your voice tried to turn it into a moan. “Hunter…” 

He choked, hips thrusting once - twice into you before you felt the hot spill of him deep in your core. He continued to rut against you as his pleasure peaked and began to fade slowly. Hunter’s lips brushed over the side of your throat and jaw as he slowly lowered you to sit back on the seat. 

You smoothed your hand over his hair. He found it soothing even outside of the bedroom, and the slow and steady motion helped you pull yourself together.

Finally, Hunter murmured something against the skin just under your ear. 

“What?” 

“I asked how the rest of your novel is,” Hunter repeated. 

“Oh.” You had forgotten about the holonovel entirely with everything else that had happened. “I’m not sure. I haven’t finished it yet. Krixos has to tell Moshnul who she really is without destroying everything. It’s probably going to be super dramatic.” 

“Probably,” Hunter agreed. “But maybe you can read it on the way back to Coruscant and tell me all about it there.” 

“You’re already looking for a repeat performance?” you teased. 

Hunter pulled back just far enough to see you. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No… but you can’t ever complain about my holonovels again.” You grinned as Hunter huffed a sigh. 

“Deal.”

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Author's Note - I really like how this one turned out, but I have to laugh at how much less intense this is than the previous two chapters. Hopefully you enjoyed it anyway!

Thanks for reading!

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i'm aiming to open commission slots early January. probably around the 6th-10th.

if i didn't get back to you last time it's definitely worth trying again!

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Prompts: Anakin Skywalker, Crosshair, eating a sandwich

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In Your Eyes, I See A Stranger: Tech and Alternate Timeline Hunter

Summary:

**Set during "The Faults in Our Timelines"** The unexpected appearance of Hunt -- a version of Hunter who hails from an alternate, destroyed timeline -- has left the present Hunter and his brothers in a state of shock and wary caution. So far, Tech has tried to keep his distance from his ori'vod's alternate self. But the problem with distance is that it gives you several opportunities to observe, and far too much time to think.

Febuwhump 2025 DAY 7: alternate timeline self

So this is not just a fill for Day 7 of Febuwhump...it's also the first installment for Tech February! I'm attempting to make more fills fit in with the in-progress series so I can knock out two birds with one stone.

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preview for the new cover of The Time Wars let's goooo