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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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i love non-sexual intimacy and astarion having no bloody idea how to handle it, so of course i couldn't resist writing 3000+ words about it. enjoy!

let the pulses run (astarion x gender neutral!reader, baldur's gate 3)

Astarion waits for it. Expects it.

A beseeching glance, a teasing smile, a flirtatious remark. Hells, even an outright proposition - he can’t quite imagine you pulling it off, but at least it would be something familiar.

And yet - nothing.

Well, he amends as you settle beside him before the campfire, perhaps not nothing.

“How is it?” you ask, a solemn slope to your brow as you take in the wound on his arm. A lucky shot from a rather unlucky goblin, who’d received your rapier to the gut for his troubles.

“Oh, this?” He raises his arm, nonchalant. The wound had stopped bleeding, but it wasn’t a pretty sight. “Barely a scratch, darling.”

Your brows furrow. Liar, they say.

“You’ll need blood.” You take a second glance at his arm and grimace. The scent of iron clings to the air. “A lot of it.”

Astarion tilts his head, allows a few silver curls to fall artfully across his brow. You track the movement, though your gaze is quick to dart back to his own. He fights a smirk and loses. “Astute, aren’t you? Yes, I’m afraid I’ll need to do more than my usual share of feeding tonight to fix this mess.”

You say nothing in response, not at first. He wonders if you’ll actually say it, or if you’ll hem and haw yourself to death trying to free the words from your tongue.

“If you truly have need of it,” you begin, reaching up to touch your fingertips to your throat. The mark from his first feeding had long since faded, but you remembered where his fangs had struck.

“How generous!” Astarion exclaims, a little touched despite himself. It took a certain amount of fortitude to offer yourself to a hungry vampire, after all. “If you’re certain - “

You don’t answer with words, merely tilting your head and baring your throat to him. Astarion longs to draw out the suspense, tease you with the anticipation of his bite, but that furrow hasn’t left your brow and he finds himself unwilling to add to your worries. Besides, his body cries out for the meal you’ve so graciously offered, practically rejoicing as he lowers his mouth to your throat.

There’s a certain… intimacy to be had during the act of feeding, he’s learned. Not so much in the bite itself, but in the aftermath: the pull of precious blood, the quickening of a pulse, the flush of warm, living flesh.

Astarion has never felt the like, not until he first drew blood from you. To know that this is what he had been missing for all the centuries he’d spent feeding on vermin makes his hatred for Cazador climb higher, though he pushes thoughts of his former master far from his mind before they can truly take root. He will not think of his tormentor here, not with you.

You draw in a breath; it sticks in your throat, your pulse beating like a drum in the back of Astarion’s brain. He can smell your skin, the sweat and blood from your latest battle mingling with the scent of sweetgrass and rainwater, the scent of you, light and sweet against the back of his tongue.

He can smell more than that. Unease and pain cling to you like a film while he feeds, but beneath that, clinging to your flesh like a limpet, he finds what he’s been searching for - the familiar musk of arousal.

Well, then, he thinks victoriously, feeling a shiver work down his spine as your blood coats the back of his tongue. There’s all the proof I need.

He had wondered if your lack of amorous advances had been due to disinterest, but no. The body doesn’t lie, and yours was basically singing, crying out its need with increasing frequency the longer his fangs remained buried in your throat.

So then why? Why did you flit away from his advances like a rabbit evading a predator? He knew what you wanted and had no qualms about giving it to you. It would cement your trust in him, bolster your growing bond. Your union would be advantageous to you both.

He’s so consumed by his thoughts that he doesn’t notice your hand moving until it’s braced against the back of his neck, your palm warm against his skin. He waits for your signal to move away, hungrily swallowing another mouthful of your sweet blood in case it happens to be his last, but all you do is reach for the riot of curls at his nape and pass your fingers gently through them. Once, twice more, until you’ve built up a steady rhythm.

It feels… well, it feels rather nice, actually. It’s far from the first time someone has ever run their fingers through his hair, and yet your touch feels… lighter in comparison, unweighted by sensual delight or a precursor for greedy lust. You’re not touching him in anticipation for more - you’re just… touching him.

It confuses him so greatly that Astarion finds himself pulling away before he’d truly wished to, feeling more than a little bereft when your fingers slip from his hair and land, half-curled still, in your lap.

“That will do, darling,” he mumbles, pushing himself to his feet. It’s a good thing the blood loss has dazed you somewhat, or else your eagle eyes would have quickly taken notice of the bewildered expression upon his face. “A boar or two will more than suffice for the rest. You should sleep, while you’re able.” His nose wrinkles, and he can’t help himself from adding, “But perhaps bathe first.”

Your eyes narrow at the thinly-veiled insult, but you push yourself clumsily to your feet and head for the river flowing near camp. “Keep your eyes about you while you hunt,” you call to him over your shoulder. “There may still be goblins about.”

He doesn’t know how to tell you that goblins - and hunting, for that matter - are among the last things on his mind. He merely watches you walk away, his fingers creeping to the thatch of curls you had so gently carded through, and wonders what the hell he’s supposed to do with you now.

Your growing affection for him remains more than apparent as the days pass. You’re devoted to finding a cure for the parasites that writhe within your minds and playing savior for everyone you meet along the way, but in the moments between - slivers of time carved out for rest and respite - you gravitate toward Astarion, leaving the vampire torn between petty satisfaction and growing confusion, because you simply refuse to acknowledge his increasingly thinly-veiled offers to fuck you.

It’s ridiculous. Madness, really. The number of conquests under his belt had grown too numerous for Astarion to recall, his expertise in the art of seduction unmatched, and yet you remained unmoved by his every attempt. Oh, you would flush, your eyes would flit about as though you couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, your body itself would sway towards his like a tree bough rocked by the wind, but still you would play at ambivalency.

Astarion might be inclined to believe himself incorrect - a rarity, to be sure, but stranger things have happened; that your reaction to his bite was merely a result of the intimacy of the act rather than any true desire you might hold for him, and yet your behavior afterwards serves to lay that theory quite soundly to rest.

You’ve become quite… tactile, with him, as of late. A bracing hand on his shoulder whenever an enemy’s attack knocks him off his guard, elbows brushing whenever you’re gathered near the campfire, even a rather memorable moment where you’d brushed his curls free of his brow late in the night, your hand hovering in the air between you and a bewildered expression writ across your face, as though shocked that you’d actually done it.

It’s driving Astarion mad, wondering what could possibly be going on inside that skull of yours. The thought of tapping in to the tadpole’s power just to catch a glimpse passes swiftly through his mind, but to his eternal chagrin, knowing somehow feels more daunting.

Besides, he’s… curious. Curious as to what you’ll do next and how he may react to it, and so he doesn’t ask you to stop. You would, if only he were to indicate a dislike of your touch, and yet to do so would prove the vampire a liar, for he finds that he actually quite enjoys the fleeting brush of your fingertips across his brow, or the firm, comforting weight of your shoulder against his.

Gods, what has he gotten himself into?

He ponders his plight late into the night, until his eyes slip closed and he’s confronted by another new pressing issue - nightmares of his former life and dear old master, memories of previous torments and casual cruelties assaulting his mind from every front.

Astarion twists upon his bedroll, fingers spasming atop his chest as Cazador flits through his mind like a phantom. Sweat beads on his temples, leaving his curls damp. Fear bubbles through his blood like some molten creature.

“Astarion.”

He awakens with a shout, his dreams clinging to his mind for another awful moment before their claws finally release him. You’re the first thing he notices as soon as he’s set himself to rights, kneeling by his bedside with a discomfited expression upon your face. It had been your voice, then - yours, not Cazador’s - that had called out to him, broken him free of his agony.

His lips try to twist into their customary smirk, but fall short of the goal and tremble instead. He presses them into a firm line. “Apologies, my love,” he murmurs, grimacing at the drying sweat along his brow. “Did I wake you?”

You shake your head. “I had first watch,” you explain. Your hand twitches at your side. You want to touch him, he realizes. Reassure him. By the gods, with the way he’s feeling right now, Astarion might actually let you do it. “Are you alright?”

“Wonderful,” he bites out, reaching up to push sweaty curls free of his brow only to find that you've beaten him to it, your fingertips callused and blessedly cool against his skin. The urge to swoon like a damned maiden is nearly overwhelming, and yet Astarion resists, only allowing himself the luxury of closing his eyes and indulging in your touch for a few brief moments.

“Nightmare?” Your voice is low, dreadfully soothing. Keep talking, he thinks, pushing his brow into your palm. Don’t make me do it.

He hums in the affirmative. Your fingers drift to the crown of his head, smooth through the flattened curls at the base of his skull, and rest there, holding him.

“Cazador?” The name sounds like a curse on your lips, and might as well be for all the vitriol you spew it with.

Astarion’s lips twitch. It shouldn’t thrill him, the ire you hold for a man you’ve never met, but he knows it’s there simply because its bearer has caused him harm. You’re protective of those you hold dear.

“The one and the same,” he mutters into the curve of your shoulder, having allowed his chin to rest there while your fingers curled around the back of his neck. You smelled of embers from the fire and the sweetness of the cool night air, and Astarion breathed deep, soothed by the scent.

“What do you need?” It’s a gentle query against one pointed ear, and for a moment Astarion stares beyond your shoulder, beyond the camp, all the way to Baldur’s Gate and Cazador’s cold, cruel gaze, waiting for his return. You’re silent, patient for his response, and in that moment Astarion is certain that you would give him anything, if only he would ask.

He could ask for you - for the distraction that your body would provide this night, and you would give it to him. You would trust him with it.

He can see it so clearly, the rapture of it driving the echoes of Cazador’s voice from his head. But he can see the aftermath, too, and your disappointment when you realize that it’s all he can truly give you, and only because he knows of no other way to be.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs into your shoulder, and it’s the truth, for all the good that does him.

He feels you nodding, feels your cheek resting against his hair, feels more than hears you say, “Let me know, whenever you figure it out,” and listens to the faint beat of your pulse until his dreams seem like nothing more than misshapen fragments, unimportant, without teeth.

Something shifts between you then, or perhaps it’s more appropriate to say that something settles. His machinations cease, insomuch as he stops trying to manipulate you into bed, though teasing you with ill-concealed innuendo remains a habit he can’t quite shake.

You’ve promised to help break Cazador’s hold upon him, and judging by the sharpness in your eyes whenever the subject is pressed, you’re determined to uphold it.

You care about him; of that, Astarion is more than certain. He sees it in the way you look at him, feels it in the touches you bestow. He hears it, your pulse as clear to him as the warmth of the blood in your veins. He’s earned your trust, your affection, your protection. And you’ve earned his.

How could he keep it from you, when you’ve not only unearthed his past but vowed to help him escape it? How could he guard himself against you when he’s seen that fire in your eyes, watched you wield it against that vile drow who’d called him a thing and urged you to allow him to bite her?

Astarion shudders at the reminder. If it had been Cazador in your place, he would have taken the offer without thought, without care for Astarion’s comfort. But not you.

It had angered you - not just the drow’s request, but her flippant disregard of Astarion’s autonomy.

“Astarion is his own person,” you had said, practically spitting the words through gritted teeth. “And he said no.”

You were still angry, by the looks of it, if your gritted teeth and flashing eyes were anything to go by.

“Are we going into battle?” he calls out, catching you as you’re about to stomp by.

You jerk to a halt and give him a look, completely confused. He bites back a laugh.

“It certainly seems so, judging by your face.”

“My face?” You reach up as though to check, and this time Astarion does laugh, a soft huff that seems to startle you, but also leave you looking incredibly, undeniably… fond. It’s… well. It’s a nice look on you.

“You’re angry,” he explains, reaching over to rub the furrow from your brows. You go cross-eyed trying to watch him, and another laugh bubbles from his throat before he can stop it.

And ah, there’s that fondness again upon your face. He feels warm beneath that look, full, as if he’s freshly fed.

“I am angry,” you murmur, drawing closer. “Her ignorance, her arrogance - it infuriated me.”

“Obviously,” Astarion quips, lips twitching as your mouth twists in annoyance. He allows the humor to drain from his tone before he continues, a touch more solemnly, “Thank you. I appreciated that.”

Your head tilts. “What did I do?”

Astarion huffs a breath, astounded by your obliviousness. “I spent two-hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back to my Master. What I wanted, how I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered.” The memories, though old, are fresh, and he does his best to shake them free of his mind. This isn’t about that. This is about you. “You could have asked me to do the same, but you didn’t. And I’m grateful.”

“I never would,” you return, and your words are firm. Resolute. You need him to believe them. “It wouldn’t have been right, forcing you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

“You’re the first to think so,” Astarion murmurs. “The first not to make me feel like something to be used and discarded.” He had still been living as though he was exactly that, he realizes. Still a puppet, a pawn to be ordered about at his master’s whim. But that wasn’t who he was, anymore, and he would never be that way again. You would aid him in making sure of it, and not simply because he’d seduced and manipulated you into doing so. You would do it because you wanted to. Because you cared.

Because you were his friend.

“Thank you,” he repeated, a lightness to his shoulders that he hasn’t felt in centuries.

You stare at him, throat working for a moment as if you don’t know what to say in return, and he smiles. Silly thing.

But then you’re stepping forward, a determined glint to your eye, and Astarion is left with no other recourse than to gawk over your shoulder as you wrap both arms around him. Your cheek comes to rest against his shoulder, your chest settling warmly against his, and Astarion -

Astarion crumbles. His arms come up to wrap around you, gingerly at first, until he hears your sigh - a soft thing, sweet, happy - and then he’s squeezing you against him, brow falling to your shoulder.

Gods, when was the last time someone had embraced him like this? He wracks his mind and still fails to recall a single moment where he was gathered so close without an ulterior motive to facilitate it.

He doesn’t want to let you go. It’s an intimidating thought. A terrifying thought. And yet the terror doesn’t make it any less true. For the first time in centuries, he wants - he actually wants something, just for him, just because.

He wants you.

It would be easy for the fear to consume him, then, fear that this will crumble to dust beneath his hands like so much else, and yet you won’t allow that terror to seep through. It can’t, not with your arms curled so sweetly around his waist, your smile tucked against his shoulder, your pulse a soothing beat in his ears, assuring him without words that he had been right all along.

You want him, too.

#astarion x reader #reader insert #astarion #gender neutral reader #bg3

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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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Shopping Trip

Astarion x gn!reader x Halsin

Word count: 649

TW: shirtless Halsin, imagined to take place in Act 3 but no real spoilers

I went back and forth about posting this, but figured why not. I can't be the only person that put Halsin in an outfit with no shirt as soon as I had a chance to. 😂 The angelic scion outfit is just *chefs kiss*

Astarion even said that he would probably outlaw clothes if he could. Who am I to deny him of less clothing!

Anyways, this is a short little thing I wrote at like 2am. So enjoy!

Halsin shifted uncomfortably as he stood in front of the mirror. No matter how these new clothes were adjusted, being in so many layers made the druid feel so constricted. While he was told multiple times that he could move freely, he felt like if he moved at all the fabric would rip apart.

"At least try to look like you're enjoying yourself, love." Astarion's voice came from behind him, the red eyes taking in every inch of the man in the mirror.

"I must be honest, this is not quite what I had in mind when our Heart said that we had things to do in the city." Halsin responded, turning to see his partner's reaction, only to find the vampire staring at how his upper arms filled out the sleeves of the nice clothes they had put him in.

"I know this isn't exactly comfortable Halsin. But we need to make sure that we have some nice clothes while we're here. We can only walk into so many parties in our armor or camp clothes." You said, walking in with a couple more options for him to try.

"If it makes you feel any better, at least you can see how good we're making you look." Astarion responded, taking the items you had brought over, automatically taking one of the options out to put away. He smirked at you slightly offended 'Hey!' as he went to put it back.

"My Heart, I'm not sure that these are really necessary. Shouldn't we be focusing on-" Halsin hesitated for a minute, glancing around quickly to make sure nobody was listening, "other things at the moment?"

You looked back at him with a sweet smile. "The world can handle us not working for an hour or so." You responded as brought one of the shirts to him, holding it up to his chest to get an idea of how it would look. "Besides, how often do you think we'll have a chance to let Astarion free in a shop like this after it's all over."

As if on cue, the high elf walked back into the room with a dark green piece of fabric, "I know were meant to be looking for some nice party clothes, but would anyone really complain about this?" He said to you with a smirk, holding up a wrap around skirt with nothing but gold arm bands to go with it.

"I think we definitely might need you to try that on." You responded quickly, tossing the shirt you had off to the side, completely forgotten.

After a few minutes, Halsin stepped out of the charging area. He didn't even make it to the dressing area before you and Astarion were swooning. You bit your lip as the pale elf let out a low whistle. The large elf couldn't help the deep chuckle that rumbled his chest at his partners' reactions. While most people would feel uncomfortable with the lack of coverage, the freedom it gave him made him feel much more at peace.

He purposely flexed his back slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror, his lip curling into a smirk at Astarion's almost purr at the sight.

"Okay, but do we really need party clothes? Where would we really wear them?" You managed to get out. Your face flushing as you met Halsin's eyes in the mirror, causing him to shift a little and flex his arms against the bands.

"Well in that case, there's a matching set for you too." Astarion said with a laugh as he rushed off to grab you an outfit to match. Your head turning to call out that you didn't bring enough gold for multiple outfits.

"Maybe this trip was worth the time." Halsin's voice came as a shock when it was suddenly next to you, pushing you towards the changing area as Astarion returned.

#astarion x reader x halsin #astarion x reader #halsin x reader #reader insert #bg3

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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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Hurtful Words and Bear Hugs

Astarion x gn!reader x Halsin

Word Count: 1,411

TW: Spoilers for Astarion's story in Act 3, mentions Astarion's victims, reader crying

Hi! It's been awhile!

This game literally has me in a choke hold. I am so weak for these two men. I love that you can have a little romance between the three of you. 🥰

As always, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send any requests for these two as they own my thoughts at the moment!

The days following their victory over his past master, Astarion had struggled with his thoughts and feelings. He felt terrible for how distant he had become, especially as you tried your best to be supportive. Yourself struggling with how to balance giving him his space and wanting to just hold the lost man until his world seemed to piece itself together again.

The one thing stopping him from his full blow guilt was that Halsin was there to distract you at times. The larger man seemed to have a better grasp on his emotions than Astarion did, always seeming to pull you off to some task that needed your attention just at the right times or to lead you back to Astarion's tent with hands and hearts full from their adventures whenever he felt the weight of loneliness creep back in. The pale elf was even sure that at times the druid spoke to Scratch and the owlbear cub to cause small bits of chaos or demand attention from you when he could no longer keep your focus.

Astarion was especially grateful for the times the three of you could spend time together in peaceful silence, either walking around near the camp or just sitting near the fire while he read next to you as you focused on redoing the braids on the side of Halsin's head. While the days seemed to be getting better, and his heart seemed to fill in the empty spots left behind by his revenge and the past that had lead to it, some days seemed to thrust him right back into the deep of it.

He pretended not to see the sad glances you shot him as you racked your brain for some way to help. He knew you meant well and normally he would appreciate it or tease you for how wrapped around his finger you were, but today it just seemed to be to much. He hadn't meant for the groan of annoyance to leave his lips as you came by his tent for the third time today, wanting to check in on him.

"What is it you could possibly want this time?" He snapped as he slammed his book shut, shooting a glare at you from where he sat in his tent. "If you're coming to see how I'm doing, let me save you the breath. I'm the same as I was the other million times you've interrupted me today. Now do you have something to actually contribute to my time or can I read in peace?"

It took a moment for him to realize just what had been said, and by the time the guilt had built up in his chest, your eyes had gone glossy. You turned your face away, not wanting him to see your tears welling up.

"I was just coming to tell you that Halsin and I were going into the city to get a hot meal. I was gonna see if you wanted to come, but I guess I'll let you read."

He could have sworn that he could hear his cold heart crack at the shake in your voice. His lips parted to apologize, but his throat tightened around the words before they could leave. He sat in silence as he watched you turn to walk back to where Halsin was waiting nearby.

His eyes met the druid's before you got to him. The wood elf's eyes seemed to be conflicted, split between knowing Astarion hadn't truly meant to hurt your feelings and the disappointment that the interaction had gone so wrong. Once the two figures were gone from sight, the vampire let out a deep sigh and tried to go back to his book. The words just wouldn't come to him now, and every thought seemed to lead back to the hurt look on your face.

Tossing the book onto the ground next to him, he ran his hands through his hair, partially wishing that he could physically push the thought to the back of his mind or even out of his brain altogether. Deciding to take a walk around camp, the lingering eyes of the other camp inhabitants pushed him to walk further and further away until the camp faded from view.

He wasn't even sure how long he wandered, lost in the downward spiral his mind had fallen into. The tears in your eyes fading into the tears of the past victims as they realized the pain he had lead into. Visions of the lives he had ruined flooded his mind until he couldn't take it. An almost feral scream ripped from his throat as he swung his fist against the trunk of a tree he had wandered to close to, another innocent victim to the control he didn't have over himself.

The pain pulsing in his hand seemed to help ground him as he fell to lean his back against the hard bark. He would have been a sight to anyone wandering by, the pale elf with a bloody hand resting in the ground. His fangs bared in his open mouth, and his chest heaving to try to catch his breath. The now rising moon beginning to reflect off the streaks of wetness down his face.

As his red eyes stared up at the glowing rock, he began to push through the dark thoughts, trying his best to lock them back in the recesses of his mind they belonged in. The sound of your voice began to ring in his mind, helping to fend off the thoughts of self doubt and hatred that lingered. The countless times you had told him that he was good enough, that he was worth being loved and cherished. The times you had kissed his face until these same bad feelings were long forgotten.

As his heart and breath began to settle, the world seemed to know what he needed in that moment, and the wind shifted to blow gently against his face. His lips curled up slightly as the faintest whisp of your scent kissed his skin as if you were there with him. It dawned on him that in the hours he must have been gone that you were probably running yourself wild with worry. A short laugh forced itself from his lips as he imagined Halsin trying to quell your panic, probably saying something about some time in nature doing him good.

The walk back to camp was much quicker that he imagined, his feet pulling him home faster as your scent got stronger. It lead him straight towards Halsin's tent. The deep sound of the man's snore was almost as if he was walking into a real bear hibernating.

He froze for a moment as he saw you curled up against the bear of an elf. Your hand slowly moving back and forth over the hairy chest being the only sign that you were still awake. His feet moved him toward you before he asked them to, before he could even worry about if you would want to see him. He crawled in carefully behind you, not wanting to wake the other. His hand hovered over your side, hesitating at the thought that you may still be hurt.

Your skin against his brought him back to the moment as you pulled his arm over your waist. You thumb began to move side to side on his wrist, your wordless forgiveness warming his chest and releasing tension that he didn't know he was still holding.

"I'm sorry." The words were so quiet as they left his lips that he wasn't even sure he has really said them.

"I know." The quiet response was just as possible to be a fantasy.

"I didn't-" His throat closed again as you turned to look over your shoulder at him.

"I know." Turning your face back forward, you brought his hand to your lips before squeezing it slightly and clutching it to your chest.

The moment of peace was interrupted by the sleeping druid rolling over and throwing his arm over the two. As his thick arm tightened around them, each you and Astarion let out a groan as you were both crushed into the bear hug. The smiles on the three faces and the quiet laughs drifting from the tent seeming to right every wrong in the world for just the moment as the two of you joined Halsin in a well needed night of rest.

#astarion x reader #astarion x reader x halsin #reader insert #bg3 #hurt/comfort #gross sobbing noises

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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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A 'Thank You' Gift

Rating: explicit Ship: Halsin/Tav (Reader)/Zevlor Tags: threesome, biting, dom halsin, sub zevlor, afab reader, 2nd person pov, smutt with feelings, tail sex Summary:

Zevlor's been ignoring you the whole party, and you've been letting him get away with it. Luckily, Halsin isn't about to let the two of you spend the whole night sneaking glances and drowning your sorrows in wine.

Also under the cut.

It has been a long week. Ever since the Mindflayer ship plucked you from your cozy life, stuck a tadpole in your eye and promptly crashed. That week had only been made longer by an army of goblins standing between you and the man who was supposed to be your cure. Unfortunately for you, life has dealt you a really, really shitty hand.

At least it has its good moments. Ones where it puts a glass of wine in your hand and lets you observe the increasingly rambunctious party from a cushy seat around the fire. You had dragged a pillow over here, hoping that maybe it might give someone the hint to find and seek out your company. A particular tiefling who’s been giving you side-long glances ever since you saved his people from a pack of goblins threatening to crash down the only gate standing in their way. You had pretended not to notice at first – truthfully, you had thought it was a trick of your mind, but the hellfire eyes always following you through the camp, practically trained on you like you were the only one in the whole wide world, gradually became harder and harder to ignore. You had visited the tiefling camp a handful of times after meeting them, saving wayward children and getting your new friend a patch job for her heart, and each time he’d be out of his office, pretending to survey the camp and trying to find every excuse to talk to you. You’d had several small, light conversations with your party members around and a few more in-depth conversations about all manners of things when you’d camped there.

Yet he hasn’t said a word to you the whole party. He’s stood there next to Halsin, sipping his wine stiffly. Even when Halsin cracked a few jokes to him he merely offered a clipped, weak laugh. That hasn’t stopped you from trying to beckon him over with your eyes, all the while pretending you’re staring at Halsin.

“You’re absolutely pathetic,” Astarion drawls, dropping himself on the log next to you.

“What?” you grunt, barely turning your head to him.

“Look at you! You can’t even turn your head properly to speak with me. It’s bad enough we have to play witness to him acting like someone stuck a spear up his ass and planted him in the ground, don’t force me to watch you do the same. You’ve been over here for an hour giving him a longing look that belongs in overdramatic, drawn-out romance novels,” Astarion sighs, sipping his wine to refresh his parched mouth. “Don’t try to deny it. I can practically smell it in your blood. A thundering, heady arousal.”

“I am not looking at him,” you lie, shifting your gaze fully to Halsin as if to prove a point. At least his biceps provide ample enough distraction.

Astarion breaks into laughter. A mocking, joyous laughter riddled with sinful amusement. You attempt to bury your face in your wine glass, hoping that maybe the wine will make your blood smell foul to him, and he’ll scamper away.

“Darling, don’t try to deny it. The two of you have been dancing around each other since you knocked that sniveling brat out before he even got the chance to throw a punch. Like you couldn’t stand the thought of a bruise marring his skin,” Astarion points out, taking another sip from his glass. “This may very well be your last chance to do anything about your budding romance. Unless you want to be plagued by ‘what if’s until we succumb to this wriggling in our skulls.”

“I’m not looking at him; I’m looking at Halsin,” you insist, hating how your brain loops his unfortunately good advice. You should never have let him raid your collection of wine when he started whining about what he had.

“Hm, maybe you can get him to join in two. He seems more than amicable, considering the hunger that practically roars in his blood every time he catches sight of you,” Astarion says, swirling the remaining win in his glass.

As if on cue, Halsin finally catches your lingering gaze and cocks an eyebrow. Then, much to your horror, his brow furrows, and he retraces the line your eyes are drawing back to Zevlor – when had your gaze wandered back to him? – and his mouth forms a very small ‘o’ shape. Then he grins widely and winks at you. Your face flushes. You won’t deny that Halsin is incredibly attractive, but he hadn’t given you any hints that he felt the same about you, and – then he tosses his arm around Zevlor’s shoulders, steering him toward the fire. You feel panic rise up in your throat as Zevlor tries to find some way to refuse Halsin but comes up short as the other man says something you can’t hear (if only you could read lips). At least Halsin’s smiling about it.

Right?

Conveniently, Astarion frowns at his suddenly empty glass. “Would you look at that? I’m out of wine. I suppose that’s my clue to leave then. Ta ta, darling, I wonder if we still have any of that good stuff left!” Astarion practically giggles as he saunters off in search of more wine. You’re fairly certain he’s already drank through the “good” wine you’d nicked from a crashed caravan.

Unfortunately, you don’t have enough time to call after him to inform him of such. Mere moments after he’s slipped away, you’re flanked on either side by unexpected company. Halsin sits easily on the log, stretching out his feet and looking rather pleased with himself. While Zevlor sits rigid posture, his tail tucked neatly around his crossed legs. He looks positively uncomfortable, and you can’t help but feel a little downtrodden. Had Astarion not fake gagged while digging through your wine collection. As if he could smell the three of you from all the way across camp.

“Ah, that’s much better,” Halsin sighs, warming his hands against the fire. “It gets so cold at night, even with the wine.”

“You should have stood closer to Zevlor then. He’s radiating heat so much I’m afraid he’s got an infernal engine for a heart like Karlach,” you quip without thinking. It’s the truth; Zevlor feels like he’s on fire.

The moment the words leave your mouth, he tries to scooch a little further away. You mentally scold yourself for the comment as he curls further into himself while trying to maintain that air of confidence and protection for the tieflings.

“That’s why I put him next to you – you seemed awfully cold over here, even with the fire. You were staring at it so intensely, as if engaged in a battle of wits with it,” Halsin comments, catching Zevlor moving out of the corner of his eye.

“I can move closer if you’d like me to. I wouldn’t want our host catching a cold I could have prevented,” Zevlor offers, his previously hidden confidence poking its head out from the rock he’d hidden it under.

Now is as good a time as any, you suppose. Grab life by the balls and all that.

“Actually, I was thinking of going for a walk and trying to think of a way to bring the fire with me. I need to clear my head; the camp’s rather loud for me,” you state because it’s partially true. You were thinking of a walk before Astarion butted in, but it wasn’t because the camp was loud. You were trying to mentally map out a good location to rub one out so you stopped acting like an utter buffoon. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come along…”

Halsin catches on immediately. There’s a look in his eyes as he straightens up, rolling his shoulder. “I’m never one to refuse an invitation to partake in nature’s beauty,” he grins, the words rolling off his tongue like honeyed wine. As if Astarion had been right and he had been waiting for an invitation.

“A walk… a walk might do me good,” Zevlor agrees, and you can’t help but share a look with Halsin. Of course, the subtext of your invitation would be lost on him.

“Then we’ll make it a good walk! Come, follow me,” Halsin declares, standing from his seat and offering his hand out. You take it as Zevlor pushes himself stiffly to his feet.

You manage to catch Zevlor’s gaze as you follow after Halsin, ignoring the quiet whispers of acknowledgement that flicker through the camp upon your departure. You offer Zevlor a small smile, and he quickly looks away, radiating so much heat it feels as if you never left the fire. You let your hand brush against his just to feel his heat roar, blanketing you in pleasant warmth. His tail swishes rapidly behind him as he attempts to feign ignorance about it. Zevlor’s nowhere near Karlach’s fires – you can only notice his heat because you’re walking side by side. If you were a few inches further apart, you’d feel nothing but the cool night air. It only prompts you to cozy up closer to him, letting your hand brush against his as your heartbeat thunders in your ears.

The three of you walk in silence for at least ten minutes. A good distance away from camp that will certainly hide any debauched sounds from reaching the party. And if they did, they’d be lost in the haze of music and laughter. Halsin has even managed to pick somewhere beautiful – a small meadow with tiny white spots of clover in the grass and a brilliant view of the night sky. He stops rather promptly in the middle of it, taking a deep breath, his head tilted up to the moonlight.

“It’s a beautiful night,” you comment, breaking the silence.

“It would be a shame to waste it,” Halsin agrees, with a soft, patient smile on his face. Even still, you can feel him undress you with his gaze, as if taking great care to remove each and every piece.

“We could have chosen no better night for a party. There hasn’t even been a cloud to blot out the stars,” Zevlor nods, standing stiffly at your side.

“You were the one who decided to have a party. This is all thanks to you –“ you take his hand gently, clasping it between both your own and staring into his wide eyes. His hand radiates warmth between yours – “I mean it, thank you. You have helped far more than you give yourself credit.”

“I only did what was right,” Zevlor argues, making no move to pull his hand free. Yet his gaze flickers to Halsin, who’s patiently watching their conversation.

“You did more than that. You risked giving us shelter when you knew the druids were already unhappy with you, you’ve been nothing but kind each time I visit camp, and you helped me find Halsin, bringing me closer to a cure. If you’d like, I want to thank you properly,” you confess, rubbing absent-minded circles into his skin with your thumb.

“And I as well – I might never have escaped my captors had you not set them on my trail,” Halsin chimes in, having circled around behind Zevlor. His hand hovers next to Zevlor’s neck, ready to brush aside his hair at a moment’s notice.

“You – I – well, I didn’t – please state it plainly,” Zevlor protests, his gaze flickering around, ready to bolt frightened deer.

Halsin walks back around him, noticing his discomfort immediately. You let go of his hand to give him the freedom to leave if he wants.

“We want to spend the night with you. Naked and intertwined. But only if you want,” you state, laying all the cards out on the table for him. Halsin nods in confirmation rather than echoing your words.

“Oh - oh. I didn’t dare hope that you would be interested in someone like me. I’ve been a fool; I apologize – I should not have assumed. It was wrong of me to –“ Zevlor starts to ramble, and you know if you do not cut him off, he’ll never stop.

So, you reach forward and cup his cheek, lifting his gaze to yours. “Zevlor, is that a yes?”

“By the Nine Hells, please,” he begs, melting into your touch.

“He’s begging already, and we haven’t even started yet,” Halsin chuckles light-heartedly, circling back around him. He drags his knuckles down Zevlor’s tail, and Zevlor shudders, gasping. “When was the last time someone touched you like this? Surely there are others who have sought to pray with their lips against your skin.”

“Years –“ Halsin wraps his hand around his tail – “It’s been years. Not since before Elturel fell. Even then, no one…”

“Have you had sex before?” Halsin pries as you step forward, carefully weaving your fingers into the knots of Zevlor’s armour.

“Yes. Just not many times. Something would always come up – my life never had time for such matters,” Zevlor confesses, sharp teeth biting into his lip to stifle a moan as Halsin drags his hand down his tail.

“Then we’ll make this a night to remember,” you declare, undoing the ties to his chest plate and easing it off him. He has a simple tunic underneath until Halsin lifts it off as well. Zevlor freezes, staring at you with wide, fearful eyes, feeling Halsin’s hands trace the ingrown wings on his back. Quickly, you pull at the hem of your shirt and toss it to the side. Then you take his hands and place them on your breasts. “I want you to touch me. I can take whatever you’re willing to give me.”

He stares into your eyes, searching them for any indication that you’re bluffing. Any indication to back off or restrain himself. Yet when he finds none, he surges forward and captures your lips, pressing his thumbs against your nipples. You moan in approval against his mouth, meeting his tongue with your own. It’s forked – a new sensation but definitely not an unwelcome one.

His hands move from your breasts to your hips, only to tangle his fingers in your laces. You give him your consent by pulling at his laces. A moment later, you’re stepping out of your pants and suddenly notice Halsin is missing. You open your mouth to ask, only for something warm and solid to press up against your back. You can’t help the gasp that escapes you as Halsin buries his face against your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth. From the look in Zevlor’s eyes and the way his phallus twitches between his legs, you can tell they’re making eye contact. Then Halsin bites down on your neck, and you groan in pleasure. There’s a spark in Zevlor’s eyes that prompts him to lean forward and nip at the other side of your neck. You grab his horn, pulling him closer, encouraging him further, and he sinks his teeth into your skin as his erection drips against your stomach. You moan openly, attempting to wordlessly assure him it’s more than alright with you.

Much to your relief, he takes the hint. As calloused hands dip between your thighs, toying with your clit, Zevlor’s lips never leave your neck. He bites every inch of skin he can wrap his lips around, panting against your skin. You grab his tail, and he whines, stilling as you drag your hand up and down the sensitive skin. A deep rumbling growl vibrates through your body at the sound, almost jealous you’re pulling such pretty sounds from him. Two thick fingers are pushed into you a moment later with extraordinarily little resistance. You can’t help the way your hips cant backward, begging for more. Halsin gives them freely, stretching you out as he ruts his cock against your back, panting heavily.

Just as you’re starting to get used to their hands all over you, you find yourself on your back, with Zevlor kneeling over you. Halsin’s bent over him, mouth at the demonic ridges of his body. You can tell every time he bites one as Zevlor whines into your mouth, his hips rutting needily against yours. Grabbing his horns, you pull him off you and stare into his hellfire eyes.

“Take me, I’m yours,” you practically order him. The sudden buck of his hips at the barest hint of dominance isn’t lost on you.

In an instant, he’s pushing the head of his dick into you. “You’re so wet,” he breathes, staring at the apex of your thighs in disbelief.

“How could I not be? I’m having sex with two stunning men in the middle of the woods,” you point out, hooking your leg around his waist as Halsin throws his tail over his shoulder.

Zevlor doesn’t even get a moment to respond. You don’t need to see Halsin to know he’s slicked his fingers with grease and carefully eased one inside Zevlor’s ass. You can see it on the tiefling’s face as he suddenly finds himself torn between fucking you and fucking himself on Halsin’s fingers. There’s a desperate look on his face as he attempts to find a solution in the depths of his own mind.

“Give me his tail,” you say to Halsin, holding out your hand.

“With pleasure. How’s he looking?” Halsin asks, easing Zevlor’s tail into your hand.

“Absolutely debauched. It’s the greatest sight I have ever been privileged to witness. You might want to take a hold of his horns,” you say, cupping Zevlor’s face with your free hand for the briefest of moments.

Halsin cocks an eyebrow at you over Zevlor’s shoulders. Grasping Zevlor’s tail firmly, you pump your hand back and forth. It restarts his brain – his hips lurch forwards as he fucks himself into you, realizing that with every thrust, he’s fucking himself on Halsin’s fingers. Behind him, Halsin lets out a deep belly laugh, grasping his horn with his free hand. Zevlor doesn’t have a distinct rhythm – he fucks like a desperate animal starved for release until it’s tied itself in an impossible number of knots. Each thrust unties a different knot, growing sloppier and more pathetic as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You’re not sure when Halsin adds the other fingers, only when he holds him open with a thumb hooked in his asshole, because you can see Halsin’s glistening fingers wrap around Zevlor’s hip to hold him steady.

“Please, please, please,” Zevlor begs, trying to push his ass backwards.

“I would have fucked you earlier if I knew you’d be so perfect,” Halsin purrs, slowly easing into him with a sigh. “Oak Father, you take me so well.”

“By the Nine Hells, thank you,” Zevlor whines, his tail going rigid in your hand. You drag your hand up it, holding the spade between your thumb and forefinger. Zevlor stills, watching you with wide eyes as Halsin allows him time to adjust. You bring the spade to your mouth, giving it a tiny lick and watching Zevlor shudder. His hips stutter forward, and his eyes roll back in his head at the sensation.

“You might want to start thrusting, I think I just fried his brain,” you inform Halsin, laving your tongue across the spade of Zevlor’s tail.

Halsin chuckles, giving a testing thrust and watching Zevlor lurch forward from the force. He grips his horns with both hands, uncaring how the jagged edges dig into his palms. “I suggest holding onto something,” Halsin warns you.

You hook your ankles around Zevlor’s bent knees, just far enough away from Halsin’s thighs that you won’t be bruised from each thrust. Once you’re secure, Halsin starts slowly thrusting, gradually increasing his pace and sending Zevlor forward with the extra force. He fucks into Zevlor earnestly, the older tiefling all but drooling above you as Halsin holds his head back and up. You don’t even need Zevlor to thrust as Halsin finds a rough, steady pace, pushing Zevlor in and out of you. Grabbing hold of one of Zevlor’s hands that had been uselessly squeezing your breasts, you place it between your legs. He takes the hint rather quickly, rubbing your clit and doing his best to pay attention to what you like better until he’s found a rhythm that has you moaning underneath him. Eventually he even starts thrusting, using Halsin’s force to move his own body and causing your eyes to roll back with each drag of his ridges inside you.

Halsin frees one of his hands to swipe Zevlor’s hair to the side, allowing him access to his neck. Dark bruises are left in the wake of his lips as he fucks into Zevlor with abandon. Until Zevlor starts mewling above you, his dick twitching inside you. He won’t last long, judging by the starstruck look on his face. You trace your fingers in the ridges of his hips as you prop yourself up on your elbows. Your lips find his like they were made for each other, Zevlor kissing you back earnestly. Had Halsin not been holding his head up, he would have bent over you and given your neck a break. Instead, his hand scrambles to the back of your neck, holding you up so he can kiss you like a drowning man.

Startingly hot cum splatters inside you a moment later, leaking down the curve of your ass and onto the grass below as Halsin continues to fuck him mercilessly. Zevlor shudders and shakes between the two of you as you pull back from the kiss allowing him space to breathe. You watch his face, memorizing each little detail as his eyes flutter and his mouth hangs open.

“Did you finish?” Halsin asks without so much as missing a beat.

“No. I take it you haven’t either?” you reply, licking the tip of Zevlor’s tail just to watch him convulse.

“I’ve got a little bit left. Shift backwards; I have an idea,” Halsin suggests, easing his hands off of Zevlor’s horns and down his sides to dip into the grooves at his hips.

Curiosity gets the better of you, so you shuffle backwards on the ground and let Halsin guide Zevlor down with a firm hand on his back. Zevlor catches on quickly, pulling you closer with his hands curled around your thighs. He’s mindful of his teeth as he buries his face between your legs, dragging his forked tongue up and down your vulva. You can’t help but grab his horns, encouraging him closer – an invitation he gladly accepts, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. He stares up at you, hellfire eyes blazing brightly in the moonlight as Halsin leans over him, kissing and nipping at his back. You feel his tail nudge your leaking core, and a moan escapes you as he slowly pushes it into you. It bends slightly, curling together to push into you and letting his cum dribble down between your thighs. His tail fucks in and out of you, making a wet popping noise with each sloppy thrust. You can’t help but pull him closer, squeezing your thighs around his head as you cum hard. A few rough thrusts from Halsin sends Zevlor lurching forward, nearly nicking you with his teeth before the three of you are finally still.

Halsin pulls out of Zevlor, crashing into the grass as you slowly let go of his horns. Zevlor slumps forward, curling up between your legs with his head on your chest. You let your leg straighten out, hissing at the stretch. A calloused hand gently rubs the cramp from it as the three of you stare up a the starry night sky.

“Whatever happens now, I’m glad we took this opportunity,” you admit to the stars.

“I’d gladly do it again if we find each other in Baldur’s Gate. If you’ll have me…” Zevlor mumbles, staring at the grass, fearing the sting of rejection.

“Zevlor, I’d go with you to Baldur’s Gate if I didn’t have to find Moonrise Towers,” you admit, carding your hands through his messy hair. “If this is something you want to continue, you need but only ask.”

“They are right. If you two aren’t opposed to it, I wouldn’t mind revisiting this moment at least a dozen more times,” Halsin hums, folding his hands behind his head.

“I’ll make sure to look for you in Baldur’s Gate,” Zevlor agrees quickly, forcing himself up to kiss you gently on the lips.

It’s a slow, lazy kiss that lets you lose yourself in him until Halsin pulls him away by the horn, kissing him as well. Zevlor melts into him as well, content to drown himself in whatever’s given to him. You can feel the rumblings of purrs against your stomach as he settles back down on your chest, the three of you unwilling to get up and return to the party just yet. You’ll have to eventually – time will need to move forward like always – but for now, you stare up at the stars, content to feel Halsin press against your side and listen to Zevlor doze on your chest.

#ao3 #nsfw #halsin #zevlor #reader insert #halsin x zevlor x reader #zevlor x reader x halsin

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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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We’re In This Together

You’re having a hard time coping with everything that's happening to you and your crew, but your Dream Visitor knows how to make you relax and keep you on the right path. His path, of course. You know about his true form and you’re intrigued by what those tentacles can do for you.

AKA please will an eight foot monster wrap his tentacles around you and lovingly use you as his fleshlight.

***

It’s been a bitch of a day. Your stomach is churning as you recall the manic gleam in Gale’s eye when he spoke about keeping the crown’s power for himself. Wyll wants you to decide whether he should sacrifice himself to save his father’s life. Karlach is going to die and you don’t know what to say to her, because there’s nothing you can say. To top it off, Lae’zel has been kidnapped by that madwoman, Orin.

Everything is too much. You rub a tired hand over your face as you sit before the crackling flames of the campfire. Who decided it was a good idea to put you in charge?

Tomorrow. You’ll fix it all tomorrow, you tell yourself as you crawl into your bedroll, your throat burning with despair. Everything will be clearer after a good night’s sleep, or maybe something will kill you and you won’t have to think about it anymore. That would be nice.

There’s blackness all around you as you drift off to sleep, and then stars prickle into life in the sky. You’re no longer at the camp, but in a dreamy, ethereal location with marble columns and purple twining flowers.

You see a tall elf with long, white hair, a handsome face, and knowing eyes striding toward you. He’s so beautiful that he takes your breath away, but this isn’t his true form. You’ve seen the real one, and he’s a mind flayer.

He stands head and shoulders over you in glinting armour, folds his arms, and gives a heavy sigh. “What a bundle of self pity you are tonight.” But there’s gentleness in his eyes as he says it.

“Shut up, Mr. Perfect. If this is all so easy, switch places with me and you do it.”

“We’re doing this together,” he assures you in that deep, velvety voice.

Are you? You want to trust him, but you’re still unsure of his motives.

He reaches out and takes your hand in his enormous one, and the gesture is so kind and comforting and you need comfort so much right now that you allow it.

Looking deep into your eyes, he says, “I would spare you if I could. You know I’m nothing without you.”

His thumb rubs circles on the centre of your palm and it feels so good. Why does he always know exactly what to say and do to make the tension in your body melt? And other parts of you melt as well.

He knows that, doesn’t he? He knows everything about you because he lives inside your mind.

“Yes, I know,” he says, answering the question that you didn’t ask aloud. “I’m flattered, but I’m nothing thinking about me. I’m thinking about you. I can help you relax,” he offers, the smallest smirk on his lips. “It’s the least I can do for you after all you’re doing for me.”

You’ve seen that smirk before. It’s the same pleased, secretive smile that was on his lips as he boasted that he saved your life. Twice. Then again when you spared his life inside the Astral Prism. He was so proud of himself for convincing you to be on his side, but he is a mind flayer after all. Everything about this species seems to be about domination and power.

“Why have you appeared to me in your elf form?” you ask.

He flicks a sideways look at you, that same self-satisfied smile on his lips. “No reason. I just felt like it.”

“What’s the real reason?”

“You are too clever, little one. You read me as easily as I read you.” He laughs softly and takes a look around at the heavens. When he finally turns back to you, his eyes have darkened. “Because I’m hoping to seduce you, and I believe you’re more attracted to this form.”

His confession sends a hot spark shooting through you. No doubt this is more manipulation. He’s trying to use you, but maybe you can use him right back.

Experimentally, you reach up and cup the nape of his neck. Stroke his strong jaw with your thumb. He’s solid and warm. Very solid. He feels real.

Moving toward you, he whispers, “I am real. Close your eyes.”

He waits to see what you will do--lift your chin to receive his kiss, or tell him that you're not crazy enough to try this with him?

If he wants to touch you, you can think of no better way to relax tonight. Your eyelids drift closed, and a moment later you feel the brush of his lips across yours, soft and questioning.

You open your eyes and you see that he’s wearing not the armour anymore, but robes that reveal his strong shoulders and chest. Heavens, he’s beautiful. The world can go away and leave you alone tonight, because crazy is looking and feeling pretty wonderful right now.

You hook your fingers into the fabric of his robes and pull his mouth down to yours.

He kisses you insistently, and you moan as his tongue flicks your lips.

“That’s right,” he murmurs softly in between kisses. “Just relax, little one. You’re safe here with me.”

You’re in your soft and thin sleeping clothes, and his large hands slide down to your ass, gathering you closer and kneading your flesh as he pulls you tightly against him. Your body molds to his muscles, you breasts pushing against him and your nipples tingling. This feels more real than anything that happens while you’re awake, and you give into it completely, opening your mouth so his tongue can caress yours.

He lifts you up in his arms and lays you down on blankets that have suddenly appeared.

You deserve someone kissing you and holding you like you’re precious.

It’s so hard being strong and steely all the time.

You don’t have to be strong right now.

You can be sweet and soft and surrender to this..

You frown slightly. Are these your own thoughts, or are they his? Some of them feel like his, as if he’s pushing them into your mind and making you believe them, but you don’t want to shove them away. It’s everything you want to hear right now.

Your Dream Guardian pushes your robes up your thighs and drags your underwear down your legs, hunger and possession lighting his eyes. He strokes your inner thighs wonderingly, like he’s never felt anything so soft.

Then he pushes your thighs apart and runs his fingers down your sex. “So pretty. I have been imagining the way you taste. I know that it’s...” He lowers his head and caresses you with his tongue, making you gasp and jump. “Wonderful.”

With a deep, contented sigh, he licks you again. As your breathing picks up, he strokes a finger down your sex, and then pushes it inside of you, all the way to the knuckle. You cry out loudly. Oh, by all the gods in the heavens. Nothing has ever felt so good before.

As he goes on licking and thrusting his fingers into you, you whimper and clench your hands on the blankets.

“This is one thing I like about this form. A tongue,” he murmurs.

“Which form do you prefer?” you gasp.

“Whichever you prefer,” he answers smoothly.

This form. Of course this form. Right? How would you even touch and kiss in his mind flayer form?

But even as you’re enjoying his soft tongue on your clit and his thick fingers pushing inside you, your heart and your core crave something...more.

Finally the words spill from your lips. “I want your true form.”

Your Dream Guardian sits up and looks at you, and for the first time you see worry in his eyes. The desperation of someone who hasn’t known intimacy in a long time. “Please let me stay like this. I worked so hard to make you trust me so I could finally kiss you. I can only persuade you so far that you...I don’t want this to end.”

You reach up and touch his face. “Who says it will end?”

He thinks about this for a moment, his fingers still moving in and out of you. Then he lowers his head and tastes you again, more insistently now. His voice is roughened with desire as he says, “You’re already irresistible. If I transform, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you go until I’m finished with you. It’s a primal form. Everything I have will want to latch onto you. You have to be sure.”

Everything he has. His tentacles? The mental image you get makes heat pulse through you, and he groans.

“Yes, just like that,” he whispers.

You’re so close to coming. Heat is balling up inside you as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot over and over. You don’t want this to end either. There’s so much more the two of you could have together. “Please,” you beg him. “I want your true form.”

He sucks thoughtfully on your clit, and this slowly sits up, considering your body. “It seems a waste not to use this form when I know you like it. Let me just…” He pulls off his long robe so his naked body is revealed to you. A breath-taking form. Strong thighs. A muscular stomach. He’s hard and his cock is thick and beautiful.

Wrapping his hand around his cock, he moves so he’s braced over you, and you feel the broad, plush head of him pushing against you, and then sinking into you, inch after inch of his length. He’s right. This is wonderful. His body is entrancing as he slowly starts to fuck you.

With each thrust, you moan louder and louder, your hands clenched on his shoulders.

“Yes. Beautiful. You’re so good to fuck. You take me so well,” he whispers. His voice is hypnotic. The adoring expression on his handsome face is everything you’ve ever craved. Heat swells inside you with every thrust and drag of his cock. It grows and grows until you can’t take it anymore. Your nails dig into his muscular shoulders and you cry out, pulling him closer and deeper into you until you’re left shaking and gasping.

“So you do want me like this,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you as he pulls out of you. “Then let us try the other way.”

You open your eyes to look at him but he covers them with his hand. Suddenly, the air around you shifts. Everywhere you’re touching him suddenly feels bigger.

When he takes his hand away, it’s a purple colour tipped with black claws. Your Dream Guardian is looming over you in his true form, with its tapered skull, luminous eyes, and four long tentacles where a moment ago there was a mouth.

So strange. But not unfamiliar by now. And...alluring. You reach up and stroke your fingers over his smooth, fleshy tentacles. His hands stay braced against the ground, but his tentacles move over you, exploring your breasts, your hips, between your thighs.

He watches you carefully as a tentacle pushes inside you, deeper than his cock. Thicker. It pulsates, making you cry out. Your whole body feels alive.

His cock has grown larger and turned a deeper purple than the rest of him, aggressively thickened, and with bumps along the underside and a slightly tapered head.

You don’t get much chance to look at it before he moves closer, the tapered head slipping easily into you, and thrusts inside you. You feel every bump. The tapered head probing sharply. The stretch of a thickness you’re not used to. He feels so strange, but as you cry out, you hold onto his shoulders with both hands, watching in fascination as the monstrous and strange cock moves in and out of you.

“Yes. This will work. But you need more. I want to give you everything.” His reverberating voice speaks inside your mind.

He pulls out and two of his tentacles snake down to caress your thighs before slowly massaging your sex. Pleasure ripples through you and you close your eyes and relax back. This feels right. This feels even better than his handsome elf form. His tentacles are firm and fleshy and first one of them pushes inside you, and then the other. You reach down and stroke your clit as the thick, slippery tentacles slide and thrust inside you.

He pulls you up and astride him. You put a hand out to steady yourself in his embrace but, faster than a striking snake, his other two tentacles wrap around your body and pin your hands behind your back.

Without pulling his tentacles out, he pulls you firmly and sharply down on his cock. The sensation is overwhelming. You’re not sure if you can take much more.

You feel a victorious growl inside your mind. He’s hungry for you. Greedy for you. “I have wanted you like this ever since we were connected. I am with you everywhere. I hear all your thoughts. I am always inside your head, but your body has fascinated me just as much. Each time your power has grown and evolved, I have craved you more and more. You’ve held yourself apart from me. You wouldn’t let me dominate you, but now you haven’t no choice.”

His clawed fingers dig into your waist, pricking sharply. Your sex clenches at his possessive, dangerous words, and then allows him deeper.

You can do this.

You want this.

A tentacle snakes up and wraps around your throat. You open your mouth to tell him that you don’t want him to stop, but the tentacle pushes past your lips and all the way to the back of your throat.

“I can hear you. I hear every thought you have. You can never hide from me. You’re mine.”

Your mouth waters around his tentacle. You feel saliva stream from the corner of your mouth and down over your breasts. So many wet, squelching, sucking noises fill your ears, along with your muffled moans and the deep rumbling from within his chest.

“You don’t want to think. You want to surrender to me. Have me dominate you completely. Fill you so full until there’s no room for doubt and uncertainty. Until there’s only me. Forever.”

One of the tentacles inside you slowly wriggles free, and he continues to move you up and down on his cock. Almost like a rag doll. You’re helpless in his grip. The tentacle pushes against the tight ring of your ass. That isn’t anything you’ve ever felt before. Your eyes open wide and alarm shoots through you.

The Emperor sends a soothing impulse into you at the same time as his tentacle slips inside you, just a little at first, and then worming deeper. Gentle ripples flow along its length in time with his cock moving in and out of you. By all the gods, that feels so strange, but so good. Your head falls back. Your eyes close. He moves even deeper into your throat. Deeper into your pussy adn ass. He would never hurt you. He only wants to give you pleasure, and he feels so good everywhere that he’s deep inside you.

“So good. So obedient, and all mine. This is what I can do for you. Only me. You love this, don’t you? Feel how good it is to surrender and do exactly what I say. Just a little more and we can be together forever. Just a little more. Just a little more…”

The mind flayer pushes deeper and deeper, stretching your ass, and making your pussy throb. Your core is lighting up with every rough thrust. All the delicious tension is winding your body tighter and together.

“You were made to be fucked like this. You were made for me. Only me. ”

Suddenly, all the tension in your body releases in an overwhelming rush. Your core burns with golden light. You feel his victory and self-satisfaction stabbing through you along with his cock, driving your climax higher and higher. You’re his. He owns this pleasure. He owns you.

Every place he enters you convulses against his cock and tentacles, gripping and squeezing him. His pride and victory turn to urgent pleasure as your body works its magic on him. His thrusts grow sharp and selfish. Needy. Faster. His panting fills your ears and his pleasure fills your mind. He hasn’t let go in so long.

A spasm goes through you as he bursts inside you, and he pulls your body roughly against his and rocks you back and forth in his embrace. You’ve never felt anything like this. You never want to leave him. He lets go of your hands, and you wrap your arms around him.

Slowly, you both open your eyes. He lays down on the ground, taking you with him and withdrawing his tentacles from everywhere but keeping his cock inside you.

With your cheek pillowed against his shoulder, he strokes you lovingly and murmurs, “I need to stay inside you longer. I’m not ready to let you go. Sleep. You may stay here with me as long as you need to rest. Time passes differently here, and when you finally awake, you’ll be deeply rested, your mind will be clear, and you’ll understand everything you have to do for me. For you. For us.”

You close your eyes, your whole body relaxing and feeling deliciously full, and you drift off into dreamless sleep.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hoped this pleased your horny monster heart. Please leave me a comment/reblog and let me know what you think.

#oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck #bg3 #the emperor x reader #dream guardian x reader

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Star Wars - Malavai Quinn NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he will ask you exactly what you need of him and he’ll have it prepared for you, he’ll bring water, oils to massage into your skin, prepare your bath, anything and everything

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): there isn’t just one thing this man can focus on , he’ll fixate on the most random things when it comes to you, it usually starts innocently its his mind wandering that turns things,,,weird, the way your neck looks when you throw your head back and laugh, the sway of your hips when you walk, your fingers when you grip something , the more he represses his needs, the more he wants you

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is ashamed of how much he enjoys making a mess of both you and himself, getting cum stains out of imperial uniforms is hell but you make it worth it

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): I can see him as being into some type of roleplaying, the whole preparation for a scene, the discussion about your roles, the clothes you two get, all this anticipation and build up is foreplay on its own for him

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has his fair share of experience, good and bad, he isn’t comfortable discussing it but he definitely proves his experience with his actions, he gets so cocky when you praise him

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes the basics, why try something uncomfortable that has a 50/50 chance of working for either of you, when the basics already work just fine

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): definitely on the more serious side, he can be playful and he always slips up with some very sweet gestures but he is just more composed in general

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): keeps everything clean and smooth, smells very strongly of aftershave

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he can be very romantic when he wants to, he'll prepare you a nice dinner ,buy some expensive wine and then he'll serve you properly ,in more ways than one

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he usually does so to unwind, get you off his head for a bit, he’ll tap into one of his favourite fantasies of you ,bite into his gloves to muffle himself and try to get it over quickly, only dragging it out to try to replicate how you would touch him, he always feels guilty afterwards and it doesn’t even really help quell his need for you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): praise ,a light bdsm dynamic, roleplaying etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he doesn't want to push his luck with breaking any codes or laws, so will mostly settle for the privacy of your rooms, however, he does have his moments of clouded judgement where he’ll let his hands wander a bit too much for it to be appropriate

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): he definitely has a big praise kink so any sort of compliment does it for him, call him a good boy and he is immediately dropping to his knees and spreading you open for him

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): bringing other people or being watched by others, he would hate it, this is your moment of privacy, something just for the two of you to share

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): this man is very very skilled with his mouth and fingers and he truly enjoys spending his time going down on you, will let you grind into his face for hours if thats what you want

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): slow and intentional, he works you methodically, pressing exactly where you need him, unless you ask for something else, he lives to please you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): doesn't feel strongly about them either way, if it’s in his hand he wants to take his time with you, but he won’t deny you ,most of the time unless he is drowning in work, makes sure to make it up to you later though

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): not much of a risk taker ,wants things to be planned out ,wants to experiment but it has to be done properly for the best and most pleasant experience

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he knows exactly how to properly pace himself and will make sure to give you at least one orgasm before he is done, even if it means he finishes in his pants a second after you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): wants to pick things together, everything expensive and custom made and crafted just for the two of you to bring out in the bedroom

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not really a tease ,can be playful but he just isn’t the type to tease, he also gets really frustrated if you tease him, he’ll hide it but the way he clenches his jaw and tightens his fingers on anything he is holding when you ask if he is okay says it all

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he starts out really quiet ,only panting and hissing through his teeth but the closer to cumming he gets, the whinier he is

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): absolutely a switch, he likes to let you manhandle him as much as he likes taking control from you, he’ll easily crawl for you one night and the other he’ll have you over his knee

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): average size ,it flushes red much like the rest of him when he is horny

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he really yearns, shoves his emotions down and hopes they fizzle out eventually, tries to keep his mind on his work but the more he does it the more distracted he becomes

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he tries to get as much work done as possible before he is exhausted ,he’ll apologise if you end up waking up cause of him and will put a bit of verbal struggle if you try to drag him back to bed, he goes easily if you use a petname though

#malavai quinn #malavai quinn x reader #smut #star wars #swtor #ooft

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Meeting Pinhead (2022) for the first time

Requested: Yes! [Hi!!! Would you mind writing first-meeting Pinhead (2022) x reader? Thanks you heaps 🫶🫶 - Anon]

Warnings: Mentions of blood and corpses, nothing graphic

A/N: sorry this took so long and that it’s still short. But, I don’t know, I feel like the first meeting would be brief anyways if they decide not to kill you for whatever reason.

They were beautiful as they stood above you, soaked in blood. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to care that it was your friend’s blood or that their corpse was less than a few meters away from you, mesmerized by the otherworldly being you were staring at.

And they stared back, eyes unblinking as their companions watched on in silence, eyes only for their leader, none but the Priest’s on you. Eyes locked, unable to look away, unable to break from the trance you were both trapped in. And when they opened their mouth, their voice sounded more heavenly than any choir.

“Curious.” They whisper, trailing their fingers over your cheeks, watching as your eyes flutter shut, weak to their touch. “Very very curious.”

You melted, not even caring about the blood they smeared on your face, more focused on the way they seemed to trace patterns into your skin. What they were, you couldn’t tell, but they seemed pleased with your compliance.

They placed the lament configuration in your hands.

“Take care of this for me, Little One.” They tell you, nails dragging down your neck so gently but they were so sharp that they still drew blood, thin as the cuts were. “And perhaps I will come visit you sometime soon.”

And then they were gone.

#yesssssss #hellraiser #slashers #hellraiser 2022 #pinhead #pinhead 2022 #pinhead x reader #pinhead 2022 x reader #reader insert #the priest #the priest x reader

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Contentment

What can I say, I woke up today and chose snuggles. Small sequel scene to my fic ‘Cover Your Crystal Eyes’.

Jedi Knight x Lord Scourge Words: 925

The first morning he wakes up next to Scourge, Cas turns a look over his shoulder, and smiles.

They must have shifted positions during the night. He remembers being settled on top of Scourge, drifting off with his head tucked beneath the other’s chin, feeling the slow swell and fall of the Sith’s broad chest beneath his cheek.

Now Scourge is a bulwark of warmth against his back, his body not so much moulded to Caspian’s as Cas is to him. One weighty arm is wrapped easily around the Jedi, his scarlet hand spread over the dark skin of Cas’ abdomen, where he can feel the steady rhythm of his partner’s breathing against his palm.

Cas studies the Sith fondly for another moment, soaking in the view, before passing an idle glance around the cabin of his ship. Early sunlight is threading itself through the narrow windows, melding with the muted glow of the gold-lit panels that border the walls and floor. With the Seeker at rest in its glade behind the Alliance base, and no other occupants aboard, the entire ship is so quiet, so calm, and the Commander is basking in it.

Sighing happily, Cas shifts himself closer against Scourge, sinking deeper into the Sith’s heavy embrace. Sleep is still dragging at his eyes and his brain, and the temptation to succumb to it again is undeniable. But there’s something to be said for savouring this as well, this liminal place between consciousness and slumber, where his entire existence has been reduced to the softness of sheets and the warmth of unyielding muscles now relaxed against him in repose.

A tiny smirk pulls at the Jedi’s lips. The irony of the situation has not escaped him; that for all the Jedi Order’s talk of finding serenity, and clarity, and peace, Cas has at last found all of this here: in the powerful, protective arms of a Sith.

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#this is so good #i love this so much #star wars #swtor #lord scourge #jedi knight #lord scourge x jedi knight #it's so soft

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Star Wars Baddies: Cuddles

I’m calling this group baddies because they’re not full-on bad guys. They’re just a little morally ambiguous sometimes. Lil baddies….

Thrawn

Very reserved in public. Only socially acceptable amounts of touching.

But when he gets you all to himself… he wastes no time pulling you in and settling down

Likes when you put your head on his chest

He’ll stroke your hair and run his fingers along your arms and hum softly until you’re on the brink of sleep

But also secretly enjoys laying on your chest, too. Just listening to you breathe. Hearing your heartbeat.

Very gentle, soft cuddles

Isn’t too big on sleeping super close, but will make his way to your side of the bed by morning

Waking you up with light kisses along your neck

Especially the morning after. He’ll have such pleasant memories and want to be close to you again as soon as possible.

Anakin Skywalker

ALL ABOUT THE CUDDLES. VERY MUCH. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

Maybe too much sometimes

He’s been called clingy before and it really bothers him because he’s just expressing his love and how can that be a bad thing?

So if he found an S/O that initiated cuddles as much as he did, he’d be happy forever and ever

He’ll sneak cuddling into almost every activity. One way or another, he’s getting his arms around you.

If you get into an argument, he’ll let you cool off for a bit, but then you’ll feel his arms slinking around you from behind, and his face will slowly bury into your neck, and he’ll hold you like that until you forgive him.

He’ll hold you while you both sleep, too

Big spoon. Little spoon. Foreheads pressed together. Limbs tangled. He don’t care. Just please be as close as possible.

Even after a “spicier” evening he’ll want to hold you for a bit. Soaking you in.

Boba Fett

So…

He doesn’t hate hugs or cuddles. He doesn’t avoid them.

He just doesn’t really… think about? Like it doesn’t occur to him that oh, you’re sitting next to me, maybe I could put an arm around you?

If you snuggled up against him for a bit, he’d think it’s really sweet.

And he’d probably keep thinking about it for a few days.

But you’ll have to watch out for subtle hints that it’s too much. If he shifts beneath you, you should start making your way back to your own seat. If he’s squirming, you’ve overstayed your welcome.

More accepting of cuddles after “fun times.” If you can make him feel something like that, you deserve whatever softness you want.

He sees other couples with their hands all over each other and thinks it’s overkill.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves you Very Much.

Just not on that level - he’ll show you in different ways…

Hondo Ohnaka

Big Fan of the cuddles

Not as crazy as Anakin. He doesn’t need it to confirm his relationship’s going well

But it is really nice and just adds to his happiness with you

He’ll be more snuggly if he hasn’t seen you in a while

Likes playful cuddles. Piggyback rides. Tickle-fights that turn into hugs. Whispering silly sweet nothings in your ear in the wee hours of the morning…

Will be the big spoon 75% of the time. 15% the little spoon. 10% wrapped around your body in random ways (just accept it)

Doesn’t always understand the concept of personal space

Your life is his life. Why be separated?

So if you need a little room to breathe, just set some boundaries. He won’t do it on his own but he’ll be super respectful of your needs and won’t force you to cuddle when you’re not in the mood

Maul

Takes a while for him to warm up to cuddling on a regular basis

Not that he doesn’t want to - this guy’s always thinking about getting you close

But he wants those moments to be special. Just the two of you. It’s a lot to balance his work life a little better and find time to steal you away

He prefers reclining back with you nuzzled up under his chin.

But he also secretly likes when you give him hugs from behind.

Is very mindful of his horns. Would rather not deal with puncture wounds during snuggle time.

Would also rather be the big spoon

But only as you’re falling asleep. Or right when you wake up.

Otherwise he needs a little more space in bed or he’ll get claustrophobic

Don’t take it personal - he was on his own for a long time and some changes are hard to get used to

#thrawn #thrawn x reader #darth maul x reader #darth maul #boba fett #boba fett x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #hondo ohnaka #hondo ohnaka x reader #star wars #reader insert

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Star Wars Baddies: Little Caring Things

Little things you could do to show you cared for this random assortment of villains, scoundrels, and rogues….

Thrawn

Go for long nature walks and join in his wonder at the beauty of it all

Ask him about his home and childhood

Check in with him on your plans/whereabouts so he doesn’t worry

Run your fingers through his hair, especially at the end of a long day

Anakin / Vader

Be ready for an adventure to happen at any time, no complaints

Laugh at his jokes no matter how dumb (or dark)

Call him pet names. The sillier the better.

Sit as close to him as possible, whether it’s scooting your chair over or being full-on in his lap

Boba Fett

Don’t ask about his past, but listen if he chooses to share on his own

Take care of some chores/errands for him so he has time to rest

Praise, so he knows he’s been making good decisions

Just be there. Don’t disappear.

Hondo Ohnaka

Surprise him. Gifts, hugs, visits to his raids…

Be willing to have an open door policy for your home. He’s big on community.

Share everything with him, no secrets

Make him your go-to for any and all maintenance problems

Maul

Jump into his hugs, even if he’s only been gone for a few hours

Tell him all about your day. He likes to hear about normal things.

Keep the house clean so he doesn’t have to worry about it (because he will, obsessively)

Plan a getaway every so often, and make sure he doesn’t think about work

#yessss #star wars #this is what i needed today #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn x reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett #darth maul x reader #darth maul #hondo ohnaka #hondo ohnaka x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader

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In More Ways Than One - Bad Batch x F!Reader

Summary: A night out with the Batch almost turns into a bar brawl, until your quick thinking sets up the perfect cover. Then your squad starts thinking it doesn't have to stay a cover. Sharing is caring, after all.

Tags: Implied smut, but mostly build up, fluff, and backstory.

Warnings: Sexual harassment by other clones.

Notes: Hey y'all, first fic posted here on Tumblr. I love writing and I wanted to give back to this community- I was feeling so ashamed of my thoughts, and then my friend pointed me to tumblr, and I found all you thirsty hos. (Thank goodness). This will be a series, of sorts, that will be mostly smut after this starter. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5

“OHHH YEAH!!” Wrecker cries, breathing in the atmosphere of 79’s. “It’s about time we had this kind of fun!”

Clone Force 99 was on shore leave, and as the squad’s medic you had prescribed them all IMMEDIATE non-combative fun - mostly because YOU needed it (heh, the perks of power). Just you and the boys, YOUR boys, unless someone picked up an extra companion for the night… which never seemed to happen. The Batch is still in their armor, but you chose to relax a little- just some easy out and about evening clothes that make you feel good about yourself. Sometimes under all that armor, you forget what it’s like to be a WOMAN.

It helps that the Batch call you ‘the Queen’ - you wield your medic privileges like a scepter, ruling the ship’s wellness like your own little kingdom. It was the reason clone command kept you on with the 99- they wouldn’t take regs, and every other medic had quit within a month. You, however, weren’t scared off by their reckless risk taking- you THRIVED on it, knowing that if they planned to continue this thrill ride, then they’d better be healthy and hearty, dammit. When put like that, the squad started seeing you as an ally, not an enemy, and adopted you as one of their own.

You look around at the Batch, feeling your heart smile at each of them. Hunter leads the column, as always- ready to defend, senses alert even here, grounded, aware. This trip was for HIM, too- giving him a chance to take the night off from being on constant alert- but you could only ask so much from a highly sensitive active-duty Sergeant.

Wrecker and Echo follow, Wrecker getting pumped to the music, Echo looking around to see if he knows any of the clones present. The innocents- sort of. Wrecker with his unbridled glee for life, Echo with his purity of self, always looking to do the right thing for his brothers and the Republic. You link arms with both in a moment of joy and they both smile at you.

Tech and Crosshair bring up the rear. Tech is finishing some repair notes on his holopad (insisted he couldn’t relax until it was done). You allow it only to let his mind wind down before you claim a table- he’s still paying attention. Crosshair just observes the crowd. His silence is comfortable by now- he’s always listening, he just doesn’t speak unless he has something to say. Hunter might be able to detect more physically- but you suspect Crosshair sees more intellectually.

“Why are we here again?” Crosshair asks, unimpressed.

“It’s the only place that Wrecker can enter the dance floor without hitting all of the overhead lighting. That, and the Queen enjoys it.” Tech says, glancing up from his work. “There are fouler places.”

“Come on, you two, lighten up. It’s not like you have to live here.” Wrecker says, punching Crosshair in the arm as you all head to a table off in a dark corner- Hunter is wearing a device Tech fashioned to be able to bear the sights, noises, and smells, but it could only tune out so much.

“True, living with YOU is far worse.”

“Oh stop it, Crossy.” You know he hates that nickname, so you use it when he’s being a- “Just stay over here and glare everyone away, you’ll be fine.” You turn to see his reaction. “See, you’re so GOOD at it.”

“You give me lots of practice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Wrecker pounds the table with both fists. “Enough with the talk, more with the drinks!”

Hunter looks over to the Genius. “Who’s turn is it, Tech?”

Tech finally holsters his holopad. “The Queen’s, then mine, then Echo’s.”

Wrecker grins at you, “Alright, your majesty, you’re up!”

You push your chair out. “Yes, yes, but only because I am a kind and benevolent ruler. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, please?”

“You’re the one who attracts trouble,” Hunter counters.

“It’s not MY fault I’m cute,” You snort, heading for the bar.

Wrecker looks at Hunter while the others watch you leave. “It’s not?”

Hunter smiles. “Eyes front, boys.” Three heads snap to look at him, blushes creeping up on their faces.

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The bar isn’t very busy- there’s a lull at this time of night- the early risers are trickling out, and the late night partiers have yet to come in. You slide up and smile at the bartender, leaning over on one hand as you casually order your drinks. The bartender starts working, and you settle in to wait.

“Look, fellas, that’s an invitation if I ever saw one.”

You can tell that he’s drunk by his voice alone, and you mentally roll your eyes. To play nice, or not to play nice?

You stand straight and look over to the three clones down the bar. You don’t recognize the markings on their armor, but you do recognize the high level of inebriation in their body language. Fabulous. This is nothing new, regs hit on you all the time, but this promises to be of the very unpleasant variety.

You keep your tone even, but you don’t force a smile. “Can I help you, trooper?”

“Oh no, you can go back to leaning over if you want, I was just enjoying the view.”

“Unless you want to give us a closer look.”

“No thank you,” you say dismissively, looking back towards the bartender, hoping that’s the end of it.

“Aw come on, don’t be such a prude. At least give us a smile.”

“Is there a problem?”

You all turn to see Crosshair standing with his arms crossed, glaring at the regs. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“They sent me to help carry drinks.”

Uh-huh. You smile to yourself- the boys could be a bit protective, even if you could take care of yourself.

The one on the left takes note of his markings and laughs. “The defect squad’s in 79’s? That explains it, you must be their little ice queen!”

You work to keep the irritation from your face. Did those damn Regs even turn your NICKNAME into an insult? WT actual F?

The one sitting in the middle takes a swig of his drink. “I’ve heard of you. Won’t give any clones the time of day, huh? Hands full satisfying the Sad Batch?”

“Are you done here?” Crosshair gives good cold-shouldered contempt- probably why he was sent over instead of the others. You call to the bartender, asking him to bring the drinks to your table. He waves, so you nod at Crosshair.

“Excuse me.” As you start to walk away, you feel one of them catch your wrist and pull you back. It’s the one in the middle. This one is working on your LAST nerve.

His grin is mean, his face is close, his breath smells like whiskey. “You don’t have to go with these rejects, you know. Don’t you want to see what REAL clones are like? Trust me, we’ll show you a much better time.”

Before you can react, Crosshair latches onto his wrist, squeezing it until the reg loosens his grip with a yelp.

“Leave. Her. Alone.” He spits the words out like the threat they are, dropping the clone’s wrist like it was something nasty. You smirk as you massage your own wrist, following Crosshair.

“No wonder they call you the whore of the 99- you come whenever they call. Probably in more ways than one.”

Oh, so this reg wanted to die.

Crosshair whirls, murder in his eyes. You have about .5 seconds to decide to help him or stop him.

As much as you’d LOVE to see your Marksman trounce these idiots, that would get you thrown out. A mischievous thought crosses your mind: they had given you the answer, something to keep them and future aspiring lovers off your tail.

“Cross, CROSS…” You stop Crosshair’s advance with your hand on his chest, leaning in close to him, your nose nestling in his neck. “Ignore them.”

“He CALLED you a-“

“I know, love.” You wrap one of his arms around your waist. Crosshair finally looks down at you, the murder fading from his eyes as he realizes what you’re doing. “They’re just jealous they aren’t you, or anyone else on the squad. They’re just jealous I’m yours.” You glance at the open mouthed regs over your shoulder. “If you start a fight, everyone will join in. Why waste your time on them when you could all be spending time with me?” You take his ever-present toothpick from his mouth, the other hand tracing a finger down his jaw line. “I know which I would prefer.”

Your finger gently pulls his jaw forward into a kiss. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes into your lips. They’re so soft, supple from all that toothpick teething. This feels way less strange than it should… You both linger a little bit longer than necessary…for show. Right?

You pull away just enough to whisper against his lips. “Lets go have our own fun, honey.” You turn, looking the shocked troopers up and down before flicking the toothpick at them. “Boys.”

You walk towards the squad, enjoying- er, feeling Crosshair’s hand on your hip.

His voice is close to your ear. “You’re letting them off too lightly.”

You grin up at him. “You mean letting them off alive?”

He looks down at you from the corner of his eyes. “I wouldn’t have killed them.”

“And that would be unforgivable.”

Crosshair smirks but doesn’t take his eyes off you when you face forward. That was quick thinking on your part, and probably very effective… and incredibly, incredibly hot. He finds himself hoping more regs bother you throughout the night, if it means he needs to keep proving “you’re theirs”. He blinks and looks towards the squad, trying to shake the thought out of his head, just like all the thoughts of you before today. His hand is suddenly aching to start tracing the outline of your spine- he moves it away before he can oblige.

“You owe me a toothpick.”

Hunter is sitting with his arms crossed, face unreadable as you rejoin them.

“What in karking hell was THAT about?”

“Yeah, what were you two KISSING for?” Wrecker says, confused more than anything.

You speak before Crosshair has a chance. “I wanted to make it clear I was unavailable.”

“Did it work?”

You turn to the Marksman, eyebrow raised. “Crosshair?”

He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes before looking back at Hunter. “They’ll leave us alone.”

“Good!” Wrecker grins as the bartender appears, a full tray of drinks in his hand. “Then let’s have some FUN! YEAH!”

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You’re all on your second drinks, belly-laughing at one of Echo’s gossipy stories about the Captain of the 501st before you excuse yourself for the restroom. The Batch watch you walk away before turning en masse to the Marksman.

“Alright, Crosshair, what happened?” Hunter asks, eyes intent on his brother’s face.

Crosshair moves his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, glancing to make sure you were out of earshot. “They called her a whore.”

“They WHAT?!” Echo and Wrecker are on their feet.

Crosshair folds his arms and leans back in his chair. “Apparently that’s what the regs are calling her- the whore of the 99.”

Wrecker’s anger only subsides a little in his confusion. “What…What does that mean?”

“That she’s making it with all of us, that she’s OUR whore. Saying that’s why she won’t flirt with any of the regs.”

Tech relaxes, indignant but assured. “Well, I’m glad she had the chance to set them str-“

“She acted like it was true.”

Silence. For once, even Tech was at a loss for words. “She…she what?”

“That’s what she meant by ‘making it clear she wasn’t available’.”

Echo sits again in disbelief. “Wait, wait, she wants this rumor to continue?”

Wrecker looks around at his brothers, trying to piece this all together. “So, is that why you kissed her?”

“It stands to reason that if this were to work long term, we would all have to be ready to help her back up this claim," Tech muses.

“So we’d ALL have to kiss her?”

“I don’t think any of us are particularly opposed to that.” Hunter says quietly, looking at his squad. Each one turns red, only Crosshair keeping his head up.

“Stop that, it’s annoying,” he glowers.

Echo recovers next. “But sooner or later it’s going to come out that it isn’t true. We can’t be worried about play acting while we’re on missions with other squads.”

“What if we weren’t play acting?” Hunter asks pensively.

They all look at him blankly.

He sips from his glass. “What if she WERE ours?”

Wrecker’s mouth hangs open. Echo can only blink. Tech puts his chin in his hand, thinking. Crosshair silently stares at them all. No one objects. No one says anything.

“I know none of you would mind the idea- and I’m well convinced she wouldn’t either.”

Echo finds his voice. Barely. “Hunter, you can’t be serious. She’s in our SQUAD. She’s a SOLDIER. Command would never allow it.”

Hunter’s laugh is short and low. “We’re the Bad Batch, trooper- we’ve always done things differently.”

Tech speaks up from his musings. “Theoretically, this scenario works well- she wouldn’t need to worry about solicitations... and we…”

“We get to share the one woman we’re all attracted to without compromising or segregating our squad.” Hunter’s serious face gives way to a small smirk. “Even share her at the same time- on occasion.”

They fall silent as each member wrestles with their own excitement. Could this really happen?

“There’s no way she’ll go for this.” Echo quietly reasons. “One, MAYBE two, but not… ALL of us.”

Hunter stands slowly, finishing his drink in one gulp. “Only one way to find out.”

“Where are you going?” Tech asks, adjusting his goggles.

“Those regs are facing where she is- gotta help make it convincing.” He walks off towards the dance floor.

Echo massages his face in exasperation and disbelief. This squad was INSANE. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Nothing has happened yet.” Tech finishes his own drink. “For all we know, Hunter could be letting the spotchka do the talking…” He looks up to where Hunter disappeared. “Though, I, for one, hope it isn’t.” His voice is quiet, but earnest. The rest stay quiet, thinking their own thoughts, unsure of what to hope for and what to expect.

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You finish checking your reflection in the mirror, that kiss with Crosshair still on your mind. You had broken one of your rules- don’t seem to pick one over the others. You hadn't really MEANT to, it was just all you could think of in the moment. They probably accepted it for what it was- just a tactic, you were worrying for nothing. You groaned to yourself and massaged your temples. In your ideal world you knew how each of them kissed, how each one felt beneath your hands or in your mouth or between your thighs- but this was the real world. And you couldn’t bear the idea of picking just one. So you picked none. And that was just the way it was. With a resolved sigh and a wink to yourself in the mirror, you open the restroom door to make your way back to the batch.

Looking at the dance floor, you see the regs from earlier seated at the bar, watching the dancing throng. You roll your eyes, turning to head back to your table- but a hand lightly grabs your arm and pulls you towards the wall. Ready to punch, you make eye contact with…

“Hunter!” You lightly punch him in the arm. “Don’t DO that, I was about to deck you!”

He grins, pulling you in so you can hear him against your ear. “Didn’t think you would hear me.”

You smile. “That’s probably true. What is it? Did you come to babysit?”

“Kind of.” There’s something different in his voice. You notice his hand has moved to your back, that you’re pressed up close to him. “Crosshair told us about what the regs said.”

Your eyes were getting sore from all this rolling. “Of course he did.”

“He also told us you played along.”

“Yes, hoping it would spread to others. I don’t exactly RELISH fighting them off.”

“Shall we make sure they get the point?”

Confusion. Suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“You wanted it clear that you belonged to ALL of us, right?”

Small lightbulb. “…yeees?”

“Well then,” his voice was practically a purr, “shall we give them more proof?”

You pull back to look at him. Your mind is screaming at you to remember the rule you JUST TALKED ABOUT, but you can’t keep the suspicious smile from spreading across your face. “…If you think it would be a good id-“

He tilts your head up to him and kisses you, starting off light, gentle, but deepening with each wave. Maker, he was a good kisser. You slide your arms around the back of his neck, ignoring that inner voice and giving in to the moment. He lightly bites your bottom lip, swallowing your gasp before pulling your body into his. You barely manage to keep your tongue under control. Thank goodness his armor separates your bodies, or you might take it too far-

And just like that, it’s over, he pulls away slightly to smile down at your swollen lips. He glances up towards the bar.

“Looks like they got the picture.”

You laugh lightly. “Damn, Hunter, I think every clone in a 3 click radius got the picture.”

“Good. Then they’ll believe you’re ours.”

“Exactly.” He can hear a thrill in your voice, subtle, but present. He was right. He could feel himself pushing against his codpiece at the thought, emboldening him in his next steps.

“It doesn’t have to be pretend, you know.”

You turn to him, eyes suspicious. “Pretend what?”

“To be ours. You could be, all of ours. If you wanted to.”

You blink, unsure you heard correctly. “Hunter, have you had too much to drink?”

He smirks. “No, but I can see how you would think that.” He leans in again, his voice next to your ear to be sure you hear each word. “Just think about it, mesh’la. We have.”

They have? All of them would agree to share you? Excitement sends a thrill down your spine and through your core, making you shiver ever so slightly. Damn. You hate that he probably knows exactly what just happened, his sensitivity gives him such an annoying insight into your reactions.

He grins. Yeah, he felt that. “Ready to head back? Or could they do with more convincing?”

You swat his arm playfully, smiling as you push yourself upright. “You are a bad man, Sergeant.”

“Comes with the territory.”

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The rest of the night is as fun as you hoped- drinks, dancing, laughter, deep conversations, and late-night food, REAL food. No one mentions the clones from earlier, or what happened with Hunter and Crosshair- it feels like nothing’s changed. It isn’t until the end of the night, heading back to the ship, that a thought pops unbidden into your head:

What would going home be like if you belonged to them?

You imagine being pinned to the floor of the marauder, Wrecker holding down your arms with Hunter’s head between your thighs, screaming for him not to stop. On your hands and knees with Echo in your mouth, Crosshair pulling you back onto him, their breathe fast and shallow. Tech losing control while you’re spread out on his worktable on Kamino, teeth biting into your neck as he-

“Your Majesty.”

You start and look up the ramp to see Hunter smirking down at you, leaning on the doorframe.

“Caught in a daydream?”

You want to make an excuse of some kind, cover it up, but it wouldn’t make a difference- he’s picked up your heartbeat, pupil dilation, your pheromones- fine. You’re a medic. You can play this game too.

You walk up the ramp one step at a time until you’re face-to-face. You lean in slowly, hands on his chest. “YOU told me to think about it, Hunter. So I’m thinking about it. And tonight, I’ll think about it as long as I want to. And you. Can. On. Ly. Listen.”

You feel his heart skip a beat before attempting to pound its way out of his chest. You smile at a point scored right in his face. He eyes you up and down as you smirk and walk past him into the ship.

“Boys, I brought one more round as a nightcap- who wants one?” Your suggestion is met with cheers and laughter. Could it really get any better than this?

Apparently, yes, yes it could.

#holy shit this is hot #bad batch #smut #nsfw #bad batch x reader #echo #hunter x reader #hunter #echo x reader #wrecker #tech x reader #tech #wrecker x reader #crosshair #reader insert #crosshair x reader

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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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Kissing the Bad Batch to escape from the Empire (with Rex and Cody!)

(I know the title is kinda confusing but just go with it for a second)

1.9k words ! suggestive (mainly with Crosshair) !

Looking back, when Cid said this was an “easy job”, you should have known better than to believe her. Apparently the simple supply pick-up was in a crowded city where everyone would be too busy with their own problems to even notice the Batch. In fact, the job was supposedly so easy, that there was no need to send the whole squad, just you and him.

What Cid failed to mention was that this particular planet had recently been seized by the Empire, with patrols of TK Troopers constantly on the streets, armed to the teeth and waiting for the likes of you. Thankfully, you’re able to pick up the supplies but just when you think you’re safe, a patrol of troopers comes into view. You need to think fast, knowing if they see you or his very recognisable face then you’re both screwed.

“Trust me?” you ask in a hushed whisper.

He nods his head and before he can question why, you pull him in for a kiss…

HUNTER

It’s like it happens in slow motion for Hunter and yet he’s still surprised when your lips touch his. He sees you getting closer than usual, your feet rising to your toes as you lean up.

At first, he doesn’t quite believe this is happening. He knows why you’re doing this, that this will perfectly cover both of your faces but there’s a small part of Hunter that wonders or well, hopes that maybe there’s another reason.

The instincts he’s been trying to ignore for months finally come to the surface and Hunter leans into the kiss, a small groan coming from his throat as he does.

Afterwards, he stays close to you, his breath ghosting your neck. Hunter doesn’t want to move away from you just yet, wanting to linger in your scent for a little bit longer.

Staying close to you helps ground him too. Since this is a pretty crowded city, you’re like a safe space for Hunter, making him feel secure as he listens out for the heavy boots of the TK Troopers or the crackling of any nearby comms going off.

Hunter doesn’t want to let this moment go but he doesn’t want to make this a big deal or turn it into something it’s not.

Despite any clear indications you give him, Hunter is still doubtful and so you’ll have to bring it up if you want to be anything more than friends.

TECH

It takes Tech a few seconds to analyse the situation but he’s quick to conclude that this is, in fact, a considerably effective method of escaping the TK Troopers.

Resting his hands on your hips, Tech manoeuvres you so you’re completely hidden, his back being the only part visible to anyone walking by.

He doesn’t necessarily relax into the kiss, too busy trying to listen out for any passing soldiers while thinking of another possible escape route if you were to potentially be caught.

But Tech’s a great multitasker, making sure to make the kiss a worthy one while listening out for the enemies and trying to figure out a plan B, C and D. As much as he wants to get lost in this kiss, he knows this isn’t the time nor place.

Tech takes this in his stride, not letting the kiss distract him completely. Once you eventually break the kiss, Tech cautiously looks out to make sure the coast is clear. After all, there’s still a mission to be completed and until you’re both back at the ship, danger could be around any corner.

“That was an excellent idea,” Tech praises, giving you an approving nod “the generalised uncomfortableness of interrupting a kiss is something many nat-born, TK Troopers will feel, often preferring to ignore the couple than interrupt them… yet another reason why they’re inferior to the clone army but that’s a conversation for another day”.

He doesn’t want to dwell on the kiss, preferring to immediately friendzone himself for you in the hopes of avoiding any miscommunications or awkwardness.

WRECKER

Wrecker isn’t really shocked, he’s more confused. With your lips on his, you can basically hear him hum a muffled “huh?!” against you.

Although he has no idea what to do while you’re kissing him, Wrecker is quick to melt into the kiss, pushing his confusion to the side and wanting to simply enjoy the moment.

Honestly, he’s just happy to be here so he lets you take the lead. Wrecker keeps his hands down by his side, letting you make any other moves as well as letting you decide when to break off the kiss.

Wrecker doesn’t want to be the one to pull away, wanting to savour your lips on his while he can. Hell, if you keep kissing him for the next half hour, Wrecker has no problem staying here and doing exactly that.

“What was that for?” he asks when the kiss is finally over, a wide grin on his face.

Expect everyone to know about this when you get back to the ship. Even if Wrecker tries to keep this to himself, he can’t, needing some advice from his brothers on what to do next

(and there’s a part of him that wants to brag about kissing you).

ECHO

A million thoughts race through Echo’s mind. Are you doing this to evade the troopers…or is there a part of you that’s been waiting for a moment like this? While his body freezes for a few seconds, his lips thankfully begin to kiss you back.

He’s very respectful, not trying to deepen the kiss or make any potentially risky moves. The last thing Echo wants to do is overstep a boundary.

Suddenly Echo finds himself paranoid about things that have never crossed his mind prior to this. Are his lips chapped? What does he do with his hand? Would it be weird to hold your waist? He doesn’t get to the answers of those questions, as the kiss comes to an end all too soon.

When you pull away from him and check to see if the troopers have moved on, it takes Echo a few seconds to kick back into gear, his brain foggy with desire.

When you both begin the walk back to the ship, Echo keeps you in the corner of his eye, wanting to say so much to you but with no idea how.

He knows this is a golden opportunity to confess his feelings for you but every time he opens his mouth to say something, the words get stuck in his throat.

In the end, he decides to swallow his feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship by confessing his desire to be more.

Even rotations after the kiss, Echo can’t stop thinking about the sensation of your lips on his. His mind keeps trailing back to that moment, yearning to relive it… but do you want the same thing?

(I know it doesn’t really work story wise but I just had to include Crosshair, Rex and Cody in these too lol!)

CROSSHAIR

When you kiss him, the first thing that pops into Crosshair’s head is that he needs to one up you. If you think you can surprise him with a kiss, then he’ll take it further, leaning into you until you begin to walk backwards.

When a wall presses against your back, Crosshair uses his arms to cage you in and further obscure your face from anyone passing.

He doesn’t shy away from the kiss, his tongue teasingly running along your lower lip... but that’s all he does; tease.

Crosshair likes to tease you, to see if you’ll rise to the bait and take it one step further. It’s like a game you two play and he can’t get enough of it.

He pulls away first, making you crave for more. Checking to see if the coast is clear, he gives you a firm nod before continuing back to the ship.

Afterwards, Crosshair keeps his cards close to his chest. He doesn’t really acknowledge the kiss, not making a typical sarcastic remark about it but not saying anything pleasant either.

In all honesty, Crosshair doesn’t know how to feel. He hasn’t felt this way about someone before and it’s weirdly intimidating for him. Crosshair isn’t sure what this feeling is but if you don’t mention the kiss, he’ll go back to his usual teasing self in no time.

REX

Rex forgets how to breathe. While you close your eyes, Rex’s eyes go wide open, utterly stunned by your actions. His whole body tenses as he starts to process what you’re doing.

Rex has faced many distractions on the battlefield, kriff, he’s even had siths play mind tricks on him and yet this kiss is by far the most effective distraction.

The only thing he can think about is you and how badly he’s wanted this for so long. His hand twitches, wanting to cup your face but he stops himself, not wanting to overstep.

Instead, he compromises with his doubts and simply takes your hand in his.

Rex could never entertain the idea of you and him being anything more than friends during his service to the Republic but what’s stopping you two now? He’s not sure what to do, too many emotions swiftly coming to the forefront.

Rex has to pull his gaze away from your lips afterwards, completely overthinking each move he makes and being extremely cautious not to make this weird.

He might seem distant when you get back to the ship but it’s not because he didn’t like the kiss. It’s the opposite actually and now he needs to figure out how to approach you about the possibility of you two ever becoming more than friends.

CODY

This isn’t what Cody expected when you asked him to trust you but he admires your bold move. Usually, he isn’t too eager to show affection in public but since you’re already kissing him, he decides to throw caution to the wind and fully embrace the moment.

He’s quick to follow suit, deepening the kiss as he pulls you flush against him. He knows why you’re doing this but there seems to be a lot of passion in a kiss that’s apparently just supposed to be a quick escape plan.

This can very quickly turn into a mini make-out session, both of you getting caught up in each other. This attraction between you and the Commander has been building for quite a while now and neither of you feel like backing down, the kiss overcoming you both.

Out of everyone, Cody is the quickest to realise you didn’t do this purely to evade the troopers and that there’s more to this. While Cody can be modest and he definitely thinks you can do better than him, he can’t ignore the signs that you may like him more than you’re letting on.

Immediately afterwards, he might seem a little cold but he’s not doing that on purpose. After all, you’re still in immense danger and need to get back to the ship ASAP so until then, Cody is still in ‘Commander’ mode.

When you’re both safe and onboard the ship, Cody brings up the kiss. He knows that if he doesn't talk this out with you now that he’ll just put it off out of fear of making things awkward.

Cody is determined to find out if the kiss meant something to you and if you feel the same way about him as he does you.

#bad batch #star wars #bad batch x reader #echo #echo x reader #wrecker #wrecker x reader #tech #tech x reader #crosshair #crosshair x reader #hunter #hunter x reader #captain rex #rex x reader #commander cody #commander cody x reader #captain rex x reader #reader insert

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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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GN!Reader & Omega — Chaotic Bff Shenanigans (Headcanons)

Requests: Open

@violetjedisylveon

Apologies for any typos or low quality (I'm a little rusty at headcanons), I don't have a beta reader and I started writing this really late at night. Or should i say early morning? (A.n. Cont. at end of post.)

Also, Happy (late) Life Day!

Chaotic Besties doesn't even begin to describe the two of you. More like Twin Terrors, Double Devils, Cohorts of Chaos . . . you get the idea. It was almost like you'd both made it your mission to singlehandedly give the Batchers grey hair.

On one of their trips they stopped on a planet that was in the middle of it's rainy season. When the Batch wasn't looking you and Omega got into a mud fight. By the time you're done, you both were covered head to toe in mud. Echo shook his head, muttering "Now I know what Rex felt like", and shooed you both into the fresher to clean the mud off.

Crosshair found some toy blasters that fired foam darts when the Batch was getting more supplies. He bought them for Omega and you to practice your aim. Totally not just because he thought you'd have fun playing with them. You both used them to sneak attack the Batchers.

An your pranks! Oh, Ka'ra help the poor Batcher that was on the receiving end of one of your pranks. They learned that lesson the hard way. Put simply, don't keep the two of you cooped up, without entertainment, in the Marauder for longer than 3 days. It was three weeks of haraan. Never again.

Sometimes though, you could wrangle one of her brothers into helping you with pranks. Wrecker was always on board with pranks, no matter which of the Batchers was the target. Surprisingly, Crosshair would help you with pranks. Not directly, but he would be the look out, distract the target, or give you ideas. (And if Hunter's the target, you can bet your bottom credit Cross will help you with the prank.) Echo, however, is The Master when it comes to pranks. If you wanted to pull off a really good prank, he's your man. (Rex didn't exaggerate when he said he was a menace.)

Whenever you were able, you and Omega would have a sleep over in her "room." You'd almost always end up staying awake long after everyone else had gone to bed, just talking and giggling over dumb stuff. (Until Tech catches you and lectures you on the importance of a good night's sleep. Oh the irony.)

One night you both had a ✨️brilliant✨️ idea. 'Why not create our own secret code just for the two of us?' (Once you created it) You used your code, hand signals you had come up with, to plot pranks right under the the Batchers noses. (Anytime one of her vode (usually Tech) started to catch on to the signals meanings you'd change to new signals.)

One day while being lazy outside on whatever planet they'd stopped on, you'd both realized that out of all of her vode, somehow, you'd never pranked Crosshair. And that needed to be remedied. (👈 it was that thought right there that should've made you realize you probably needed your heads examined.)

Regardless of what the prank was, the repercussions would be swift. To say that your life flashed before your eyes would be an understatement. You both thought you were as good as dead. Luckily, he seemed to be in a slightly merciful mood (shocking, amiright?) and settled on chasing you up a tree and waiting at the bottom. You were treed like a pair of tookas being chased by a massiff. He eventually lets you climb down. . .

Only to ambush you a little later. He gave you both a good dunking in a cold lake. You and Omega then decided that it was better pranking with him rather than against him. (That was probably a smart decision if you wanted to actually live to old age.)

Tech makes Omega a data pad. Big mistake. Especially with the camera mode. Because, like her brother Tech, Omega records (pretty much) everything. One of your favorite past times is trying to jump scare Omega's vode. It's always hard to jump scare Hunter. (Which makes it all the more satisfying when you do.) The two of you also now have plenty of blackmail material. 😌

Another thing that was a common reoccurance, was you and Omega bringing any injured or lost animals you found back to the Marauder. This time it was a tooka.

Omega: "Can we keep it?"

Y/n: "It's hurt and it can't take care of itself."

Y/n & Omega: *puppy eyes* "Please?!"

Hunter: "I'll think about it. But no promises."

(There's now a one eyed tooka that runs around Cids bar. He's become a favorite with the regulars.)

One planet they visited was covered in snow. Apparently Omega had never seen nor played in the snow. So, obviously, you taught her all the tricks you knew for building snowmen, snow forts, and making snowballs. And, obviously, you just had to put that knowledge to use by ambushing her vode. You got your shebs handed to you. Her brothers have good aim and a wicked throw.

Some bonus ones I had nowhere to put:

Hunter mixing up your names 'cause he's a Tired Dad™. "Omega– Haar'chak!– I meant Y/n!"

Hunter swears having you two around has sped up his aging.

You both are also very curious and love to experiment. Sometimes with not the best results: “What if we…” (literally a minute later) *something explodes*

(A.n. cont.)

I'm terribly sorry that it's not quite what you asked for. I really struggled with the original request and ended up scrapping what I wrote multiple times. Also life and the holidays kicked me in the shebs. It always happens the minute I say I have free time. Every time.

I really do like your idea though, so maybe (big maybe there) I can eventually write it as a oneshot. I'm so so sorry I couldn't get it done quicker.

#THIS IS THE CUTEST FREAKING THING #this post alone has added 6 months to my life #op deserves a high five and their favourite snack #star wars #omega & reader #platonic #bad batch #reader insert

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smolreadermadeoftrash · 2 years ago

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I just started wearing make up and I was wondering if I could suggest a little scenario with Crosshair or Echo just being mesmerized by their s/o’s make up process, eyelash curling , blush and when they just finished putting on a nice shade of lipstick . The boys just can’t resist and plant a kiss 💋

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Echo x GN!Reader

word count: 1.1k words

Echo watches you put makeup on and can’t help but fall a little deeper in love with you.

warnings: Mention of echo being slightly insecure but mainly Fluff. Reader wearing makeup. Not proofread.

Masterlist 🤍

You had caught him staring a few times now. Supposedly, it was new for the both of you.

There was no real reason as to why you started wearing makeup other than the fact you may enjoy the art form of it. You had seen so many senators wearing intricate makeup and after saving up a few credits of your own, you decided to give it a go. Plus, it made you feel good. It wasn’t much of a confidence booster but you thought you looked good. You just hoped Echo, your boyfriend had thought the same.

It’s dawn and the batchers are asleep. You’re awake however and since you’re all out going out together for a nice and rare walk into a nearby village, you thought you’d get a head start. After all, all of you fighting for the refresher in the morning was not your ideal morning routine.

Showered and dressed, you sat in the cockpit and luckily the sunlight was at the perfect hue for you to start applying makeup.

Propping up a miniature mirror you begin rummaging through your little bag of goodies but stop when you hear footsteps approach, you swivel in the chair and sure enough Echo emerges, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

A warm feeling grows in your stomach at the sight of your beloved and you mouth a ‘good morning’ to him, not wanting to be too loud.

“Hey mesh’la.” He murmurs softly, leaning over the chair and placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well?”

“I did thanks. Although Tech snoring did stop me from nodding off for a while.” You hum with a quiet laugh, starting to rummage through your bag again which caught his attention.

He says nothing so far, a little intrigued but somehow felt a little nervous. Echo knew he had nothing to worry about but after he overheard a bunch of shinies say that sometimes people wear makeup to attract others he felt a small waiver of insecurity.

You’re applying a thin layer of cream Echo notices, your skin looking softer than before. He watches as you let it dry before applying some kind of serums to your skin followed by a pink powder to your cheeks. “What’s that for?”

You’re midway applying when he asks rather abruptly and you turn to him a wave the brush around in your hand a little. “This pink stuff? Just a little bit of blush.”

“Oh…” he says slowly, not really understanding still. “And what does blush do?”

Smiling a little, you shrug. You’re new to this so you weren’t exactly sure yourself. “Erm, it just gives my cheek a pop of colour. A bit more…flushed? If that makes sense?” You say nonchalantly and finish applying it. You look in the mirror and frown. “I have put a little too much on though today. Oh well, every beginner makes their mistakes.

Echo smiles softly at you and leans back on the co-pilot seat. “I think it looks nice.” He tells you though his tone didn’t sound right.

“You sure?” You ask, a little curious and he nods.

“Stunning as always.” He compliments, making sure his words sounded believable because they are. You were beautiful and he was so, so lucky.

Echo sits back and watches the process, actually finding it more and more interesting as it goes on. Even enjoyable. However, he panicked a little when you were ‘curling your lashes’ as you said, not sure what would possess a person to put something so uncomfortable and dangerous looking by your eyelids.

“Can I ask you something? And please don’t get offended.” He’s twiddling with his scomp somewhat awkwardly and you grow increasingly concerned.

Oh no, he hates it. He hates you wearing makeup and probably thinks you look like a clown.

You try to ignore the thoughts the plagued your mind and nod for him to continue.

“Why, uh, are you wearing makeup nowadays? It suits you, you look beautiful but you always have.” He’s soft spoken and when you look at him, it clicks.

“I’m not wearing makeup for anyone else if that’s what you’re thinking.” Your tone is quite accusational but gentle. There had been times where Echo has told you that he can’t believe you’re with him and although he never asked for reassurance, you believed he may need it sometimes.

His eyes widen and he’s spluttering over his words. “I didn’t l, I mean… kinda. I’m sorry mesh’la.” He shakes his head almost shamefully so you lean over on your chair and place a hand to his knee and offer a smile.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You tell him and he seems to relax, reaching out and holding your hand.

“You really do look beautiful. Before and after.” He complimented you and now that his silly self-doubts had vanished, he was more intrigued on the art form of it all. “So, what other make up do you wear?”

You didn’t wear much more after that as you’re a beginner but a small idea popped into your head. A mischievous one. You tried to hide your smirk as you mumbled a small ‘well’ and pulled out a darker shade than you had ever experimented with before.

He watched you apply it with careful and steady hands. He grows warm when he sees the colour, finding it to be rather alluring and makes your lips look awfully inviting. “And that’s it. What do you think?”

You spin to face him fully, smiling innocently to gauge his reaction. He’s speechless for a moment and let out a breathless exhale. “Can I kiss you, or?”

He asks shyly, not wanting to spoil your makeup if he were to bestow a kiss upon your lips.

“Of course you can sweetie, don’t have to ask me twice.” You say with a short laugh and soon enough Echo stands for a moment before kneeling before you and places a hand to the back of your neck. He pulls you down and ever so gently kisses you. It’s heartwarming and absolutely glorious, something you will never got tired of.

He pulls away, eyes still closed which was when you took action. Your hands clasp on either cheek of his and you pepper kisses around his mouth, cheeks, nose, head until your lipstick marks stained his face.

Echo realises what you’re doing and despite trying to free himself without hurting you, he’s laughing heartily. “Mesh’la no!” He chuckles, groaning playfully that he now knows his face is covered in your lipstick stains.

You pull away finally after placing a firm one back to his lips and grin wide. “Beautiful!”

He blinks up at you and you so wished you had your datapad with you to capture this moment. “You’re lucky I love you.” He sighs, standing and taps his cheek and sure enough, the colour of his lips tattooed his fingers.

“And I’m lucky to love you.” You muse. He almost melts at your words and despite the state of his face currently, he was certain to love you forever.

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