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fem fortress… 2 (?)

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Closet Fun | fem!reader x Dom!Konig

MDNI

Konig joined 141 needing a fresh start, and on a slow day on base, Soap suggested that you, Gaz, and Konig play hide and seek. But when you're hiding in a closet with Konig, things get heated....

TW: konig is a tad mean/demanding, thigh riding, locked in a closet, Konig is a teaser, use of Maus (I can't help myself)

Not proofread, I wrote this fast so it's lowkey lazy

this is my first cod fic I'm publishing plz be nice

It was Soap’s idea for him, Gaz, you, and Konig to play hide and seek one slow day on base. It was Team 141’s day off, but most everyone else was occupied. Ghost opted to go to a bar by himself, not interested in the other members’ gam

“Okay, Soap’s it!” Gaz said after the third round. 

All took off in different directions, and you found a spare closet down one dingy hallway. You quickly hid inside and peeked out through the crack to check for Soap. But then you saw Konig’s massive form, and you opened the door and whispered.

“Konig, hide in here!” you called. 

Konig hesitated for a moment before hiding in the closet with you before you shut the door.

“Damn it,” you said as you stood on you tiptoes. “I can’t see out.”

Konig wordlessly leaned down slightly so that he could look through the locker-like slits in the door. But as he did so, his wide shoulders gently brushed against your back. You couldn’t help the way you shivered. Konig smirked.

“Everything okay, Maus?” he asked as his voice lowered. You nodded silently. “Don’t worry, Soap’s not out there.” 

Even though Konig was behind you, you could feel the way he was looking at you, could almost taste his predatory instinct as he stared down at you. You were scared to turn around, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, but it wasn’t because Soap’s footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Konig leaned down, and his breath through his sniper hood ghosted you ear.

“Be quiet, Maus,” he whispered in your ear. You shivered and you breath stopped. “Wouldn’t want Soap to know we’re in here, would we?”

You shook your head. You dared to make eye contact with him out of the corner of you eye, and the way he was looking at you scared you as much as it aroused you. 

“Konig…” you sighed as you closed your eyes. But they flew open once you realized how you said his name. 

He laughed quietly in your ear. “Yes, what is it, Maus?” he purred lowly. 

You blushed and screwed your eyes shut. You wished you could just tell him wordlessly what you needed. But Konig pushed.

“What is it, Maus?” he asked. You could practically hear his smirk. You shivered.

Suddenly, Konig’s voice dropped even lower, and even quieter. He breathed in, and whispered, 

“Tell me what you need.”

You moaned breathlessly. 

“Fuck,” Konig murmured. “You’re irresistible.”

“Konig,” You said as you turned around and looked up at him with doe eyes. A lamb staring down the wolf. Konig’s pupils were so dilated that you could barely see his irises. The only thing you could think to do was put you hand on his forearm and look up at him desperately.

Konig sat lazily on the edge of the table in the closet and smirked. 

“Use your words, Maus. Have you forgotten how to say anything other than my name?”

Konig laughed gently when you blushed and looked at him with wide eyes. You hid your face in your hands. When you worked up the courage to look at him again, you saw how smug and confident he looked, leaned up against the table with his legs wide enough for you to stand between. You slowly walked forward between his legs and looked up at him as you gently put your hand on his chest. He instantly started breathing deeper. Like petting the stomach of a bear. You looked up at him through your lashes as you kept you hand on his chest. He looked down at you though hooded eyes. Your hand gently trailed down his chest and stopped when you reached his abs. You couldn’t help but notice how his cock was straining in his pants.

“Tell me, Maus. What. Do. You. Need?” he said huskily, his patience thinning.

“You.” You said as you stared into his eyes. 

He looked like he could murder you. “Say it again.”

“You,” you breathed, more earnest. “I need you.” 

Konig wrapped his arms around you and leaned down.

“Lift my hood. Come under with me,” he said with a hint of playfulness. 

You hesitantly lifted his hood and did as he instructed. You shared the same air, taking in each other’s presence despite not being able to see, before Konig crashed his lips onto yours and trapped you in his arms. You instantly whimpered into his mouth, and he groaned. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. You broke for air, gasping.

“The door…” you murmured. “It’s not locked.”

Konig leaned forward, keeping you close against him, and locked the door with a quiet click. But he was wordless as he kept you underneath his hood. You gingerly pecked his bottom lip before he took you lips in his again. 

“Konig…” you whimpered into his mouth. Konig used the opportunity to gently shove his tongue into your mouth. You held onto him tighter. He moved his hands from you back to grip your waist. He groaned. You couldn’t help the way you pressed your thighs together and whimpered. 

“My poor Maus,” Konig said against your lips with a smile. “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you nodded shyly. 

Konig put his hands on your hips and guided him to his thigh. 

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. You instantly obeyed, and Konig tugged you closer and onto his thigh. You squeaked, and his cock twitched in his pants. He held your waist firmly. You held onto his shoulders and looked up at him.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked. You blushed. “Get to riding.”

You looked away shyly before moving your hips against Konig’s muscular thigh. Your mouth fell open and soft whimpers escaped your mouth as you grinded against him. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Konig whispered as he leaned over you. You looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“They’ll find us…” you said as you rode his thigh.

“No, they won’t, don’t worry,” Konig soothed. He smirked as you rode his thigh desperately, rolling your hips hardly. “The door is locked. Just be quiet, and they won’t know we’re here.” 

When you looked back up at him, he lifted his hood slightly and kissed you passionately again. He began to bounce his leg, and you moaned.

“Shh, Maus, shh,” he soothed as he moved his lips to your jawline. “Don’t want them to find us, do we?”

“Feels so good…” you whimpered. Konig smirked. 

“Yeah, I can tell,” he teased. “I can feel how wet you are through my pants.” 

You whimpered. Konig’s lips moved to your neck, and you let breathless moans slip.

“You like that?” Konig asked as he nibbled you neck. You breathed out deeply.

“Yes!” your hips moved earnestly.

“That’s it, ride my thigh, Maus. Fuck,” he breathed against your neck. “You ride it so good.” 

“Ah!” you breathed. Konig laughed. Konig lifted his thigh so that your feet weren’t touching the ground, and all your weight was on his thigh. You gripped his shoulders tightly. He laughed and licked you neck. 

“That’s it, Maus,” he cooed against you neck. “Come on my thigh.”

“Fuck!” you said quietly. Konig laughed heatily.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself,” he teased. 

Suddenly, Soap and Gaz’s voices echoed through the hallways. They jostled opened doors and were getting closer. You stopped grinding on his thigh and looked up at Konig, panicked. 

“Don’t fucking stop,” Konig growled as his eyes darkened. “Don’t fucking stop riding my thigh.”

You obeyed with a blush, and your heart jumped when Soap jiggled and pulled the closet handle. You gasped and looked at Konig, but he gripped your hips impossibly hard and got close to you ear.

“I told you to keep. Going,” he growled. You whimpered and ground down on his thigh. 

“You’re in there, I know it!” Soap called through the door. 

You kept riding Konig’s thigh as he gripped your hips.

“Konig!” You whimpered in a panic as your hips moved erratically.

He smirked under his mask. “You close? You gonna cum?”

You nodded as you dug your nails into his clothed shoulder. Gaz called Soap from farther down the hall, and both men disappeared as you came hard on Konig’s thigh. 

“That’s it, that’s it,” Konig praised as you gasped as you came down. “Gutes Mädchen,” he cooed as he kissed your lips. 

You looked up at him with kiss-reddened lips. 

“I’m not finished with you,” Konig growled. 

[kurogane2512]

Aight the headcanons of Kafka made me kicking my feet, can I ask for some Kafka x reader(NSFW) but they're like rivals and stuff and reader was a short tempered person so Kafka teases her more.

Once again, I deeply apologize for how late this is!! :(( Thank you for waiting tho! <3

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Kafka x fem! reader (Stellaron Hunter)

Type: Smut and Fluff (rivals to lovers, teasing, scissoring)

"We are approaching the infiltration site. Kafka, are you ready?" you whispered as you hid around a corner and peeked, ensuring the path was clear. You expected to receive a reply from your partner but were greeted with silence hence turned around.

"Kafka? Are you ready?" you insisted again as you watched Kafka leisurely lean against the wall while whistling to herself.

"Hmm~ Oh, of course, I'm ready. At your command, Y/n~"

She winked and you turned away then gritted your teeth in annoyance, "I can't believe I have to do a mission with her....What the hell was Elio thinking pairing us together?!"

You sighed then began walking on the path with Kafka following you behind, you spotted a guard and immediately hid in a nearby corner while pointing with your sniper and looking around.

"There are 2 guards on the east side, I'm in range of one of them. You take out the other by sneaking behind him on my command."

You instructed and again didn't hear a reply, you became more annoyed and were about to turn around but Kafka suddenly pressed up against you, leaning on your body.

"Or....I could just take out both the guards myself~"

You were a little surprised and knitted your brows, "No, it's too dangerous."

"Is it?~" she whispered in your ear, her breath caressing your lobe. You instinctively winced and she slid her finger down your cheek, "Are you worried about me, Y/n?~"

You gritted your teeth then harshly stepped away from her, "I don't care what happens to you but this is my mission! Elio made me in-charge, don't think you can disobey me and steal the credit for yourself!"

You shouted at her, which only made her more amused. Kafka was well aware how much you hated her, how you considered her a rival. She loved playing this little game with you. She chuckled then walked up to you and gripped your chin while leaning close to your face.

"Aww~ Are you that insecure about your abilities? You know I only want us to succeed~"

You glared at her further before slapping her hand away and walking out of the corner. You were about to turn to the right but Kafka suddenly pulled you back and pinned you on the wall while covering you mouth.

"Shhh~" she once again pressed against your body then looked to the right and you saw a guard pass by, indicating that Kafka just saved you. You couldn't bear it, you couldn't bear how you got overwhelmed by your emotions and were about to make such a petty mistake, and you hated how Kafka was much quicker to notice her surroundings and take action accordingly.

She continued looking to the side until the guard was out of sight while you gazed at her in a trance. You noticed how beautiful she was up close, how her breasts were pressing on your chest and how her lips looked so soft and inviting. Your heartbeat fastened and face heated up, until you finally came back to your senses as Kafka stepped away from you and sighed.

"Are you okay— Oh my? Your face is really red. Do you have a fever, Y/n?~"

Kafka asked out of concern and gently touched your forehead, your eyes widened and you looked away before turning to the side and breathing out. You were on the verge of shouting at her but suddenly your comms rang and a call from Elio came in.

"Y/n, Kafka, abort the mission."

"H-Huh?! What? Why?"

"We got what we needed. No need to steal from there now. Report back."

"....Fine, understood."

You let out a frustrated sigh then turned to Kafka, "Let's go back to the ship."

You walked away in annoyance and Kafka leisurely followed you, looking at you with a smirk. You reached the ship and immediately went to your room and locked it then leaned against the door, "Dammit! This mission was my chance to prove myself and he just—! Not to mention, Kafka is so— Ugh, damn it all!"

You kicked the chair to the ground and thrashed the things on the table then suddenly heard a knock on your door and opened it to find Kafka standing there, "Yo!~"

"What do you want now?!"

She sneered then kept her palm on your chest and pushed you inside as she came in herself. You tried to protest but she was faster and pushed you on the bed making you sit down and straddled your lap, your heart jumping out of your chest at the bold action.

"W-What's the meaning of this?! Get off me!"

"Hm?~ I thought you might need some comforting~"

"Huh?! Why would I?! Mind your own busin—"

"You are too loud."

She placed her lips on yours in an instant, catching you off guard completely. You tried to comprehend the situation but were too overwhelmed by the taste of her soft, supple lips.

"Hehe~ I didn't expect you to be this adorable in this state. I might just become obsessed with it~"

She was playing with you. It was another one of her teasing to get you on the edge. But you couldn't deny you were smitten by her; your hands had wrapped around her waist without your knowledge. She took note of that very well, and she knew what was going on in your head.

"What happened, Y/n? Was that enough to shut you up? I thought you'd put up a fight. How boring~"

She sighed and proceeded to take off her jacket followed by unbuttoning her shirt, giving you a small look at her boobs. You blushed more then smirked before swinging her around and suddenly placing her on the bed, her legs wrapped around your waist and pulled you in as you gazed at her from above.

"Are you so desperate for a fight, Kafka? Fine, let's fight then~"

She grinned before grabbing your collar and pulling you in for a rough kiss, your tongues interlocked as her hands slid under your shirt and pulled it off. She then wrapped her arms around you and turned you over, coming on top of you now. She held your wrists and pinned them above your head, you tried to get up and turn her over but she only pushed you down more.

"Ah ah~ Don't even think about it. I am in-charge here~"

You looked at her wide-eyed until you felt strings wrapping around your wrists and you looked up to see magenta strings holding your wrists up, you quickly realized it was Kafka's powers.

"I hate you so much." you hissed with a glare, and she only chuckled in return before sliding off your pants and underwear, leaving you in just a bra. She licked her lips as she feasted upon your body, her eyes trailing over your neck and down your abdomen.

She removed her gloves and rubbed your core, playing with your clit as juices flowed down. You gasped lightly, feeling the strings tighten on your skin as she briefly inserted her finger inside you circled around.

"How wet~ Aren't you ashamed? Getting wet from your rival....I thought you hated me~"

"I d-do! You are insufferable!"

She sneered then slid off her own shorts and panties before putting her legs with yours in a scissor formation. You looked down to see how close your cores were, and you were tempted to be touched. You bucked up your hips out of neediness, causing her to hold your thighs in place and stop you.

"My~ Look at you....This is how you fight? It seems I have already won~"

"Dammit! Just do it!"

She wanted to tease you further but she couldn't deny she was also getting impatient now. Without waiting longer, she pushed her hips into you making your clits collide, you moaned out from the feeling and arched back. She too gasped at the contact; how sweet her voice was. You wished you were in control, to be above her and hear her voice as you desired. You swore you would next time.

She gripped your waist and continued thrusting into you, wet and squelching sounds resounding in the room as your hips seeked each other. Your clits rolled over, dripping with each other's slick. She gazed at you beneath her and leaned down to nip at your neck, sucking on a spot and biting to leave a bright red mark.

You eventually felt the strings loosen and were able to break free from them to wrap your arms around her and hold her close. She chuckled rolled her hips faster, grinding and fucking you into the bed with her thrusts. You too rolled your hips upwards to match her pace, you didn't want to lose so easily. She was taller than you so she was already enveloping you completely as your face was nestled in her breasts.

She sits back up and slows down slightly, your hard and throbbing clit rolling over hers. Your body trembled at the unexpected slow pace, you could feel each and every pressure on your nerves as she thrusted into you.

"Not bad. I didn't expect you to hold on for so long~" She praised before rubbing your clit with her thumb, your body arching up and your voice crying out in response.

"Cum for me, darling. Listen to your master and cum~"

You gritted your teeth and gripped the bedsheet; she again fastened her pace and you could no longer hold in now. You felt the knot in your abdomen snap as she did a hard thrust and threw her head back, the two of you releasing together. It was wet and messy as you cum, rutting your hips one last time to milk out every drop.

".....I want a rematch." you husked out once you came down from your high, and she was more than happy to oblige~

[turtletaubwrites]

Bad Timing ~ Part 11

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3798

This is part 11 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: The boys are still overprotective, and someone gets their feelings hurt.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Polyamory, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Cigarettes, they’re gross, don’t smoke, Condoms, Insecurity, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare

A/N: Hope you enjoy the drama!

“Darling, I adore you, but must I really be your target practice this morning?”

Sanji was wiping a small, soggy wad of paper off of his lapel. You purred at him as you prepared another spitball.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll help you clean up later.”

You almost felt bad for abusing the power you had over Sanji with his near desperate need for you. Almost. 

“By all means, my love. Though I was hoping that you’d be wearing less clothes when you spit on me.”

You choked, but managed to aim at him again. A smug laugh escaped you when you got him on the forehead. 

He wiped it off, then lunged at you, kissing, and tickling you until you were squirming in his arms. 

“If you don’t stop teasing me, sweetheart, I might forget myself, and take you right here. Fuck you on deck in front of the whole crew. Would you like that?”

You gasped in between laughs, until another voice cut in.

“Get a room, guys! Some of us are trying to work.”

Pulling yourself away, you found Usopp tinkering. 

“Sorry, Usopp. I don’t think Sanji is a good option for target practice. Do you have a board I can use?”

The board was satisfying as you could see your progress more clearly, but it definitely wasn’t as fun. 

After lunch, Nami had you running around the deck, then doing push ups until you were dripping with sweat.

“What about fighting?”

“We‘ll get there, noodle arms. First you’ve gotta build up some strength first.”

If your arms weren’t dead, you would have punched her. 

At dinner, you were practically melting into your seat. The shower had cleaned away your sweat, but not your exhaustion.

“You’d better not tire yourself out this much tomorrow. I won’t go easy on you.”

Shivering at Zoro’s whispered threat, you leaned forward to grab another glass of water. 

As you leaned away from him you caught Robin’s gaze. You adored her little smile, always so much hidden meaning behind her eyes. Fighting all the lovely distractions in your life, you turned your sights on your friend. 

“Usopp, how are things coming along?”

You were trying to keep your excitement down, but you were practically buzzing.

“Not there yet, Y/N, but I can show you my plans tomorrow.”

Zoro’s hand gripped almost painfully into your thigh, and you looked a question at him.

He let go, smoothing his hand on your skirt before coughing, then leaning toward the sniper.

“I need to look over those plans-“

“And me as well, Usopp.”

“Guys.”

Your swordsman and your cook looked at you, both looking stubborn as hell. You didn’t want to fight them every step of the way with this. 

“Luffy, are you excited for me to practice, and use my skills more?”

“Of course, Y/N! That’s why you’re here.”

His grin was infectious, and you felt shivers over your skin at your captain’s support. 

“Thanks, captain!”

Sanji turned away as he started on dishes, while Zoro tensed beside you. They both stayed behind, watching silently as you stretched your sore arms. 

“This isn’t your decision. You guys need to stop with this overprotective crap.”

“Not gonna happ- “I’ll never stop pro-”

“Stop!”

Real anger came out this time, and you watched shock flit across both of their faces, before their determination settled back in. You weren’t going to let it slide again. 

“I’m serious! I need you guys to remember that I’m not just your girlfriend, not just some girl you fuck. I’m a Straw Hat Pirate, and you need to respect me as one.”

You tried to keep your breathing steady as you watched their faces. You couldn’t decipher them both at once, so you pushed again before they could speak. 

“This isn’t a game to me. You can either help me, or get over it... I’m going to take a break tonight. I’ll be working and training tomorrow, but if you want, we can have our time tomorrow night instead, Sanji.”

“Of course I-” “Shut up, waiter. Y/N-”

You didn't stay, you were too overwhelmed with righteous frustration and creeping self doubt to keep it together. 

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to be excited about your plans, but all you felt was empty. A soft knock shook you out of dissociation, and you opened the door without thinking. 

“Hey, Needy.”

You furrowed your brows at the clearly sleepy first mate leaning on your doorframe. 

“Hey, Zoro. What’s up?”

“Can I come in,” he asked as he pushed his way in. You just chuckled, and let him pass. 

He turned to face you, and you raised your eyebrows. 

“I’m, uh. I’m sorry.”

Crossing your arms, you did your best Zoro impression as you looked him over. 

“Doesn’t look like it to me. 

His surprised laugh brought you back to yourself. 

“I’m serious, Needy. You were right. I still need to treat you like a member of the crew.”

Smiling, you moved toward him, touching his fingers lightly. 

“Yes, you do. A crewmate with extra benefits.”

The look on his face almost had you on your knees, but you pulled him into a hug instead. 

“Thank you, Zoro. I’d love your help with this, as long as you aren’t hovering like a mama bird.”

He huffed a laugh as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. 

“You know this means I’m gonna kick your ass, right?”

“Looking forward to it!”

Zoro had you squirming with laughter and kisses, but you shooed him out and went to sleep, feeling warmth keeping the self doubt at bay. 

~

Actually getting work and training done during the day felt good, but you had to shake yourself after every intense glance Sanji sent you. 

You swirled the ice in your drink while he finished his dinner. Your skin was getting hotter every moment as he watched you. His eyes looked darker, and his breathing hitched when he saw you move or gasp. The way he reacted always made you want to perform for him, to tease him. Just to see what else you could make him do.

Setting his plate aside, he gripped your hand in his, and a sudden shift in his body language had you on edge.

“Everything okay?”

“Actually, Y/N, I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Sanji’s thumbs were tracing along your hand and wrist, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes. A sour feeling sank into your gut, and you couldn’t stand it.

“What do you mean, Sanji?”

He took a deep breath before finally meeting your gaze, his brows tensed slightly.

“I know that you need breaks whenever you choose, and that I shouldn’t be concerned about it.”

That sour feeling started to twist, and you steadied your breathing. Don’t react yet, I don’t know what he’s going to say. 

He squeezed your hand lightly before continuing.

“I’ve just noticed that it seems to happen on my days with you more frequently.”

The tightness softened, and you started to reassure him. His eyes turned hard, and your words died in your throat when he kept going.

“Then last night I came to apologize after I finished cleaning up here.”

Sanji looked away from you again, and you saw his jaw clenching as he sat back.

“I know you took a break, but it was supposed to be my night. And then I caught him sneaking out of your room.”

You stared at him, not sure how to handle this. Sanji’s lips were pressed together, and he only met your gaze for a moment before looking down at your hands. He let you go. You reached for him, but he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, and blowing the smoke away from you. Almost like an excuse not to look at you. 

“I’m sorry, Sanji. Zoro just came to apologize. Nothing happened between us last night.”

You watched his jaw clenching more tightly, and you didn’t think excuses and explanations would get through to him.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel unwanted, Sanji. I swear it’s all just bad timing.”

He met your eyes, and you saw more hurt than anger there. You reached for his free hand again, and he let you hold it, though it stayed unmoving under your touch.

“What can I do to help you feel wanted, Sanji? I want you, and I love being with you. How can I show you that?”

Sanji chewed his lip, shaking his head slightly as he thought of his response. He clenched his jaw again, and it looked like the anger won out this time. 

“Do you want him more than you want me?”

“Wh-What?”

He pulled his hand back again, leaving yours empty and cold.

“What can I do to make you want me more, Y/N? I don’t think I can be rough with you like he is.”

His voice was heavy, and you wished he’d look at you. 

“Sanji, please. I don’t want you to be different, I love everything you do with me, for me. This isn’t a competition.”

“Isn’t it? If you’re choosing to spend more time with him over me, aren’t I losing?”

“Sanji…”

He exhaled sharply, standing up to pace, leaving trails of smoke in his wake.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I’m only making things worse.”

You stood, catching his wrist, and pulling him to face you. You had to put a hand to his cheek to bring his eyes to yours, avoiding the cigarette he held between his lips. 

“Sanji, we’re fucking human, okay? None of us are going to handle things perfectly. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel this way, and I want to fix it. Thank you for talking to me about it before it got worse.”

His breath was heavy, and he pulled the cigarette away before the ashes could fall on you. He walked away from your touch again, putting his cigarette out. Heat was high in your throat as you watched him lean on the table and face you. He met your eyes, but closed his for a long moment before speaking softly. 

“We’ve just started. I just got you. And now you’re putting yourself in danger. And that swordsman already has your heart… I don’t want to lose you already.”

Sanji looked lost, and the barest trace of tears at the corners of his eyes had your heart breaking for him. You had to go to him, taking his face in your hands, watching him blink away the unspilled tears. 

“Sanji, you haven’t lost me. I’m not going anywhere. I want to be with you! I’m so sorry I haven’t been showing it.”

You felt warm tears fall down your face. Sanji finally broke his distance, and reached for you, kissing and wiping away your tears.”

“Please don’t cry for me, mon amour.”

You laughed, hearing the tears in your voice.

“Does it show you I care? I want you, Sanji.”

He kissed you then, and you heard what sounded like a whimper in his throat. You remembered what he’d shared about his time with Zeff on the island, and you realized you hadn’t thought about how his trauma could affect his relationships. I’m so stupid.

You both pulled back, gently tracing fingers down each other’s faces and arms, twirling through hair as your breathing relaxed. 

“Thank you for telling me you’ve been hurting. I don’t want to make you feel this way again. What can I do?”

He shook his head with a small smile.

“I’m not sure, darling. I feel better now, with you in my arms.”

You let out a contented sigh as he pulled you against him, kissing the top of your head. 

“I know you’re worried about me learning to fight. Do you want to come look at my plans, and maybe help me with some ideas?”

Sanji tensed slightly, but he let out a long breath before agreeing to meet you in your quarters. 

Your face was red from crying, but not too bad. Grabbing your notes, you waited for him. You realized this was the first time you’d be alone together in your room, since you usually spent your time in the kitchen. Or the pantry.

That thought made your skin flush even more, and you gasped at the small knock on your door. 

Sanji’s soft, knowing smile when he walked in made you chew your lip, and you grinned at the small bag he’d brought with him. 

You had to force yourself not to straddle him before showing him your notes.

“Y/N, this is very well done.”

“But?”

He looked away, breathing deep before continuing. 

“I will support you in this. But this weapon could hurt you just as much as it could hurt an enemy. Maybe more.”

Digging your fingers into your palm, you tried not to take his criticism personally. I know he’s only concerned for my safety. 

“I know, Sanji. That’s why we agreed that I won’t take it off the ship until I’m ready.”

He bit his lip as he nodded at you. 

“It really is a brilliant idea, sweetheart.”

Now you straddled him. 

“Was that so hard to say?”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling as he pulled you closer, dragging your thighs along his until you felt him already getting hard beneath you. 

“Is my sweet angel telling me that I don’t praise her enough? Oh, I can’t have that.”

He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and nibbling. You giggled at the tickling sensation, then gasped as you felt him twitch under you, his length turning to stone the more you squirmed for him. 

“My gorgeous, brilliant girl. I should never have doubted you. You are so perfect, perfect for me.”

Your hands tugged at his hair, then pulled at his shirt until you could touch the skin of his back. 

“Mon chéri, my radiant love, there aren’t words for how you enchant me.”

Still gasping and giggling, you started to punch his arms, your own still sore from working out. 

“Stop, stop!”

The look on Sanji’s face when he pulled back made you moan, which only made him look more dangerous. His raspy words sent shivers all the way down to your toes. 

“If you won’t let me tell you how much I adore you, will you give me the honor of showing you?”

All you could do was nod, then gasp as he lifted you before throwing you onto the bed. It was more forceful than Sanji normally was, and it sped your pulse. 

Your jaw fell open as you watched him take his shirt off, the sight of the toned muscles he always hid made your brain pause. 

After your reverie, you pulled your top off, but then Sanji’s large hands took over, taking each item of clothing off while his thumbs traced warm circles along your skin. 

“Mm, that feels so good.”

“Sweetheart, we haven’t gotten started yet.”

The smile he gave you then took your breath. He smiled at you like you were his whole world, and the force of it sent chills across your body. 

He pulled your panties away last, admiring the trails of slick that had already pooled there. 

“Nuh uh, I’m running out.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my love,” he teased with a laugh. He still brought them to his face, and his eyes rolled back as he breathed in the scent.

He started to lean toward you, but you shooed him away. 

“Your turn.”

Sanji grinned, but obliged. You couldn’t help the way your breath hitched when you watched him free himself from his pants. Your eyes went unfocused for a moment, until you saw the precum pooling at the tip of his thick cock. You cried out when it twitched for you, back arching.

“You want me that much, beautiful?”

His tease held some of that pain from before, and you needed it gone.

“Touch me, Sanji, see how much I want you.”

You spread your thighs for him, and the desperate look on his face made your body clench for him, your pussy aching for him to fill it. 

“Please, Sanji, I want you so bad.”

A low whine came from his throat as he lunged toward you. You twitched as he traced his fingers along your center, pulling away with thick strands of your need for him. 

“Fuuck, angel…”

“Please, fuck me, Sanji. I need you to fuck me right now.”

He’d shoved his fingers in his mouth, tasting you while you begged for him. 

You were about to whine, but then you moaned as he shoved two fingers into you, twisting and curling until you were grinding on his hand. 

“F-Fuck, Sanji, I’m close.”

“So soon, mon coeur? But I have all night to take care of you. How many times do you think you can dance for me?”

He taunted those words as he added a third finger, and used his other hand to toy with your clit. You were panting, clenching your teeth to keep from screaming while you came.

“You look so gorgeous like that, darling. While your perfect pussy squeezes my fingers like this. Do you think you’re ready, my love?”

You met his eyes, dark with lust, and nodded as you kept twitching.

“P-Please Sanji, I want you, please fuck me.”

His hands left you only to cradle your face while he kissed you, leaving trails of your pleasure along your jaw. 

You stared open mouthed as he pulled a condom and lube out of that little bag. He watched you moan for him while he fisted them over all his girth, an evil little smirk tugging the corner of his lips. 

He crawled toward you, and you found yourself crawling away, trying to gain some purchase on your little bed. You grabbed onto the wooden headboard, and caught him smiling. 

He teased you, rubbing his cock along your entrance, pulling away. 

“Such a beautiful girl. How can I serve you, mon cheri?”

“Fuck, Sanji, please.”

You whined, trying to grind onto him. He circled your clit with his tip, and you arched your back.

“I want you, Sanji, please!”

“I want you too, my love. I want you so deeply. I need you, darling.”

You were almost sobbing while he kept teasing, but then he lined himself up, and you gripped onto the headboard. 

You were pretty sure it would always sting at least a bit when Sanji entered you. His girth stretched you, filling you so intensely. When he started to thrust you could feel the strength he held back, and you thought of how much he could hurt you if he wasn’t trying so hard not to. That thought made your eyes roll back. 

“Look at me, angel.”

Sanji took one of your hands in his, interlacing your fingers above your head, supporting his weight on his elbow while trapping your arm. With his other hand, Sanji held your face toward his, thumb stroking your cheek. 

You were so lost to the pain and pleasure of his cock inside you, already close again. But his voice, and the look in his eyes made you stay with him in the moment. With your free hand, you trailed along his hip and back, and you got lost again in the thought of what his powerful muscles could do. 

“Look at me, Y/N.”

Your name on his lips brought your eyes to his again.

“Wh-Wha-”

“I just want to look at you darling.”

You felt your brows tense a bit, but you nodded, doing your best to keep your eyes on him while he fucked you. He released the hand above your head, wrapping his arm under your shoulder, holding your closer. He kept his fingers on your face, sometimes trailing into your hair while he poured over your features. 

“Sanji…”

He kissed you softly, then continued to watch you while he worked into you. 

Suddenly you were over the edge, and he held your face gently while you shattered.

“S-San-”

You had to cut yourself off to keep from screaming when you met his eyes. He started pumping into you harder, but his touch stayed so soft.

“You’re so beautiful when you moan my name, angel. Let me take care of you, my love. I’ll take such good care of you.”

He finally let go of your face to keep your orgasm going, playing with your clit while his thrusts got harder, faster. 

“You’re so perfect, Y/N, so perfect for me, fuuuck…”

You met his eyes again while you moaned his name, and it was too much. 

Sanji’s normally blissed out face was heavy with emotion while he came

You dug your nails into his back while you both shook, and moaned for each other. He held his forehead against yours, eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, your breath caught in your throat. 

He kissed you, slow, and deep, and you melted into him, whimpering. He didn’t move away from you until you cried out from the aftershocks. 

Sanji cleaned himself off, then used a towel to gently clean you, leaving kisses on your skin until he was done. 

You felt numb. The afterglow you normally felt with Sanji felt almost separate from you. He pulled you to him, kissing your temple. 

“You’re everything I need, mon ange.”

Suddenly Sanji’s flowery compliments felt heavy. You realized you hadn’t been taking Sanji seriously. 

I didn’t think he would get real feelings for me. If that’s what this is?

You felt like a bitch for thinking that, but now the shock of the possibility was wearing off, and you relaxed into him.

You felt so comfortable, so safe in his arms. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

His soft chuckle, and tender touch sent you down, so at ease. So warm. 

Then you felt something. You didn’t know where you were. But you felt something. 

So much heat, and you let out a small whimper at the feeling of hardness behind you. 

As you whimpered, you squirmed, only making that hard length brush up against your ass even more. 

Then his arms were wrapping around you, sleepy kisses on your neck. 

His cock was so fucking hard you shivered, and he started rutting against you. The length of him was rubbing between the top part of your cheeks, and you gasped when you felt precum from his tip along your lower back. 

“S-Sanji?”

You both jerked as loud knocks started banging against the door, sounding like they were about to break it off its hinges. 

“Wake the fuck up! You’re late for breakfast!”

You jumped up at Zoro’s voice, horrified as Sanji grimaced at his watch. 

Today is Zoro’s day. Fuck.

Thank you for reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 12

Tag List: @astheni-a | @ferns-fics | @heilee | @iamn1ya | @ghostfacefricker6969 | @onlybassoon01

A/N: Thank you for reading! Everybody's got too many feelings, lol. What do you think of the drama?

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

[neon-junkie]

In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.9

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that ten percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Tags to be added.

Word count: 2k

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 10 - not published yet]

Chapter 9 - An Excellent Listener

Thank the stars that the Marauder not only managed to exit the atmosphere of Tatooine, but also drift off into hyperspace! Everybody let out a sigh of relief as the stars around them turned into a whirlpool of lights, a sign that you’re finally on your way, with Kamino as your destination.

It’s going to take a few standard hours to reach the terraformed surface of Kamino, so the Batch are up to their usual shenanigans. As for you, you’re sticking to your quarters. That argument with Hunter is still brewing in your mind, and you might as well lock yourself away to prevent your poor Sergeant from being bothered by your hormones.

You’ve spent your time doing some cleaning, rearranging, folding clothes and changing your sheets. A deep clean never hurts, and it can be good for the mind.

But do you know what isn’t good for the mind? Or better yet - who isn’t good for the mind?

‘KNOCK KNOCK.’

“Come in,” you respond without missing a beat.

Tall, slender legs come into your line of sight, seeing as you’re sitting on the floor, rearranging your underbed storage. “Figured you might need this,” Crosshair comments as he enters your dorm, a cup of tea in hand.

“Oh,” you sigh. Crosshair was the last person that you expected to be bringing you a cup of tea. Well, besides Hunter…

Crosshair places the tea on your bedside table, and blankly gestures to your bed. “Sure, you can sit,” you nod.

Once seated, Crosshair rests back on his elbows, really making himself at home. His eyes dart around your room, noticing your decorations, memorabilia and trinkets scattered about. He doesn’t come in here often - if ever - so you can’t blame him for having a browse.

“Comfortable?” you sarcastically comment, seeing as his slender form is somehow taking up half of your bed.

“Not quite,” Crosshair responds. “Need to tuck myself into bed,” he grins, and begins untucking your duvet, earning a slap on the hand.

“I just made that,” you grumble.

“I noticed, fresh sheets and all. How kind of you,” he smirks, finally earning a laugh from you. “Now, stop distracting yourself, and come up here and talk to me,” Crosshair orders, giving the blank space on the bed a gentle pat.

“You want to talk?” your brow raises, yet you find yourself finishing off your organising, pushing the storage container back under your bunk.

Crosshair shrugs. “I figured it’s you who wants to talk, and I’m an excellent listener.”

Rolling your eyes, you sit yourself on your bed, getting as comfortable as you can. Only now does Crosshair’s cologne reach your nose, warm and musky, a comforting scent - but you’ll never admit that to him. Crosshairs shifts upright, now resting against the back of your bunk with his legs crossed. At least he’s not wearing shoes, nor his armour, keeping your bed clean!

You’re silent, so after letting out a sigh, Crosshair starts things off. “Hunter does care about you, you know.”

“Ugh,” you groan, already debating shooing the sniper out of your room.

“He does. That’s why he brought you those supplements. I was with him when it happened. He wouldn’t stop mumbling about your little issue, and figured it wouldn’t do any harm to have that option available.”

“He could have spoken to me about it first,” you shrug.

“How?” Crosshair replies. “We had the option then and there, and it isn’t exactly a conversation to be had over the comm. Might as well buy the supplements, and if you decide not to take them, then that’s your choice.”

“Exactly! I’ve chosen not to take them! Hunter can’t complain about my decision-”

“-But Hunter also has the right to be annoyed.” Crosshair shakes his head. Acting as the mediator was not on his list of things to do today, yet here he is. “When you’re part of a squad, every choice you make has the ability to impact others, including those closest to you. You know what Hunter is like. You’ve seen him suffering from migraines, poor vision, stomach bugs. His enhanced senses come at a cost, just like the rest of us.”

“And what’s your ‘cost,’ hm?” you pry. Sure, you’ve seen Wrecker suffer from his aching muscles, Tech with an inability to switch off his mind, even Echo has had his fair share of suffering, despite not being defective in the Batch’s way.

Crosshair lets out a grunt. “You’ve never seen me wearing my reading glasses.”

“Reading glasses?!” you repeat with a laugh. “I didn’t think that you-”

“-Exactly. I don’t wear them around others,” he waves his hand. “Beside the point, Hunter is going stir-crazy from that scent of yours,” Crosshair boldly points to your crotch, causing you to clash your thighs together.

“So, what you’re saying is that I should start taking them, for Hunter?” you question, seeing as that’s what Crosshair has been hinting at.

“No. It’s too late for that.”

“Well, then what?” you grumble, waving your arms up in frustration.

Crosshair raises his brows, offering you a suggestive expression. “Just kriff him already. Do us all a favour, and kriff him until you’re both satisfied.”

“Crosshair!” You yelp, grabbing a pillow to smack him over the head with.

“That’s Hunter’s name that you should be yelling, not mine!” he smirks, ripping the pillow from your grasp to smack you with, before chucking it across the room. “You need to do us all the favour! Hunter’s been in a sulk ever since you started your strange mating ritual, and the rest of us can’t bare to tolerate him any longer!”

With a huff, you send Crosshair a glare, only for him to mimic it. “I’ll think about it,” you grumble. The thought of sleeping with Hunter has been on your mind, but on your terms - not on Crosshair’s, as strange as that sounds.

“You better,” Crosshair playfully threatens. His arms cross against his chest as he leans back comfortably. “And just think…” he trails off, biting back a chuckle. “…Once you’ve had Hunter, there’s only me left to tick off your list.”

“Oh my stars!” you exclaim, your eyes darting around your room to find something to throw at him in frustration. Your cup of tea? Tempting, but you’d rather drink it. Saying that, you settle on swatting his arm before taking a well-needed drink.

Crosshair laughs. He truly, deeply enjoys winding you up! And it’s your own fault for taking his bait.

“Wait-” you sputter, placing the tea on your bedside table. “How did you find out about the others?”

Crosshair sends you a look, but he doesn’t hold back on the juicy gossip. “Everybody can hear you and Tech kriffling like lothbunnies, you two aren’t exactly quiet. Echo quite openly admitted to it, and Wrecker? Big guy couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it happened.”

Letting out a grumble, you come to realise the situation that you’ve found yourself in. Maybe Hunter was right - maybe you should have started taking those supplements, preventing yourself from sleeping with more than half of your squad.

Then again, you’re having some well-needed fun, and it’s not like your men have any issues with it. If anything, they seem more than happy to help with your biological needs, as well as blowing off some steam. However, you know damn-well that you’ll all need to sit down and talk this through when the time is right.

Maybe once you’ve kriffed the entire squad…?

“Dammit,” is all you mutter as a response. Can you blame them? Wrecker especially? You’re certain that you’d be flexing if you slept with someone such as yourself.

“You poor thing,” Crosshair taunts, playfully sticking out his bottom lip. “But then again, we all saw it coming.”

Darting your eyes to Crosshair, you dare question, “what do you mean?”

The sniper lets out a soft chuckle, his arms crossing against his chest. He shakes his head as he explains, “a pretty girl was assigned to a squad of men. Somebody was bound to sleep with you.”

“You think I’m pretty?” you bat your lashes, which only makes Crosshair roll his eyes. Way to focus on the important points!

“Of course I do,” he scoffs, and you’re almost certain you heard him mumble ‘duh!’ under his breath. “But like I was saying, it was bound to happen, even if we all had a pact against it.”

Mouth hanging open, you question, “a pact? What?!” barely able to hold back on your laughter.

Crosshairs lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I’m shooting myself in the foot here,” he curses, digging a ditch that he’s content on not escaping. “When you first joined, Hunter made us swear not to try anything with you. Said it would ruin the dynamic, and all that. I guess that’s why he’s been keeping his distance, alongside the enhanced senses issue.”

“Are you serious?!” you let out a laugh. Now that is a sight you wish you could have seen! Little Sergeant Hunter asking his squad not to get physical with the Jedi. It’s understandable, yet you can’t believe they had that conversation!

“And Tech was the first one to break it,” Crosshair huffs, although there’s a sense of pride in his expression. “Didn’t think he had it in him.”

Raising your hand, you defend poor Tech. “In his defence, I did pounce on him. He seemed rather eager, though!”

“Good man,” Crosshair comments with a nod of his head. If it had been Hunter who went first, Crosshair would have been beyond furious. But Tech? Yeah, Crosshair has his back. His eyes flick between you, and your forgotten drink. “Your tea’s going cold,” he gestures. You willingly take the mug between your hands, enjoying what’s left of your beverage.

Rising to his feet, Crosshair bids farewell. “I’ll leave you to your… organising,” he shrugs, heading for the door.

As the door opens, you call out his name. Crosshair looks back with his usual monotone expression, but a small smile appears on his lips as you reply, “thank you for the talk… and the tea!”

“Like I said, I’m an excellent listener,” he mindlessly shrugs, and leaves you to it, shutting the door behind him.

Now alone, you question if you have any energy left within you to do some more cleaning and organising, not that there’s much left to do. Your dorm is, after all, as small as it can be. Curse the GAR for always picking the cheap route! The time on your clock reads that it’s late, and the surprise yawn that escapes your lips helps you decide that it’s time for bed.

Hopefully, snuggled up within your blankets, you can plan on how to approach Hunter… or avoid him even more…

[anxiouspineapple99]

You Don’t Have to Choose

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader x Crosshair

Summary: Tech and Crosshair find themselves pining for the same woman. They share most other things so why not her too?

Warnings: This is filth. Just smutty smut. Oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV sex, softdom!Tech, fingering, threesome (NO c!onecest) Crosshair catches feelings, absolutely 18+ because this isn’t for minors.

Word Count: 5k — yeah I just went balls to the wall with this one lol

A/N: This was my first ever smut piece so please be kind 🥲. Thank you to my amazing proofreaders @dystopicjumpsuit and @starrylothcat I don’t deserve you!

Dividers courtesy of: @tcwmatchmakingau

You knelt between Crosshair’s knees, dabbing the gauze soaked in bacta across his knuckles, “For Maker’s sake Cross, what did you hit? A durasteel wall? You’re lucky I didn’t need to stitch this up.”

The silver-haired sniper hissed an inaudible swear through his teeth but refused to answer.

“Actually it was a B-1, but instead of a clean hit his knuckles collided with a joint causing more damage to the dermis,” Tech’s voice rang out from the cockpit.

“Tattletell,” Crosshair grumbled, “Hunter was overwhelmed. It was…reflex.”

A soft smile crept to your lips as you cooed, “I knew you were secretly a softie, Cross.” You continued your care of his hands, brushing your fingertips comfortingly across them. It was a touch that was more affectionate than clinical. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

Crosshair shifted uncomfortably at the praise, refusing to meet your eyes but you were certain a smile briefly pulled at the corners of his mouth before he suppressed it.

“Tech!” you called as you finished gathering the contents of your medkit, “don’t think I didn’t see that head wound you tried to hide from me when you got back!” You huffed impatiently as you marched into the cockpit.

“I am fine. Your concern is unwarranted,” Tech held up his hand to you which you immediately swatted away.

“I’m the medic here. I’ll make that call.” You grabbed his chin and turned him to face you. He rolled his eyes as you inspected the head wound that was poorly tended and still bleeding.

“I swear to the Force, Tech. You and Crosshair are, without a doubt, my worst patients. Hunter and Wrecker let me take care of them with no complaints. But you two? You hide everything and Crosshair is so tight lipped I have to use a hydrospanner to get him to open up about his injuries. Just. Let. Me. Do. My. Job.” You furrowed your brow as you tenderly cleaned and covered his injury. Your fingers brushed down along his jaw sending a slight chill down his spine. You pulled out your pen torch and reached for Tech’s goggles.

He pushed your hand away, “That is unnecessary. My injury was not substantial enough to…” he paused when he heard the clicking of your grinding teeth. “Very well, if you insist,” he relented, lifting his goggles from his face.

Your face softened as you leaned in to shine the pen torch in each eye. “Pupillary light response is normal.”

Tech turned back to face the viewport, “I told you as such.”

You pushed yourself between his knees and caged him in against the pilot’s seat. “Uh-uh. I want to make myself abundantly clear, Tech.” You leaned into him nearly nose to nose and intensely held his gaze, “Stop hiding injuries from me. And tell your brother he needs to verbalize what he needs from me.”

Tech inhaled and met your intensity. While he didn’t carry the imposing stature of Wrecker, he was not easily intimidated. “I will share injuries when I feel they require your expertise. And you and I both know Crosshair is hardly a conversationalist. That is his nature and you cannot change him.”

Your lips pressed into a hard line. “I’m not asking to change him, I am asking for cooperation. From you both.”

Tech put his goggles back on before retorting, “The best I can offer is speaking on Cross’s behalf. I did it when we were cadets on Kamino and sometimes still do. He dislikes the Kaminoans and medical procedures even more.”

You closed your eyes and sighed as you relented, “Fine. That’s fair. I understand his discomfort and if your speaking for him means I can better help him then we can do that.” You pressed your forehead to Tech’s “But you, sir, will be the death of me if you keep hiding injuries. Please, try to trust that I can help you. Even with the insignificant ones.”

Tech blinked rapidly, taken aback by your sudden intimate show of affection, “I do trust you.”

You pulled back with a look of sadness and exhaustion in your eyes, “Prove it then.” You gathered your medkit and climbed over his lithely long leg before pausing at the door to the cockpit, “You’re medically cleared, by the way. If you feel any discomfort feel free to let me know, though I’m sure you won’t.”

“What was that?” Crosshair sat in the copilot seat and flung his feet onto the console.

Tech shot him a glare before answering, “She seems to believe that I do not trust her. And she wants you to speak up and tell her what you need.” Crosshair hummed in acknowledgment, staring straight ahead. Tech continued, “I told her I would speak on your behalf regarding any medical issues.”

Crosshair tilted his head toward his brother, “We aren’t cadets anymore. You don’t have to do that.”

“I am aware. However, I am also aware of how distressing medical procedures still are for you. No matter how minor.” Tech remembered how many medical procedures he’d had to intervene on Crosshair's behalf. He’d do it for the rest of their lives if he had to.

“Thanks,” he let his head flop back onto the headrest. “Should we tell her?”

“Perhaps. I have been thinking about that. We agreed to not confess our attraction to her owing to not wanting her to have to choose, correct?” Tech fiddled with controls as he spoke.

“Yeah?” Crosshair’s leg bounced, not knowing what Tech was thinking was rare for him and it always made him nervous when it happened.

“What if we did not ask her to choose?” Tech asked pointedly.

“You mean you want to… share her?” The incredulity was dripping in Crosshair’s voice at Tech’s suggestion. The two of them shared many things, living spaces, genetics, secrets, sometimes even clothing when they weren’t paying attention when putting on their blacks, but a woman? That would be a first.

“Precisely,” he held up his finger, eyes fixed on the console before him.

“What makes you think she would go for it?” Crosshair ran his fingers through his silver locks.

“She shows all the markers for physical attraction at the minimum: pupillary dilation upon seeing us, elevation in heart rate and respiration, opting for closer physical proximity to us.” Pride beamed from Tech’s face as he continued, “And a particularly charming smile that I have only ever seen directed towards us.”

Crosshair leaned forward and looked at Tech, concern still etched into his brow. “But both of us?”

“What do we have to lose? We already avoid her as it is. At least we would have a reason if she was not amenable to the suggestion.” Tech answered ardently.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes at Tech. “And if she is amenable?”

Tech glanced back toward him with a slight shrug. “Lucky us.”

***********

You reclined across the crash seats, feet kicked up as you caught up with journals on the most u-pto-date medical practices. You were deeply focused on efficient battlefield stabilization techniques when Crosshair’s voice startled you.

“You could get hurt sitting like that.”

You let out a squeak as your datapad flew from your hands. Tech easily caught it single handed as he stood over you.

“Maker, you almost made me jump out of my skin, Cross!” As you sat up you realized only Tech and Crosshair had approached you. “Is everything okay? Do you need me to take a look at that hand, Crosshair? You’re not having headaches, are you Tech?” You stood up, ready to grab your medkit.

Crosshair stood behind Tech, flicking his toothpick idly as his eyes drank you in from head to toe. “No. We have no physical complaints. Crosshair and I actually have a proposition for you,” Tech’s unfalteringly calm voice gave you chills as he caged you in against the wall.

“What would that be?” Your voice cracked as you attempted to steady your breathing.

“We find you exceptionally alluring.” Even through his goggles you could see desire burning in his eyes. “And we know you are also attracted to us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him trying not to give up your cards too soon, “You seem quite sure of that.”

A smile curled at the corners of Tech’s mouth. He slowly leaned in, licking his lips as he hovered so close to your ear you could feel his breath all the way down your neck. “Do not play coy, mesh’la. That is a game you will not win. I am seldom wrong. We see the smiles, the close proximity you unconsciously try to keep to us. I’ve seen your pupillary response when speaking to myself and Crosshair as opposed to Hunter and Wrecker. I have watched your increased respiration and felt your heart rate increase through your radial pulse when I have held your wrist.”

An involuntary whine vibrated in your chest, “Y-You noticed all of that?”

The sound pulled a smile from Crosshair, “Hear that Tech? She’s already worked up.” He leaned over Tech’s shoulder, licking his lips as his eyes remained fixed on your crotch.

Tech cocked an eyebrow, “Indeed. She is even prettier when she’s flustered.”

Crosshair grinned deviously and whispered in your other ear, “Give up, doll. Tech’s right. You won’t win this game.” He grazed your ear with his teeth before pulling back to stand behind Tech again leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Would you acquiesce to allowing Crosshair and myself to provide you with an evening of pleasure you have never known before?”

Your heart fluttered at the suggestion. Your eyes looked from Crosshair to Tech before giving your answer. “Yes. Yes, I would very much enjoy an evening with you.”

Crosshair flicked his toothpick into a nearby bin. He leaned in and gripped your chin, “You’re in for a treat princess. Tech? Explain the rules to her.”

As he turned to walk away, Tech leaned back in, brushing his nose from your hairline down to the delicate dip where your neck and shoulder meet. He pulled down the collar of your body glove enough to expose the soft skin where he began to kiss you. You gasped. His mouth felt incredible. What started light and soft ended with him leaving his mark.

“Just follow my directions, cyare, and you will experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know,” he murmured.

************

When you arrived back on Kamino, the boys sent you ahead to the barracks while they headed to the medical bay for the regular check in and check up from the Kaminoans. The silence in the room was only broken by the Kaminoan rain tapping on the windows. As you moved about arranging equipment and settling in, your mind wandered to Tech and Crosshair. Ever since your conversation, you’d noticed they’d been more affectionate. A hand in the small of your back, a tap on the chin, breathing in your scent in tight spaces; and every show of affection sent you spiraling deeper into your feelings for them.

Tech had implied he’d arranged something with Hunter that would give the three of you privacy in the barracks at some point. The thought brought flutters to your chest. The anticipation was torturous, and just imagining what Cross and Tech had planned for you caused you to ache. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door hissing open. You were surprised to see Tech entering alone.

“Well, cyare. Are you ready? Hunter and Wrecker have previous engagements elsewhere. We agreed we should make the most of the time alone,” he purred as he leaned on his workbench.

“And Cross?” You glanced at the door waiting for him to stroll in with his signature swagger.

“He will join us later. We have already discussed it. You are mine right now. Next time he will have the honor of doing this. Of preparing you.”

His words sent you reeling. You are mine right now. The possessiveness of his tone sent your heart racing and made you ache more in the deepest depths of your core.

“Do you mind if I record us? I would thoroughly enjoy rewatching to identify what exactly makes you come completely unraveled. For next time.” He tapped the recording device on his goggles.

“Next time?” Your breath hitched, “There’s…there’s going to be a next time?”

“Assuming you are pleased with our performance, yes. We would like this to be a recurring experience. Both together and individually. Our attraction to you does traverse the physical into the emotional. I thought that was obvious.”

A soft whimper escaped you before you answered, “Yes, of course you can record this Tech.”

He nodded, removing the last of his armor, leaving him standing before you in his blacks. He reached his hand out to you, a gesture that was far more chivalrous than you’d anticipated for the evening. You accepted his outstretched hand and he guided you to Crosshair’s bunk. You began to undress, but he stopped you.

“Allow me, mesh’la. I would like to take this moment alone to appreciate you.”

Piece by piece he stripped you down to nothing, kisses trailing behind the shed garments. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips brushing over your body. He studied you; his hands learned you. His touch was soft and gentle as he traced your features,placing kisses on all of your exposed skin. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in, your tongue teasing at his lips, begging for entry. His kisses were methodical like everything he did. He was testing, experimenting with different techniques, seeing what you liked. Paying attention to your body language and adjusting accordingly. However, while every move was deliberate, there was a gentle reverence there as well. He stroked and nuzzled and caressed. He guided you to the bunk, he leaned against the head of the bed and settled you between his legs.

As you reclined in his lap, you felt so vulnerable and yet safe. His fingertips wandered your naked body as he placed kisses all along your neck.

“Relax cyar’ika. You spend all your time caring for us. Allow me to care for you.” The rumble of his voice in his chest spurred on the heat growing between your legs. You sighed a soft whine and he smiled, “It would seem you find my touch pleasurable already.”

Just the sound of his voice had your pussy clenching, “Oh stars, Tech. Please don’t stop.”

“I had not planned on it,” his lips brushed your ear as he spoke, sending chills across your body. You reached behind you and clasped your hand to the back of his neck, grasping the hair at the nape. He growled in response to your touch, a new sound you’d not heard from him before but certainly wanted to hear again.

His hands continued to wander until they settled on your breasts. His deft fingers moved and played with your nipples with the same skill and agility you’d seen used while he tinkered under the control panel of the Marauder. The feeling of the soft concentric circles he was drawing pulled a lewd groan from you as you arched your back.

“Fascinating,” was all he said as he continued his ministrations with one hand and trailed the other to between your legs. You were dripping wet already, yearning for relief. You spread your legs more hoping to entice him. He ran his finger softly along your folds, you bucked your hips chasing the pleasure his fingers brought. He hummed, “All in good time, darling. All in good time. Maker, you are so wet already. I am, admittedly, a little jealous that Crosshair gets to eat your pussy tonight. But that does not mean I cannot taste you now.”

He traced your sex a few more times, admiring it. His other hand left your breast, trailing lightly down your torso to your folds to spread you open. He dipped a finger inside you slowly, swirling and thrusting. He brought the finger to his mouth groaning at the taste of you, his cock twitching beneath his blacks. You inhaled sharply. His touch was divine and you didn’t want him to stop.

“Mmm you appear to enjoy the feeling of my fingers, cyar’ika. Shall I do that again?” He ghosted over your pussy, teasing with a featherlight touch.

“Oh by the Force,Tech…” you mewled, “yes, please do that again.”

He hummed, sliding two digits into you next. His dexterous fingers reached that glorious spot inside of you, pulling a filthy moan from deep within.

“Mmmm, yes, I notice this spot–” Tech pressed again, eliciting another lewd sound from you, “–is one I would like to investigate more later. Perhaps, when we are alone again?”

He had rendered you speechless and all you could manage was a sharp nod and a weak “uh huh” as he toyed with you.

The door hissed open again as Crosshair strolled inside. “How’s our little kitten, Tech?”

His smokey voice caused your pussy to clench around Tech’s fingers. “Based on the reaction she is having to your voice, I’d say she is eager and ready.”

Crosshair grinned as he removed his armor, “Mmm. ‘s shame I won’t be doing much talking this time around.” He looked at you, “Tech does enough talking for the both of us. Hope you don’t mind, princess.”

Your chest heaved, out of breath already from the teasing Tech had been putting you through, “I think I’ll manage. I do love hearing Tech talk.”

Crosshair lithely climbed onto the foot of his bunk. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, his eyes lust-filled and his erection pressing against his blacks. He began nibbling and licking the inside of your legs, working his way to your core. For a while Tech continued with his fingers inside of you. He was skillful and his ability to learn quickly meant he’d found nearly every spot inside of you that caused you to fall apart around his hands. However, as Crosshair approached your core, he looked up at Tech and gave him a sharp nod. Tech removed his fingers from your aching pussy, and you whined now feeling empty without him.

“Shhh, Crosshair will take care of you, beautiful.” He sucked his fingers clean once again as Crosshair began licking your outer folds.

You bucked your hips and groaned as Cross moved painfully slowly across you. He alternated licking and sucking your folds with biting the inside of your thighs, leaving purple marks in his wake. Crosshair was needy and aggressive, a stark contrast to Tech’s gentle and methodical approach. He gripped your thighs plunging his tongue deep inside of you, fueled by the moaning, mewling mess it made you. Tech brought his mouth to one of your nipples. As his tongue teased you, you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“I..uhgn…I’m so close..”

Crosshair looked up, meeting Tech’s eyes, communicating something only the two of them understood. Tech immediately eased up on his ministrations. You whined at the abrupt halt to his rhythmic play.

“I am sorry darling. Crosshair wants to enjoy you a little longer and should I continue at that pace you would orgasm far sooner than he would like.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. He still tasted like you. His lips then moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting as his hands caressed you. Tech handled you with the same care he handled the Marauder, while Crosshair was unyielding and harsh. He was holding you so tightly you’d have bruises later.

Crosshair growled, devouring you like you were a fine meal. His face glistened with your slick as he pulled back to slide his slender finger inside you, first one and then two. He was rough with his mouth, but his fingers moved as they did across the trigger of his beloved rifle.

As he found his own rhythm, his tongue moved to your clit. The sudden sensation forced a squeal from you. You felt Crosshair smile against you and picked up his pace, sucking and kissing your clit, stoking the fire within. He growled as he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. The shameless moans of his name and gyration of your hips told him your climax was fast approaching and he was ready to guide you to the precipice.

Tech rumbled, “It would seem Cross is ready for you to finish, and so am I.”

Your hips bucked into Crosshair’s face as his tongue flicked across your sensitive bud and his fingers caressed the same spot Tech had investigated earlier with his sniper’s precision. You careened over the edge as Tech covered your mouth to stifle your involuntary scream of Crosshair’s name. After working you through your peak he sat up looking rather pleased with himself, your slick covering his mouth and hands.

“How are you doing, pretty thing?” Crosshair cooed with a softness he kept tightly locked away as he kissed all the marks he’d left on your thighs.

“I’m excellent,” you huffed, catching your breath.

“Think you’re up for round two?” Crosshair ran a calloused hand softly along your leg.

“Absolutely.” You leaned toward him and stroked his cheek, “I knew you were a softie, Cross.”

He rolled his eyes before planting a soft kiss on your palm. “Don’t tell Hunter.”

***********

“On your knees.” The commanding timbre of Tech’s voice sent a blazing heat to your core as you repositioned yourself onto all fours. Crosshair freed himself from his blacks first. He was swollen, hard, and throbbing as he ached to be consumed by you.

“Oh Cross. So. Big. I’m gonna swallow all of you,” you whined, eager to have him in your mouth.

Crosshair reclined back, eyes blown with lust. You licked your lips as you eyed the precum glistening at his velvety tip.

“Go ahead, cyare. He’s ready,” Tech encouraged.

You crawled toward Crosshair, catching his gaze. You licked him from base to tip, pressing the flat of your tongue against his head, lapping up the precum. You began swirling your tongue around the ridge of his head as you kneaded his muscular thighs. Crosshair groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair. You released the tip and began licking him from base to tip again, interspersed occasionally with kisses and a graze of teeth. Crosshair moaned and gripped your hair tighter as you took him in your mouth. You almost gagged as he brushed the back of your throat. You paused to relax, to take him all in. Slowly you began to bob your head and soon Crosshair exceeded your pace, gyrating and bucking his hips, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fucked your mouth. Your name was a prayer on his tongue that he quietly yet devoutly recited.

Tech brushed the tip of his cock against your folds and in spite of your mouth being full of Crosshair, he heard the sinful sounds coming from you. He teased you with the tip just as he had with his fingers earlier. You tried to rock your hips backward into him, needing him to fill you up. You felt empty and desperate for him. He placed his hand on your hips to steady you as he slowly sheathed himself. The stretch around him was perfect. You felt his every ridge rubbing against your walls, and you instinctively rocked into him. Tech slowly pulled out leaving only the tip and thrust again, his own sinful sounds intensifying.

“So amazing…perfect for us. Perfect for me. You take me so well mesh’la. You’re so wet…hng…so tight. Such a good girl… your mouth is taking Crosshair so well, pretty girl.”

Tech quickly matched Crosshair’s pace and intensity. Had you not been so lost in the throes of ecstasy you probably would have joked that you resembled a rotisserie nuna. The feel of Tech running his hands the length of your back had you falling apart. You lost track of time as the room was filled with the wanton moans of all three of you as well as the sound of Tech’s thighs slapping against your backside. When Crosshair’s rhythm began to become irregular you cupped his balls, toying with and massaging him drawing sounds from him you hadn’t even known were possible.

“Cross is going to finish now, love. I need your mouth free so you can use your words for me,” you heard Tech croon as he rubbed your back encouragingly.

Crosshair shuddered, a final gutteral moan of your name fell from his lips. You eagerly swallowed all he had to give you. He leaned in, cradling your chin and pulled you in for a kiss filled with warmth and affection.

Tech wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, “Do you want Crosshair to play with your breasts while I fuck you, darling?”

“Y-yes. Yes, please,” you breathlessly mewled as you reached back and locked your fingers behind Tech’s neck.

“Good girl,” Tech growled into your ear, resuming his steady thrusting.

Crosshair ran the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples, a pleased sigh leaving him as they pebbled under his touch. Your head lolled back resting on Tech’s chest and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in an impassioned kiss. Crosshair cupped your breasts, massaging them as he took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue drew concentric circles around one sensitive bud and his thumb mimicked the movement on the other. You felt the coil deep within you tightening, moaning their names as you felt yourself approaching another climax.

“Tech…Cross… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, love,” Tech’s thrusts slowed and Crosshair pulled himself from your nipple with a pop. In a single swift motion Tech flipped you onto your back.

“Look at me, mesh’la. I have not seen enough of those exquisite eyes tonight. I want you looking at me when you cum.” His eyes were hungry as he met your gaze.

He crashed into your lips, tongue brushing against them, demanding access you readily granted him. He cupped your breast, flicking your nipple beneath his thumb. You bucked your hips into him, meeting his own steady thrusts. His cock hit the point of divinity yet again, over and over drawing obscene moans from you as he dragged his teeth over your neck.

“You are doing so well, cyare. Now, be a good girl. Tell us who you belong to, and I’ll let you cum. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to,” Tech demanded as he caged you in on the bed, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You brought your palms to his cheeks, “Y-yours…oh maker…yours, Tech and Crosshair.”

“That’s our good girl,” Tech smiled before his lips collided with yours again, muffling the pornographic sounds of the two of you simultaneously reaching your climax and then riding it out together.

Tech rolled off of you and you rested your head on his chest, spent and coming down from your high. Crosshair brought a few towels over and some water. He settled in next to you pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he whispered “Mine” over and over and tenderly cleaned you up.

Tech nuzzled into your ear, “I hope I have adequately proven now that I do, in fact, trust you.”

You huffed a chuckle leaning into his touch, “If all of this was to prove you trust me, it was a bit excessive. Not that I’m complaining but just letting me do my job would have sufficed.”

He drew a finger down your sternum, tracing the outline of your breasts, “Indeed, if this had been an exercise solely to prove I trust you it would have been excessive. However, that was not the sole purpose.”

“Go on,” you looked up at him inquisitively.

“Primarily this was because we, Crosshair and myself, have harbored deep-seated feelings of affection for you for quite some time. We felt it was time to act upon them.”

You reached over your shoulder running your fingers over Crosshair’s jaw, “That true, Cross?”

“Pretty much, kitten,” Crosshair purred into your hair as his hands ghosted along your curves.

You hummed contentedly, “I’m glad you did.”

“As much as we are loving the view, it would probably behoove you to dress as Wrecker and Hunter shall be returning soon. I do not wish to share this with them. You are ours,”

You sat up and turned to face them. You pulled Crosshair to you, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips before whispering, “I am yours…” against them. After pulling back, you followed suit with Tech, drawing your teeth across his bottom lip before whispering, “…and only yours” against his lips. Fortunately you dressed in record time because just as you finished Hunter and Wrecker returned.

***********

You’d settled onto the uncomfortable sofa with your datapad, Wrecker’s snoring overpowering the sound of the soldering Tech was still doing at his workbench. A soft brush of fingers across your shoulder pulled you from your reading. Crosshair stood beside you, refusing to make eye contact through his ever present scowl.

“Will…” he rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek, “will you stay with me tonight?”

“I’d love to,” you whispered as you rose and followed him to his bunk. Before he climbed into bed you gave him a quick goose and a wink when he spun around to face you.

“Didn’t get enough earlier, huh?” He leaned in, pressing his temple to yours, “You’ll have to be a good girl and wait.”

You giggled and settled in next to him. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed his nose into your hair and soon he’d drifted into an unusually peaceful sleep.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you awoke to Tech’s soft kiss to your forehead, “Apologies mesh’la. I did not mean to wake you. I just wanted one last kiss from my girl before finally retiring to my bunk.” He softly brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in for a more passionate kiss on the lips. “While you are sleeping in Cross's bed tonight, I shall be watching my recording of you,” he whispered against your lips. You clenched your thighs together, aroused knowing that Tech would be watching you all over again.

Tech settled into his bunk and pulled up the file. He was used to sharing a lot with Crosshair, but sharing you was still going to take some getting used to. At least his recordings were always of excellent quality.

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[hiddenlife-manager]

Shidou Chubby NSFW

Shidou Ryusei x Chubby Fem Reader

cw… creampie, implied second round, friends with benefits, chubby reader, female reader, panties, pervert Shidou, slight voyeurism, choking, most clothed, slutty Shidou, pregnancy mention, and dom Shidou

notepad… dude this one took so long to get inspo. But I like it ish. Cause I wanted to do chubby reader but I’m not still good at it so uh work with me. I also have a Jude Bellingham ready and a sniper Poe one ready.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, and a hand was placed on your lips, muffling your screams while you were dragged into an empty classroom. The hand let go of your lips directly after being dragged into the class, and the door was shut. You turned to see Shidou Ryusei, the one man who has allegedly fucked almost all the women who attended the school.

"What the fuck, Shidou!" He shushed you and pulled you close to him by your hips, his big hands holding onto your dips.

"I missed you, baby…" He dragged out the last word, placing his lips against your neck. 

"Shidou, you’re such a fucking dog." You groaned while attempting to push him off of you.

"Your panties just aren’t enough. Your smell is almost gone." He muttered, holding you close, his hands lowering down to your ass. Gripping the fat from your ass.

"I’ll just give you the ones I’m wearing." You said this to him, and he shook his head. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to shove himself into you and feel pure bliss. 

"I want you, baby; don’t do this to me." He moved his hands and began to touch your tummy, holding your belly fat with nothing but admiration. God baby, you are so soft, and I just want to put myself in your cunt." He groaned. 

"Shidou, just take my panties." He chuckled, grabbing your waist while picking you up as if you were light as a feather. He walked you over to a classroom window and pressed you to the window. As your breast squished against the window. "Shidou, you are just a horny bastard." 

"Is there a problem with that?" He gripped your thighs while lifting your skirt.

"Shidou I’m pressed against the window, you can’t possibly just- ah!" You whimpered as you felt Shidou's hand come into contact with your ass. Shidou was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled with the impact.

"Why should it matter, just shows who you belong to." He placed his head on your neck, his hands roaming your chubby body. He loved how soft you felt and how you felt perfect in his arms. 

"Shidou, we’re just fuck bud- oh god-" You moaned as his hand went down to your cunt and began to circle his fingers on your clit, his other hand gripping your breast. Your hand is placed against the window.

"You’re such a slut." His one hand continued to rub circles as your legs shook from the pleasure. 

"Don’t stop." You breathed out while his hand stopped. "Shidou!" You groaned, annoyed. 

"Sorry, baby, but I just need to stuff you." You tried to protest and call him an asshole, but in that moment, you felt his cock pressed against your entrance. 

"How did yo-" you cut yourself off as your hands slammed against the window, feeling his tip enter you. 

"Don’t ask questions." He groaned as he slammed himself into you, his hands traveling up  to your breast. You nodded weakly, while his hands held your hips dips, keeping you in place while he slammed his cock into your gummy walls. He loved how you took him in as your mouth opened up to moan loudly. 

"Shid-" You cried as you used one of the hands pressed against the window to cover your mouth. 

"Aww, don’t be fuckin quiet." He leaned down to your ear, nibbling on your ear, and slammed into you harder, allowing you to squeak out a louder moan. His left hand released your hip, keeping his right hand still on your hip and his left gripping your neck as you gasped for air, removing your hand from your mouth.

Your cunt squeezed onto him, throbbing around his cock. You were trying to catch your breath as Shidou fucked you hard. Moans leaving you shamelessly, Shidou wasn’t afraid to moan into your ear, telling you how amazing your pussy is. 

"Let me cum in you." He groaned, and you shook your head. 

"Don’t- ah- you fucking dar-" You let out a loud scream as your legs shook; it wasn't an orgasm, but you were so fucking close as you lost your footing, and Shidou kept holding you against the window. "They- th- they can see- us..." You dragged out the last word as he slapped your ass.

"Fuck…" He could now barely let out full sentences as you hugged him well against your gummy walls. His cock started to twitch inside of you. 

"Fuck nervemind, please cum in me." You cried, and he chuckled lowly into your ear. His hands pulled you back from the window and put you directly bent on the desk. His hands gripped your hips, and he rammed himself harder into you. Your hands grip the desk, trying to stay up, and your legs feel weak.

The room sounded lewd with skin slapping and your slick dripping down your chubby thighs. Shidou loved your chubby figure, and he loved fucking it any way he wanted. You began drooling on the desk, you could squeeze him tighter again. Until Shidou groaned loudly, fucking you hard, hot ropes of his cum in you. You haven’t reached your high, and Shidou, knowing this, pulled at your hair, forcing you up as he thrust his orgasm into you.

You moaned as your legs gave out, crying out loudly, ignoring the fact that you were still at school. Shidou pulled out of you, keeping you stable on the desk while watching his cum pull out of your cute pussy.

"You… have to… buy me a plan B." You groaned as you tried to catch your breath. 

"In return for your panties." He smirked, and you tried to turn to smack him.

"I let you cum in me; get me a plan B or I will kill you. I offered my panties at first." Shidou smirked, leaning down to your pussy placing your thighs around his neck. You gasped as his cold tongue piercing touched your clit. You tried to pull back from the stimulation as you felt overwhelmed. Shidou, you fuck- ahh."

[celseph]

Restraintless (König x Fem reader)

You awoke with a jolt and brushed your feet against the soft mattress of the bed. The harsh reality of the situation washed over like a frigid wave. Your wrists ached, and your heart raced as you realized you were strained by chains, anchored to rusted metal. 

Each chain is bound to the sides of the bed.

Dressed in underwear and a loose shirt, the red covers swirled around your thigh and up. 

Panic clawed your chest as you scanned the barely lit room, finally settling on the menacing figure seated on a chair in front of you.

König, god who else could it even be?

His shirt was off, sat in a wooden chair with his army pants and sniper hood still on. A sharp knife in hand, holding it by the handle with his fingers as the tip of the blade carved into the armrest.

Swallowing hard, you tried to muster some semblance of courage. 

"This... This is all some sick obsession, isn't it?" 

You stammered, your voice trembling with fear. 

"You can't actually hurt me, no matter how much you want to."  Regret washed over you like a tidal wave. You had been foolish, pushing boundaries and taunting him in a reckless game of provocation. 

Now, the repercussions of those actions were horrifyingly clear. You had underestimated his obsession, the lengths he was willing to go to.

Thou, you had developed complicated feelings for him, a twisted mixture of fascination and affection. You couldn't deny that a part of you loved him, but it was a love tainted by fear.

König chuckled, “Hurt you? No, liebe, that is not my intention.” He spoke in an affectionate tone. However, the twisted obsession and longing were lurking under, capturing the meaning of his own words.

You found yourself caught in a surreal and terrifying predicament, a prisoner to your own desires and the enigmatic man who had become your darkest fascination.

König slowly sat up. 

The knife in his hands swung back and forth as he approached the bed you were bound in. Unable to move, though even if you could, you still wouldn't

His stare was ravishing, like an animal stalking its prey. That prey is naive enough to provoke its predator.

“You won’t break me, I’m not giving you the satisfaction” you utter, your heavy breathing just as audible as those words.

König, though, kept silent.

Deafening silence.

As he drew closer, the knife in his hand swayed ominously. 

"Break you? Oh, liebe, you've already broken. You broke the moment you realized you do love me."

Those words sent shivers down your spine, causing your breath to hitch. Looking at him through your brows, you tilt your head away. You wanted to cry and get a restraining order against him after he lets you go. If that would ever happen.

Although doing that made your stomach twist, not like it would stop him anyway. But what if it did?

A part of you wanted to resist, to deny him the satisfaction of breaking your spirit. But another part, the darker part, whispered that maybe this was what you secretly craved all along.

“Satisfaction isn't enough, {Y/n}, I want more. I seek for more than just the satisfaction.” he hissed. The vulnerability though, was willingly unhid.

“What do you want from me then?” your voice was wobbly, this was a nightmare. Your eyes locked with his.

The love you felt for him, twisted and tainted, battled with your overwhelming fear.

“I want you, all of you. I want it all for myself.” As selfish as it sounded, it was true. He had accepted this dark side of himself, and the way his mind worked when it came to you.

König placed his knees on the bed, the red covers shifting around him. He crawled closer, the grip on the knife was unyielding.

The man you both loved and feared was about to push the boundaries of your desires and plunge you deeper into an ordeal you could never have imagined.

With deliberate care, he approached you, his bare hands reaching under your knees to gently place your legs over his own thighs. Your body tensed, caught between a fight-or-flight response and the unsettling pull of desire.

You tried to resist, your mind screaming at you to escape this horrifying situation. But your body, betraying your will, seemed to respond to the closeness of the person who had both terrified and captivated you.

Your hips sway further, like a magnet that pulls you closer until your bodies intertwine.

His fingers run under your shirt, a soft caress.

“Why? Why like this?” You whisper, he had a stare so captivating, one that could make you allow him to do whatever he desired.

“This way, you can be truly mine. Nobody else would ever come close to the way I have you.”

König places his palms on the bed, right under your armpits. 

Your hips were pressed together, and you could feel his crotch pressing against you, with a desire that could burn holes through fear, and scatter it into ashes.

“Don't fight it, Maus. This is what you've always wanted deep down, isn't it? To be truly possessed by me. 

Tell me, tell me you want this liebe. I want the consent.”

 Love, fear, desire, and dread all swirled together in a chaotic storm, leaving you helpless and uncertain of what would come next in this twisted dance of obsession and control.

You just wanted to lift that sniper hood and kiss him. Were you insane? Or was this just the way love worked?

 “Please, yes.” The fear disappears with those words. He had never done anything to make you feel unsafe. Or tormented, the void of love and obsession just swirled you in and drowsed you to bits.

Your thighs squeezed his waist. The knife in his hand trails down your shirt and to your belly, where he lifts it. 

Your head moves dangerously closer to his, reaching with desperation.

He places one hand behind your head, cautiously running his hand through your hair.

You take the hem of the sniper hood between your teeth, and he purposely moves his head down to help you place it over the bridge of his nose. 

As you do so, he lifts his gaze and his eyes meet yours for a split second, before pulling you in for a desperate and aggressive kiss.

Your lips press against his, as your hips press against his. The knife in his hand makes its way to the side of your underwear, slicing the material apart.

With a faint moan, you squirm under his touch, your body yearning for him.

He brushes his lips across your neck while shifting the knife in his hands.

He holds the knife cautiously by the blade, the handle sliding further under your hips. You gasp as the realization of what he’s about to do hits. 

König places the handle right in front of your slit. His hand slides to your hips. 

“Colonel, you wouldn't use that on me, would you?” You utter as your fingers twitch.

The thought of knife play never really crossed your mind.

 Being fucked by a knife handle, and the person pushing it in and out of you would be Konig.

This man was full of surprises, ones that you never thought would anticipate you.

“I want to make you cum, using a knife handle {Y/n}, allow me?” a hot whisper hit your neck.

“Fuck.” You exhale with desperation. 

You nod with approval.

König inhales and pushes the blade handle in you, You arch with a faint moan. He holds your hips with a tight grip as he moves the knife towards himself again. 

“Oh, god… ah” You whimper as your wrists struggle against the cuffs.

“So good, so mine.” He groans as his bulge almost tears through his pants.

The hem of the blade slides in and out of you, the pace increasing to his liking. Your moans get louder and the desperation takes over every inch of your body.

He slams the handle fully in you, holding your hips tight as your legs are spread on his sides.

A sickly sweet poison that coursed through your veins, compelling you to surrender to his desires even as your instincts screamed for more.

This was further than every dark fantasy of yours, the lust was too much to handle for both him and you.

“I want every thought of yours, every moment to revolve around me. I want everything about you to belong to me only” he snarled unapologetically as you felt closer to the edge and ready to jump down the cliff of submission and bliss for him.

The twisted love that bound them had ensnared your being, rendering you powerless in the face of his relentless obsession.

“Come for me, Maus” He ordered. His pace gradually increased, the sounds of the hard handle hitting your skin, and your gasps and moans filled the room.

Eventually, you had to let go, and so with a desperate squirm, you finish. The situation had gotten you messy, with hair strands all over your face, red cheeks, and lips dripping with saliva. Bit of König’s aswell.

He cautiously brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your cheek. 

You could feel his warmth against your skin, and your body reacted despite your inner turmoil. A surge of arousal mingled with obsession and desire, creating a bizarre cocktail of emotions you couldn't escape.

As he drew closer still, the room seemed to blur, and you were left with the undeniable truth that your fate was now in his hands, a captive in a twisted cage of love.

The room seemed to close in around them, as they became lost in a world of their own making. A world where love and fear intertwined, where obsession knew no limits, and where you were irrevocably his.

You were claimed, not just physically but emotionally, by the man who had become your dark obsession.

The love for König was an undeniable paradox, born out of fear and desire, and it had led to this chilling moment.

 “You're mine, {Y/n}, always were. And always will,” he uttered as his face buried in your neck.

[ttzamara]

Hello there! I wanted to say that I absolutely love your writing and that I think you're amazing and I hope you're doing great.

And if you're taking requests, could I have something were the reader is sleep walking and because she has feelings for Tech she walks to his bunk and cuddles him and, of course, tech has feelings for her too and let's her sleep with him and it all ends with smut?

It's just something I've had on my mind for a while now but I thought it will be better if you could write it

First of all thank you so much love i really appreciate the feedback <3 I hope u are alright too and have a lovely day!

,Second! thank you so much for this lovely request! Im so sad that it took me so long to write this, especially since this is one of my first requests but im so happy that its finally finished! Hope you enjoy it

I tried to inform myself about Sleepwalking as much as possible since i did not know a lot about it - if i made any mistakes with my current knowledge please tell me (;

TECH X FEM!READER (18+)

(Warnings: SMUT, Minors DNI, P in V (Wrap it before you tap it kids), Not proofread, Language, !!English is not my first language!!)

My Requests are open!

5.505 Words and 30.228 Characters

Even as a young child, people around you noticed how you suddenly got up at night and interacted with things around you without knowing anything about it when you woke up.

It was never a big problem, a little strange at first, but they quickly got used to it. Even the boys learned to deal with it. When Tech was going over your medical report before you arrived and read the word somnambulism, he made sure to learn about it and explain it to his brothers.

They were skeptical when Tech explained it to them, Crosshair even joked that he might accidentally shoot you if you sleepwalked through the Marauders and scared him.

But after Tech's explanation, they all took the time to read up on it, so Wrecker dismissed the idea of scaring you so you'd wake up, Hunter found a way to not let your wanderings overwhelm his senses, and Tech found the best way to handle your sleepwalking.

And even Echo, who came much later, found a way to deal with it. After his first couple of nights on the marauder he thought that you would just ignore him when you walked past him at night, but he found out more about the sleepwalking and your behavior during it, by asking Tech about your nightly behavior.

"Good morning (y/n)"

Said Echo with a coffee in his hand as you walked past him with heavy steps. Crosshair snorted in amusement as you ignored his brother and simply walked into the Fresher.

"Definitely a good morning when she looks like a bird built a nest on her head overnight."

Crosshair said, grinning as he polished the scope of his Sniper.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you looked up into the mirror of the ship and sighed. Why did you have to get up so early again? Oh, yes, because Tech wanted to explore Endor and its plant species. But of course, this idiot - handsome idiot - had to leave early so he wouldn't run out of time.

After you went to the toilet you took a refreshing shower to wake up. Slowly you stood under the running water and leaned your head back so that you looked directly at the ceiling of the marauder before closing your eyes and letting the warm water just wash over you.

The warm water was almost like a trance, felt so warm and soothing that you could fall asleep again. So warm, so warm, so coooooold!!

A shrill scream escaped you and you immediately snapped out of your trance as the warm water suddenly turned ice cold. A cackle sounded in front of the Fresher door, followed by muffled voices and then the warning voice of the Seargent.

You quickly got ready and put on your clothes to walk out of the fresher to see an innocently grinning Wrecker and an amused Crosshair.

"I hate you both"

you said and slapped Crosshair on the back of the head, who just grumbled under his breath before you went to your bed to put your sleep shirt on it and make your bed.

After you were done, you slowly walked into the cockpit of the ship and saw Echo and Tech hunched over his datapad talking quietly about something and Hunter sitting on one of the chairs with his eyes closed.

"Good morning guys"

You said quietly and gently put your hand on Hunter's shoulder who slowly opened his eyes and looked at you with a teasing grin.

"Had a nice shower?"

He asked and cackled as you gently punched him in the ribs, Tech and Echo both grinned as they looked at you and you huffed in annoyance.

"Oh yes, unbelievably pleasant shower, so pleasant that I hope I destroyed your eardrums with my scream."

you mumbled and sat down behind Echo on the chair.

"Almost."

Hunter chuckled and nudged you with his foot. You gave him an amused look and then looked at Tech who was engrossed in his datapad. His eyes kept shifting from left to right as he read the article and his teeth nibbled lightly on his lower lip. He looked so handsome when he was focused.

"So, where are we going today?"

You asked, leaning against the back of the chair. Tech looked up after a few seconds and looked at you.

"I found a holonet path in the woods near us that's pretty isolated from the locals. There are some sightings of the native plants of endor along this path, so we will go there."

he said, putting his datapad in the bag attached to his armor before standing up and indicating that we could head out.

"And why are we leaving so early?"

Echo asked, standing up to follow his brother out of the cockpit. The others, including you, also got up to follow Tech out of the ship.

"While no sightings of Gorax have been made in this area so far, we should still be on the lookout, as they mainly inhabit forests and are carnivores. However, they are much more active during the day, so we will leave before sunrise to arrive at the site at daybreak."

Tech said matter-of-factly and typed on his datapad while you fell into formation. First Hunter, next to him Tech, then Echo and you, and finally Wrecker and Crosshair.

"Carnivore, Great"

Echo grumbled. You agreed with a grunt and looked ahead of you, it was still relatively dark, the branching crowns of the trees made it seem even darker than it actually was.

The hike to Tech's place was about an hour and a half long and as good as silent, but the rising of the two stars around Endor made themselves visible and slowly lit up the sky. The place he led you to was incredibly beautiful, an open area within the forest.

Wrecker sat down almost directly against one of the trees and leaned against it with his eyes closed, Crosshair followed suit and lowered himself down next to Wrecker. Hunter stood around in the field and just looked at the sky, Tech and Echo were already walking to one of the bushes that were at the edge of one of the trees and had red berries on them.

You sighed, closed your eyes slightly, and just concentrated on the sounds that endor was bearing. Chirping of various birds, the rustling of leaves and a noise that sounded like flowing water?

You opened your eyes and looked to the left, from where the noise was coming, and slowly walked towards it. Tech had told you that there wasn't much water on Endor, so you walked towards it curiously.

Pushing through the branches you arrived at a small stream surrounded by beautiful flowers. Indigo blue plants surrounded by small insects that looked almost like a nerine flower.

You crouched down gently and looked at them closely, watching their stalks blowing lightly with the wind and the insects moving slowly back and forth on the flowers. Your head tilted slightly to the side as you softly touched them.

"It is called Aura Blossom, the favorite plant of the Ewoks... it is often used as decoration for the Festival of Hoods. It is known for its indigo blue color and for its bioluminescence, which describes the production and emission of light by a living organism. It is also sometimes confused with wisties or the firefolk."

said a voice behind you as he walked up to you and squatted down next to you.

"They are gorgeous"

you said softly and watched as one of the insects crawled lightly onto your finger before crawling back onto the plant.

Tech looked at you and slowly nodded before answering.

"Yes indeed, really beautiful"

You watched as he carefully took a sample of the plant and gently put it into one of the test vials to analyze it on the Marauder.

"Tech?" he hummed, looking up at you from the sample before you spoke again.

"What are wisties?"

he smiled slightly and stowed the probe in his pocket as he stood up and held out his hand for him to pull you to your feet. You slowly walked back to the others as he began to speak:

"Wisties, also called Fire People, are a small, radiant, sentient species native to the forests of Endor. Like the Ewoks with whom they share their homeworld, the fairy-like flying Wisties are fierce defenders of their forests, and the two species are allies. The Ewoks sometimes use pouches full of wisties as weapons against invaders. They throw the pouches in the direction of a target; on impact, the wisties emerge and attack the invaders. They are about the size of your palm"

"The size of my palm?"

You asked, looking at him with curious eyes. He stopped beside you and turned to you and carefully took your hand. His index finger gently began to draw a shape in your palm and you watched intently.

When he was finished he looked up into your eyes and left your hand in his grasp. Still looking at your palm, you slowly looked up at him with a smirk.

"Wow, so so small and the Ewoks just throw them at their opponents, a bit cocky isn't it?"

The brown-haired one grinned and looked you firmly in the eyes when you started to laugh at the thought, he also started to laugh slightly.

After you laughed you both grew silent, a comfortable quitness fell between you as you stood there, your hand still in his and a soft smile on your faces as you looked at each other.

His brown eyes shone so beautifully in the light of the stars, he looked so relaxed and the smile on his face made him look much younger than he sometimes looked on the battlefield.

His hand rested slightly on your hip and he gently looked down at your lips before looking into your eyes again, almost like a question. You nodded softly and he leaned down to you, he was so close, your noses were touching and it was only a few centimeters to-

"TECH! (Y/N!) WHERE ARE YOU?"

Wrecker's loud voice pulled you apart and you stepped away from each other, you sighed in annoyance and Tech looked from you with red cheeks to Wrecker who came out from behind the branches.

"We are here, we were just on our way to you after taking a sample of the Aura Blossom".

Tech said quickly and cleared his throat before walking quickly to the others, Wrecker looked after him in surprise and looked at you, but you just shrugged and followed them. Admittedly, it stung a bit that he left so quickly after you almost kissed, but it was Tech.

The walk back to the Marauder was quiet, you talked quietly with Hunter, Crosshair walked beside you two, wrecker in front of you and Tech and Echo in the very front talked about their samples.

"Did something happen?"

hunter suddenly asked and crosshair looked at you with an interested look.

"What should have happened?"

you asked confused and looked at hunter curiously. He just shrugged his shoulders and looked ahead.

"You tell me."

He answered and pushed you slightly to the side. After you looked at him even more questioningly, he sighed and gave you a slight teasing look.

"When you came from the river, your heart was beating incredibly fast, you were red and tech was exactly the same".

he declared and Crosshair next to you smirked in amusement. You groan in annoyance and looked ahead to where Tech was talking to Echo.

"He was just telling me something about the Aura Blossom and I got scared when wrecker called us, that's all."

you answered and Hunter looked at you with a skeptical look, he heard how your heartbeat quickened again and saw how your face grew hot but he didn't say anything else about it. Thank the maker.

After you arrived on the marauder, Wrecker made a small fire in front of the ship so that all of you could eat and sit around the fire afterwards to watch the light of the starts disappear behind the horizon. It was almost as beautiful as seeing them rise, but the starlit nightsky afterwards was even more beautiful than anything else.

It feeled like you were all watching the sky for hours, telling old stories and horrible jokes, as if there was no war in other galaxies. Life could be so beautiful sometimes, you just needed the right people to enjoy it.

"Okay everybody, bedtime! Tonight we're all going to bed and not going to the cockpit or anywhere else to sleep."

Hunter said, yawning as he gave Tech a firm look. Wrecker and Crosshair were still sitting outside by the fire when the four of you went into the ship.

Echo just dropped onto his bed and closed his eyes almost immediately, Hunter pulled his shirt over his head and ran shirtless into the fresher, Tech went into the cockpit to turn on the warning system, and you just stood there and waited for Hunter to finish getting ready, so you could go into the fresher and finally change.

you sigh and walk over to Echo's bed to nudge him lightly.

"Take off your armor, or you'll be complaining about the neck pain again tomorrow."

He grumbled, but got up to remove his armor pieces. As you began to help him, Echo smiled down at you gratefully and went to bed with a small 'thank you, good night' afterwards.

"Fresher's free"

Hunter said and walked past you to throw himself on his bunk. He was still topless and in one of his black pants, when the long haired man sensed you looking at him he lazily opened his eyes and grinned at you cheekily.

"See something you like?"

he asked, laughing softly as you gave him a bitter look.

"Ha Ha, did you even change your clothes?"

you asked and he hummed while putting his arm over his eyes. Yeah of course.

You took your sleeping shirt and went into the Fresher to change. You sighed, Maker, it felt so good to take off your bra after wearing it all day.

Your shirt was fortunately big enough to hide your butt behind the fabric, at first you were a little skeptical to use your usual sleeping clothes on the ship, but the boys didn't mind. Why would they?

After you were done you took your things, opened the fresher door and almost ran into Tech who flinched when he suddenly saw you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you".

you said sheepishly, leaning slightly with your shoulder against the Freshers doorframe.

"It's okay, I should have known you'd go into the Fresher after Hunter".

the brown-haired man said, adjusting his glasses as he eyed you in the dim light.

You smiled warmly at him and pushed off the doorframe to go to your bunk. "Sleep well tech"

He glanced after you as you walked past him and a slight warmth rose up to his ears before he whispered, "Yeah, sleep well (y/n)."

You sigh as you finally snuggle into your bed. Sometimes you missed your own bed, especially since it was much more comfortable than the beds the GAR offered, but you had gotten used to it, so it wasn't that bad after all.

You suddenly remembered how you and Tech almost kissed... Would he really have kissed you if Wrecker hadn't interrupted? You sighed as you imagined it. Were his lips soft? Probably not, he didn't look like he was constantly caring about his lips. No, they probably weren't, he was constantly chewing on them.

Tech sat on his bunk with one arm behind his head and the datapad in the other hand as he read more about the plants he had spotted today.

Rokna mushroom? he adjusted his goggles as he saw link

Rokna tree fungus or rokna fungus is a deadly, blue fungus that grows on the rokna tree found on the forest moon of Endor. The sharp spikes protruding from this mushroom could cause the death of those who came in contact with them. The highly addictive spice known as Rokna blue is extracted from the Rokna mushroom. definitely sounded interesting.

Sighing, Tech put the datapad on the side of his bed, took off his goggles and rubbed the red marks it left behind. He laid down on his side and closed his eyes, already feeling exhaustion overwhelm his senses...

A few hours had passed when Tech was suddenly awakened by a clatter, he looked tiredly behind him and tried to make out the cause of the noise in the darkness... with high probability it was you.

He sighed as he turned to stand up and was putting on his glasses when you suddenly appeared in front of him. A soft smile tugged at his lips when he looked up at you and caught sight of your hooded eyes.

"Hey (y/n), come on... bedtime, let's get you to bed."

he whispered softly and he was about to get up to lead you gently to your bunk when you laid down next to him and snuggled up to his side.

A choked sound escaped from the brown-haired man's throat as you pressed tightly against him, he tried to gently shake you awake, but to no avail. As he tried to free himself from your grip to sleep in your bunk, as he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, he noticed how your grip around him tightened and how your head pressed against his bare chest.

He sighed in defeat and took off his goggles to hang them back on the wall and settled back down and gently wrapping one of his arms around your waist to find a comfortable sleeping position, his eyes slipping shut as he did so.

The warmth you radiated under his blanket was pleasant, your head against his chest was soothing and the way you wrapped your arms around him was something he could definitely get used to. It wasn't long before he sank into a deep sleep, lulled by your warmth and presence beside him.

It was pleasantly warm as you slowly woke up, you sigh softly as you press yourself against the warmth. Why couldn't the marauder's wall always be this warm? A tired yawn sounded above you and the weight on your hips disappeared.

Suddenly you startled, What?

Your eyes snapped open and you saw a confused looking tech staring at you. His hair was all messed up and his slightly squinted eyes hinted that you had scared him awake.

"What are you doing in my bunk?"

you whispered anxiously, looking at him in confusion, he ran his hand over his eyes and flopped back down on his pillow.

"I am not in your bunk, infact you are in mine. You were sleepwalking again during the night and when I tried to lead you to the bunk you laid down next to me and didn't let me go, so i had no choice but to let you sleep in my bed. Well, I could have carried you over to your bunk, but after you held me so tightly it seemed like your consciousness was looking for a sleeping partner, which in that case was me. ".

he answered softly and closed his eyes again, he sighed lightly and pulled the blanket over you again.

"I'm so sorry tech"

you whispered embarrassed and started to push yourself up but he dragged you down and pulled you close to him.

"Shut up and let me go back to sleep"

He whispered and exhaled deeply. But suddenly his eyes snapped open and he looked at you shyly "unless of course you don't want to".

You smile softly at him and turn your back to him, pulling his arm around you so that he would put it back around your waist. He sighs contentedly and presses his nose gently into your hair before inhaling deeply, your scent occupies his senses in the best ways and he couldn't imagine anything better at the moment.

You almost fell back asleep, but you heard Tech huff in annoyance behind you and noticed him trying to turn away from you.

"You okay?"

You asked softly, turning your head slightly to the side to look at him. He blushed slightly as he looked at you and nodded.

"Come back, you're nice and warm"

You pleaded, tugging lightly on his arm. Tech gulped nervously, but settled back down on the mattress, this time with a much bigger gap between you two.

Tech seemed to close his eyes again and you tried the same. but your back started to get cold without his warm body and your body yearned for his warmth, which is why you scooted back a bit and pressed your back against his chest.

The brown-haired man's grip around your hips tightened and a slight mewl escaped him.

"Meshla, please just stay like that".

Oh? Ohhh.

Your eyes widened slightly as you realized why he was so nervous, it was far from the first time you had ever seen one of the guys with a hard-on, but it was the first time it seemed like you were the reason. were you even the reason?

"Tech?"

you whispered softly and he cleared his throat before humming lightly.

"Would you allow me?"

you asked and a soft blush rose to your face you looked in front of you at the bed and saw that Echo was already awake, wreckers bed under yours was empty as well.

"allow wha- Ohh"

he asked confused but you gently grinded your butt against his crotch and he moaned softly.

The brown haired man whispered a soft 'yes' against your neck and started to grind against your butt, you followed his movements and heard him sigh as he pressed his nose into your neck and started to spread soft kisses on it.

His hands moved your hips firmly against his movements and he moaned softly, a warm shiver ran down your spine as he moaned your name and a pleasant warmth began to form between your legs.

"(y/n), please"

he rasped and you turned to him, he pressed his lips directly against yours and engaged you in a passionate kiss, his lips were warm, slightly chapped and moved strongly against yours.

He continued to rub his cock against you and his leg gently drove between your legs to let you gently grind on it.

you moaned softly into the kiss as you felt the pressure of his thigh against your crotch and he took the opportunity to press his tongue through your lips into your mouth to fight with yours for dominance.

His hand gently drove up to your neck to press you tighter against him, groaning into the kiss as you lightly bit his lower lip. His other hand slowly traveled under your shirt up to your breasts and he gently cupped one of them in his hand.

You moaned as you pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. His eyes were hooded and his pupils were blown wide as his right thumb stroked your lips seductively.

"I want you so bad"

you pleaded, biting lightly on his thumb, he groaned as you ran your tongue over his fingertip.

He straightened up and climbed on top of you, with his arms on the sides of your head, to kiss you again. You sighed into the kiss and your hands went to the hair at the nape of his neck to pull it harshly.

He groaned as an annoyed grumble sounded over his bed. You jumped apart as long legs came into view on the outer side of his bed.

Crosshair jumped off his bunk with a small thud and looked at you both with a snide look. He had just woken up, his eyes still rimmed with sleeping sand and a tired look was in his narrowed eyes.

"It's fucking morning you perverts, you can't even sleep here without being woken up by two fuckers."

"It's not like I'm always walking in on you when you're enjoying yourself"

Tech sneered and Crosshair scoffed as he walks out of the room grumbling

You looked after him with a horrified expression and looked at Tech in shock, who in turn looked at you with an embarrassed grin.

"He'll definitely tell the others."

you muttered and Tech nodded in agreement, well shit.

"Theoretically speaking, if he tells the others, until you and I are done, no one else is going to come in here and interrupt us."

he said reassuringly, grinning at you as you gave him a smug look.

You firmly tug him towards you and press your lips against his while wrapping your legs around his hips and grind his dick against your pelvis.

He groaned when he noticed the wetness through your panties, his hand went down to your underwear and gently pulled them down.

"I bet you taste better than anything I've ever eaten".

he whispered against your lips and ran his finger through your labia, gently picking up wetness, and brought his finger to his mouth.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him eagerly lick your cum from his fingers, convinced that you had never seen anything so erotic.

He moved to climb between your legs but you held him by his shoulder.

"Another time, please I need you so much".

He looked up and looked deep into your eyes, you looked heavenly from this perspective. Your still dressed upper body moved with deep breaths, your hooded gaze and your red swollen lips.

Techs cheeks reddened as you sat up and pulled your shirt over your head, your breasts jiggling slightly as you threw your shirt to the side and he smiled in response.

"What, you see something you like?"

you asked, and he cleared his throat.

"Plenty."

the brown-haired man replied, crawling up to you again to engage you in another passionate kiss. His left hand lightly squeezed your left breast and you panted as an electric shock ran down your spine.

Your hand went under the fabric of his pants and grabbed his cock in a gentle grip. He groaned and his hips thrust forward, the brown-haired man's lips parted from yours as he felt the pleasure of your hand movement and his forehead fell on your shoulder.

He gasped as his hips bucked with your motions and you placed gentle kisses on the side of his neck.

"kark, stop please i don't want to cum yet."

he panted and pushed your hand out of his pants. He frantically tried to get out of them and carelessly tossed them aside as he turned his gaze to you again.

you looked up at him with hooded eyes and put your palm to his cheek to kiss him again, your lips parted from his to whisper

"Please tech, fuck me...I have an implant".

He grunted, grabbing his cock to guide it to your hole and smearing your moisture on his member before gently guiding the head in.

You gasp as he slowly pushes in and clasps your hands behind his neck, he puts his forehead against your collarbone and moans softly.

"Maker, you feel divine!"

moaned the brown-haired man and intertwined your left hand with his.

You both gasp as he bottoms out. It felt so intense, you could feel every vein and felt him pulsing lightly inside you.

His grip on your hand tightened gently and he gasped as your insides tightened.

"mhh, please move tech"

Tech drove out lightly and then pushed softly into you. He started with light movements and his rhythm accelerated steadily, his lips enclosed one of your nipples and started to suck gently.

You gently tried to suppress your noises so as not to disturb the others and squeaky breathy moans escaped your throat.

"Please more, you feel so good".

Your head fell back as tech began to lightly nip at your throat in response to your request. His thrusts slowed down a bit, but got harder and the hand that was intertwined with yours went gently down to your clit to run firm circles on it.

A high-pitched moan escaped you and you pressed your lips tightly together to avoid another slip.

Your legs crossed behind Tech's hips to press him closer to you, whereupon he slightly changed your position and lifted your hips a little higher.

The new angle broke your will to suppress your sounds and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your nails clawed down the brown-haired man's back.

Tech moaned against your mouth as the grasp of your walls tightened, your sounds blurred together and hot breath escaped your mouths.

"Come for me Cyare, please" (beloved)

he spoke breathy against your throat and the rhythm on your clit increased, he bit gently into your throat to leave a mark.

Your insides grew warm and a pleasurable pressure exerted inside your belly, a bond whose knot became tighter and tighter.

tighter and tighter, until it became harder and harder to breathe, white spots appeared in your gaze and your eyes closed as he gently pinched your nipple.

He whispered softly against your neck again and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead afterwards.

It suddenly felt so quiet, like the calm before the storm, and it took you a few seconds to realize how he was taking care of you, from the gentle movements on your clit to the hard thrusts of his cock inside you.

Your gaze slowly turned to the brown-haired man, his hair wildly disheveled and his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his hot breath hitting your neck and his movements faltered as he looked up at you.

you whispered and a loud moan escaped his lips as he heard you speak his native language.

"olaror ti ni ner kar'ta" (come with me my heart)

"osik"

he cursed and his thrusts lost their rhythm, tech rutted into you with firm movements and locked his lips with yours.

Your hand gently went to one of his nipples to stimulate it and he whimpered as the pleasure ran down his spine.

"im cumming, olaror ti ni (y/n)" (come with me (y/n)

he pleaded and the knot inside you exploded as he bit your shoulder.

A long moan escaped you and his whimpering followed as he came inside you. Tech's cum was warm and a gentle pressure pressed against your Cervix.

"Gar cuyir bid jate, yaiyai'yc ni bid pirusti" (you did so good, satisfied me so well)

you praised him gently and he shuddered as your hand raked through his hair.

He sat up slightly to take one of his (clean) cleaning cloths to wipe you and his cock and leaned slightly to the floor to hand you your clothes while he put on his pants.

Afterwards he settled back on top of you and gently pulled the blanket over both of you to lay his head on your chest.

He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

"Sleep ner Kar'ta, we'll talk later". (My heart)

He closed his mouth and closed his eyes as you gently massaged his scalp. His arms hugged you as far as he could and a soft smile was on his lips as he yawned.

Your movements faltered as your eyes slowly closed and you also fell asleep.

Hours must have passed when you next opened your eyes, the chrono clock showed 16:47 hours and your eyes widened as you realized how long you must have slept.

Tech was no longer on you, but you could hear light tinkering outside. You got up to put on your clothes and then went into the fresher to freshen up.

Fortunately, your sweater had a collar, because the mark Tech had left behind was clearly visible. Still, you cursed and rubbed at it

"idiot"

you strolled into the cockpit of the marauder and directly a sarcastic whistling sounded.

"Look who has awakened from her beauty sleep!"

the marksman's voice teased, and he chuckled as you gave him a somber look.

"You probably should have slept longer."

you countered and he grumbled under his breath as you gently pushed against his shoulder to sit down on a chair.

"No crosshair, gar ganar at tionir kaysh at olaror ti gar" (you have to ask her to come with you)

the Sargent quipped and laughed as you kicked his leg.

"I could have slept longer if my brother and his girlfriend hadn't had sex in the bed below me."

Crosshair replied, chuckling and crossing his arms behind his head as he leaned back.

You were about to answer, but a voice interrupted you.

"That's your problem Crosshair, experiencing what you've already done yourself is apparently not so nice after all?"

Tech looked at his datapad as he spoke to his brother and walked forward to the console. Hunter looked at you with a grin and shrugged his shoulders as if to say that Tech was right.

"Oh shut up."

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tear you apart - part VI

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->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 2.8k

->Warning: probably wrong military terms/methods, hurt, angst, mention of wounds, blood, fluff at the end.

->A/N: L/N = last name, also I depict König as an older guy, he takes off his mask in this part so feel free to imagine him differently if my description is not what you want. :)

You double and triple check your ammo, ensuring and memorizing just how much you have, knives strapped to you, your usual gear as well.

The chopper is pumping with adrenaline, you could feel it in the air like electric shocks. 

You sit across from König, he's clad in all his gear and is talking with the captain about routes.

You’ve chatted with some of the others on the ride over and you learned they’re also highly experienced.

“You ready? Think you can keep up?” 

Another soldier teases you and you laugh nudging him with your shoulder as you go over the plan again.

We drop on the northeast of enemy territory.

König splits the team in two for the two buildings to search.

You and the captain lead a stealth operation on the first building that is supposed to have the hard drives in it.

König and the others will enter the other building and make a distraction, deter the enemies from your building to give you ample time to extract the data.

You’re not nervous, not one bit. But your eyes drift to König and he gives you a wink before returning to the captain. 

Your only worry is losing him and that scares the hell out of you.

Never had you had someone on your shoulder, gnawing at the back of your head. Someone you love so much you would die for them.

You’re scared to lose König, but he’s a strong guy. One bullet couldn't bring him down, the scars on his chest prove that.

König stands, the red overhead light paints him like a God, built like one and ready to tear down whatever comes in his way.

“We are approaching the drop point, we will exit northeast and make our way toward enemy lines. I expect all of you to follow the directions given and follow either mine or the captain's orders when directed, do I make myself clear.”

A resounding yes sir echoes the body of the cabin.

“You will radio if anything changes or if you need assistance, we enter this as a team and we leave as one too.”

König looks at you as he speaks to the room but he wants to make sure you hear every word he says.

“These people will not hesitate to kill you or capture you, their torture methods are not pleasant so shoot to kill.”

We approach the ground and your heart races, like before a big test. 

The group exits quickly as soon as we land and the chopper takes off to avoid fire or drawing attention to the group.

“Will the enemy group know of our arrival?” Someone asks the captain as they readjust their straps.

“No. They have a supply drop in the area and at the same time they won’t think anything.”

You all trudge along, König at the front you close behind and the others behind you with the captain at the back.

König seems like he carries the world on his shoulders on the field and he kinda does. 

He has a large gun in his arms with a sniper on his back, full gear makes him look otherworldly and broad as all hell. 

His head is on a swivel and you scan the surroundings, the sunset casting dark shadows across the landscape and you think of the last time you and König were together when the sun was setting. 

Dust kicks up behind the group and long sets of footprints scatter the ground. 

It’s only the sound of boots on the ground, carabiners catching on metal, and gloves readjusting on guns. 

The walk is lengthy and you keep up next to König’s paces, the group keeps close and you all keep a lookout. 

We’ll go back to my place after this promise.

You made him promise you something, to help your morale you said, he had laughed. 

“We’re approaching the split point, everyone stay on their tasks and we’ll be back to the evac in no time.”

You and König exchange a nod and you stay back to stick with your captain and your smaller group.

The dirt road splits, a lightning struck tree split down the middle is your marker and the two groups split. König’s back is to you and your heart aches the slightest before turning back and returning to your group

Go in quietly and get out. 

You round the first corner of the building, heavy tree cover aiding you nicely. 

Cold shadows move around you and you keep looking out.

“L/N, enter the upstairs window and move down the hall, take out who you can. We’ll sweep over the bottom floor and move upwards, most combatants will be downstairs.”

Your captain boosts you up to the side railing and you scale it and enter through the window, entering a dusty supply closet. The dust and spores are visible in the air.

“L/N, have you entered the building?”  

Your captain questions.

“Affirmative, exiting the closet and beginning a sweep. Will move left down the hall.”

You reply, you stay low, bringing a silenced pistol out and opening the door.

You encounter the first couple enemies and you take them out silently, you hear the coms spark to life again, König’s team has breached the building and the commotion from there stirs this building to life.

You hear the enemies roaring to life talking about an ambush and you move a little bit faster.

“L/N, have you breached the room yet?”

“I’m approaching, standby.”

The hallway is dimly lit, dusty, and heavily rundown. 

You open the door and the room is expansive and large crates block the room's view.

“Breached the room, searching for the computer towers.”

“Copy, stay alert L/N firefight sounds heavy on the other side.”

For a brief moment you wonder if König is okay. Heavy firefight but he’s capable.

You make your way to the tower and dig the USB out of your chest pocket.

“Room is empty, no sight of activity lately.”

You hear a response from your captain and you listen quietly to König’s team's chatter. 

They take down enemies quickly, König reporting a majority of the kills. 

“USB, inserted. Hacking through the firewall and transferring the files.”

You don’t hear any response.

It’s quiet.

Then the room shakes and you hear a bang, then a flash.

“Shit.”

You move behind a crate but still close enough to the computer to see the progress.

The coms crack

“L/N, copy?- Get out, ambu- large scale, -bad intel.”

Your captain's voice is choppy but you get the idea, bad intel and an ambush great, a taste of what you’re supposed to be giving the enemy.

You cough as the smoke clears the room and you drop lower, the coms are frequent with reports about where the ambush came from the who might have tipped them off. 

Rapid gunfire is heard everywhere, you hear the team downstairs firing and the comms indicate the same in the other building.

You fire at the silhouettes that enter through the door you entered, they wear gear you’ve never seen.

You duck again as fire rains over you and you can’t forget about the USB, the whole reason you’re there.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You're frustrated but not discouraged. 

You fire blindly back and you hear your captain call for rapid evac, inform HQ of the ambush and support is needed.

“L/N I need you out of that building.”

“Copy Colonel.”

It’s König and his tone is demanding, harsh.

“Evac out of the buildings now, we’re shooting our way out of this.”

You try to move from your current position to retrieve the USB but you’re nearly grazed by a bullet and move back into position.

“Requesting backup at my position, I’m under heavy fire. Whatever they have in these files it’s important and they don’t want us leaving with them.”

“Copy L/N, trying to move upstairs but heavy fire down here is deterring, try to get out any way possible.”

Your captain speaks, his voice strained.

The intel you received was right about one thing. This is the info you’re after but the enemy targets know damn well they're not going to let your team leave with it. The one thing no-one knew was that the targets were requesting more troops to their area and today, actually right now, is when they arrived. 

The night offered good cover to your team, you could slip away into the trees with the data and leave. 

Moonlight now streams through the boarded windows behind you, it’s so dark and you move, quickly retrieving the USB just as someone shoots the computer and it grazes your arm, leaving an angry red gash, sparks from the computer fly everywhere, some rain onto you like a mist.

You manage to shoot a few combatants and you rain fire upon them and book it across the room aiming towards the side room which leads to a stairwell and backdoor.

You’re inches from the door when someone rams into you from the side knocking you back, the air is dislodged from you and you scramble to gain the upperhand.

It’s a larger man on-top of you, eyes narrow and eyebrows furrowed.

“L/N, do you copy?”

König doesn't sound patient.

L/N, do you copy?!”

He’s frantic now as the man above you gains the upper hand and wraps his hands around your throat. You reach for your knife and stab him in the thigh, he falters and you’re able to get a hit in to his cheekbone. 

You crawl to your gun that had slipped from your grasp but the man gains his strength back and pulls you by your leg away from the gun.

“Can you just fuck off?!”

You yell at him, you kick him in the stomach but he straddles you again, wrapping his hands heavily around your throat, König is yelling for you in the coms, he demands a response from you.

—

His gun is putting down enemies faster than ever, he tears through people with the ease of tissue paper.

Dust flies through the air with the way the bodies hit the ground.

“We move to that building now, get over there now!”

He demands and they're rounding the building, the door to the back is barricaded from the inside and he kicks it right in the center of the double doors and it flies open with ease. 

He’s laser focused and his mind is only on finding you. 

For someone so big his steps are quiet, he rushes through the building dropping enemies like they're nothing.

The stairs in the back creak under his and the other members feet, they scale them quickly and he slams the door open.

The team guns down all the enemies and he sees you in the back of the room, his eyes are locked onto the man above you and he’s felt no rage as hot and acidic like this.

He would love to tie this man to a chair and make him wish for death each day.

His hands grasp the man's neck and he tears him off of you and you gasp for air, regaining your composure.

The man's eyes go wide at the sight of him, like many do.

König grips his neck and leg as he raises him above him, he drops him hard onto his knee and the sound of the man's spine breaking cleanly is heard in the room.

König is on you next, he holds you so close you think your spine might break too.

One hand is in your hair, he smells it deeply and you can hear how his breathing shakes.

“I’m okay.”

“I know, I know liebling.”

He helps you up, you and the rest of the team make your sweep through the rest of the building taking out whomever is left. König has the most precision you’ve ever seen, his marks never miss and he keeps you close to him.

König and the captain meet up and your team takes a moment to call for evac, one of the other members took a bullet in the process and you help him wrap it and you take that time to wrap your arm as well. König watches you carefully, he cursed himself for letting you get hurt as you did, whoever gave the intel is going to hear from him, none of the words he will share with them will be kind. 

Your team moves through the woods quietly, the creatures of the night stirring with your movements. Moonlight is your guide and the chopper lands down on a fire burnt hilltop where you finally get to leave.

—

The ride back is silent, it always is. No-one was expecting such a firefight but there were no casualties on your side and for that you are all thankful.

The captain applauds everyone's works, you hand over the flashdrive to König for safe keeping, he’ll send it over to the intelligence department once you all get back to decrypt the text. But for now you are resting your head on his shoulder and he’s content you can find sleep. 

—

When you are back to base you deflate in the medical unit, you let them check you over and they clean your graze wound. You wince a bit but you’re just happy to feel the pain, that was a close call but the way König fought ignites a weird primal part of you that loves that he protected you so.

König told you he had to speak with someone when you got back, he left you with a light push towards the medical wing and now that you’re done you just want to get the grime off your skin and sleep.

His room smells like a mixture of the two of you now. His cologne and your shampoo in his bed make you drowsy but you strip off your gear, setting it on the dresser and slowly strip in the bathroom. You look over the bruises and the wrapping on your arm, the water is hot when you enter and it eases your muscles.

“Liebling?”

“In the shower my love.”

Your heart flutters with him being nearby. He entered the bathroom after shedding all his heavy gear.

“I’ll only be a little longer then the shower is all yours all-right?” 

“I was thinking we can shower together.”

“With your hood on? Won’t it get all soggy?” 

You giggle at the thought of him naked except for his hood which is dripping wet and I would assume that would feel like being waterboarded.

“I will join you without it.”

You hear beats faster.

“König- you don’t have to. I mean if you're not ready.”

“I could not be more prepared. I almost lost you today and I want to share my whole being with you, if you would let me.”

“Of course.” 

You smile sweetly and you watch in the fogged glass of the shower door as he discards his clothes, his skin becoming more visible. His hood is last and you see a blurred version of him.

The shower door opens and he steps in, he hangs his head to get under the water, you step aside and admire him.

The way his short hair blends into his stubble, the eye paint bleeds down his face from the steam now. His lashes are dotted with water droplets and in here his eyes are ever bluer. His nose is sharp, broken and healed again so it’s slightly askew. A scar traces from his eyebrow into his hairline, another one kisses the top of his lip. He has lines on the outer corner of his eyes, and his forehead is scattered with a few as well. A marker of his life lived. 

Your eyes draw down and look him over completely as a whole now. 

“You’re gorgeous König.” 

You breathe it and your hands place themselves at his abdomen before drawing up to his shoulders then bringing his head down to yours, you kiss slowly under the water.

“Thank you liebling, I- I am happy to be able to share all of you with me. It is like a weight being lifted off my shoulders.”

He kisses you softly and you smile, you shower together slowly.

He shampoos your hair and you do his, he has to lean down quite a bit and you laugh telling him you’ll need a shower stool if you are both to continue showing together.

You wash each other's bodies and take care in washing the gunpowder and using gentle hands over the blooming new bruises. 

He kisses your neck where the assailant left his mark, he holds you sweetly with the same hands he used to kill that man. 

Your fingers are pruney when you both leave the shower and stand side by side brushing your teeth, the view in the mirror being something you both want to see for a long long time. 

—

Tag List: @theredviolets , @saint-chlorine , @cndy-l0v3 

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

'Fit for a King' - WIP - “If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis” (König POV)

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König is talking to Ridgeback that he doesn’t want fem!sergeant Müller on the next – her first – mission with KorTac, Ridgeback is not having it, so he makes König talk to Müller about it, cue social anxiety meets superiority complex that comes with being this tall and buff, Müller puts him in his place and… what can I say? He’s turned on by that. And it gets them to talk with each other (finally). (2k words)

CW: NSFW, imagining explicit scenes, pervy!König

a/n: I'm still writing scenes whenever I think about them, so there still will be chronological skips and context missing in between, but I'll update the Masterlist in the order that they happen in (also gonna add some general info about the characters to the masterlist soon). This is a scene in his POV as I wanted to give the whole story a dual POV thing in general, I hope you like it! (two chapters are still in the pipeline for today or tomorrow, from Müller's POV again) ((also still working on a way to incorporate the german translations better))

“If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis”

(NSFW)

“I don’t want her on the mission.”

“She’s going. End of discussion.”

“Fine. But I’ll have to see if she can stand her ground first.”

“Meaning that you’ll actually talk to her?”

Ridgeback can’t see the scowl under my hood.

“Yeah.” What I mean is ‘fuck, no’.

He grins at me.

Ridgeback calls after her in the training room. “Müller, a second of your time?” – “Yes, sir.”, she says stepping away from the weights she was working with. “The Colonel is unsure about your… skills on the battlefield and I was wondering if you could maybe demonstrate something to change his mind.”, he explains. She pulls up her eyebrow and gives me the sideeye. “Didn’t he read my transcript?”, she asks. I don’t say anything, but Ridgeback looks at me, waiting for me to explain myself. I clear my throat. “Uh yeah, I read it, it’s just uh-“ She looks up at me and the words don’t come out my mouth. I feel the heat in my cheeks. “What if like a big guy comes up to you and like… attacks you?” Wow, so eloquent. “You know that I’m a sniper, right? Most of the time I’m not gonna be around any ‘big guys’ except for present company.” God damn it, why did I ever start this topic up? She’s going to make me put my shoe into my mouth or however that saying goes. “Uh yeah, correct, I’m just saying, what IF.” She looks at me like I might be a bit crazy. Maybe I am. She confuses the shit out of me.

Then she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay.” and struts over to the mattresses for combat training and martial arts. I follow her, waiting what she’ll do. “You also read that I’m trained in field combat and Krav Maga?”, she asks again. I totally did not. I laugh it off, not sure if I should take her seriously. She gets in position looking up at me in all her 5’8’’ cuteness. “You ready, big guy?”, she asks me, tauntingly. I cross my arms and shrug. Before I can register her moving, she has gripped me, one hand fisting the fabric of my shirt and the other one latching onto my wrist. Just a moment later I’m in the air.

She flips me. She tosses me over her own back with enough force to move a little Volkswagen. And she actually goddamn flips me. As my body gets slammed into the mattress, my back colliding with the floor, I can feel arousal lick up my spine, making me hard in an instant. “Ah, scheiße1.”, I mutter under my breath. All I want to do is pull her with me – or better even – her trying to hold me down as she gets on top of me. Scenarios flood my brain, smutty and perverted. How she would tie me down, strip me, tease me. Take her seat on my face, make me eat her out. I groan. I would feel her heat on my face, lap at her wetness, take everything she would give me. She would stroke me, edge me with her soft hands and nimble fingers while pressing her pussy into me, maybe she would even try to fit my length into her mouth. She would grind on my lips and tongue, she would let me give her the pleasure she seeks until she comes on my face and I drink up her arousal, her wetness staining my hood.

The imagination alone makes me leak at the tip. Ahja, du kleiner Perversling2. I scold myself in my brain. Has it really been that long since I had a woman? Like, biblically. I guess it has.

She stands over me, setting a foot on my chest, her boot digging into my pecs. “So, can I join you, Colonel?” I’m kind of glad that she didn’t call me by my name just now because I fear that I would have come a bit in my pants. At least a little bit. I raise my hands defensively: “Fine, fine, Müller.” I clear my throat. “You can handle yourself, as you demonstrated just now.” She laughs and the soft and sweet sound taunts me. “I can even handle more than just myself.”, she adds confidently and steps away from me, holding her hand out to help me up.

I resist the urge to pull her down and jump up on my feet again. Now I’m towering over her, a whole foot taller. Oh, to have her run from me as I chase after her, would be so sweet. Hör auf3, the voice in my head fights against the pervy thoughts. Something about her taps into something primal inside me.

Ridgeback’s short clap gets my attention. I almost forgot that he’s still here. “Well, I think this got resolved. See you tomorrow then.” Müller waves goodbye, and I lift my hand too, not able to tear my gaze away from her. She looks back at me and I wish I could’ve just talked normally to her instead of behaving like an ass. I sigh inwardly.

Killing people, turning them to pulp, is easier for me than talking to them. Really talking, not just barking orders. And she makes me feel like for the first time in forever that I wish it was the other way around.

"Would you spot me, Colonel?", she asks me then. I sigh, in- and outwardly this time. "Please, just... call me König.", I tell her. "People who had me on my back already can refer to me on a name basis.", I joke feeling the heat in my cheeks flare up again as I see the confusion on her face. Get a hold of yourself, Mensch4. "Also, I made myself look like a complete ass in front of you, you deserve to let the title slide.", I say further, not stuttering as much as before, and she nods slightly. "So, is that a yes or a no on the spotting, König?", she asks plainly. I swallow down how it makes me feel hearing her say my name in that cute accent of hers and return her nod.

She goes over to the weight rack and starts to fit plates onto a barbell. I help her by lifting the barbell from the ground to give her easier access. She’s satisfied with 50 kilos on each side and then goes to lift it up the squatting rack. Oh, she’s going to do squats. With 120 kilos. I’m so double fucked.

“You ready?” I nod and stand behind her holding out my arms. I’m a head taller than her, so I can look at myself in the mirror in front of us as she is not obstructing my view. My eyes are on her again though. She has wide black training pants on, but her hips don’t leave much to the imagination. Her torso is clad in a compression shirt, with a sports bra underneath. Everything is covered up, tightly packed to not be hindering while working out. Yet in my mind it looks like the sexiest thing anybody could ever wear. And that is before she starts to squat right in front of me. I curse under my breath and push away the pervy thoughts. Just be normal for once. She doesn’t need you lusting over her right now, after you just insulted her like that.

I follow her movements hovering my arms beside her, ready to take off the weight if it’s necessary. But she’s squatting the weight no problem. After a few reps she sets the barbell down on the rack again. “Okay, I think, we can add some more plates.”, she says already hefting another 20 up. “Goddamn, you’re squatting more than half the team here.”, I remark. “Really? I’m a bit rusty to be honest.” Rusty? Heilige Scheiße5. She continues: “I wanted to build up strength again because I’m gonna be more actually in the field, but I don’t wanna squat this kind of weight without somebody to spot me.” I nod behind her and she gets ready for the next set. There she is, squatting my body weight like it’s nothing. It’s so fucking attractive to me, I can’t help it.

“Wouldn’t some of the others help you? Spot you?”, I ask as we set down the weight again. My hands stay on the barbell for a moment longer until she meets my eyes in the mirror. “I mean, I talked to Aksel and Nikto a bit, you know, Scandinavians unite, but eh- I didn’t wanna bother them. I think this is the longest interaction I had with anybody in the base. They’re not really talking.”, she explains with a shrug. I hold back a groan. This might be at least partly my fault because of the way I treated her the first few days. “So, I didn’t really have the guts to ask somebody to help me.” She shrugs again, but I see a hint of sadness and apprehension behind them. “But with what you pulled today, I didn’t have those reservations.” She grins at me a little bit.

“I’m sorry.”, I say then, the words sticking to my tongue, not slipping out my mouth easily. It’s not like I don’t feel sorry, I really do. I’m just not one to apologise easily. “Don’t worry about it.”, she tells me. “You’re not the first superior to doubt my abilities.” I feel a pang in my chest. Yeah, yeah, I can be a bit of an asshole, but it’s just setting in now how the whole situation must make her feel. And I want to take it all back. “Yeah, I… I know how it must look like right now from your point. I’m sorry really. I was an asshole about my doubts and I went about it in the most jerk way.” She turns around, her hands on her waist as she looks up at me like ‘Are we really still talking about this?’. The sass.

“It’s okay, Col- König. I accept your apology.”, she reiterates. She must see the doubt in my eyes because she says, with emphasis: “Really.” – “Okay. Schwamm drüber6.”, I say and extend my hand. She takes it and shakes it. Even through the thin fabric of my gloves I can feel the warmth of her palm and it makes me wish I wasn’t wearing any to feel her skin on mine.

“I’d head to dinner now. You wanna join me?”, she asks. “I get it if you can’t, you know, rank and all.” I scoff. “Nobody is asking for our ranks when we’re knee-deep in mud next week, so forget all about that.” She grins at my answer and jogs to the hallway. I follow her with big strides. “I don’t even know why they made me Colonel.”, I tell her as we walk down to the mess hall. She giggles and the sound makes me feel all floaty. And I kick myself again – in my mind – for not just talking to her. Or maybe just ask her to train with me. Instead of making it seem like I’m out to get her. “Maybe your reputation? And of course, the unique set of skills.”, she suggests. “I have a reputation?”, I’m surprised. “Yeah, kinda.” We enter the mess hall and get in line for a plate of beef stew. “Like what?”, I want to know as I stand just a foot behind her. “I’d rather not say.”, she evades. “Also, I don’t think that that’s who you are.”

“What do you think I am then?”, I ask her as we sit down. Other people are already here and I see a few surprised faces, including Horangi’s. “Really really big.” She laughs and I chuckle with her. “That’s just because you’re so small.”, I counter. “Psh. It’s not about the size.” I can see a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes as she says that. Was that innuendo? “It’s not?”, I tease her. She leans forward and whispers like we’re sharing a secret: “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so cocky about it. Even a mouse can fell a tree, if she only knows how to.” I laugh at her remark. “Touché.” – "Maybe that could be my callsign: Mouse.", she jokes. "I like that.", I say fully grinning behind my mask.

scheiße: shit

ahja, du kleiner Perversling: uh-huh, you little pervert

hör auf: stop it

mensch: literally 'human being', in this context more of an exesperated 'dude!'

heilige scheiße: holy shit

Schwamm drüber: literally 'sponge over it', meaning let's forget about it

[lycheedr3ams]

Choke on It ~ (Part 2)

Fem!reader x hard!dom!konig

MDNI! NSFW!

Part 1 of this is my most popular fic on tumblr, so i thought i'd give it another part

TW: gun kink, mean konig, hard dom konig, gun kink, mask kink, rough sex, p in v sex, sucking on a gun, slight dacryphilia

(I'm not sure if a gun kink counts as dark content, so just be aware of this. Always use safe words and enthusiastic consent! Don't try this stuff at home.)

you and konig had both really enjoyed the gunplay thing you explored last time. but konig decided he wanted to take it up a notch. how far could he push you? what were your limits?

you had discussed with him about pushing your limits with gunplay, and that he shouldn't be scared to try something new without asking you. you knew he would never push things too far. you trusted him.

which is how you ended up how you are currently.

...

you were riding his cock while he was in his camos, black shirt, and his sniper hood. his hands were behind his head confidently as he admired your body bouncing on his hard length. his eyes devoured you as you whined and moaned, his cock just too good for you to be quiet. but you had gotten a noise complaint from the neighbors one night, when konig fucked you hard against the wall. you really did try to be quiet.

"how can i shut you up, liebling?" konig asked mockingly as you rode him like your life depended on it. "it was you who got us that noise complaint."

you couldn't say anything as you threw your head back in ecstasy, his cock hitting that spongy part of you that made you see stars. you felt him reach for something in his pocket before he grabbed your chin with his hand and forced you to look down at him.

"since i can't stuff your mouth with my cock right now, how about my glock?" he asked as he slowly brought the gun towards your face. the safety was on, of course, but there was a full cartridge of ammo in there. he pried your mouth open as he squeezed your chin.

"stick your tongue out," he murmured as his cock twitched inside you. you moaned as you followed his command, and he couldn't help the groan that escaped him when he saw your tonsils moving as you moaned.

"fuck, liebling," he murmured. "gonna stuff your mouth with my glock now, that'll make you behave."

konig slowly slid the cold, smooth metal of his handgun over your wet tongue and into your warm mouth. he didn't stop until the end of the gun touched the back of your mouth. you moaned around it and clenched on him. you began to move on his cock, too aroused to even think, before he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"suck it," he commanded. "suck my gun just like you do my cock."

your eyes widened and you felt embarrassed. you couldn't imagine how stupid you would look, sucking the barrel of his gun like it was his own dick. tears sprang in your eyes as he pressed the gun farther against your tonsils.

"don't make me repeat myself," he warned. you closed your eyes, pretending like he couldn't see you if you did that. you wrapped your warm, soft lips around the cold metal of his gun as you slowly sucked on the barrel. konig groaned gutturally as he watched you. the barrel was shining with your spit whenever you reached the top and went down again.

he jerked his hips up into you, his way of telling you to get riding. you placed your hands on his stomach for leverage as you tried to focus on riding his cock and sucking his gun at the same time. you moaned so cutely as you bounced on his dick with his gun in your mouth.

"mein gott," konig whispered as he watched you. his cock twitched and seemed to grow even harder inside of you. "you look...so fucking good, sucking it like that while you ride me."

you mewled around the barrel as you picked up the pace, and konig was grateful that his sniper hood hid how red his face was with arousal. you were riding him for your pleasure, and for him, it wasn't enough. he needed to ravage you.

suddenly, the gun was removed from your mouth and you were flipped onto your stomach on the bed. konig wasted no time in spreading your ass apart and ramming himself into you as he pinned you down against the bed with his body and stretched your neck out so that he could put his gun back in your mouth.

you looked up over your head at konig as he looked down at you with your pretty lips wrapped around his gun. his cock pounded you over and over and over again. the difference between the cold metal in your mouth and his hot cock in your cunt. he groaned wildly in your ear before he thrusted all the way inside you and released in your pussy.

you panted against the metal of his gun, the silver of it fogging up from your warm breath. he blinked again, finally down from his high, and removed the gun from your mouth.

"are you okay, liebling? was that too much?"

you shook your head and smiled. "please, we need to do that again."

he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back softly. "anything for you, my liebling."

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 25: The Most Seductive Game (Primal)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: In 2022 someone commented that the primal prompt should have been for Sniper, and I decided to take that personally.

Tags: Primal play, predator/prey, fear play, scratching, teasing, outdoors, degradation, biting, marking, clothing ripping, praise, aftercare

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

As you ran through the woods you were painfully aware of how loud your steps sounded, the crunching of leaves seeming cacophonous beneath your feet. Your movements felt clumsy as your clothing- little more than a thin dress- caught on stray twigs and bushes, puncturing the fine material. You couldn’t run forever, but every time you stopped to catch your breath the feeling of being watched intensified, forcing you to flee again. Your stamina was draining, and you were being hunted by a notoriously patient opponent. He knew just how to wait you out and wear you down.

When your muscles threatened to give out you had no choice but to stop. Your lungs burned as you sucked in the cool night air. You shuddered and leaned back against a large tree, praying that it would offer you some cover. Instead, it just served as a convenient surface for your pursuer to pin you against. He seemed to come out of nowhere, appearing from the shadows and giving you no time to react.

Your wrists were snatched and pressed against the tree bark at your sides. A low growl sent a shiver down your spine and you looked into his eyes in mock fear. Sniper leaned in, his lanky frame looming over you menacingly before he buried his face against your neck. You felt his breath warm your skin and the fear in your expression was replaced with longing, unable to hide how truly eager you were to be his prey.

“What a pretty little prize you are,” Sniper growled. He didn’t hesitate to deliver a sharp bite that made you shriek in a mix of pain and delight. A smirk spread across his face as he moved away from your neck to admire the mark left behind. His sharp canines had come dangerously close to drawing blood.

You stared up at him with a kind of conviction, your gaze intense despite the rosy flush adorning your cheeks. Sniper pulled your wrists above your head, pinning them there with one hand while the other began to travel down your body, pulling at the sheer fabric before finally reaching your briar-scratched thighs. You let out a hiss when he touched the reddening marks on your skin before he once again reached upward, beneath your skirt, and against your bare cunt, sporting an even wider grin at the wetness he found there.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked. Did that little chase get you all hot and bothered, pet? Maybe you wanted to get caught,” Sniper said, feigning surprise at the discovery. You made a sound akin to a whimper, shrinking back as if you were ashamed, but his iron grip on your wrists didn’t let you get very far. You resisted the urge to squeeze your thighs together, to hide the evidence of your arousal. “Darling, you know how to use your words. Answer me.”

There was a threatening growl in his tone that made you tremble, barely able to stammer out a response. “Yes, I wanted you to catch me,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted you-”

Your words were cut off by a gasp when Sniper began to caress you beneath your skirt. You squirmed in his grip, desperately bucking your hips as his fingers slipped into you suddenly. He chuckled as he watched you begin to writhe. “Looks like I’ve caught myself a bitch in heat.”

A harsh shudder overtook you at the sound of such vulgarity. It felt delightful to be referred to in such a degrading way. Your heart seemed to beat faster as you replayed the words in your head over and over again, a giddy smile creeping its way onto your face. You knew Sniper was drinking in your every reaction, and he knew just what kind of effect he was having on you.

“You’re desperate for someone to fuck you like this, isn’t that right?” He asked, curling his fingers until you let out a sharp moan. His countenance shifted at the sound of that. It was an expression you could only describe as ravenous. Sniper looked like he could have eaten you alive.

You could have struggled against his grip, played out a crude attempt to ‘escape’ or perhaps even beg for mercy. You were quite adept at playing the helpless prey, caught in the jaws of a beast that could do whatever he pleased with you. Said beast would tease you, edge you, and make you plead for permission to come as he growled obscenities in your ear. However, as fun as that all was, it could grow monotonous, and as you looked into Sniper’s eyes, so full of primal, raw hunger, there was a part of you that longed to feel just as ruthless, just as unapologetically feral.

So, you did not try to flee. Instead, you dared to hook a leg around Sniper’s waist, yanking him forward. He stumbled, releasing your wrists to quickly brace himself against the tree behind you with both hands. You knew your advantage would be brief, and you weren’t about to let it pass you by. You captured his lips in what was meant to be a kiss, but your eagerness made it come off as more of a bite, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth until you could slip your tongue into his mouth.

His hips were flush with yours now and you could feel that you certainly weren’t the only one enjoying this little game. You groaned into his mouth and bucked against him, feeling just how hard he was. Sniper pulled away with a snarl only to be met with your smug face. You weren’t going to be intimidated today. Instead you bared your teeth in a wide grin, daring him to do his worst.

“Well, I didn’t see this coming, doll. You’re feeling bold today?” Sniper reached forward, and before you could say a word, your dress was quite literally ripped off of you. The sound of tearing fabric and the feeling of the cool night air on your newly exposed skin made you shiver, but you held your ground, not even breaking eye contact with him.

In fact, before he could move to restrain you again, you reached forward, and with a strength you didn’t know you had, returned the favor. It probably helped that Sniper happened to be wearing a button down. Still, ripping open that shirt and sending the scattering buttons across the forest floor made you feel immensely powerful. His chest was now exposed for you to shamelessly run your hands over, admiring the scarred flesh. He really was a gorgeous man. As for Sniper, he seemed at a loss for words, stunned for a moment before quickly regaining his composure.

Well, maybe composure wasn’t exactly the right word for it.

“You little brat!” He pushed you up against the tree, gripping your shoulders tightly. Your only response was a soft whine of disappointment. You were hoping to get the chance to mark up his chest a little, whether that be with your teeth or nails. However you simply couldn’t resist provoking the beast further.

“Want me to behave?” You pressed your thigh against his crotch, making his breath hitch. “Then make me . Show me that I’m nothing but prey to you. Devour me.”

Something indescribable flashed in Sniper’s eyes. You couldn’t get a good look at what it was before he began frantically unfastening his belt, freeing his cock. Before you knew it he was lifting you, and you let out a sharp gasp when he quickly thrusted into you, holding you aloft against the tree. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as he immediately set a pace that was merciless and unforgiving.

“Beautiful, you’re so bloody gorgeous.” Sniper’s compliments were quiet, spoken in low growls that made such sweet words sound deliciously savage. Indeed, savage was the most perfect description for this entire engagement.

You moaned loud, nearly howling. No one would hear you this far out in the middle of nowhere, and even if someone did, then so be it. Shame had left you the moment you had been caught, and you weren’t about to let anyone or anything interrupt this. Sniper snarled against your neck, baring his teeth against your flesh. When he bit you, you eagerly bit back, leaving teeth marks wherever your mouth could reach. He scratched your thighs in his frenzy, and you clawed at his chest in return, cackling at the sight of the raw red lines you left in your wake. It was vicious and wild, the two of you driven by pure instinct, pleasure and need, and it was rapidly building to a peak.

With a kind of desperate fervor, you tried to buck forward to meet his thrusts. You knew your hips would be aching afterwards, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to come. You needed to come, and when Sniper hit an especially good spot, you nearly shrieked. “Harder!” You dug your nails into his shoulders. “Right there, I’m so fucking close!”

Sniper’s only response was a low exhale, reminding you of an angry bull. He began slamming into you with renewed intensity, hitting just the right spots. It felt like all your senses were heightened. The scent of fresh, untainted air was intoxicating. You could see the contours of Sniper’s muscles flexing in the moonlight that dappled through the leaves. A vicious sound ripped from your throat as you continued to buck your hips, demanding more from him until the tension built to a breaking point. You came hard, arching against the tree with a delightful shriek. Sniper joined you within moments. He couldn’t stop himself once he felt you tightening around him. With a final thrust his sounds joined yours, pleasure washing over the both of you as you screamed into the night.

It was only when the aftershocks subsided that you realized you were weeping, tears spilling down your cheeks as you were overwhelmed by sensation. Your legs were no longer tangled around Sniper’s waist, but you still leaned heavily on him. You felt some humanity return to you, and along with it came the sensation that you were about to collapse. Your body shook, suddenly feeling dreadfully cold as the adrenaline started to fade. You began to glance around frantically, suddenly feeling very exposed despite being miles away from any civilization. If a passerby saw the two of you like this, it would certainly be difficult to explain yourselves, for a number of reasons.

“It’s alright, darling.” Sniper’s voice was soft and gentle as he saw you begining to show signs of distress. “You’re safe, you’re with me and you’re safe.”

The flow of tears slowed as he brushed his fingers through your hair, holding you tight against him. The pressure of his arms around you always helped ground you after such rough play. He made you feel secure as you came back to reality. Your breathing slowed, your fear subsided, and you felt your pulse begin to even out.

“Calmed down a bit?” Sniper asked.

“Yeah, a little.” Your voice broke even though you weren’t crying anymore. It was most likely from the strain you had just put on your vocal cords. The tension seemed to have completely melted away, leaving you feeling exhausted, but not distressed.

“You did so well, love. Ready to head back to the van? We can relax more comfortably there and get some well deserved rest,” Sniper said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Would you like that?”

“I would,” you said, pulling away from his embrace and trying to take a few steps in the direction you thought the camper was, only to realize how woefully unprepared you were to walk. Sniper caught you just before you collapsed, scooping you up bridal style.

“Here, let me carry you back.” You had no idea how he managed to retain enough strength to carry you all the way back to the camper, but you certainly weren’t complaining. You leaned your head on his chest, resting your eyes and listening to the crisp sounds of twigs and leaves crunching beneath Sniper’s footsteps. By the time he had returned to the van, parked just outside the tree line, you had already fallen asleep in his arms.

[the-jarvy-party]

ANTISOCIAL | König

könig x fem!reader

lowercase intended | warnings: cursing, guns, normal cod stuff

wc : 2515   (masterlist)

you and könig didn’t start off on the best terms, but after one mission your strict ‘no close relationships’ rule was broken.

translations at the end!! i’ve been wanting to write for könig for awhile - but my writers block hit hard. also i had to start writing this on my computer so please don't mind spelling and grammar errors.

könig and i really didn’t talk much, we put our energy into work rather than relationships. i also felt like könig didn’t like me too much because i took ‘his’ spot on the sniper squad.

regardless, we needed to work together. no matter what unit or squad we were on, we were all a communal team.

“cmon, we gotta work together for this.” i catch up to könig and he looks down at me, i couldn’t see his face but i could tell he was annoyed. “we aren’t gonna get any further than this if you keep being an asshole.” i snarl as he walks away.

i soon realized he wasn’t being bitchy, he just didn’t know how to properly express his emotions. so, now, we’re here. stuck in an abandoned house where könig was the only uninjured person in here.

he grabbed my sniper, taking a few of the men out. the muffled screams of our squad was heard throughout the room.

“k-“ i groan and hold my shoulder, “könig, i need you to,” my breathing starts to pick up, because as i was talking the blood soaked through my gear and flowed through the spaces in between my fingers. “i need you to take my radio and call for backup.” 

he only nods, sliding down for cover under the window. “wir brauchen verstärkung.” he clicks the radio off and slides it back to me.

“thank you.” i whisper, i felt weak. i hate how i let myself get vulnerable in-front of the man who i was supposed to be better than.

but in combat, being more skilled really didn’t matter because we were a team. 

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“really disappointing mission, team.” our captain paces the front of the room. he looks over at me before turning the board on.

“cap,” i raise my opposite hand up and he turns around. “if we’re gonna call up a replacement for me i choose könig.” i look at the man next to me.

“you’re choosing… a giant to be a sniper?” he rolls his eyes and scoffs. “yeah in your dreams, princess.”

“woah! don’t call her th-“ horangi raises his voice.

“you be quiet. you all are dismissed, ones who are able to go to the range.” the captain mutters something under his breath before we all leave.

“you’re just gonna let you talk to him like that?” horangi catches up to me and i roll my eyes.

“kinda have to,” i bite my bottom lip and look outside, wishing i could go to the range. “he’s a dick so something is coming to him.”

“that sounds like a threat…”

“hm?” i look at him and shrug, before walking ahead to my room.

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i hear a soft knock at my door, it was könig. “hey.” i smile and let him in.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers and sits down on my bed, his hand lingers on the soft blanket at the foot of my bed.

“for?” i sit next to him and wince when i sat down too hard.

“letting you get hurt.”

"that wasn't your fault, i should be more careful." i shrug and look up at him. "it was pretty cool how you just took out those men." i smile and i could feel pride radiate off of him. "you'd make an amazing sniper, that's why i nominated you."

"i could never be a sniper." he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "that's why they picked you."

"can't shoot with a shoulder that had a bullet through it less than 24 hours ago." i look away, towards the tv that was hastily set up on the dresser when we were stationed here.

"mhm, i forgot about that," he mumbles, his accent making such a simple sentence so much hotter than it was supposed to be.

"you have two useful, working shoulders, though." i try to lighten up the mood. "very useful." my hand goes up to his shoulder and he flinches away before i could realize what i was doing. "sh- shit sorry."

 i could tell he was flustered by the way he switched his sitting position, "i should probably go... bis später." he whispers, waving to me and gently shutting my door.

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 as my shoulder started to heal, könig and i’s friendship blossomed. which i was happy about, not only because he could help me but because it was my first (very) close friendship on the base and in general. 

i was at the store trying to shop for the base, roze comes up to the cart and dumps stuff into it. "ridiculous how he only picked us to do the shopping."

"i know," i roll my eyes. the pt said to start using my injured side of my body, since i kind of stopped using that arm. "it's better than könig being here, he'd fuck up the whole invisible thing." i struggle to lift up a bag of apples to put in the cart.

 "you're right." roze helps me lift the bag, "remember when he went into that target back in california…" we both shiver and i shake my head, not wanting to remember it. 

 as the weather heated up, we also were starting to have more training sessions - that i couldn't attend. i could barely get my gun positioned the way it used to be. 

 "atta girl." könig helps me put the sniper into my shoulder, just him saying that made me wildly miss the target. 

 "fuck!" i groan in pain, the gun recoiled and hit right where i got shot not even a full 3 months ago. "ah-!"

 "you're pushing yourself too hard, when i got shot in the leg it took me a year to fully recover and rehabilitate." salvatrice comes over to where könig and i were. 

 "i need to get back out there, i'm driving myself mad sitting in my room." i try and give her a smile before she walks off. könig was silent as i kept trying to hit the target, my shaky hands making my aim erratic. his slight readjustments would be pushed back by me, because that's not how i remember doing it. 

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 it was july when i realized a change in my agility, i was finally getting back in my groove (according to könig). 

 "mile time… 5:45. great job, diamond." captain checks his stop watch. nodding, i go to get a drink of water. 

 "target practice is next," könig fills up his bottle in the fountain next to me, he was seriously hunched over. "ready?" 

 "you fucking know i am." i smile and wipe off the corners of my mouth. "it's at 7 right?" 

 the rain was beating down on the buildings we used for sniper training, the sunset peaking out of the clouds in al mazra. i check to see if my ear piece is working and go to turn the safety off of my gun. 

 "you will not fire until i say so, i'm not having the problem we had the last time or we'll go back to strictly targets. immersive sniper practice is a privilege, not a right."  we all groan in response, i hadn't been in these since i started working for kortac so i just didn't answer the adrenaline waiting to fully run its course through my body. 

 fender started making up a mission from inside the center building in the makeshift city, it looked strangely like the embassy. "-and you're selected with the task to take out the star of the specgru, ghost." he fades out and i get my gun ready.

 konig comes up on my ear piece, "eyes on the target." i get my gun ready, looking through the scope to see a man in a ghost mask in the alleyway of the city - near where the heart of this 'city' was. 

 "locked in." i spit out the rain water out of my mouth and continue to look through my scope. i hear footsteps behind me, thinking it's the captain trying to help me improve my form. 

 "watch out, we're infultra-" my earpiece cuts in and out as i hear roze yelp in my ear. i look back to see another man in a red mask pointing a gun right at me. 

 "i would advise you to stop whatever you were doing, lass." he cocks his head to the side and i could hear him laugh. 

 i wasn't comprehending that we were in actual combat. "very funny," i get up and point my sniper rifle at him. "is this like… extra training?" regardless, i wasn't letting myself get hurt again. i shoot him in the arm before hearing someone yell very clear german. 

 "bloody hell!" he collapses, clutching onto his arm. "i wasn't gonna," his breathing labors and he puts his head back on the brick. "i wasn't gonna shoot." my eyes go soft for a second, pulling out first aid and setting it on the floor where he could reach it. 

 skipping a few buildings, i run into könig . "what the fuck is this?" i look up at him and he strugs, blood staining the mask he wore over his face. 

 "i didn't kill anyone, i didn't kill anyon-" he starts to panic a little and i make him run and we were both starting to get tired. 

 "fender and cap set us up, könig ." we climb inside of a building on the outskirts of the embassy. "those bastards." i whisper, trying to catch my breath. the rain covered our tracks, so i hope they weren't trying to find us. 

 "they have roze, too." könig whispers as we hear footsteps on the top floor. he puts an arm around my shoulders, putting me into his chest so i wouldn't make a noise. shit, i forgot to put the safety on my gun. it was in the corner of the room we were hiding in, but konig had a pistol that was digging into my side that i could use. 

 one wrong move and that gun could alert specgru where we were. the footsteps were outside of the room, my hand inching towards the pistol that was on königs utility belt. 

 "there has to be people in here." the mans accent sounded like he was from birmingham, definitely not the scot i shot before running. "i saw them run, the giant isn't so stealth."

 "just check each room on this floor, if they're in here, knock em'." it was ghost on the other side of the door. i quickly take konigs gun out of its holster and he jumps a little. 

 "yes, l.t." i hear a gun reload and a distant scream. 

 "i'm going to assist soap. keep watch, gaz." the window slides open and then it was dead silent, which was never good on a battle field. i make konig let me go and i stand behind the door. 

 i mouth the words 'stay' to him, because lets be honest. a 6'6 man isn't gonna be the quietest person on the planet, especially now where it matters the most. 

 "i know someone is in there," the man named gaz wiggles the door knob and i get my pointer finger on the trigger. könig moves behind a couch and gaz shoots down the door hinges. "ah, there you are." he reloads his gun and i shoot him in the torso. 

 gaz lets out a terrified scream, dropping to the floor seeing könig emerge from behind the couch. no matter how many times i did this i would always get a rush.

"i'll let you get out of this alive," i get down to his height, moving the flattened, damp hair off of my forehead. positioning the gun on his chin, feeling the heat of the gun from the time i shot him in the torso. "you just gotta promise that you never saw my face. promise me, big boy?" 

 "i p-promise. just," he opens his mouth from the white pain, whimpering. "let me live, ah god." i hand the pistol back to könig and he secures it in his holster. 

 "your wish is my command." i get up stepping over gaz so we could retreat back to the base. i rip both of our chips off the uniforms. 

  "das war heiß" könig chuckles under the mask and i shake my head. 

  "i don't know what you just said, but i'm flattered." i smash the chips with my boot and hear shots popping off in the distance. "we're leaving. getting our shit and leaving." 

 we could pack everything we had into one communal (big) duffle bag, and könig knew how to fly a helicopter so we took one. "you sure they won't care…" 

 "they're too busy kissing ass to notice. we'll land a few miles from my grans house." she lived in a rural, farming town so we were set.  "i can't believe i'm finally leaving, it was overdue." this is why i didn't form close friendships.

 "yeah, i'm glad i got to leave with you." könig had only his baclava on, retiring the ghost looking mask in the bag. 

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 "gran?" i call out and she gets startled. 

 "my goodness! i'm so glad to have you back." she hugs me and i smile. 

 "i'm glad to see you too," i can tell her eyes were looking up at könig, she wasn't exactly the tallest person i knew. "oh, this is könig. i told you about him?"

 he waves and she smiles at him, "well, welcome! um, room is upstairs." she thinks we were sent back home due to injury (aka, because we had enemy blood on our uniforms). 

 "i hope you like it here, we'll eventually move to the states. a friend of mine has a condo we can rent out." i set my phone on the night stand and he takes his boots off. 

 "i will never complain," he shakes his head and sets one of my grans cookies on his lap. "this is heaven." 

 "i would slap you if you said anything different." i look up at him as he brings the covering up to his nose bridge. "you have a nice face." i enjoyed to see him choke on the cookie from surprise. 

 "wh- huh?" his face goes red. 

 "you heard me." i grab my blanket from the duffle bag and cover both of us. "i'm not wrong, either." 

 his eyes dart around the room for a second before he rips off the rest of the mask. "still?" 

 "still." i study his facial features like i needed to memorize them for a test. if my feelings were murky and unclear from february, they were crystal clear now. a smile creeps up on my face. his voice and face matched up perfectly in my eyes. 

 "oh no, d- did i scare you off or-?" he starts to find something to hide his face and i grab his hands. 

 "no, no you didn't scare me off." i realized why he was an antisocial type person, he never got close enough to anyone to show his face and if he did they'd get scared off. "i think you're perfect."

 his shoulders relax and he lets out a sigh of relief. "wait, you think i'm per-" his voice cracks, i grab his face and kiss him to shut him up.

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translations

wir brauchen verstärkung : we need backup

bis später : see you later

das war heiß : that was hot

(könig also means 'king' in german)

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Communication - Dainsleif

Summary: Your husband is a terrible communicator.

Warnings: Mentions of potential divorce, Dom!Dainsleif, Sub!Reader, Possessive Sex, Nervous sex, First time with Dain, Angry!Dainsleif, Fem!Reader

Dainsleif, a man of few words even with me, his wife. He would respond to my questions with a mere hum or a disgruntled groan. He kept his word minimal, when I arranged to marry him I was in awe by his looks and his voice as it was deep and alluring. However I never heard his voice much after he said his vows. Yet I couldn’t simply divorce him as both our families pressured us in this spot. The one time I went to his work I was curious how he managed a company but when I got to his office he was already busy. And from the secretary’s expression I knew it was more or so with another woman, or man. 

So I left his office and went home. When he came home he didn’t look any different, he looked nonchalant and emotionless he only mumbled a short half-assed ‘hi’ before going to the bathroom. When I learned of his affair partner I wanted to end it there but my parents forbade it and so I had to suffer this loveless marriage for years until my parents passed and Dainsleif’s mother stopped caring about his affairs. I waited at the table like many other times and the moment he walked in he mumbled his ‘hi’ then went to go shower but I stopped him. 

“Can we talk?” I ask, the blond looked at me puzzled before nodding and sitting at the table. When he did I pushed the paper towards him and he read it through as he did his eyebrows knitted together then furrowed in anger. I suspected he would just sign it but he picked it up and tore the paper several ways before getting up and storming off to the bedroom. I thought he would sign it with no questions asked but instead he got angry and tore it up. He didn’t even ask why I wanted the divorce, he didn’t utter a word. I sighed and took out my phone to call the lawyer for another paper but my phone was snatched away the moment I said divorce. 

I looked to see Dainsleif who had my phone in his hold and his eyes were furrowing. Dainsleif looked at the phone before hanging up and taking my phone, I chased after him but even when I managed to touch my phone he wasn’t letting it go and instead he placed it in his safe with his sniper rifle before going to the bathroom to shower. 

“You can’t hold my phone like it’s police evidence!” I snapped, following him into the bathroom, he remained unbothered as I watched as he undressed. 

“Answer me you asshole!” I pushed him, or at least I tried, he looked at me with that annoyed expression and huffed, “Return my belongings you prick!” I shouted 

A scoff came from the blond and I furrowed my brows, “You’re unbelievably! Why won’t you sign the papers! I’m sure it’s something you want!” suddenly the man placed a hand on the back of my neck and face before planting his lips on mine, I hummed slightly as his tongue entered my mouth, when he pulled away from me his pulled me towards him by taking my bottom lip between his teeth in a rather gentle way which only made my head fuzzy and I dove right back into those lips and he continued exploring my mouth to his heart's content. When he pulled away for good his expression was still angered. 

“Never assume stupid shit like that ever again!” He scolded, before getting in the shower and I was left there standing dumbfounded as I registered that my husband of six years had held me and kissed me until I was breathless. When it finally settled I rushed out of the bathroom holding my reddening face. I felt like a  teenager who had just kissed their crush, but scratch the inexperienced crush and replaced it with a very experienced man who could make me soak my panties with his voice alone. 

I gathered myself and placed myself on the bed in our shared room and he came in to throw his clothes in the laundry basket before looking at me with a cocked eyebrow. 

“Need something?” I say, at my words he smirked and came close. He put his arms at either side of my waist before one of his hands went back to my neck, his hand massaged my neck as he leaned in close and without his lips even on mine he was making my head fuzzy. I placed my hands on his shoulders and he began backing away. 

‘That’s not what I wanted! Damn it! Come back here!’ I thought wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him back in harshly, he chuckled and leaned our foreheads together. I tried to kiss him but he wouldn’t let me and I had to tangle my fingers in his hair to even try to get him to kiss me but he still wouldn’t kiss me!

“You’re adorable when you're frustrated.” He chuckled. I hit him, “Ok, ok, don’t hit me,” 

“Why won’t you do it!” I  grumbled. 

“Do what?” He asked

“Y-Y’know what! You did it in the bathroom!” I whined, he chuckled again and placed one of his hands on my thigh. 

“We did something in the bathroom?” He asked, which made me realize he was teasing me! And as much as I wanted to hit him he was incredibly sexy doing it. 

“W-we did.” I said. He hummed, and pulled away. 

“Refresh my memory, what did we do in the bathroom?” He asked

“W-we. . .k-kissed.” I say, under his gaze I felt so embarrassed whatever he was doing had to be some method of humiliation. 

“So, what did you mean by ‘why won’t you do it?’” He asked

“I. . .k-kiss me please?” He smiled. 

“If you want something from me you just gotta ask for it.” He said before easing me into a kiss, he was being gentle as I whined, he managed to work me up as he kissed me though and he even laid me down on the bed as the hand on my face was used for stability besides it and his other hand on my thigh rose to fall on my hip which had me short circuiting. However as the kiss continued my breath was running out and I pushed his shoulder to signal I needed to breathe. He of course pulled away and planted a kiss on my cheek before standing up. I reached out to him, and I managed to grab his forearm. 

“Where are you going?” I asked, he chuckled. 

“Well I’m going to eat and then watch TV.” I looked at him in disbelief. 

“Don’t you want to finish what we started?” I ask

“Hmm? I don’t remember you asking me to do anything else besides kissing you.” I was stunned. Dain left the bedroom and ate dinner before he went to the couch and found an action movie and all the while I was close by hoping he’d take the hints, but nothing, after two action movies I was becoming restless and I took the initiative. I straddled his lap and he looked at me. 

“How can I-” I planted my lips on Dain’s and he responded in an instant I began rolling my hips and he pulled away but I wasn’t having it so I brought his lips back to mine but he noticed I wouldn’t let him run away and moved so he could pin me to the couch. 

“Hey!” I protested

“I thought I was pretty clear, tell me what you want and I will do it.” I furrowed my eyebrows. 

“That makes me sound like I’m forcing you to do something.” I retorted. 

“So do you rather I force myself on you?” Dain asked, “Or maybe you’d prefer it if I just used you like a toy anytime I want?” Dain asked, I looked at him. 

“Y’know what forget it,” I pushed him off and got up from the couch to go to the bedroom, “I guess you’re too tired from doing it with your mistress anyhow.” I began walking away but in an instant I was pinned against the wall. 

“Repeat that,” I groaned and repeated myself louder. 

“I guess you're too tired from doing it with your mistress anyhow!” I shouted, Dain seemed annoyed. 

“Who the hell has a mistress, because I know damn well it’s not me!” Dain’s lip twitched in annoyance. 

“It’s obviously you!” I said. 

“Uh huh, why do you think I have a mistress?” He asked

“Because she’s always in your office at work! Even your Emma said you were in your office with her.” Dain scoffed. 

“I fired that bitch the moment she tried unzipping my pants! And to put it clearly my mother is a meddler! She was always at the office meddling until your parents passed!” I stopped. 

“Emma tried unzipping your pants?” I ask

“Yes, I was on a conference call when I felt my pants being pulled when I looked under my desk that bitch was under with my zipper in her hand. I called in my bodyguard and she had charges pressed against her.” Dain said, “regardless of that I never heard anything about you coming to the office from anyone.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me any of that?” I ask

“Because what kind of wife wants to hear how their husband almost had their cock pulled out by another woman?” Dain asked. 

“Wait a second, then what about the past six years?” I ask

“What about them?” 

“The barley talking to me, the no intimacy, the fact we lived basically like roommates who hated each other? What was all that?” I asked

“Archons, I’m terrible at conversations my mother signed me up for lessons in conversations and whatever else she thought would help before our wedding because I  -in her words- ‘be able to talk to my drop dead gorgeous woman of a wife and I won’t allow my grandson to become as strange as you’. So the first two years of our marriage I was still doing that but it could never make out more than a few words before coming flustered, and then the intimacy. . .L-listen I’m not inexperienced in that department but I mean it’s different when your doing it with someone who you met at a masquerade sex club then your wife who’s showing herself entirely and I didn’t know if you lost your virginity and well I didn’t want to hurt you so I controlled myself -which might I add is extremely hard when your not used to sleeping next to someone-.” He stopped and took a deep breath and backed off. 

“And about the roommate thing, well. . .I never hated you, I don’t know if that wasn’t mutual but I without a doubt never hated you, in fact I hated myself. I couldn’t be the ideal husband and that is extremely hard but that is what I wanted to be for you. And I couldn’t.” I took Dain’s hand. 

“B-but you said your vows well.” I said

“B-because I wasn’t looking at you, I was looking out the window at a bird.” Dain confessed. 

“B-but. . .s-so Emma lied to me, your mother is a meddler, you're so shy to an anti-social point, you slept with someone who wore masks, and you never hated me? Woah, I think I learnt more about it in five minutes than I have in six years.” I say

“I guess I know why you wanted the divorce now.” Dain said, “I mean, look, this is the first conversation we’ve had since, what, our match making?” He said

“I don’t entirely think that counts.” I say

“Yeah, I didn’t talk at all then.” Dain said. 

“So, the thing about me needing to ask you for something?” I ask

“W-well, god, my mom always told me to make sure you wanted anything I was going to do, I’m sure that’s partly to blame on my father, as he’d never ask anything of my mother and would instead force it upon her. I always assumed if you wanted something from me whether it was sexual, romantic or anything else you’d simply ask, but I guess it did kind of sound like you’d be forcing me to do it. Which isn’t the case at all!” Dain explained. 

“So, you wanted verbal consent not just physical?” I ask

“Yeah,” Dain said, I smiled and went closer to him before hugging his neck. 

“If you needed that you should’ve told me, I would’ve given it happily.” I smiled. Dain looked down and smiled too, “So, Dain, please take me to the bedroom and fuck me.” Without holding up Dain picked me up by my thighs and carried me to our bedroom where he laid me down on the bed and went to get rid of my clothes. But stopped halfway and I took note of why, he still didn’t know if I needed to know how I wanted it. 

“Slow, at first.” He smiled and got on his knees the moment my pants were off he leaned in close and used his tongue to earn a long awaited taste of his wife. When his mouth filled with the taste he pulled away and kissed my thighs. 

“Fuck, I really should’ve tried harder to talk to you.” Dain said before diving into my cunt once again. He swirled his tongue around my clit and even with all the toys I’ve used in the past six years Dain’s mouth was the best out of all of them. I tried closing my legs to keep him in place but Dain held me open by my thighs making sure I was on display for him. I felt something in me and I saw Dain’s eyes glimmer slightly before that thing intruded further. I looked and still saw Dain’s hands, so using my limited braincells I knew that ‘thing that intruded was his fucking toungue!

“H-Holy shit, holy shit! D-Dain~” I whined, he hummed, adding vibrations onto his tongue that I couldn’t help but moan at. I grabbed Dain’s hair and he nuzzled his nose into my cunt having his nose brush against my clit. It was insane the sensation at minor things was clouding my mind. As a knot began forming in my stomach I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer. Dain had casted a spell on me and I was practically begging for it to never end. 

“I-I’m gonna. . .I’m Cumming~” I moaned, Dain pulled away slowly and used his fingers to help me through my orgasm by playing with my clit. When my body finally relaxed Dain began praising me. 

“Good job, you did very good.” He said as he situated me into a better position on the bed, “You did so good, how are you feeling?” 

“P-princess.” I say, Dain tilted his head with a look of confusion, “P-please call me princess.” I say Dain smiled. 

“You tasted so good princess, thank you for letting me eat you out.” I looked at him and I noticed the innocent eyes he held even though his words were far from that. Dain went to go but I  weakly grabbed him and he hummed. 

“Something wrong princess?” I nodded

“W-we don’t leave this room until I cum on your cock and you cum in me so get back and listen to your wife.” I scolded, Dain smiled and got undressed and he got back in between my legs and helped me take off my shirt before he lined up to my expecting cunt, when he began making his way inside. I have to admit it was painful, since I didn’t have a dildo his size but it was a good pain. 

“How are you feeling?” I looked at Dain and smiled. 

“G-go slow,” Dain nodded and started moving his hips slowly but with the curve of his cock he managed to hit my g-spot without fail and it was mind numbingly good. I quickly wrapped my arms around Dain’s neck and pulled him close. 

“Shit, f-faster,” without any verbal confirmation Dain began moving faster which had me digging my nails into his back, Dain praised me without any pain in his voice and kept moving in me. This was the first time I was having sex with my husband and he was gentle, soft, understanding, he was following my words and made sure to pay attention to my body in case I didn’t tell him my pain. It's like he’s filing each one of my reactions into his mind as reference material. 

“Fuck~ D-dain!” I held him impossibly closer, I felt his lips on my neck and he continued his movements, Dain didn’t speed up or get rougher he kept that same mind numbing pace and I was so close to unraveling but he stopped. I pushed Dain to look at his face. 

“Dain~ I was so close~” I whined, Dain smiled. Before kissing along my collar bone. I tried to grind against his hips to finish but Dain held my hips securely waiting until my impending orgasm left. I whined and hit Dain since I was so close. 

“Ouch!” Dain said as I hit his chest to which he responded with pinning my arms down, “Come on now princess, be good for me.” I tried fighting him but Dain kept my hands down without much force. 

“I was so close!” 

“Oh I know princess, I know, but I haven’t shown you all my party tricks yet.” I huffed at his words. 

“You’re more of a knight than a Jester.” I retort, Dain came close and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. 

“Oh princess I can be anything you want, Jester, Knight, or even a dog but allow me to show you a party trick I know you’ll like.” I pouted but agreed. Dain pulled out and I hadn’t registered how but he got behind me and I was using my arms as a leverage point Dain slipped back inside and he managed to feel bigger and before he started moving he snaked one of his arms around my hip while the other went to my chest. It made me feel like I was in a warming hug despite being naked, cold. But when I noticed where I was positioned I noticed those blue eyes looking at me in the mirror right across from us. 

“Fuck, your look amazing like this princess.” Dain whispered as I looked ahead into the mirror, “This almost makes me want to throw away my plan and tie you up.” Dain spoke in a low voice, he was giving off the possessive husband aura and I couldn’t handle just how good he was at that. 

“You’d look irresistible with a pretty collar on this neck, don’t you agree?” Shit he wasn’t even moving but my head was going fuzzy just by his words. 

“D-dain~” I whined, I felt a slap to my ass when I whined. 

“Bad girl, my name isn’t Dain, come on say it.” I whined, what the hell would his name be? I was going blank but then I spit out the only name that came to mind. 

“Master~!” Dain chuckled and began kissing my neck. 

“Good job princess, now does my good girl want to cum?” Dain asked, with a hint of condescension.

“Please, please, please, master~ wanna cum please~” Dain bit my shoulder leaving a nice indentation before he started moving again. I wasn’t sure how I managed to get close to orgasm in just a minute but I did.  

“M-master~ G-gonna cum~!” I whined, 

“Not yet, you’ll wait for me.” I whined but listened, after a few more thrusts Dain began using his fingers on my clit which made it that much harder for me not to cum I was so fucking close but forced to keep it at bay. 

“You fucking need it don’t you? Your cunt is practically begging to cum, you wanna cum pretty girl?” Dain asked

“Please Master, please let me cum~” I whined. 

“Ready princess?” I nodded, he placed a kiss under my ear before whispering, “Then cum.” 

My body convulsed as my orgasm washed over me but my moans didn’t cease in fact Dain was still going at it which drove me crazy until I felt something warm paint my insides, finally dain stopped and instead of pulling out he moved to lay us down on bed and he began praising me again. 

“Good job princess, you took me so well. You did such a good job for me. You can go to bed, I'll clean you up.” I felt soft kisses and I have to admit his voice made my eyes feel heavy and I fell asleep in his arms.

[the-marshals-wife]

Fidelity (Crosshair x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: I wrote myself into a corner and scrapped my initial ideas for part 2 of Shot Through The Heart. But fear not! For those who wanted more, this is a pseudo-sequel to that fic's premise, updated with all my Season 2 Cross angst. The pay off is worth it, babes.😌

Disclaimer: obviously Crosshair's character arc is still unfolding in Season 2. Writing this on 1/30/23, canon notwithstanding, this is my take on how Imperial S/O Reader and Crosshair would interact after the events of "The Solitary Clone."

Description: Crosshair x Fem!Reader ft. unspoken feelings revealed | Warnings: angst + arguing | Word count: 1,457 | Gif credit: user leavingkamino

★ Bad Batch Tag List ★ @dantes-devil-huntress @sageislostinspring @sweetheart-bo (comment to be added!)

Imagine The Empire jeopardizing your relationship with Crosshair

Discipline. Order. Peace through sacrifice.

These are the principles you live by and swore to uphold no matter what. You made a pledge to The Empire, to the galaxy, to protect those principles until your last breath. Such a pledge leaves no room for doubt. You thought nothing could shake your faith in that. A lot can change in thirty-two rotations.

For better or worse, your former commander had been on your mind. You'd only spoken in person once since his rescue from Kamino, and that was while he was under medical watch in the hospital, understandably still ill from nearly dying. Then, you had to hear from another squad about your own being disbanded, news that was not accompanied by condolences. All this had challenged your morale, but no stripped rank or new assignment could erase the fact that you had a history with the clone sniper. It's not easy to forget someone who had your back when others did not. Yet between you being transferred to your new squad, being away on your own missions, and Crosshair not answering half of your comm attempts when you did have time to make contact, you hardly knew what had become of him.

Something made tonight different, however. He had reached out to you.

The sun had already set by the time you reached the agreed meeting place, a rooftop overlook near the Imperial Headquarters. You wondered why a conversation couldn't be had on base in either of your quarters, but perhaps it was for the best; you weren't overly enthused by several of your superiors presently. You lean on the railing and look out over the haze of the city lights against the deep purple sky. The breeze tousles the loose hair from your braid against your cheeks.

The sound of the lift doors opening behind you breaks your concentration. Crosshair steps out, clad in his familiar black armor, his rifle noticeably absent. It was strange to see him without it.

He removes his helmet and tucks it under his arm.

"Hey," you greet, trying to veil your concern, "I got your message. Are you alright?'

"Fine," he says, nodding slightly. A brief silence falls between you as he walks to stand by your side.

"You look well," he says, his eyes fixed far beyond the skyline. He retrieves a toothpick from his belt and places it between his lips.

"You're looking better too," you reply, glad to see most of the pallor was gone from his face.

Silence again. Starting a conversation with Crosshair was typically a challenge, but one you liked to rise to.

"I heard you were deployed to Desix," you offer, breeching the uncomfortable subject. The last time you'd spoken, Crosshair had been your commander.

"I was," he confirms, "The former leader there took an Imperial governor hostage, but it wasn't much of a fight. We reestablished order in the system."

"My squad just had a similar mission on Ansion. We encountered a lot of local resistance. Not everyone is on board with the Imperial plan." you remark with a sigh.

"So it would seem," he responds, his tone lower than usual, "They can't see that we do is for the greater good. They can't just run away from the truth."

With those last words, his demeanor had shifted. There was a shade of sorrow in his voice. It was conflict if nothing else, and you could no longer ignore it. Why had he brought you here?

"What's wrong, Crosshair? Why did you want to speak to me?"

He frowns, looking down over the railing, "You're still loyal."

Dread washes over you. "What do you mean?"

"Commander Cody went AWOL after our mission," he replies, offering little insight. He follows this reveal with a scoff, spitting the toothpick out into the abyss.

"Oh," is all you can say as your thoughts spin. You never met him, but most deployed on Coruscant like yourself knew the name and who he'd served under, "Maybe he got tired of being treated like a lesser solider," you observe.

Crosshair quickly turns you, pointing a finger, "Don't tell me you're questioning The Empire, too."

"I didn't say that. I just mean it's not exactly a secret that clones aren't treated the same anymore. Not like the conscripted soldiers and volunteer recruits," you reply, taken aback by his sudden anger, "Things have changed so much just since I was part of your squad. It's bad enough how they treat you, but then took that away on top of it."

"I don't need your pity," he asserts, taking a step back from you.

"I don't pity you, Crosshair. I never have," you argue, feeling your throat begin to tighten. You hadn't been prepared for this kind of firefight. "I'm just sick of how The Empire is treating you. You were missing for over thirty rotations and no one would tell me where you'd even gone."

"Why do you care?" he replies coldly.

His words sting, but you can't hold back your answer. "Do you really not know?"

Recognition flashes in his eyes for a heartbeat, but his fist is still clenched at his side.

"We're soldiers, Y/N. We follow our orders, we complete our missions, we get it done. If we die, that's our lot."

"I know what I signed on for. I accept the sacrifices," you say, standing your ground, "But The Empire doesn't care if you live or die. You're just a number to them."

"How is that any different than The Republic?" he finally snaps, throwing his helmet down, "I am only doing what I have always done!"

You feel your hands start to shake as you go on the offensive, knowing what needs to be said, "The Jedi wouldn't have left you on that platform."

"The Jedi are traitors," he sneers, baring his teeth, "and what you're saying is starting to sound like treason."

"Do you hear yourself? Is that what you truly think of me, after what we've been through?" you exclaim, raising your arms at your sides, "Crosshair, I'm on your side!"

You'd made a precise hit, both of you feeling the impact. His rage froze over, and your eyes began to blur. You turn your back to him, fighting to regain your fracturing composure.

"The war destroyed my homeworld. I lost everything and everyone I ever cared about. The Empire gave me the opportunity to stand up and fight. To help keep that from happening to others across the galaxy. That means everything to me. I'm not about to throw that away," you say, looking back to see his stony expression had softened a bit, "But I also know that the cause we serve doesn't care at all about clones. It doesn't matter that you're the best at what you do. They're waiting for the day that they can drop you all. Kamino is proof of that."

He stares at you in the dim light, visibly weighing your words.

"You're too honorable to see that, but I won't stand by in silence," you declare, your resolve returning, "Yes, I am loyal to The Empire. But I'm also loyal to those have fought and bled by my side."

Walking over to his helmet and picking it up, you extend your arm and offer it to him. He reaches out and takes it, avoiding your gaze. Remorse covers his face, but he doesn't speak.

You had nothing to lose by taking one final shot.

"I don't care if the Imperials found you. I wouldn't have left you to start with."

All your rounds fired, you turn to leave. Instead, you feel a grip on your wrist.

"Wait," Crosshair murmurs, swiftly pulling you back toward him.

Before you can utter another word, you're face to face, and he's closing the distance. You close your eyes as he captures your lips in a heated kiss and circles his arm around your waist. Your heart races as you kiss him back, resting your hands on his chest as you surrender to the embrace.

At last he pulls away, and you're captive in his intense brown eyes.

"Thank you," he says, his voice hardly above a whisper.

He calmly releases his hold on you, putting his helmet on and walking away. As quickly as it'd began, the passionate moment was over. You watch him enter the lift and disappear out of sight, realizing not only that you'd been right about the feelings between you, but knowing also that your heartache had just increased tenfold.

Forget the blasters. This was no longer a training exercise. A detonator had just gone off, and you felt the shrapnel across every inch of your skin.