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[bobattef]

BADBATCH FIC

Working a shift @ 79’s

There was nothing special about you.

You were just an ordinary civilian, trying to earn a decent living in an ever growing and ever changing world.

There could have been worse places to be of residence than the planet Coruscant of course but that didn’t stop a few chancers in the bar of 79’s where you worked.

Some punters were a little too hands on for your liking, both with your body and your tills as one too many times your boss would take a chunk out of your tips to cover what was lost from the nights takings.

Tonight was no different…

You already had a guard escort a couple of drunkards from the premises for not taking no as an answer from one of your colleagues.

Being mostly a bar for the clones to unwind in, you still had a few other travellers from across the galaxy.

You knew a good amount by their names now and would greet them as such.

That’s when you saw them, more so him.

A clone of course but this one was different. His whole crew was but he stood out to you.

Dressed in an armour made up of mostly black and red. With a striking red bandana across his head, holding in place those beautiful dark curls of his, much different to the short buzz cut the other troopers would sport.

You could see it was an experienced clone as such as you ran your eyes over the many scratches and scorch marks across their chest plate, watching it rise and fall as they took their breaths.

The clearing of your colleagues throat brings you back from your thoughts.

“Looks like we’ve gota couple of newbies”

She nudges you in the ribs slightly as she slaunters over to them.

Another customer hollers you from across the bar as you sigh out, you wanted to get a closer look at this new guy but you grin and bear it as you start to take the order from them.

Time had passed like it normally would.

You had gathered quite a few credits in tips tonight being so busy.

You were just counting them casually as you stood by the bar, waiting for another customer to call you for an order to be poured by the droid working behind it.

The familiar whistling from your boss almost causes you to freeze as he comes stalking over, his eyes on the little wad of credits that you quickly stuff into your apron.

“Doing well tonight darling?”

You nod politely as the pet name he uses almost causes you to shudder.

He doesn’t hide the fact that he drops his gaze down to your chest and then back up again. The shirts he made all his waitresses wear were always on the small side.

“You know… I’m pretty sure the tills were down last night”

He says to you as he clicks his tongue.

“Really?”

You sigh out, knowing what was coming next.

“Mmmhmmm”

He smirks at you.

“By about…oh, 20 credits”

His answer causes you to furrow your eyebrows at him.

That was just the number you had gotten to when you were counting your tips.

“20 credits? How??”

You ask him knowing it was a lie.

“Don’t ask me love-ee, it is what it is”

You stare at him a little too hard as you finally give in and open the zipper on your apron again.

Making sure you sigh out very loudly when you handed your earned tips over to him.

“You’re so good here”

He chuckles as he slinks away, looking for his next target.

You could feel the adrenaline start to pump through your veins as the anger from the exchange with your sleazy boss replays through your head.

You feel your heart almost hit your chest as you hear the blood roaring in your ears.

You turn on your heels a little too quickly to storm off into the bathroom to calm down but as you do, you feel like you hit a brick wall.

Slamming face first into the cold metal armour of that clone you were checking out from earlier on.

“Ow!!”

You curse out as you pull your hand to your face, both in embarrassment and pain.

“Sorry, I..er.. didn’t expect you to move so fast”

You feel a slight pang of guilt at your outburst.

It wasn’t his fault you were in a huff.

“No, no I’m sorry! I wasn’t mad at you, it’s just…”

You trail off before you bore this poor clone with your rants of your boss.

“What can I..what can I get you?”

You go back into server mode as you pull your data pad and e-pen from your pocket.

“Oh er..we have a table server”

He sounded awkward as he spoke to you.

“Oh…course”

You tried not to show your disappointment at the fact your colleague beat you to it tonight.

“I was just coming to see if..you, well..”

You tilt your head at him as he was clearly finding something difficult to say.

Your eyes find his own as you mentally note he has the exact same colour as the rest of the clones you had met.

Albeit half his face was covered in a tattoo of some sort.

You must of completely zoned out whilst checking him out as your brain practically shouts at you for being so quiet.

“Sorry…?”

You feel your cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment as you didn’t want to come across as rude to him.

“Your…nose? It’s bleeding”

He pulls a face as your eyes widen, wiping your nose with the back of your hand now, sure enough, a smear of blood trialed across the skin.

“Dank Ferrick!”

You huff, almost pushing past the dark haired clone and into the bathroom stalls.

You quickly grab some paper towels to dab your bloodied nose with whilst you stare into your reflection, noting just how red your face had turned.

“What a mess!”

You think to your self as you fold over the dampened tissue now and press it against your nose once more.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the bathroom for but your colleague comes storming in now.

“That absolute nerf herder!!”

She spits as she kicks the small trash can in the corner.

You sigh out, knowing exactly who she must be cursing about.

The sound causes her to look up at you as she notices your bloodied nose.

“Oh…what happened??”

She tries to hold in her laughter and sound concerned with you but you rolling your eyes causes her to lose her demure.

“You know that clone squad you’re serving on tonight?”

Your voice sounded muffled as you were holding onto the bridge of your nose to stem the bleeding.

“Yes…”

She sighs out in victory she remembers she snagged them from you.

“Well I just ran into one of them.. literally”

You throw her a look as she full on laughs out loud.

“Which one?”

She asks as she slows her giggles.

“Er the er one with the tattoo”

You shrug, acting as if you weren’t taking in every detail of the clones face all night.

“The tattoo?”

Your colleague sighs out sarcastically, most clones had tattoos. They wanted to gain some sort of identity for themselves.

“The face tattoo”

You look back into the mirror now, knowing your cheeks will heat again thinking of him.

“Aaah…”

She nods as a smirk flashes across her face.

“Hunter?”

She raises her eyebrows for you to confirm but you hadn’t known his name, any of their names.

“I don’t know”

You furrow your own eyebrows at her now.

“Yeah Hunter…the one with the curly black hair, bandana? And half face tat?”

She pushes, knowing you knew all of that stuff.

“Funny you should mention him cause”

You watch her through the reflection in the mirror as she gets cut off by another person entering the bathroom now.

You both smile awkwardly at them as they stare at your bloodied face before they disappear into a cubicle.

“Funny why?”

You try to get her to continue.

“Because… he was asking about you”

She smirked as she folded her arms across her chest now whilst winking at you.

You looked at her for a while longer, wondering why she’d make up something like that.

Why would the clone be asking about you?

“Wha…what did he say?”

You stutter slightly as she lets out a chuckle.

“Go back out there and find out”

She tells you slapping you across your back before heading back out into the bar area.

“You can’t say that!”

You shout after her but she laughs again as she disappears through the crowd.

You’ve managed to stop the last few drops of blood falling from your nose now so you feel safe to return to the floor.

You thought about what your colleague had said, should you approach the clone? But what would you say? What if she was just trying to wind you up and made it up about him asking for you?

You straighten out your shirt and apron as you head back over to the bar now, choosing to just ignore what she said and carry on serving your tables but you see the clone, Hunter now you know his name, still stood where you had left him.

“Hey”

He smiled as you approached him, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“How’s your er…”

He trailed off as he pointed at your face.

“Ha! Fine now thanks”

You answer, willing yourself not to get embarrassed again.

“I’m sorry”

He blurted out as you look up at him confused.

“I honestly didn’t expect you to…”

He went to continue his apology to you but you hold a hand up to stop him.

“No don’t be daft!”

You let out a nervous laugh.

“It was my fault, I was… annoyed and went to stomp off but didn’t check my surroundings”

You try to talk in the same language the other clones often spoke like.

Like military personnel.

“Ah”

Hunter says realising.

“The exchange with your boss?”

He tilts his head at you as you nod, trying not to get annoyed again.

“He does it all the time…the tips I mean, I should be used to it by now but…”

You huff out as you look at the floor now.

“I’ve worked with him before”

Hunter sounded sympathetic.

“He’s a con man unfortunately”

“Tell me about it!”

You roll your eyes.

“Want me to have a word?”

He tells you as you laugh out loud.

Hunter does too, pretending that it was a joke.

“Excuse me…Miss!”

A customer from one of your tables tries to get your attention.

“Sorry I er…”

You fumble again as you look up towards Hunter, he was stood so close to you now, almost towering over you.

“…I better be getting back to er…”

You manage to get out as he continues to look into your eyes.

You almost can’t pull away from his gaze as you suddenly feel your heart beat flutter, at the same time Hunter lets out a chuckle.

“You got work to do”

He says to you as you nod.

You have to clear your throat as you turn away from him, suddenly in need of some water.

You weren’t able to catch the way he grins as you walk away, not realising you were holding a breath until you exhale out when taking the order of your customer.

You had no idea why tonight was so busy.

Was it even busier than normal?

Or was it the fact you were wishing on a spare minute or two to catch up with the bad batch clone.

You had managed to find out the name of their battalion from passing by your colleague a few times at the bar.

You kept stealing long looks with him as you passed from one side to the other whilst serving your customers.

Glancing up at the large time dial as you noted it wasn’t long until your shift would end. But then that would mean the bar closing and Hunter would be leaving alongside his fellow clones.

You had your head buried in your data pad as you sensed another customer taking a seat at one of the tables inside your area tonight.

“What will it be? We have a specials menu if you’d like to take a look”

You start to reel off your usual choice of words when greeting a new customer but a low chuckle fills your ears instead.

You look up confirming your thoughts.

It was Hunter.

Sat alone now as you glance over to where he was before, his fellow crew members still seated and being served by your colleague.

“What are you…”

You go to ask what he was doing over here but he cuts you off.

“If you can’t come over to me, I’ll come over to you”

He tells you like it was obvious.

You laugh as he watches the way your smile meets your eyes.

“You do know I’m going to have to open up a new tab right? Of your own?”

You tilt your head at him, knowing his previous tab was racking up nicely as his crew (and the few others they were meeting with tonight) were making their way through your drinks menu rather quickly.

“I do”

He nods as he pulls a few credits out of his back pocket.

You roll your eyes, knowing it’s just enough for one bottle of the ale you noted he was drinking before.

“I’ll be right on it”

You smile at him as you take the credits and walk over to the bar now, grabbing the bottle yourself rather than waiting on the droid to do it, seeing as it was only the one drink.

You make your way back round to the other side of the bar, your eyes still on Hunter’s as he couldn’t remove his gaze from you but you’re suddenly stopped quite abruptly by your boss stood in front of you.

“You working on the bar too tonight darling?”

His words almost slither out his mouth as you gulp down your feelings of unease.

“No just…just need one drink so”

You shrug at him as he doesn’t maintain eye contact with you.

“Hmmm…just the one bottle?”

He raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“Yup”

You tell him, trying not to look over at Hunter in case your boss tells you it’s a waste of time to wait on a singular customer.

He takes no time at all to work out who you weren’t trying to look at as he tips his head down towards you now.

“The defective clone?”

He almost sneers but you flare your nostrils at his remark.

Defective?? What did he mean by that.

“They’re bad news ya know! Turn on ya very quickly”

He scoffs as you look past him and land your gaze on Hunter now.

He was staring straight back at you.

His one hand was balled into a fist as you noted his other was hovering over his blaster holder that was attached at his hip.

You furrow your eyebrows at his stance.

How could he possibly hear what your laser brain of a boss was saying to you.

“How about I take a few notches off your wage tonight?”

Your bosses words bringing you back into the conversation.

“What…what for?”

You sounded genuinely confused at his comments.

“For wasting time on lone rangers and ignoring where the money is!…the groups!”

You stare at him as if he was talking another language.

Was he really thinking about deducting some of your wages just for grabbing a bottle of ale for your one customer?

“You can’t be kriffing serious??”

You snap as your raised voice causes a few of the punters sat closest to you to look over.

“Oh…I’m being deadly serious”

Your boss leans close to your face now.

The smug look on his face as he was inches away from your own now snaps something inside of you.

You had put up with his bs for a few weeks now.

This job wasn’t perfect but it helped you get your own apartment and make a few new friends after your previous relationship fell flat and you were all alone.

This guy had to be the slimiest boss you’ve ever worked for, constantly making remarks about your appearance, never shying away from the fact that he checks you out all the time. He took your tips, that you earned fair and square most nights and now he’s on about taking your pay cheque all because you were serving one customer.

You’re not sure what you were thinking but it wasn’t clearly as you finally lose your patience with him.

Ripping off your apron now you scrunch it into some sort of ball of fabric as you launch it as his face. It hits him straight on as he calls out in pain, the last few credits in tips you had sitting inside the zipper clanging against his face.

Almost everyone inside the bar turns to see what the commotion was at you shout in his face that you quit.

“Don’t you dare!”

Your boss hisses as he grabs you by the wrist but Hunter is right next to you within seconds.

Removing the hold your boss had on you rather quickly as you noticed how much taller he was than you now, stood so close to you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”

His voice sounded velvety as you realised he was sticking up for you.

“This doesn’t concern you…clone”

Your boss says between gritted teeth as he rubs his face.

“Yes…it does”

Hunter says back as your eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re making a mistake”

Your boss hisses as he watches the other 4 members of Hunter’s crew walk over to you now.

“Get out of my bar!”

Your boss shouts as Hunter raises an eyebrow.

“All of you!”

He gestures to the rest of them as they had stood behind you now.

“You’re not welcome here anymore”

He tells the bar as no one reacts to his words.

“Oh trust me, we won’t be back”

Hunter sounded surprisingly calm despite he was holding back throwing a punch to this guy.

“And neither will she…”

He says nodding towards you.

Your heart skips a little, no one’s ever protected you like Hunter is doing so now, and you’ve only met him tonight.

“And I”ll have my tips back too!”

You add in as Hunter seems impressed at you speaking up.

“Ha!”

Your boss splutters a laugh.

“Over my dead body!”

He tries to stare you down as a voice comes from behind you now.

“That can be arranged”

The larger member of the batch laughs almost.

Your boss looks from you to the faces of the other clones as he quickly realises he was about to have his ass handed to him.

He puts his hands up in surrender as he pulls the bag he has slung over his shoulder round to the front.

Unzipping it slowly as to not startle anyone who had their hands on their blasters, he pulls out a huge wad of credits now.

Your eyes light up as he hands them all over to Hunter.

It was a lot more than the 20 credits he took from earlier on tonight but you weren’t going to complain.

“Happy?”

He snaps as he watches Hunter pass the wad of credits to you now. You hesitate but then bring them up to your chest.

Nobody says another word as Hunter is the first to lead the others out now, not before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

You shoot a glance back at your work colleague stood with her mouth wide open at what just happened.

You weren’t exactly friends as she was always trying to steal customers from you but you had always been civilised in the competitiveness.

Still, you weren’t sad to walk away from her.

You gather outside the front doors, stood awkwardly as Hunter still had a hold of your hand. The other clones he was with were looking at you.

“Oh er, here…”

You tell the one with glasses on as you hand him the wad of credits, he looked like the more important one but also, he had a satchel attached to him.

“Tech”

Hunter called his fellow bad batch member who had his face inside his data pad.

“Oh? I do apologise..”

He straightens up his googles as he talks.

“I was just adding the name of this establishment to our long list of bars and clubs I have saved, places that we are banned from so-to-say”

He tells as you laugh a little too hard. Was he being serious?

“Those are your credits”

Hunter tells you as he smiles at your awkward laughter.

“Well, 20 of them yes but the rest…”

You go to separate 20 away from the other slates but he stops you.

“Nope, all yours”

He smiles at you whilst the moody clone stood next to you both, sighs out loud.

“Haha!”

The larger one hits the back of him now after seeing his reaction.

“Crosshair was hoping for another drink!”

He bellows.

“We still can?”

You nod at him, feeling bad for getting them kicked out.

“I don’t think so”

Tech pipes up.

“That was the last standing bar in the whole city that we hadn’t been banned from previously”

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #starwars #fluff #tech bad batch #crosshair #wrecker bad batch #tbb echo

[bobattef]

Paddock 🐰

The music was thumping through your chest, the flashing lights from the club dancing across your skin as you knock back another shot that was handed to you.

You were already starting to feel the affects of the many units of alcohol you had consumed this evening but you didn’t care.

You wanted more.

You needed more.

More alcohol to numb the pain from your break up with Max.

You had your problems in your relationship but who’s doesn’t these days.

Yes it was slightly controversial working as one of the content creators for McLaren, whilst dating a rival teams driver but those that have known you have expressed many disappointments in your life’s choices so, what was one more.

It was more Max’s team principal that had the bigger problem though.

Every one laughed that Christian was the real father figure in Max’s life but little did they know the man dictated a lot of things to his number one driver.

It was him that pushed for the break up of you and Max, saying you were the reason why he was failing to succeed in recent races.

It wasn’t your fault!

Everyone could see that the Ferrari’s this season were just clicking together a lot better than the RedBull’s and even the McLaren’s yet Horner’s words to Max cut like a knife.

You knew by the look on his face that he would do anything to get winning again.

And that included stomping on your heart like it was nothing.

So here you were, out in the streets of Monaco partying your night away after the Grand Prix this weekend.

You were kind of glad for one thing about this breakup, Max’s strict lifestyle before and after races would never of allowed you to be out and about on town.

You missed nights like these with your bestie where you’d just drink and dance the night away.

McLaren had a good weekend this weekend so the team were out somewhere in one of the many bars that lined this particular part of the Monaco strip.

Both Oscar and Lando up on the podium, with Charles winning his home Grand Prix!

You had always been a Ferrari fan, from when you were very little, so always enjoyed the sound of the Italian national anthem after a race.

Your employers not batting an eyelid as you also hung around with the Ferrari team on race weekends when you weren’t busy filming the McLaren family. 

It was something Christian hated about you though, as he banned you from wearing any Ferrari merchandise when you made things official with Max and of course Max agreed.

You shake your head, physically removing the thoughts of your ex from your mind.

“You ok?” Your bestfriend laughs over the sound of the music blasting around you.

You just smile and nod.

“Another shot?” She tells you rather than asks as she knows you too well.

“Fuck yeah!” You shout “then we dance?” 

“If you can still stand” she replies as both of you knock back another two shots.

***

Charles could barely walk straight as the VIP rep showed him to his booth.

With Carlos, Pierre, Lando, Alex and George (the Mercedes and Williams drivers with their gfs) in his booking party, it was a very prestige group.

He had his sunglasses on to ease the bright lights of the club as they all danced their way up towards the VIP area.

The tables were lined with bottles of alcohol.

Champagne, vodka, rum you name it.

He already felt like he was at his limit for drink but this was his first time he ever won his home race. 

He was going to be celebrating this for a long while.

“Hey, is that y/n?” Alex asks George as they stand at the balcony area, over looking the club. 

Carlos joins them as he tries to focus in on where his mates were looking.

His vision slightly blurred from the contents of drink they had already in their system but sure enough his eyes land on you and the person he was really looking for, your bestie, on the dance floor.

“Yeah” he laughs as he turns back to Charles raising his eyebrows.

Charles grinning back at him like they just had a full on conversation.

“Shall we invite her up here?” Lily asks Carmen.

You all used to be on the road together when the drivers had to do media days so you had established some what work relationships.

“Who’s she with?” Lando pipes up.

“Not Max” Pierre answers quickly.

“I can’t believe they even split up” Lily sounds sympathetic as Carmen agrees.

“You can’t??” Pierre laughs. “They were toxic for each other” he adds as he remembers the arguments and fights he used to witness from you both.

“Ok maybe they had their flaws but…” Alex says as he throws his arms around Lily “it was Horner who ordered them to split remember” 

“Yeah, however…” George joins them back on the sofas now “would you really listen to your boss over your girlfriend?” he asks Alex as he buries his head into Carmen’s shoulder, knowing his answer if he was ever to be asked to do such a thing.

“Are we calling them up here or not?” Carlos asks as Lando already answers their questions with a loud whistle using his fingers.

You knew that whistle from anywhere, it was definitely Lando but where was he?

“YO!!” He almost screeches across the club as others around you all start looking at who’s being hollered.

Your bestie points upwards as you try to pinpoint where Lando’s voice is coming from. 

He was waving like a loony tune up on the balcony area and you laugh at loud, waving back.

“He’s calling us up there” your bestie laughs as she rolls her eyes at your innocence.

She grabs your wrist and walks through the crowd, getting stopped by the security at the bottom of the stair case that leads up to the VIP area.

Both Lando and Pierre come bounding down the steps letting them know it’s ok to let you both through.

Lando gives you a bear hug that makes you almost fall backwards but you manage to keep your ground.

“Have you seen the rest of the team tonight?” He shouts in your ear as the smell of rum on his breath hits your nostrils.

“No” you laugh “where’s Oscar?” You ask him as you both stumble your way up towards the tables the other drivers are sat at now.

“I dunno” Lando slurs as he slumps back down next to Charles “in some bar along here”

“Hey Charles!” You sound a little too happy at seeing the Monegasque as your bestie giggles.

She’s known for a while you’ve always had a soft spot for the Ferrari driver and you can tell her it’s due to you being a fan of the prancing horse all you like, she knows you have a crush on him. 

“Congratulations on todays win!” You say to him as Pierre now hugs you.

“Hey Pierre” you laugh as you get the wind knocked out of you.

“What you doing out here all on your lonesome huh?” The French men asks you, feigning seriousness.

You had history with the Alpine driver before you had gotten with Max, only sleeping with him on a few occasions, nothing major.

But you were never sure if his sassiness towards you now was because he was bitter that in the early days of you dating Max, you were still fooling around with him. 

“I’m not on my own” you wrinkle up your nose at him, playing along “I have (insert besties name here) with me” you tell him as you walk over to where Lily and Carmen were sat.

“Lily, Carmen this is *besties name*” you tell them as she turns shy with all eyes on her, Carlos’ especially as he nods an awkward hello to her also. 

She was never allowed on event weekends with you when you were with Max.

She came a few times when you were travelling with McLaren but that’s it, so she never really met the wags of F1.

She sits between them and Carlos now as she starts small talk with them all.

“Who’s not drinking the champagne?!” You ask them as you noticed it’s the only bottle that hasn’t been opened.

“You’re right! Let’s celebrate both McLaren’s on the podium!” Lando suddenly has some more life in him jumping up and grabbing the bottle.

“And Ferrari’s win!” You add as you Lando rolls his eyes.

“Yes yes and that I suppose” he answers back sarcastically as he winks at Charles.

“You’re not a Ferrari fan are you?” George asks as the huge pop from the champagne cork makes you jump.

“You not seen her tattoo mate?” Pierre answers him as he smirks at you.

Ass.

The tattoo he was talking about wasn’t exactly in a place where anyone could see it.

“You have a Ferrari tattoo?” Carlos says raising his eyebrows at you.

All of their eyes are on you waiting for you to answer as you just nod at them, smiling awkwardly.

“Let’s see” Charles asks you as Pierre laughs out loud now. 

“Piss off Gasly!” You go to hit him playfully but he dodges out the way.

“How do you know about it Pierre?” Lando asks looking from you to him working something out.

“How do you?” Carlos asks Lando laughing at his former team mates seemingly slip up.

You sigh out loud as you know why Lando has seen it.

Spending so much time together with the McLaren team when you weren’t with Max you used to have beach days a lot so he’s seen you in a bikini more times than he can count.

You even remember Lando being there when your own Dad found out about it!

“Where is it?” Charles asks you gently, he’s definitely interested in this now. 

“The top of her thigh” Pierre tells him whilst looking at your reaction.

You’re not sure if he had told anyone about you and him before but you definitely haven’t told a soul. Especially Max. Not that he would care now.

“No..way?!” George laughs out loud as he clicks.

They all look between you and Pierre as they slowly work out that you had slept together.

“Wow y/n…two drivers?” Carlos laughs as your bestie digs him lightly in the ribs.

“You and Pierre?” Charles asks you as you shrug without an answer.

Hoping he doesn’t think any less of you sleeping with not one but two of the drivers he shares the grid with, at this moment anyhow.

“Are we seeing the tattoo or not?” Your bestie joins in as she tries her best to cover up the whole Pierre and you awkwardness by bringing up another awkward moment.

You were possibly a little too young and a little too stupid when you had gotten the tattoo but what’s being young and dumb without any silly life commitments?!

You were always a Ferrari fan so it made sense to get your favourite teams logo printed on you like some sort of branded property, that’s what you told yourself as you got older. 

How was you supposed to know that you would become a part of the team at McLaren one day and your boyfriend would be a driver for RedBull?! 

Ex boyfriend, you quickly corrected your thoughts.

You chew your lip as you think about it.

Could you get even more embarrassed after Pierre’s comments?

“Fine!” You decide, possibly due to having no proper thoughts behind it, your brain was intoxicated with alcohol after all.

Placing your heeled foot on the leather bench next to where Charles was sat, him secretly throwing up a thank you for being the one closest to you.

You roll your dress up towards the top of your thigh, carefully to make sure you didn’t flash your underwear to the entire table.

They all lean closer as you show them the small tattoo there, a black prancing horse with the chequered flag just behind it sitting at the of your leg, just where the waist band of your underwear was.

“Hmm” Charles was the only one to make a sound as the others sit back in silence whilst you drop your dress back down.

“Happy now?” You grin sarcastically at Pierre as he nods, clearly very happy with himself.

“When did you get it?” Charles interrupts the staring contest between you and Pierre.

“I was 17..18?” you shrug trying to play it off. 

But you knew the exact date you had gotten it.

Not that you were going to tell that beautiful face of the the Monegasque looking back at you. 

“Ask her why she got it” Lando laughs as he doesn’t notice your death stare.

“Cause she’s a Ferrari fan?” Carlos answers as if it’s the most logical answer.

“Nope” he turns to face you as his face drops realising he shouldn’t have mentioned anything. 

“Er, let’s drink…” he says quickly grabbing a few glasses for the champagne.

He nervously starts to pour it inside the glass, handing them out one by one as Charles has a look of confusion on his face.

“To McLaren” he says nodding at you, swallowing the whole contents of the glass in one.

“To Ferrari” Pierre laughs tipping his glass to where your tattoo was, Alex, George and the girls sip their drinks along with him.

“To Charles” Carlos smiles as him, your bestie, and you tip your champagne up and then back.

But he doesn’t drink from his own glass, instead his gaze is on you as he tries to work you out.

Your eyes find his now as the others start to make conversation between themselves, completely forgetting about what Lando said previously as he now comes and hugs you once more.

“I’m sorry” he leans into you as tries to talk quietly “I didn’t mean to bring that up, I didn’t think…” he trails off as Pierre comes and grabs the bottle that he was holding.

“Another?” He asks you interrupting Lando’s apology.

“Please” you tell him as you hold out your glass.

The heavy feeling in your chest starting to disappear under the heavy swallows of alcohol once more.

***

You had no idea what the time was, you had lost Alex, George and the girls in the time you had all left the bar to head back to the hotels.

Carlos and your best friend were walking way ahead of you now along the cobbled streets of Monaco, talking excitedly with each other.

Pierre and Charles were talking amongst themselves, in French too so you had no idea what they were saying but it sounded intense.

You and Lando were trying to help each other stay up. He had his arm around your shoulder whilst talking to you.

Hiccuping through his words you couldn’t help but laugh.

Charles and Pierre wait every few steps for you two to catch them up, something Carlos and your bestie wasn’t doing as they disappear round the next corner. 

You sigh out in drunk exhaustion as you sit down on the side wall lining a small cafe or shop of some sort, Lando joins you.

“Where’s Carlos and (besties name)?!” Lando asks as he quickly covers his mouth feeling the rise of bile inside his throat. 

“Gone mate” Pierre laughs at how drunk Lando was right now.

“Gone where?!” You stop laughing at Lando as you realise your best friend had your only hotel key in her purse.

“I dunno” he shrugs “can we hurry up….before the paps come catch us?” He says as he pulls you up from your little perch.

You go to avoid his grip but moving a little too fast for your own reactions you fall backwards into the bush. 

Crying out as you fall, flailing your arms about with Lando and Pierre almost wetting themselves.

Charles joins in with them but grabs you underneath your armpits and pulls you effortlessly out the, now crumbled bush.

He holds you close to his chest as you find your feet.

“Thank you” you mumble as you look up to him.

His eyes were bearing down on yours as you feel your cheeks start to heat up.

He just winks at you as Lando and Pierre start to slow their belly laughs at you.

“Come on” you huff at them both as you continue to walk down the road.

“We need to catch up with Carlos and (bfn)” 

“They’ve gone dude” Lando says to you, stating the obvious.

“Yeah they’re probably in each others pants by now considering how long you two are taking to walk down the road!” Pierre adds.

“Really? Carlos and my best friend?” You ask them both as even Charles nods in agreement with them.

“Well, where am I going to stay tonight?” you say your thoughts out loud as you think to maybe searching for a room at silly o’clock in the morning for a place to stay.

“Well you could stay in Carlos bed” Lando says as he catches up with you “Seeing as he’s staying in yours?”

“They’re not doing it in my bed!” You snap as the three of them laugh again.

“Y/n it’s fine, you can stay in mine and Carlos room” Charles says between his laughs.

You are taken a back, you’ve fancied the Ferrari driver for a while now, obviously only looking, never touching whilst you were in a relationship with Max.

But you never imagine him feeling the same way.

Especially after tonight where he learnt about you and Pierre also!

Your thoughts start running away from you as his next sentence causes them to stop in their tracks “Lando and Pierre are staying so what’s one more aye” he says as he rounds the corner you last saw your bestie walk.

***

The movement of the lift carrying you all to the 6th floor of the hotel was a bit too much for Lando.

He was in the bathroom of both the Ferrari drivers hotel room now.

You could hear the sound of him retching as you walk to the little kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge. 

Charles and Pierre were sat in the living room area, still talking amongst themselves in French.

You go to check up on Lando, but he emerges from the bathroom, his eyes red and watery from throwing up.

You smile at him sympathetically as you hand him the water bottle.

“Little sips” you tell him as he walks over to the sofa and slumps down in defeat.

“The room…it’s spinning” he groans out, placing his arm over his face as you stifle a laugh.

You were trying to be caring and making sure he was ok but you were also very drunk yourself so this whole situation was hilarious.

You turn to where Charles and Pierre were sat on the sofa opposite, still in deep conversation as you frown at them, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

“You ok Mon lapinou? (My bunny) Charles asks as Pierre stops what he was saying and looks over to you trying to translate what he had just called you.

“Where is he sleeping?” You ask them whilst pointing to Lando sprawled on the sofa.

“Looks like he’s already sleeping” Pierre laughs as you look back at Lando’s face.

Sure enough he was laid there, mouth slightly open and breathing heavily as he was sparko.

Charles watches you as grab the blanket that was thrown over the back of the chairs.

You place it delicately over Lando as you slip his shoes off and tuck it in at the bottom of the sofa.

You then move the small trash can that was in the corner of the room to where his head was at, just in case.

“Where am I sleeping?” You ask Charles but don’t look at him out of awkwardness.

“Carlos bedroom is through there” he tells you whilst pointing to the first door on the left, Pierre looks at him as he speaks.

You nod in acknowledgment as you now slip your shoes off, leaving them next to Lando’s on the rug in the living room.

You start to walk down the short corridor to the bedroom of Carlos, you hope he doesn’t mind you jumping into his bed as you secretly wish he wasn’t in yours right now.

“Or if you’d prefer…” Charles voice makes you stop at the door, turning back to face them both as Pierre flashes a grin at you.

“My bedrooms on the right” Charles finishes as he looks at you with hooded eyes.

You’re not sure what your facial expressions were like but going by Pierre chuckling so loudly, you bet they were one of surprise.

“Your bedroom?” You repeat him as he nods at you.

“If you prefer” he finishes.

You look from Charles to Pierre as you feel you can’t quite sense what they were on about. 

You don’t say a word as you turn on your heels and after thinking of going into Carlos room one last time, you cause Charles and Pierre to grin at each other now as you walk a few steps more and disappear through the door into the Monegasque bedroom.

***

You stupidly left your phone out in the kitchen so had no idea how long you had been laying in Charles bed for.

You had discarded your dress, thinking for a moment to grab one of his shirts from his drawer to wear but opting for just your underwear instead.

You begin to feel awkward again as you weren’t sure if he was going to be joining you or not in the bed.

You start to rub your feet together underneath the sheets, wishing you could grab a pair of socks or something as your feet always get cold.

The sound of the door opening causes you to freeze entirely as you weren’t sure if Charles could see your face inside this dark bedroom.

You hear the footsteps from him as he walks over to the bed now, the mattress dipping slightly as he sits on the end of it. 

You almost hold your breath as you hear him getting undressed.

He curses quietly at the sound of his belt hitting the floor a little too loudly. 

You hear the groans of the bed springs as he crawls into bed now, pulling away the cover you had almost wrapped around your face to hide.

You shiver at the sudden cold as he wastes no time to shuffle up close to you.

Moulding his body to fit perfectly behind yours as he drops the cover back onto you both.

You swallow deeply as you can feel him pressing up against you now.

You feel that he is just in his boxers as he drapes one arm over your ribs as the other is laid out across the top of your head.

You had definitely sobered up slightly in the time it took you to walk to the hotel from the club and although you still had some of the effects from alcohol playing with you, you were absolutely sober enough to be ok with him resting his hand on your chest.

“Mamour?” The heavily accented voice of his pressed up so closely to your ear causes your eyes to fly open.

“You awake?” He asks you as he gently nips the  skin off your neck.

“Mmmhmm” you breathe out at his touch.

Your sleepy voice sends a shiver down his spine as he unconsciously bucks his hips up towards the curve of your ass.

You can feel the bulge of his hardness through the fabric as you stifle a moan.

He grins into the darkness as he starts to feel the affects he has on you.

Your nipples harden as he pinches one through the lace of your bralette.

You push your ass out into his hips as he moves them closer to you.

His hand start to wonder down from your chest, across your stomach and down the side of your hip.

He traces his fingers so lightly along the hem of your underwear as your eyes flutter under his touch.

It was so delicate, like he thought you were made of glass.

He brings his fingers over your clothed cunt, stroking you there, feeling the slight dampness of the fabric.

He cups his hand now as you almost gasp out at his grip.

“Wet already huh lapinou?” He whispers at you as he starts to plant kisses along your neck. 

He pulls on your underwear as you lift slightly off the bed, helping him to glide them down past  your thighs and onto the floor.

His hand returns to their place on your cunt as he wastes no time in rubbing circles on your clit.

You cant help but moan out at the touch.

His touch.

The Ferrari driver who you’ve crushed on from afar for weeks now, has his hands where you’ve wanted them the most finally.

He pushes two of his fingers inside you as it was his turn to moan out loud.

You were so wet for him.

He switches up from the rubbing of your clit to the swift movements of his fingers disappearing inside you as you grip on to his arm now. Steadying yourself as you can feel that familiar pressure building up inside.  

“Charles” you breathe out as his paces quickens.

“Oui Bébé?” He asks you as you feel the tickling from his breaths on your neck in between his kisses.

You were sure they were more like little sucks on your neck than kisses but you don’t care right now.

You moan out his name as you come around his fingers, Charles quickly placing a hand over your mouth as you do.

You look up at him with a full on silly ass grin as he laughs lightly, pulling out of you, he brings his fingers up to his mouth now, darting his tongue out to wrap around them, tasting you on them. 

A low grumble comes from his chest.

“Fuck I needed to taste you so badly!” He sighs out as his words cause you to raise your eyebrows.

“Really?” You ask him as his face lights up.

Before you could ask him why he was pulling such a face he disappears under the cover, prising your thighs apart he nestles his head inbetween them.

“Charles I…” you go to ask him what he’s doing but you get cut off with the feeling of his mouth on your cunt.

His tongue swirls around your clit before delving inside you and back out again.

“Fuck!” You rasp out as you lay your head back on the pillow, bringing a hand up to wrap in the Monegasques hair. 

He moves his mouth over your sweet spot with such skill you almost cry out again in orgasm.

Your grip tightens on his scalp, pulling on his hair, the sensation causing him to go feral on you right now.

You were already so wet from coming a few moments earlier and now paired with saliva from Charles mouth, there was all sorts of noises coming from that hotel bedroom of his. 

“Mmmm fuck bébé you taste so fucking good” the sound of his voice causes vibrations on you down there as you feel yourself coming for the second time that night. 

This time he can’t reach your mouth to clamp his hands over it.

He laps up every part of you as you come down from your high.

You’re too lost in the moment that you don’t even hear the door to the bedroom open again as another being steps into the darkness.

“Hope you’re saving some of those orgasms for me Mon Cheri” the deep voice of Pierre fills your ear drums as you almost crush Charles head that was still in-between your thighs, as you try to close your legs. 

“Pierre” you choke out, trying to find your words.

“Were you just listening in on us??” You try to sound annoyed but you were still on a high.

“Maybe” he chuckles out as Charles moves back up to the head of the bed again.

“Why?!” You almost shout.

“I’m jealous…” Pierre shrugs as if it was obvious “I want in on the action”

His words cause you to laugh out loud.

“You can’t be serious?!” you say as you look at Charles now for back up but his face isn’t mimicking yours.

His face is more like Pierre’s is right now.

Full of lust, they both have that feral look in their eyes as their pupils are fully blown and their eyes are almost black. 

“I’m deadly serious” Pierre steps closer to the bed now as you notice he’s shedded most of his clothes now.

“We both are” Charles adds on as you eyes widen in shock. 

“Both??” You say out loud, not believing a word you were hearing.

Both! Of them?? Wanted you??

Your mind starts whirling around as you try to make sure you’re not getting this wrong.

Pierre joins you and Charles in bed now, he can see you were having an internal argument with yourself.

“So what’s it going to be?” Charles pipes up. 

“Let us both have you or…”

“Or I kick Charles out and have my way with you all by myself” Pierre cuts Charles off as he smirks at his friend.

#formula 1 #smut #warnings #leclerc #pierre gasly #f1 #mentions of smut

[bobattef]

Not my Loki

POV: You were in a (some what complicated) relationship with Sylvie. Due to being on the run from the TVA, you both got split up over different timelines. You tried pretending you were a hunter for the TVA so you’d be put on missions to help find her but your long term goal of returning to her side is knocked off its path as you start to fall for another Loki variant that was drafted in to help track down Sylvie also.

Möbius was sure this time, surer than sure that Sylvie was last spotted in 1977 London.

You had been through the 3rd time-jump door this evening alone, things were getting exhausting on this mission to find Sylvie but you promised yourself you’d never give up.

Walking the cobbled streets of London right now, you shuddered slightly at the cold.

“Can I offer you my jacket?” Loki was right beside you now after slowing his pace to drop back from Mobius. 

You smiled warily, he was always so kind to you since the moment you had met. 

Saving you from the bullying tactics of Renslayer on your very first day.

He was pretty much the sole reason why you were working so closely with Mobius and B15 now on the mission to track Sylvie. 

“I’m not sure it’ll quite fit over this armour” you looked up at him now as you both walked down another alley, following the other two.

Loki looked off into the distance, feeling slightly awkward.

He’d always liked you since the moment you had met.

He couldn’t quite explain the pull he had towards you, but you had always felt like ‘home’ to him.

He was forever grateful for your help in trying to locate Sylvie, he was in awe at how much you cared to find her but he didn’t know the real reason why. 

Möbius intuition was right.

Sylvie was here.

Her face was like some sort of lost puppy as you clocked eyes together down that dead-end alleyway.

You wanted to run to her.

Embrace her in your arms.

Run off together in the London fog but it felt like she tore your heart right out of your chest when she shouted at you.

“Stop trying to find me y/n!” 

“It’s not going to work” were her last words before stepping through another time jump door.

They cut like a knife.

Deep.

As the blade felt colder than the London night air that was now nipping away at your face as your tears ran down it.

Möbius and B15 only just catching up to you as the orange glow from the door disappeared fully.

“Argh so close!!” B15 threw her helmet down on the street in frustration.

“Did you get a reading on where she jumped to??” Möbius asked Loki but he hardly heard him speak. 

He was fixated on you. He couldn’t believe what he saw, what he heard.

You and Sylvie.

You were ready to risk it all. 

You wanted to jump through that door with her, he could see it in your eyes.

Those eyes that lit up when they laid upon Sylvie, he knew that look as his eyes did the same.

You were in love with her as much as he was in love with her.

***

You couldn’t possibly sleep.

Mobius told you all get some rest as another timeline jump has been a failure.

But all you kept seeing when you shut your eyes was her.

How could she do this.

You promised each other no matter what you’d stick together.

Yes your situation had its difficulties but you were happy to jump from timeline to timeline, live different lives week after week.

It was exciting.

Was…

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise Loki had joined you where you were sat now in the canteen.

The squeaking of the chairs metal leg on the tiled floor pulled you out of your daydream. 

“We need to talk” Loki says matter of factly as you stand from your chair now.

“No we don’t” you really didn’t want to get into this right now. 

You weren’t sure just how much he knew.

If he heard anything you and Sylvie said to one another.

He grabs you by your arm as you look down at him.

His eyes almost begging you to sit back down.

You feel something in the pit of your stomach as you return to your chair, sighing out loud so he would know the inconvenience.

Loki looks around the almost empty canteen. Time worked differently here at the TVA so there was no set meal times but, much to his relief, right now was quiet.

“What’s the deal?” He practiced this conversation a few times in his head on the way to see you but now he’s lost for words. 

You look at the floor and shrug.

“Y/n?…” he voice sounded desperate as you look up to his eyes now.

Usually they were curled up around his iconic smile but right now they were filled with sadness.

You swallowed hard as the look reminded you of Sylvie’s.

“Deal with what?” You snap back. Putting your guard up.

“You and…” Loki cuts off as another TVA personnel walks past your table, they nod their hello as you both fake a smile at them.

“There’s nothing to say Loki” you stop him from saying her name.

“But…what she said, the way she…looked at you” Loki lowers his voice to a whisper.

You cross your arms.

You really didn’t want to speak about it.

Especially to him.

He watched as you clenched your teeth together.

The muscles twitching alongside your jaw.

He often thought about having his mouth move along that delicate skin of yours, planting kisses down that same jawline.

Trailing them along your neck and…

He coughs, bringing his thoughts to a stop.

You look at him.

“There was… something” you emphasised on the something for use of a better word.

“But now there isn’t so…let’s drop it!” You smile at him but he knows it’s fake.

He almost lets out a laugh as it’s his turn to cross his arms over his chest. 

“And you didn’t want to say before because..”he tilts his head at you as you furrow your eyebrows at him. 

“Seriously??” You say a little too loudly as a few other workers look up from their lunches.

“What did you want me to say??” You whisper now.

“I’m really working undercover. I’m not a hunter. This is just an elaborate and desperate way of getting back too…”

Loki full on chuckles now causing you to cut off mid sentence.

“I meant…what about…us?” You chew your bottom lip, causing him to lose the amusement from his face.

“Is there an…us?” He asks you now as you look away.

You both sit in silence for a while, not knowing what to say.

Yes, there had been times where you and Loki shared moments.

Tighter hugs, lingering kisses on the cheeks or foreheads, you did flirt outrageously with him but most of the TVA staff did, it was the affect he had on others.

You never knew there was something growing on his side though, just assumed he was being normal ‘protective’ Loki.

Now as he stares at the ground out of embarrassment you realise it was a little more than that.

But what is it to be now?

Is Loki going to tell Mobius the truth about you?

You’d get kicked off the hunting team for sure but what will they do to you knowing you had been playing them all this time? 

Prune you?

You shudder at the thought.

“Look…” Loki reaches out to touch your hand resting on the table but thinks better of it and starts tapping his fingers against the shiny surface instead.  

“I won’t tell anyone about, you know” he says to you as you guess wether or not he’s been reading your thoughts. If he could even do that.

“But we do need to find Sylvie” 

“She doesn’t want to be found” your voice waivers slightly as you process your words.

“By you..” Loki says as you look at him in surprise at his outburst.

Suppose it was justified.

“But we still need to find her…the TVA does. We need to know what comes next…with he who remains and the branched timelines and…” Loki starts to word vomit as you watch his face.

He’s always been determined on finding Sylvie.

The whole team has but as he tells you these reasons why you see past them all.

You saw how his face dropped as you both watched Sylvie step through that time-jump door.

“You liked her too?” You say quietly to yourself as he stops mid conversation.

“What?!” He spluttered out.

“Sylvie…” you look up at him as you see his eyes close in realisation that you figured it out.

***

Beepbeepbeep 

The alarm blasting through the speakers above were draining on your ears.

You were in the locker room, gearing up.

Loki had kept his promise of not telling a soul.

You hadn’t worked out if it was a good or bad thing.

Good because, no pruning, yay!

But bad because it meant when that klaxon sounded, you were still pretty much a hunter and had to answer it.

You would avoid Loki on a mission.

He’d obviously be there for updates and instructions but where as before you’d be laughing and working closely together, right now it was awkward.

You both were obsessed with the same woman. 

That was complex enough but when you also had feelings for one another, it was too much to even think about.

“Alabama 1982…” B15 was reeling off the details of this mission as you both marched down the corridor to Möbius and Loki waiting by the time jump door.

“Sylvie was last spotted by one of our locaters working in a…McDonald’s? A restaurant it looks like. In a town in Alabama” your mind casts back to how you both would love a McDonald’s date.

Cheap food, made even cheaper the further back in time you would travel.

It was so cool to watch how it evolved over time.

What was weird was that she was ‘working’ in one but you had given up trying to guess her plans.

Seeing as you weren’t in them anymore.

“Remember suspect is highly dangerous and in no doubt armed” Mobius voice almost drowns out as he gives his usual heads up before a mission. 

You pull your helmet down further over your face as you cover the bottom half with the scarf.

You could feel Loki’s eyes on you the whole time as all 4 of you step through the door.

The orange flow from the time-jump door disappears into thin air as you take in your surroundings.

You were in a field, must of been the middle of the day as the sun beating down on you from above started heating up your armour.

You and B15 start to trudge through the long grass towards the yellow M sign of McDonald’s.

You feel Loki staring at the back of your head as he tries to work out what your motives are now Sylvie no longer wants you to rescue her.

What will you do if she is inside this restaurant.

Abandon the mission.

Help her escape.

Fight her perhaps?

He couldn’t work you out and that scared him.

You reached the car park of the restaurant now.

Mobius and B15 in low hushed voices as they planned 2 would go in the front and 2 round the back.

You squinted in the sunshine.

Deep in your thoughts.

Loki stands next to you now.

“Looks like we’re going through the front” he tells you not looking at you.

“This doesn’t feel right” you cut him off.

“Look, I know it’s far from ideal still doing what we are doing but we need to see the bigger picture here. Find Sylvie, locate he who remains and…”

“I mean this” you gesture to the almost full car park of this McDonalds, it was only a small restaurant on the out skirts of the town but it should of been buzzing inside going by the many vehicles parked up.

Meaning the restaurant should have been full also.

But you couldn’t hear a word from inside.

“An ambush?” Loki sounded worried now, working out where your thoughts were going.

“Guys, what’s up? We going in or?” B15 was always wanting to spring into action but you weren’t 100% convinced this was a normal set up.

“It’s too quiet” you tell her.

“Hmm you’re right…” Mobius sighs out as he pulls out a time pad from his pocket, putting in the co-orindates for the TVA, just in case you needed a quick exit.

You and B15 both pull out your time sticks.

Holding them up close to your chest you step inside.

Loki holds his breath as he hates watching you have to go in head on first.

The strategy was always you and B15 going in armed to see if the coast was clear, you’d both call back either it was or he’d hear the shouts from you as you stepped into a fight but this time there was nothing.

Worried and going completely against protocol, he swings open the door but isn’t prepared for the scene that was before.

You were ok, was his first sight.

Then he looked around, following your eye of vision as he laid his eyes upon every diner and worker that was inside slumped over on the tables, sprawled across the floor.

All fell after what seems to be a puncture wound or 5, their blood oozing out onto the shiny tiled floor.

“Oh my…” Mobius voice sounded choked making you look up at the both of them stood in the door way.

B15 almost gagged when she kicked over a fallen man to reveal a stab wound in his eye.

“This is…a massacre” she whispered out as you walked towards the counter, stepping  carefully over a young man that was against the serving table.

“How could she…” Mobius now sounded lost for words as you look up at him.

“You think Sylvie did this?!” You snap.

B15 scoffs.

“Who the hell else?!” She shouts.

“It’s not Sylvie….” You say but your voice trials off.

Your eyes find Loki’s as he tries to work you out.

He’s seen some horrible things whilst on this TVA journey of his.

And in his many years of life before it.

It was always common grounds for the loved ones to not believe what evil their spouses or family members were capable of but he could see it in your face.

He believed you.

This wasn’t Sylvie.

It definitely wasn’t her style.

You turn to face the counter once more, feeling tears start to sting your eyes as your brain whirls around.

If this wasn’t Sylvie then who was it. 

Who could commit such a horrific act inside this sleepy towns McDonalds.

You place your time stick down on the counter as you feel your arms start to shake.

Both with anger and of worry.

Was Sylvie alright?!

You lean against the tills now, your head dropping low as many what ifs circle your mind.

But as you glance downwards you see an arm raising up towards your face.

You feel the pain before you can even react to move out the way as a fist comes crashing down on your face.

You cry out as you stumble backwards slightly from the blow.

The mysterious person springs up from their hiding place holding a small pistol.

You go to shout to the others to take cover but your voice is turned into a scream as the searing  pain flies through your shoulder.

It feels hot, so hot.

As your head cracks on the tiled floor, your helmet luckily taking the brunt of it. 

Everything seems to move slow motion as just when shooter fires his shot, he’s thrown backwards into the shelving area by Loki’s magic as B15 runs toward him, time stick raised.

You try to lift your head to see if she had gotten him but it hurts.

The throbbing of your split lip and definitely fractured cheekbone competes with the searing pain in your shoulder.

“She’s been hit Mobius!! She’s been hit!” Loki’s voice sounded so scared as you bring your good arm up to apply some sort of pressure on your wound.

“I got her!!” Mobius was stood above you now.

“Help B15!!” He shouts at Loki as you’re not even sure where he was right now.

Mobius drags you to sit upright against the back of the chair.

You cry out at the pain shooting across your arm and face.

“Medi kit?!” Mobius barks at you as you lift one of your hips up slightly, revealing the small first aid box that was strapped to the thigh of every Hunter in the TVA.

He wastes no time at grabbing the pain relief shot, ordering you to bite down into the plastic coating as he pops it into your mouth.

The sour taste of the medicine bursting and making its way into your blood system causes you to gag.

You never actually had to take one before and thankfully as it was the most disgusting thing.

Using the small pocket knife you had on your utility belt, Möbius cuts open your sleeve to where the bullet had penetrated your skin.

“This is going to hurt” he quickly tells you before shoving two fingers into your wound.

You want to scream but you’re cut off by hearing another man’s scream.

You glance up to see where it came from as you spot Loki walking towards you all smug.

“How am I supposed to cuff him when you’ve just snapped his arm?!” B15 calls out as you smile faintly at him.

Loki’s smile quickly disappears when he sees your bloodied lip and bruising appearing on your pretty face.

“You ok?” He almost can’t talk as you bite your already swollen lip to stop yourself from crying out.

After confirming the bullet had come back out, Mobius applies the quick fill gel you had in your medi kit to close up the wound.

It was only a temporary fix while those that were injured, got to the medical bay back at the TVA without bleeding out.

“I’ll kill him” Loki told you matter of factly as Möbius rolls his eyes at him.

“Kill our only suspect and lead to get to Sylvie?” He says as he shakes his head at the god of mischief being so dramatic.

“It’s only a scratch” he smiles at you trying to cheer you up.

You cough as he makes you laugh.

“Come on, we need to get him detained” he says as B15 walks over to you all, dragging the shooter behind her “and you, to a medical bay” he places a hand on your shoulder, you wince as he apologies for touching you in that one area.

Loki snakes an arm around the back of you as his other lifts you by your legs.

“What…what are you doing??” You splutter out.

“I was… going to carry you” he says as if it was the most obvious thing.

“I can walk” you tell him, avoiding his eye contact as you feel your cheeks heat up at the way he clutches you so close to his chest. 

“Ok” he sighs out as he lowers your feet back onto the floor.

“But I’m holding you up” he tells you as he keeps the arm he had placed round your back.

You don’t realise how much you needed his help as you practically leaned against his body the whole way through the jump door and onto the bed the nurses had waiting for you back at the TVA. 

***

The heaviness of your eyes were too much to fight. You felt yourself slipping into a dream as you laid on the hospital bed.

The medical facilities the TVA had always blew your mind.

So clever and so advance yet it was still the same old few stitches in your arm and a cold compress on your face what the doctor had ordered.

At least you felt next to no pain now.

“I’m sorry…” Loki lures you from your slumber but you keep your eyes shut.

“…I didn’t realise you were sleeping, ill, I’ll come back later” the shyness in his voice causes you to open your eyes slowly.

“I’m awake” you smile weakly as you sit up.

“What are you doing? Lay back down” Loki stands next the bed now as he fluffs the pillow a few times.

“I’m fine Loki” you laugh at him.

“Are you?” He asks.

“I mean, minus the hole in my arm and the smashed up face, yeah” you joke but he doesn’t laugh.

“Y/N I’m sorry, i didn’t react in time, I wasn’t quick enough, it just happened so quickly, I, I panicked” he starts mumbling but you reach out for his hand with your un bandaged one.

“Don’t be silly Loki, no one would have known what was going to happen…we got him, that’s the important part….” You squeeze his hand now.

“He is still alive right?” You smile up at him as he avoided your gaze.

“You didn’t kill him did you?” You say as he looks up at you.

“No” he smiles now “I wanted to…still do” he says not letting go of your hand.

You both stay with your fingers entwined with each other, you don’t find it as awkward as you would have before when you would accidentally brush past each other.

Loki stares at your split lip, the wound had closed up but it was still red and swollen. 

Trailing his eyes up the the bruising of your cheeks, he has a different set of emotions now.

It infuriates him that you were so hurt, he feels like taking you into his arms, wrapping himself around to you protect you from this.

To promise you he’ll never let anyone hurt you again.

He seems to be lost in his thoughts as he doesn’t realise you had asked him a question but instead of asking you to repeat it, he places his lips on yours.

You take a fair few seconds to catch on what was happening right now.

Was he kissing you?

There wasn’t much movement in this kiss, it was more your lips were just pressed together but as you close your eyes to be lost to it, he darts his tongue out.

You weren’t too sure that you should kiss him back but once he added his tongue to the mix, you shredded any doubts and mimicked his movements.

Your lips stung as your cheekbones throbbed under the force of Loki’s mouth on you but you didn’t care.

He places a hand behind the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you deeper.

Your one free hand goes to rest on the waistband of his trousers as you indistinctly pull him in closer to you.

The urgency in you causes him groan into your mouth as your thoughts race to having him devour you right here on the hospital bed.

“A-hem!” The sound of B15 clearing her throat cause your eyes to fly open in fear.

You almost push Loki away from you as he sighs out his frustration at being stopped.

“Möbius is about to interrogate the guy from the restaurant…” she tells you both looking at you more than Loki.

You nod as you had no words.

“If you’re not too other wise occupied?” She looks at Loki now as he exhales a laugh.

She turns on her heels and walks out the medical bay, you feel a long ass lecture is coming your way from your counterpart.

Adjusting his belt buckle and straightening his jacket slightly, Loki watches you as you jump down from the edge the bed.

You shuffle your boots back on and ask him to pass you your jacket that was hanging on the back of the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks you genuinely intrigued.

“To the interrogation room” you say matter of factly.

“What? No!” Loki snaps “you are to stay in bed and rest, you’re not coming to the…”

“What? No!” You find yourself repeating him.

“I need to know who that guy is, what he was doing there, if he saw…” Loki now cuts you off.

Pushing you backwards til you sit back on the end of the bed.

“You’re staying here, you’re going to rest, and then when I’m done questioning this guy, I’ll come back and tell you all about it” he taps you on both your shoulders, you wince slightly as your shoulder throbbed.

“See…you’re in no fit state to be in the same room as him” Loki gloats at you as he knows he’s right. He places a kiss on the top of your head as you glare at him walking out the door.

As soon as that door clicked closed behind Loki, you jumped back onto your feet, awkwardly placing one arm through your Hunter jacket whilst draping the other side over your bandaged up shoulder.

You make your way to the interview room that was attached to the interrogation cell.

Loki told you weren’t in no fit state to be in the same room as your shooter but he never said anything about being in the room next door to him.

You were surprised B15 was stood in there also.

Expecting her to be in the cell doing the questioning with the other two.

You avoid her gaze as you stand next to her, staring through the one way mirror out to where your suspect was sat, with Mobius and Loki before him.

“What was that back there?” She asks you, still looking forward.

“Nothing” you shrug.

“Hmmm” she crosses her arms now “didn’t look like nothing to me” 

You don’t say anything else.

You felt embarrassed she had walked in on you and Loki playing tonsil tennis but you also didn’t have an answer for her.

What was this? Even you didn’t know.

Interrogations are long.

The suspects always long out questions, choosing silence over answering anything. 

You were leaned up against the wall of the interview room now, the tiredness from earlier on catching up with you.

B15 comes back inside with a caffeine beverage for you.

She doesn’t say a word as you say your thanks.

You weren’t exactly friends, more like work colleagues that happened to be put on the same missions over and over again so you did create some sort of a relationship with her.

But things were definitely strained right now in the tiny confines of that room. 

You want to say something more to her but the opening of the door once more stops you in your tracks.

It was Loki.

“I went to check on you in bed and…” he says to you as he runs a hand through his hair, totally annoyed.

“Surprised?” You grin at him sarcastically.

“Not one bit…however I think you’re wasting valuable resting time. He’s not talking and you’re not healing” he stares down his nose at you now, knowing he’s right.

“Oh Loki, it’s only a scratch” you tease him as B15 scoffs at your obvious flirting.

“By a bullet!” Loki snaps.

“Yes…by a bullet but he got a lucky shot!” You quip back.

“Purely getting the one part of me that wasn’t covered by my armour” you roll your eyes at the stupid design of your Hunter armour being so gappy at the shoulders.

“Hmm..a little too much of a lucky shot” you say working something out.

If you had taken a hit anywhere else, the bullet of ricocheted off you, you would have still be stood on your feet in front of the shooter as you could have attacked him back.

But he aimed for your shoulder knowing it wasn’t covered.

“He’s a hunter” you whisper out.

“What?” B15 can’t seem to work out what you said.

“He knew where to hit! He knew where our armour was at it’s weakest” you tell her as you poke the hole that was in her armour now.

“Ow!”

“See!” You turn to face Loki now as he understands your point.

“Not every one knows about the gappy armour! You literally put the chest piece on separately from the arm piece” you look between them both as your clarify your point.

“He’s a hunter” you say out loud as you look at the man still sat in the middle of the cell next door.

***

#loki x reader #loki series #tva loki #marvel #pov #fluff #mentions of injury

[bobattef]

just for fun.

“It’s not even that serious, just for fun”

You tell your best friend for the umpteenth time as she rolls her eyes at your comment.

“Just for fun?” She repeats you, which makes you look back at the screen connecting your video call, was it delayed??

“Y/N…there’s so many reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this..” her serious voice comes over the speaker but you can’t help but smirk at her.

“Ergh, which is probably why you want to do this right? For the wrong reasons?” She asks you as you fake your offence at her words with a dramatic grab to your chest.

Yes, you were perhaps showing your rebellious side a little too much with this latest antic of yours.

But being brought up in the Stark family, it was almost inevitable that you would bend the rules.

And if there was a rule to say ‘don’t fuck around with any of your Dad’s work colleagues” then you’re definitely a rule breaker there.

*ping* 

Your phone lights up the same way your face does when you see who the message is from.

Completely ignoring your best friend asking if it was him, you open the message as your heart starts to pick up its pace.

Doll?

You awake?

He was never the best at messaging but then again he was over a hundred years old. 

“You’re not seeing him tonight are you?” Your best friend asks you as she sees a cheeky grin flash across your face, confirming her thoughts.

“Y/N! Your Dad is home” She almost shouts as you bring your fingers to your lips to shhh her.

Yes you were in your own room a whole floor above your Dad’s and Peppa’s bedroom but you never know how good a hearing they might have these days.

I’m up Soldier 😘

You type back to him as you quickly say your goodbyes to your bestie.

“Stay safe you absolute nut case!” She half laughed as she switched the end call button.

You quickly discard the over sized tee you had been lounging in as you rummage around for a better looking top.

You’ll keep your leggings on, one day you might meet up with him in a skirt or dress, I’m sure he’ll love you in one but for now it’s trousers of some kind seeing as you’ll be climbing out the window in a moment.

Your Dad gave you the best room available inside this compound.

Up and away from the others, it was almost an attic room only sharing its hallway with a storage cupboard on the end.

With massive floor to ceiling doors leading out to a balcony which was linked to the side alley of the building.

I mean, who wouldn’t choose to sneak out once in a while when it was set up so perfectly to do so.

ETA 23:05

You giggle a little at yet another blunt message as you carefully slide the door shut behind you.

A quick glance from left to right just in case anyone else was out for a midnight stroll, you hopped over the barrier and almost silently climb down the railings framing the side wall. You landed perfectly on that one soft part of grass to muffle the sound of your boots.

You’ve become a pro at this now, being the 6th or 7th time you’ve met up with the super soldier on the sly.

It always happens the same way, you’ll bid your good nights downstairs to him in the common room along with the rest of the avengers on camp and then a few minutes, sometimes hours later, your phone will ping with the same messages.

You wait in the shadows for him, you’ve always liked this part.

The hiding down the alleyways, the hushed voices, the standing flush against the wall with that cool metal hand of his wrapped around your mouth, keeping you quiet as you’ve had to wait for the coast to be clear.

You lean your head against the wall, looking up to the stars as the feel of the brick mixed perfectly with the rising heat of your body.

“Doll?” You can hear his smile through the whispering of his voice.

You know he can see you perfectly with his heightened senses but you can only make out it’s him by the faintest of light bouncing off his arm from the lamp post nearby.

You loved it when he didn’t cover it up.

“Waiting long?” He asks you but doesn’t give you much time to answer for his lips are already on yours.

You almost gasp into his mouth as his whole body leans into yours, pushing you further into the wall you were stood against. 

“Sorry” he grins at you as he pulls away, leaving one hand casing your face.

“Been a long day?” You ask him. You could always tell if it was a good or bad day by the urgency he gave you when you met up with each other.

Some nights you’ll just sit in the dark somewhere and talk absolute rubbish until it was almost dawn.

Other nights he could barley contain himself and would pounce on you as soon as he laid eyes on you.

He was one of the best kissers you had.

Despite him saying he was lacking experience giving his past, you longed for them each time.

You’re not sure what you wanted from this.

Yes, your bestie thought it was purely about hurting your Dad but you can’t lie and say you didn’t find the super soldier very attractive.

He stood out to you the first day your father had introduced him, he didn’t want to touch you, not even for a handshake as quoting his words ‘he thought you were made of glass’.

You quickly taught him just how tough you were when he watched you train with Nat.

You can’t even remember how this came about and yet it was only 2 weeks ago, if that.

You enjoyed being with him so you just left your thoughts at that as he grabbed at your leggings, pulling them down to the tops of your thighs.

“here?” You breathed, the feeling of his hands on you where you needed it most causing your voice to waiver.

“Here” he smiled at you before kissing you deeply.

Groaning slightly into your mouth as his fingers pushed inside you.

“Fuck doll, so wet already?” His deep voice against your lips sent shivers down your spine.

You expected him to lift your leg up, wrap it around his waist.

If he wanted it here then the best way was to fuck you up against the wall but he took you by surprise as he spun your whole body round, you were now facing the brick in front of you.

His fingers never leaving their place buried inside you, you were so focused on the feeling he was giving you with the teasing of his hand that you didn’t quite hear the undoing of his belt.

Only realising that he had his cock out when you felt the tip of it pushing against your ass cheeks.

You’ve lost count the amount of times you had both slept together in the small space of time you had been meeting up like this but you still were in awe at the size of him.

Pulling out of you with his fingers, he pushes your underwear to the side so he could line himself up with you.

You shuffle your feet slightly, parting your legs to widen yourself.

The gravel underneath your boots being the other sound apart from both your rapid breathing.

“Ready doll?” He whispers into your ear as he gently bites at your neck.

He’s not silly, he won’t make any obvious markings on you, no matter how bad he wants to. 

He makes a quick glance from left to right of either side of the alley, like it’s not too late to get out of this situation if someone was to catch the both of you.

He grabs your waist a little too tightly as he pushes his cock inside you.

You both groan out in sync.

He fills you to the base as he stalls his movements, feeling your walls contract around him to fit him inside you.

A quick kiss to your neck, that had already started to sweat a little, he pulls out of you just as slowly as he went in.

You want to push your ass outwards, not wanting him to leave you but you’re quickly taken by surprise as thrusts hard back inside you.

You moan out loud as you feel a hand of his grab you by the back of your neck.

“Shhh doll” he tells you as he jerks his hips up, pushing deeper.

You bite your lip as you know you have to be a lot quieter than you’re being right now.

“This…” he plants a kiss on your cheek as he starts to talk to you “is going…to be hard” he kisses your neck again “and fast…” his kisses become tiny nips at your skin “I’m going to need you to be very…” he trails his mouth down your neck “very… quiet for me ok?” He brings his gaze back up to yours “can you do that for me?” 

You bite your lip as all you could do in answer was to nod your head slightly.

You knew how hard he could go, you literally broke the camp bed you had both been fucking on a couple of nights before.

That was a difficult one to explain to the team.

“That’s my girl” he says to you as he kisses you

 hard once more.

Your lips are almost swollen by the time he’s finished and pulls away.

He adjusts his stance a little, pulling your hips out a bit further away from the wall so he can angle himself better.

You take a deep breath as you lean your head against your arm that was holding you up on the wall, balling your hand into a fist after that first deep thrust he gave you, wishing you could cry out.

He lands a slap to the flesh of your ass before picking up his pace.

The noise of his skin against yours was heavenly.

You honestly couldn’t care if someone else could hear this right now.

His pace was something else.

You don’t think you’ve ever been fucked this fast. You don’t think any one can fuck you this fast ever again.

The brutal force from his hips was causing your whole body to move alongside his.

If he wasn’t gripping so tightly onto you, you’re sure you would have been fucked into the wall rather than up against it. 

The movements were causing your arm to drag up and down the wall, the sting of the bricks biting at your skin, grazes forming across it.

You’re sure you can taste blood also as you bite harder into your own lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

And you just know the imprint from his hands are going to be left behind for a few days.

But you can’t feel any of that, you feel only him.

The way he’s reaching so deep inside you.

The way he’s holding onto you, like he never wants to let go.

The way he’s also struggling to keep quiet as your cunt grips him so perfectly.

You start to see stars as you’re sure he’s close also.

His hips start to falter their movements as his hands move away from yours, trying to grab at the flesh of your ass instead, as well as pulling on your hair to steady himself.

You want him to finish, you want to feel that familiar feeling of filling you up with his come but you also don’t want this to end.

You know it’ll only be a few more days, hell, could even be tomorrow night that you next see him but you still want to milk every moment with the commander.

“Fuuuuck” he makes one last stifled moan before almost collapsing against you, the whole weight of himself leaning into you causing you to almost face plant the wall. 

You laugh slightly as you’re pinned between him and the brick.

“I…Er..Bucky?” The strain of your voice causes him to come back down from his high.

“Sorry doll” he breathes out as stands up straight.

Pulling out of you as you feel his warm liquid start to drip down.

He tucks himself back into his combats as you can barely stay stood on your feet right now.

Turning round so you can lean your back up against the wall to better balance yourself whilst you pull your leggings up.

You notice him just staring at you as you try to catch your breath back.

“What?” You barley whisper out, feeling like the air had been fucked out of your lungs. 

“How you going to haul your ass back up that trellis?” He asks you, grinning from ear to ear.

“Ha..You can always carry me up?” you manage to say as he laughs.

#bucky barns x reader #over18 #smut #warnings #marvel #super soldier

[bobattef]

in the shadows.

“You still here miss y/n?” The office security guard lightly tapping on your desk causes you to glance up from your computer.

“Oh hey Lars” you smiled tiredly.

“Yeah just finishing up a few bits then I’ll be out”

He just nods politely as he walks away, continuing on one of his routine walks of the building.

You glance up at the timer ticking above you, a little surprised.

Everyone else had clocked out around the sound of the klaxon that would signal an end of the work day.

But there’s you, some time later still, uploading word vomit into your research files.

You yawn quite loudly as you click save and close down your computer.

Tucking your chair back under the desk like you always would.

You grab your coat off the office peg, checking your communication box for any messages, sighing out loud when there’s no new notifications.

Switching the floors light off, you close the lid of the clocking out machine slowly, adding the extra time up in your head.

It’s so dark in the corridors behind you as you squint your eyes into the now shrouded walkway.

*why does Larsy do his nighttime checks in the dark* you shudder to yourself as you pull a small torch-pen out, pressing the button to help eliminate the way to the main doors.

You hadn’t been working in the TVA vaults for long.

Time definitely worked differently here but you knew you had clocked in and back out again a total of 164 times so must be about 5 months now?

You were working your way up to a promotion at the moment, hence the later clocking out time stamps compared to your associates.

“I’m gone now Lars…Goodnight” you shout out as you walked past the security desk at the front of the building.

You were almost out the main glassed doors before you realised he hadn’t shouted his goodbyes back.

You turn around, staring back at the un manned desk you hadn’t spotted a few moments ago.

“Lars?” You call out as you see his empty chair being illuminated by the many tv screens he had on throughout his shift.

Walking slowly back towards it now, you take a small pocket knife out of your coat, flicking the blade open.

You’ve always carried protection on you, often being laughed at by your work colleagues after being told there was never a threat here at the TVA.

Yet here you were, about to use it on anyone and everyone who would be jumping out on you tonight.

As you step past the opening of the table, you spot a pair of shoes sticking out from behind the chair.

“Lars!!” You almost screech as you drop your knife in panic and rush over to where he was laid on the ground. 

You couldn’t see much in the dim light but he was definitely unconscious, you search for a pulse and feel relief wash over you when you find one.

“Lars…” you gently call out his name.

“Hey…Larsy!” You say louder now as you slightly shake his shoulder.

“He cant answer you” the deep voice from behind causes you to spin round in panic.

Standing before you was a tall man, wearing a dark suit made up of different kinds of green and black shades.

You worked your line of vision upwards for what seemed like ages before setting your eyes on his.

They were looking deeply into yours, like you were prey.

You glance slightly to your left, catching where you had dropped your pocket knife on the ground earlier.

As you lunge towards it, the mysterious man seems to guess your movement and kicks out, your knife goes skimming across the tiled floor.

“Wha…what did you do to…?” You can’t even finish your sentence before he steps closer to you now. Grabbing you by the collar of your work shirt, he pulls you up to your feet with no effort at all.

You struggle against his grasp as you can feel him start to lift you into the air, your feet dangling, trying to find some sort of surface to land on.

He tilts his head slightly as he tries to work you out.

You weren’t wearing the same armour as the security guard that was passed out beneath him. 

You simply looked like an analyst or office book worm of some sort as he runs his eyes over your brown blouse and skirt.

You stop trying to fight him as you can feel his eyes on you, raking your body as you feel your cheeks heat up slightly.

*what is wrong with you* you think internally.

*this..stranger has you by the scruff of the neck, after taking out one of your security guards and the only thing you could think of was how close he was to you, the size of his hands as he held onto you, the darkness that pooled in his eyes as he stared down at you*

“Who are you?” He simply stated as he could see you were having an internal conversation with your self.

“I…I er…” you swallowed as your throat felt dry.

He raised his eyebrows at you stuttering.

“My…name is y/n…” you tell him as he focuses on your lips moving “and er, I’m a strategist” you add on as you start to cough with the restricting hold the man had on your neck.

“A strategist?” He repeated doubtfully.

You had no further words than to nod. You were sure you would either pass out or be sick if you tried to move your voice box.

“Then what’s with the weapon?” The man asked you as you stared back at him confused.

“The knife” he snaps as he can tell you weren’t keeping up with him. 

“Protection” you splutter out as he lowers you down slowly, releasing the tightness round your neck a little. 

“From?” He asked, genuinely as he drops his hands from you completely.

“People taking out my security guards” you reply back as he chuckles at your quick wit.

“What are you even doing here?” The man asks you as he wonders where you came from.

He had scoped the place out a few times yet he’s never had another in this particular building apart from the one security guard.

“What..what are you doing here?” You ask him his own question as he raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Escaping” he smirked as he pointed at you to answer him now. 

“Working” you say to him as if it was the most obvious thing to say.

“At this time….alone?” He asks as his mouth curls up into a half smile.

You just shrug.

Your feelings of being scared of the man were dropping by the minute.

You no longer saw this menacing being as a threat the more he spoke to you.

“Well I’d love to stay and finish this, riveting conversation but…” the sarcasm seems to ooze out of his voice as he starts to walk away from you now.

“What about Lars??” You blurt out.

He turns on the spot “what about him?” He shrugs.

“Is he going to be ok??” The concern in your voice alleviates it slightly.

He sighs out as if you were supposed to fully understand.

“He’ll be fine” he tells you “…its a temporary thing. Just think of it as…dreaming” he smirks.

You look between him and Lars now, you shouldn’t believe a word this man says to you yet you do.

You stand at the desk whilst you watch him stalk down the corridors towards your labs.

Disappearing into the shadows.

You finally manage to regulate your breathing as you grab your pocket knife from the floor and think about how to move Lars into a more comfortable position.

But your heart rate is sent rocketing once more as the TVA alarms blare out through the sound system above you.

Your hands fly up to cover your ears as you rush round to the tv screens.

Scanning the many different rooms they project back for the cause of the alarm.

Sure enough, it’s the mysterious man that was now stood in front of the TVA time pad vault.

The room being lit up under the red flashing lights as the alarm almost mimics the movement of them. 

You press a few buttons on the keyboard that was in front of you.

Sighing out loud as the alarms come to an abrupt stop, leaving behind a slight ringing in your ears.

You weren’t trained as a security guard but you had read the TVA guidebook to almost everything so knew certain access codes or in this case, control codes.

You slump back on the large swivel chair Lars must of sat on before being taken out unexpectedly. 

You didn’t realise you had closed your eyes until you feel them fly open at the voice stood in front of you now.

It was the man again.

This time instead of a cheeky smile on his face, his eyes were narrowed as he frowned.

“Just a strategist hmm?” He snaps at you as you look back at him puzzled.

“How did you disable the security system??” He asks you as you realise what he meant from his comments.

It definitely wasn’t common knowledge how to over ride the alarms and you had known the security guard by his first name.

He steps behind the desk once more as you stay frozen to the chair.

You definitely relaxed around him a few moments ago but now you felt a little scared by the way he was towering over you.

“Please…I erm…I just” your voice waivers as see something glint in the mysterious man’s eye.

He’s lived his life making people afraid of him.

He had great joy knowing others were scared of his presence but when he saw that familiar look of fear in your eyes he didn’t have the normal gloating feeling like before.

This was weird. 

Felt deep in the pit of his stomach.

“Hmm” he mumbled as he leans towards you, shaking off the uncomfortable senses.

Your words have escaped your mouth, you had no thoughts as you didn’t know how to explain anything right now.

“I need you” he simply states as you’re taken a back.

“You do?” You ask him, confused at his choice of words.

He exhales a breath out as he knows he doesn’t have the time to explain anything right now so instead he just grabs you by the arm and marches you both down the dark corridor.

Your little legs struggling to keep up with his larger strides.

“Open it” he barks at you as you stand before the time pad vault.

You furrow your eyebrows at him “what for?”

He looks at you as if you were speaking another language.

He didn’t like the fact he had scared you earlier at the security desk but you were wasting valuable time right now.

He definitely needs your help so must remain calm as to get you to comply but your stupid questions grind on him.

“Open it…please” he presses his lips together on the please, you watch as his jaw clenches.

You stare blankly at him.

Why does he want a vault unlocked of time pads when you can just use yours?

“You’re after a time pad?” You ask him trying to clear up the confusion.

He feels like shaking you out of frustration.

You gulp as you can clearly see you’re annoying him.

“Just use mine…” you quietly say to him pulling it out from your TVA issued coat.

“I…” he goes to tell you once more to open the damned door but as his eyes land on the time pad you had in your outstretched hand he’s silenced.

“You have a time pad??” He almost shouts.

“Yeah” you shrug “all strategists do…it’s what we work on” now it’s your turn to act like he’s speaking another language.

Everyone here knew both hunter pack leaders and strategists held the time pads.

He took the device from your hand a little too quickly.

Tapping away on it at speed whilst you stood there watching him.

He flickers his eyes up to yours.

You avoid his stare awkwardly as his eyes start to lose that look of urgency he had before.

As he was just about to press the button to open up a time jump, the door to the vault room is blown apart, causing you to duck in fright as the debris cloud of dust dances around you.

“Hands up!”

“Stay where you are!” 

“Drop the time pad Loki!!”

The booming voices of 4 hunters are shouting all kinds of directions to you as you freeze in shock.

You go to turn slowly round to face them as they point their time sticks at you, ready to prune.

Just before you’re able to face them fully, you’re pulled backwards by someone, thrown completely off balance you tumble, landing on something or someone with a thud.

You hear the person cough as you open your eyes, realising that you were sprawled across the chest of the mysterious man.

“Loki?!” You cry out as you try to get back on your feet.

You look around in panic to your new surroundings.

It was dark, it was quiet.

“You’re welcome” Loki says to you as he holds onto the side of your hips now.

Trying to regulate his breathing.

But with you pressed up against him, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else.

“You’re the Loki Laufeyson?” You ask the man as you look up at his face in disbelief.

Please don’t say you just helped the god of mischief escape the hunters of the TVA.

“The one and only” he says cockily as he looks down to where your blouse was straining to keep its buttons done up.

You’ve heard of this Loki variant that had been sent to be pruned by the TVA, but in a change of events that no one would talk about, he ended up helping the TVA, working with them to hunt down variants himself.

“Where are we?” you sound panicked again as you can’t seem to work out the place you were stood in.

Loki shrugs as he wasn’t sure what he typed in that device.

“Timepad Loki!” You raise your voice at him in anger.

He bucks his hips upwards as he fumbles trying to grab the time pad that was tucked safely in his back pocket.

The movement causes your cheeks to heat a little as you can definitely feel something underneath your TVA issued skirt.

He goes to hand it over but stops mid way, why were you so annoyed with him, he literally just saved you from the pruning by the TVA.

Reluctantly, he hands it over as you sit up now, each one of your legs straddling his waist.

His eyes widen at the new position you’re both in as your skirt rides up past your thighs but you don’t notice the look on his face as you focus on the time pad. 

The device beeps twice as the light dims away from the cracked screen. 

“No!!” You sounded horrified so Loki looks up at you for answers.

“The batteries gone” You barely whisper out.

With the time pad having no power, there was no way to open up another time jump door, no way to choose a different time line, no way to escape.

“You gave me a dead time pad?!” It’s his turn to sound annoyed.

“Fuck!!” You curse out as Loki looks at you, surprised at the tone of your voice.

“Now what?!” You ask the darkness surrounding you.

You feel Loki twitch under you.

You were so caught up in trying to find an alternative escape route that you didn’t clock the compromising position you were in right now.

Loki leans up on his elbows, edging his face closer to yours.

You hardly get a chance to ask him what he was doing before you feel his lips being pressed against yours.

You don’t seem to have any control as you groan into his mouth, the sound causes him to kiss you harder.

He snakes a hand behind the back of your head, almost holding onto you as his tongue now joins his assault on your mouth.

You feel like you’re going to lose your breath as you’re pulled towards him.

He doesn’t break the kiss, you’ve never had a  man’s lips be on yours with this much urgency. 

Another moan leaving your mouth causes the god of mischief to dig his other hand into the flesh at your hips.

It seems like you don’t want an inch of thought as you start to grind on him, his hardness pressing against the fabric of your skirt.

You feel his hands on you, roaming your body.

The one that was gripping the back of your head so tightly moves down past your chest.

Teasing your hardened nipples that had started to show through your shirt now.

The other hands slip underneath the fabric of your skirt, the feel of his skin on yours causes you to take a deep breath in anticipation.

Just as his fingers started to stroke the now dampened lace of your underwear, you almost jump out of your own skin as you hear the distance shouts of others.

“Fuck! no!!” Loki curses now as he knows he has to stop what he was doing.

You almost froze to the spot, trying to figure out what to do but Loki springs into action.

He lifts you up effortlessly as he stands from the floor, panting slightly from your make out session.

He grabs hold of you under your arm as he starts to run down a corridor, hopefully in the opposite way of the hunters. 

His grip tightens on you as he starts to work out what to do, where to go.

He kicks open another door, shoving you inside.

He steps in after you, whilst slowly shutting the door behind him. 

“Loki…” you drop your voice down quieter to him as he stands in front of you now, his height allowing him to lean over you to press one ear on the metal listening out.

“Not know” he snaps at you. Trying to strain his hearing to reach further.

You go to answer him back but he places a hand over your mouth, stopping you in your tracks.

You hear the footsteps of people run past the door you were hidden behind as your eyes widen in shock at how close you were just now at being found.

You can feel your heart beating against your chest as fear strikes you yet again this evening.

Your eyes search the darkness for the face of Loki.

Still stood just before you, his hand not moving an inch from its grip across your face.

You can almost hear his quicken breaths also, feel his shallow breathing as his whole body is  pressed up against yours.

Your thoughts start running back to what you were doing just a few moments ago.

You lick your lips slightly behind that large hand of his as he tenses slightly, flexing the muscles in his arm that was still pinned one side of your head.

It’s as if he could read your mind as he casts his eyes downwards on you.

You so wish you could see his face.

It was too dark inside this cupboard type place he had chosen to hide you both in.

“We really mustn’t” Loki whispers to you as you look at him puzzled.

You go to say something but the hand over your mouth muffles your words.

“What?” Loki says a little too loudly as he removes his hand now.

“I said…” you hushed at him.

“I didn’t say anything” 

“What?!” He looks at you with confusion.

“Oh for fucks sake” you sigh out.

“Is that all the language you speak in?” Loki tuts at you “…profanities?” 

You glare at him.

Considering your situation right now, the fact that you’re adding a few swear words into your vocabulary surely isn’t the worse part?!

You feel his smile through the kiss he lands on your lips.

He wastes no time to match the same urgent pace he had been kissing you before.

Before you were so rudely interrupted .

The force of him causes your head to hit off the back of the door you were pinned up against.

The noise causing you both to stop for a few seconds before he nips your bottom lip lightly, giving the all clear.

He pushes his knee up to your centre, the sudden pressure there causes you to gasp into his mouth.

Your hands make their way to his hair, wrapping your fingers around a few strands you tug on them.

“Fuck” he rasps, the humming of his voice vibrating on your lips.

Grabbing one your legs under your thigh he lifts it up, you instinctively wrap it around the back of his waist.

Feeling his hardness push up against you where his knee once was, turns something inside you and you find yourself begging him for more. 

“So needy” Loki whispers now as he breaks the kiss.

You’d pout if you could see you.

He chooses this time mocking you, to undo the belt he had on, pulling down on his leathers, his cock throbbing as it strains against the fabric. 

You try to wiggle up your skirt now, it puts up a protest as it clung to the leg that was wrapped around Loki’s waist.

The god of mischief seems to sense your struggle as he drops the hold he still had on your thigh, pulls your skirt up to your waist in one quick moment and then returns his hand to place your leg back to where it was.

His move being lightning quick, you were impressed.

He kisses you once more as he frees his cock, he trails the tip over the lace of your underwear as you unconsciously Buck your hips up towards him. 

He flattens his palm on the door behind you, steadying himself as he pulls your underwear to one side, his fingers tease your folds as you can’t seem to concentrate on the kiss anymore.

Parting your lips slightly, he presses his cock up to your entrance.

Stalling for a moment as if he wanted to make sure you fully wanted this.

“Loki…please” you whine as he leans into you. 

Pushing inside you, his cock being swallowed almost to the base.

He quickly covers your mouth once more with his hand as you moan loudly into his palm.

He knew you would make a sound as he breathes through the urges to come right there and then.

After a few seconds he starts to rock his hips into you, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back, deep inside.

The tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again.

You want to be vocal, you want to tell him just how good he was at fucking you up against this door but you hold your self back.

Imagine being caught this way.

His hand cups your ass as he quickens his pace.

Digging his fingers into your flesh, you know there will be marks left there.

He grunts as he feels your cunt pulsate around him.

You were going to make him come a lot quicker than he had wanted to.

He wants to fuck you forever he thinks to himself  as his movements start to falter.

He tries his best to hold on but the way you were gripping onto him was overwhelming.

It felt like you were made for him and him only as your bodies moulded together inside that small storage cupboard.

You were starting to see stars, you felt Loki’s pace become sloppy as your body was rocked up against that door harder and harder.

You didn’t even care if you were heard now as the sensations you were feeling were too good to even think about stopping.

“Loki….” You whisper out to him as he didn’t even realise he had dropped his hand from your mouth.

He had a hold of both sides of your hips now, holding you in place as he pushed deeper and deeper inside.

He panicked slightly when he thought you had a been a bit too loud so without thinking how you would react, he conjures up his shadows.

The irises of his eyes flashing green as you widen yours in surprise.

‘Is he using his sorcery?’ You think to yourself as you feel a hand move over your mouth once more.

Except this time it was a lot cooler in touch.

The same cool touch you feel trailing down your body, from your neck, across your chest and then down to your most sensitive area.

Your brain working over load as it tried to work out what was happening right now. 

Loki’s hands were definitely on you, gripping onto the curves of your hips as his cock still pumped in and out of you.

But these extra touches were hard to decipher.

Like someone else was in this cupboard with you but it couldn’t be possible.

You go to ask him what was happening, what was causing this weird sensation of being touched by another but your thoughts are cut off when you feel the cooler touch move over your clit.

You jerk against the door as the colder temperatures felt so good rubbing over your bundle of nerves.

Loki is in his element as he wishes he could see your face contort in pleasure.

The noises he was hearing, being muffled behind his shadows hand of course, sounded delicious.

You were losing your mind as he put more pressure on your clit as he could feel himself getting closer also.

That familiar feeling starting to knot in your stomach.

The mixture of being fucked so deeply up against that door whilst the pace Loki was moving across your clit was picking up, you weren’t going to last much longer.

You want to scream his name as you come. 

It was increasingly hard not to but you couldn’t, for one the shadow clamping over your face wasn’t letting up plus the situation of still being on the run by those TVA hunters scared you into a more quieter groan as you came around Loki’s cock.

The noises inside that small confinement is something he wants to remember forever as the gushing from you sends him over the edge, falling against the door in exhausted bliss.

You both are panting now as you come down from your highs, the cooler touches of Loki’s shadows have gone. The warmth radiating from the both of you are all you can feel now.

He leans his forehead against yours as his eyes remain closed.

He hopes he hadn’t scared you with his shadow play.

“You good?” He asks you, his voice raspy from trying to catch his breath.

“All good” you finally manage to answer him as your place your leg back on the ground, a little shakily.

“Who?…what was that” you ask him as he gently straightens your skirt from being bunched up at your waist.

He just smiles in the darkness.

“All me” he tells you as he grabs you under the chin.

He places a kiss lightly on your lips now as he feels they were swollen slightly.

“Ha” you breathe out.

You had heard stories circulating your offices of this Loki - God of mischief - having magical powers but you would have never believed those powers were to be used on you in such a way.

“Loki…” you whisper out to the dark at him.

“Mmm?” He replies, still lost in the moment.

“How are we getting out of here” you sounded worried as the cloud you were riding on starts to land back on reality.

“I do believe the coast is clearer the longer we are inside this cupboard” he answers you.

You start to chew your lip with worry as you think.

“We’d just have to bide our time better?” Loki smiles now as he can see you were concerned “I’m sure we can think of something to do whilst waiting?” 

“Only if your shadows come out to play again” you laugh, suddenly feeling safe with the god stood before you.

#warnings #over18 #smut #pov #loki x reader #tva loki #shadow play #marvel

[bobattef]

On the run

*fuck*

You managed to rasp out whilst trying to catch a breath.

Your heart is beating so fast you can feel it thrashing inside your rib cage.

The blood rush being so intense, it’s almost making you dizzy.

Your throat is aching as you’re sucking in another desperate gasp of air to fill your lungs, you can almost feel them stinging with it.

But you need to carry on.

With your legs feeling like jelly, you push off the large dumpster bin you had hid behind for this 2 seconds of rest.

The muscles in your calves practically crying out for you to stop but can’t.

Not when he’s so close. 

Just a little more, you try to promise yourself.

A little bit further into the city, you can hide somewhere amongst the hustle and bustle perhaps?

But your short moment of tasting freedom gets ripped away from you as you feel a large hand wrapping around the back of your neck.

*No!* 

You want to cry out as your whole body gets slammed to the ground, but your voice has been too strained.

Now laying on the cold concrete floor, your eyes are closed tight.

You don’t want to look upwards, you don’t want your eyes to confirm to the rest of your mind and body that you’ve been caught.

But you know there’s no use.

It’s him.

You hear that low rumble of his approval coming deep from his throat as he was stood over you now.

Fluttering your eyes open all you can see is his large frame towering above you now, head down as his own eyes are on you, his prey.

You’re sure he is smirking by the fine lines on the corner of his eyes appearing.

Them being the only part of his face you can see, doesn’t give you much choice as to where your gaze is laid upon.

Wearing his iconic black mask, with it obscuring his mouth and nose from you.

The sides wrapping around the back of his head where his long, black locks of hair hang loosely around the frame of his face. 

‘Я нашел теat* (I found you)

The winter soldier breathes out.

You don’t have time to answer him back, you don’t have time to even think before he balls his fist into your hair.

The stinging at the base of your neck adds to the many other aches and pains your body is feeling right now as he pulls you up onto your feet in one swift movement.

Your feet barely touch the ground before he’s shoving you once more, manhandling you like you’re nothing to him.

You feel the cool brick of the wall in front of you come crashing into the side of your face.

You curse out loud again as the pain seers through your cheek bone.

*mother fuck…!*

But the wind you use to speak is knocked out of your lungs as you feel the super soldier push his whole body against yours, flattening you against the bricks.

*you thought you could run?* he snaps at you in English this time, his accent heavy on his words. 

You can’t answer him even if you wanted to.

* ты моя* (you’re mine)

His voice is mumbled slightly underneath his mask but you hear him loud and clear.

Your body tenses up as you feel his hand move downwards to pull at your waistband.

You try to struggle away, try to get some sort of leverage to get him off you but it doesn’t make a difference.

Only needing to use one hand to hold both your wrists in place behind you, he uses the other to undo the belt on his combats.

*no!* you shout at him as you manage to kick one leg out at his.

Letting go of his belt, he grabs at your hair as he pushes your face further into the wall.

Your face stings as it grazes against it.

You really are pinned in place now as the whole of his body weight pushes against you, you can feel the hardness of his cock digging into the small of your back. 

*you are mine* he’s so close to your ear you can feel the fabric of his mask on your skin.

*no* you almost have to choke out your words as you feel your rib cage getting crushed between the wall and him. 

*no?* he almost taunts you back with the tone of voice he uses.

*you are моя миссия…my mission* he switches from Russian to English now.

You can only manage to shake your head as you try to argue back

*and I am yours* you feel his cock twitch as he says those words to you.

*we both know what needs to be done* he continues to lean into you, trying to get you to understand there is no negotiating here.

You hear the metal clink of his belt once more as he managed to undo it now, pulling down the zipper and freeing himself.

Your eyes widen as the cool metal of his vibranum arm snakes around your waist.

You can feel the goosebumps spreading across yourself as he pulls the shirt you had on up to above your waist.

You try to push off the wall but you barely move under his vice like grip.

He slides your trousers, that were now scuffed and filthy from running through the woods earlier, down with ease.

Rubbing the flesh of your ass that is now exposed to him, he hooks two fingers round the small bit of lace fabric covering your most venerable area.

Moving your underwear out of the way he teases you with his fingers, pushing gently through your folds, curling them upwards slightly.

You shuffle on your feet as you feel your walls contract around his fingers, he lets out a small chuckle.

*ты мокрый* (you’re wet) 

You feel betrayed by your own body.

You were just running for your life from this man.

You knew Hydra’s sick and twisted plan for you both so had to get out quickly.

Almost ending your life on this escape plan you had as you refused to become bred by the super soldier. 

And now you are pinned against the wall down some dark alley in the city somewhere, with no one to help you yet you’re getting turned on by his actions.

*fuck you* you almost spit out at him as he pushes his fingers deeper inside you.

*I intend to* he whispers back to you as he pushes his cock towards you, the tip almost meeting where his fingers were.

You don’t mean to whine out loud when the solider pulls his hand away from your now aching cunt and replaces it with the head of his cock.

You don’t want to enjoy this.

You shouldn’t be enjoying this but he feels heavenly as he enters you slowly.

Adjusting to his size you push your ass out towards him, you feel like you have no control over your own body.

A low rumble comes from the super soldier as he makes it all the way to the base, your cunt swallowing him happily.

*I’m going to fuck you y/n* he rasps into your ear.

*I’m going to claim you as my own* he tells you as he wraps a hand around the back of your neck whilst the other grips you at your hip.

His fingers dig into the flesh of there as he slowly pulls out of you.

You surprise yourself by missing the fullness feeling you had with him inside you but it’s short lived as he suddenly slams back into you, letting out a groan as he does so.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust with this one as he starts his brutal force on you.

Each thrust of his hips getting harder as he seems to focus on one thing only.

To fill you up.

#over18 #smut #warnings #injuries #winter soldier #bucky barnes #swear words

[bobattef]

I don’t need a baby sitter:

Storming up the stairs and slamming your bedroom door shut (so loudly that the walls shook) probably wasn’t the best way to prove to your dad that you were a grown ass woman but hey, he needed to know just how annoyed you were at him.

Being the daughter of ‘the’ Tony Stark definitely had its perks, what 20 year old had their own fleet of cars for one?

But it also came at a price, and not the legal tender type price.

You were only introduced to your father 3 years prior.

At 16, you were kicked out of the American adoptive system for now you were classed as an adult.

And it was only by pure desperation did you seek out your real parents, you thought you hit the jackpot when you matched your DNA with a billionaire.

Fast forward a few years and you had well and truly established yourself in this life of the fast living.

You had attended parties on top of parties.

Rubbed shoulders with real life superhero’s, one’s from even out of this world.

You also had a fair few arguments with actual government personnel and once was escorted out of the White House.

Still, the massive falling out you had with your Dad that particular day would be nothing compared to this one you were about to have as just…13 minutes ago, you had been told you will be given a personal bodyguard.

Yes, your Dad may have said body guard but you translated it to ‘babysitter’.

And at 20 years of age, who would possibly want a babysitter?!

Morgan doesn’t even have one for gods sake!

“She’ll calm down soon” Tony sighs out loud.

Pepper smiles weakly as she strokes Morgan’s hair.

“Do you think it will be any easier when this little one is her age?” She asks him but doesn’t really want an answer.

She knows deep down Tony feels guilty about missing out the fact he had another Daughter out there somewhere.

***

“Rise and shine starlight…” Your Dad raps on your bedroom door the next morning, or more like afternoon.

“I know you’re mad at me but you can’t be so mad you’ll miss out on brownie-pancakes!” 

“Ergh!” You throw the pillow you were laid on over your head.

“I’m not a child!!” You shout out into the soft  fabric.

“I know” your Dad feels the guilt pang at him again as he remembers that he never saw you as a child.

“But who can refuse brownie-pancakes??…” 

“…I’ll be down in 5” you roll your eyes like he can hear them!

You thought about getting showered and dressed before going downstairs (it was gone noon after all) but the promise of sweet treats for breakfast were too good to miss out on.

Throwing some slacks and a hoodie on, you make your way down stairs, hugging Morgan hello as you walk past her in the middle room.

“I didn’t make them myself so they’re good!” Your Dad says as you take a place at the breakfast bar.

There was quite a spread as you gathered a few brownie-pancakes on a plate, topped them with the whipped cream and strawberries your dad had put out whilst also pinching a few chocolate shavings for the top.

He just smiles at you as you get started on the pile of food, enjoying the silence for once.

It’s short lived though, as you hear the clicking of Pepper’s heels along the corridor over the sound of her speaking quietly, is she on the phone? 

“Ah, glad you could make it Cap” Your dad looks up, past you sitting at the breakfast bar and towards the 2 men now entering the kitchen.

You freeze on the spot.

You weren’t expecting guests, hence the choice of relaxed attire you had on so are hugely embarrassed anyways but the fact that it was THE Captain America was 10 times worse!

You’ve met him a few times at parties, but that’s when you were done up to the 9’s. 

You’d never come close to being with him of course but that never stopped you flirting outrageously with him at every chance.

One, he was ridiculously handsome and two, you knew it would piss your Dad off to no end to see you giggling and grabbing the arm of his Avenger team mate.

He definitely didn’t have anything to worry about now though as you’re sure when Steve sees you dressed the way you are with no make up on, he’ll never look at you twice again!

“Morning girls” the heavenly voice of his rings around the room as Morgan squeals whilst saying her hello back.

You haven’t turned around yet.

Hopefully your Dad and Cap and whoever else it is will go off to the offices for the business it was that had him here.

“Good morning Y/N?” Steve says to you as you pop your hoodie on over your head, at least trying to hide your look of homelessness. 

“Mmm, Morning” you quickly speak up, still not facing him in the doorway.

Your Dad laughs.

He knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s loving every minute of it.

Maybe now you’ll leave his team mate alone at parties?

“Y/N?” He sounds so innocent as you glare back at him from underneath your hood.

“This is the bodyguard I was telling you about…” he smirks at you again.

You are fuming.

Not only did you point blank refuse his idea of having a personal bodyguard but not even 24 hours later, he’s brought someone in for you to meet whilst you’re looking like a hobo!!

“I don’t need a baby sitter” you say to him through gritted teeth but it soon disappears as you hear Steve’s laughter from behind.

“He’s not a babysitter y/n” he says walking over to you, (oh no!) 

“Your Dad’s right, you need protection,  24/7 protection and when we’re not around, then…”he’s in front of you now as you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Smiling as you turning pink he carries on “…then Bucky will be there for you if and when you need it” 

Your heart sinks at his words.

Did you even hear him right.

Bucky will be here?

Bucky Barnes?!

You turn your head towards the doorway, forgetting about the state of your face, needing your eyes to confirm for your ears.

And sure enough, there he is, taking up the whole frame of the doorway pretty much, it’s the winter soldier.

***

You had met Steve’s old war pal a handful of times before today.

He didn’t really like the whole ‘Stark Party’ vibes you had most weekends and he rarely hung with the others around the compound much.

He would sometimes acknowledge you when Steve would say hi or bye but that’s about as far as interactions have been between you both. 

So you have no idea why your Dad thought the ex Hydra assassin would be the best pick of the bunch to be your bodyguard.

You had yet another argument with him about it, this time with Cap and Bucky stood there in the kitchen to witness it.

You were being a massive brat but you didn’t care.

You had to get your point across but it, once again, fell on deaf ears as just 3 days later you were left alone in the compound with your new security.

It had been exactly 4 hours and 37 minutes since you watched the Quinjet pull out of the landing bay with the Avengers on board.

Off out on some pissy little mission in the Middle East somewhere, you kept your best pouting face on the whole time your Dad explained himself to you.

Turning to Bucky stood just behind you, you could have sworn he sighed out loud as he turned and walked back inside.

Perhaps he wasn’t happy with this arrangement either?

Not that you could ask him.

He stayed in the kitchen whilst you were laying on the sofa, scrolling aimlessly on your phone.

A light rumble from your stomach reminded you that you had skipped breakfast this morning, too annoyed to eat! 

You practically dragged yourself up from the comfort of the lounge area, wrapping the blanket you had around your shoulders like some sort of cape.

Bucky flickered his gaze up to look at you as you walked over to the fridge.

You tried not to look his way as he was leant over the breakfast bar, his dark blue shirt showing off his vibranium arm.

The silence in the room got louder as you finished making your lunch, deciding to sit at the opposite end of the bar.

Bucky sighed, making that same exasperated sound he had done previously on the balcony today.

The noise made you look up towards him, your eyes found his staring straight at you.

Your cheeks heated slightly as you he kept his eyes on you.

“You er…” you cleared your throat “hungry?” 

You ask the Super Soldier, why was he staring at you like this??

But he doesn’t answer, instead he stands from the breakfast bar, the sound of the stool legs scrapping on the floor caused you to jump a little.

He maintains your awkward eye contact with him as walks out the kitchen, away from you.

“Ooook…” you say to yourself.

***

The next couple of days were pretty much the same, you knew the super soldier was in the compound with you whilst your Dad and the others were still out on the mission but you never found yourself in the same room as him, ever.

If you were in the kitchen, he’d wait in the lounge.

If you were in the lounge, he’d be upstairs in his room.

If you were in your room, he’d be down in the gym.

He always made sure he’d leave which ever room it was, just as you were coming in.

It was weird as hell.

You tried to smile at him as you crossed paths in the hallway or stairs but he never gave you anything back.

You started to get annoyed with him.

You weren’t happy with this arrangement, that was obvious, but why did he agree to it if he’s not even going to nod a good morning greeting once in a while.

On day 4 of no Dad or Avenger’s here, you finally snapped.

You had wanted to go and meet your bestie in town but Bucky said no.

You didn’t even ask him if you could, so you wasn’t prepared in the slightest to hear his very firm ‘no!’

“I’m sorry…did you just tell me no?” You gave Bucky a chance to change his answer, rewrite his little script of this conversation but he wasn’t budging.

“You’re not going” he said to you as he turned to walk away but you step in front of him.

This is the most words he’s ever said to you and yet they aren’t what you want to hear.

“I don’t think you can…” you try to argue your point but he cuts in.

“Your Dad said I’m in charge whilst he’s gone” Bucky snaps at you.

“But, I…” the way he’s glaring down at you makes you stutter, what is his problem??

“But nothing” he simply states, walking around where you had been standing he goes back into the lounge. 

You stand there for a few more seconds.

Trying to take in what had just happened.

Did the winter soldier just ground you??

***

You were fuming.

You thought about stomping after Bucky, tell him what’s for and that he can’t speak to you like that but you were still pretty intimidated by him.

He was a trained assassin once upon a time.

So, you opted for the plan which you did best, you’d sneak out instead.

Of course you haven’t had to do this for a long time but you didn’t realise it would have to come to this.

You stayed in your bedroom until you knew Bucky had gone down to the gym, like he always did when you were up here.

You peeked out the crack of your door, just about catching the screen above the elevator as it dinged to say it was at the ground floor.

Perfect.

You eased out of your bedroom, closing the door ever so quietly.

I mean, he was a super soldier after all, who knew if he had super senses??

You tiptoed to the stairs, one last look to make sure the elevator was still displaying the ‘G’ for ground floor, you bolted down them, maintaining those light foot steps each time.

You stepped off the last one and into the reception area, your feet squealed from the rubber on the bottom of your trainers as they hit the shiny surface of the floor.

The noise startled you but you carried on running, you cleared the distance to the front entrance doors in no time, you could feel your hand starting to sweat as you reached out to grab the handle.

Twisting it frantically, it took a little longer than it should have to realise the top was bolted across.

Something you’ve hardly ever seen on this door as it’s never needed to be locked so tightly.

“Eurgh!!” You can’t keep your frustration inside as you desperately try to jump and reach the lock. 

One, two, three times it took you to outstretch your arm long enough to be able to slide the metal across but you did it.

A loud sigh escaping from your mouth as you finally go to swing the door open, almost tasting freedom, but the sound of someone clearing their throat comes from behind you.

Dread fills your body.

You know damn well whose mouth that left from.

Closing your eyes in defeat at getting caught, you drop your head down to the floor also.

“I thought I told you no” Bucky’s voice almost echoed as you both now stood in the reception area.

You could feel your body start to pump adrenaline as his words hit a nerve with you.

“You can’t tell me no” you bite back.

Staying where you are, facing the, now unlocked, door.

You put your hand back onto the handle, you got this far you might as well carry on.

What could he possibly do to stop you from leaving?

“Take your hand off that handle Doll” Bucky threatened you, you almost got annoyed all over again at the tone he had used.

Like telling a child off but the name he added at the end of his sentence took you by surprise.

“Doll?” Your inside thoughts decide to break free as you question if he meant to say that to you.

“Let go of the door” Bucky repeats himself, leaving out the pet name he previously had said.

“Or??” You pushed it a little further with him. 

Maybe because you still had your back to him, so you couldn’t see just how scary he probably looked right now. 

You gripped a little tighter on the door handle too.

You hardly heard his footsteps yet he closed the distance between you both in mere seconds. 

His breathing was suddenly very close to your neck as he stood almost flush behind you.

He reached up, leaning over you slightly as he slid the bolt back across the top of the door with ease.  

You still had hold of the handle, even though the top bolt made your action redundant, you felt like it was your only way to help prove your point.

You didn’t expect him to wrap his hand around yours that was still clutching onto the metal to pull it away.

“Just do…” the sound of him talking so close to your ear almost sent a shiver down your spine.

Why was he so scary?

“…what you’re told. For once” 

He added on that last bit through gritted teeth it sounded like.

With his hand still entwined with yours, he uses this contact to pull you round, so you were now facing him.

Your back hit the wooden paned door as you glance upwards to his face.

His eyes pierced into yours, almost trying to read what was going on behind them.

But you had nothing.

No plan, no action, no words.

#bucky x female reader #winter soldier #marvel #the avengers

[bobattef]

POV: You’re sat in the Avengers compound, discussing your civilian life compared to those around you.

(Cap, Bucky, Natasha and Wanda)

Natasha: “so y/n, what’s your body count?”

Y/N: “I’d say 3 no…4”

Wanda: “hmm, I honestly thought it would of been higher”

Y/N: “what do you mean?”

Natasha: “what I think Wanda is trying to say was, wasn’t you a little crazy, a party animal as such, back in college?

Y/N: “well, yeah but what’s that got to do with my bod…oooooh!”

They all turn to you as you realise…

Y/N: “you mean, the number of men I’ve slept with??”

Wanda: “well yeah what did you think we meant…”

Y/N: “_____”

Natasha: “y/n? Why did you say the number 4?”

Y/N: “____”

Bucky: “I think I’m in love”

#the avengers #reader pov #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #captain america

[bobattef]

Just because 🫡 🎯

#clone trooper art #starwars #bad batch #crosshair #tiktok

[bobattef]

Intoxicated.

“Y/N? Do you copy?”

Hunter’s voice cracked over the comms piece you had inside your ear but it sounded like it was further away.

Much further away.

You shook your head.

Once,

Twice,

A third time but your vision was still blurred. 

You suck in a breath but it brings no relief, only stings the inside of your lungs.

“Y/N!” You felt Wrecker’s huge arms engulf around you as he lifted you effortlessly from the ground you hadn’t realised you were sprawled over.

Everything seemed slow motion, the sounds, the sights surrounding you, the touch Wrecker had on you as he held you tightly to his chest.

It was like your brain was lagging.

You’re not sure how long it took him to carry you to the ship.

“Tech, she’s been hit” you heard the muffled voice of Wrecker’s, sounding worried as he spoke with the other Bad Batch member on board of the Marauder.

He placed you on the bed cot inside the sleeping quarters with a thud, you winced as the metal frame cooled your now burning body, despite you still wearing your armour.

“What’s wrong with her?!” Hunter and Crosshair are now by your bed side whilst Echo stays inside the cock pit.

You can feel the souring of the space shuttle as he pulls away from the greenery scenes of this planet and into the dark atmosphere of space. 

“I’m not sure” Tech answers his team leader.

They must of all looked at Tech with the same concerned look on their faces as he quickly tries to explain his confusion.

“Well what I mean is, there are no impact signs, no damage to her armour…anywhere” he sighs as his data pad scans your entire body.

“She’s obviously been hit with something” Crosshair scowls as you arch your back in discomfort once more.

“Maybe your data pad isn’t working properly?” Hunter says to Tech but keeps his eyes on you.

He doesn’t need much straining of his enhanced senses to know that your heart rate has increased alarmingly and your temperature is rising by the minute.

“Take her lid off” Crosshair tells Wrecker but your hands fly up to grab your helmet before he does.

“No…” you managed to splutter out.

“Y/N…what’s going on? What’s happening?” Hunter’s voice is laced with concern.

“Argh…” you cry out as you try to communicate to the others, you need to tell them what you’ve inhaled, what’s pumping through your blood system but the symptoms you are experiencing feel excruciating now.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your heart is almost thumping out of your chest and you can feel the sweat starting to form across your skin.

You’d love nothing more than to rip this armour off right now but you can’t expose the others.

You know the pollen may still be inside your helmet.

Which is why you need it to remain closed around your head. 

“Tech, talk to her” Hunter looks across at the smartest clone among them but he’s stumped.

The symptom list he has made were scanning the data inside his pad as fast as they can as he tries to work out what it could possibly be. 

Everything seems so overwhelming.

You feel your cheeks blush with heat as you glance at the Bad Batch members surrounding you on the bed cot right now. 

All have distinguished features that make them so different from each other, from the rest of the clones.

You scan each one of their faces, they all are very attractive in their own way.

You find yourself running your eyes over their bodies, the fine lines and curves of their muscles seem to be protruding in all the right places. 

Just wearing their blacks, they have all seem to of shredded most if not all of their armour, keen to get them off as they focus on you, on your injuries but you have none.

You know exactly what has happened.

After seeing the distinctive colouring of the pheromone ivy plants pollen being swatted out of the confines of its petals and straight up into the filter of your helmet.

Before you could even shout out to the others to warn them, you were under attack by its very quick effects, you hadn’t realised you inhaled such a large amount. 

Your thoughts come back to the room when you hear Crosshair speak “where was she laid when you got to her Wreck?”

His low rumbly voice sends shivers down your spine as you bite your lip underneath your helmet.

“Er…she was in the field. Yeah, on the grass by the end” Wrecker starts to explain as he watches you squirm once again on top of the bed.

“By the end?…” Tech repeats Wreckers words and taps his fingers in thought off the surface of the bed next to you.

Your eyes shoot to his hand, moving so elegantly as he taps and taps, your eyes start to roll back as his fingers ever so lightly graze the side of your leg.

“Can you give her anything??” Hunter steps towards Tech now, wishing him to come to a conclusion a lot faster than he seems to be going. 

“Give her what exactly?” Tech tilts his head to one side in annoyance, sending your heart into a frenzy.

“When I don’t know what could possibly be wrong with her?” He sighs.

“T…Tech” your voice is barely a whisper but the clone hears you.

Leaning closer towards you, you almost have to cross your legs as you ache for some friction down there. 

“I…I…Ivy” you breathe out as you feel Hunter’s hand rest on your leg now without him realising.

Your nerves want to cry out at the touch.

Your skin screams for more of it as your brain wishes you to take this damn armour off but you can’t.

“What? Ivy?? What’s Ivy mean??” Hunter looks up at his brothers as they all exchange looks of utter despair. 

“Hmmm” you can’t seem to stifle a moan as Wrecker now places each of his large hands on either side of your head.

Causing you to look up at him through your lashes, you’re glad for the helmet to hide your eyes as you’re sure they are pooled black with lust.

Tech’s data pad beeps as it warns him your body temperature is reaching scary heights.

“We’re going to have to take her armour off!” he sternly tells the others whilst pointing out the forever rising number of your temperature. 

You can’t talk but manage to shake your head rapidly now as the feelings you’re going through start to ramp up.

“Y/N? Tell us. Tell us why we can’t take this off?” Hunter’s voice is so smooth sounding, you’re wondering if it’s always been that way or you’re just under the effects of this damn Ivy!

“It’s…its, the Ivy…” you rasp out, gripping onto the side of the frame of the bed.

“Ivy?” Crosshair repeats your words, you look over at him, wishing that someone will work out what you’re trying to say.

You don’t notice Tech’s whirlwind of a mind flying into gear.

“Pheromone Ivy?!” he shouts causing all of you to look at him.

You feel relieved he finally guessed but the soothing feeling doesn’t last long as the symptoms of said Ivy plant are still coursing though your body. 

“Pheromone Ivy?? What’s tha…oh’”  Wrecker’s brain seems to be the last one to click.

Hunter quickly moves his hand off of your leg as you almost Buck up into him, wanting the touch once more.

“What do we, er…do?” He asks Tech, his own cheeks starting to heat under the knowledge of finding out why your heart is doing flips every time he looks at you. 

“Erm…” Tech pulls his gaze away from you as he starts typing in his data pad for the flower and its cure.

“Mmmm” you try your hardest to silence your moans but these feelings are getting worse.

What you don’t realise is that although you’re in such a huge discomfort right now, you’re making the prettiest sounds bounce across the walls of the Marauder, hitting each of the bad batchers eardrums so sweetly.

#smut #starwars #bad batch #clone troopers #part 1 #work in progress #over18

[bobattef]

“Is he hot or is he just…”

A clone trooper 🫠

#starwars #bad batch #tech bad batch #clone troopers

[bobattef]

He was the best guy around,

“What about the people he murdered??”

What murdaaaaaaaaa.

#bad batch #crosshair #starwars

[bobattef]

Take Cover

“Up?” You repeat the word.

“Up!” The moody clone replies back to you, his helmet boring down into your eyes. 

You sigh out loud.

“Hmm…what kind of sniper are you if you don’t seek out higher ground?” Crosshair sounds annoyed as he turns his back on you and walks towards the foot of the mountain.

That’s probably because he was annoyed.

He didn’t want you partnering up with him, he didn’t want any one to partner up with him but he must always follow orders.

It’s in his DNA.

You have no idea why the most prestigious shooter in the whole of the Galaxy would need a 2nd sniper either but you were given a task by Hunter and you had to obey.

You had been trudging through the woodland for 4 hours now, the rest of the clone force 99 members had split up to cover more ground and after reaching what looked like a dead end, the one you were paired up with suggested to move upwards.

With your weapon strapped to your back now, you start the climb. 

Slipping a few times on the rocks, you glance behind you.

You hadn’t made much distance but most definitely over 20ft of raw rock climbing, you calculate. 

Crosshair still has his feet planted on the floor, watching your every move.

You can’t tell underneath his helmet but he holds his breath every time you had missed a footing.

Cursing at how much he would have cared if you got hurt.

Finally you pull yourself up to the ledge, it’s not the peak of the mountain by miles but it levels out a fair few metres.

You barley have time to catch your breath before the moody clone is right next you once again.

“Wha…How, how did you..ergh, how did you do that so quickly?” You manage to ask him in between gasps of air.

But he just shrugs and walks past you, not even showing any signs of fatigue from his climb.

You look back towards the edge, being at a height that soars above the woodlands you notice a dark cloud moving in.

You laugh at how it reminds you of the clone you’re with right now.

 A dark and rumbling force.

“Cross?” You call out to him.

He mutters at the shortened name you call him.

“Do we have to worry about this storm coming our way?” you ask him, watching in the distance as a few licks of lightning roll across the top of the cloud. 

“If we had to worry, Hunter would tell us” he sighs out at your question.

“That’s his sorta thing” he finishes and starts to walk away from you again.

“Crosshair, come in…” Hunter’s voice cracks over your comms piece.

“Y/N? You there?” 

“Here Hunter! What’s up?” You answer him, knowing Crosshair would be eye rolling at your enthusiasm for talking to the bad batch leader. 

“I’ve checked your location on the data pad, a storm cloud is heading straight for you” he starts to explain as you turn to face Crosshair, smirking at him, knowing you were right about earlier.

“I recon in about 6, maybe 8 minutes tops, and it’ll be right over you both, can you see any where to take shelter near by?” Hunter asks you as you shrug your shoulders at Crosshair but he’s too busy scoping the side of the mountain.

“A cave opening about 1/2 a mile from us” Crosshair’s voice comes over the radio.

“We’ll check that out” he states and nods towards you to follow him.

“How long you thinking we’ll be hiding out for?” You originally ask Crosshair as your little legs try to keep up with the clones longer strides.

“25-30mins” Hunter’s the one who answers you.

***

The rain falls down like nothing you’ve witnessed before. 

It literally feels like buckets of water being chucked over you as both you and Crosshair are almost running trying to get to the cave opening.

“6-8 minutes?! What a load of bantha fodder!” Crosshair says between gritted teeth.

He’s mad most of the time but this time you understand his annoyance.

Hunter’s calculations are usually spot on but it seems it’s a few minutes off today.

Not like you can call him over the comms piece to complain!

This storm has seemed to of messed with the radio signal so all you can hear is static.

Another thunderous rumble hits right above your head.

“Argh!” You jump out of your skin.

You’re sure you hear Crosshair chuckle as he reaches the opening of the cave.

It’s a small gap but you both crouch through and almost have to crawl inside.

“Oh my stars!” You sigh out as you fall onto the floor in defeat.

Crosshair stays crouched on his feet, like he’s waiting for something.

Clicking the side of his helmet the torch lights up almost blinding you. 

“Cross!” You shout out, your arms flying up to cover your eyes.

He grunts as he looks away from you.

“Why do you insist on calling me that?” He almost spits out as he uses the light to scan the surroundings of you both. 

“Call you what?” You ask him sitting your back against one of the larger rocks inside.

But he doesn’t answer you, instead he sits down himself, happy with the quick scan of the shelter he had chosen as he cradles his sniper.

“Call you what?!” You ask him again, more snappy this time.

Maybe it’s his moodiness that’s rubbing off on your own right now or maybe it’s the fact you’re soaked through to your bones by a stupid down pour and are now sat on a cold stone floor.

“My name is Crosshair” the clone says to you

“Not Cross!” 

“Oh” you’re shocked he even answered you, you don’t exactly hold conversations with him usually.

“I didn’t realise you don’t like it?” You sound genuine.

“Now you do” he snaps.

***

You both sit there in silence opposite each other.

A few minutes pass, feeling more like hours as you try to regulate your body temperature.

It’s freezing inside this cave! 

The rain is pounding hard on the floor outside as every now and then the small covering you’re sat in gets lit up from the lightening.

You’re not even sure if your fellow sniper man is awake due to how quiet he’s being right now, not even flinching with the sound of the thunder.

It would almost be soothing if it wasn’t for the clattering of your teeth.

“You need to take it off” Crosshair’s low voice rumbles out like the thunder above.

“Hmm?” You enquire.

“Your poncho” he sighs “it’s soaked through so you’ll never get warm with it still on” 

“Take layers off to get warm?” You ask him.

“Mmm hmm” he answers, holding back another sigh of annoyance.

You raise your eyebrows at him but comply.

Pulling the strap of your rifle over your head, you want to test out this theory of his.

Your hands are shaking due to the cold now as you place your weapon on the floor beside you. 

Rocking up onto your knees to help better the angle of taking your poncho off, you can’t tell that Crosshair’s eyes are on you.

He runs them over your body as you undress, imagining what you look like underneath your blacks.

Them being merely a thin layer of fabric so it gives him something to work with inside his own head.

So thin, you’re unsure wether this idea of his will actually work.

Bringing your knees up to your chest now, you hug your legs, burying your head too, creating a ball.

“Hmm, you do seem to listen to orders then” Crosshair’s voice makes you raise your head again.

“What?” you’re unsure if you heard him right.

“You… listening to what I said. You usually always test me, my methods, my orders” he starts to explain to you.

“I thought you’d never actually listen to me”

“Hmm, maybe I would do it more often if your voice wasn’t full of sarky comments??” You bite back at him.

You’re definitely not in the mood right now.

He just chuckles lightly at your snappiness.

You don’t realise that you’ve actually managed to return some sort of warmth to your body.

Maybe it was helped by the adrenaline rush the clone gave you when he made such comments.

“Feel better?” He asks you.

But you don’t answer him.

You’re too annoyed and too tired to even talk.

“Back to not listening again already…” Crosshair says as he clicks his tongue at you.

You see red…

You hadn’t meant to, it was pure retaliation at the clones comment but you had picked up a small rock and launched it towards him, hitting the top of the helmet he still had on.

There was a few seconds of silence between you both, perhaps Crosshair was figuring out if you really did what you just did.

Your eyes were trained directly on the lenses of his helmet yet you didn’t catch just how quick he had moved.

He closes the small distance you had between yourselves in one movement, pushing you further into the rock you were propped up against.

Your back arched across its surface, the jagged coldness of it digging in as his arms pushed your own back down to your side, almost all his weight bares down on you to hold you in place.

With your arms being made redundant, you choose to kick out your feet to try to get him to let go but he places his legs either side of yours leaning up on his knees, his thighs almost crushing yours in between. 

His helmet is so close to your face right now, you can almost see it fog up under the steam from your breath.

You just bore your eyes into the lenses, hoping that he’s looking at them back, knowing just how mad he’s made you right now.

“You need to calm down” Crosshair states, breaking the silence.

You don’t say a word, as you try to buck your hips up to get him to move off of you but he clamps his legs down on your waist.

If you weren’t so worked up right now, you probably would have noticed the hardness of him wanting to push through his cod piece.

“Do as you’re told for once” he snaps at you but this time his voice sounds a little bit raspy.

His comment about your lack of compliance annoys you once more as you almost shout back at him “or what??”

He lets go of his grasp on one of your arms, using it to help him lift his helmet off to show you his face.

It’s the same scowl you’ve been accustomed to before.

However, this time his pupils are pooled black against the brown of his eyes.  

Those same eyes every single clone you had met previously are now searching yours. 

Searching yours for any signs, any clues as to whether he shouldn’t do what he was about to do. 

How long you maintain this eye contact with him, who knows but you suddenly feel the smooth warmth of the clones lips crash against your own.

Your eyes fly open wider as you’re taken a back from his move.

He’s kissing you??

Instead of pulling away from him, you surprise yourself and kiss him back.

Your eyes close as you dart your tongue out to meet his. 

A low groan comes from Crosshair as he feels relief wash over him that this wasn’t a stupid idea after all.

You’re needy with it, not realising just how much you would enjoy this.

You’ve always fought with him, always had something smart to reply to his comments on previous missions together.

He pushes your buttons a lot more than any of  the other bad batch members would.

And yet here you were, kissing each other as the rain still beat the ground right outside, as thunderous as your heart slamming against your chest right now.

You’re not sure how long you’re in this embrace but when he stops you miss it greatly.

“The rest…” Crosshair breathes as he tugs at the fabric clinging to your body.

“Take this off”

You do as you’re told by the Clone.

Slightly amused at just how quickly you follow his orders as he helps you pull the top half over your head, tossing it to one side.

He wastes no time in taking his own armour off, the noise of each piece hitting the floor is drowned out by the storm still belting down outside. 

You’re bared down to just your underwear now, shivering slightly you look up towards his face, you can see his eyes, full of lust, full of want.

You’ve never thought he tolerated you before, let alone liked you and yet here he was, looking hungrily as you stripped for him.

Grabbing you by your thighs, he pulls you towards him, carefully as your head doesn’t hit the large bolder you’re sat up against but also with enough force you can sense his urgency.

He practically pushes them apart, moving himself closer towards you he situates himself in between them.

You can definitely feel the hardness of him through that fabric of his now.

He leans his chest against yours, the ruggedness of the rock bites into the flesh at your back but you hardly feel it.

He uses his hand to grab you by the chin, causing your head to look up into his face as if he’s waiting for you to stop this at any moment.

You’re so lost in his eyes that you don’t realise where his other hand is until he’s pushing two of his fingers inside you.

Your mouth falls open a little at the stretching of your cunt and Crosshair is there to meet it with his own.

The kiss is a lot harder this time, as he starts to move his fingers in and out of you.

Curling them up towards your sweet spot as the moan you make is muffled by his mouth on yours.

“That’a girl” Crosshair whispers as he pulls away from your embrace.

He looks down to where his hand is making its assault on your cunt, choosing to circle your clit with his thumb as his fingers disappear further inside you. 

“Maker!” You moan out, not realising just how hot the moody clone looks right now as his half lidded eyes rake over your body, watching you as you squirm under his touch.

You always knew he was skilled with that trigger finger of his but this was one you thought you’d never get to find out.

“Crosshair…I’m, ah stars…I’m going to” Your breathing quickens as he gets you closer and closer to that goal.

He returns to kissing you as you feel that familiar feeling starting to build up inside you. 

His lips are on yours, trailing down your jaw and across your neck.

“Mmmaker!” you don’t mean to be so loud but you’re so close right now.

Crosshair nips your neck as he slows his pace of his fingers.

“Not yet mesh’la” He barely whispers to you but you hear him against your neck.

“Can you hold out…for me?” 

You know this is more of an order than a question, you want to shake your head at him.

Protest about being cut off from chasing your high with the help of his hand but you find yourself agreeing to his command of waiting.

He moves his kissing down towards your chest now, his fingers still inside you but barely moving as he focuses where his mouth is.

Leaving kisses, sucking lightly and even biting into your flesh.

You realise he’s marking you.

You will definitely be showing a trial of where he’s had his mouth on your skin.

Your breathing starts to return to normal but your heart feels like it’s at a hundred beats per second.

Crosshair lets go if his grasp on your face and moves downwards, pulling out of you with the other hand he snakes each hand around your ass. 

His head buried in the crook of your neck and with his lips still making their assault on you, he flips the both of you over.

You gasp at the quick manoeuvre, as his hardness strains against you.

He’s now laid on the spot you were previously as it’s your turn to straddle his thighs.

Lifting your ass up slightly he pulls his slacks down too, his cock now pushing to wards your centre.

He hooks his thumb around the small fabric of your undershorts, pulling it to one side as the tip of his cock teases your entrance.

“Sit” Crosshair breathes as he pumps himself a few times and you do as you’re told.

Spreading your legs a little further each side of his hips, you lower yourself onto him.

Letting out a slow moan as your walls start to sting with the stretch of him inside you.

“Make it fit, you can take me” He almost hisses out as he feels your cunt flutter around his length.

You manage to swallow him to the base.

He’s big but you breathe through it.

With Crosshair digging his fingers into your hips as you do so.

“Atta’ girl…” he praises you.

“Knew you could do it” 

His tone of voice paired with the words he’s saying to you makes you bite down on your own lip.

You start to roll your hips onto him, riding his cock slowly as you lean back to grab onto your own legs to steady yourself.

A few profanities leave his lips as well as some Mando’a as you speed up your movements.

You don’t realise you have your eyes shut until you feel a hand of the clone move to wrap around your neck. 

“Eyes on me” He says to you with the click of his tongue.

Moving your hands to rest on his chest now, you glance down and are glad to comply as the sight of him underneath you is one you want to remember forever.

The clones hand wrapped around your throat as you fuck yourself into him.

His eyes are on yours as you feel him baring into your soul, he’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe you are both here doing this.

You clenching around his cock right now.

His free hand grasping the side of your hip, almost guiding your movements on top of him.

“Stars!” You manage to choke out with his grip tightening on your neck.

The noises echoing around the small enclosure cause Crosshair to moan slightly whilst he  pushes himself in and out of you. 

He releases the hold he has on your throat and hips and pulls you down to lay flush against his chest.

Burying his head in between the crook of your neck, he wraps his arms around you, holding you in place as he starts to snap his hips upwards into you. 

“Mmmaker!” You cry out at the feeling of being so full with him inside you.

The brutal force of him pushing deeper and deeper makes you see stars.

“You…

can…

take…

me” 

Crosshair tells you in between thrusts.

Tears starts to pool in the sides of your eyes as you try to spread your legs a little further, try to take the whole length of him with each snap.

You’re going to be sore after this, you’re sure.

He moves a hand in between both your bodies, snaking it down towards your centre again, he settles his thumb on top of your clit, causing slight pressure on it, he starts to rub it as he doesn’t let up with his fucking.

“You’re going to do as I say…” He’s so close to your ear that goosebumps form across your skin as he speaks to you.

“Y/N…” He calls your name but you’re so lost in the different sensations he’s giving you right now.

Pulling his hand away from your cunt, you’re taken a back at just how quickly he moves to land a slap across your face. 

Your brain almost lags as it tries to work out what just happened but your eyes and ears focus on the clone laid underneath you as you hear him repeat his command from earlier.

“Listen to me…” he says to you as all you manage as an answer is a nod of your head.

“Do I say, you’re going to…” He started to explain his next course of action to you but suddenly gets cut off with both your comms channel erupting into life once again.  

“Crosshair…y/n?” Hunter’s voice sounded worried slightly.

Your eyes open widely as you gasp out in shock at the Bad Batch leaders voice suddenly in your ear.

Crosshair’s quickly moves to wrap a large hand of his over your mouth, stopping you from making a sound.

He lets out a huge sigh, as his other hand comes up to his own mouth now, mimicking a ‘shhh’ with his finger pressed against his lips.

He grabs his helmet, that was sat on the ground of this enclosure a few inches away, he places it over his head.

“Copy…” Crosshairs voice is low and raspy, probably due to being buried deep inside you but you’re sure Hunter wouldn’t even notice the difference in tone from his usual blunt answers.

“This storm had seemed to cut out our radio signal, but all seems to be back online” Hunter starts to explain as you’re sure you can hear Tech tapping away on his data pad in the background too.

“Great…” Is all the moody clone replies to his brother.

“You both still there? Taking cover?… Y/N?” He asks, his voice sounding slightly concerned for the lack of your replies. 

Crosshair glares at you from underneath his helmet.

He knows you’re going to have to answer Hunter to reassure the other members that you haven’t suddenly fallen off the end of the planet. 

Releasing his hold he has across your mouth, he uses the same hand to lift his helmet sightly over his head.

Only his mouth seems to be revealed to you as he puts a finger over his lips, curling them slightly making a ‘shh’ once more.

“Yeah Hunter…” your voice cracks a little as Crosshair pushes his hips upwards towards you in a slight panic.

The movement from him still being inside you, paired with the ache of soreness from his assault on your cunt makes those heightened senses of Hunter prick up.

“Everything ok?” He asks you.

Crosshairs hands dig deep into your flesh at your hips.

You can feel his cock twitching inside of you, begging him to continue his movements once again.

You bite your lip naturally which shoots desire across the moody clones body.

“Everything’s…ok Hunter” you manage to breathe out. 

“Just got caught off guard a bit, you know…with the storm” you quickly explain yourself, hoping his senses aren’t so tuned in to hear your panicked voice at the wrong choice of words.

“Right…well, rendezvous point still remains the same” Hunter says to you both.

“Rodger that” Crosshair exhales, wishing his brother to hang up this call soon.

“Stay safe both, I’m out” Hunter says cutting the line.

“Rodger that” you reply, wanting to tease the clone underneath you.

Hunter knows there’s something up with the both of you but his mind flies to perhaps a falling out.

He knows the way you both usually act towards each other, teetering closely on the edge of hate almost.

Not even with his gifted senses, would he ever guess the real reason why you both answered him with such exasperated tones.

“Dank Ferrick…” you sigh loudly.

You look down towards where Crosshair was laid once more, he’s slid his helmet back down over his face so you’re sure this signals an end to your shenanigans.

You go to get up, the muscles in your thighs feel like they groan at the movement.

“Uh huh…” the modulated voice of Crosshair now behind his mask, sends a shiver down your spine.

“We’re not done yet”

Your mouth falls open slightly and he bucks his hips up into you once more.

“But the others…they’re waiting for us?” your voice shakes.

“Then they’ll have to wait a little longer…won’t they?” He replies to you. 

Not giving you a chance to answer him, he snakes his arm around your waist, lifting you effortlessly as he changes position for the 3rd this afternoon.

Your back hits the cold cave floor.

The feel of it against your flesh causing you to gasp out.

“Cross!” 

He grunts as he rocks into you, spreading your thighs wider so he can push deeper. 

“That’s not my name!” His voice has almost fully returned to his normal, moody self as he digs his nails into the flesh of your ass, pulling downwards to cause scratches. 

“Aaah, I’m sorry” you cry out.

He lifts a leg up slightly so he can angle himself better.

Not acknowledging your fumbled apology, he starts to snap his hips into you with a brutal force.

“Ah, stars!” You moan out loud this time.

Expecting him to cover your mouth again but he doesn’t.

He focuses on the movement of your breasts as they bounce with each thrust of his.

He tightens the grip he has on your ass as he splays his other hand across your stomach, applying pressure there.

It’s his turn to moan out loud as he can feel himself rocking deep inside you.

Your head falls back against the stone floor, you arch your back out, pushing your chest upwards as you start to feel that familiar feeling building up inside you.

Your hands reach out towards him, trying to grab at his flesh somehow, one hand bunches up in the shirt of his blacks across his chest as the other tries to grip a hold of his hips.

You try and fail to slow him down from fucking you so hard and deep as his strength simply overpowers yours.

Your eyes are closed in pleasure as you know you can’t work out what that face of his could possibly be showing as it’s covered underneath the helmet.  

“Ah maker…I can’t…Crosshair I can’t…” You struggle to find your words right now.

This hurts but it feels so good at the same time.

“You…can” is all he manages to grunt back at you.

His movements start to turn sloppy as he knows he’s close also.

It’s like he loses all senses around him as his mind drowns out his surroundings.

He’s no longer inside this cold cave.

He can barely hear the light rain falling outside as the storm finishes up the last of its attack.

All he can see is you, as you take him with every thrust of his into you.

All he can hear is you, as profanities start to fall from those pretty lips of yours mixed with the noises of your skin coming into contact with each other over and over again.

All he can feel is you, as your cunt starts to contract its walls around his cock.

The screams that leave your lungs are what pulls him out of this lust-drunk hold you have on him as you orgasm.

You’re the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on as he watches your body writhing underneath him.

He can’t help but pull his helmet over his head once more as you barely open your eyes to realise before you feel him come crushing down on your lips. 

Crosshair kisses you feverishly as your hands fly up to grasp his face as you return the neediness.

It’s so hot that it tips him over the edge as he pumps himself into you.

You kiss him throughout, wanting to milk every last drop of his but also knowing that this is the end game.

You would have laughed your own head off if anyone had told you what exactly you’d be doing with the moody clone today.

You’ve always found each member of the clone 99 force attractive in their own, unique way but you would have never of crossed that line with any of them.

Now however you want this moment to last, you want to be promised another moment like this again.

You know attachments in this line of work are just plain stupid but you’ve never been fucked like Crosshair has just fucked you before.

Your kisses slow as he pulls out of you so gently, nothing like the brutal pace he had just given you.

You can’t help the stupid grin that grows across your face as you watch him dress himself.

You lay there a little bit longer as he attaches each part of his armour also.

You’re not sure how long you stay there but the silence starts to creep up between you both as that same smile on your face doesn’t seem to be mirroring on the clone.

“Well” you say, trying to break the silence before it grows any bigger.

“That was f…” FUN you go to finish but Crosshair finishes your sentence quickly.

Only with a word that causes your heart to drop.

“A mistake” he says not even looking at you.

Which was a good thing as you’re sure your face would have been a picture.

“A mistake??” you scoff, anger starting to bubble up inside you.

“Get dressed” he still doesn’t glance at you as he’s almost fully suited up once more.

“The others are waiting” he turns his back on you and steps outside the opening of the cave.

Just as well he didn’t look over at you as you can feel tears start to burn the corners of your eyes. 

How stupid could you be.

You honestly thought he liked you??

‘A mistake’ is what he called you. 

A mistake.

You dress yourself pretty quickly, perhaps the anger pumping through your veins helped that. 

Pulling your poncho over your head you can feel your chest start to heave as you no longer shake due to the coldness of the enclosure but because of Crosshairs comments to you.

Your fingers bite into the metal of your sniper as you grip it a little too tightly and step outside the cave.

Crosshair is stood only a few inches away, his back still facing you.

You go to step past him, you know where the rendezvous point is yourself, you don’t need him.

You can just go find the others and then perhaps drown your sorrows at some crappy bar somewhere in the town.

You don’t want him right now is the answer you give yourself.

But when he places an arm across you, his hand grazing your hip slightly as he stops you from walking away from him, your heart skips a beat.

You glance up towards him, your eyes search for his buried underneath that helmet.

You wait for that voice of his to call out over the modulator at you.

“Not a word,” but instead his voice causes you misery once again. 

“to the others. Do you understand?” 

You hope that your voice doesn’t show just how much of a blow his cruel words are giving you right now but you make yourself answer him. 

“Rodger that” you tell him as you push past his arm and start to stalk away into the distance

#bad batch #mentions of smut #star wars #crosshair #pov #warnings

[bobattef]

Tech Support:

I had to use this GiF because…well…

Hmm” you tilt your head to the side. 

Hoping the different angle will have a different outcome on your mind but it’s no good.

*Has he always been this…alluring?*

 You ask yourself.

*no, no! Don’t do this! Look what happened last time you started to show feelings for another* 

You try to talk yourself out of it, but it’s no use.

He looks scrumptious right now relaxing by the fire.

Maybe it’s his posture? 

Propping himself up on his elbows, his legs are spread casually as he gazes up at the night sky.

Your mind starts to wonder as it tries to figure out your sudden attraction to the bad batch member.

Working with Clone Force 99 hadn’t been in your list of things to do whilst you traveled through the Galaxy but here you are.

You ended up being quite the asset to them after helping them with a mission back with Cid a few weeks ago.

So tagged along for a few more.

“Y/N? are you warm enough?” Echo’s voice lures you out of your thoughts.

“Mmm hmm” you answer him, pulling your gaze away from his team mate, just as you were undressing him of his armour with your eyes.

“Come closer to the fire Y/N” Omega pipes up as you walk over to her, conveniently sat next to Tech.

He shifts slightly as you place a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself whilst you sat on the blanket Omega had dragged outside.

It was her idea to come up here, to come see the meteor shower.

You always had a duty of care for the young clone.

Being away from your own younger siblings for so long you weren’t surprised when you both latched onto each other the first time you met.

Hunter always admired that about you.

He knew you’d do anything to protect Omega.

“How much longer Tech?” Wrecker shouts out, making Tech almost jump out of his own thoughts.

He grabs his data pad, stuttering a little as you lean over towards him to catch a glimpse of the screen.

“According to the star map, we should be encountering he first of the space debris enter the atmosphere in T-minus 3 minutes” he manages to tell Wrecker as he looks over to you, locking eyes with him through his googles, you almost blush.

“Aaah I’m starving!” Wrecker exclaims as the rest of the squad roll their eyes in sync.

“Here Wreck…” you call out to him whilst rummaging through your bag slung across your chest.

Pulling out a couple of snack-crackers you toss a few over to the clone whilst slipping a few to Omega also.

“You’re the best Y/N!” Wrecker says in between chomps.

“Easily pleased” Tech sighs out and you giggle.

You haven’t giggled at anybody in a fair few rotations, are you really in that deep with Tech.

Hunter looks up at you, narrowing his eyes.

Like he does when he can sense something is coming.

*surely he can’t sense this sudden attraction at his team mate*

You think to yourself as you look away from his peering gaze.

You hear him chuckle.

*dank ferrick! He knows!*

***

The meteor shower isn’t as spectacular as you would have thought giving how excited Omega was at wanting to see it but it made her happy.

The few lights that passed directly above the 6 of you were beautiful, lighting up the ground you sat on every few minutes, you and Tech exchanging looks at one another every so often.

After about 25 minutes of straight flashes of light, it seem to of fizzled out.

“That was the last of it” Tech states to the rest of the squad.

“Good, because it’s passed someone’s bedtime!” Echo states as he stands nodding towards Omega.

“I’m not…even” *yawn* “tired yet” her little voice calls out.

She must of done it with out you realising but she’s laid her head on your lap as you drape an arm around her.

“Come on!” Hunter says to her, lifting her up from her comfy position on you, he walks over to where the Marauder was parked.

You feel the sudden loss of heat from her embrace and shiver.

“Put the fire out Tech, I don’t want to lure anyone here whilst we sleep” Hunter calls out over his shoulder.

“But Y/N’s still cold” he answers looking at you.

“I’m fine” you shrug at him but it turns to shakes as you feel the cold a little more. 

Wrecker walks over to you both sat on the blanket still and pulls it away from underneath you.

“Wrecker!!” Tech shouts at the stupid manoeuvre that caused you both to roll into each other.

But the clone just laughs out loud as he wraps it around your shoulders.

“Thanks Wreck” you manage to say to him between laughs.

He salutes you goodnight as both him and Echo follow Hunter towards the ship.

You still have your eyes on the squad walking away as Tech stands, he wipes down his armour that got slightly dusty by the ground roll.

You watch him intently as he walks over to the little bucket of water you had collected from the lake earlier.

Pouring it over the fire, it sizzles in protest but withers away eventually.

“There” he says, breaking the silence that had fallen over you both.

“Suppose we both better get to bed ourselves” Tech claps his hands together but then quickly moves them into a surrender sign.

“I mean, I didn’t mean, I’m sorry” he starts to stutter again as you stare at the clone in confusion.

“I wasn’t implying I mean, I didn’t mean to imply we should go to bed together” he starts to explain himself.

“I was just simply saying, simply stating that us, too should get to the bedroom, er bed cause of well an early start tomorrow for sure!” 

He adjusts his goggles as he finally stops talking and you erupt into laughter, you realise what he was apologising for.

“Oh Tech!” You start to slow down your chuckles

“Never change will you” you say to him as you get up from your spot by his feet.

He walks slightly behind you as you both climb the ramp into the Marauder.

“Goodnight Tech” you smile at him as he turns to face you, you think he’s going to say something to you but instead he just smiles and nods at you, disappearing behind the curtain to his sleeping quarters.

***

The next few days passed by without much interest.

You spent more time back at Cid’s, running a few errands, than with the Bad Batch lot.

You missed the mix-matched clones greatly!

Even Omega. This place was boring as raking the deserts on Tattooine without her singing and dancing around the place.

You didn’t mean to shine so much excitement on them all when they arrived back after their latest mission. 

But it didn’t last long for you noticed Tech was being held up by Wrecker as he limped in.

“What happened??” You asked, your brows furrowing as Omega ran up for a hug.

“Tech got crushed!!” she shouted.

“Crushed?!” you didn’t mean to shout back but your heart dropped.

“I’m fine” Tech sighed hating the fuss “just need a breather that’s all”

“Well hopefully not for long techy boy…” Cid piped up, “I got-a-nuva mission for you boys”

“Tech’s no good” Hunter almost grunts at Cid.

“I’m fine Hunter!” Tech protests but the man can’t even stand up without Wrecker’s support.

“It’s a little one, not too far” Cid tries to sell it to the other clones, she wants the bad batch to go on this one rather than having to risk disappointment sending another one of her cronies.

“Tech will have to stay” Echo argued back, “he’s not fit for the field” 

You almost heard the eye roll from Tech at the comments and chuckled.

“Fine, he can stay here with Y/N, she’s helping run the place whilst I’m ya know, other wise occupied” Cid says whilst slapping you across the back.

“Tech will love that!” Wrecker laughs out but quickly gets cut off by Hunter’s glare.

***

You’re not sure what to do.

You’ve helped Wrecker set Tech up in the back room at Cid’s bar before the team set off.

It’s where you lay your head when you’re not out on your travels or missions with the bad batch. 

You’ve tried offering Tech food, drink, a gaming data pad, but he’s declining it all.

You’re sure he isn’t enjoying the fuss.

In between helping serve punters at the bar to cleaning down a few booths on the floor, you take time to walk out the back to check on your favourite Clone.

Yet on this occasion he isn’t laid out on the bed where Wrecker had left him. 

“Tech??” you call out.

“Mmm…” you hear his voice mumbling from the fresher.

“Everything….ok?” you ask him, placing your ear up to the door.

“Erm..well I er, wanted a shower of some sort but ergh, never mind…I’m fine” Tech doesn’t usually find it a struggle to think of words.

“Do you need help?” you ask, your voice laced with a little bit too much of happiness at talking to him once more.

“Ha, with what? You going to scrub my back or something?” Tech answers amused.

“I can do” You answer him, secretly wishing he’ll take you up on your offer but you know he’ll just laugh you off. 

Tech doesn’t say a word and you instantly regret being so forward with him.

You go to apologise to him, you don’t want to jeopardise any friendship that was established before between you both, but he opens the fresher door instead.

You don’t mean to look him up and down, it’s such a cliche thing to do but he’s shedded most of his upper armour, only wearing his black slack shirt, that’s been rolled up at the sleeves.

He’s still in armour from his waist down.

“The trickiest part seems to be the legs” Tech says to you, his voice is a lot softer than usual.

“Your injury… on the left or right leg?” You ask him, trying to stop your heart racing right now.

“Left” he states to you as you sink down to your knees.

You’re sure he takes in a breath at the sight of you kneeling in front of him.

But you had a plan as to why you were here, and it wasn’t because of the obvious thing.

You gently pull up his injured leg, resting his foot on top of your thigh you unclip his combat boot and slide it off.

Reaching round to the back of his leg, you pull open the clasp holding his lower part of armour together as the piece almost clanging on the floor.

You then drag your hand up towards his thigh, feeling for the clip for the strap his has hugging his thighs so tightly, you notice his muscles flex under your touch.

You don’t realise you’re holding a breath at the same time he is as when you release strap you both sigh out.

Glancing up at the clone quickly, your eyes lock his as he’s been watching you intently this whole time.

A smile spreads across your face as Tech’s mouth almost falls open.

Gently placing his foot back onto the floor you switch to the other side.

Slower this time as he has to balance on the weaker foot, you repeat your movements of removing his armour pieces one after the other.

You freeze when it comes to the cod piece, if you had more confidence, you’d just grab the clone by his waistband and push him inside the fresher to have your way with him but you need to know if you can go this far.

You stay kneeling on the floor in front of him.

You gulp as you look at him back into his eyes, the reflection from the fresher light bouncing off of his googles.

“Can I?” you ask.

Tech tilts his head to the side, working out what you’re implying.

“The er…cod piece?” You’re even too shy to say the words out loud.

Tech clears his throat, nodding at you in response as he can’t seem to find his words for the second time tonight.

You un-clip the utility belt he had wrapped around his waist, the metal clinking as you do.

It almost wants to fall open, like it wants you to have access to this particular area.

You slowly pull the cod piece down, carefully so you don’t knock his already injured leg but also because you want this to send signals to him.

Yes, you offered to help him into the fresher but he’s smart, surely he knows you want more from him than just to be there for support.

Your hands are now back up to where his bottom half of his slacks meet the top half.

The bottom half lazily hanging around his hips, as the top half has ridden up slightly, exposing the v line he has.

You run your fingers alongside it, and down, almost feeling the hair there underneath the waist band.

Tech takes in a shaky breath under your touch.

He’s often thought about you, when he’s had some alone time back on the Marauder.

He’s had to stop himself moaning out your name just in case someone heard him.

The other clones are already convinced something has happened between you both.

But he’s never been brave enough to make a move on you.

You lick your lips as you glance back up wards at the clone, he’s a sight for your eyes as he’s leaning against the fresher door frame now.

One arm out stretched above his head as it’s bent at the elbow. 

His free hand starts to reach out, to cup your face but he changes his mind almost immediately out of shyness.

He’s so freaking hot standing there like this that you completely forget he’s actually injured right now.

You can’t help but flutter your eyelashes at him.

He opens his mouth, you know he’s about to say something but you’re both startled out of your thoughts running when the main door to the back is thrown open.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Hunter jokingly mimics the look of shock the both of you have now.

“Ergh…she was helping me out of my armour” Tech sounds annoyed at the intrusion.

“We can see that” Wrecker pipes up, almost roaring with laughter.

“For the fresher…” you start to explain.

But you’re still knelt in front of Tech, his armour strewn around you.

It’s not exactly painting you in a good light right now.

Echo now joins you all out back as he doesn’t say a word, you just clock his eyes widening at the strange scene he’s walked into.

“Y/N!” Omega screeches from behind Echo completely oblivious to what’s going on and runs towards you, almost knocking you over.

You both laugh as you get up onto your feet.

You’re too embarrassed to look towards Tech, so you’re unsure what he was thinking about this interruption but you get dragged passed the other members of the clone force by a hungry Omega.

Not saying a word to any of them nor making any eye contact as you’re sure your cheeks are heated.

***

The bad batch members were hungry, starved almost. 

You had cooked up a full plated meal for each of them.

Cid will definitely be displeased with the amount of food you’ve used up but you wanted to busy yourself in the kitchen to avoid any prying questions from them.

Tech has managed to join you all at the table, with the help of Wrecker, as you sit down to eat your food also.

“So” Hunter speaks first “want to tell us what went on back in the fresher there between you two?”

Wrecker snorts out loud at Hunter’s forwardness.

“The fresher??” Asks Omega “what happened in the fresher?” 

“Nothing!” Both you and Tech say in sync.

Causing Wrecker to laugh even more.

You glare at Hunter, narrowing your eyes at him and then glancing from him to where Omega was and then back again.

*Surely with his enhanced senses he’ll understand every word you just said to him*

He holds his hands up in surrender and continues to eat his food.

You all do in silence pretty much.

Due to you and Tech not wanting to be asked any more questions but mostly because everyone seems to be enjoying their food so much.

Clearing up shortly after with Omega’s help, you manage to prolong the very obvious questions that will be coming your way soon from the members.

The washing of dishes distracting you from your own questions too.

*what is this with you and Tech?

A crush?

Something deeper?

Wreckers comments about Tech loving the fact to be stuck at Cid’s here with you, implies that the other members know of Tech’s likeness to you.

But does he like you?*

“Y/N!” Omega shouts as you realise the water had run a little too close to the top of the wash bowl and started to spill over.

“Dank ferrick!” you curse as you grab some towels and start to mop up the mess.

“Everything ok in here?” Echo comes to check in on you both.

“Y/N wanted a swim I think!” Omega laughs and it causes you to laugh with her.

“Come on Omega, you’re staying up later and later every night” Echo ushers the young clone around the spillage on the floor as you high five her.

“Goodnight Y/N” She sighs out, she doesn’t enjoy bedtime routines but then, what kid does.

“Sleep well Omega” you say as you grab a few more towels for the floor.

Hunter must of been in stealth mode as you didn’t realise he was standing in the doorway to the kitchen until he speaks.

“Going to answer my question now Y/N?” He asks you as you ignore him and continue to clean up.

“He likes you ya know” Hunter tells you after realising you’re not going to talk.

“Huh?” His comment makes you stop what you’re doing and look at him.

He crouches down towards the floor, so he’s eye level with you.

“Tech…he does like you, he’s told us…in his own little unique way” Hunter drifts off at the last part.

“His unique way?” you repeat him.

“Tech’s not like anyone else” Hunter starts to explain.

“I know that!” you say a little too quickly.

He smirks “In a way where he can’t just say to you that he likes you” Hunter continues. 

“Ok” you shrug.

“So you might have to er, be more forward with him?” He tells you whilst tilting his head to the side, like he wants to read the understanding of his words on your face.

“Why are you telling me this?” you mimic the tilt in his head with your own.

Hunter sighs “because he really does like you” 

***

*because he really does like you* 

Hunters comments from earlier on replay on your mind as you try to sleep.

You gave your main bed here at Cid’s up to Tech to rest his injured leg, which was fine of course!

But having the Bad batch stay here also meant you were kicked further down the ranks and were currently tossing and turning on a floor bed out the front.

You get up, surrendering any chance of getting some sleep and make your way down to the bar in search of some instant mocoa instead.

You shouldn’t be too loud for the others sleeping off their latest mission, the bar backs onto the main room that Tech is laid up in only, whilst the others were a little further back down the corridors.

*hmm, I wonder if Tech is sleeping ok.

He should be, that’s my comfy bed he’s laid in!* 

You almost laugh at your silly comment. 

You’re obviously ok with him being in there whilst he recovered.

But then you repeat your thought once more.

*Tech’s laid up in MY bed*

The realisation almost makes your cheeks heat up.

The very man that you’ve been fantasising over, been flirting with, trying to have your way with, is laying in YOUR bed and you’re just standing in the bar searching for a caffeine beverage?!

It’s like your legs make the decision for you before you think about your next move.

But you find yourself being walked over to the door just behind the bar area.

*shall I knock?

Shall I just let myself in?

It is my room but then, I did offer it out so it’s polite to treat them as the occupant* 

You raise your hand to knock but then quickly stop yourself, what if Hunter hears your rapping on Tech’s bedroom door in the middle of the night? He’ll never let you live it down.

So instead you choose to open the door ever so slightly.

“Tech?” You barely even whisper but you don’t want to sneak up on him.

“It’s me…” you say as you step into the room, closing the door ever so quietly.

Focusing on where the bed is situated as you can’t see a thing in the dark, you practically tip toe over.

Again thinking to if Hunter can hear anything but even more so, is you’d hate to be interrupted for a second time.

You place one knee on the mattress, it groans slightly under the pressure causing you to freeze.

Tech stirs in his sleep, and you almost feel a pang of guilt.

Should you be waking the clone up?

After all, he needs all the rest he can get and there’s you, wanting to jump on him because you’re horny and can’t sleep.

“Tech?” you barely whisper his name but his eyes fly open.

He distinctively grabs your wrists as if holding off an attacker, pulling you downwards and swinging you round on the bed, he’s now towering above you as your arms are pinned above your head and his legs are either side of yours like some sort of cage.

“Tech, tech?? It’s me!” you stutter. 

You’re not sure if it’s due to the surprise attack from the clone or the way he is gripping onto you, pushing you into the bed with his whole body but you seem lost for words.

“Y/N??” Tech squints his eyes like he’s trying to focus on if it’s really you attacking him whilst he sleeps.

“Wh…what? What are you doing?” He asks you but he doesn’t release you, almost as if he thinks he could be dreaming right now.

“I er..I couldn’t sleep and thought I’d come er…check up on you” words start to fall from your mouth but you’re unsure they’re making any sense right now.

“Check up on me?” Tech almost scoffs in his answer.

“You pounced on me, a trained soldier, as I slept, not the best of moves y/n?” His normal, matter of fact, voice was back. 

“I’m sorry” you mumble and try to wriggle out from his hold on you.

Your earlier confidence had started to deflate.

This was a bad idea.

Tech’s grip on your wrists tightens though, he shifts more of his weight down onto you as you spread your thighs a bit to adjust to him laid on top of you.

“What is it that you want Y/N?” Tech lowers his head towards yours, you can almost feel his breath on your face.

You swallow, hard.

You have no words right now.

It’s not like you made a plan.

You’re no good at strategies, that’s more of Tech’s skill zone.

“Tell me Y/N…” his voice now changes to match his body language.

“I can …show you…” you whisper out to him.

Your confidence starting to build back up again, alongside your need for him.

“You’ll show me?” Tech repeats you as he stares straight into your eyes, seemingly pushing you to hold to your words.

You nod at him as he sits back on his heels.

Freeing your arms from his hold, either one of his thighs sit straddled over you.

“Your leg?” you ask him and he shrugs.

“Pain tolerance is heightened in the state of arousal” he states.

*still such a smart ass* you think to yourself.

You start to get up slowly, your face coming so close to the clones that he was sure you were going in for a kiss but you take him by surprise when you buck your hips upwards to him, causing his to lose his balance on top of you.

As he pushes out an arm to catch himself you pull your legs out from under his, instead wrapping them over his waist and as his back hits the mattress, you now lean forward, arms either side of his head as he’s the one captured underneath you.

“Fascinating” is all he says as he watches your chest rise and fall with each breath you take.

You want to be quick, show him how needy you are to finally have him and also, you’re very conscious about someone interrupting you both again.

But something about the way the clone is gazing at you, like you’re one of the most delicious things on the planet right now shifts your want into taking it slow with him.

You don’t even realise you’ve caved and you allowed your lips to crash against his until you hear him moan softly into your mouth.

You’ve thought about kissing the clone many a time before but always chickened out.

But now, now you’ve finally got your hands, and lips, on him and it’s better than you could ever of imagined.

It’s hot and passionate but it also has hints of tenderness in it.

A perfect mix of both lips and tongues.

It’s needy enough for you to feel his hardness pushing through his slacks as you start to feel your shorts get damp.

“Mmm maker!” You moan out loud as you start to grind on top of him, the friction from the little cloth separating you both, starting to do wonders.

You’re taken a back as he bites down on your lip, it pulls you out of the trance you were currently in.

“You’re going to have to be quieter than that” Tech looks up at you with his half lidded eyes. 

“So do you…” you smirk up at him remembering the beautiful sounds he moaned into your kiss.

“Oh I can be very quiet” he starts to tell you but you move off your position sat on his lap, smiling at his comment as you shift yourself down the bed.

Your hands quickly find the waistband of his slacks just like that did in the fresher last night.

You start to palm his hardness through the fabric at first, Tech almost pushing his hips out to meet your hand.

He holds back a moan as you stop your movements on him, glancing up to look at his face, he nods like he understands what you’re asking of him and you waste no time in pulling down his slacks, freeing his beautiful cock as it strained against the fabric.

You hardly give him time to steady himself, propping himself up on one of his elbows so he can watch you as you take him in your mouth.

Your lips wrapping around the head of his cock as you flick your tongue on the underside of it.

Tech uses his other hand to grab your face, moaning out loud, it causes him to push his cock further into your mouth.

You take him with no protest at all as you widen your jaw to fit him inside.

You want to take his full length but quickly run out of throat space, deciding to use a hand to wrap around the part that your mouth can’t quite reach. 

Tech seems to like that as his hand has switched from cupping your face to grabbing your hair.

It’s like he holds your head in place whilst he moves his cock in and out of your mouth faster now, like he’s fucking your face. 

You’re almost glad that your mouth is full with him as you’d love to be screaming to the world right now with how he’s making you feel.

With every thrust of his hips, his cock pushes it’s way further down your throat, you concentrate on not gagging but a few escape your mouth.

“You can take me, can’t you y/n?” Tech says to you in between the snapping of his hips.

But you don’t answer, not that you think it’s an answerable question anyways.

Instead you allow him to fuck into your mouth deeper.

Starting to move backwards with how hard he is going you find yourself now laying back on the mattress.

Sideways almost from your original position whilst he holds your head up slightly so he can angle his face fucking better.

The sounds that are falling from the clones lips goes straight to your core, you clench your thighs together so you can feel some sort of friction down there.

“Dank ferrick y/n!!” Tech almost hisses out now. You can tell he’s close to climax as you feel his cock pulsating inside your mouth.

“Such a…such a good girl for me…taking me so well” He grunts out praises to you and your eyes almost roll to the back of your head.

Who knew that sucking this man’s cock would be such a turn on for you also.

He’s bunched up your hair into some sort of pony tail now as he releases the hold he had on your wrists and instead, places his hand around your throat.

Groaning a little too loudly as he can feel the movement of your throat muscles as he moves his cock in and out of you.

“Maker! It’s like your mouth..your mouth was made for this, for me” 

You’re sure Tech isn’t supposed to be saying this out loud but you’re glad he is.

The noises coming from your throat sends him into a spiral as he calls you all sorts of names under the stars.

It doesn’t take much longer, just a few more movements of his hips before you feel that familiar feeling of thick, warm liquid.

You’re sure Tech starts speaking Mando’a as he releases the hold he had on your throat, you keep your head still, allowing him to fill your mouth with his come.

He starts to slow down his assault on your mouth, pulling out from you with a pop as you swallow down every drop.

Drool has gathered in the corners of your mouth whilst he uses a finger to wipe it away, he glances into your eyes, tears starting to form in them from him hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

He smirks at you as he pulls you upwards to towards him, he settles back on the headboard  so you’re laid on his chest.

He takes a little while just holding you there, using a hand to rub circles on your back.

You almost feel yourself shutting your eyes under the comfort that washes over your body.

“Y/N?” Tech’s voice lures you out of your snoozing.

“Mmm?” You manage to reply to him. 

“Could I…May I return the favour?” 

You chuckle lightly at him being so polite, despite the fact he just called you all sorts of lewd words whilst he fucked your mouth silly.

“You can do what ever you like Tech” you’re sure he can hear the smile on voice as you realise you won’t be getting much sleep any time soon.

#tech bad batch #mentions of smut #star wars #clone troopers #over18 #bad batch

[bobattef]

Kylo

“Me? But I’ve not long come back from Mission Control, I’ve barely been signed off 2minutes!”

You plead at your commander but he has no time for your excuses.

“You have been called up personally for this, what else can I say?”

For a start, you can explain what this mission is exactly.

You think to yourself, not out loud of course. You know not to answer back your commander.

Instead, you grab your helmet, not even having time to clean it, you trudge down the corridor to General Hux’s quarters.

You were looking forward to a bit of time off after the last mission, yes it was successful but it was tiring one.

You sigh out loud as you round the corner of the halls, your boots almost dragging across the grid floor.

You’re met with 3 other personnel there. 1 other pilot and 2 storm troopers.

Great. 

You think to yourself, you’ve never gotten along with any stormer trooper before. It was like theres some sort of built in competition between you, a TIE pilot and the troopers, but you both serve the First Order so have to put your differences aside. Especially on missions.

And ones that only needed 4 of you to complete.

Two of them are in a low humming of a convo as you nod towards your fellow pilot,

DS-62 

you note their ID number on their badge. 

I don’t think we’ve flown together.

You try to remember previous missions or training exercises but your thoughts are cut off as the door you’re gathered outside of, hisses open and you almost step back in fright at seeing him.

The supreme leader. 

Kylo Ren.

You’ve never interacted with him before, just caught glimpses of him from a far. 

His presence is always felt, no matter the distance between you both.

He towers over you, despite you wearing your combat boots which usually give you a little aid in height but he’s so tall, broad shoulders too. 

No wonder there’s a silence that falls over you all stood there waiting. 

He tilts his head to the side, looking you up and down, as if he has a built in scanner inside the mask.

Not saying a word, you look up at where his lenses are, hoping he doesn’t take the full eye contact you’re giving him as disrespectful or anything. 

“Hmm” he almost scoffs as he walks away, the sound of his heavy boots almost matching the sound of your heart beating inside your ears.

What was that about?? You try not to show the others your feelings through your facial expressions and are glad when you hear General Hux calling out for you all to enter the quarters.

“Take a seat” he continues as he powers up the holoprojecter.

You choose to sit right next to your fellow pilot as the two troopers sit on the opposite side.

Already the competition has started. 

You spend the next 20 mins or so listening to the General’s explanation about what he wants from you.

It’s a simple rescue mission.

Hence the low number of team members.

It’ll be a stealth one also.

Which is why he asked for you and DS-62 personally.

Both of you have a 100% win form on your pilots license.

“If this is a simple fly in, pick-up rescue, then why do we have two storm troopers here?” DS-62 asks the question that was on your mind too.

“It’s stealth, but not easy” Hux smiles but there’s no humour behind it at all.

“Think of them as a ‘back up’ for just in case” he uses his fingers in the air to quote the back up.

“Just two interceptors?” you pipe up. 

“Correct” Hux replies.

“And where are we expected to fit the accompanying troopers on board each one?” You enquire, the General goes to speak but the door behind you all hisses open again.

“There’ll be in my ship” a voice bellows out.

Even behind his mask, using a modulator, Kylo Ren’s voice almost vibrates through him.

Your eyes don’t leave him as your fellow pilot turns back to the general “and to which planet are we flying to for this rescue mission?”

“Hosnian Prime” Kylo and Hux both answer in sync as your heart drops at the name.

Your home planet…

***

Your hands are shaking slightly as you start to power up your interceptor.

Just focus on the mission.

You tell yourself. 

No-one, nothing, else.

You get the go ahead by your ground hog, he waves you out of the base onboard StarKiller and as you pull away, you glance at your rear cameras, always taken aback at the sheer size of the thing!

Much different to the tiny cock pit you’re sat up in snugly right now.

After punching in the coordinates, you set off to the Hosnian system.

You haven’t returned since you were taken or ‘saved’ is how the first order tell others.

You were only 16 but already your life hit a rut being on the planet Hosnian Prime. 

The first order had its cons for sure but still, you wouldn’t have seen even a smidgen of the many planets you’ve traveled to since joining them.

Your memories flashing through your mind takes up the time it spent to get there and as you’re flying through the atmosphere, you see Kylo’s Command Shuttle fly next to you.

“Stay close” his voice sounding so monotone over the coms piece.

He chooses to land just outside the main hustle and bustle of the city.

This place hasn’t changed in the slightness in the short time you’ve been away.

“We’ll go in by foot” he says once you’ve powered down the ships.

You don’t like the sound of this.

You’re a pilot, flying is what you do.

You’re not a ground trooper.

You look at the storm troopers that have pulled their blasters out their holsters now, and you hope they give even an ounce of care for you.

***

Simple rescue mission my ass.

You curse internally as you’re crouched down in between two land speeders that have been taking the brunt of the blaster fire coming your way.

The troopers didn’t last 5 mins, they really just are hired for cannon fodder these days.

You don’t even know if DS-62 is ok,  he got hit and fell somewhere behind the main doors you had managed to get though to find this so-called person in need of rescuing.

Kylo was up ahead, you were hoping it was due to him that you heard others screaming in pain.

You heard the buzz of his lightsaber a few times so it must be him!

I bet he doesn’t even know you’re not dead like the others.

You look around, trying to find a way out of the many blaster bullets flying past you. 

It’ll be fitting to die on the soils that you were birthed on.

You think to yourself but quicky realise the blaster bullets have stopped.

You don’t want to peer up from your little shelter you’ve been crouched under.

It could be a trap but as you start to count down from 20, getting ready to peep a glance, the land speeder, which now riddled with blaster scorches, gets pushed out the way, revealing your hiding place.

“Who’s this?” 

You force yourself to look up at the voice and see an old-ish man looking down on you.

“I’m, er, my name is” you start to stutter as you are convinced these will be your last words but a familiar voice shouts out from behind the mystery man.

“She’s with us, now let’s move!” 

It was Kylo, holding up the man, as he was clearly injured.

You make your way through the city streets. 

“It’s too risky to go to the ships now, we must lose them first” Kylo tells you as you round another sharp corner and down another dark alleyway.

“We need somewhere to lay low. And to fix you up” Kylo says to the man.

Wait…you know where you are.

“Follow me” 

You tell them both as you sense both their uncertainty.

Miraculously, you had ran into your old ends of the neighbourhood. 

“Here” you were whispering now as you click the door open, remembering the code after all this time.

Kylo sat the man down on what looked like an old cabin bed as the dust that had settled there erupted under its disturbance.

He looked around at any openings or windows that you would be caught through but there were none.

Instead he quickly worked out this was a lower grade apartment in the rougher areas of Prime.

What you would call ‘home’.

It had been a long while, but the electricity buzzed alive when you switched the main circuit on.

You tried the tap attached to the small sink but air came out instead.

“Dank Ferrick!” you let out a frustrated sigh “no running water I’m afraid, the tank must of seized up after all this time”

“This is your home?” Kylo asks you, walking towards you.

You’re quickly reminded about the sheer size of him.

“Er, was” you clear your throat “before I joined the first order” 

He doesn’t say anything to you. 

Just keeps his helmet bearing down on yours.

“How long we staying here?” the man asks, looking around at the sad looking decor.

“Do you have a medi-kit?” Kylo asks you but you’re already walking over to the chest you had left here.

Rummaging around you find an old box of medi supplies.

“The bacta shot might be a bit iffy but I have bandages” you tell your supreme leader as you see to the injured man. 

Basic first aid training was always given to those serving in the first order.

And you do your best with what supplies you had to fix up the man’s blaster scold he has on his hip.

“You’re lucky it didn’t penetrate the skin” you tell them both as you walk over to the sink, dumping the used supplies into it.

“Think you can move out yet?” Kylo asks him but the man has started to shut his eyes whilst laying on your old bed.

“Perhaps a little rest will help the pain settle?” you say out loud, feeling the day catching up with you also.

“2 hours. Tops!” Kylo replies to you as he stalks over the corner of the room, leaning against a few of the crates stacked there.

You don’t realise that his eyes are focused on you as you click the release button on your helmet.

It hisses as you lift it above your head, you sighing in sync with it.

You did like your pilots bucket but it’s been about 4 hours since you put it on last, that’s a bit too long for you.

Shaking your hair out of the shape it had stuck to underneath you wish that tap had just a little bit of water inside it still.

Kylo’s eyes are still on you as you sink down on the pile of old clothes and bits, you’re so tired this feels like the softest bedding you’ve ever laid upon.

You go to kickoff your boots but think better of it, that might be too much.

You look over at where Kylo was perched up with the crates. You can’t work out exactly, as the lights are so dim in here, but you’re sure he his staring right back at you.

“You ok?” you ask him quietly, trying not to wake the man.

But he doesn’t say a word.

“Are you injured??” you ask him, suddenly sounding so caring.

“No” he breaths out through his modulator.

“You?” he asks back, after a long pause.

“No…surprisingly” you scoff at your luck.

“Wasn’t exactly prepped for an ambush” you don’t mean to sound so cold but you most definitely needed more than the small number of personnel you were given on this mission.

“Nor did I” Kylo answers back, softly. Like he has an ounce of compassion behind that mask of his. 

“I hope he’s worth this” you call out to the dark, whilst looking to where the man was snoozing on your old bed.

“He is” is all Kylo says back, you hear his footsteps move closer to where you’re laid on the ground.

You go to ask if he wants a few bits of clothing to make up a bed but before you can open your mouth you feel the weight of him shift as he sits down on the same pile you’re on.

You stare up at the low ceiling as your mind starts wondering.

It suddenly becomes very hot inside your old apartment, which is ironic as it’s always been on the cold side before.

You hear his breathing change slightly under his mask.

You’re touching armour to armour as this make shift bed isn’t quite big enough for two people, especially one of Kylo’s size.

“Everything ok officer?” His voice sounding a lot more raspy than usual.

You’re not sure if he can see you in the darkness but you nod your head anyways.

You feel him move again as this time he faces you.

You see the lines in his mask lighting up crimson red from where it was damaged previously.

You never knew how and quite frankly, didn’t have the courage to ask which is why you shocked yourself when you did say what you said to him out loud.

“How’d you get these?” your voice barley a whisper.

“Hmm?” He replies. 

Is he falling asleep? 

You bring your hand up to his helmet.  

Lightly guiding your hand over the patched up crack it clearly took in the past and you’re sure you hear Kylo stop breathing for a second.

You almost gasp out as you feel a gloved hand grab your wrist, pulling you away from your touch.

“I’m…im sorry” you gulp.

What were you thinking, you can’t touch the supreme leader like this?!

You hear a click of his tongue behind his mask.

“Rest if you intend on resting” is all he answers he places your hand back down by your side.

You do what you’re told as your worries about going too far with him disappear behind your eyelids.

***

Sunrise is still a few hours away.

Kylo was adamant that 2 hours was enough but it had been more like 4 hours.

You had both definitely dozed off.

You work your way back out the outer circles of the city and the familiar shape of your interceptor comes into view.

“My ship!” Kylo shouts as you turn back to look at yours. 

It’s the first thing he’s said to you since your little hiccup back at your old apartment.

Climbing up the ramp into his, you feel a pang of sadness.

Yes interceptors were almost all the same but you had flown that particular one on your last 4 missions and had the set up down to a tee.

The man, walking with out aid now, joins you both inside the shuttle.

You’ve never set foot inside this ship.

You’ve never really wanted to.

But if Kylo orders you to do something, you do it.

You feel the pull in the pit of your stomach as the shuttle pulls away from your home planet and into the darkness of the night sky.

After being so annoyed with your helmet before, you’re glad for it now, as it’s great at hiding the way you’re chewing on your lip with worry. 

You overstepped your mark last night, will there be any consequences?

It doesn’t seem to take long to reach the Starkiller base once again.

You’re met with General Hux and a few other troopers when you step off the command shuttle.

“Congratulations pilot” your commander stretching out a hand to shake yours.

“You made it back, unscathed too” 

“Yeah..thanks sir” you don’t mean to answer so nonchalantly but you’re still a bit pissed that you were sent in blind.

Kylo doesn’t even glance towards you as he follows the medic officers with the man you had both rescued.

But you don’t care.

You have returned back to base and a hot steamy shower is calling you.

***

Why can’t you sleep?

It’s been a long ass couple of days.

Back to back missions, with the last ones events still replaying in your head.

I can’t believe you caressed the supreme leaders face!

You get up from your bed in annoyance with yourself. 

It’s 4:05am.

Not far off 6am, the time your alarm would be going off, so what’s the point of a few extra hours of being awake.

You get dressed into your slacks, hoping you get a few days off round base to chill out.

Walking around the corridors of Starkiller at this time is so eerie.

You see 2 other troopers on your travels, night shifters.

They watch as you walk past, staring through their bug looking helmets as you just trudge along, with no purpose.

You have no idea where you’re walking to, maybe just up another level and round again and then you’ll head back to your quarters.

Just as you press the button for the elevator up, the door slid open and you see Kylo ready to step out, without his helmet on.

You take a few moments to take in his features, you’ve never seen him without his helmet on.

His hair is dark, almost falling over his eyes as he leans his head down towards you.

His face sporting a scar down the right side, almost mimicking the crack on his helmet, you note.

But it doesn’t make him any less handsome.

His eyes are on you also, they drop the entire length of your body and then back up to your gaze that’s still set on him.

You don’t say a word.

The elevator dings shut and carries on its journey, without you in it.

“Condolences on losing DS-62” he starts to say, breaking the silence that had fallen across the floor.

“Huh?…oh yeah, er, thanks” you almost had to pull yourself out of your concentration on his face.

“It was wrong of us to go in so unprepared” his face changing to match the seriousness of this conversation.

“Uh huh” you really don’t know what to say. You’ve heard stories of him ending other troopers lives for speaking ill against him so you stay quiet about your complaints of yesterdays mission.

Already feeling on edge about the interaction you both had yesterday.

“I was just coming to find you, to inform you about er…” he can’t seem to finish his sentence.

“Were you? Were you headed somewhere?” he asks you.

“Er yeah, well no, not really” you tell him without elaborating further.

“Can I walk you back to your room?” But it sounds more like a command rather than a question.

“Erm…sure” you shrug, unsure on what to answer him.

You turn on your heels immediately and he follows behind you, his longer strides managing to catch up with you easily.

You swallow down a deep breath, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed with questions.

Why is Kylo walking you back to your room?

What’s he got planned?

Is he going to end you within the quietness of your 4 walls? 

You were a fool to touch him.

Maybe the First Order doesn’t want any survivors of this last mission?

You were the only one…

You can practically hear your blood pumping in your ears.

Your heart is beating a lot faster than it should be considering you’re in a slow paced walk.

You glance up at Kylo nervously, only for you to notice he’s staring right down at you, not breaking the eye contact at all.

Your cheeks start to heat.

What is going on??

You think to yourself, looking back down at the ground again.

***

You soon reach your quarters, turning to face Kylo, your back flushed up against the door panel.

Unsure on how to bid farewell to someone as important as him in the First Order, he’s basically royalty.

You’re about to tell him goodbye when he speaks first. 

“Can I come in?” his voice sounds so deep, so low without his modulator.

“You want to come in?” you ask him back, you have no idea what to say, your body starts to go into fight or flight mode.

Kylo doesn’t say a word to you, just keeps his gazed trained down on yours, waiting for an answer.

You even shock yourself when it doesn’t take much time to nod “yes”.

Punching in the code to unlock your room door, trying to steady the shaking of your hands.

Adrenaline is pumping around your body, are you about to fight the supreme leader?

Can you even fight the supreme leader?

You’re trained in combat before you’re trained to fly.

Fighting is and always will be a part of an officers life in the First Order but you’ve never been trained to fight against someone like Kylo Ren.

You quickly scout the layout of your room, patrols don’t do room checks like they used to in training but you’ll be shamed if it wasn’t up to scratch when the Supreme Leader is here.

You stand at the wall by the door, quick exit maybe in your thinking.

Kylo walks over towards your bed, he turns to face you but instead of saying anything he sits down on the edge of the mattress.

You really don’t know what your next move should be but it’s like he can read your uncertainty on your face.

You watch him as he raises a gloved hand to signal you over.

Your feet carry you without a 2nd thought, stopping just before him, your eyes not moving away from his.

You’re holding your breath now, is he going to strike you down?

“I can read your ID number, but what’s your name officer…”

His voice making you search his face for his next move.

“Er, Y/N” you manage to tell the supreme leader.

“Can I touch you Y/N?” He tilts his head to the side, waiting for an answer.

You’re taken a back, touch you?? 

What does he mean touch you?

You can’t seem to find any words to answer him so just nod your head at him.

He wastes no time to wrap his hand around your wrist, like he did the previous night.

Pulling your hand up to his face, his eyes close as he guides your fingers alongside the scar he has there.

You hitch a breath, you really aren’t prepared for this.

“It was a lightsaber…” Kylo starts to tell you. Now watching your eyes widen as you let out a breath.

“A…lightsaber??” You enquire further.

“Mmm hmm, a Jedi’s lightsaber” he finishes.

You don’t even want to ask who the Jedi was that was brave enough to strike Kylo so aggressively on the face.

You’re sure they’re good as dead!

You soon get cut off by your thoughts as Kylo uses his other hand to grab a hold of a loop in your belt and pull you closer to him. 

You’re standing in between his legs now, his face not that far from yours due to the obvious size difference between you both.

He reaches up to grab at the zipper that was slightly undone on your slacks, pulling it down slowly he watches as it moves over the curves of your chest and pauses just above your navel.

Your eyes stay on him as he pulls the fabric off both your shoulders, you pull your arms out in instinct.

It’s been a long while since you’ve been touched by another.

Kylo slips his fingers inside your waist band and continues to pull your all in one slack suit down, helping you by lifting each one of your legs out the clothing.  

The way he wraps a large hand of his around the back of each thigh so delicately makes your heart beat faster.

You’re now stood in front of the supreme leader in your undershorts and a crop top, something you’ve always worn under slacks, never knowing it’ll be shown to him, to anyone!

He takes in a moment to drink the sight of you in, the armour that you wore in yesterdays mission gave him glimpse of the curves you had underneath it but he was taken aback by the way your body dipped in all the right places.

He wraps both his hands around your waist, you close your eyes at the feeling of the leather on your bare skin but not for long as Kylo seems to turn you around so you’re facing back to him.

You catch his face in the mirror you had on the opposite side of the room, his eyes are deep pools of black, his pupils practically the same size as his Iris now.

Like how a predator looks at his prey.

Still with a grip on you, Kylo bends you at the waist, placing his legs in between yours now, he pulls you down to sit on his lap.

Your legs dangle either side of his, you can barley touch the ground like this.

Gloved hands of his snake around your thighs, moving higher towards your clothed centre and as you suck in a breath, awaiting him to stroke you there, he surprises you by opening his legs wide, causing your own to spread along with them.

You’re sure he let out a low chuckle as he now can see your face in the mirrors reflection opposite you both. 

You’re unsure where to place your own hands. They were resting on top of your legs but now they’ve been spread apart, you choose to place them behind you on the bed, causing you to stick out your chest as your back arches.

Kylo’s hands start to move up once more, caressing your skin so lightly over your waist, your stomach, over your breasts.

Pulling your crop top down, he pulls slightly on one of your nipples as they harden in pleasure at the supreme leaders touch.

Your head falls back slightly to rest on his shoulder as you start to feel your self start to soak your underwear.

Kylo’s hand grabs you at your chin and pulls your head forward once more.

“Eyes on front” he whispers to you. His lips are so close to your ear as he talks to you that goosebumps start to form across your skin.

“You’re going to watch. Understand?”

You swallow down your answer, you have no words right now.

With one hand on your hip, Kylo moves the other to stroke you lightly through your undershorts.

You bite your lip as you’re too scared to make a sound.

He wants you to watch him, watch yourself in the mirror but you’re unsure if there are any other rules to this game he has you both playing.

His face looks feral as it stares back at you, his fingers have started to pick up their pace and the way he moves them in a circular motion, it causes friction between the fabric and your now swollen clit.

You don’t mean to whimper but you can’t remember the last time you had anothers hands down there apart from your own.

“Mmm, that’s it pretty girl” Kylo almost grunts out as you can feel his hardness grow through his leathers beneath where you are sat.

“Can you make some noise for me?” his lips graze your neck ever so lightly as he whispers those words to you.

Your eyes almost flutter shut in ecstasy but you remember his command from earlier,

Eyes on him…

It’s like he knows a distraction ploy to lull you out the wanting to close your eyes on him, he slips past the fabric of your undershorts and in one quick movement he’s suddenly knuckles deep inside you with two of his gloved fingers.

You cry out at the sudden stretch and the feeling of his leather delving inside you is a sensation you’ve never felt before.

Kylo must of like the sound that fell from your lips as he bucks his hips up into you, the hardness of his cock straining against the fabric in between you both.

“Maker” he rasps out. Enjoying this just as much as you are and you’re not even touching him.

He swiftly moves his fingers in and out of you, the noises that fill your room are lewd.

Cries of pleasure from you,

The wet sounds of your cunt as it contracts around the supreme leaders fingers,

Him grunting at you as you start to move your hips back and forth slightly.

Your eyes still stay on him, watching as his face is  awashed with pleasure just as much as your own is.

You’d never thought this would be as hot as it is.

Feeling that familiar feeling start to build up deep inside you as Kylo switches from his fingers penetrating you, to his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

Your fingers digging into his own thighs now as you’ve had to grip them to hold yourself steady on his lap.

“Ah…maker…I’m” you try to tell him, try to let him know you’re close but you can’t seem to string a sentence together right now. 

“Mmm pretty girl, what? What’s is it?” Kylo’s voice is low and rumbles through you both.

“I think…I think I’m going to…ah!” You’re so close, it’s right there, the heat rising inside you, waiting to spill out over your supreme leaders fingers.

Just as you’re about to hit that high, Kylo quickly retracts his fingers from you, your cunt pulsates at the sudden loss of him inside you.

Your eyes fly open as you didn’t realise you had them shut.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath enough to ask him what’s the deal. Why did he stop?

As Kylo clicks his tongue at you, it’s like it causes your brain to click also.

You didn’t have your eyes on him…

“I told you, to keep your eyes on me” His voice sounded so chilling.

You gulp, you think about apologising, begging him to put his hands back on you, inside you but you just stare into his eyes through the mirror.

You can’t read him. You can’t work out what he’s thinking.

Your legs almost buckle as he moves his own out away from where you’re sat upon them. 

Quick reaction times stop you from hitting the floor face first but your knees take the brunt of it, hitting the cold floor beneath you.  

“I’m..im sorry” you can’t even look at him. 

You’re unsure just how mad he is at you right now.

He’s still sat where he was before and as you feel brave enough to look up at him you watch him lean back slightly on the bed, fumbling with his utility belt, he pulls the leather strap out in one long motion. 

The buckle hitting every loop on its way out.

Your eyes widen as he grasps you by the throat, pulling you up on your feet as he stands from your bed. 

“I told you, eyes on me” he repeats himself.

Like he needs to let you truly understand his reasoning for what he’s about to do.

He’s behind you now, your back is flushed with his chest and you’re so close you can still feel his cock pushing up against the small of your back.

Grabbing you by both wrists, he pulls each arm of yours round to the back of you, creating a space between you.

The muscles in your arms sting slightly at the angle they have been pulled in, using just one hand he has both of yours held tightly together.

Kylo then proceeds to wrap his belt around your wrists, quickly working the leather into some sort of make shift pair of binders.

He pulls the strap, the tightness of the leather stinging your skin as he does.

You don’t say a word to him.

You don’t know what to say to him.

You wish you can see his face, try to work out what he’s thinking.

You must of been too deep in thought that you don’t quite comprehend how he did it so quickly but he’s sat back down on your bed like before.

Except with you being sat upon his lap, you’re now laid across it, stomach down, your legs try to hold themselves up by your tiptoes.

Your try to free your hands, you need to hold on as you’re unstable like this but Kylo places a hand on the small of your back, pressing you into his lap.

“You’re going to count…do you understand me?” He’s lost the lust that was oozing from his voice a few moments ago, the scary, intimidating Kylo Ren is back.

Grabbing your hair by one of your braids Kylo makes you face him “do you understand?” he repeats himself to you.

The grasp he has on your hair causes the movement of your head to sting as you nod in answer.

“3 counts…ok?” he asks you but he doesn’t need an answer.

He’s in control now, he’s been in control this whole time.

You can’t seem to keep still as you’re laid over the supreme leaders thighs, trying to get some sort of grip on your feet on the ground but it’s no use.

That’s when you feel it, or do you hear it first?

You’re not quite sure.

But the instant burning sensation on your right ass cheek has seem to of frozen your body in place.

He struck you!

He full on slapped you on your bare flesh.

You’re not sure what you expected being held in this position and for going against the Supreme Leaders orders but it comes as a shock to you. 

Your eyes start to water as the pain from the hit of his gloved hand almost ripples through your body.

“Count!” Kylo almost bellowing now as he pulls on your hair once more to prompt you.

“I..er…one!” your voice cracks as you speak.

“Good girl” your supreme leader coos at you rubbing the very spot of flesh where he landed his blow.

The sudden soothing voice takes you aback.

If this is a punishment then why is it making you wetter than before.

Your mind starts racing like a ship flying through hyperspace, is this turning you on?

“2 more to go pretty girl, you ready?” Kylo’s voice rings through your ears that are filled with the noise of your blood pumping.

“Yes supreme leader” you answer him.

#kylo ren #first order #starwars #smut fic #over18 #x reader #supreme leader kylo ren

[bobattef]

He’s come for you:

….

-> I watched Rogue One again last night, in particular the Darth Vader end scene.

 Imagine if you (the reader) were captured alongside the stolen Death Star plans.

The Rebels thinking you were just another trooper working for the Empire but you were Lord Vader’s secret lover and he was fighting his way though that famous hallway scene to rescue you, and the plans of course <-

***

All you could hear was the alarm from the ships warning system.

It was blaring across the corridors, bouncing off the walls.

You were being hurried along, dragged almost, by 3 rebel fighters. 

Out of breath from trying to fight them, trying to keep those Death Star plans hidden, safe.

But you were vastly outnumbered.

“In here!” came a bellowing voice, you look up to see the opening doors of an holding cell, the rebel fighter who shouted trying to usher you inside it.

“I thought we said no hostages?!” comes another voice, this time behind you.

“Just retrieve the plans and get out!”

“Retrieving those plans are the reason why we have a hostage!” the other official snaps back.

Digging your heels in, you flail your arms trying to get away from their grasp on you, to try to stop them from taking you away, away from your base, away from HIM.

Darth Vader.

After giving the task of being a guard for the Sith Lord back on his base in Mustafar a few weeks prior, you spent every minute of every day alongside him.

You fell very hard, very quickly and knew a side of him that no one else did.

You couldn’t believe it when he started showing his interest in you too. 

You’d spend hours on end in his quarters just you and him.

No one else knew of course.

The other officers just thought you were carrying out your duty of guarding him yourself.

And he never once dropped even a smidgen of a hint about how attached he was to you.

On the outside, whilst surrounded by others, he was cold towards you, barley even glancing your way most of the times under the gazes of your fellow troopers, but when those doors slid shut to his quarters, it all changed.

He’d be on you like a rash, sometimes not even managing to get out of his suit in time.

Using the force to his full advantage also to get you to make all his favourite kind of sounds fill his room. 

You were never touched nor fucked by another man like Darth Vader did it.

He’d have you whimpering time and time again as you came over his cock, or even just his fingers depending on the time limit you had together.

Your heart skipped a beat when images of him flashed through your mind just now. 

*Will you ever see him again?*

A pang of sadness hits you, just as you feel the pain from the impact from one of the officers blaster being hit off the back of your skull as he tries to force you into the cell. 

“Aaaah” you cry out as your vision goes blurry.

You’re knocked unconscious.

***

Lord Vader’s breathing is almost deafening though his apparatus.

Along side his remaining troopers following him now to his shuttle, they have never seen the Sith Lord so angry before.

They had taken the Death Star plans which meant they had taken her.

The rebel officers had snatched away his first hand guard in pursuit of getting their hands on the plans. 

And he was livid.

Shooting upwards away from the firey surface of Mustafar, the Lava rivers bubbling and blowing below like it was feeling the anger radiating from Darth Vader.

“T-minus 2 minutes until we reach the rebel force freighter my lord” the pilot calls back to Vader but he doesn’t answer.

He just focuses on you, he has to get you back.

He never once thought of having such feelings towards another being after, you know who.

He thought he wasn’t capable of it.

But he can’t let you slip away from him.

He’s in too deep.

You were always there, listening to him talk about anything or even rant about the latest incompetence of the other troopers.

No matter how angry he’d be, it’ll melt away under your smile.

He wrote off the chance at being with another woman ever again, but that first night you and he finally cut the sexual tension in the room, it was the best he’s ever had!

He pushes the memories he has of you to the back of his mind, instead reaching it out to try and find you.

He can sense your presence even from this far, he felt the fear that went through you as you were taken aboard their ship.

He knew that there was something horribly wrong when he could almost hear you shouting inside his mind, felt you fight to guard his base, his quarters, his plans.

He couldn’t get there fast enough. 

A few of your colleagues were defeated, slumped over along the corridors leading up to the room and his heart dropped thinking that one of them could have been you.

No one knows about you and him. 

No one knows that you are of any more importance than his other troopers.

They could kill you on the spot and not realise just how much of a necessity you were to him.

He can see the rebel ship come into view now as his imperial shuttle breaks through the atmosphere of his planet.

Reaching out with the force he knows you’re still alive. 

All be it, you’re definitely weaker, possibly knocked out.

Another wave of anger radiates through him.

He’s going to kill them all.

Every single one of them.

And he’s not going to stop.

***

The continuing blaring alarm brings you back round to consciousness.

You blink a few times, hoping the memories flashing though your mind about what has happened is all a bad dream.

Opening your eyes you soon come to realise you are in binders.

Sat on the floor, your back leant on the side wall of the holding cell you were in, keeping you sat upright.

The pounding in your head reminding you of the blow you took from one of the rebel fighters.

*from behind…the coward!* 

You think to yourself, teeth clenching together as a new wave of adrenaline starts to pump around your body.

*You need to get out of here*

Trying to get on your feet, you wobble a bit.

Wether it’s due to the dizziness of the hit you took or because you need to find Lord Vader, need to let him know where you are.

*Where are you?*

You stumble over to the door, trying to prize it open with great difficulty as your hands are binded together, it’s locked tight.

“There’s no use fighting…” you almost jump out of your skin at the voice, the other person that’s inside this cell with you.

“Just tell us where the plans are and…” 

“And what?!” you snap back.

“You’ll kill me either way!” you almost spit out the word kill.

The rebel fighter sighs out loud “we’re not like him you know? Not like the Empire…

Tell us where the plans are to the Darth Star and we will let you go” 

“Bantha fodder!” You shout at him and turn to face the door again, trying to work out a way to get it open.

The small window on the door is sat at a certain height which makes you have to tiptoe to peer out of it.

It’s no good though as all you can see is the darkness of the corridor that’s on the other side.

*The lights must of been taken out*

You think out loud as you turn around, sinking down the length of the door, you almost curl up into a ball as you hit the floor.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

You’ve never been sensitive to the force but you’d try anything right now to get Lord Vader to know where you are.

*please, please, please be ok*

You try to force out some sort of signal into the darkness of this very corridor.

To let him know you’re alive, all be it a bit bruised and battered.

Your ears strain along with your eyes closed as it seems you use all your senses at once to try and figure out an escape plan.

A small crackle of a radio breaks the silence between you and this rebel officer as you hear a voice over his comms.

“Commander…A ship…a ship has docked sir! Sir! A shuttle has landed on our freighter and…and…argh!” 

A smile creeps across your face as you lift your head up at those panicked words.

You don’t need to be with the force for you to know who the officer on the radio is referring to.

He’s come for you.

“No! Come in…officer do you read me?” you can almost hear the fear in the rebel fighters voice.

“Dank ferrick!” He shouts and you let out a small chuckle. 

The commander looks at you dead in the eye, you see some sort of change in demure flash across his eyes.

He stalks towards you, grabbing at your binded wrists he pulls you up on to your feet.

“Tell me!” he’s shouting so close to your face you can feel tiny bits of salvia coming out of his mouth at every word he says to you.

“Tell me where those death star plans are!! Now!!” 

He lands a back handed slap right across your face, dropping his grasp he had on you too so the impact caused you to hit the floor.

You spit out and notice blood on the floor from the cut that has now formed on your lip.

You should be scared, it hurt like hell that hit but you smirk up at him instead.

He’s so screwed when Lord Vader sees what he’s done to you.

Your reaction to him hitting you doesn’t have the desired affect so he kicks out in anger, landing his boot right across your ribs.

You cry out in pain this time.

Your side starts to throb along with your lip thats definitely swollen now.

“Tell me or I shall beat it out of you!” the venom from his words drips out as you think to his earlier remarks of not being like the Empire.

Trying to calm your breathing you gather up enough energy to stand but the rebel commander grabs you by your hair, pulling his other arm back he’s ready to strike you again but he stalls. 

You glance up at him, wondering why you’re not feeling the sting of yet another hit, why has he stopped but that’s when you hear it.

The distance screams of men.

You hear a bundle of footsteps, people are running down the corridor past the door you are locked behind.

They’re shouting.

They’re panicked.

He’s closer.

The rebel commander lets go of you once more and walks over to the door, peering out the glass much easier than you could due to his hight.

That’s when you see it, his face is covered in a red glow almost immediately as he screams out in pain.

Looking down towards his waistline, you see the searing light of a red saber.

It’s penetrated through both the door of the holding cell and through the body of the commander…

Darth Vader has found you.

#star wars #darth vader #rebel #mentions of smut #mentions of injury #reader pov #rogue one

[bobattef]

Morning after.

The sun pokes its way through the blinds that were half shut, causing flashes of light to dance across the inside of your eyelids.

You flutter them open, wondering what is to blame for waking you up.

Blinking a few times to un blur your vision, your eyes start to tell its story to your brain as it clicks into gear, working out where you are.

The slight pounding in your head signals that you had a bit too much to drink last night.

Not that it has to be justified.

Winning your first GP race as Alpine’s and most importantly, Formula ones, first ever female driver is something that must be celebrated!

You can’t remember much after the paddock celebrations with your team, the champagne already flowing.

You hit some sort of bar/club here in Monza but then where did you go?

Back to the teams hotel? Maybe.

But this isn’t your hotel room. You gulp.

You search around the bedside for a drop of water. The dry throat from last nights shouting and screaming making itself aware to you.

You cough. 

That’s when the bed sheets move.

Huh??

You roll over, slowly, quietly.

Peering your gaze over to the misshapen pile of fabrics next to you.

Oh gods….

You came back with someone, or rather went back with someone, you realise as you definitely spot an arm, a muscled one you note, half hanging out the bedsheet.

Fuck! You close your eyes as realisation hits you.

Were you THAT drunk last night you hooked up with a stranger??

You throw a pray up into the sky, wishing no paparazzi followed you to witness your drunken antics.

Where’s my phone??

You can’t seem to spot it but at least you can’t hear it.

Surely if you were papped doing something seriously ridiculous then your phone would be blowing up right now!

Right, start making a plan, locate your phone, definitely get dressed, as you peered under the bed sheets, realising you were only wearing them and nothing else.

And try to sneak out this bedroom, out the mystery man’s hotel room and hope to gods he doesn’t actually know who you are.

You don’t need some seedy mag picking up this story and chucking it all over the socials!

You already had to justify your life choices to pushy journalists a lot more than your male counterparts.

Michaela, your PA, is going to tear you a new one for this stunt!

Wait.

Where is Mica…she was at the club for sure. Was she in the hotel bar too? Yes she was on the shots with you.

You start to put the pieces together, furrowing you brow, it’s like your brain hits rewind on the night and you see glimpses of flashbacks.

There’s a few of you, dancing and singing in the back of a very dimly lit club, wait, maybe in the hotel lobby now.

No, you’re all cramming yourselves into the elevator.

You, Mica, Lando, Pierre, George, Alex, Lily and Charles are there.

All laughing, all very drunk. 

Where did Mica go after the elevator?? 

Your mind is going overtime, causing the pain from dehydration to throb against your temples.

Who’s the man…who’s the guy…who did you, very obviously, sleep with last night??

They stir once more.

Oh gods, are they waking up?? 

Just pretend you’re still sleeping and then when they go to the bathroom or something, make a run for it.

classy…you think to yourself as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

Wait…

Oh no…

It’s like your brain has gone into HD!

Pulling up the 4K footage you seemed to of forgotten a few minutes ago, it plays parts like a highlight reel on the inside of your eyelids.

There are lips on yours.

Messy, sloppy but also very passionate kisses.

Hands were on you, everywhere on you.

Helping you get out your dress, no not helping, practically ripping it off.

You almost popping a button off their shirt too, wow, how desperate were you last night…

It’s all clothes strewn every where. 

The ‘I need you now’ type of sex.

It’s hot, it’s fast, it’s so fucking good.

Your cunt starts to ache.

It too, getting flashbacks of last night.

Collapsing on the bed together, locked into one another.

Their mouth on your sweet spot also.

Kissing, sucking, licking. 

Gods.

You feel that familiar sensation building in your stomach now at these thoughts. 

It’s definitely someone who works out going by the memories you see being replayed. 

You being turned over, head pushed into the pillow, ass up, all these come flooding back to you.

Being filled with their cock. Squirming underneath their hold on you as you feel the sting of your walls stretching whilst adjusting to their size. 

The rolling of their hips, the sound of their skin slapping against yours as they pounded you from behind. 

Pounded you into this very mattress you are laid on now.

There are more kisses, deeper ones this time as they hovered above you. 

You’re laid on your back, legs wrapped around their waist as you glance down, catching glimpses of their cock pushing inside you.

Your head falling back in absolute pleasure.

The moans falling from your mouth.

They knew how to fuck that’s for sure!

Your fingers retract into a fisted ball, muscle memory of last night perhaps? As you now see yourself scratching the mystery man’s back, marking him, he cries out both in pain and pleasure, causing him to push deeper and harder into you.

You grabbed their hair, pulling their gaze to meet yours.

You wanted them to see you come undone.

Wanted them to see what they had done to you here in this very hotel room. 

Your hands reach up to your own face now, like it’ll help you try to work out a name to this mystery guy who fucked you so well.

Your eyes fly open as you saw their face. 

“Charles!” 

You don’t mean to say their name out loud but a thousand things fly through your mind.

“Mmm?” comes a voice from underneath the bunched up sheets as he starts to stir awake.

Fuck! You say internally this time.

It was Charles, the Charles Leclerc.

You slept with the Ferrari driver last night!

Swallowing down a breath, it stinging the dryness of your throat. 

Gods. What have I done??

What have we done??

You throw up a second prayer to the sky, please, please say no one else knows about this. 

No one has seen anything outside these 4 walls.

You may seem over dramatic but the people of F1, engineers, team mates, journalists, governs, managers, the fans (especially) will not let this lie if they find out.

There’s always been flirting amongst you two.

You’ve both always been pitted together by others to be a couple.

You’ve seen countless of edits being made and shared online about how you were the ‘ideal couple’ 

Shared alongside complete innocent footage that had been turned into something that looked like the type of relationship your fans wanted for you and the driver from Monaco.

There’s always been others on the grid too, trying to push you both into situations where this would be the outcome.

Pierre and Lando being the absolute children they could both be whenever you and Charles would have to share a car on the track together or had an interview together. 

Alex too, as Lily was desperate for another F1 wag but you were a racing driver also, could that even be possible?

You always had a crush on the Ferrari driver, even working your way up through F2 you had watched him race under Alpha.

He was obviously very attractive and always seem to scout you out after an eventful race or to be the first driver to praise you after each successful race week. 

But you never thought he would actually feel the same way as you did.

The others…

You think, as you start to panic about where did they end up last night as you’re sure that elevator was still pretty packed with drivers when we reached the top floor. 

They’ll never let you live this down.

Charles is up now, you turn towards the window in a panic but he doesn’t look your way as he walks over to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Shit! 

What if he doesn’t feel the same way.

What if he doesn’t even remember last night and is now going through the same journey of realisation that you went through but only this time, he regrets it.

You need to get out of here. 

You spot your phone on Charles side of the bed, shuffling over a bit, you reach out to grab it but the bathroom door opens at the same time.

You look at him right in the eyes.

He stares at you in shock at first and then his gaze softens as the same cheeky grin you’ve seen many a time before flashes across his face.

“Good morning Mon Chérie …” 

#chalres leclerc #pov #smut fic #over18 #formula 1 #beware the swear