#dom! hunter

[decembermidnight]

Don't lose your focus

Summary: As a Jedi Padawan fighting during the Clone Wars, you and your Master are used to teaming up with Clones. But none are as intriguing as Clone Force 99 and their leader, Sergeant Hunter. Sparks fly immediately and it's difficult to keep your focus. With the mission complete, perhaps the two of you will finally give in and indulge in your desires...

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, Dom!Hunter, use of pet names (sweetheart), shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol consumption, masculinity kink, voice kink, light choking, hand kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm delay, creampie

A/N: This is the result of me watching The Bad Batch while ovulating. This is (probably) not how the Force works but your honour I was horny. Thank you to my dear @thefrogdalorian for the immense help and support! I love you so much! Amazing divider by @saradika-graphics At the end of the fic you'll find the links to some amazing Hunter fanarts I found here on Tumblr! These were such an inspiration when writing and I wanted to thank and credit the artists for creating such amazing pieces!

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Another day, another dangerous mission in the Outer Rim.

Nothing new for you and your Master who are used to leading these missions successfully. The only difference is that this time you'll be assisted by Experimental Unit Clone Force 99. It’s the first time you even heard about them, but your superiors assured you they’re best suited for this job. A highly-skilled squad of defective clones with desirable mutations? Sounds interesting.

Apparently, The Bad Batch, as they call themselves, despise rules and protocol and adopt unusual methods to get the job done… Much like you and your Master.

Their ship has just made a bumpy landing on the field, causing a fuss. You watch curiously as the squad descends the ramp. There are four of them, and they undoubtedly look badass in their black armour.

The first one – their leader, you assume – removes his helmet and... damn. Damn. He's hot, with a confident look in his deep brown eyes. He also has long, wavy, dark hair; a feature which has always been a weakness of yours. His face is half covered in a tattoo that resembles a skeleton. He's undoubtedly the most charming of the Batch, and also the most attractive clone you’ve ever come across.

“I’m Sergeant Hunter,” he rasps as he greets you and your Master. His voice is deep and husky, very different from those of all the other clones you’ve met so far.

After introducing himself, Hunter moves to quickly describe the peculiarities that make each of the members of the team unique. As you stand back to observe them, you can’t help thinking just how much fun they are. Wrecker (the strong one) is getting reluctantly lectured by Tech (the smart one) while Crosshair (the laconic and lethal sniper) stands there in silence. He reminds you of your Master so much.

As much as you enjoy observing the rest of the squad, you find your gaze returns to Hunter, the clone with enhanced senses. You are unable to tear your eyes away from him. You know you have to keep it together, but you can’t help eating him with your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his body, on the way his pauldrons make his shoulders even broader, how much the black colour of his armour suits him. 

You have just begun fantasising about the way his strong body would look without the armour when you notice Hunter staring directly at you. Busted. You lock eyes for a few seconds and you just know that he understands the nature of the thoughts you’re having about him. Then, your pounding heart skips a beat when Hunter winks at you. It is a split-second gesture that is over so quickly amidst the chaos of the conversation, a little secret between the two of you. You smile flirtatiously at him in response.

The whole group begins heading towards their ship, The Marauder. While the rest of the Batch and your Master head up the ramp towards the ship that will take you to the rendezvous point, you and Hunter pause at the bottom.

“I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, breaking the silence with his deep, raspy voice.

"I am a Jedi, not a sweetheart," you point out teasingly and look at him with crossed arms, trying to sound tough.

"A Padawan," he reminds you with a smirk on his face.

You watch curiously as Hunter takes your braid – the unmistakable sign of your rank as an apprentice – between his fingers. He gently rolls it between his gloved finger and thumb contemplatively as his brown eyes meet your gaze once again. 

"I technically outrank you, Sergeant," you say, challenging him.

"You do, Commander," Hunter nods, but makes no effort to move his hand away from your braid, or to interrupt eye contact.

Hunter can tell that you don’t mind the gesture. As if to push the boundaries further, he moves his hand from your braid to gently place it on your cheek. The leather of his glove feels soft against your face. You are stunned that a seasoned soldier such as him can actually be so gentle in the way he touches you.  

You can feel the tension coming from the two of you, a simmering fire somewhere deep within. It's only a matter of time before it boils over. You look at each other straight in the eyes, neither one of you daring to look away.

Just as you're about to tease him with yet another witty reply, you hear the sound of footsteps at the top of the ramp.

"Hey, Hunter, are you gonna come with us or what?!" Wrecker shouts, abruptly interrupting your shameless flirting.

"On my way," Hunter replies, without breaking eye contact with you.

His intense gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks at you apologetically and turns to head up to the ramp and onto the Marauder.

As soon as Hunter turns away from you, you realise just how hard your heart is thundering in your chest. His gaze was so intense that it made you forget to breathe properly. So much for the Jedi breathing techniques. It turns out if there is a handsome man with dark eyes flirting with you, they lose all effectiveness. You take a deep breath, filling your burning lungs with oxygen. 

When you enter the ship, you are still trembling. As you take a seat next to your Master, you try to ignore his accusatory glare. You feel his eyes burning into your soul as the guilt threatens to overwhelm you, even though nothing too scandalous happened.

As the Marauder enters hyperspace, your Master takes a seat on the cold metallic floor in an isolated area of the ship. Meditating before battle is a ritual he always follows and you immediately join him. It can help you shift your focus back to where it should be – on the mission. Only, you can't focus. 

Instead of your mind becoming one with the Force, you're highly attuned to the actions of the members of the squad. It is as though you can see them as if you were standing before them: Tech studying the holo-maps, Crosshair cleaning his sniper rifle, Wrecker taking a nap, and of course, Hunter. He is mindlessly playing with his vibroknife as he slouches on a crate. 

You are entranced by the way his fingers move across the handle and the blade. Maker, the movement of his hand and fingers – you can't focus on anything else as he makes the knife masterfully swirl between them. There's something so erotic about the way he plays with it. Your mind wanders to think about his hands roaming on your body, slipping between your thighs, skillfully rubbing your clit. You fantasise about how quickly Hunter would make you come, how hard your orgasm would be as it tore through you, leaving you a trembling wreck.

Your focus then goes to his muscular thighs. Hunter’s legs are spread wide and he looks so effortlessly masculine. The aura of confidence he radiates as he comfortably sits there, taking up the entire crate as he lounges on top of it, gives you even more thoughts that are unbecoming of a Padawan. It makes you almost dizzy with want as you think about how much you want to straddle him and ride him into ecstasy.

“Are you done?” your Master’s cold voice interrupts your filthy train of thought with a brief and concise message through the Force.

He heard your thoughts. Each and every single one. Your Master caught you red-handed. How embarrassing.

You are too mortified to even mumble an apology, through the Force or otherwise. Instead, you sit there wishing you could be anywhere else in the galaxy as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and pull your hood up to hide your flustered face in your cape.

Luckily, before the awkward moment can continue for any longer, Tech announces the imminent jump out of hyperspace. You still cannot bear to make eye contact with your Master, shrinking into your blessedly baggy cape as you begin the descent into the planet’s atmosphere...

The mission was a success – you and your Master worked your magic with the precious support of Clone Force 99. What seemed like a desperate operation, turned out to be an extremely important victory for the Republic. Training with your Master has been so hard, but damn did that pay off. You slayed all your enemies elegantly and effortlessly, just like he taught you. The whole Bad Batch congratulated you two. Wrecker was especially impressed, electing the two of you as his favourite Jedi. What an honour. Hunter also invited you and your Master to celebrate the victory by having a drink all together in a cantina.

Just as you’re about to enter the cantina and join the Bad Batch, your Master calls your name. You stop in your tracks, scared that he might reprimand you for the way you acted today. You begin panicking and thinking back to what happened in guilt…

When you and your Master had taken off your heavy capes before engaging in battle, you noticed Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a skin-tight dark suit, after all.

It was a fact you decided to exploit after Hunter had given his squad their orders for the mission. You walked away swaying your hips, making sure you gave him a great opportunity to look at your ass. You remember how you could feel his eyes glued to it. You could also feel his desire for you. It was impossible for him to hide; it permeated him, radiated from him. Maker, you love making him crumble.

You think back to the way Crosshair rasped, "Hunter, don't lose your focus.”  You are certain that is what your Master is about to scold you for.

Instead, you watch in shock as a half smile appears on your Master’s face, something you don't see very often.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you,” he nods.

Since when does your Master pay you compliments like this?

“Th-Thank you,” you stammer, caught off-guard by how unexpected his praise is.

“You fulfilled your duties as a Jedi. Now, go and have your fun.”

You don’t have time to respond before he turns on his heel and walks away, cape billowing in the breeze. You know your Master doesn’t often like to stick around after missions, often needing some quiet time to himself to decompress and meditate. You let him go, knowing that he will find his way back to the Marauder before it departs, as he always does.

As you step into the Cantina, a smile spreads on your face when you notice the Bad Batch sitting at a table with a full flagon of booze and an empty seat for you to toast your success. You and Hunter lock eyes again as he invites you to sit in that spot close to him.

Hunter loses no time in placing his arm around your shoulders while smiling at you. You lean into his embrace, feeling comforted and protected.  The warm presence of his arm around you makes you smile contentedly. It feels so good to let the guard down for once, especially if you're in the arms of a handsome, strong and charming man such as Hunter.

As the night goes on, the three other members of The Bad Batch keep conversing with each other, giving you and Hunter the opportunity to speak privately. It’s as though the background noise fades out. You don't even bother focusing on the discourse the others are having. It’s just you and Hunter flirting shamelessly now.

“You know, I've never seen a ship like yours. I wish I had time to properly explore it... Thoroughly," you flirt with him while draining the last few dregs in your flagon.

"Want me to give you a tour, sweetheart?" he says with a smile on his face, perfectly understanding your intentions.

"Would be cool, yeah," you reply.

Hunter offers you his hand and you gladly accept it with a mischievous smile.

Just as you stand, you feel the alcohol has definitely kicked in. You’re not drunk though, just a little bit tipsy, enough to make you brave and go get exactly what you want.

As soon as you and Hunter get out of the cantina and find yourselves alone in the dark alley, you both give into the instincts you tried to suppress all day long. Hunter pins you to the wall as you pull him closer at the same time, until you join in a passionate, longing kiss.

You welcome his tongue in your mouth as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch and the way he kisses you are so confident that you clench around nothing, holding him tighter as you moan in his mouth. Maker, you want him. His whole body jolts when he feels that, pinning you harder against the wall, mentally cursing the armour that is preventing him from feeling the softness of your body against his. 

He stops kissing you just so he can look at how stunning you are under the moonlight, hot and flustered after that first, heavy session of making out.

"Look at you. So beautiful," he whispers as he cups your face with his hand, the other one still lingering around your waist. Hunter is treating you like the most precious thing in the galaxy now that he can finally have you all for himself. You lean into his gentle touch as he takes in all the features of your face, especially the way your eyes glimmer with admiration and arousal for him.

You look at his deep, dark and expressive brown eyes and the strong, masculine features of his face that make you throb with need. Your hand caresses his cheek, following the lines of his skeleton tattoo and the contour of his chiseled jaw. He observes you as a sweet smile appears on your face, making you look irresistible and drawing his lips closer to yours once again…

"Hey! Where's Hunter?!" you hear Wrecker shout from inside of the tavern, just as your lips are mere inches apart.

You and Hunter both laugh as you resume the kissing. It's like the whole galaxy stops existing. For a soldier who has seen nothing but war, his kisses are to die for. Your tongues twirl in each other's mouths and it's like his greedy lips can't ever get enough of yours. His mouth is hot like a damn furnace as he takes all the time in the galaxy to worship you with his lips, letting his hands wander throughout your body. You're getting soaked already, feeling your arousal slowly dripping down your legs as a throbbing need pulsates between your thighs. You moan in his mouth as you dig your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss is getting deeper and more passionate as you go on. 

Hunter's lips start to trail down to your neck, making you sigh deeply as he covers it in kisses. Your scent drives him wild. He can smell your pheromones, feeling you're unmistakably full of desire. He can't resist and just gives a swift lick from the base of your neck to your ear that makes you sharply stifle a gasp, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair.

"Let's go to the Marauder, shall we?" he rasps in your ear, a voice full of lust that gives you goosebumps.

"Y-yes…" you stutter, feeling light-headed with arousal and being incapable of hiding it.

He offers you his hand as you enter the ship. The two of you cut a clumsy path through the Marauder towards Hunter’s bunk, frequently taking breaks where Hunter desperately pushes you against the cool steel walls of the ship, your arms clinging tight to his shoulders and his face buried in your neck.

"Maker... Take off your armour," you plead as his teeth dig into your delicate skin like a feral beast would do with his prey.

He does, letting each piece fall to the ground as you go on kissing each other, leaving a trail of armour pieces on the floor as you slowly make your way towards his bunk. He looks stunning with just his tight black suit on. You take in the broadness of his shoulders, the way his pectorals stand out, highlighted by the tightness of the suit and grope the strong muscles of his biceps. Oh, fuck. How much do you love a man. Tall, muscular, strong, confident, with dark eyes and a head full of long, wavy hair. A Man. 

You moan in his mouth when you feel his thick biceps flexing under your touch. A smile forms on his lips as he feels how much you like this. As his arms wrap around your body, yours go in his hair. Maker, how safe do you feel in his arms. It's such an innate instinct – wanting to be held in the arms of a strong man, surrendering and trusting him, something that usually you would never be permitted to do in your life as a Jedi.

You can feel his erection against your lower belly, straining against his extremely thin black suit. His fingers hook in the hem of your pants, yanking them down over your ass, exposing your drenched cunt as he sits you down in his bunk.

He kneels before you, taking your boots and pants off and spreads your legs, his dark eyes looking into yours as a smirk appears on his face.

"Hunter–" you sigh.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart," he coos as he starts to kiss your inner thigh.

The vision makes you tremble with lust and your hands helplessly clench into fists in a desperate attempt to grab the material under you to keep you steady. Your legs shake but he keeps them steady in his strong arms. He goes on trailing kisses on your inner thighs without ever stopping looking at you. He's taking his time with it, wanting to enjoy the way your whole body is throbbing with need. Your breathing gets more and more shallow as his mouth gets closer to where you want him the most. 

You lift your gaze from Hunter’s dark brown eyes, shutting your eyes for a mere fraction of a second, trying to alleviate the aching need you feel. Hunter chooses that moment to finally give you what you need. With a quick lick to your clit, your whole body jerks into his touch and a whimper escapes from your lips.

Hunter smirks up at you, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a smug, satisfied look. Then, he proceeds to bury his face between your legs and masterfully lick your swollen clit. His tongue brings you so much pleasure that your back arches involuntarily, pushing yourself further into his mouth. You moan his name and grab a handful of his long, thick hair. He purrs in your cunt when you entangle your fingers in his hair and you notice how his grip on your legs becomes tighter.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" you exclaim in ecstasy, barely able to form words.

One of his hands releases its grasp on your legs, which he has been using to keep you spread open for him. You throw your head back gasping as he slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside you. 

"So tight," he growls with a smirk on his face.

Hunter pumps his fingers inside of you, slowly increasing the rhythm, ensuring that you’re stretched out for him. It is a motion that brings you so much pleasure you wonder how it could possibly get better. Your whole body jerks in pure bliss under his touch. He enjoys looking at you like this, you can see it from how darkened his eyes are with lust.

For a brief second, his fingers and mouth leave your cunt, leaving you devastatingly empty. You watch in awe as Hunter sticks them in his mouth, without breaking eye contact with you. He sucks on his fingers, humming while closing his eyes to savor your taste from places where his tongue can’t reach.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he rasps as he resumes fucking you with his fingers.

He watches you contort under him, moaning and begging for him to return his skillful mouth between your thighs. Your hips thrust up and down right in front of his face. You are shamelessly fucking yourself on his fingers, inviting him to bury his face back in your folds. You desperately bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Damn, you're so beautiful like this," he says before his mouth goes back exactly where you wanted.

Then, Hunter does something absolutely devastating. While he continues licking your clit, he starts sucking it gently, all as he continues pumping his thick fingers inside of you. Hunter wants to draw an orgasm from you, his actions becoming more and more frantic as you grow closer to your climax. He can feel by the irregular way you breathe and shake that you're close. 

"Yes. Yes. Like this. Let go, sweetheart," he encourages you.

It's only a matter of seconds before you come, writhing under him. Your legs are wrapped around his head, squishing it. You scream his name so loud it echoes in the Marauder. Hunter is pleased as he looks at your blissed-out expression and feels your cunt clamping around his fingers. Your back arches as you ride your orgasm, pushing yourself further into his tongue so you can feel him licking you through your orgasm. Hunter purrs into your cunt, loving the way you let go around him. He loves how his face is getting soaked in your arousal, so addicted to the way you taste.

Hunter holds you steady as your orgasm fades out. When you regain your senses, you slowly release your grip on his hair. Only then he props himself up and slowly unzips his suit, showing you the beautiful golden skin underneath. A warm contrast under the black, tight layer.

The dark hairs on his chest are perfectly trimmed, accentuating each of his toned muscles and the tattoos which decorate his thick, masculine body. Your gaze is locked on his hand trailing down his abdomen, his muscles rippling as he approaches the hem of his pants. 

You shamelessly look at the bulge in his dark suit, a sight that makes your mouth water. Hunter’s lips curve into a smirk once again, noticing that you like what you see. The smug look on his face makes you throb with need once again, despite the fact that he just gave you an intense orgasm.

He hooks his thumb in the hem of his pants, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly pulls the material down to reveal the trimmed, dark hairs around the base of his thick cock.

Hunter notices the intense way you look at it and hears the whimper you just tried to suppress in your throat. He can feel your heart rate going up. It makes him smirk confidently as he goes on, finally freeing his hard, thick cock. You gulp while looking at it, as he uses the same fingers he had buried in you to cover it in your arousal. He gives it a few, firm strokes to ensure it’s nice and wet for you. The mere vision of it makes you bite your lip to muffle another impatient whimper.

Then he is on you, peeling your shirt away from your quivering body, rejoicing when he can finally touch it and worship it with his mouth. Hunter trails kisses across your collarbones and down towards your breasts. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh there, before softly biting your nipples. You gasp when you feel his erection hard against your cunt. He starts to thrust his hips against yours so his cock can rub against your drenched core, getting it soaked in your juices. Your mind turns completely blank at that, heart thundering in your chest as his hands roam across your body. 

Hunter aligns himself to your entrance, groaning as his cock slowly makes its way inside of you. You admire his restraint. You know how much he probably wants to take you with one thrust, but instead he is being so gentle and careful with you, making sure that you are well-adjusted to his size.

He takes your jaw in his hand, looking deep inside your eyes as his thick cock stretches you open. You struggle to keep eye contact with him, unlike earlier when you were flirting with him. Now, your eyes only want to roll backwards. The pleasure you feel as he splits you open is overwhelming your body and senses.

You pathetically try to mumble some incoherencies, but he's quick to shut you up with a kiss. Hunter growls low in his throat when he feels your walls desperately clenching around him, as he buries himself into you to the hilt.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good," he rasps, almost desperately before giving you another wet kiss. Then, he raises his hips only to bury his cock deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth.

"How – how can you feel so fucking good?" he whimpers.

Hunter’s large hands gently cup your face, as he continues placing passionate kisses against your lips while thrusting into you. You notice his kisses become more desperate as he slowly increases the rhythm. As Hunter picks up the pace, he buries his face in your neck, panting low in your ear. 

You are certain that he can’t go any faster, before he proves you wrong. He increases the pace to a brutal rhythm, fucking you so hard you start screaming.

"So loud,” he rasps, “They're gonna hear us in the Cantina." 

"Then make me shut up," you whisper daringly.

A blaze of lust glimmers in his eyes as you lay down that challenge. Something shifts inside of him as he gives you a feral, animalistic look. Hunter quickly covers your mouth with his hand, showing you his more dominant, commanding side which makes you clamp tightly around his cock.

"Oh, you like this," he smirks, satisfied that this is precisely what you wanted all along.

You nod frantically. There is no use hiding how much this turns you on. Despite how much Hunter shows care towards you, you suspect there is something darker which lingers below the surface. You want to draw it out of him. 

"What else do you like, hm?" he coos as he wraps his other hand around your throat, lightly choking you, his thumb rubbing your throat possessively.

The sight of you, looking so vulnerable under him as he can finally dominate you makes him frantic with lust. Gone are the measured thrusts and even rhythm of before. Something feral has overtaken Hunter, a desperate need to claim you. He continues silencing your moans with one hand around your throat and one across your mouth, muffling your gasps as he wrecks you with his cock. 

Having Hunter's hand muffling your own moans gives you the opportunity to hear his desperate grunts and pants as they mix with the obscene, squelching sound his cock makes each time he thrusts into you. You close your eyes in bliss, enjoying this moment of pure pleasure. 

"Can't keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart? Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes," he growls.

You can't help but whimper at that, at how authoritative he sounds. The Sergeant of The Bad Batch is dominating the fuck out of you. You are a moaning, gasping mess beneath him, unable to think about anything other than how good being furiously pounded by him feels. 

"I didn't catch that,” Hunter rasps as he slowly lifts his hand from your mouth. He leans down to put his ear against your mouth “What were you saying, sweetheart?"

"L-let me – fuck!” you gasp, too blissed out to form words.

“Use your words,” Hunter commands, slowing his thrusts down so you can finally speak.

“Let me touch you!" you beg, unable to care about how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you can think about is roaming your hands around the warm, firm expanse of his body.

Hunter smirks, intrigued by your request, only too happy to oblige you. He grabs your hand roughly by the wrist and positions it over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing and contracting under your touch as he thrusts into you. His body is as hard as iron and on fire like a damn furnace, burning with lust.

"Maker…" you whisper.

You let your hand trail up to his firm chest. You grope his pectorals, appreciating the firmness of his muscles. Your cunt clenches around his cock at the sight of your hand against his golden skin. A smirk appears on his face, enjoying what he does to you.

Your hand goes up to his broad shoulder, rubbing over it before you move your hand towards his back. You feel how his muscles strain there with each thrust as he continues pounding into you at a relentless pace. Both of your hands are now caressing his back, feeling every single dimple under your fingertips. Just as you try pulling him close, he starts to give it to you even harder. You scratch your fingernails along his back. You watch in awe as Hunter moans in your mouth at that. 

"Could–could fucking smell how much you wanted me earlier. You distracted me the whole time. Couldn't think of anything else besides how good you'd look with my cock inside of you,” he rasps in your neck before biting you, growling wildly as he does. “I was so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," Hunter grunts. 

He's so feral for you, fucking you so hard. You can't even mumble a response.

"Smell so good – so fucking good–" he whispers in your ear.

"D-don't s–stop," you mumble in your cockdrunk delirium.

"I can't, sweetheart. This cunt's all I ever wanted,” he growls, “Gonna make you mine. Mine." 

"Oh, fuck… Yes," you pant as he props himself up, kneeling in front of you without stopping that devastating rhythm for even half a second.

He looks at your body, at the way your boobs bounce with each thrust as he gives it go you even harder, holding on tight to your legs, using them as leverage to bury himself even deeper inside of you. Seeing him like this makes you remember just how badly you wanted to ride his cock earlier.

"Hunter. Hunter. I want to ride you," you whimper.

"Is that an order, Commander?"

"Y–yes. Yes. Order. S–s-sergeant," you mindlessly go on as he keeps thrusting his cock inside of you.

The thought of you bouncing on his cock makes him throb. In an instant, Hunter lifts you in his arms as if you were weightless and makes you straddle him. He sits with his back against the wall of the bunk. His hands are on your waist and you immediately start rocking your hips up and down, giving into your fantasy from earlier.

"Such a good soldier… So good at following orders," you whisper against his lips.

"Yeah… Sometimes," he smirks before gripping your hair and stealing another wet, hot kiss that makes you melt into him even further.

Your head rolls back in pleasure at the way his cock feels from this position. It's devastating, hitting something deep within you. You almost lose yourself in that feeling, but Hunter won’t allow you to. Even though you are on top of him, Hunter is quick to remind you who’s in charge as he takes your jaw in his hand.

"Eyes on me," he orders firmly.

"Yes, Sergeant," you moan. 

You swear you feel him throbbing and choke a grunt when he hears the sensual way you pronounce his title. Clearly, using his rank in this context has done something to Hunter. He moves his thumb between your lips and you suck it provocatively, never stopping yourself from meeting his gaze. Hunter’s pupils widen at the sinful way your lips envelop his finger and your tongue gently touches it. His eyes take into your sensual, precious beauty, before bringing you to him and kissing you again.

Your bodies are damp in sweat and rubbing against one another. Your nipples deliciously catch against his hairy, broad chest. You continue moaning into each other's mouths; your tongues never stop touching.

"Hunter, I'm gonna come–" you whimper.

"Hold it for me, sweetheart," he rasps in a sweet, yet dark voice, having the opposite effect from what he intended.

"Please, I want to come on your cock," you plead desperately.

"Not yet," he smirks.

Hunter grabs your hips and guides your movements so that your clit starts to rub against his pelvis. You let out a loud moan as you hold on to him tighter, digging your nails in his shoulders.

"I can't hold it!" you scream with your eyes shut.

He grabs your chin in his hand, clearly uninterested in your desperate appeals.

"Look at me," he says firmly as you open your eyes. Your vision is too blurry to focus on him but you try nonetheless.

"Now come for me, sweetheart," he rasps darkly.

You obey his order and come hard around his cock. An overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure starts at your core and completely takes over your body. You’re wrecked by uncontrollable shakes as Hunter holds you in his strong arms. You scream and pant as you ride your high. Your eyes roll backwards while Hunter focuses on how beautiful you look when you lose control. Especially when he is the one responsible for it.

Hunter feels your heart running in your chest and every single contraction of your muscles around his cock. The unmistakable, heady scent of sex that fills the Marauder drives him insane, making him burst inside of you. He grunts loudly as he fills you up with his load, holding you tight in his grasp.

You moan in each other's mouths, your forehead leaning on his as you look into each other’s eyes. You never leave each other’s gaze as you both give into the highest of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, your rhythm slows down until it stops completely. Your bodies are intertwined like vines, naked and sweaty as you catch breath in each other’s embrace.

You really do make a great team, after all.

Fanarts: Hunter's back + Shirtless Hunter by @mesvi Hello handsome by @corukant Wet Hunter by @iszapizza Hunter under the shower by @shakall Hunter and his vibroknife by @ve-ti-ver Hunter under the shower by @cloned-eyes Hunter taking off his shirt + Tech by @constant-brain-fog Hunter taking a shower by kaijurave (on twitter/x)

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Heartbeat with Vampire Ellie Williams

Kinktober Day Eleven!

VAMPIRE!ELLIE X MONSTER HUNTER!READER

Word Count: 3.3K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS: Swearing, vampire x human, heartbeat kink, blood drinking, strap-on use, dom!ellie, sub!reader, hardcore sex, biting, hair pulling, attempted suicide, implied character death, minor angst, fluffy ending (yea thats a warning. fuck me)

SYNOPSIS: You are sent to investigate supposed monster activity at an abandoned log cabin. But what hides within was a monster that you had never faced in your life before. And she turns your entire world upside-down.

“We’ve been getting reports of monster activity in the cabin on the hill. We know it’s out of your way, but all of our other operatives are down from the wolf attacks. Can you go check it out?”

You stared down at your phone with an aggressive huff, tossing the device on your bed and wishing you had never chosen this career. Monster hunting was a thankless job. According to not only the state, but the world, you did not exist. The MDA (Monster Defense Agency) was your entire life. No wife, no children, no pets, no family… You didn’t have a life. So, you made it into work.

You took a brief shower and suited up before heading to the cabin. You’ve been doing this shit for almost six years now, and you have been on the receiving end of many nasty monsters. Facing off against the werewolves of Seattle, the shapeshifting dragons of Haven, the cultist demons in Jackson, even the glowing evil faeries of Boston. You had been all over the map and slaughtered many monsters in your life (or lack thereof).

But this was by far the freakiest assignment.

You pulled up to the cabin, shutting off the lights to your truck first before pulling on the dirt path. The sun wasn’t even up yet, and you didn’t know what to expect as you went to the trunk and pulled out the Smith & Wesson revolver, checking the chamber to make sure it was fully loaded.

There was no point in using a Kevlar. Monsters don’t use bullets. So, you opted for chainmail under your jacket instead. Most monsters were permeable to silver, so you went with your knowledge as best as you could and stepped inside of the house.

The cabin floorboards creaked with every single step inside as you slowly reached for the flashlight on your hip and held it next to your pistol that you aimed at the empty space in front of you.

“Where are you…” You whispered angrily, a soft growl in your throat as you did a few circles. You were confident in your hearing, and felt like nothing could startle you, or sneak up on you… And yet, the front door behind you slammed shut loud enough to rattle the entire house.

You jumped backward, pointing the gun at the closed door, but saw no one standing there. What the actual fuck?

“Calm down… was just the wind…”

“Are you sure?” You jumped again, body slamming against the surface of the wooden door and staring off into the dark log cabin ahead. Where did that voice come from? You felt your heart racing inside of your chest and your blood rushed to your ears. This wasn’t a normal monster’s presence… No, this was a monster you’ve never faced before.

You stepped forward, hands shaking against your instruments as you took a shaky breath to try and calm down. And when you heard something crash in the distance, you almost screamed. The voice began laughing… Why did this monster sound so sexy?

“I can hear you, agent…” Your stomach twisted uncomfortably at their words.

You inhaled hard and bit down on your lip. “Yeah? Wasn’t going for subtle.”

“Your people never go for subtle,” They taunted. You swallowed hard. “But I wasn’t talking about your footsteps… or your breathing…”

“Cut the shit, monster,” You barked, stepping towards the staircase to check the second floor of the cabin. Only so many places for this thing to hide. “What do you hear, huh?” You pulled the hammer back on your revolver. “Was it that?”

“No,” They chuckled in the darkness. You shivered, feeling your heart race even faster from their laugh. And for some reason, you heard them moan. “That’s what I hear.”

“Stop messing with me,” You were getting pissed off. “What could you be—”

“Your heartbeat.”

Your entire body froze in place at hearing their presence behind you. Your heart began pounding behind your ribs like a bird in a cage. Very slowly, you turned yourself around, fingers trembling around your pistol before you were face to face with said monster.

Instinctively, you went to pull the trigger, but before you could even blink, the gun was wretched from your hands and the barrel was now pressing to your forehead. The flashlight clattered to the floor and you had no choice but to hold up your hands in surrender.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” The monster taunted you. Your body trembled in terror, heart racing and blood rushing. You kept the noises of distress to yourself, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of your sounds. “The way the body responds to fear… The blood rushes from your heart and to your limbs… it makes it so you can use your flight, or fight responses. Which do you prefer?”

The monster got closer to your face… and they were now mere inches from you. The sun was rising and the soft glow from the early break of dawn slowly illuminated the monster’s face… But this was not a monster you had seen before.

The short auburn hair was down in a wild like mullet style around the freckled face of the woman holding the pistol to your face. There was a slight green tint over her irises, but you didn’t get the chance to admire that color before they flashed a deep red and you backed up against the wall. She pushed you into the wall and your heart began racing even faster… but for an entirely different reason now.

“Call me a fucking monster,” She teased, her eyes trailing across your body before refocusing on your eyes. “But I’m not the one getting horny over this.”

“Get the fuck away from m—” Your words were cut off and the monster charged, dropping your pistol to the ground and shoving you against the wall. Her hands curled around your neck, and she squeezed, eyes flashing almost golden in the dark and staring down into your eyes. You were unable to look away, almost like you were falling into a trance… She was digging around inside of your mind and searching within your very soul.

The soft hum of her presence inside your head was almost addictive… You felt yourself falling inside of whatever she was offering, and you felt your mouth watering… What was happening? Why had she not killed you yet? What kind of monster was she?

“You want this,” She spoke for you. A low sigh left your throat through the soft squeeze of her hands. She wasn’t hurting you, just holding you down… But you were beyond resisting.

“I want this…” You spoke hypnotically.

“I can feel you… I can see things even you can’t see in your head.”

“Wh-what are you doing to me?”

She chuckled and leaned forward a little more, her foot tapping against the pistol that was long forgotten on the floor. Her lips were inches away from yours and you felt like you were going to explode if she didn’t actually finish what was obvious now that you wanted from her. “Nothing that you don’t want… Tell me what you want. Don’t lie about it. What do you want, agent?”

“You.” Voice hoarse and gritty as you reached up and slid your fingers inside her hair. “I don’t know what you are, but I want you.”

The monster grinned and leaned down, her lips a whisper against yours before she finally spilled who she was. “Call me Ellie, sweetheart.”

“Ellie… Ellie please! Please don’t s-stop! Ohfuck, just like that! E-Ellie!”

How did this happen to you? How did you end up lured into the lion’s den? Were you nothing but a gazelle to her?

So many things you expected to happen today. You expected to show up to this cabin, slaughter the monster, return to MDA HQ and collect your payment for the kill. Nothing had gone according to plan… No, now you were feeling things that you’ve never felt before. At the hands of the creature you were sent to kill.

You learned her name, and she learned what made you scream. Ellie had you face first on the bed upstairs inside of the cabin within seconds. The sheets had been fixed, like she had been living here, and you had been made her personal plaything.

You and Ellie had been at this for nearly an hour now. The sun was rising over the horizon, and you laid on your front with your ass in the air. Ellie had a tight grip on your hips and rammed her strap inside of your pussy like it was the last thing she would ever do. Things you knew about this monster… She was strong, had the ability to read a mind better than who it belonged to, and she was fast… So fast that her motions were blurring.

“That’s it,” Ellie growled, her short nails digging into your bare hips as she fucked you even harder. “Say my name, agent. Let the entire valley know… a monster is fucking you so good… that you’re screaming for it.”

“Ellie!! FUCK!! ELLIE!” You screamed in obedience, having no problem with others hearing your cries of euphoria. The louder you screamed, the faster Ellie was moving inside of you. She admired the way your cunt sucked in her huge silicone cock and how your heart was beating in time with her thrusts.

“Can feel your heart… through your skin, fuck, it’s so strong,” Ellie breathed in between her hips smacking into your ass. You whined, biting down on the sheets and stifling your shrieks. Ellie didn’t seem to like that, or maybe she had ulterior motives when she laid down almost on top of you, grabbing your hands into her own and holding them down into the mattress. “Nuh-uh… You’re gonna get louder… Scream louder, agent. Scream for your monster.”

You tried holding back, and then she began to roll her hips against yours. The tip of her massive strap pressed into your cervix, and you felt like your heart was going to burst with how fast it was beating. Every time she did something that made your heart race or your blood rush, Ellie let out her own moan and began to fuck you even faster, or harder. You were starting to think she may have been some twisted god that was praying on you, or rather your cunt that she seemed to not be able to get enough of.

“Yeah? You want it harder?” Ellie teased, her lips pressing into your neck for a moment. You felt your entire body shiver with pleasure, drooling at how the monster was giving you everything and more. You nodded, wondering just how much harder she could possibly go on you.

You expected her to get rougher, or maybe even hold you down completely… No, this was different. You felt something sharp graze against your neck and in a momentary reprieve, you feared that Ellie may actually finish the job and slice your throat… But no.

The sharpness pierced your skin and sunk in, and you whined at the sudden pain, but it quickly faded away… The tickle of Ellie’s hair against your cheek was beginning to clue you in. Ellie breathed in through her nose and began to drink from your bloodstream.

Ellie bit you.

The noise that escaped her was pure beauty and your body reacted, arching into her hips that had yet to falter or slow in their thrusts. You felt like you were floating, and you couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure, or blood loss.

Ellie sucked on your neck, hard. Like you were her favorite treat, and she was starving. The chill that raced down your spine was definitely from the blood loss and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. What if she killed you? What if Ellie drank all of the blood from your body before you even got to cum? What if this was all she wanted from the start? Get you vulnerable and pray upon your desires just so she could feed from you?

Once again, Ellie proved you wrong. She reached down with one hand, and you felt her fingertips press down against your clit, rubbing in quick circles to accompany her dick stretching you like nothing ever has in your life before.

“El… Ellie p-p-ple…please…” Your voice was weak and pathetic now, clearly going delirious from how much blood she has taken from you. Your heart was beating faster, trying to keep you from passing out. Adrenaline kicked in and Ellie swore she was transported to cloud nine. She was in tune with your pleasure through the blood she was taking, and nothing had been this intense in her very long life.

“You gonna cum for me, agent?” Ellie whispered inside of your mind. You weakly cried out, eyes rolling back as tears stained the bed sheets under your body. “Cum for me… you cum, and I will cum with you…”

How could you possibly refuse her request? Ellie rolled her hips at the most perfect angle, rubbed your clit just right, and pulled her teeth out of your neck, pressing her nose into your skin and inhaling your scent like she needed it to live. All of it was too much, and you couldn’t hold back.

The most beautiful crescendo rocked your body and you started squirming under the monster holding you down. Ellie growled, blood dripping from her lips as she spread your legs a bit more and began to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Just like that… Fuck, that’s it baby… nnnnn… keep cumming for me. Don’t stop…”

You didn’t know how it was fucking possible, but your orgasm didn’t stop! The pleasure just kept building on top of itself and your heart raced faster and faster, trying to keep you standing throughout the most intense cumming of your entire life. It was like Ellie wasn’t only feeding on your blood, but also your heart rate.

The longer it lasted, the louder her moans got. Ellie growled like an animal and before you could feel the end, she grabbed your hair and slammed you down into the bed. Her hips stuttered, like she could fucking feel you through the silicone cock and she raked her nails across your flesh.

“Ohfuck! NnnnnnGOD fucking… oh fuck yeah… so good…” Ellie started to groan out nonsense as she met her own high, her body shaking as her hands began to get a bit warmer than before. You felt like you could finally fucking breathe, even if you were barely breathing now.

Ellie slowly pulled free from your gaping pussy, admiring the white ring around the base of her strap before undoing the buckles on her thighs and hips. So focused on getting the harness off her body, she almost didn’t notice how your heart was beating far slower than before… Dangerously slow.

“Hey… hey, look at me,” Ellie reached down and grabbed at your shoulders, turning you onto your back and seeing that your skin was beginning to turn pale. Fear raced over her entire body as she looked down at you and began to panic. “C’mon, open your eyes. It’s okay, look at me… Please, I won’t hurt you, come on…”

What was going on with her? Why did she suddenly care about you like this?

When Ellie first saw you coming down the dirt road in your truck, she saw a quick meal and nothing more. But now… she was fearing for your life. Ellie pressed her fingers against your neck, feeling the pulse in your skin and feeling how it was getting slower and slower.

“No, fuck, please don’t—” She choked on a sob.

Ellie took too much. Your heart couldn’t keep up with the blood she had taken from your body… and you were now dying in her arms.

The sun had finally risen and with the old clock upon the wall, Ellie could see that it was now 10 AM… She stole a glance over her shoulder and saw your body once again. The color was almost gone from your skin and your chest had stopped moving a long time ago. Tears began falling down her face again as she wiped at the streaks on her cheek.

At some point, Ellie had pulled her clothes back on and she had draped a blanket over you. Even if you were dead, she wanted you to have some dignity for when the other MDA agents found you.

Ellie didn’t know anything about you… She didn’t know if you had a spouse, or a family, or even pets… She knew nothing about your life, or who you truly were. She only saw you as something to fuck and feed from, and now she was left with an empty feeling inside of her chest. What was it about you that made her so attached to you in such a short time?

She’s never tasted someone so beautiful before, and never felt the feelings you had offered to her so freely. You didn’t want to be a monster hunter; but it was all you had. It made you feel like your life had a purpose. Ellie saw how many creatures you had killed when she drank from you, but she’s no better. She’s slaughtered men and women alike for centuries just to survive… You were just as much of a monster as her.

So lost in her sadness, Ellie began to cry once again. The one that she never wanted to hurt had ended up dying because she couldn’t control herself. Would it be like this forever? Would she forever be cursed to kill the ones she wished to know? Be forced to watch her lovers die over and over again no matter what?

Ellie thought of her past and thought of the ones she had lost at her own hands… she didn’t know she was moving until her fingers had closed around the handle of the pistol you forgot in the hallway. The sound of the hammer clicking made her flinch as she slowly pressed it against her chest, right where her slow beating heart was.

If this was the rest of her life, she didn’t wish to keep living it. Time to do what you couldn’t do fast enough…

“ELLIE STOP!” The pistol went off, but it shattered the window just above her head, not her heart. Ellie looked up, her eyes widening at seeing you, the color slightly returned to your face, but your eyes… they were red, like hers.

“You’re alive?” She gasped, the pistol falling from her hands once again. Tears began to brim again, and you tilted your head a little, almost like you were confused. But you couldn’t really get the chance to process her words before Ellie jumped forward and pressed her lips against yours. You whined and wrapped your arms around her neck, tasting the monster’s very being on your tongue as you gently licked at her teeth, where the fangs resided behind her lips.

A soft giggle left Ellie as she pulled back and looked down into your eyes, a single tear tracking her face. You wiped it away stroking your thumbs against her jawline and breathing her in.

Don’t leave me, please… Ellie thought, begging.

“I’m not leaving, Ellie.” You spoke out loud, like she had said it directly to you. “Not leaving. Please, I don’t want to go back. To hell with the MDA… You’re no monster.”

Ellie smirked, reaching down and grabbing at your bare thighs, taking notice that you were in fact still naked. The bruise on your neck was prominent around the puncture holes she left behind and she waited for a second… Your heartbeat had returned. It was slower, but so much fucking stronger. Every time it pulsed; Ellie felt like it made her own start beating too. It sent spikes of excitement down to her pussy and she dragged you back to the bedroom.

“I’m not done with you, sweetheart… I want to hear you scream my name again.”

If you were paying attention to your surroundings, you would have noticed when you both walked past the floor length mirror… both of your reflections were gone.

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[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Sub! Zhongli X Chaotic Gore Magala Archon Dom! Male Reader Nsfw {Genshin Impact X Monster Hunter Crossover}

Warnings: anal penetration, daddy kinks, degrading kinks, mind corruption, neck biting, and overstimulation

"Moan louder for me, slut~," you said as you held Zhongli with your enormous wing arms while thrusting inside him hard. "Ahh, y-yes my d-dark a-angel~," Zhongli moaned as he sticked his tongue out. You smirked at him before biting his neck harshly, he moaned once again while arching his back. "Such a good slut for me~," you said as you tightened your grip on him.

The reason why Zhongli called you 'dark angel' is because you are a legendary Archon who everyone fears, however, you come off as friendly and helpful. The main reason why people fear you though is that half of your body is dark while the other is not. Your appearance gave you the nickname, "the Fallen Archon."

You also have the ability to corrupt those who inhales your scales, and Zhongli, who is your lover accidentally inhaled the scales. This causes him to be very submissive towards you, and you know what to do when he accidentally or purposely inhales your scales, and that is to f*ck him senselessly until he passes out and acts like he usual self as if nothing happened the day before.

"You're such a slut Zhongli, inhaling my scales just to get ruined by me~," you said while thrusting inside him harder. "Ahh, I can't help it, d-daddy, mmmmm~," he moaned while drooling in pleasure. You then bit his neck harshly once again before hearing him moan even louder.

You continued to pound him as he slowly began to lose consciousness, and after a few minutes, he eventually did. He didn't gave you enough time to cum inside him though, but at least he got what he wanted, hahaha.

(Time skip)

"Mmm, Y/N, what happened yesterday?" Zhongli asked while waking up, you laughed a bit while playing with his hair, "oh nothing, just me f*cking you like always~," you teased. "Hmph," Zhongli pouted before crossing his arms. It's not your fault that he inhaled your scales and got horny.

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[chrollohearttags]

because I’m feral and deranged right now, I was thinking of early morning sex with Chrollo..like that 3am, waking you up out of your sleep, fucking you in every position until the sun rises because he needs you so bad type of sex..😫

themes: morning sex ofc, black !fem reader, chrollo having wet dreams, masturbation, missionary, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, collapsed back shots, pet names (good girl, princess, sweetheart), soft dom (he’s only aggressive for like .2 seconds) and a lot of praise bc ugh 🥺

in this life, there weren’t many things that Chrollo Lucifer needed to keep himself happy..simple as he was mysterious sometimes, he preferred the relaxed route when it came to a plethora of things.

from the way he so casually handled his business; never making a scene of even the most dangerous of dealings. Choosing to be at home with a good book rather than out in large crowds or events and even in his four year marriage with (y/n)..never so much as even raising his voice or engaging a fight between the two of you.

it was needless to say that he wasn’t a man of many words and not one to become easily riled up. Almost frightening how calm he was. But there were very few instances..certain things that he approached with much passion.

like that of his love for reading..and then there were other times, much like tonight..that he couldn’t even help himself.

his infatuation had gotten the best of him and you were the sole target.

it all began after he had come from yet another ‘meeting’, one you didn’t bother to ask the particulars of; rather just giving him much space and even a quick little massage as he skimmed over the details and asked about your own day.

it was as you were talking though that he began to trail off into deep thought.

watching you strut your pretty ass across the foyer of the lavish penthouse the two of you resided in, per your request. As you were the one with more refined taste in the relationship. Nonetheless, as you so delicately brushed his shoulder blades with those gentle fingers, his breath shuddered nervously, as if it were the first time you touched.

however, the true mind racing didn’t come until you’d circle around his chair, sporting that cute little lace teddy, fresh from the shower..hair all wrapped up in your head scarf and scented with vanilla as you took a seat on his lap. Those same fingertips tracing the lining of his jaw and those plump, soft lips trailing after…

“Mmm..someone’s in quite the mood this evening..I love it.”

straddling the seat of his pants with his hands cupping your waist. Placing his pretty face between your palms and gliding your tongue between his lips. he’d emit a few muffled moans and return them but he seemed rather jaded so you’d restrain yourself.

“I’m sorry, baby..I just missed you, ‘is all. I know you’re probably tired so I’ll stop.”

that he couldn’t attest to. He was rather exhausted so he wanted to retire to bed early and you followed suit. Even if he wanted to keep feeling you up. After a few hours of sleep though, his urges resurfaced and at the crack of dawn nonetheless.

having awoken in the midst of the night, lying next to the love his life, Chrollo would roll over in order to check the time.

2:59am

reading it through half blurred vision. signaling that he had no business being awake this early but alas, there was no going back into slumber anytime soon. It was then that he realized he was left with nothing more than pent up frustration and regret from halting your session earlier.

releasing a huff, he’d toss the covers back, along with his head as he’d glare up at the ceiling through the darkness. It was very unbecoming of him to wake with such intrusive ideas but he couldn’t help himself! After all, he had just experienced one hell of a dream.

one that was rather lucid and involved you bouncing on his cock in the middle of the living floor..crying out his name and coming all over him until he was left in a drooling mess. One you sucked off immediately after!..It was honestly one of the most insane things he’d ever envisioned and yet…

he needed it to be reality!

even though it’d be completely unfair to wake you up for such a selfish thing. Not when he all but turned down your advances earlier. Besides, you were sleeping so damn peacefully, it’d probably be impossible to wake you up.

raking those slender fingers through his slick black hair, Chrollo peered down his toned body; spotting the white ‘Calvin Klein’ inscribed on his elastic waistband..along with his own growing bulge.

cupping his other palm around it, he’d softly grope himself through the material, letting out the quietest grunts. A faint wet spot soaking through it as a sign of him being turned on.

“..looks like I’ll have to handle this myself. Damnit..” uttering in frustration as he peeled back those underwear, springing out his long length and enclosing his fist around it. Slowly pumping, Chrollo released yet another whimper, sucking his teeth to quell those cries.

up and down his shaft it went, gliding from his own self formed slick of precum. Eyes squeezed shut with visions of all his perverted desires plaguing his mind. From imagining the enclosure of his fist being the soaking warmth of your pussy to the sounds of his sweetheart moaning as he fucked you senseless.

“ah!-ha..fuck..” the words choking out in a faint whimper as the movements sped up. By this time, sounds of the bed beginning to creak rang out as well as the weight of the bed shifting. It hadn’t even dawned on him that you had awoken.

but once he realized it and heard you call out to him, he could barely contain himself.

“Chro—“

only half coherent, you’d turn over to check on him, only to be tossed on to your side and tugged into his grasp. Not even a second passed before he was lifting the hem of your lingerie and pressing himself against your backside.

just what exactly had gotten into your husband?! you had never known him to be so worked up but at the moment, you were being immersed in sloppy kisses, tongue submerged between your lips..until you gently pushed him back!

“Baby! What’s the matter? What are you?—“

“Just turn around…and lift your leg up.”

his voice low and growling as he whispered into your ear. From the sound, it was obvious what type time he was on. And you’d assimilate very quickly. Doing exactly that, you’d find his big hands roaming all over your body; from breasts to between your thighs…

soft pecks replacing the straps of your dress on your shoulders. “Mmmm…I’m sorry for waking you, my love..just let me have you..please.”

and you couldn’t deny him after hearing that whiny plea, so in a matter of moments, you’d find yourself completely nude; leg hoisted midair as he held it in place. Now that you were aware of what was happening, you didn’t want him to tease any longer..you needed him in it right now!

“She’s so wet..shit.”

“Yes! So hurry up and fuck me, baby! Please..”

only seconds later did you find yourself impaled on his long length; all eight inches sinking into the warmth of your fertile heat. Almost immediately, he began to move. Bucking those hips upward to thrash and thrust around inside of you.

lips tracing back down your neck and the flick of his tongue across your jugular as he kept a steady pace. “Mmm, princess. Thank you for letting me have you like this..letting me fuck this warm pussy so early. I’m so thankful..”

and he’d continue that doting as he continued to feed you deep strokes from your side, letting a light sheath of white cream form on his shaft. You find yourself clutching his arm, begging for more as held you close.

all the while, he was filling your ear and mind with sweet, loving affirmations..reminding you of just how much you meant to him. It was something about hearing him profess his love with a hand around your throat and him buried to the hilt that drove you insane.

“Oooh, Chro! Don’t stop, baby..right there, yes!”

crying out as he brought his fingers into play and began massaging your clit as well. He couldn’t believe how tight you were gripping him; clamping his cock as those spasms increased. But there wasn’t a chance of him ceasing to make love to you.

“I’m only getting started, trust me..matter of fact..—“

it was then, while still buried balls deep, did he spin you around to lie flat on your back. Suspending those legs in the air yet again as he pressed his full body weight onto your folded frame. That’s when Chrollo placed a hand atop the cushioned headboard and the other gently around your throat.

“Yeah, just like this..that’s perfect..”

and resumed his soft pounding; letting your walls take shape to him yet again. It was so thick and curvy that it couldn’t help but to hit every angle and sensitive point. And to say you were loving it was an understatement.

“..now, I can really see how beautiful you look taking this dick. All those pretty faces and moans you make for me…you’re doing so good, sweetheart..”

cooing as his handsome face loomed over you. Those feet dangling from his shoulders as if it were nothing. Meanwhile, you had felt him pressing his way through your skin; bulging in the bottom pit of your stomach.

“I’m so proud of how quickly you opened up for me. She’s so fucking tight…and yet you fit every inch. Good girl..”

(Y/N) was so overcome with pleasure and ecstasy that your back begun to arch and your nails began to claw his back as he sank further into your warmth, coated in silky slick down to his balls. You had made such a mess of him already that he couldn’t dream of pulling out.

and his words didn’t help you any. If he didn’t stop, you’d probably never let him leave this house again!

eventually, Chrollo took his speed up a notch and began jolting both of your bodies, as well as the bed with it. There was clear aggression in his eyes..the burning desire to give you copious amounts of pleasure and he was making good on the promise.

“Oh my gosh! Why are you fucking me like thissss? Ugh, it feels so good!”

crying out, only to be met with soft chuckles in return and gentle kisses to your forehead as he motioned to brush the top of your hairline. “It’s because you’re so precious to me..I want you to be fucked so good that you cry. That you’ll come so many times, you lose consciousness…the type of sex you deserve. The kind that lets you know how much I love you.”

hearing those sweet words and seeing him stare into your eyes were making you melt within his grasp. So much so, your back raised from the mattress and you’d gasp as that tip hit your spot. Cupping your face into his palms, he’d talk you through that impending orgasm.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna come! Chro, please!”

“That’s it, breathe with me, baby…just relax..”

soothing your soft cries with more gentle pecks; kissing away the tears streaming from your face. You couldn’t hold it any further and only seconds later, he gave you the signal you needed.

moving his mouth to your ear and whispered:

“..and let it out for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and let me have that sweet cum.”

like clockwork, you followed his command only a split second later and released your juices all over him, making quite the mess..one he was very proud to claim. Beaming down with a bright smile, he’d chuckle as he watched you revel in climatic bliss.

he’d continue giving you soft pecks and rubbing your face to help calm down. “Mmm, never gets old, I swear. I love when you squirt on this dick..making such a fucking mess.”

you were faint and a bit disoriented but he’d bring you back with a couple of light taps, swirling his fingertips across the perimeter of your half opened mouth. “So will you let me have some more? I’ll beg if I have to..”

in the midst of your afterglow, you’d crack a smile and giggle, rubbing your palm against his chest, letting those delicate fingertips graze his tattoo. “You’re so cute when you get like this..you know you can get whatever you want, baby.”

that seemed to satisfy him and in a brief moment of stillness, Chrollo teased his digits across your folds as you trembled underneath him but he couldn’t sit for long as he were still throbbing and hadn’t reached his own peak so now it was your turn to drain him dry. So without another second wasted, he’d grasp your ass and give a heavy slap.

“That’s good to hear..”

without warning, he’d flip you over onto your stomach, splaying your legs open from behind as you lie flat against the soaked sheets. Your plump, thick ass sitting upright for him to grope with excitement..giving a gentle squeeze and rub before smacking it once more.

a firm clutch once again on the headboard, his tall frame hovered over your body and his hand placed at the small of your back to steady himself. His cock was swelling more by the moment, just waiting to alleviate the pressure.

being inside of you made him so weak but in the best way possible. So he needed to experience that once more.. “Look at me..” instructing you to tilt your head up at him and when you did, he’d look down and smirk.

seeing those beautiful brown eyes glare into his own was all the motivation he needed..you’d suddenly feel his swollen head split your puffy lips apart and reenter your quivering hole. The familiar moisture of your sex made him suck his teeth. Unlike before, he didn’t take time to get acclimated, only feeding you deep strokes off rip and letting that dick fill you up, pulsating at every corner.

“Ahhhh..right there..I love the way you fuck me, ‘is so good, daddy. Thank you!..”

that compliment causing Chrollo to amp up his movements and like that, he started pounding, letting that chiseled v-line to ricochet off of your bubbly cheeks. His breathing now the one short and labored like yours before and it was clear that he was so close to bursting.

“Yeah? I’m fucking you good, princess? Am I doing a good job?!” rhetorically muttering with a tremble to his tone..almost as if he was breaking. And so it would seem that he was because his rhythm would also become sporadic. “Yes! So fucking good!..”

and with that, he’d double down on that and make you clutch the pillows; biting it to stifle your moans but he’d snatch your head back up because it was the last push he needed to get his orgasm. “Then take it..take my nut! Take it..let me breed this little pussy, please!” His voice cracking as he began to pathetically plea; fucking himself to absolute tears.

“Do it, baby! Please..”

just then, you’d feel him come to a halt, voice cracking one last time before he let out an extremely load groan and a stream of warm cum into your womb. And he didn’t stop until every last drop was in it and even had some spilling out. “Ohhhh!—baby..thank you. Thank you..so fucking much..”

it was almost as if every bit of his energy was drained after that and he’d collapse onto your back, peppering the curvature of your spine with numerous kisses. Eventually, he’d roll over, flat on his back and barely conscious with his chest heaving.

but before he’d clonk out completely, he’d pull you into his embrace and give you one last passionate kiss. “I love you, (y/n). You always know just how to take care..of me.” His sentence trailing off as his eyes shut to resume his slumber. You always did have that effect on him!

softly chuckling, you’d place a peck on his cheek..stroking his jawline as you lie next to his sleeping body. “I love you too, baby..”

whether night or day, you’d always be there to give him the pleasure he craved and the love he deserved.

#black fem reader #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #smut fanfiction #black reader smut #chrollo x black reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo smut #chrollo hcs #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh fic #hxh fanfic #chrollo fanfic #black reader #fanfic #praise #soft dom #wattpad #hxh black reader #morning

[the-black-manor]

I am horny as FUCK right now and it’s driving me crazy. I want to bury my thick cock as deep inside of someone and I can fill them with load after load after load of cum. I want to feel them clench and squirm around me as my cock throbs inside of them, pressed hard against their insides, unloading thick ribbons of seed to coat their walls and fill them. I want to feel their stomach against mine as it stretches and bulges from the cum pouring out of my cock and flooding their womb or ass.

#dom/sub #master/pet #sadist kink #excessive seed kink #primal kink #primal play #predator kink #prey kink #hunter kink #predator/prey #abo

[aynavaano]

Do I look moderate to you?

Part six of the Crosshair × you series

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3k

Summary:

Rex's call for your assistance on a mission, a few days ago, had stirred mixed emotions, particularly for Crosshair, who expressed reluctance about your involvement. Eventually you decide to go together but when Crosshair learns that you had a crush on Howzer before he met you he get’s really cocky and wants to fuck shit up.

Notes:

After a huge chapter of hurt/comfort I wanted to grace us with peak Crosshair smut. After working through his traumas he is back to his cocky self and decides to fuck shit up. We have fingering, edging and rough unprotected sex, soft dom Crosshair, just how I like him and I hope you too.

Rex's call for your assistance on a mission, a few days ago, had stirred mixed emotions, particularly for Crosshair, who expressed reluctance about your involvement. Since the Batchs last mission went sideways, he hasn’t left your side and has gotten very protective and vocal about his fear of loosing you. Nonetheless, you remain steadfast in your commitment to assist Rex, despite Crosshair's reservations.

"I'll be fine, Cross. Rex needs my help and I promised him," you assert, meeting his concerned gaze with reassurance. “Before we met I was perfectly safe with the team”

But Crosshair insists on at least accompanying you to ensure your safety. «Fine but I can't let you go alone. I'm coming with you," he declares, his tone tinged with worry. Despite understanding his concerns, you stand firm in your decision, affirming your trust in Rex and his team to keep you safe. But Crosshair makes it clear: You either go together or you won’t be going anywhere near a mission and eventually you give in, at least you won’t have to miss him then.

When Echo arrives to transport you to the new improvised base, everyone is happy to see him but as you say goodbye to the rest of the crew and get onboard the ship a slight tension creeps in. Just when you settle in for the journey Echo's words resound through the ship, a sense of nostalgia and regret lingering in the air. "Everyone will be so happy to have you back for a while, your skills are often missed, and your laughter made every mission so much lighter" Echo remarks, his tone tinged with sincerity. "I honestly never thought you'd leave us. We all kind of knew you joined because you had a crush on Howzer. Just Howzer probably didn't realize it until it was too late" he jokes with a hearty laugh.

Crosshair's reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he turns to you with a questioning gaze. "You never told me that," he states, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of hurt.

Caught off guard by his reaction, you pause for a moment before responding. "I didn't think it was necessary," you admit, meeting his gaze with honesty. "Nothing happened between us, Crosshair. Howzer seemed not to be interested in me, and I was over my crush on him long before I met you," though you know that it probably wasn’t the best idea to keep this from him, just now that he is trying to learn to trust and accept the situation with Hunter.

The tension is uncomfortable, Echo's off-the-cuff revelation hanging between you and the weight of unspoken emotions adding to the unease of the moment. Despite the discomfort, you know that honesty is the only way forward. Since he recently opened up more to his emotions he has also become more vulnerable, you love that new side of him but you also know that you need to be more careful with him now.

“Okay listen, Echo is right, back on Ryloth I had set my heart on Howzer and when he offered me to come with him and join Rex’s crew, because they needed every help they could get, I gladly accepted. I wanted to spend more time with him and hoped it … ah I don’t even know what I hoped for. But he never showed any interest in me and what eventually made me stay was Rex and the others, they became friends and I was of great help. But I left all of that behind to be with you” …”Crosshair," you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm, "I love you. There's no reason for you to be jealous." Your words carry a sincerity that echoes through the tense atmosphere, a reassurance meant to soothe the doubts that lingered.

Echo, sensing the weight of his words, interjects with a note of apology. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to drop that info on you like this, I thought you know Crosshair"

Crosshair doesn’t answer but he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, resting his head on yours and so you spend the rest of the journey in uneasy silence. The tension is palpable, especially with Crosshair's presence beside you, however, the atmosphere shifts as the Remora finally sets down on Rex’s new makeshift base and you step off alongside Crosshair.

The welcoming committee displays a mix of surprise and joy at your arrival, but the unexpected appearance of Crosshair raises a few eyebrows. Rex is more than happy to see you and pulls you into a tender hug. "Thank you for coming in for assistance. Glad to see you both. Didn't expect you, Crosshair. Everything alright?"

Crosshair's response is blunt and tinged with arrogance. "We all know how the last visit went, Rex. I'm not taking any chances here."

You quickly step in to explain Crosshair's presence, emphasizing his concern for your safety. "Crosshair insisted on coming along. He's just looking out for me."

Rex nods, understanding but still wary. As the group makes their way to the briefing room and Rex starts to explain the mission, Crosshair's protective instincts are on full display. He shadows your every move, his presence both reassuring and stifling. He makes sure to keep you as far away from Howzer as possible and if looks could kill he would already be dead by now. When Crosshair insisted on coming with you, you already knew he wouldn’t leave your side and you didn’t mind, but to have him jealous made it worse and when Howzer makes a light-hearted but sardonic comment about leaving your "pet" at home next time, Crosshair's patience wears thin.

"Say that again" he growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he steps forward carefully pushing you behind him guarding you with his body, his fists clenched, ready to throw hands.

You interject quickly, placing a calming hand on Crosshair's arm. "It's okay, Cross," you say soothingly, shooting Howzer a pointed look. "We're all just a little on edge. Let's focus on the task."

Since the escape from Teth, the tension between Crosshair and Howzer had simmered down a little, but the dynamic between them remained volatile and the situation with you is pure fuel to the fire.

"You had your chance with her and you messed it up, now leave her alone." Crosshair hisses at Howzer “She’s mine now, if you like it or not.”

Howzer tries to look completely startled but he is not good at it, no one in this room would fall for that “so this is what’s it’s all about” he growls.

“How touching. Don’t think I’m a fool, I see the way you look at her, try to be close to her, try again and you will not live to see the next sunrise.” Crosshair grunts, grinding his teeth and getting ready to fistfight Howzer.

Rex, sensing the need to diffuse the situation, interrups "Moderation please. Let's keep it civil, everyone," he says, his voice firm but measured. "Believe it or not we’re all on the same team here."

Crosshair scoffs incredulously. "Do I look moderate to you?" he retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not here to play nice. I'm here to make sure she’s safe" …»and I’ll do whatever is needed» he adds with a hostile glance towards Howzer while drawing you closer, one arm around your waist.

You quickly intervene, trying to diffuse the situation. "It’s okay Cross. Don’t let him get a rise out of you, let's focus on the mission, the faster we get through the sooner we’ll be back home."

Crosshair reluctantly relents, but the tension between him and Howzer remains palpable, simmering just below the surface.

As Rex tries to continue the briefing, Crosshair leans in close behind you, his voice low and husky as he whispers dirty thoughts in your ear.

"I can't wait to get you alone, love. I’m going to rip those pretty clothes off and have my way with you, remind you that only I can make you feel that way"

His words send shivers down your spine, the heat pooling between your legs as you struggle to focus on Rex's explanations.

"I’m going to make you scream my name, make you beg for more. I want you writhing beneath me, completely at my mercy."

Each whispered promise from Crosshair ignites a fierce craving within you, his desire overwhelming your senses. It’s been a while since he let his dominant side get a hold of him and you love it.

«Remind you who you belong to and fuck you absolutely senseless.»

"Cross» you whisper and shot him a sultry but warning glance, your mind already racing at the thought of what he’s going to do to you. You know this is because of Howzer, because you didn’t tell him and he feels the need to prove to you that no one loves you like he does and show everyone you’re his. It’s either this or letting him throw hands with Howzer. He might deserve it for calling Crosshair your pet but you’d much rather have Cross all over you.

"I’m going to make you scream so loud, Howzer won't even think about coming near you again." he continues and you have to hold back a chuckle, cause it’s just like you thought, you know him so damn well. You can’t help but smirk, his words sending a jolt of arousal through you, making it hard to focus on anything else. You try to pay attention to Rex, but Crosshair's naughty whispers keep drawing you in.

«I want to feel you squirming under me, clenching around my cock when I finally have mercy and let you cum."

Each word he utters fuels your desire, making you ache for the moment when you can be alone together. Rex's briefing becomes nothing but background noise as Crosshair's fantasies consume your thoughts.

As the briefing finally concludes and everyone begins to load the shuttle and make preparations for departure, you make your way to one of the cargo rooms to retrieve some gear. Crosshair follows closely behind, and as soon as he enters, he locks the door behind him.

In the dimly lit cargo room, his eyes gleam with a primal hunger as he pins you against the cold wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. His hands roam possessively over your curves, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. With a hungry growl, he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue dancing with yours taking in your taste, leaving you breathless.

He trails kisses along your neck, his fingers delving between your thighs, immediately teasing and tormenting your clit with an overwhelming precision. You gasp and moan as he plunges two fingers deep inside your dripping wetness without a warning, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, already leaving you a whimpering mess in his arms «What do you want my love?" he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I want to hear you beg for it.."

You can barely form words as pleasure consumes you, your body aching for more. Crosshair's fingers work you mercilessly, edging you closer and closer to the brink of oblivion. "Come on," he whispers, his voice dripping with sinful promise. "I want to hear you moan louder, or I’ll edge you until you can't think straight anymore"

Your breath catches in your throat as he quickens his pace, driving you completely crazy with each stroke of his fingers. "Please," you whimper, your voice barely more than a desperate plea. "I need to cum, Crosshair. Please let me cum."

He chuckles darkly, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Not yet, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "If you want me to make you cum I want to hear you scream my name."

You nod desperately and with that, he intensifies his thrust, pushing you to the brink of madness, two fingers in your drenching pussy rubbing against that sweet spongy spot and his thumb deliciously circling your clit. You cling to him desperately whimpering, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure you writhe beneath his touch, as he drives you relentlessly towards the edge, satisfied that your moans are getting louder and louder. And when you finally reach the pinnacle, it's like an explosion of sensation, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. "Crosshair!" you cry out, your voice echoing off the walls as pleasure washes over you in a tidal wave, his strong arms the only thing thats holding you up.

Your lips meet his in a passionate embrace, your body still humming with the intensity of your orgasm. Crosshair holds you tight up against the wall, kissing you through the afterglow of your climax until your breath slows down and your legs support your weight again. With a content smile, you gaze up at him, feeling intoxicated by the raw pleasure he gave you. "I'm pretty sure everyone on the base heard that," you remark playfully, a loving glint in your eyes. "Hope you proved your point." you chuckle and kiss him softly.

But instead of a response, Crosshair's lips curl into a wicked grin, his eyes smoldering with unquenched desire. Without a word, he pulls you closer, his hands trailing along your body with a possessive urgency. "Oh, my love," he murmurs huskily against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm far from finished with you."

Crosshair's desire ignites into a burning intensity as he pulls you close, his hands firm and possessive and he guides you into position against the wall. He turns you around and lifts up you shirt, so your bare chest is pressed against the cold wall, the sensation of the cold steel against your nipples making you twitch. With a primal hunger in his eyes, he positions himself behind you, his thick cock throbbing with anticipation as he presses himself against your dripping wet pussy. You moan softly at the sensation, your arousal building with each passing moment.

“Will you be a good girl and take my cock?” Crosshair growls, grasping your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he positions himself at your entrance and without warning, he thrusts into you with a forceful urgency, his sizable cock stretching you to the limit as he buries himself to the hilt. The sound of his flesh meeting yours fills the air, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls as he pounds into you.

He sets a relentless pace, each powerful thrust driving you closer to the edge again, Crosshair's voice fills the room with a stream of dirty words that send shivers down your spine. "You like that, don't you?" he breathes into your ear, «when I make sure everyone knows who you belong to» his words dripping with lust and desire. Your answer is barely more than a whimper. He fucks you so damn good it’s debilitating.

With each powerful thrust, Crosshair's need consumes you both, his hips meeting yours with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless, one hand tightly wrapped around your neck, restricting your bloodflow. «Tell me what you want, love» he whispers. You cling to the sensation, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure as he drives you towards the brink of ecstasy. "Oh Cross…, please, fi… fill me up" you moan, «I want to… feel you cum inside of me» your voice a desperate plea for more and he obliges, his movements becoming more forceful with each passing moment.

Your senses reel as Crosshair takes you to the edge and beyond, fucking you completely senseless, his relentless rhythm pushing you to the brink of oblivion, his cock now pressing against that one spot deep inside you that wipes your mind of any thoughts and leaves you a whimpering mess. With a guttural groan, you feel his cock pulsating inside you as he reaches his climax, his hot seed spilling into your depths and you cry out his name in ecstasy. The sensation of him filling you up completely sends you over the edge again, your own orgasm crashing over you in a blinding rush of pleasure. You cling to the wall panting for air, trying not to faint, Crosshairs chest against your back, his armor pressing into your sensitive skin as you ride out your orgasm.

After catching your breath, you twirl around and pull Crosshair into a passionate kiss, your lips meeting in a heated exchange of love and desire. Breaking away, you gaze into his eyes, pouring your heart out. "I love you," you whisper, your voice trembling with sincerity. "You're the only one I want, Crosshair, I’m yours."

Crosshair returns your affections with equal fervor, his lips claiming yours in a series of tender kisses. "I love you too," he murmurs against your skin, his words sending a rush of goosebumps all over your body. "and I'll do anything to keep you by my side."

With your legs still trembling from the intensity of your encounter, you walk, hand in hand with Crosshair, back to the main operations room where Rex is probably already waiting for your assistance. As you enter, you immediately notice Howzer, sending hostile glances in Crosshair's direction, ready to spit venom, his jealousy now more than evident. You know there's no way that what just happened remained concealed; the whole base must have heard you scream Crosshair’s name, just as he intended. But before Howzer can voice his objections, Rex intervenes, his annoyance visible. "Can you two just stop acting like two Targons on heat please?" he quips, his tone tinged with exasperation. «So we can finally get going.»

Crosshair smirks at Rex's remark, his satisfaction evident as he places a soft kiss on your lips. "Alright then, I'll let you work, I’ll be with Echo if you need me" he says, casting one last satisfied, superior glance in Howzer's direction before making his exit.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb #the bad batch season 3 #tbb hunter #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb fanfiction #bad batch fanfic #crosshair x you #crosshair x reader #soft dom crosshair

[pumpkinnsoda]

First chunk from new fic I’m doing, Monster Hunter Felix and Werewolf Oliver:

“Felix, it’s two in the fucking AM, why are you—“

“Hey Farls! So, quick question—and it’s kinda urgent you reply—um, how do you treat a sick dog?”

“What? Felix you don’t even have a dog. Who’s dog do you have?!”

“That doesn’t matter. But like, vet? Or if it was, say, a werewolf, who was, um, stabbed? How would you go about that?”

“Felix. What did you do?”

“Thanks for your help, Farleigh. I gotta go now—talk to you later!”

“Felix, wait! Fe—“

Felix hangs up and looks over at the whimpering mess in the corner of the abandoned house he decided to hide in for the night.

It was an accident, truly. Well, he did mean to stab whatever jumped at him from the rafters, he didn’t mean to hurt the sad little guy now twitching in the corner. Through a small sliver of moonlight, his brown hair and blue, teary eyes are illuminated. The only reason Felix knows he’s a werewolf is because a huge fucking dog decended down from the ceiling to eat him and now the boy in the corner has the same knife wound Felix inflected on it’s arm.

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #farleigh saltburn #farleigh start #saltburn fanfiction #my fic writing #my fic #fanfiction author #fanficion #werewolf Oliver quick #monster hunter Felix Catton #when you accidentally stab ur boytoy #and he’s so pathetic you gotta do something #dom felix catton #sub Oliver quick

[jeysuso]

The Judgement Day - WWE Monday Night Raw, 30th January 2023

#the judgement day #damian priest #finn balor #dominik mysterio #cody rhodes #wweedit #wwe raw #monday night raw #wrestlingedit #listen. damian was a little confused about dom being the one who should've won the rumble #cause. no? absolutely not? #but when i say this whole thing had me 👀👀 #like. at the very least the wwe is self-aware #hunter hearst knows #cause if i had to listen to cody talk about how he outlasted 29 other men for much longer #i was about to interrupt him #no hate to cody i'm sure he's a swell guy #but a) he didn't outlast 29 other men and b) he literally has been handed this on a plate #so damian isn't wrong and he said what he said #speak your truth priesty <3 #mine*

[moodymisty]

↢ Bad Batch Kinks ↣

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3]

Authors note: Now, is it really kink HCs if I don't say Hunter has a predator/prey kink? It's like a right of passage.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Tech/Fem!Reader, Echo/Fem!Reader, Wrecker/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only please, Predator/Prey kink, Bondage, Oral, Power Play/Dynamics, Voyeurism, Dom/Sub,

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter will salivate over anything that makes use of his senses. It's not something he can control, the way they make him feel; Even if he has a good mastery over them. But it isn't long before you have mastery over them as well, and you can now often make him tick without so much as lifting a finger.

Scent: Your natural one, as Hunter hates perfumes. They're far too strong, and often end up giving him headaches. But more importantly, he wants to smell you; The smell of your skin, your sweat, the wetness between your legs that can torment him with everyone else around him being none the wiser.

You'll be sitting down purposely thinking of him, the last time you'd been together, subtly rubbing your thighs together as you pretend to just adjust the way you're sitting. All the while Hunter- who was just standing behind you minding his own business- now has his hands almost bending the back of the seat, with how hard he's gripping it.

It's about to snap underneath his fingers as he tries not to breathe in too deeply. The very second he has you alone he traps you, pressing his face against your neck breathing deeply while whispering to you to 'stop torturing him like this', while you decide to play coy in response.

Hearing/Predator & Prey: It had started largely as an innocent question about his hearing. Which ended up into a discussion about Hunter's ability to track people down, that was on a scale not many could beat.

'How fast do you think you could find me?' You remember asking him, sitting on two bar stools in a Coruscant food stall.

He'd given you a three minute head start, you snarfing down the last bite of food and paying before rushing off into the crowd. Hunter paid for his own, before eventually going after you.

Even if this was Uscru, a district filled with filth and stenches and sounds, Hunter could still quite easily track you down, pushing through a sea of people and droids.

But it was your frantic heartbeat that had given you away, hidden in the back corner of an alleyway. He had stormed down that alleyway like he was after a target, his shoulders squared and head straight forward.

It was then, through the sounds of his own heart and his hot breath trapped in his helmet did he realize how hard he was, his blood rushing in his ears. It was like he was a frayed rope about to snap the way he had looked at you when you'd been caught, before Hunter towed you off deeper into the shadows.

✦ Tech ✦

Tech is always in the pursuit of learning. So when you came along, a whole new brain to pick? No question is left unasked and no stone is left unturned. Tech is a wild card; And as long as it’s planned out together and safe, he’s willing to try anything once. Which means sometimes you have no idea what he wants to do next.

Bondage/Shibari: He was the one who'd brought it up, to tie you up. Ever keen eyed Tech noticed you often gripped him or something else, knuckles white, whenever you were together. He wanted to see what would happen if he took that away from you, tying your hands behind the headrest of the pilot's seat the first time he'd done it.

After that however Tech had gotten curious; And his curiousness often leads him on paths of research down which he'd never come out empty handed.

More complicated knots, different positions, using whole lengths of rope or barely any at all, Tech had done his research and was intent to put it to test, as he did with all else.

Sometimes he'd do knots and patterns that you'd consider art, not too tight or loose against your skin as you laid or sat or stood; Completely helpless.

Sometime later however he asked you to do it to him, and while Tech was always largely unphased by this sort of thing, you didn't miss the way his face felt hot when you'd touched it. He guided you through the whole setup, each knot, loop, twist and turn, until you'd stumbled your way through.

By the time you had, and Tech was well and truly restrained, he was already begging you to come closer. Turns out he liked being on the receiving end just as much, if his beat red face was anything to go by.

Toys: Tech is a genius. He was bred to be that way, it was a core part of his identity. But sometimes you hated that fact, hated that he was so damn smart and was able to whip together feats of engineering with leftover scrap and scavenged bits.

You spend a lot of time apart from him, and in all of his late night tinkering, the result came in the form of a box on your doorstep. It was from a proxy address, but you knew well it was from Tech by the meticulous look.

You took the box inside and sat with it on your bed, opening it and pursing your lips realizing instantly what it was on first sight. Tech had actually gone through the effort- how he did it without getting busted by his brothers you didn't know- to make you an actual honest to gods vibrator, even in your favorite color. You wouldn't ask how he found body safe silicone on Kamino.

You put it away in your bedside drawer, until you'd taken it out three days later in the late evening deciding to use it before you went to sleep. In bed you flicked it on and not five minutes later, you were interrupted with a sudden call. Tech, the ID said.

You got around three sentences into the call before you realized he had called because he knew you'd turned it on; By some intricate programming or who knows what no doubt. You turned beat red and called him 'the most perverted clone on Kamino', listening to him laugh. Tech would only be inspired to make more, and soon enough, that drawer was starting to become full of all sorts of things; Some for you, for him, or for both.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair is complicated. He rarely does-if ever-speak without thinking first, and keeps most things to himself. He was(and still sometimes is) impersonal, always a step away from you both physically and emotionally. But as time passed and you slowly wormed your way in, Crosshair started to actually show how he felt about you; Instead of hiding it.

Dom/Sub: What had started as Crosshair trying to stay emotionally distant had slowly morphed into something far more than that, feeling his hand gently rake through your hair after he ties your wrists together.

He'll expect no less than absolute obedience, and sometimes you'll play along; Sometimes you won't. He'll grab your jaw, turn it facing him and threaten to punish you if you don't, while you're fighting against the bonds that keep you tied down.

He'll only reward you if he gets exactly, down to the letter, what he wants; And he'll settle for nothing less.

Although he won't mind if you take the reins from him sometimes; But you'll have be ready to fight every centimeter. Crosshair is a brat, the most snide, disrespectful thing that you have to fight and claw to make even an inch in taming him.

He doesn't say please easy, and you'll find yourself on him for what seems like hours until he finally gives in. But when you're done one of you will get a glass of water for the other and Crosshair will ruffle your hair, finally having a moment of softness since he knows he's here with just you.

Voyeurism: Crosshair's a tease. He was when you first met him, he was when you ended up becoming what you could maybe call friends- Clone Force 99 wasn't exactly good at making traditional friends- and he was after he'd kissed you in the middle of an argument. And nothing stops him; Anytime of day, anywhere, you can never predict when he'll suddenly want to make your life a whole lot harder.

All you'd asked was a curious question about his rifle, and the thing was in your hands before you'd even realized. The safety was on and your finger was nowhere near the trigger, but Crosshair still stayed close. Until you realized he wasn't staying close for safety at all; Pressing his body against yours, hands on your forearms as you hold the rifle in your hands. You can feel his hips against your ass, his chest against your shoulder blades but you hold firm, pursing your lips before asking him a simple question.

But Crosshair wants to make you crack, make you beg him as his gloved hands slide down your arms to your hands. And he's not going to make it easy. He grabs your hips and moves them almost grinding against him under the guise that your stance is all wrong; That if you fired the rifle you'd get toppled over.

You need to get out of here; Away from the Marauder thats in the landing bay, away from the other clones in the shooting range, wherever you are. He follows you back, and while you end up scolding him for making you a mess, it's far from the last time he does it.

✦ Wrecker ✦

Wrecker is as much of a gentle giant as you would think. He's always careful, making sure he never grabs, pushes, or hugs too hard. And while as much as he tries you still sometimes get little marks on your skin, they're nothing horrible. If anything, in a way you think they're sweet; Wrecker loves you so much but he tries so much to be gentle, even if sometimes he slips up and grabs a tiny bit too hard.

Size difference: But one thing Wrecker will never get over is how small you are compared to him. That he dwarfs you in height, and in sheer size.

After it was well established you didn't mind being tossed around Wrecker would often jokingly use you as a weight, grabbing you with one arm; or you'd sit on his back while he did push ups and he'd admire how you looked. Like you were on your own little island that was his back.

You look so cute, with your little hands and shoulders compared to his own.

But Wrecker has a vivid memory; Of once in a fit of spontaneity you’d pulled him into a small cramped room intent to have your way with him, snickering the whole way. He followed, looking down at your hand wrapped around his fingers as you led him towards your destination. Once inside you were lightning quick to pull him downward by his chestplate and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. While he hefted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist.

It was spontaneous, bits of clothing and armor were out of place; As much both of you try and largely fail to be quiet. But in the cramped room your feet kept hitting the wall and banging it, ringing the metal.

You both move and adjust until Wrecker suddenly grabs your ass harder and moves your legs, pulling them straight upward and effectively folding you in half; Ankles over his shoulders. You both don't last much longer after that, and afterwards Wrecker files it away in his memory to do that again, as soon as he's able.

Oral: You remember the first time you tried oral with Wrecker; It was messy and uncoordinated, but more than made up for by enthusiasm.

By the time you were tired and aching you were soaked, as was the lower half of Wrecker's face. And the next day you'd found out that you were now sporting some large but light colored bruises on your ass and backs of your thighs, from where he'd grabbed and pulled you close to his face and didn't budge even a fraction while you writhed.

Wrecker- having noticed your wincing as you sat down- had started to feel guilty for hurting you, vowing he'd never do it again. But with a glow on your face you told him it was fine and to please, do it again; And it was only seconds before he said yes. Wrecker never had a shot at saying no, not when you looked at him like that, and taste so good.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo during his pre-citadel days had a good bit more spunkiness, but now that he was more machine than man, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about his appearance. He knew that you hugging or laying on him left marks on your skin, that his entire lower body was unforgiving, molded metal. But you'd been on him making sure you batted away those thoughts, making sure that he didn't believe them. And as a hopeful result, Echo had gained a some of that confidence back, no longer using so much self-deprecating humor or staring at his body and lamenting what once was.

Praise: But while you'd been oh so slowly sowing the seeds of confidence into Echo, he would always be weak to your kind words.

He almost found it pathetic sometimes, that he could be barely distracted and you'd call him your 'good boy' and he'd be putty in your hands, chin on your shoulder as your hand drifted along his side.

Echo swore you could have half the clone army if you spoke to them like that, with your fingers curled around his jaw pulling his cheek to your lips. Your lips trail closer to his own whispering 'how handsome he is' as you moved to straddle his lap, taking his bottom lip gently between your teeth. You were a devious torture; Because he always wants more.

Power Play: Echo remembers the day you'd awoken something new in him, calling him some sort of half-witted insult and teasingly pinching his arm. He'd told you to cut it out while trying not to smile, and with a pouting face, you'd sang the words 'Sorry, Corporal.'

Echo had thought about the way you'd said it- with a breathy, teasing tone- in the evening that followed. But it was only once he was going to sleep and realized that his body felt hot; That he was getting off on the idea, did he decide to ask you.

The next time you were alone, your hands trailing up his chest he asks you with a nervous stutter; If he could put his armor back on.

When you'd said yes, pursing your lips to try and hide a smile, Echo left and returned not too long later with his full set of gear; Kama and all.

You don't remember much of what happened after, but you do remember making your commanding officer very pleased with your preformance.

#mywriting #continuing my 'dom crosshair' agenda #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #reader insert #reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #echo x reader

[niilue]

illumi is such an underrated character... especially when hes in fancy schmancy sexy lingerie.

dead eye look while hes posed on the bed, maybe he'd wear a transparent nightgown thats too short on him or intricate stockings with garter belts and no bra because he'd bluntly state that "hes not a woman",

thinking about it has me tearing up

i mean he's so pretty ngl ^^

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub illumi

illumi loves to dress sexy and provocative. he loves to wear sexy shirts, tight pants, wear lingerie and all those kind of sexy outfits. especially if it's for you.

and he has a habit of waiting for you on your bed in these outfits, with the most peaceful face in the world and looking fucking sexy.

it's so hard to stay sane.

this time illimu is wearing a rather short and transparent t-shirt. you can see through the fabric his swollen nipples standing out.

and you can also notice some simple white panties, covering his member.

lying like this with his long jet hair draped over one of his shoulders, he looks unbelievably divine.

he also likes to wear fishnets, with a cute blue lace thong, to match his tall boots of the same color. no shirt at all. proudly showing off his pale torso and pink erect nipples.

he would sit cross-legged waiting for you to tell him how spectacular he looks. because he's a fickle guy in need of affection. period.

i have the feeling that he loves to dress this way all sensual and with feminine styles, but when you fuck him don't even think of calling him "princess or girl".

he literally could beat you up for that. he doesn't like to be compared to a girl.

and when you are in bed, he likes you to fuck him with his clothes on because he feels powerful and it's a fantasy of his. don't even think about ruining his oufit.

#dom reader #sub illumi #illumi #hxh illumi #dom!reader #sub character #sub hxh #hxh #hunter x hunter smut #smut #gn reader #illumi zoldyck #illumi x smut

[survivingandenduring]

So I’ve kinda become a little bit obsessed with hunter/prey games…

#I just want him to chase me through the woods #and then…. #do bad things to me #hunter prey #pedro pascal edit #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #joel miller edit #pedro pascal #dom!joel

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Sub! Bahari X Wyverian Dom! Male Reader Nsfw Headcanons

Warnings: breeding kinks, neck biting, oral sex

Oh how Bahari loves it when you breed him, and you breed him so much to the point where the poor guy can't even think of anything else but your massive cock inside him

Like Bahari, you are a Wyverian, which means you too have pointy ears and hooves just like him

Everyone in Elgado knows about your relationship with Bahari, but what they don't know is you pounding him on the daily basis

Not to mention they don't even notice the bite marks on his neck because he hides them to not get humiliated

Bahari is so fixated on your cock that he'll even put your cock in his mouth entirely when you guys do oral, and he doesn't care how big it is, he would still do it regardless

Bahari is seen as the best scientist in Elgado, but in your point of view, he is seen as your personal cum dump

A/N: I really need to write for Monster Hunter more often in my main blog and in my Nsfw blog, I've been into the series since I was a kid, hahaha. But anyways I hope you guys liked. Vote for Part 2 down below 👇

#monster hunter rise sunbreak #monster hunter sunbreak #Monster hunter smut #monster hunter #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male reader smut #dom male reader #seme male reader #tw breeding kink #sub character

[the-black-manor]

You can run, little rabbit. Actually, I prefer it if you do.

#dom/sub #sadist kink #master/pet #hunter/prey #predator/prey #hunter kink #predator kink #prey kink

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Dom x Sub

I saw the most eye pleasing things on this site... But let's put it on a beast! Hairy butch dragon tiddies!

Dominant and commanding..She has no time for your pouts..only to squeal and beg for mercy like a wounded prey toy when she climbs on top of you to maul your back and destroy your god given holes while yanking your good puppy leash once she catches you..because she's given you a head start to scurry for your very life and the protection of your innocent innards!

#hunter and prey #squishylovers #monster fucker #dragon smut #dragon nsft #butch monster #smut imagine #dom x sub #terato #puppy sub

[lemon-muncher]

Are you taking requests? If so than can I have sub Feitan x dom male reader, smut, with kinks like masochism, and pet play?

YES GOD!!!! Just a warning, I had a hard time adding pet play with Feitan BUT calling him 'kitten' definitely gets me going😼

Formal wear for the Phantom Troupe was quite a common. Black tuxedos paired with dress pants on the same material and usually with a white button down and tie of some kind. The preparation of devine dressing was something you took great joy in. You'd watching as your shorter partner pulled expensive fabric off his bruised and mangled body. "You did well, my dear." Your voice was heavy in the male's ear. He shivered as you ran your hands over his body, his back to your chest.

With half closed eyelids, Feitan waits in agonizing anticipation as your finger tips graze over the purple bruises on his chest. "Don't...That's..." His usual broken sentences lingered with a weakness only you knew. "Huh? Use your words, Kitten~" You sweetly sadistic tone could make anyone swoon, even someone like Feitan melts at your words. "I like it...More" The smaller male leaned into you gentle touch. And who were you to deny him when he did such a good job on his last heist. Pushing your fingertips deeper onto his skin, you held him close as he squirmed from the sensation.

"You poor thing~ Already hard and all I did was touch you. Don't tell me you've been pent up, kitten~" Your hand travels down his chest to rest and grip at the small tent forming in his dress pants. Even from behind, you could tell Feitan was flustered by the red on the tips of his ears. "Y/N... please let me~" A quiet moan left his lips, afraid that the other members of the Phantom Troupe would hear him. You purr at him as you continue to palm him through his dress pants. "Now, now, kitten. I taught you better than that~" His smaller hand went up to cover his mouth as his other reached behind himself to grab onto your clothes. "Master please~ let me cum!" Feitan grumbles into his skin

The tough and mighty Feitan was reduced to a moaning mess, a sight only you could see. His relatively emotionless face contorted in discomfort and pleasure. "So pretty, kitten~ Whatever you want, I'll give you~" Your words slid off your tongue between peppered kisses on your lover's neck. Twisting your hand, you squeeze the base of his cock through his pant. Squeezing hard enough that the renowned sadist in front of you winced from the pain.

It didn't take long for Feitan to collapse into your arms. His body trembled against you, and rough hands grabbed onto you for support. Cooing at the trembled man, you felt the growing wet patch in his pant. "Good job kitty~"

#dom reader #sub character #dom male reader #feitan portor #sub Feitan #feitan porter x reader #sub hxh #hxh feitan #hunter x hunter

[spnfic85]

Off Limits Ch. 4

Warnings: Language, fluff (?) (define... fluff), Personal Body Image Struggles, smut, unprotected sex

Author's Note: Ah yes... that place where I'm supposed to apologize for my failure to ever commit to anything in a timely manner... 🥲

(*goblin screeching in the background "Well, I REFUSE!!" *)

No- Actually- My bad guys. I fuckin suck and I had writer's block/the big sad to all hell.

As always, this is not beta read, forgive my typos pls. I love you all!

Please Please PLEASE send me ideas to write... Shoot it by me, and if I feel like I have a confident enough grasp on the lore/history, I'll give it a shot! (A girl also knows how to research fandoms yaknow xD)

Pairing(s): 

Sam Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader 

Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: WHAT HAVE WE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR???? Thank you writer's block for finally allowing Y/N to climb that big ole giant we all like to call Sammy 🥰

Masterlist

~ There was an obvious need simmering under his stare, the man standing before you both was promising something you couldn’t even say you were sure you could keep up with, but the hammering in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach both told you that you were ready and willing to take it on. ~

Sam excused himself while you were flushed crimson, allowing Dean some time for a bit more aftercare and the shower you both found yourself tangled in just an hour later. By the time you left your bedroom, you smelled of Dean’s alpine body wash mixed with your favorite Bath and Bodyworks spray while crimson love bites bloomed across your throat and shoulder. Dean’s mission had been to obscure the ugly fingerprints left behind, while making a bold and clear statement upon your later return to the bar.

You liked the way yours and Dean’s scents seemed to marry into one, and bit your lip wondering what you’d smell like after a morning like that with Sammy… You flitted down the back staircase, your dishes in tow, and turned directly into the solid tower of a man you were wondering about.

Sammy moved quickly, catching the tray and contents while maneuvering to catch you up against the pantry door. You gasped in surprise before flushing red again, “I- I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention; did I break anything?” You worried and reached for the tray in Sammy’s hands. He only moved the tray to one hand while the other ghosted over your hip.

“I’m okay, are you?? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked intently, eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes, “You gotta be more careful Princess…” he murmured softly. Your heart galloped at the endearment, and you bit your lip as you felt your entire body react to this man. What was it the Winchesters held over you? Were they gods?!?

“I will.” You squeaked out. Sam smiled slightly then, seeming to be pleased with your reply, before moving his hand to your face and dipping his head down to ghost his lips across yours. Having him so close had memories of the night prior flooding your mind, his bergamot and spice scent engulfing you. You licked your lips, only hesitating a millisecond, before you stood up just a bit more on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his.

The groan that rumbled through his chest told you all you needed to know. Sam has been holding back… giving you space… You heard the tray clatter a bit as Sam pushed it on the sideboard in the hall before framing your face with both hands and deepening the kiss.

His teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, tongue teasing and asking for more. Your sigh was almost breathed in by him, as he pressed you against the pantry door and took from you what was his. Your fingers laced up along the nape of his neck before you mewled into his mouth as Sammy ground his hips into you before breaking from your lips but staying close.

“Why is it so hard to think around you…?” He asked curiously, “Princess, I haven’t slept I’ve been thinking so much about you… I was so scared you were going to be gone today…” His ability to be vulnerable with you was always something you adored in Sammy, and now- those puppy dog eyes broke your heart.

“I’d never just up and leave… I just needed some time to think…” You murmured, “It helped having Dean fill in the blanks though.” You smiled and he chuckled,

“I’m sure he filled in a lot for you.” He grinned wickedly and kissed your forehead when you smacked his arm. “No really- Dean’s always been better about feelings and… words. I should have just been honest with you last night before ever moving to the bedroom… I’m sorry Y/N…”

You ran your fingers through Sam’s hair, tucking it behind his ear and smiling, “Thank you for apologizing, it was so confusing last night…” You admitted quietly, “I felt like the butt of a bad joke honestly…” Sam’s face dropped a bit and he looked ashamed,

“I could never make you feel like that… You will and always will be my Princess… Spoiled, but a princess none the less.” He winked and kissed you once more on the lips gently before stepping back to let you balance on your own feet again.

Sammy was helpful with dishes and prepping lunch, his hands only wandering in passing, lips grazing your bare shoulder as he unnecessarily reached over you to put away things. The man was teasing you to no end, but the prodding member that grazed your bottom when he leaned up against you assured that the torment was not one-sided. You wriggled your hips against him and smiled back at the soft hiss that came from his lips.

“Be careful baby… I wanna make our first time together special, but I’m not partial to bending you over on the kitchen island right here…” He smirked at you when you bit your lip and flushed red hot. The crimson climbed down your throat and bloomed across your breasts and shoulders. Sammy chuckled at your reaction before stepping back some when he twitched needily against you.

After lunch, you found yourself with nothing to do, Dean elbows deep in some junker car Bobby kept on the side of the house, and Sammy busy in the back yard tackling whatever moved in under the deck. You eyed both men from your spot under the corner of the deck itself and decided both tasks were above your pay-grade. There was no way you were going to accidentally break something in that old thing, and there was an even lesser possibility you were crawling under this deck to whatever momma possum was soon to choose Sammy as the enemy.

You decided to go back in the house, grabbing your Bluetooth speaker, a bucket with rags and cleaners, and the broom and mop, before heading up to the top floor. The boys both knew your routine: start at the top of the house and work your way down. You knew the bathrooms needed attention, along with the additional spare bedroom upstairs. It was dusty, and there was no guessing if it would ever be needed, but your allergies were going to never forgive you if Dean turned that furnace on in a couple more weeks and that space hadn’t been dusted in time.

All too soon, you found yourself singing along to your playlist of choice and cleaning room to room. By the time you found your way through the guest room and your room, you heard Sam holler Dean’s name and the thuds of a very large man stuck under a deck with a very angry animal. You sighed and looked out the hall window down to the back yard.

Dean was sprinting across the yard to where Sam’s feet were hanging out the side of the deck kicking. He cursed, grabbed Sam’s feet, and yanked him free. Sammy’s hair was a mess, and you could tell from here he would need the first aid kit when he came in. You chuckled and sighed to yourself softly and gathered up your cleaning stuff and placing it in front of Dean’s bedroom door in the hall before stopping to grab said first aid kit under the bathroom sink and heading back downstairs.

You heard Dean laugh and mention calling Animal Control, while Sam admitted defeat, his voice trailing to the hall leading to his own bedroom. You padded down the stairs, smiling at a busy Dean on hold while his eyes crinkled at the sight of you with the kit. You pointed to Sam’s room, and he nodded, understanding what you were saying, before you continued. Sam had the master bed and bath (it was the only one large enough to fit his massive bed set, the BFG he was) and when you stepped in his bedroom, you could hear the shower running. The bathroom door was left open, and a clear silhouette of a very naked and wet Sam could be seen through the frosty glass of the shower door. Your mouth went dry as you realized, again, how amazingly stunning this man was, before clearing your throat to announce your arrival and knocking on the open bathroom door.

“Hey- it’s just me…” You called out, smiling weakly at Sam when he peeked over the glass door, “I thought you might have a bite or two you needed taken care of when you’re done.” You grinned a bit and Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“That momma possum was not messing around.” He laughed, “Thank you, Princess… I’m almost done, wait for me?” He asked. You nodded before finding your voice,

“Y-yeah, I can wait.” You answered awkwardly. There was something about Sammy that always turned you back into some fumbling schoolgirl with a crush and it was agonizing. Although Sam seemed to enjoy it, you wished you carried more alluring poise rather than fumbling cuteness…

“Where were you off to? I realized you weren’t in the back when I got out.” He spoke up, dragging you from your thoughts.

“Oh- I was cleaning upstairs. There’s no way I was helping with wild animals.” You teased back at him.

“Ah yes, Vampires are no problem, but Y/N draws the line at the territorial neighborhood possum.” His brow quirked and he laughed at your reaction. You scoffed and feigned offense before sitting back on the sink counter,

“Well, clearly my choice to not engage was much the wise.” You said loftily and stuck your nose in the air. The shower cut off and your head whipped back to Sam. The involuntary reaction you had to him standing there, naked, in front of you was sinful. Sam smirked and grabbed the towel hanging next to him and let you stare as he dried in front of you.

“Come here, Princess.” He commanded softly.

It was as if you had no control of yourself, as you hopped off the counter and walked directly towards him. You weren’t feeling out of control, but the rush of euphoria you got at his satisfied smirk made you desperate for him to command you again.

“You listen so well…” He smiled and dropped his towel to hold your plush hips. “Do you like to listen?” He asked, his voice a murmur for only the two of you to hear. You nodded, eye contact never breaking, “Words, baby girl.” He coaxed gently.

“Y-yes…” you shy and bite your lip. He smiled and dipped his head down to kiss you deeply, hands moving across your hips and up under your tank top.

“Can I take this off?” you nodded again at him, “Words baby…” he teased and nuzzled your neck, dripping water from his hair down your shoulder.

“Yes, you may.” You squeaked out and gasped as Sammy moved his fingers up your bare skin, nibbling at your throat, before stepping back and pulling your top off carefully. His eyes roved over your body, making you shy more and blush for him.

Sam continued to carefully take off each piece of clothing while his fingers and lips worshiped your skin, never breaking contact for longer than was needed to undress you. Once you were in nothing but your panties, Sammy led you to his bedroom, flipping the bathroom light back off. The blackout drapes were pulled tightly over the windows in his room, leaving an almost intimate silence from the rest of the world around the pair of you two. You pulled Sam back to your lips as you dragged him into his bed, thighs wide to pull him closer as your fingers laced again in his hair.  

Sam was eager and easily framed your body as he held himself over you, nibbling and kissing every inch of skin his lips could find while he never stopped gently rutting against your covered core. Everything about this man felt huge against you, and it was all you could do to not climax from friction alone.

You moaned softly when Sam took his attention to your breasts and easily took a nipple in his mouth, his large hand cupping the supple soft excess as your hips tilted up towards his.

“Please…” you begged, pulling his attention back to your face, eyes locking with yours, “Please Sammy…”

Sam groaned and crashed his lips into yours while his hand moved down your hips and gripped the band to your panties. He only broke his touch to sit back and pull them down your legs and stare down at you hungrily only a moment before crawling back up to your lips and finding them with his.

“Anything you don’t like, anything hurts, you tell me. You tell me and I promise to stop immediately.” He murmured gently, making sure you understand that you can stop this at any point.

“Yes sir…” You tease and you watch his gaze darken with need.

“Princess, be careful.” He groaned while his hand moved between the two of you and teased your wet folds with his thumb, “Look how wet you are for me…” he murmured, more to himself than to you. As he lined himself up to your core, he watched you carefully as he slowly pressed his girth into you.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size, and you moan softly as Sam’s thumb finds its way back to your bud, drawing small circles as he worked his way into you, brows scrunched in concentration.

Where you thought you’d be sore, your body only openly accepted him. He groaned again as he worked the final length into you, your core warm and tight around him.

 “Fuck princess, fuck…” Sam cursed and kissed you softly before carefully pulling his length out and swiftly impaling you again. The moan that escaped from your lips was pure bliss to Sam’s ears. You clung to Sam’s shoulders as he continued to tease you while he carried slow, methodical thrusts into you.

“Please Sammy…” You moaned again, pressing your hips up against him, “Please…”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.” He coaxed, his hips never stuttering, even while your walls fluttered as your climax ebbed closer and closer.

You moaned in frustration, him stopping you from making him move any faster, “Please fuck me hard… I want to cum so bad, please Sammy…” You begged and mewled as your legs shook while his thumb pressed down more on your sensitive bud and rolled the wet mess.

“Sound so sexy begging for my cock, Princess…” He moaned praise as his hips thrust deeper, the pace slowly picking up to match his thumb. His hair hung damp along his face, draping the world around you both as his eyes roved over your body, watching you swallow his girth so well.

You felt the tell-tale pressure in your belly of a climax finally coming to fruition, back arching as your walls clenched down on him as wave over wave washed through your body. Sam groaned loudly and moved the hand teasing you, to pull your leg up, hooking your foot on his shoulder and picking up the pace to fuck himself into you, hard.

You were a babbling mess, clinging to the sheets around your head, as Sam panted, lost in this moment with you. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned while looking down upon the mess he’d made of you under him and grabbed the headboard for leverage, “Shit- Princess tell me where...” He muttered urgently.

“Wherever you want Sammy,” you panted and moaned, enjoying the angle he hit your spot. Sam cursed softly and pulled out the last millisecond, covering your mound in his cum. You watched with a pleased look on your face and wiggled your hips back up when you saw the look on his face fighting pressing his still hard member into the mess.

Sam kissed you deeply, ignoring the fact that he could continue if he wanted, choosing to pay attention to you instead. His kisses littered down your throat, darkening marks from Dean as he went, before stopping and looking down over you.

“Never in my life did I think I’d get to see you like this.” He murmured bemused.

“Naked and well fucked?” You teased with a wink.

He chuckled at you and shook his head, “That, yes, but so much more… I never thought I’d get to see you like this because of me.” He admitted.

This tore your heart. Both boys denied themselves something so simple, and for what? Your dignity? Your internal voice scoffed to itself. No... This man before you and his brother would never feel that way again… Not if you had anything to do about it.

#plus sized reader #fluff #writing #smut #sam winchester x plus size reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #dean winchester x plus size reader #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #reader insert #x reader #reader is a hunter #Sam Winchester is an absolute dom and I will die on that hill #sub/dom if you squint #writing is haaaaaaaaard #send me asks #I need prompts