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skellymom · 1 year ago

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"I'M YOUR MAN"

Hunter x Jedi Fem Reader Supporting Character. SMUTTY++

Background: This one shot starts out very similar to my "Hunt and Peck" one shot. However, it's not just a Force Sensitive, but an actual Jedi. And, his Batchmates aren't in on the shenanigans. This is the VERY dirty version of "Hunt and Peck" but Hunter goes "solo".

I wanted to write a smutty fic from INSIDE Hunter's head space. We hardly ever really know what's going on in there. Well, now you do!

Word Count: 2.1K

WARNING: Male masturbation, oral sex, genital sex, spit kink, swearing kink, dirty word kink, praise kink, names of various sexual positions, bodily fluids, lots of dirty nasty sexy stuff. Lots of it. Very LEMONY content!

The Batch finished up their latest mission, picking up a new passenger along the way. Y/N was a Jedi hitching a ride to a planet they would be passing on the way to Kamino. She would only be staying a few standard days on the Marauder, and the crew made sure she had a comfortable stay.

Within two days Hunter was smitten. He usually kept his infatuations to himself as best he could...ESPECIALLY with female Jedi. But...well, this one was different...and difficult to ignore. Of course, he still engaged with her politely and respectfully. Being a Sergeant and host on this transport, he kept some distance.

Y/N was attractive. Not conventionally, as he wouldn’t consider himself attracted to just ANY pretty face. But she had that...thing. An essence? Something that just took him out at the knees. It was elusive...

...and she smelled SO GOOD. Hell, even when she was sweaty, dirty, just got woke up in the morning...heady scent of her body odor with the slightest tang of her sex...

Hunter shifted in the pilot’s seat. His armor codpiece felt tight. Dammit, he NEEDED to stop getting distracted. He was supposed to be sitting watch on the ship.

Technically Echo was to stand this shift. However, he was under the weather and now lying down like the rest of his brothers.

Hunter could hear Crosshair breathing, Echo’s ticking mechanical heart, and smell Tech’s drool...as he slept face down with mouth open. Wreckers' snores were like a power tool, until his sleep apnea kicked in. Hunter would count the seconds unconsciously holding his own breath too...until Wrecker finally inhaled.

Hunter inhaled deeply just thinking about it...

...until Y/N sighed in her sleep. The sound brought his attention back to the heat and tightness in his groin. Hunter’s cock was now becoming painful with an intense pressure against his codpiece.

Oh STARS! How did the other Clones deal with this??? Commander Bly following Aayla Secura around while she exposed all that beautiful blue skin. Or Deepa Billoba with her pretty braids and deep scarlet lips...

...then there was his first crush: Shaak Ti. A tall stunning Togruta with her long montrals and head tails.

DANK FERRICK! Y/N did look at him a lot and smiled. He could sense her body reacting to him MUCH differently than his brothers. The thrumming of her presence on his senses. Something he guessed was her Force sensitivity. It would tickle his nerve endings and make him shiver...in a VERY good way. Was Y/N flirting with the Force? Hunter wasn’t exactly sure. Was that even ALLOWED?

Hunter ripped the codpiece off and tossed it onto the Marauder’s dash. His girthy engorged cock staining through his blacks...and leaving a wet spot.

These Jedi women are going to be the death of me!

Who was he kidding...WOMEN drove him crazy!!!

The last thing Hunter wanted was to cause any trouble...especially with a Jedi.

He had to take care of this situation...and put IT to “rest” ...NOW.

Walking back to the refresher wasn’t an option. He didn’t want to wake anyone, and he was supposed to be on watch.

Listening again, Hunter could perceive everyone was asleep and accounted for. He slid down comfortably in the pilot’s chair. Noting that Tech left one of his hand rags for mechanical maintenance hanging up in the cockpit, Hunter grabbed it for clean up later.

Looking around and listening one last time, Hunter gently rolled down his blacks and released his cock. Its meaty girthiness sprung up at attention. Uncut and big enough to satisfy, but not so large as to be painful. Poor Wrecker...Hunter thought fleetingly. So big he must hold back constantly to not injure. Gotta be stressful. People would give Hunter shit for being the smallest of the group. Heh, average ain’t bad. Especially since he exceeded at technique.

What was the saying on Kamino? Yeah...It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.

The head of his penis peeked out from the uncut foreskin. Hunter smoothed his thumb through the large drop of precum and rubbed gentle circles on the top of his cock. He shivered from the sensation but held back a gentle moan. He needed to be extra quiet. Keeping his mouth shut, Hunter also regulated his breathing.

Next, he cupped his cock in hand and gently but firmly pulled back his foreskin. Then he gave his shaft a few good pumps.

... A very feminine scent wafted from the pallet Y/N was sleeping on the bunk room floor. She must have been having a hell of a dream...as Hunter could smell her wet arousal. To her credit, she was extremely quiet.

The smell drove him crazy. More precum leaked from his cock.

Hunter closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to bury his face in Y/N’s pussy. He inhaled her scent and pictured himself licking and sucking her clit. How she would look from that point of view. Staring up over her mons pubis to see her writhe and sweat. Hair messed, face and chest flushed as he teased her to orgasm over and over again. Screaming his name, asking for more.

FUCK, he LOVED EATING PUSSY! LOVED watching his lovers lose themselves in ecstasy. Loved when they praised his talent for the job.

And, if they wanted to be fingered while he dined, he happily obliged. Gently of course...unless she insisted on it being rough. He followed directions very well and kept the channels of communication open. How many fingers? How’s that feel? You like how I’m fingering you? Tell me. I wanna hear you tell me. Yeah...whatever you want. I’m your man. Mmmm...You’re so FUCKING beautiful!

Pumping his cock, occasionally coming up to rub the leaking precum across his head and frenulum with his thumb. The mental image fueling his desire and the tingling of his penis.

Hunter also LOVED breasts. Big, small, he serviced them all. Lick them, kiss, twist, cup. But, he wasn’t in a hurry. No, Hunter wanted to appreciate the other parts of his lover's body and work his way there.

Nibbling Y/N’s thighs, tender kisses on her stomach. Women worry too much about their bellies. Who the fuck made them feel so insecure? Hunter wasn’t gonna get mad. He didn’t have time for that. Bring that belly here and let me worship it. The asshole that made you feel bad about that part of your body isn’t here...I AM. Look me right in the eyes. Yeah, hold that eye contact. Listen to me. I’m gonna make your body SING tonight. I wanna make you feel desirable...’cause you are. Now, grab my hair if you feel ya gotta hold on tight!

Pumped his wet cock a bit more...

AND ASSES! All sizes. Firm and jiggly...flat and flabby...

Fuck the guy who told you your ass wasn’t pretty. Probably the same dipshit who razzed you about your other body parts.

I’m here to tell ya: Your body parts make my cock wanna give you a standing ovation. I’ll happily kiss ANYTHING on your body, if it’ll get you off. Even the stuff you might be worried is too nasty and dirty. I’ll be as clean as you request or dirty as ya care to ask for.

Hunter needed to stay on track. All the blood was rushing to his lower extremities, making him a bit punch drunk. His eyes were half closed with horniness.

And he needed a bit more lubrication. Hunter leaned over his swollen member and spit on it delicately. The extra slide felt amazing.

Oh yeah...Hunter was getting ahead of himself. In his mind Y/N requested he kiss and suckle her breasts. In his mind, she moaned and raked at his back. Mmmmhmm...I wanna hear you. Tell me how much you like this. He moved up to lavish her neck with kisses, grinding his slippery member through her sex. The sound was loud and wet. Smells sooo good. Whispering in her ear, pressing his nose against her cheek You feel so good! FUCK...Hunter shivered, his cock twitching with anticipation.

Are you ready for me? Yeah? Gonna take my time, okay? I’m in no hurry...unless you WANT me to fuck you hard and put you away wet? I aim to please. So swollen and hard right now...could grab you around the legs, hoist ya up, and nail ya silly. Missionary? Doggie style? Cowgirl? Reverse Cowgirl? Vertical or Horizonal, I’m strong enough to get ya there.

No? Ok. Just give me the word. And I’ll take it nice...and easy.

Hunter slowed down the momentum on his cock. Stroking gently to prolong his arousal and not cum too soon.

What about me, you say? Heh...REALLY enjoying my time with you. I’m a man of variety. Whatever you want, I’m along for...ahem...the ride. However long it takes.

You wanna suck my cock? Well...chuckles...I won’t say NO to a good blow. Just ask you tease me a bit. He imagined the wet softness of Y/N’s mouth on his member. Swirling her tongue over his head, shaft...

...her hand firmly gripping his balls and he gripped them now...

...pumping his cock...gathering momentum.

Wanna blow my seed in your cunt, while I’m holding you. Full body skin on skin contact while I’m inside you. My uncut foreskin rubbing your pink jellybean clit while my cock caresses your G-spot. Bonus if I get to taste your mouth while you moan into mine.

Hunter lifted his pelvis off the seat, bracing his legs and abdomen...adding pressure to his core and the root of his sex. He slid his cock back and forth through his wet hand, gritting his teeth, and sweating.

I’ll do EVERYTHING in my power to take you over the edge ONE more time before I do. I got the stamina to fuck, suck, and caress you all night if it’s what you request of me. Over and over again.

I’m YOUR MAN.

As Hunter came, a very sudden and explosive scream erupted from the bunk room!

Hunter let go of his scrotum and slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back his violent moans. An intense, warm orgasm shot through his body. Hunter came SO HARD it hit the ceiling of the Marauder’s cockpit with an audible THUMP! A climax so sudden and strong, he shook and was unable to stand.

The bunk room erupted in chaos. Wrecker had fallen off the top bunk from sheer terror. Tech started awake and flung his datapad across the room...hitting Crosshair in the head. Only Echo remained unscathed as he slipped unaided by his prosthetics from the bottom bunk to the Jedi’s pallet on the floor.

He put his one intact arm around the Jedi. “Ma’am, are you ok?”

She, sweating, flushed, and breathing heavily, “Oh...” stammered, “A dream.”

“Sounded like a NIGHTMARE!” Wrecker recovered from his fall.

The Jedi laughed nervously.

Tech finally found his goggles amongst the bedcovers, slapped them on, and ran to the refresher. “I’ll retrieve a glass of water for our guest.”

Crosshair rubbed the goose egg developing on his forehead. “Bring a bacta patch while you’re in there too!”

“Where the HELL is HUNTER???” Echo thundered.

On command Hunter slid into the bunk room. “What happened? Must have fallen asleep on watch!”

Echo turned to Hunter “Our Guest gave us quite a scare.” He looked puzzled as Hunter NEVER fell asleep on watch. “Due to a dream.”

Tech ran in and handed the Jedi a full canteen of water and a small towelette for her sweaty brow.

“Thank you, Tech.” She dabbed herself and sipped from the canteen...purposely keeping her eyes averted from the Sergeant.

“Bacta patch?” Crosshair growled at Tech.

“I ONLY have two hands, Crosshair!” Tech sassed his way back to the refresher.

“Looking a little FLUSHED too, Hunter. Sure you’re FEELING well? Crosshair sneered.

Hunter was just about to tell Crosshair to shut his pie hole when the Jedi interrupted. “I... think I’m ready to go back to sleep.”

“Alright.” Echo got back into his bunk. “You need ANYTHING, we’re right here.”

“I’m feeling better now.” She sighed. "Thank you Echo."

Wrecker leaned down and handed Lula to Y/N. “Lula will help you sleep the rest of the night.”

“Thank you, Wrecker.”

Crosshair sneered at Hunter who turned to go back to his watch station.

Tech unpeeled the bacta patch and slapped it over Crosshair’s pie hole, then turned out the lights.

Next morning the Marauder landed at the Jedi’s destination. She thanked The Batch and descended the gangplank. Sergeant Hunter was the last to say goodbye and salute her.

“I must thank you, btw.” She blushed demurely and smiled.

Hunter looked confused and glanced to see where his Batchmates were at. They had already retreated into the ship, preparing to leave the planet.

“Uh...for what?”

“For being...MY MAN... last night.”

Hunter blushed crimson red... speechless but had SO MANY questions.

“I know what you’re thinking Sergeant. Jedi CAN have...relations. They just can’t be possessive attachments. And... technically we never physically touched...”

She winked and walked away towards her destination.

And that was how Hunter was literally mind-fucked by a Jedi.

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skellymom · 1 year ago

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"HUNT AND PECK"

Hunter x Reader Supporting Character Smutty One Shot

(With comedy mixed in)

(Credit for Pinterest photo: mishusheadache)

FIRST IN THE SERIES: "TALES FROM THE EDIBLE"

(Divider credit: @cafekitsune and @4gelic-wh1spers)

BACKGROUND: Hunter converses with his anatomy. We get to be in BOTH heads at once!

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNING: Swearing, references to sexual organs, sexual sounds, reference to the sexual act, mentions of body fluids, angst, sexual pining, dirty humor, wing men, unspoken consent to the sexual act.

Inspired by a post about Hunter typing "Hunt and Peck" style by" @im-no-jedi

Link:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/743260093984997376/this-also-speaks-to-how-none-of-the-batch-have

AND

This silly movie scene from the 1980's flick "Real Genius"

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The Batch finished up their latest mission, picking up a new passenger along the way. Y/N was a Force sensitive hitching a ride to a planet they would be passing on the way to Kamino. She would only be with them a few standard days on the Marauder, and the crew made sure she had a comfortable stay.

Within two days Hunter was smitten. He usually kept himself from developing any attachments to nat borns. But...well, this one was different...and difficult to ignore. Of course, he still engaged with her politely. Being a Sergeant and host on this transport, he kept some distance.

...and she smelled SO GOOD. Hell, even when she was sweaty, dirty, just woke up in the morning...heady scent of her body odor with the slightest tang of her sex...

Hunter shifted in the pilot’s seat. His armor codpiece felt tight. Dammit, he NEEDED to stop getting distracted. He was supposed to be sitting watch on the ship.

Technically Echo was to stand this shift. However, he was under the weather and now lying down like the rest of his brothers.

Hunter inhaled deeply just thinking about it...

...until Y/N sighed in her sleep. The sound brought his attention back to the heat and tightness in his groin.

Cut it out Peck! Hunter internally warned his cock.

Yes, Hunter nicknamed his pecker. And he admitted it to NO ONE! Although, he came close one time when Echo confidentially revealed to Hunter that he named his scomp.

Oh Broody...you’re such a tight ass PRUDE!

Hunter shot up from the chair looking around the cockpit. He SWORE he heard a whisper so close...unsure if it was outside or INSIDE HIS HEAD!!!

KRIFF, I’m hearing things. Although, it was his THIRD consecutive day of chronic insomnia. Was he hallucinating?

Listening again, Hunter could perceive everyone was asleep and accounted for. He sat back down.

Broody...it’s me! Peck!!! In a strangely soft but high-pitched voice.

Then the voice started clucking.

Hunter spun around in the chair. He felt for CERTAIN there were NO CHICKENS on the Marauder. Shit...he REALLY needed to start taking that nasty tasting sleep medication Tech concocted.

Finally lost my mind...was bound to eventually happen. Lack of sleep, having to look after his bonehead brothers, save Echo, and... sitting here alone in the starlit darkness. Running his hand down his face and resigned himself to having an internal discussion with his own cock. What would it hurt? Besides everyone was asleep. Let’s just go with it and see...

Peck? Hunter called out with his mind.

Yeah Broody?

I’m NOT a prude. Just polite.

Y/N is a grown ass woman, Hunter. You CAN talk to her.

What would I say?

She needs MORE than those furtive glances and puppy dog eyes. Show her the WOLF you are, Hunter.

She’s our guest NOT a sex object!

Oh...so she’s NEVER had an impure thought about YOU?

A very feminine moan and a sigh wafted from the pallet Y/N was sleeping on the bunk room floor. She must have been having a hell of a dream...as Hunter could smell her wet arousal.

Hunter’s cock was now becoming painful with an intense pressure against his codpiece.

Clucking...C’mon ole boy. Would you deny yourself the opportunity of a grown woman’s consent?

You DON’T KNOW if she even thinks about me THAT WAY!

Oh YES I DO!

Hunter ripped the codpiece off and threw it behind him. His girthy engorged cock staining through his blacks...and leaving a wet spot.

Ohh...THANK FORCE you let me out! Suffocating in there!!! Clucking...

SHUT UP! Hunter pushed his pecker down between his legs, then crossed them tightly.

Mmhmm, hmm, mhm mmm... Muffled speech. Clucking intensified.

DANK FERRICK! She did look at him a lot and smiled. He could sense her body reacting to him MUCH differently than his brothers. The thrumming of her presence on his senses. Something he guessed was her Force sensitivity. It would tickle his nerve endings and make him shiver...in a VERY good way. Was Y/N flirting with the Force? Hunter wasn’t exactly sure.

But he didn’t want to take advantage and come off as a creep.

Hunter was so caught up in his head he barely registered a rustling...

...and swung the chair around to face...

...Y/N standing there, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, eyes hooded in desire.

Hunter sprang up out of the chair and his cock sprang up from between his legs. His expression was of dumb embarrassment due to all the blood rushing away from his brain.

Her gaze lingered on his cock. Then she stared him straight in the eyes...

...and dropped her blanket. She was buck naked.

Hunter’s jaw dropped. Y/N giggled seductively, strolled over to Hunter and pressed everything she had up against him.

He almost died of heart failure but managed to gently slide both hands up her back in a tender caress.

“Are you sure???”

“Yes, Hunter...PLEASE EAT me and FUCK me!” With that she grabbed two handfuls of his luxurious hair and devoured his mouth.

Hunter, ever the gentleman who could follow directions to the letter, obliged her.

“Permission to FINALLY stop drooling upon the sheets? Feel like I’m still on Kamino...” Tech whispered.

Quiet moaning from the cockpit area.

Echo whispered back on the comm channel “Everyone, the coast is clear. Target engaged.”

Everyone received the order via earpiece. They could now relax and drop the ruse of being asleep.

Tech sighed, “Now I can FINALLY get in the refresher. He was spending an abnormal amount of time in there lately...”

“Look who's talking, Mr Clean. Wrecker piped up. “Shiniest dick in the galaxy.”

“At least Hunter cleans the cum off the shower walls.” Tech shot Wrecker a baleful stare

“Ey, can’t help I got a big dick.” Wrecker smiled like a shithead, nodding at Tech’s crotch. “Can’t help making a BIG splash...and miss some at times.”

“ARE YOU IMPLYING MY REPRODUCTIVE ORGAN IS LESS THAN SUFFICIENT SIZE???”

Echo interrupted on comm, “Will the two of you QUIET THE FUCK DOWN! Our target will disengage...and Y/N will not acquire the asset!”

Wrecker giggled, “Oh, she’s definitely acquiring that ASS-ET!” Getting louder again.

Echo and Tech shushed him again.

Clucking continued over the coms...

Echo slid to the edge of his bunk and looked up. Crosshair lay on the top bunk, pillow pressed savagely over his face. He was shaking and clucking like a deranged farm fowl.

“If I had known you’d carry on so much, would have been the voice myself. Plus, you SERIOUSLY veered off script!” Echo sneered. Wondering if he was the only one on this ship, save their guest, to have at least one brain cell.

His musing was interrupted by much louder moans, sexual swears, and the wet slapping of flesh.

“Engage ear protection. Sound cancelling level 10. NO eavesdropping, men. We may be feral and efficient commandos, but we STILL have some semblance of morals!”

The clucking turned to coughing. “That’s what YOU think!” Crosshair finally got a hold of himself.

Echo rolled his eyes and threw the covers over his head. Thankfully N/A being Force sensitive was able to help them by dampening their ambient noise to Hunter's senses and...

...OH!

Echo’s eyes popped open realizing...she ALSO had to give CROSSHAIR access to the mental conversation in Hunter’s head to be as effective a voice as possible!

And... Crosshair laughed all through it like a fucking MANIAC!

Echo sighed. That boy ain’t right....

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*Bone-us content: This vintage tune from my young adulthood (1990's) popped into my head...and thought I'd share. Hunter diggin' that bad girl and how she smelled.

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skellymom · 1 year ago

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"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 1

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Background: Reader and Crosshair are separated from the group during the rescue of Omega and Tech from Mt Tantiss. Two broken people trying to get by in the galaxy. Then two broken people finally dealing with what happened to their group.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, sadness, crying, guilt, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, hair pulling kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, THERE IS A HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

*YES! I know Mesh'la is Mando'a speak for beautiful. However, I personally think it sounds pretty sexy when someone uses it while going to Pound Town. I like it better than baby, honey, girl, boy, lover, whatever. My personal kink. If you aren't caught up, there's a whole Tumblr discussion about if the Clones would even use this language. PLEASE just let me have this one word. Thanks.

I purposely wrote the reader in this fic to be of no specific gender. Tried to carefully craft the sexual scenes to accommodate either gender/non gendered/trans/genderfluid/non-binary. Everyone has hills, valleys, sexual organs, nipples, and erogenous zones. I wrote them into the story, but it's up to you dear reader to put your imagination to work. Hope I have done a good enough job that you can enjoy yourself with Hunter and Crosshair without breaking immersion!

Explosions and blaster fire filled the air as you, Phee Genoa, and The Batch escaped Mt Tantiss. Wrecker led the charge, firing away and punching imps. Phee behind him with a group of prisoners she freed from the facility. Hunter, his arm around Tech who was barely able to walk, blaster out firing. You and Omega supported Crosshair bringing up the rear of the group.

The Empire attempted to lock down the facility, engaging all doors on every level. Hunter got Tech past them as they started to close.

He turned with Tech in tow to shout, “Y/N, Omega, bring Crosshair! Hurry!!!”

You and Omega would never make it with the slow progress Cross was making. Grabbing Omega and with a healthy heft, you slid her across the highly polished flooring. She barely exited past the threshold just as the doors closed.

The last thing you and Crosshair saw was Omega loudly protesting while Hunter grabbed the back of her tunic to yank her out of the way. And the look of total panic on Hunter’s face.

“Leave me.” Crosshair weakly slumped against the steel hallway wall.

“SHUT UP! Too late for that!!!” You grabbed Cross’ arm and attempted to pull him up.

He refused to move. You were warned he might be difficult.

“GET UP NOW YOU FUCKING MOP!!!” Viciously kicking his upper thigh in heated frustration.

That got his attention. Crosshair’s head flicked up. Anger in his eyes.

You grabbed the front of his tunic with both hands, hefting him up, spitting with rage “I’M NOT DYING HERE! GET UP YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE!!!”

He managed to stand with his arm around your shoulders. Pulling your blaster. “How do we get out of here?”

“How should I know? Been locked up all this time.”

“KRIFF! Knew I threw the wrong person under the door!!!”

“Didn’t ask YOU to save me.”

You gritted your teeth and shot the control panel to the door the rest of The Batch disappeared through. The doors managed to only open a few feet. You literally stuffed Crosshair into the gap. His protests were muted by the sound of screams and explosions. He got stuck halfway through, then you put a foot in his ass and pushed. He popped through falling into a crouch on the floor.

“You’re INSANE!”

“YES! KEEP MOVING!!!”

Running up to Cross, you grabbed the back of his tunic and pulled him to his feet. Both of you ran across the hangar bay. The Marauder and Phee’s ship were gone. You weren’t upset, they HAD to leave in a hurry. It was total chaos.

You both made a beeline for the first empty Imperial ship available. Entering, you slid into the pilot’s seat and put up the gangplank. Then commenced firing on every non-friendly that approached. Some of the other Imperial ships got caught in the crossfire, exploding dramatically. Crosshair buckled himself into the co-pilot's chair.

As your ship left the hangar, two fighters followed in hot pursuit. You kept the craft low and entered the thick forest, shooting down trees in your path. Crosshair held onto his seat white knuckled.

“You’re going to get us killed!”

“Got any better ideas, Fly Boy? We’re sitting ducks out in the open.”

He shut up and held on.

One ship pulled away from pursuit.

The other followed. You kept firing, making a path to evade your pursuer.

He didn’t last long. One tree you felled, dragged another with it as you passed. It caught its wing, flinging the ship to the forest floor, exploding brightly behind you.

Pulling the craft up out of the forest, you ascended...

...where the other Imperial fighter sat waiting!

Close enough to see its pilot in the cockpit, waiting to open fire.

The end of the line. Crosshair inhaled sharply.

The ship exploded suddenly. And your craft flew through the fiery remains.

“Didn’t think I’d leave you?” Hunter’s voice came over the comm.

You nearly burst into tears of joy. “Oh, THANK STARS!”

“Let’s get out of here! Echo’s sending jump coordinates...” You immediately heard blaster fire over their comm. The transmission broke up.

“HUNTER???”

Static. “...ing to...GO! Can you hea...” More static. Comm went dead. Nothing.

“HUNTER! HUNTER...COME IN!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME???”

Crosshair shot you a horrified glance.

The little bit you could discern, your Sergeant’s orders were to leave the planet immediately. What if they needed help? You couldn’t leave HIM...them behind!

You brought the ship around and could see a craft trailing fire and smoke behind it. Looked to be the Havoc Marauder making its way off world. Several Imperial fighters were gaining on it. Kicking your ship into gear and taking off in their direction. You picked off two and allowed the Marauder to make the jump to hyperspace.

The last ship circled round.

Panicking, locking up, “Where did they go? I don’t have coordinates!”

Crosshair’s terse voice came from the co-pilot's seat, “Pick ANY! We don’t have time!!!”

“But...we...”

“DO IT or we die!” Dark eyes bore into your skull. “I’LL DO IT!!! You make the jump!” He furiously typed something into the craft’s dash.

“Jump...NOW!!!”

The Imperial fighter on your tail, firing.

You sat frozen. Your hand a lead weight on the jump lever.

“DAMMIT!” Crosshair slammed his hand on top of yours, shoving the lever over. The black star-studded sky elongated; bright blue light burst through the windscreen.

You sat staring through the windscreen of the ship, blue blurs whizzing past.

“Y/N?”

A hand suddenly on your shoulder.

“WHAT!” You jumped and snapped upright.

“You...went away for a while...”

Staring at Crosshair’s unreadable expression.

“We’ll find them. Take some time, though.”

Nodding, you relaxed back in the seat. “Yeah, gonna take some doing.”

Handing the soup bowl to Crosshair, he sulked...and refused to eat...again.

“You NEED to eat.”

He sneered.

“Don’t make me regret getting you out of that facility.”

Cross sighed heavily and took the bowl. He STILL wasn't eating, just staring into it. This man was driving you insane...if you didn’t kill him first.

“It’s actually pretty good for a ration packet. Provided you eat it while still warm.”

“Why are you bothering?”

ON YOUR LAST NERVE.

“Why did YOU bother pushing us into hyperspace...if you want to suffer and die so badly?”

Silence.

Suddenly you had the urge to slap the damned bowl out of his hand. “REALLY??? Let your skinny ass STARVE! Ungrateful son-of-a...kriffing...GAH! FUCK!!!”

Your sudden anger sparked something.

Crosshair slowly smirked.

“Knock it off and DRINK YOUR FUCKING SOUP!” Getting up, stalking off, mumbling angrily to yourself...hoping the tiny food galley didn’t have any knives.

Checking up later, you found the bowl empty. Cross slumped in the chair; eyes closed.

To anyone else, it would look like he was napping. You knew better.

You picked up the bowl to take it back to the galley.

“My compliments to the chef.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I meant it.”

“Whatever.”

Cross opened his eyes, aiming for an argument. “It’s a compliment. Take it or leave it.”

“I don’t trust you.”

An unexpectedly hurt expression flickered across his face. “This isn’t about the soup, is it?”

“No genius. I was warned you’re a constant shit stirrer.”

“Well, Hunter was never my biggest fan.”

“It wasn’t Hunter.”

This seemed to surprise Crosshair.

“Echo...he’s a bit of a shit stirrer himself. Takes one to know one.”

Cross raised an eyebrow.

“Oh...and Wrecker thinks you take yourself too seriously. I think his actual words were...he needs to unclench his butt cheeks.”

Raised the other eyebrow.

“But Wrecker was incorrect.”

“Oh?”

“As far as I can tell, you DON’T have an ass.”

Crosshair leaned forward, slight smirk around the edges of his mouth.

“Been looking...have you?”

“I think most people would say you’re just a torso with legs...Toothpick.”

He genuinely smiled at the new nickname.

“More soup?”

“Yes more, Soup.”

Nights were difficult and Crosshair struggled to sleep through. Awakening to hear him working through a nightmare. Sometimes he would mutter, groan, and thrash about, eventually snoring again. This happened several times a night. Other times he would awaken, panting and sweating, trying to remember he was no longer imprisoned on Mt Tantiss.

At first, he turned down your attempts to soothe him. That didn’t last long. It became a habit of you sitting next to his bunk on the metal floor, talking him through it. Eventually, you just crawled into bed and laid there next to him. It was certainly more comfortable than that damned hard floor.

Crosshair’s breathing settled into a regular rhythm. Stars, it was warm and cozy in this bunk. The idea of walking across that cold decking to your own bunk just seemed depressing. Five more minutes and you’d get up.

That didn’t happen. Two minutes in and you passed out cold.

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"Mmhmmm...”

The deep bass of Hunter’s groan making you wetter as his hard cock slid in and out of you.

“Ohh...fuu...mmm...” Words were difficult when he kissed your neck like this. Whispering sweet things in your ear while gently fucking your brains out.

Laying on your sides, facing each other. One leg thrown over his hips, both of your hands deep in his curls. Grasping them with ferocity. The pain brought him pleasure...

Hunter slid his hand down your back to firmly grip your buttocks and picked up the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Kriff...can’t wait to do this...with you...in our home...all...the...fucking...time...” The last four words he spoke with each luscious stroke of his member.

“Huuunter...” Your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Got...a nice...little planet...just...for us...”

Heat and intensity rising in you.

“You...want...that...too...?”

...sliding in...

You gasp...” Yes...”

“Yeah?” Cajoling you with that sexy fucking voice.

...sliding out...

“YES...”

...sliding in...

“Tell me, Mesh’la.” He’s shuddering.

Your back arches “YES!!!”

Hunter reaches out and caresses your face...

...and you awake with a start. Crosshair had an expression like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pulling back his hand suddenly.

“Wu-what???” He stammered.

Trying to shake off your sleepy arousal...slurring. “Did...YOU jus’ touch...Mah face?”

“WHY are YOU still in my bunk?”

The dream-feeling melting away...your brain having to process the waking world...

“...because...your nightmares... I’m the dumbass...who makes sure you sleep.”

Silence. Crosshair studying your face.

“You’re welcome.”

“Well, I’m NOT having one NOW.”

“Ships cold during the night. Ain’t going nowhere.” You rolled over, giving him your back. Maybe...you could pick that dream back up?

“Fine. You can stay if YOU stop moaning Hunter’s name when you spoon ME!”

You rolled back over shocked.

“Yes, you did.”

“What else did I say...or do?”

Crosshair grinned like he knew too much and rolled over without answering.

Weeks passed as you and Crosshair bickered your way slowly through the galaxy. The Empire tamped down tightly on most of the planets in the system. The Outer Rim while wildly dangerous, seemed mostly untouched and safest.

You both did side jobs to keep yourselves fed while trying comm channels and leaving messages with close contacts about the rest of The Batch’s whereabouts.

Everything seemed to lead to a dead end. Like they just disappeared.

In your heart of hearts, you knew Hunter would NEVER stop looking for you both...even if Cross had his doubts.

The open-air market on some back water Outer Rim moon provided a distraction. The textile stand caught your eye. Beautiful scarves...you picked up a jet black one with fine silver metallic strands running through it.

"Good choice. It compliments your hair." The elderly shop keep stepped from behind a long quilt hanging behind the counter.

"Marv! Are you flirting again?" An older woman approached clearly teasing her husband.

"Now why would I do that when I have you, my sweet Meiloorun? Besides, here's their partner now."

Cross sauntered up to the counter, amused at the comment.

"Hello honey" He teased.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his "greeting." "Toothpick, what do you think of this scarf?"

"Hmm, not really my style." Cross reached down to pull another scarf from under the pile. "Now this one..."

It was rusty red with fine intermittent broken off-white stripes dispersed through it. Crosshair draped it around his neck. "What do you think?"

The blood drained from your face.

"No..." You dropped the scarf and hurried away from the stand.

Cross caught up to you a few moments later...still wearing that damned scarf.

“Soup!”

You kept walking, angry...and hurt.

"Care to explain?"

Stopping and grabbing the fabric in your fist. "That's HIS scarf...NOT YOURS!

Cross softened. Not a trace of snark on his face. "You WERE in love with Hunter."

"We are STILL in a relationship, Crosshair! Just because Hunter and I are apart doesn't mean that ended."

Crosshair stared into your eyes with such an intensity...it was difficult to keep eye contact.

"So...I complicate those feelings." It wasn't a question. He didn't need to ask.

You noticed his eyes changed from brown to grey in this perfect light. The light of the sun starting to set on this backwater moon. Almost the same color as his brother's eyes.

You sighed deeply, letting go of the scarf. Your hand dropping to rest, open palmed on Crosshair's chest.

He stepped closer, placing his warm hand over yours.

“We’ll find them.”

“How? We’ve been looking...”

He squeezed your hand. “Marv and Mel...they’re a front for The Rebellion. Gathering intel and recruiting volunteers to fight the Empire.”

You looked up at Crosshair with renewed hope.

“They know where we can find Rex. He’ll be able to help us.”

You nodded. So many thoughts going through your head.

Cross took the scarf off and slid it over your head, to rest around your shoulders.

“C’mon Soup, there’s a place around here with those Space Cakes you like. My treat.”

He led the way hugging you closely.

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 16 "Trip Like I Do"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

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Word Count: 3.5K (sorry, tried to keep it under 1.5, but the smut goblin compelled me to keep writing!)

Background: SMUT! Hunter and Mad GET DOWN!!! And they try something new with the help of Tech's little box of goodies. Tech has some angst due to unrequited love.

Warning: Swearing, nudity, oral sex, grinding, sexual intercourse, condom use (safe sex), drug use (no coercion/VERY consensual adult decisions to use a THC infused product).

*Note: MY headcannon is in the Star Wars Universe Star Sedge is just NOT a drug, but a stress/pain reliever and used for spiritual/religious purposes. My "Tale of the Dathomir Witch" series has the elderly witch protaganist using it as a way to use astral projection to traverse the universe. So, this drug is ALSO considered "Sacred Medicine."

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers and @cafekitsune )

Recap:

“Eh, what is it, Tech?”

“I... uh...need to speak to you...privately.” Tech shifted pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose.

Hunter turned back to Mad “Go ahead and get comfortable. I’ll be in shortly.”

Mad nodded. “Goodnight, Tech.” Then wandered into her cabin, closing the door.

“Goodnight Maadienne.” Tech flustered, realizing he had called Mad by her “proper name” NOT the one she preferred.

When he had Hunter’s full attention, Tech reached down under an instrument panel, pulling out a small metal box and handed it to him.

Hunter, awaiting an explanation and getting none, opened it...

"Trip Like I Do"

“Oh...heh” Hunter chuckled deeply. He was honestly caught off guard by the contents of the box.

“As you already know” Tech slurred but maintained his composure “Mad carries viable ovum...uh, eggs in her uterus. PLEASE refrain from certain activities that will facilitate...fertilization. These may help.” And, just in case Hunter didn’t understand Tech’s advice, he pointed to the box.

Hunter closed the box, tucking it under his arm. Then patted Tech on the shoulder. “Looking out for me brother.”

Tech nodded, then felt he needed to elaborate. “In all honesty...I have a confusion... Maker, I’m inebriated.” Tech took a deep breath and tried again. “I have a CONFESSION to make.”

Hunter was patient “Yeah?”

“I had ORIGINALLY prepared and kept this...kit for such purposes...but since leaving Ord Mantell so quickly...” Tech looked slightly downcast.

Hunter sensed fleeting regret from Tech’s expression.

“Well, my probability of using it is close to zero. SOMEONE should have the PLEASURE of using it before the contents...expire.”

Hunter felt a rush of warmth and empathy for his brother. “This was for you and Phee Genoa?”

Tech hung his head “Yes. I had a STRONG affinity for her. We became close...but I failed to get her comm before leaving...”

“Tech, are you SURE?”

Tech met Hunter’s eyes “Yes, quite. PLEASE have stress-free and safe sex with your partner.”

Tech abruptly turned, walked away, and re-joined the game at the table.

Hunter could see Wrecker lean in and whisper something to Tech, who nodded. Then Wrecker gently put his big arm around his brother and lovingly squeezed. Hunter could see Tech exhale and relax. Echo bumped Tech’s shoulder genially and passed the bottle of Spotchka to him. They resumed the loudly rambunctious game with Omega, Love, and Sil.

He LOVED his brothers and sister. And he was becoming VERY attached to the rest of the Beldame’s crew...his NEW family members.

If ONLY Crosshair could be here...

Hunter shook his head, putting the heavy thought out of his mind.

Kark! This is NOT the time. I have a HORNY woman waiting for ME!!!

Hunter turned to enter Mad’s stateroom.

This was the first time Hunter had seen Mad’s bedroom...her inner personal sanctum.

The room was dimly lit by ONLY a multitude of electronic candles, casting a serene glow around the room. Hunter could smell a light incense burning. More patterned tapestries adorned the walls, covering the cold steel and giving the room a mood of exotic opulence. The furniture was overstuffed and comfortable with a king-sized bed smack dab in the middle. Done in shades of deep aburgine, scarlet, ochre, and black. A heavy black velvet tapestry draped over the head of the bed. Comfy black silk pillows and matching sheets adorned it...

...that Mad reclined upon...

Draped in ONLY a transparent black patterned lace shawl, she regarded him like a goddess from the carvings on the Jedi Temple walls.

“What ya got there, Hunky?” She stretched her arms up and sinuously over the pillows behind her. The shawl slipped slightly down, totally exposing one breast.

“Uh...from Tech... just...here...” he set the box down on the bed in front of her. She rolled over to her side and the other breast was bared as the shawl fell away.

Hunter’s brain short circuited and his cock became PAINFULLY HARD.

He stood there glued in place as he watched her open the box.

“Well now...!” Mad ran her fingers over the contents. “Condoms...”

“Eh...sensation dampener. Not a fan.”

“Not much of a fan either” Then Mad stopped like she had found valuable treasure: A small green apothecary bottle with a dropper stopper top. She read the contents then glanced up at Hunter with a hooded erotic smile.

“Mmmm...Star Sedge lubricating Oil... Been wanting to try this for AWHILE. Hard to come by...I THINK your brother included this with the condoms for a reason...just a guess...”

Hunter caught his breath “Isn’t that for getting...high?”

“Yeah...heightens sexual and emotional sensations. I’m no stranger to this stuff...just not in this form. You UP for it?”

“I... don’t know...” Hunter’s brain wasn’t working very well...but he also had reservations about certain substances. “We need to be careful...to not...uh...sabotage the...asset.

“Agreed, Hunky.” Mad put the bottle back in the box, pushing it aside so it was no longer in the way. But left it open for easy access. “Then...can I make a request?”

“Oh yeah?” He was STUCK to that karkdammed floor...unable to move...

Mad slowly crawled across the bed towards him, the shawl slowly sliding off her round buxom ass...as she reached him, stood up on her knees and slid her hands up his thighs and slowly over his straining bulge...

He groaned at the sensation.

She MUST have liked it too, because the scent of her arousal became STRONGER.

His cock twitched and his heartbeat sped up.

“Like that, do ya?” She gave him that HORNY look. That I am DOWN TO FUCK look in her eyes.

He tried to say Fuck yes but it came out “Fug yeth.” The saliva had dried up in his mouth.

“Hmmm...” She gave his cock one more wonderful squeeze before sliding both hands up his clothed stomach, chest, grazing his erect nipples, ferally grabbing his shirt tightly...pulling his face to hers...

She gazed deeply into his eyes, sensually tracing her nose against his hawkish one...

“I WANT you to tongue fuck my clit. And I WANT you to finger my pussy...until I can’t stand it anymore.”

Then she kissed him...DEEPLY.

Hunter snapped out of his temporary paralysis. Kissing Mad back ravenously. Her mouth was moist enough to lubricate his tongue as they slid against each other. He put his arms around her, picking her up off the bed just enough so he could climb on, then set her down upon the pillows...hovering over Mad.

Their lips parted as her back hit the pillows. Her breath ragged...

MAKER, she smells AMAZING...her skin, hair, pussy.

He leaned back on his knees, pulling off his vest, shirt, exposing his furred, muscular chest. Kept his pants on for obvious reasons but could FEEL how his slick cock was straining against his trousers.

He glanced down at Mad’s naked body while she glanced up at his semi-naked one.

“Damn...gonna have so much fun devouring you.” He growled.

Hunter leaned down and kissed Mad’s mouth again as she ran her fingers through his wild curls. Then he traced his nose across her face and continued kissing the hollow of her neck. His fingers trailing down her body, cupping Mad’s breasts as he kissed, rubbing his thumbs gently but firmly across her nipples.

Mad gasped as Hunter dragged his tongue down her chest, between her breasts...then growled and began to suckle one as he fondled the other.

His cock was becoming VERY painful contained in his pants. Hunter liked to wear them tight, and there was NO extra room for his swollen member. It was becoming TOO much with his senses.

He broke contact with Mad’s body and stood up on his knees again. “Sorry, gorgeous...GOTTA get these off.” Hunter pointed at his pants.

Mad glanced down and giggled. Hunter followed her eyes. The front of his pants were sopping wet with a large circular stain.

“See what ya do to me.” He breathlessly growled. “MAKER I wanna FUCK you.”

Mad smirked and calmly reached behind a pillow and pulled out a clean towel. Then tossed it to Hunter. She glanced over to the kit again, then back at Hunter.

Hunter unbuttoned his pants and peeled them off him. The minute his engorged cock sprung out he sighed with relief.

Off went the pants, socks, and shoes.

Hunter eyed the box. Why should HE be worried? Tech put the items together in this box for a good reason. He could certainly trust his brother...to trust Mad...and have some FUN!

He pulled out the green bottle. Mad sighed in anticipation.

Hunter opened the top and drew up the stopper, hovering it over Mad’s sex...

...he dripped the whole stopper of oil bit by bit on the flesh JUST above her clit and let it run down onto her sex. The Star Sedge immediately heated up Mad’s skin, tingling...teasing...bringing a beautiful itch...

Giving Hunter something to scratch...

“Now.” Hunter caressed Mad’s face, then placed the towel under his member as he laid stomach down on the bed. “Let me finish what I started.”

Then dived into her muff lapping it up like a starved man.

Mad grabbed the bedding and moaned loudly. Good thing the music was turned up in the Beldame and the rest of the crew were still rambunctiously lost in their card game.

Mad pushed her pelvis up into Hunter’s face and he grabbed her hips, holding on tightly. He sucked her clit then fluttered his tongue against it, sucked, fluttered, back and forth. Her breathing became ragged. The Star Sedge oil warmed his lips and tongue as Hunter serviced her. It was a transparent purple liquid with a pleasing exotic green taste. Upon contact the oil crossed the transdermal skin barrier of Mad’s sex and Hunter’s mouth.

Hunter smoothed the extra oil from her sex onto his finger. Then gently caressed with his finger around the entrance of Mad’s cunt while tonguing her clit.

Mad moaned again with more urgency. Eyes closed; head thrown back against the pillows.

Hunter pressed his cock into the towel, grinding into it. Growling like a wild animal.

He slowly inserted one finger, lazily caressing her from the inside out. The oil on his finger tingling...Mad shivered.

After a minute of this, Mad opened her eyes, glancing down...

...and Hunter sensed her need, anticipating her request...

He gently inserted a second finger with the first.

Mad shuddered again and an exhaled moan escaped her lips. She kept her gaze on him, and could see by his eyes he was grinning...

That naughty grin he gets when... Mad mused...never finishing that thought...

Hunter carefully curled his fingers and caressed her G-spot. Making it tingle too.

Mad’s legs tensed up, pushing into Hunter’s face and hand.

By this time, the towel under Hunter was sopping wet. He continued to grind into it. His cock leaking at the sight of HIS woman thoroughly enjoying what HER man was doing.

KARKDAMMIT SHE’S HOT. COULD DO THIS ALL DAY. Hunter could feel her clit harden even more under his tongue.

She was close.

Mad kept his gaze. They stared into each other’s eyes as Hunter flicked, sucked her clit while tickling her inner flower.

She could see the NEED in Hunter’s eyes. The intense stare of a man centered on her body and orgasm. A man driven to a fevered horniness, on the edge of a crazed passion. His only objective in that moment was to get his partner OFF.

And he was giving it his all...All...ALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

Mads hips stopped grinding into Hunter’s face. They snapped to and held position. Her sensations building to a fever pitch...

Hunter never stopped the momentum. He could hear Mad’s heart hammering in her chest. And surprisingly his senses picked up all the electromagnetic energy in Mad’s body, pull back from his position against Mad’s sex, rearing up like rogue falling stars...

...as her orgasm slowly spread its wings, leaned out into open space...

...and took flight.

The electromagnetic energy reversed course, rushing towards him...

Mad inhaled deeply, exhaled, inhaled deeper, exhaled...inhaled as far as her lungs would allow...

The energy slammed into the sensitive nerves woven into her female anatomy, bursting into technicolor and tickling everything in her core.

Mad arched her back as she moaned loudly...almost screaming.

A wave of energy shot out and towards the top of her body...dissipating softly into a beautiful haze...

Mad exhaled, moaning out a trail of stardust and energy.

Her eyes opened, irises the color of silver stardust...no longer green...

Hunter exhaled; eyes widened...but not with fear...slight shock maybe...

“What you see Hhhhhunky?” Mad’s voice shimmered as soft tendrels of energy...like smoke rolled off him and disappearing into the ether.

Hunter giggled in that deep smoky voice. It bubbled in her ears, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up deliciously. Leaning up from Mad’s minge. His eyes the color of golden sunset over deep waters.

Mad giggled back breathlessly “You’re baked...” then sputtered out a barely held back belly laugh...

“Yeeeah...” Hunter whispered...then immediately had the realization he forgot something...

His dick.

Hunter’s head snapped down to look at his beautiful, straining, sopping cock. The sensation of his need returning. His eyes roved back up to Mad’s with a feral expression...

Mad watched the candlelight flicker and form shadows over Hunter. Blotting out everything but his eyes and silhouette...a wraith, wild creature, shadow lover. His eyes cutting through the haze of sexual intensity of their desires...the shadows around them hues of deep burning scarlet.

They were on fire...

...with sexual desire.

Mad sprung up and grabbed Hunter’s shoulders, yanking him on top of her...

And BOTH of them fell back through a black hole in free fall...

Time slowed and spread out in slow motion...

...as they fell, watching each other change form, shape, color, texture...a study in surrealism...

Finally at the beginning of eternity and the end of a standard second they landed in each other’s arms, their warmth flowing into one another.

“Mesh’la???” Hunter never forgetting his manners...and her consent...

“Oh yessssss....” Mad’s eyes hooded desire. “Fuck my pussy.”

He yanked a condom out of the box, ripped it open and rolled it over his swollen member.

It adhered to him like a second skin...

...which was odd. He had NEVER had a condom do THAT before...

Did Tech DESIGN this condom??? It was...efficient...practical...comfortable...

And it IMMEDIATELY felt...tingly...

...he HAD Star Sedge oil all over his hands. Now it was inside and on the outside of the condom.

Gonna be INTERESTING... Hunter mused...the thought got lost and drifted away...

Hunter grabbed hold of his cock...making sure the condom was still intact and on, then guided himself into Mad’s heat...

He entered her...

...and it was like...

Hunter exhaled shivering.

...like...

...diving into the waters of Kamino if they were warmed by a subterranean hot stream...

Mad’s sex hugging his member while her arms hugged her body to his body while the air around them hugged and the ship nestled them within while being nestled in the fabric of space...time...infinity...

Their minds fizzling out for several seconds, leaning against each other...feeling each other...

Just being.

In this moment.

Eventually...

Hands touching, fingertips tracing lightly over skin...like a gentle breeze in the heat of a summer nighttime.

Lips finding each other, pressing, opening like roses...slick velvety tongues sliding deliciously against each other.

Hunter’s hands combed through Mad’s long silver mohawk, it’s silkiness, sliding through his fingers, with a barely perceptible sound only he could hear...

Like silken strings singing to him...or the whispers of the prairie grass on Lothal...

His enhanced senses so carried away in the moment...set free...

Mad kissed him deeper. She felt his girth, weightiness upon her body, the warmth of his swarthy skin against hers...

Making her shiver again.

She moved under him. Undulating her strong hips.... coaxing him to dance with her...

He accepted.

They started softly, then built up their rhythm...

...unbeknownst to them SOMEONE in the next room had turned up the volume on the music.

To cover their sounds.

And, now the bass shook the walls as Hunter and Mad shook the bed...or so it seemed to Mad...

Hunter sat up, reached down and pulled Mad onto his lap. Then held her hips firmly against him, making his penetration deeper. Pushing her against the headboard.

Her head lolled back, crying out in ecstasy...

Hunter buried his face in Mad’s breasts, licking, sucking Mad’s nipples while slowly sliding out of her...not quite exiting her...lingering around her entrance...

Sliding back in, then out, in, out...

Mad, partially supporting herself on her knees grabs Hunter’s hips and held them in place.

He’s mildly startled by the sudden motion, but pleasantly waits to see what she’ll do.

Mad carefully strokes the head of Hunter’s penis with her pussy lips, then sliding across her clit, then back down...

Promising to let him enter...

But NOT YET.

He groans louder with each pass, his muscles shaking, from the hot tendrils of euphoria running through his sex as Mad tickled it with...

...the entrance of her womanhood.

Then Mad leaned into Hunter. Grinding his penis against her clit. Their bodies grinding together, her breasts pressed against his chest.

The hunting predator in him trails his tongue up between her breasts, across her neck...over a pulsing artery, behind her ear, playfully nipping it.

Growling.

Grinding, grinding, grinding.

Mad moaned as she felt the glimmer...a tickle...

Hunter sensed that energy again...rising up like a Pheonix from the ashes...

As his cock slides back into her...as she slides her tongue across his...joined together...no beginning...no end...on and on andonandonandon...

She GRINDS.

His cock immersed inside her pussy...at an angle she can grind her clit too. Sweetly...wetly...her rhythm snapping to the Nomaadi Hip dancer song Tech must have put on...the one with heavy bass...

Something sultry and slow that builds in tempo to a powerful climax

A woman’s dance, indeed, poetry of the ferocity of air, centering power or earth, the mutable essence of water, the burning heat of fire...

The Pheonix rising, wings flaring out, lighting up the night...

...or...

A woman’s dance to fuck men silly...as the men attempt to fuck them sillier...

“Yessssss...” Mad groans deeply with an intensely far away expression. He can feel the tissue inside her swell and blossom around his intensely hard member.

OH, FUCK Hunter’s at the edge...trying to hold on...

SHE MOANSSS.

OH...FUCK...

Her nails dig into him. The welts burn with intensity.

OHHH...FUUUUUUUUUUCK...

Her pussy clenches HOTLY

OH...

Mad’s eyes roll back as her orgasm overtakes her body like a brush fire.

Hunter is running TOWARDS it...across the Prairies of Lothal...to be totally consumed...

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK!!!

Hunter bellows loudly as mad stutters her moans...

SOMEONE is beating the wall from the other side. Hunter BARELY registers its metal on metal...Echos signal they are getting TOO loud!

Their heat is white hot. Blinding and beautiful. Fireworks exploding then leaving ghostly afterimages behind their eyes.

Why did he worry? To be afraid and avoidant about such an amazing thing...

Hunter and Mad shudder against one another with the aftershocks of orgasm.

...Hunter SWORE he could feel the rotations of planets hundreds of parsecs away...

And yet could still FEEL EVERYTHING inside of Mad...

To be EVERYWHERE and RIGHT HERE all at once. His mind was blown.

Mad opened her eyes...smiling...her face and chest flushed...her body INTENSELY warm, her sex dripping wet...

Hunter pulled out gently, concerned the condom had broken.

Mad sighed as his cock dragged out of her, she shivered, then breathlessly asked “We ok?”

He looked down. Still intact and holding onto his member and ejaculate securely.

Hunter couldn’t find the words in his muddled brain...he just nodded.

“Fuck yeah...” Mad grinned. “THANK YOU, Tech! Best Wingman EVER!!!”

Hunter collapsed next to Mad. His head spinning and body tingly ALL OVER. His senses were overwhelmed...but it was AMAZING! For the one of the first times in his life, Hunter was enjoying a sensory euphoria he had never experienced before.

Mad rolled over, trailing her hand over Hunter’s chest hair. They felt like tiny sparks of pleasure leaving her hand and traveling along his skin. He almost SWORE he could see them too.

“Can I just say...” Mad trailed off...words were ALSO becoming difficult for her.

Hunter watched her hair as it seemed to flow...like water. Mad’s eyes faded from silver to a post coital shade of deep fuchsia...

He giggled.

She giggled.

“Fucking you while high is AMAZING...” She giggled again. “Fucking you NOT high is AMAZING. Being with you is AMAZING...I...I...” Mad struggled to finish her sentence...

Instead, she laughed, then tears ran down her cheeks.

Hunter found his voice, even though it was slow and sloggy. “Wassamatter my Mad.” He pulled Mad down, embracing her.

“I...NEVER want this to end.” She sputtered.

“Heh...not going anywhere...what ya talkin’ about.” He smirked. “Hunt this pussy down...to...the...corners...” His head felt full and empty at the same time. “Kark...words...hard.”

Mad laughed at him, wiping her eyes. “The drug. Feel so much...then...too much...sometimes.”

“That’s...my normal setting.” Hunter giggled.

Mad nodded quietly.

Hunter put his hand on top of Mad’s hand where it lay on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat against her palm. He looked into her eyes...now morphing back into a light shade of green...

“The ONLY way WE will end...is when this stops...ok?”

“You believe in...the LONG road? For us???” Mad timidly asked.

“I’ll ride that LONG road with you... On you...” He snorted, trying to stay serious. Failing miserably. “You’ll ride my long road...something...something... MAKER!”

Mad started to giggle. “What the FUCK..?” New tears rolled down her cheeks...from laughter.

“Listen...tellin’ you somethin’...PROFOUND.” Hunter was serious...then broke out in laughter himself.

“Very romantic, Hunky.” Mad teased.

“Heh...know...what I mean???” Hunter quieted, lovingly caressing Mad’s cheek.

“I do.” Mad kissed Hunter on the lips. “I really do.”

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NUDIE 99 - DARK & BROODY

Skellymom's half-assed attempt to make a fast, easy, and silly naked Hunter pic.

POSSIBLE GRAPHIC MATERIAL FOR SOME EYES. A THIRST TRAP FOR OTHERS. IT MIGHT RAISE YOUR HAIR. CLICK IF YOU DARE!!!

More under the cut....ooh la la...lol

(Credit for dividers from the talented: @cafekitsune and @4ngelic-wh1ispers)

I don't have the fancy tech, and used what I had. Merged actor Sonny Landham's (Billy Sole/Predator) body (one of the real humans Hunter was modeled after) with Hunter. Sorry...not sorry.

The edible told me to do it!

Btw, he's shocked you barged into the refresher without knocking!

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skellymom · 1 year ago

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