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Watching as many Star Wars shows as I can in very little time just makes me realize how much Father-With-Unplanned-Adopted-Kid is a trope there

Also how much I love it

Yes, Kanan is very normal about his embarassing Padawan while next to his Idol Anakin Skywalker

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We're In This For The Long Run

Pairing: Hunter x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Mature Readers Only)

Warnings: Possible PTSD , Mentions of Torture, Nightmares, Angst, Smut

Summary: The fighting is done. After your squad returns to Pabu from your risky rescue mission on Tantiss, you begin to settle into your new life. However, you are still haunted by the events that almost took your family away from you. Thankfully, your beloved sergeant is always there to lend a helping hand in any way that you need him.

Tags: Post Season 3 Finale, Female Reader, Established Relationship, Mentions of Tantiss, PTSD, Nightmares, Smut, PIV, Porn with Feelings, Love, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, I just want Hunter to hold me okay.

   You gasped as you shot up from the mattress, eyes wildly darting around the dark room. The only sound that you heard at first was you hyperventilating as you fought to catch your breath. You tried to swallow, but your mouth was so dry that you felt nothing go down your throat. Shaky hands clenched and unclenched the sheets, clinging desperately to something, anything to try to tether you back to your current reality.

   You could make out the walls of what you knew to be your bedroom, the bed and sparse furnishings bathed in shades of dark blue and gray. There was a window to your right where a few faint streaks of light from the surrounding homes dared to cut through the darkness. However the brightest light of all was that of the moon. You could almost make out the way that it glared off of the ocean below.

   If you concentrated you could hear the gentle lapping of the waves as they met the shoreline and surrounding docks. Your mind tried to focus on it, though in that moment it wasn't louder than the buzzing of your thoughts that had jolted you from your slumber.

   Your hands slid up the sheets to grasp onto your knees. It was all still so real; the heat of the flames from the explosions. The crisp sound of blasterfire cutting through the air. The hollow thunk of your boots hitting durasteel. The comm chatter of the stormtroopers as they flitted around you. If you closed your eyes you could still see it clear as day; your last stand as a squad. The assault on Tantiss that had given you your family back. No matter how many weeks had passed, or how often you had assured one another that your fight was finally over; it never felt like it truly was. 

   It was all too easy in the quiet of night for your subconscious to replay those harrowing moments. Your dreams were haunted by flashes of images of Hemlock and his men. The way that the doctor's cold voice had assured you that you would either join him or die resisting before signaling for more shocks to be administered to your heads. Sometimes while you tried desperately to sleep you would still recall the burning pain, and the way that the metal cuffs cut into the skin of your wrists as you writhed and screamed.

   A shifting of the sheets beside you snapped you away from your spiraling. You couldn't help the way that you startled as you felt an arm sliding around you. A large hand settled on your bicep, urging you to lean back. There was a quiet murmur of your name as you felt yourself still shivering against his hold.

    "It's just me cyare, I'm here."    

   Hunter's voice was thick with sleep, no doubt having startled awake right along with you. A twinge of guilt made your heart clench tighter in your chest.

   "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." You choked the words out, your voice sounding so small, and more scared than you intended. 

    Hunter shushed you quietly as he drew you closer. Your back pressed against his chest as his strong arms wound around your waist. He tucked his face into your hair near your right ear, taking a slow inhale of the scent of your shampoo still lingering there.

    "Can you match your breathing to mine?" The question was spoken softly, words puffing against the outer shell of your ear.  You closed your eyes and filled your lungs before slowly letting the air out, trying your best to slow down the rhythm to match Hunter's. The rise and fall of his chest against your back served as a metronome. Before you knew it, it was all that you were focused on. In and out. In and out.

    "Good," he praised quietly. "Can you hear my heart beating?"

    Once your breaths had slowed down you found that you could hear it; the gentle thumping of his heart. It was steady and measured, a predictable pattern to follow. 

    "Yes," you sighed, allowing yourself to lean further against him. One of Hunter's hands left your waist so that he could run his fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the now bare skin at the side of your neck.

    "Very good," he replied. "What about the waves outside? Can you hear them?"

    Your attention once again was drawn to the sea surrounding Pabu. The water was moving slowly, pushing and pulling as the moon directed the tides. You could hear its gentle rocking as it moved the fishing skiffs tethered near the beach. 

    "Yeah, I can hear it moving the boats." He hummed in acknowledgment.

     "Atta girl." 

     You couldn't resist the shudder that went down your spine. Even when coming down from a nightmare, you weren't immune to the effect of Hunter's smokey voice whispering praise into your ear. You felt his lips twitch into a small smile as he pressed his cheek against your shoulder. 

     "Did you want to talk about it?" You heaved another sigh as your eyes fluttered open, staring through the window to take in the glittering stars in the sky.

     "I've...still been having dreams about Tantiss" you murmured, the name of the planet tasting sour on your tongue.

     "I know it's over...that we're all safe now...but somewhere inside of me it still feels like it's not over."

     Both of Hunter's hands moved back down to your waist as he urged you to turn so that you were facing him once again. The light of the moon outlined the side of his face and the way that his long hair was ruffled from where he'd slept on it. His eyes glistened like the stars overhead as his gaze locked onto yours, the expression that he wore was warm and unwavering.

     "We've been through a lot, cyare. Our life since the end of the war has all led to this, to Tantiss. You can't fight as long as we all have and have it end without side effects. It just means that you're human, that it means something to you."

     Hunter's fingers gently tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear before sweeping downward to take hold of your chin.

     "We'll all need time to adjust, but we're free to go at our own pace. And I'll be here for you every step of the way. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you. We're in this, together, for the long run." 

    You let out a breath as tears began to gather at your lash line. You gave him a watery smile, hands moving to his chest.

    "You always know the right things to say."     

"Between you and Omega, I've had my fair share of practice," he explained as the hand that wasn't holding your chin drew absentminded patterns along your back.

     "And I'll have even more now that we are all together. Just imagine how good these pep talks will be in a few years." You snorted at that, sliding your hands up over his shoulders to wind around his neck.

     "It's definitely not fair, you already know me so well. If you decide to start using your powers for more nefarious purposes, I'm in trouble."

     Hunter huffed a laugh. He tilted your face upward as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke his next words.

     "I think you'll like any... nefarious purposes that I could have in mind for you, cyare."

     You grinned as you twirled the ends of his hair around your fingers. 

     "Care to prove it?"

     Without a moment's hesitation his lips melded against yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue slid easily into your mouth as the stubble along his jawline brushed against your skin. A small moan bubbled its way up your throat as you held onto his shoulders, grounding yourself both in the present moment and in him.

     The sheets fell away as you clambered into his lap, your thighs straddling hips. The new position placed you above him, so you gently tugged the ends of his hair to tilt his face up toward yours.

     Hunter groaned as his eyes fluttered open. The moon cast enough light into the room to make out his face. His lips were parted and his chest rose and fell quicker as he tried to catch his breath. He swallowed thickly as he stared up at you with an almost reverent look in his eyes.

    "Kriff cyare," he cursed softly. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

    "What is it?"

     One of his hands rose to tuck your hair back behind your ear. The movement was slow and deliberate, almost as if he was afraid that if he moved too abrubtly that you would disappear. 

     "You're so beautiful."

     A soft smile curled at your lips as you placed your hand over his where it rested on the side of your face. 

    "Please," you whispered. 

    The cool night air hitting your skin drew you in closer. You wanted to be wrapped in him, completely consumed by the feel of his body against yours. Ever so slowly, you slid his hand downward, guiding it over your neck and collarbones to rest on your breast. 

     "I need you to touch me, please."  

     Hunter's eyes darted between your face and where his palm was now resting against the swell of your breast. He absentmindedly licked his lips as you felt the calloused pads of his fingers sliding across your chest. They brushed against your nipple, pinching and rolling the peak between his thumb and index finger. You caught his stare as you gasped. There was something affectionate but heated behind his eyes as they locked onto yours, clearly watching your reaction with undivided attention. He let out a sigh as he seemed to get the response that he wanted.

      "Anything for you."

      Quickly, before you could fully process what was happening, he flipped you over. With the practiced ease of both a soldier and a lover who had done similar motions many times over, he pressed you into the mattress before slotting himself between your legs. Immediately you felt him, half hard against your inner thigh. His lips pressed against your forehead, pausing for a moment as he stared down at you, your faces semi hidden in shadows and darkness.

     "Are you sure cyare? If it's too much, at any point, you know you can tell me."

     Your heart swelled with affection once again for your strong, passionate protector.      

"Im sure," you confirmed. "Unless you're too tired... we could always wait until morning."

       A dark chuckle from above halted that train of thought as quickly as it had begun. 

       "Sweetheart," he addressed you, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned down. He took hold of your wrists in one of his hands before moving to pin them in the pillows above your head. 

      "You could wake me from the dead for this."

       His lips descended upon your jawline, and then your neck, pressing opened mouth kisses to the soft skin before running his tongue across your pulse point. You gasped and whined, a pathetic sound that bubbled up from your throat almost against your will.

       "I would have you like this, underneath me, squirming for my attention until dawn if you let me."

        A shudder shook your frame as you arched your back. Hunter had begun to lave your chest in attention, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. His other hand was braced on your outer thigh, trying in vain to keep you steady. Your hips had already begun to flex upward toward his in a desperate search for friction.

      When his tip caught against your clit you both groaned. Hunter's lips moved back up to capture yours in a searing kiss, licking into your mouth and making your eyes roll back in your head. He ground hips against yours again, if only to hear the sounds that you made when his hardness slid easily through your folds. His hand had a bruising grip on the back of your thigh, no doubt leaving marks that would still be there come morning.

      "Hunter," you gasped, managing to break away from the kiss.

      "Need you.."

      He peppered kisses along your jawline like he was a man possessed, like he couldn't take his lips away from your skin even if he tried.

     "You have me, sweetheart." He whispered, hot breath puffing against your neck.

     "Tell me what you need."

     You whined and arched against him, still unable to move effectively with the way he was pinning your hands and hips to the bed. 

      "Need you...inside me, please." 

      He lifted his head just enough to look into your eyes. The moonlight from the window highlighted the tattooed side of his face. His hair fell forward, free from his bandana, which sat unused on his side table. Even in the dark, you could make out the warmth in his eyes, the desire and the longing. It made you wonder how this beautiful man could possibly be yours.

      Hunter pressed one more chaste kiss to your lips before lining up with your entrance. You squirmed against where his hand still held onto your wrists, trying to convince him to release his hold so you could reach out and touch him. However he only shushed you before pressing another kiss to your forehead. It was an uncharacteristically sweet gesture given the heat of the moment.

      "Just relax, cyare." He purred, rubbing affectionate circles into your hip.

      "Let me take care of you the way you deserve tonight, and then tomorrow you can have me anyway you please." 

      Any retort that you had died on your tongue. You could only nod, staring wide-eyed up at him. He smirked a devilishly handsome smirk before snapping his hips forward, filling you in one smooth motion.

      Your breath caught as you stretched to accommodate him. It didn't matter how many times that you'd been with Hunter, the moment that he was inside of you still took your breath away.

      Hunter let out a long groan, his head dropping forward as he took a moment to just feel you.

      "Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good."

      You could only whine in response, trying desperately to flex your hips to meet him. He received your message loud and clear as he moved back out of you and then drove forward, punching another gasp from your lips. 

      He began to set a steady pace, bottoming out as he pressed himself deep inside of you. With the way he was holding you, you had no choice but to just take it. The feeling of being so in control but also completely out of control was intoxicating. Hunter was firmly in the driver's seat of your pleasure, giving you both exactly what you needed. 

      His hips dropped as he angled himself upward, seeking out the soft spot inside you that he knew was there.

      "Hunter!" You cried his name to the ceiling of your bedroom.

      "Ah, there it is." 

     His tone was all too calm and smug for how good he was fucking you. The confidence dripping from his voice like honey made your brain short circuit and only further stoked the fire building in your gut.

      You were panting now, chest heaving with the effort as you hurtled closer and closer to your end. The pleasure was licking up your spine as a pleasant warmth spread throughout your entire body. You were getting so close, but you needed just a bit more to push you over the edge.

     "Hunter...I..."

      You barely had the words out before Hunter's hand that had been holding onto your hip moved between your bodies to your center. His thumb began rubbing quick steady circles to your clit in the rhythm that he knew you liked. You moaned, maybe too loudly, at the contact and Hunter softly shushed you once more.

      "I've got you sweetheart," he reassured you, so tender and sweet. "Go ahead and let go for me, I'm right behind you."

     You didn't need anything more as your orgasm ripped through you. Your eyes squeezed shut as time seemed to stand still. All that you knew was you and Hunter, and the pleasure blooming through your body. Hunter continued to fuck you through it, praising your name into your neck. It wasn't long before his hips stuttered and you felt him spill within you, biting down onto your shoulder as he slowly rolled his hips.

      There wasn't any immediate need to move as you both lay there, breathing each other in as the unique closeness of post-orgasmic bliss began to settle in.

      Eventually, Hunter slipped out of you and released your wrists before padding off to your adjoining bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth, using it to delicately clean the mess between your legs before discarding it into your laundry to deal with later.

      He climbed back into bed, pulling the sheets back over your bodies. His hands went to your hips, gently guiding you so that your back was against his chest. His strong arms wound around you as he cuddled you close. 

      "You okay?" Hunter asked, finally breaking the silence. 

       You sighed happily, turning to kiss his inner arm. 

      "I don't think I could be better if I tried."

       He huffed softly as his fingers drifted to the skin of your wrists.

      "I didn't hurt you did I?" 

      "No," you assured. "And even if you did, I liked it."

      Hunter hummed quietly as he kissed the top of your head.

       "Still, I think we have some bacta patches lying around somewhere if it leaves a mark."

        You shrugged your shoulders as much as you could wrapped in his embrace.

       "It's okay, I think I'd like to hang onto any reminders of tonight as long as possible."

       Hunter snorted at that.

       "Insatiable," he mumbled, burying his nose into your neck.  

       You laughed quietly into the darkness. 

       "Maybe, but you're the one who said I could have you anyway that I pleased tomorrow." 

       "And I meant it too, so you better get some rest." 

        A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you closed your eyes and settled into the pillows. The sound of the waves outside and his steady breathing were quickly lulling you to sleep. Just before you drifted off, you brought the back of one of Hunter's hands to your mouth, ghosting a featherlight kiss over his knuckles.

       "I love you." 

       Hunter let out a contented sigh from behind you as he squeezed your hand in return.

       "Love you too, cyare."

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I have literally zero reasons to draw him wearing his armor.

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May the force blow your tits clean off

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Someone please stop the criminal who keeps cutting their clothes.

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Poor bb 😂

The Bald batch

Trying to do a face study of Hunter, and then I realized he's the only one rocking a lion's mane while everyone becomes/is bald/balding.

He's got to have at least been shaved once by his brothers- Part 2

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Rotating crosshair badbatch in my mind like he's inside a microwave

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follow-up scene to TCW S7 Hunter & Rex & Anakin after Hunter's like "uhhhhh i'll leave you two to deal with that" + Hunter running off to tell his squad that Rex and Anakin are fucking + the deleted scene where Anakin finds the racy art of Padme on the Havoc Marauder

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Rex: General Skywalker wants you to remove that... art... immediately. Hunter: why? Rex: it makes him uncomfortable. she- she's a... close friend... of his. Wrecker: "close friend" huh? awww he has a crush on her!! who doesn't?! Tech: it is not like we painted you on the side of our ship, Captain Rex. Rex: .................. Tech: then i would understand the general's discomfort. seeing as you are in sexual relations with him. possibly romantic ones as well. Rex: Rex: I'M Rex: W H A T

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Bad Batch fanart! Omega's showing Hunter her altered trooper toy. He's very proud of his space daughter :D 💕

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You think you know a guy.

May need to click on the image for better resolution. I can't make myself compromise on 300 dpi.

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Oh em geee

I just read Heated.

Holy shit. That was so good what? I don’t even normally go for abo BUT THAT? That is a definitely a reread

My only complaint is that you made wolffe and howzer SCRUMPTIOUS characters (all the characters were written so good omd) and now i feel bad we didn’t get a them because I want them too 💔

💗💗

🥹🥹🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 ahh thank you bb 😭

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mr bad batch

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Random Tech sketches

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HUNTAH !!

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Greedy little thing

Crosshair x f!reader (background polybatch)

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3.5k

Summary:

You are a civilian doc on Kamino. You can’t sleep because you are too horny so what do you do? You slip into one of your lovers bed naked.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he muttered, voice low and scratchy with sleep.

You turned your head slightly, voice a breathy whisper. “Doing what?”

Crosshair made a sound that was almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it, just quiet, simmering hunger.

“Wiggling that needy little ass on me like you don’t know exactly what it does.”

You wriggled again for good measure, your bare thighs brushing his. “I couldn’t sleep…”

“And that’s my problem now?”

“Mhm.”

Notes:

This implies an esthablished ethical non monogamous relationship between the reader and all members of the Bad Batch, but the main focus here is on Crosshairxreader. Reader is afab and fitted with a protective implant. Tags include vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, oral, F/M/M, aftercare, sloppy seconds, Crosshair is a pleasure dom, you can’t change my mind.

It was late, well past lights out, and the room was dim and quiet, save for the never ending rhythmic sound of the rain falling on the big window overlooking the ocean and the soft, even breaths of four sleeping clones.

Or at least, three.

You snuggled closer against Crosshair in the dark of his bunk, burrowed into the narrow space between his long body and the edge. You knew he woke up a while ago but pretended to still be asleep. The blanket was pooled somewhere near your hips, kicked away during a restless stretch of half-sleep. Your skin was too warm, too sensitive. Every inch of you buzzed.

And you needed him.

He was pressed against your back, the heat of him impossible to ignore. You shifted slowly, innocently at first, just a little adjustment, but then again, and again, until your ass was flush to the growing bulge in his blacks.

A low exhale fanned over the back of your neck. You grinned, biting your lip.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he muttered, voice low and scratchy with sleep.

You turned your head slightly, voice a breathy whisper. “Doing what?”

Crosshair made a sound that was almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it, just quiet, simmering hunger.

“Wiggling that needy little ass on me like you don’t know exactly what it does.”

You wriggled again for good measure, your bare thighs brushing his. “I couldn’t sleep…”

“And that’s my problem now?”

“Mhm.”

A long sigh. You felt the twitch of his cock against you and knew you’d won. He never told you no, not when you needed him like this. And especially not when you were already soaked and grinding back against him.

He rolled his hips forward, letting you feel just how ready he was. “You really don’t know how to behave, do you?”

You tipped your head back, lips brushing his jaw. “Only for you.”

That seemed to do it. Crosshair growled something low and wordless, his hand skimming down your front over your sensitive nipples until it dipped between your legs. You parted them eagerly, letting him slide two fingers through your folds.

He froze.

“Well, well…” His voice darkened. “You’re completely naked and you’re leaking cum.”

Your breath caught.

“No need to deny it cyare, I can feel it,” he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly through your slick heat. “Who fucked you and left you needy like this ?”

You swallowed, guilt flickering across your face for a moment. “H…Hunter…”

“I figured,” Crosshair said, his fingers slipping teasingly just inside. “And now you want me to fix it.”

“I…he…he made me come. A few times,” you rushed out, heat blooming in your cheeks. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My pussy kept throbbing, I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake him. They said mission call was early tomorrow and…”

“And what?” Crosshair’s voice was like velvet over a blade. “You thought I’d be your second round? A way to fuck the ache out after your precious Hunter couldn’t finish the job?”

“No! That’s not…he always makes me finish…he just…he...was so gentle.”

“And you don’t always want soft and sweet, do you?” His fingers pushed deeper. You whimpered. “Sometimes you want to be ruined.”

You nodded against him. His free hand came up to cup your chest, holding you tight, possessive.

“Don’t worry cyare, I’ll take care of you,” he said against your ear, his voice laced with wicked promise. “When I’m finished, you won’t need another cock.”

You moaned softly, your hips grinding back against him.

“But you’ll be nice n’ quiet for me, won’t you, pretty thing?” His arm shifted, and before you could answer, he slid two long fingers into your mouth. “You don’t want to wake the whole squad.”

You nodded and sucked his fingers obediently, whining softly around them as the hand between your legs moved faster.

He fucked you with those long precise fingers, curling them expertly, finding that sweet spot again and again likethetriggerof his weapon until your thighs trembled with tension. You clawed at the sheets, grinding helplessly as you muffled every sound.

“That’s it,” Crosshair whispered, lips brushing your shoulder. “Come on my fingers like the desperate little slut that you are.”

You shattered with a choked gasp, biting down on his fingers to hold back the cry. Your body arched, back pressed to his chest as you spasmed around him, dripping wet and utterly undone.

But it wasn’t enough.

You turned your face, breathless and pleading. “Please, I want you.”

Crosshair chuckled darkly. “Greedy tonight, aren’t we?”

You arched back against him, reaching down to grab at the waistband of his blacks. “Please Cross, fuck me.”

“How could I ever deny you when you’re asking so nicely.”

He didn’t need more convincing.

He quickly slipped his cock out of his blacks and lined himself up behind you, sliding into your still-twitching core with one long, slow thrust. It felt incredibly good. While Hunter was thicker, Crosshair was longer and his tip immediately brushed up against your cervix. A soft moan slipped from your lips, uncontrolled, helpless, and suddenly Crosshair stilled.

There was movement across the room. A shift. A faint rustling of sheets.

Your breath caught.

Crosshair grinned, still buried inside you. “Well, well. Not my fault you woke him up,” he drawled.

You peeked over to the other side of the room just in time to see Hunter sitting up in his bunk. His hair was mussed, his chest bare, and his eyes took in the scene in an instant - your writhing form, Crosshair’s smug face, the way his hips rocked shallowly against you.

“Are you serious?” Hunter asked, voice still rough with sleep.

“She came to me,” Crosshair said, voice thick with satisfaction. “Snuck into my bed, naked and leaking your cum, apparently you didn’t fuck the need out of her properly.”

“That’s not…!” you started to protest, but Crosshair thrust deep, clearly enjoying getting under Hunters skin, and the words disintegrated into a strangled moan.

More rustling. Tech and Echo sighed. Wrecker groaned something unintelligible from his bunk.

“Now that you’ve woken the whole damn squad,” Crosshair drawled, voice pitched louder now, “you might as well put on a show.”

Your cheeks burned and you barely had time to gasp before he slipped out of you, leaving your walls clenching helplessly around nothing. You whined at the sudden emptiness, but he ignored your protest, reaching down to shove the thin blanket away.

Hunter was still watching, lips parted, chest rising and falling. There was something hungry in his eyes, even as he shook his head slowly.

“I swear,” he muttered, but didn’t look away.

You caught his eyes across the dark room—and something passed between you that you couldn’t name.

Cool air rushed over your naked body, goosebumps rising over your flushed skin. The low lights from one of the moons spilled across the room, bathing you in a soft, silver-blue glow.

“On your hands and knees,” Crosshair ordered satisfied. “Let ‘em all see the way you beg me to fuck you.”

You obeyed without question, scrambling up onto all fours on his bunk. Your body trembled, still high from your last release but greedy for more. Behind you, Crosshair took his time, dragging his cock through your folds with lazy precision before thrusting back into you hard enough to make you jolt forward with a gasp.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “You love this, don’t you? Love being filled up in front of them.”

You whimpered again as Crosshair thrust harder, picking up a rhythm that made your legs tremble. There was no hiding now. Every sound you made echoed in the tight quarters of the barracks. Every wet slap of skin against skin was audible. Every sigh, every curse, every name on your lips.

Crosshair fucked you slow and deep, dragging it out for everyone to hear. You heard Wrecker groan and roll over, probably stuffing a pillow over his head. Tech muttered something under his breath about “his sleep schedule beeing ruined.”

But Hunter didn’t move.

His gaze locked with yours as Crosshair whispered filth into your ear, as your body trembled and your walls clenched around the cock buried deep inside you.

Your mouth opened, but no words came, only a moan as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping against your ass, sharp slaps on your cheecks echoing in the quiet room.

“You always come to me when you’re needy. When the others are too soft, too sweet,” he grunted, thrusting deep. “I know sometimes you just want to be used like the good little slut that you are. You want to be ruined and I’m the only one who can give that to you.”

You cried out, the sound shameless, echoing off the durasteel walls.

“Louder,” he said, voice rough. “Let them all hear how much you need it.”

You buried your face in the mattress, one hand reaching between your thighs, trying to get to your clit to push you over the edge.

But Crosshair was faster.

He grabbed your wrist, yanking it behind your back. “Ah ah. Not yet.”

“Please!!!” you whimpered.

He only chuckled. “You’ll come when I say.”

Then he pulled out abruptly, and before you could protest, he was hauling you into his lap.

You landed with a breathless gasp, back pressed to his chest as he slid you down onto his cock again. Your legs trembled, spread wide over his thighs, completely open and exposed. The edge of his bunk creaked under the weight of you both.

You could only imagine what you looked like now, on full display, back arched, tits bouncing with every sharp thrust as he fucked up into you from below.

His arm hooked around yours, trapping them behind your back, while his free hand dragged up your stomach and chest. He pinched one of your nipples hard, making you yelp.

“You’re such a sight,” he whispered in your ear, breath hot. “Look at them watching you. Do you know what kind of mess you’ve made of this room?”

You couldn’t look, you didn’t dare.

You were flushed from head to toe, dizzy with need. His fingers slid up, wrapping around your throat, pressing just enough to restrict the blood flow. The world tilted slightly, sound dulled to a low throb, and your walls clamped tight around him.

He fucked you relentlessly, cock slamming up into you in hard, perfect thrusts that made your whole body jolt.

You wanted to cry out, to beg, but his grip on your throat had your lips parting soundlessly.

He loosened it, just a little.

You gasped in air, voice breaking. “Please Cross…please, let me come, I need it - please!”

He groaned, head falling back. “Mhm, that’s what I like to hear. So pretty when you beg.”

Crosshair’s sharp eyes flicked toward the bunks, his voice a low growl edged with wicked amusement. “Echo. Stop staring and get over here. Put that mouth to good use.”

There was a beat of silence, then the sound of movement, a low chuckle from someone else, and then Echo appeared, gaze dark, pupils blown wide with hunger. His scomp arm clicked softly against the floor as he knelt before you, between Crosshair’s spread legs. You could feel the heat of him, the subtle hum of his prosthetic as he reached out and ran his hand along your thighs, steadying you.

“This okay?” he murmured, breath brushing over your sensitive skin.

You nodded desperately, barely able to find your voice. “Please…”

“Good girl,” Crosshair rasped. “Make her fall apart, vod.”

And Echo did exactly that.

His mouth was hot and devastating, tongue teasing your clit with practiced skill, syncing his rhythm with Crosshair’s relentless thrusts. You cried out, the sound torn from your throat as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Echo held you open, letting you tremble against them, letting you feel every sharp, obscene flick of his tongue as Crosshair drove deeper still.

You were spiraling, unraveling, body tightening like a wire pulled too taut, your pussy clenched around his cock and your muscles locked, the pressure climbing, unbearable and searing at the edges.

Then Crosshair leaned forward, his lips at your ear. “You want to come?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes…please…Cross, I… I need…”

The rest of your sentence died in your throat whis his next hard thrust.

“Then come for us,” he ordered, voice a growl.

He loosened his grip on your throat and pulled back slightly, then with a wicked smirk, brought one hand up and slapped your tits -once, twice- just enough to make you gasp, enough to make the blood rush back to your head in a dizzying rush.

The slaps stung just right, adding to the overwhelming pleasure building between your legs. With the rush of blood surging back into your brain and Echo’s tongue still relentless on your clit, your body convulsed, shattering into release with a cry that echoed through the barracks. You trembled hard in their grasp, lightheaded and boneless, twitching as Crosshair rode you through it with hard, brutal strokes.

Your climax was like a never ending bolt of lightning, your entire body convulsing in his lap. You sobbed out his name, hips jerking as you gushed around him, muscles fluttering in wild, helpless contractions.

Echo had let go of you and sunken back on his legs, he looked dazed, his cock still twitching in his hand and his cum spilled all over the floor.

Crosshair let out a strangled moan behind you, thrusting up once, twice, then he stilled, grinding in deep and filling you with a hot rush of his cum. His chest heaved against your back. He stayed inside you, locked tight, one arm still holding yours behind you, the other now stroking down your trembling thigh.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your neck. “That’s my cyare. So perfect for me.”

When you collapsed back against him, boneless and spent, he kissed your shoulder and nipped gently at your neck, lips surprisingly soft after how rough he’d just been.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered smugly.

The only answer you could get out was a mix between a whine and a sigh.

“I love you,” he said quietly. “You’re always so good for me.”

Your breath caught at that—not because you didn’t know it, but because hearing it now, in the warm, aching aftermath, hit different. He rarely said it like that. Soft. Unarmored. You tilted your head, brushing your cheek to his, barely able to turn in his arms.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and shaky. “Even when you’re a smug, possessive bastard.”

He huffed out a laugh against your shoulder, his hand still idly tracing the curve of your hip. “Especially then.”

You felt his heartbeat slowing against your back, his chest rising and falling in time with yours. For a few blissful moments, there was only the sound of your breathing, your bodies tangled, your skin sticky and flushed and trembling in the best possible way.

Crosshair pressed another kiss to your temple, then nuzzled close and finally let his grip loosen around you. You shifted, limbs heavy, letting your head fall back against his collarbone, content and sore and absolutely blissed. And just when you thought the haze might pull you under, you sensed the change in the air—felt the quiet, palpable attention from the rest of the room.

You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to meet Tech’s.

He was across the room, shirtless, glasses slightly askew, his cheeks pink.

So were Hunter’s. Wrecker was sitting up too blinking sleepily, a guilty smile tugging at his lips. And force help you, all of them were in varying states of undress, wiping their hands or adjusting their blacks.

Your eyes widened. “Oh—”

Tech cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Well. That was… impossible to ignore.”

Behind you, Crosshair chuckled, smug and unbothered. “She was feelin’ a little neglected.”

“Mm, I doubt that,” Tech hummed neutrally, though the look he gave you was far from indifferent. “Regardless, she cannot be left like that. Her body temperature is elevated, her skin flushed…” he took a deliberate step forward,” and she is quite literally dripping onto the floor.”

“Maybe I like it that way,” Crosshair muttered, his arm still wrapped lazily around your waist.

“You like a lot of unsanitary things. Doesn’t mean we let them fester,” Tech replied, unimpressed.

Crosshair chuckled but eventually exhaled a slow, reluctant sigh. “Fine.” …”She’s all yours.”

Tech held out a hand to you, his touch careful but firm. “Come with me.”

You tried to stand, but your legs buckled immediately. Tech caught you around the waist, before you could tip over.

“Hhm…sorry,” you mumbled, flushed again.

“Easy,” he said softly, adjusting his grip as he guided you upright. “You’ve had… quite the exertion.”

Your face burned as you leaned into him, every inch of your body humming. “Sorry…”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he murmured, the timbre of his voice dipping lower than usual. “You are overstimulated. Likely mildly dehydrated. I’ll take care of you.”

Behind you, Crosshair growled halfheartedly, but he let you go, trailing his fingers across your lower back as Tech helped you toward the fresher.

“Don’t worry,” Tech said under his breath, the heat of his palm firm and grounding. “I’ll be quick, I just want to make sure you won’t regret your choices tomorrow.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he made sure the water was warm before he helped you in. He was gentle as he cleaned you up, murmuring something about electrolytes and rest. The water cascading down your skin felt good, you leaned on him, warm and dopey and still floating.

When you returned to the barracks, the lights were low again and everything was clean. Everyone had settled. Crosshair was sprawled across his bunk like a smug cat, his soft silver hair a mess, eyes half-lidded and a satisfied smile on his face. Hunter watched you pass, gaze unreadable but intense. Wrecker smiled sleepily from his bunk, already holding out one arm.

You made your way over to each of them, giving soft kisses - forehead, cheek, lips- whispering, “Sorry for waking you.”

Hunter caught your wrist before you could walk away. “You never have to apologize,” he said. “Not to us.”

“I love you Hunter…it…I…,” you stammered. You didn’t want him to feel like he was not enough but your brain was still mushy and you didn’t know what to say.

“It’s okay meshla, we can talk in the morning if you want.”

You hesitated, pulse fluttering, but then Wrecker called out, “C’mon! Lula’s waiting!”

That made you laugh. Hunter squeezed your hand reassuringly and you gave him a long kiss pouring all the love you had for him into it before you made your way over to the other side of the room.

You slipped into Wrecker’s bunk, curling up beside his broad chest. He pulled you close instantly, wrapping both arms around you like a warm weighted blanket. Lula was tucked between you, her soft little plush body pressed to your cheek.

“You okay?” he asked, voice a gentle rumble. “You looked real pretty bouncing on Cross.” he added sheepishly.

“Yeah,” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. “More than okay.”

He hummed happily and tucked you even closer. “You can always snuggle here, you know, and I can also…eh…help if you can’t sleep, I…I just, I don’t wanna break you.”

“I know Wreck, what I have with Cross is not better, just different, I love that you are so gentle with me,” you said softly.

And you did.

As room finally fell quiet and the drum of the rain and Wreckers soft snores surrounded you again you closed your eyes, warm and sated and safe, held between the strongest arms and the softest heart in the GAR.

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Hunted

summary: hunter x reader oneshot

NSFW 18+

<2400 words

content/warnings: chasing, consensual explicit sex, oral sex, p in v sex, biting, knife play, blood

“Run.” He whispered to me.

I immediately took off, leaving the safety of The Maurader behind for the dense jungles of Kashyyyk. Wanting to get the most out of the small headstart that Hunter so graciously gifted me, I wove through the thick trees and grazed my hands on the soft moss of the lush forest to conceal my tracks and attempt to mislead him before heading off in the opposite direction. His heightened senses gave him the advantage over me, but I only had to escape capture for half an hour to win. 

I continued my way through the forest, at this point completely lost and just trying to run until I won our game. The foliage from the wroshyr trees began to block the sunlight, limiting my vision. My heart raced at every crunch of leaves and rustle of branches that I heard. Just thinking about what would happen if Hunter caught me made my stomach twist in excitement and my panties dampen. Fuck, I needed to get a grip on myself. I had my pride and large ego on the line. The rules of the game were that if he could catch me and tie me up before the time ran out, then he could do whatever he wanted to me. However, if I won, then I got to fuck Crosshair while he watched, and Hunter did not like to share.

I knew that I couldn't hide from Hunter, so I just kept running as quietly as I could manage, trying to keep a large enough distance from him to win the game. At some point, I tripped over a loose tree root and stumbled to my knees, scraping up my uncovered arms and the side of my face. I stood up, hunched over and panting to catch my breath so that I could resume my escape. Suddenly, I heard a quiet crunch of dead grass in front of me. Feeling like the prey of a starving predator, I silently and slowly stepped backwards, trying to get some space so that I could run. Moving back, I ran my hands through the foliage surrounding me, searching for a makeshift weapon since I was unarmed. I leaned back against one of the tall trees and grabbed a large stick to defend myself with, feeling the rough bark of the wroshyr on my back. Realization and understanding hit me like a brick, and I finally noticed that the tree was smooth instead of coarse. My heart raced as I realized what was happening, and I dropped the stick, reaching both of my arms back behind my head to grab the neck of the figure behind me with all of my strength, eventually hurling him over my body as I quickly bent over. 

I watched for a split second as Hunter fell to the lush forest floor, and then immediately turned the opposite direction, running as fast as I could. However, I didn't get very far. His gloved hand wrapped around my ankle, causing me to trip and fall to the ground in front of him. I flipped over, twisting my leg out of his grasp before kicking him in his helmet. I swear, even through his masked face, I could see his eyes darken with desire as his prey fought back. Finally free from his grip, I ran as fast as I could, through bushes and anything that could possibly slow his larger body down.

I needed to come up with a new escape plan, and a thought sprang into my mind when I spotted a low hanging branch off to my left. I veered over to the tree it was attached to, and leapt through the air, my hands scraping as they fought for purchase on the jagged limb. Once my hands were secure, I swung to the side, using my momentum to wrap my legs around the arm of the tree so that I could pull myself up. A grin split my face as I excitedly understood that I now had a real chance against him. Unfortunately, that smile disappeared as quickly as it showed up once I felt something latch onto my draped ankle. A swift tug brought me back down to the ground where I started, and desire mixed with fear when I looked up to see Hunter standing over me.

The game wasn't over yet. I turned onto my stomach, attempting to crawl away from him before he yanked me back towards him, using his hands to pin down my arms above my head. I writhed between his legs as he grabbed a black cord from his waist belt to tie my wrists together, fighting while I still had the chance. Suddenly, I stilled, seemingly content to watch him gaze at me, trapped underneath him. 

“Good girl. I knew you’d come around.” He praised, taking off his helmet with his free hand. Using the distraction, I used my leftover strength to spread my arms apart from each other, forcing him to lose his grip on one of them. I grabbed the cord with my now liberated hand, and threw it as far as I could into the jungle so that he would have to retrieve it before winning the game.

“Not so fast, Cyar’ika.” He growled, once again grasping my wrists in his hands, this time more tightly. I watched as he reached up to his forehead and pulled off his red bandana, his tousled hair falling in front of his face. My heart plummeted as I became aware of what his plan was. I struggled against him, but was ultimately no match for his overpowering strength. The soft cloth of the bandana wrapped around my wrists and I finally accepted defeat. 

“You win, Hunter.” I said. 

“I know.” He replied. 

I stayed utterly still while I watched his predatory gaze rove over my heaving chest, still panting from our fight. He reached to his left forearm to retrieve the sheathed vibroblade, his movements purposely slow and steady, prolonging his reward. My mouth was suddenly dry with anticipation, and I licked my lips, the action drawing his attention to my face. He leaned over me from his position over my waist and lightly dragged the tip of his knife down my sternum, splitting my thin top into two. My breasts spilled out of the torn fabric, my nipples instantly puckering with the cool Kashyyyk breeze now caressing them.

He bent his head down and I watched as he dragged his tongue up from my navel through the valley between my breasts, licking up the light trail of blood that spilled from the touch of his knife. I shivered again, his mouth going to my now hardened nipples that were begging for his touch. He traced a circle with his tongue around one before moving to give attention to the other, lightly nipping it. The mixture of pleasure and pain made a small groan escape my lips, and Hunter smirked against my skin in amusement. I moved my bound arms to try and touch him, but he pushed them back down to their position above my head, once again rendering me immobile. 

Wrapping his hand protectively around the back of my neck, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me like he had been starved for an eternity. His kisses were possessive and claiming, letting me know that I was forever his. He swept his tongue across my teeth, and sucked on my bottom lip, teeth biting into the pink flesh. Once he released me, I was gasping for breath and yearning for more. He shifted his body so that he was over my cargo pants, hands undoing the buckle on my belt torturously slowly. I tried to shift my hips to grind against his hand, desperate for any kind of friction to ease the heat between my legs. 

“I'm in charge, remember?” He taunted, not allowing me to get any relief from him. He slipped my pants off of my legs, and grabbed his knife again, slicing off my drenched panties. I felt exposed, letting him see all of me in the light, and I crossed my ankles over each other, attempting to cover up. A dark look crossed his face, and he spread my legs apart as far as they could go, baring me to the vacant jungle. I started to protest, but before I could get a word out, he had shoved his face in between my legs, inhaling me like I was his only source of oxygen in the vacuum of space. 

“You smell so good,” he groaned, shifting his weight to remove his armor. “I could smell you thinking about me while I hunted you.” My face reddened with the embarrassment of him knowing that just thinking about him could have such a strong effect on me.

Once his armor was removed, he stood and watched as I looked up at his muscular form, watching him take off his blacks. The skeletal tattoo on the side of his face continued down his entire body, the dark ink highlighting his toned body and strong limbs. Once we were both naked, I felt less self conscious, and spread my legs again, welcoming him in need. 

“Greedy little thing, aren't you?” He murmured, lowering himself to the ground without looking away from me. He situated his face between my thighs once again, kissing the inside of my legs before licking a long line from my entrance to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, needing more to satisfy the heat blossoming inside of me. 

“More.” I commanded, hoping that he would take pity on me and bring me to my orgasm, but he just huffed out a laugh and continued his slow, languid strokes of his tongue. I began to whine in desperation, but as soon as the smallest sound left my mouth, he shoved his tongue inside me, reaching places I didn't even think were possible with his mouth. Crying out from the sudden stimulation, I began to grind my hips against his face like an animal in heat, but he quickly shoved my pelvis back to the plush forest floor, pinning me down so that I was completely under his control. He removed his face from between my legs and replaced where his tongue was with his fingers. Fuck, they were so long. He brought his lips to my face and kissed me again. Our tongues tangled in each other's mouths, and the taste of me on his lips almost made me cum alone. He curled his fingers inside of me, reaching that place that I could never achieve by myself, and whispered into my ear “I could do this for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.” The rasp of need in his voice sent me over the edge, and I felt my orgasm rip through me, the evidence of my climax dripping all over his hand.

Without breaking eye contact, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, letting out a small groan of content. I could already feel myself getting wet again just from watching him do that. He clearly sensed this too, and smiled as he adjusted himself between my hips, lining up with my soaked entrance.

“Don't worry sweetheart, we're not done yet.” As soon as the words passed his lips, he drove himself inside of me, making my eyes roll back in pleasure. Using one hand to hold my hips in place as he rhythmically pounded me, he leaned over and kissed along the side of my neck, occasionally sucking and biting at the soft skin there. He watched with pure lust in his eyes as my tits bounced up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts, my body completely surrendered to him. I whimpered happily, loving how deep he was inside of me, completely filling me up. I cried out again as he brought me to another orgasm, all of the stimulation overwhelming me. 

My hands still bound over my head, I was almost completely limp when he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach, arranging my body so that my knees and chest were pressed to the ground while my ass was up in the air. “We're still not done, Cyar’ika,” he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. 

This time, when he entered me he took his time, allowing me to feel every stroke from his impressive length. His hands ran over my back, kneading my ass before moving to gently stroke my face. My cheeks were streaked with tears from utter bliss, and he wiped them off with his thumb before licking them away. He continued his slow, deep thrusts, eventually wrapping an arm around my lower torso and moving us so that I was sitting on his lap, my back against his broad chest. Moving me with ease, he used one hand to hold my waist and help me ride him, and used the other to tilt my chin up towards him so that he could kiss me deeply. Unlike before, this kiss wasn't demanding and desperate, it was passionate and loving. I nearly melted from the realization, and I fell in love with him all over again, my heart fluttering. He eventually moved his hand from my waist to between my legs, and circled my clit gently with his fingers while I shivered in anticipation. Picking up the pace, he pushed into me faster and faster until we both climaxed together, our fluids mixing inside of me and slowly dripping out. 

Laying on his back, he picked me up and rearranged me so that I was laying on his warm chest, stroking my hair until I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.