yunggoblin

[yunggoblin]

The Cabin | part (2/2)

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 8k

Tensions are high and Crosshair is trying to come to terms with his feelings for you. He needs to talk to you, he just doesn’t know how.

warnings: NSFW, minors be gone. Angsty. Sad Crosshair and sad reader. There is slight accusation of sexual assault from one of his vod but nothing too extreme. swearing. some fluff and some smut. The usual.

part one | part two

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Despite the sounds of the natural wildlife, the rustling of the leaves of the foliage and crunch of dirt beneath your boots, the silence between yourself and Crosshair was deafening. So quiet that you even forgot the sound of your own voice.

He was walking ahead, weapon being carried in his hands and face covered by that helmet. You however were trudging a little ways behind him. You didn’t mind though. You liked being alone with your thoughts. Unlike the atmosphere around you, your thoughts were loud.

How can you move on from what happened? How can you possibly live in a small and cramped shuttle with a man who just fucked you senseless? Even by thinking about it, your skin itches and a burning sensation shoots through your body despite being alright now. Maker, you didn’t know what to do anymore. You just hoped that Crosshair would keep to his word and not tell a soul about what happened at the cabin.

“Ah! There you both are.” You looked up, not even realising that you were now at the Marauder. It was Tech who spoke, fixing a panel on the side of the ship when he saw you both. “Thought we would have had to send someone after you both.”

Neither Crosshair or you responded. If you tried, you thought your voice would crack so instead, you bound up the steps to the ship with the need to scrub your body and soul clean in the shower.

However, you were stopped as two hands grip the sides of your arms. You jolted back in shock at the sudden touch, almost falling back down the steps when Hunter reached out to you, a worrisome look on his face as he steadied you.

“Easy there. You good?” Hunter asked you gently, his eyes staring intently into your own as he searched your face.

You nodded bashfully. “Uh yeah, just weren’t looking where I was going.” You say with a short laugh, freeing yourself from his grasp and sidestepping around him. “Just gonna use the refresher. The walk was long.” You play off cooly, trying to ignore the piercing stare of the Sarge.

“Alright.” He nods at you and that’s when you retreat into the refresher.

When the door slid closed, Hunter sniffed the air and his heart thundered at the scent of you. There was a tinge of sweat radiating off your body, mixed in with a sweet musk that he couldn’t quite pinpoint yet. There was an unmistakable scent though and that was of a certain bodily fluid. It didn’t belong to you, a female. No, it belonged to a man and he knew it was between your legs.

Jaw tight, he leaves the ship and scans the area until he spots the Marksman settle himself in the shade by a tree. His rifle carelessly dropped to the ground as he pulled his helmet away from his head and rubbed at his temples aggressively.

Hunter had seen Crosshair aggravated before but this was new. His head was in his hands as he slumped down the tree into a sitting position, knees cocked up and he sat there for a while. A long while.

Hunter instantly knew what had happened between you both and he couldn’t ignore the thought of nervousness and uneasiness on your face matching with the pained and almost guilty look on his brothers. He didn’t want to assume the worst of his brother but given the relationship between the pair of you, he couldn’t help but wonder how it happened.

Hunter didn’t realise he was walking towards his brother when his voice drew out from below him. “What?”

Hunter stopped and folded his arms over his chest. “You want to tell me what’s happened?”

Crosshair pulled his head away from his hands, back of his head resting against the tree before lazily shrugging. “We went to the coordinates. Nothing was there so we came back.”

Hunter could not only smell the sex on him but he could also smell the bullshit in the air his vod spewed. “Took you a long while to come back.”

“Ran into some wildlife. Nothing we couldn’t handle.”

“Uh-huh. Is that so?”

Crosshair reached into a pouch in his belt, putting a toothpick between his teeth and narrowed his eyes. “Got something to say, Hunter?”

Hunter dropped his hands to his side, fists clenching. “Do you know what my senses involve?” He asked, voice low, Crosshair just staring at him to continue. “How I can hear, feel, taste and pretty much smell anything?”

Crosshair had risen to his feet at this point, towering over his brother as he still remained to lean against the tree with a placid look on his face. “Spit it out.”

“She stinks of sex, Crosshair.” Hunter finally got the words out, a dangerous look in his eyes although Cross’ expression did not falter one bit.

“Now that is odd, isn’t it?”

“Don’t even start with the coy behaviour. I need answers.” Hunter demanded.

Crosshair plucked the wooden stick from out of his mouth and onto the ground carelessly. “I have no answers to give. Maybe you’re just overthinking. Or maybe, you’re just imagining it because you want her.” Crosshair growled, the growing jealousy of Hunters and your relationship surfacing in his mind.

Hunter was taken aback and he shook his head. “I don’t want her. But I need to know why she looked fucking nervous when you came back and you looked as guilty as sin.”

Hunter swore he saw Crosshair’s eyes light up with fire in them, a rage brewing deep in his core. “You better not be suggesting what I think you are.” Crosshair leaned away from the tree, using his hands to push against his brother's chest, squaring up to him. “You really think that low of me?”

“Maker! No, Cross!” Hunter snaps, although it came across as an insinuation. “I just think that given your relationship and how you both acted when you’ve come back is a little suspicious. Especially since she stinks of sex.” Hunter stares his brother down. “Don’t. Lie. To. Me.”

Crosshair was conflicted. He had promised you that he would not say anything but the thought of his brother, a man he adored thinking him foul made a sour taste form in his mouth. His eyes moved towards the ship where you were inside, most likely scrubbing his ‘filth’ off you when he gave out a dejected sigh.

“I had to help her.” He finally grumbled, turning away from his brother and leaning against the tree as he faced the opposite way and gazed into the field.

Hunter watched him now with confusion. “Help her with what exactly?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, hoping Hunter would have just dropped it but evidently that couldn’t happen.

He placed another toothpick into his mouth and stared down at the grass as it swayed gently in the breeze. “She became involved with aphrodisiacs.” He said with tension, thinking about how it was him who pushed them into it unknowingly.

He didn’t even need to see Hunter to see his wide eyes and shocked expression. “Aphrodisiacs? Here?” Hunter features to the planet they were on and Crosshair looked over his shoulder and gave him a short nod.

“Yep.”

Hunter moved round the tree, standing in front of his brother again. “Is she alright?”

“You tell me.” Crosshair said after some reluctance. “She couldn’t even look at me after. I had to help her, she was begging me to help her. Couldn’t just leave her.” Crosshair growled at the thought of you being in pain. He was both grateful and ungrateful that he was there in the first place. Grateful that he could help, ungrateful by the look of resentment on your face.

Hunter was unsure what to say next. All the members have something heavy on their shoulders most of the time but this was different - this could impact the whole squad. So, he spoke up again. “Do you want me to get her to speak to you? Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No!” Crosshair hissed, narrowing his eyes. “You can’t tell her I told you. She hates me and I've already broken her trust as it is.”

“Is there…” Hunter's senses suddenly picked up and could also feel it. “Is there something else?”

“Nah.” Crosshair shook his head and turned away from his brother. “Just don’t tell her I said anything. Comfort her if you want. She wants you.”

Hunter stared at the back of his brother's head, a final understanding being felt.

There was no denying the sound of tension in his voice, mixed in with slight panic. Talking about her, as it did often, Hunter could feel Cross’ heartbeat quicken unhealthily. Just then, he also felt jealousy.

Hunter didn’t want to pry any further into Crosshair that evening and so left him be for now but not before saying, ‘she’s never hated you’.

He didn’t even need to express his feelings to Hunter as he now knew. Crosshair liked you, considerably. It was confusing given the snarky comments but then Hunter recalls back to all the criticism he had seen Crosshair make on your posture during training, all the times he would snap at you for not eating your rations. Along with the times that he wouldn’t want you going into the most dangerous areas during missions.... It was tough love. Very tough. He would never say it but he certainly did show it. He wanted to protect you.

Unsure of how long he stood there, he soon saw the sun setting among the horizon. Maker, he wished Tech would prepare the ship and get him off this cursed land but by the sounds of Tech’s nattering, they wouldn’t be leaving for a while.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the day's actions out of his mind. It was filthy just like the thick air but somewhat beautiful just like the blazing sun. It wasn’t your body or the feeling of you against him that was demolishing his clouded mind, it was the sight of when you had removed his helmet and your eyes locked with his. No signs of hatred, no signs of regret in that moment, just you and him. He had never really had the privilege of seeing your eyes as you often looked away from him but he swore they were prettier than the view in hyperspace.

Suddenly, something wet hit his cheek and it roused him from his daze and his eyes flitted up to the orange sky but there was no rainfall nor any clouds for that matter.

He shook it off mentally and blinked but then he felt it again but now on his other cheek. Heart drumming in his chest at the realisation, he lifts a hand, removing his glove and then placing his index finger to his skin.

The droplet splashed onto his finger as he inspected it. He had never seen a tear of his own in years, not since he was a cadet. Now, he had them running down on his face and it pained him more to know why they were there. Because of his actions. All of his actions had destroyed him. By wanting to test you to see how careful you are with your surroundings, he had instead infected you with pollen and knows he can’t take it back.

Eyes clenched shut, his jaw set straight as he screams at himself internally to ‘stop crying, stop crying, stop crying’ but he doesn’t. It gets harder and his throat tightens. A hand, your hand, clenched around his heart and was threatening to rip out of his chest. He had never liked someone like this before but it didn’t take him long to realise thag it was more than just merely having a crush on someone. He adored you. He liked the fire in you. He liked the kindness and the curiosity you held for Tech when learning new things. He liked the eyes would light up when you were commended for doing well. He hated what you did to him.

He had always loved you and it was torturing him.

Taking control, his crying silent subsided and he wiped aggressively at his skin to hide any evidence that anything had happened. He took in a deep breath and turned towards the ship and went on pretending nothing happened.

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The constant whirring of the ship made it impossible for you to fall into a deep and needed slumber. Despite the darkness of your bunk, your eyes burned from behind your eyelids whether it being from the lack of rest or from the slight burning sensation you still felt.

Tossing and turning, legs in and out of your blanket, there was nothing that seemed to help you drift off.

You sat up with a grunt, legs dangling off the side of your bunk as you tossed up your options. You could either go to the cockpit and see who was in there which was most likely Tech or you could go for a walk outside for a little while but walking around in the dark didn’t seem like the best option. You definitely didn’t want to risk falling head first into some wild flowers again.

Groaning at the thought, you rubbed your head as you tried to erase what happened. Despite not really remembering, you definitely remembered how it felt after. Your body was numb and cold, no longer scorching but you weren't sure if that was because the pollen had left or if it was because Crosshair no longer had you in his arms.

Stomach twisting at the thought, you grimace in embarrassment for thinking about your teammate like that. Grimacing how it ruined both of your relationships completely. It wasn’t good to start with but it was better than nothing. He was harsh and judging but a part of you appreciated it. If he wasn’t so hard on you, you wouldn’t have gotten stronger to try and prove yourself to him and the team. It gave you the strive to be an essential member but unfortunately it came with a cost.

You jumped down from your bunk, cursing silently as you stood on a discarded wire that was just laying about on the floor before trudging your way into the main hull of the ship. Nobody was there but you had heard running water coming from the ‘fresher.

You thought nothing of it at first, some reason suspecting it to be Hunter as he often gets showers around this time but the water stopped pouring and the door hissed open.

Not being able to help yourself, you looked but was shocked to see Crosshair stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist, quite low. His hands were in his hair, shaking out droplets of water but immediately stopped when his eyes landed on a pair of bare feet and his gaze snapped up to see you.

Both stood staring at each other, your mouth slightly ajar meanwhile he prayed that you didn’t have any special abilities that could pick up the rapid beating of his heart.

“S-sorry! I was just- I couldn’t sleep.” You rambled quickly, the sound of the water dripping from his body and onto the metal floor had eventually pulled you out of your trance.

Crosshair folded his arms over his chest and nodded. “So you thought you’d stand outside the refresher.” He pointed out to your horror and you shook your head.

“No!” You squeaked, wide eyes. “I thought it was Hunter in there, not you.”

On the outside Crosshair remained relatively calm and stoic but hearing his brother's name made his insides twist and turn, the wind getting knocked out of him. “He’s sleepin’. Sorry to disappoint you.” He settled with a glare and moved past you.

His hair was ruffled, stuck up in wild directions from his fingers meanwhile water still dripped down his bare back. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at the back of him, his skin littered in small scars over his tanned skin and the odd tattoo was etched onto his skin.

Once he was decent, he returned into the room and sat on a chair. You stood awkwardly and he felt the tension in the air. “Would you either go away or sit down.” He snarled, pulling his rifle into his lap and pulling out some cleaning equipment from his weapons kit.

The temptation to run away was in your mind but somehow you found yourself walking towards the other spare seat behind a power console and sat. He glances up for a second but then goes back to cleaning his rifle, cursing internally at his shaken hands.

It was pure silence between you both until you couldn’t bear the sound of him scraping his weapon anymore. “Can we talk?”

“What about?” He gruffs, not bothering to even look up at you.

“You know.” You had said firmly, trying to hold your nerves.

This time he did look up but only for a split second. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

“But I want to.” You sigh. You didn’t really know why you wanted to talk about it, especially with him but you supposed it’d be good to try and clear the tension of the situation at hand.

Crosshair closes his eyes and sighed, placing his rifle away but giving you his utmost attention. “Say what you need to.”

Your throat closed and you looked away. “I-i don’t know what.”

“Great.” Crosshair stands, ready to just crawl up in his bunk but you had already leaped from your seat and placed a hand to his wrist.

He looked at you quickly, eyes a little wide at first before they turned into a scowl as he analysed you.

“C-can I thank you?”

Your voice was quaint and tired sounding. Your eyes were pleading his and he felt himself soften for a second before he built his walls back up.

“There’s nothing to thank me for. Any of the others would’ve done the same.” He grunts, pulling his hand free and you suddenly hate how your hand tingles from being away from him.

You shake your head. “I don’t think they would. But you did.” You tell him, trying to prove a point that he wasn’t so harsh as he appeared.

“You begged me too.” His voice was hoarse and low, honey eyes glaring down at you. “You begged me to stay.”

You shudder, his breath was fanning your face. You didn’t even realise he had leaned further down to you as he spoke.

“I was scared.” You say truthfully, trying to find the courage to look him in the eye but you just couldn’t.

Crosshair stayed silent for a moment, his hands by his side as he analysed your face like Tech would analyse data. “Of me?”

This time you met his gaze, his question was quiet and almost broken although his features didn’t show it. “No… why would I be scared of you?” You asked just as softly, eyes scanning his stoic face.

He shrugged and leaned further back. “We don’t like each other.”

Unsure why, his words had stung more than they should have as you watched him lean against the cool metal wall, arms crossed.

“That was…��� you trailed off for a moment, shaking your head and looking at your toes, “that was never like that for me. I never disliked you.”

Crosshair stared at you and he swore those words the probably the nicest thing you ever said to him. Or what someone had said to him fullstop. His mouth ran dry as he tried to think about what to say back but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell you how he truly felt as he didn’t understand it himself. He knew how he had acted towards you but to learn you never held malice towards him only made his longing for you more evident as it shoots a warm heat into his core.

You noticed him just staring at you, causing you to shift in your spot. “Well,” you clasp your hands together, managing to break him from his trance, “I’m going to head back to bed.” You say softly and he nodded weakly, clearing his throat.

“Good idea.” He mutters and turns away from you, back to his rifle as you begin to exit the area.

You stopped just at the doorway and turned to him with a heavy breath. “Thank you.”

Crosshair held back the urge to roll his eyes but regardless looked up at you. Your face was illuminated by the bright lights of the ship's control panels, letting him see you in the dark.

There was a calmness in your voice, no longer timid sounding or regretful.

Beautiful. The word kept repeating in his mind as he stared at you as if he was now hopelessly devoted. There was no indication of what happened that day, your face soft and erased of pain and hurt and that suited him just fine.

“I said not to thank me.” He finally spoke, voice hoarse and stern but all you did was laugh softly.

“I know.”

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Two days passed and to your dismay, you were still stuck on this wasteland of a planet.

You were all outside the ship, doing your own thing when Hunter came up to you and Wrecker.

Currently, you were in charge of holding down Wrecker’s legs as he did sit ups but to no avail as each time you were lifted off the ground and plummeted back down with a thud.

Hunter calls out to you and you smile, standing to your feet and brushing dust off your body before walking over to him. “You alright, Sarge?”

Hunter stops in front of you, watching you curiously for a second before smiling. “I am. Want to practice your fighting?”

You gave Wrecker an apologetic look for interrupting his workout who pouted but then gave Hunter a look of thanks for saving you from being thrown about.

“Let’s do it.” You both walk into a small clearing, still fairly close to the ship and braced yourself for the onslaught of punches being thrown your way which you dodged with ease. You checked your posture and stance, something Crosshair always critiqued you on but you quickly picked up on.

Hunter turns away, getting distracted by Tech who came over to just go over something on his holopad when you take in the day's atmosphere. The sun was in the sky yet covered by some small fluffy clouds, wildlife was singing and there was a gentle breeze in the wind. You closed your eyes, inhaling the world around you despite your distaste for such a planet with nothing to show.

Unaware to you, Crosshair watched you from afar. Standing by the tree he was the other day, he leaned against it with his arms crossed as he watched your face soften as you basked in the world around you. His stomach twisted with uneasiness at how calm you appeared yet his heart was constantly aching. He watches on as Hunter approaches you and nudges your shoulder to snap you back to life before you both start sparring again. You had managed to strike a few blows to Hunter's stomach but he hated how you laughed as if it was meant to be fun. He hated how Hunter's hands would somehow touch you when it wasn’t a jab. He hated how his hands rested against your waist when he knocked you off your balance. He hated seeing someone else touch you that wasn’t him.

Not being able to bear it any longer, he grabbed his rifle and left to blow off some steam.

You had just dived out of the way of an oncoming jab when you saw Hunter's face contorted as he looked on behind you and you followed his gaze, watching Crosshair's lone figure disappear among the trees and foliage.

“Where’s he going?” You pondered aloud, Hunter standing beside you with his arms crossed. He let out a small sigh and shrugged.

“Not sure.” Hunter came to the realisation that Crosshair may have seen you both training and most likely got a little jealous stalked away. “C’mon, back to it.” He urges you back into position but your mind suddenly goes clouded as you thought just where the Marksman was going.

Hours had passed and he hadn’t returned. You were sitting beside the steps of the ship and looking out to where he disappeared to. The sky was darkening relatively quickly and you couldn’t help your curiosity as you stood and followed after him. Luckily for you, it was a straight and narrow path so unless he veered off into the trees somewhere it’d be hard to locate him.

You couldn’t help it as your heart beat went up, wondering if he had gone back to the Cabin. It’d make sense, it was secluded, had shelter and was quiet and peaceful.

It took you maybe half an hour to get to the area again and you shuddered as the memories of the other day flooded your brain. Just in front of you was the cabin and to your side was the decayed flowers that made you lose all self-control. Your brain was reminding you how you begged and pleaded the masked Marksman to fuck you, feeling his hand around your body as he gave you everything he had. Maker, no wonder he couldn’t look you in the eye most of the time. Same goes with you, actually.

You glanced around, seeing that he had obviously set up some kind of makeshift target range. There were lots of pushed together logs and old canteens, old fruit and bits of old furniture that were used as the targets just to the side of the cabin but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Crosshair?” You called out, not too loud but enough so he could hear that you’ve made your presence known. However, there was no reply.

You say his name again, walking up to the cabin apprehensively and knocked on the door that was shut. No sound came back. Pulling away and having another glance around, you twisted the handle and pushed the door open with your blaster drawn. You checked your corners, blaster pointed up but you froze when you saw Crosshair in the corner, head in his hands and legs pulled up to his body.

“Crosshair?” You said softly, lowering your gun and making your way over to him. Initially you thought that maybe he was hurt but as you placed a hand to his knee, he looked up quick and gasped when you saw that his eyes were bloodshot and wet tears splotched his cheeks.

“Go away.” He growled, looking away in shame and shoving your hand away from him as he goes to stand up and back away.

“No!” Your voice was stern and eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong? A-are you hurt?” You stop him moving away from you, hand grilling firmly onto him

“I’m fine. Now kriff off.” He snaps but you took no offence. Now, now he had your attention.

“I’m not leaving you.” You tell him as a matter of fact, moving to sit beside him and bring your legs up to your chest. “You’ve been gone for hours. You didn’t tell any of us why or where you went.” You scold him as if he were your subordinate.

Crosshair wipes his tears away with the back of his hand and exhales a sharp breath he didn’t know he was holding. “So what? I’m allowed to do what I want.”

You rolled his eyes at his pathetic answer. “I’m not going until I get an answer as to why you left and why you’re crying.”

“I’m not crying.”

“Right, of course you’re not.” This time you reached out and touched his face, swiping up an escapee tear with your finger. “It just must be raining in here.”

Your attitude didn’t go unnoticed, fists tightening. “It’s none of your business why I’m upset.”

“So you are upset?” You caught him out, turning your head to face him. “I just need to know if you’re injured.”

“I’m not injured.” He grunts, his legs extending and arms folding over his chest. “Just… I don’t know.”

You glanced away, knowing he probably didn’t appreciate your gawping at him. You glanced around the cabin, surprised to see that it was a little cleaner than it was last time. There was much less dust, the chairs and tables were clean too. That’s all there was pretty much. No bed, no toilet, no sink. Just them and some furniture.

“You should get back. Hunter is probably wondering where you are.” Crosshair grunts, making sure not to look at you as you turn your head upon hearing the Sarge’s name.

“I don’t think he’ll care… bet he’s more concerned about you.” You gave him a slight nudge, a pathetic attempt at giving him comfort.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “You’re his priority.”

The way he said it sounded bitter and that piqued your interest and you couldn't help but wonder… “Crosshair… are you jealous?”

He flinched at the bold question, his gaze suddenly turned to you and you stared back with curious eyes. “Why would you say tha’?” He questions, eyebrows furrowing.

You sucked on your inner cheek and shrugged. “I just don’t see what Hunter has to do with this… and why you left when me and Hunter were training.” You state, controlling your ragged breathing as you felt like a bug about to be squished by a boot.

Crosshair went tight lipped, his gaze still held your own however. “I just don’t see why I have to stand around and watch him with his hands all over you.”

You couldn’t help it but a smirk drew on your face. “So… you are jealous?”

The smirk that appeared on your left when he looked away, cheeks tainted pink in embarrassment.

You both fell silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say until he finally stood up, slinging his rifle onto his back.

“W-where are you going?” You shift onto your knees, watching head towards the door.

“Can’t stand being in this place with you.” He muttered, popping a toothpick between his lips. “Bet it makes you feel repulsed and more repulsed that I’d come here in the first place.”

Truthfully, you hadn’t thought about it like that. Why had he come back to the Cabin? Sure, it made you feel uneasy but when it was just you and him in here with no pollen infecting your senses, you didn’t mind it. Not at all.

You stand too and take a step towards him. “I’m not repulsed by you.” You fold your arms. “But… why are you here?”

Crosshair hummed for a moment and turned to face the room, taking it all in before his eyes settled on the table that just the other day you were sitting on with him between your legs. His mouth salivated at the thought but then it went to when you removed his helmet and the pair of you stared at each other as he fucked into you relentlessly to just help you.

He broke his trance, and turned to look at you. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He finally spoke, his words hoarse and shooting straight into your gut. “My heart fucking hurts.”

“I can’t stop thinking about how we locked eyes and you looked at me other than resentment for the first time.” He walked back towards you with slow steps, his heart racing a mile a minute. “Can’t stop thinking about how you looked when it was over… pain and repulsiveness evident on your face.”

Your breath got caught in your throat at your sudden proximity with him. Eyes closed and chest heaving up and down. “You didn’t hurt me.” You tell him.

“I just…” you open your eyes and look up at him, always finding yourself in awe at how beautiful he actually was up close. Pained eyes that held a thousand secrets but with softness just for you. “I just wouldn’t have wanted it to happen that way.”

He curled an eyebrow at you. “How would you have wanted it to happen?” He takes another step closer.

Again, you exhaled softly and closed your eyes. “Just not like that… with someone I like.”

Crosshair takes a step back at this and almost scoffs. “Right. Of course.”

Reopening your eyes, he had turned his back to you and was scratching the back of his neck. You thought he was about to believe but you decided on a gamble.

“Do you like me?”

“What?” He almost snaps, turning to look at you.

“Do you like me… like, you know?”

Crosshair twisted his toothpick in his mouth for a moment before throwing onto the ground. His heart was thumping in his ears. “I’m not good at talking about these things.” He mutters under his breath.

You took a step forward. “Then show me.”

All strings of tension in that moment had snapped, Crosshair had dropped his rifle off his back without a care in the galaxy and bound towards you. His tall, looming and approaching figure had you backed into the wall in an instant as his hands came up to the sides of your face and his lips were on yours. They were hungry. Scorching. Powerful. Incredible. Loving.

His body pressed against yours, needing to be as tightly wound to you as possible when your hands made their way to the back of his neck. Fingers tousled into his short hair, you manage to pull a soft moan from his lips. His hands left your face, moving down to your hips and squeezing them softly.

“Crosshair.” You breathe into his mouth softly. You weren't sure why you said his name, it just felt right.

“What is it?” He asks so gently, moving his lips from yours to your cheek, leaving the most delicate kisses to your skin.

“Nothing.” You giggle under his touch, nudging further into him. “Just felt right to say your name.”

Crosshair felt his heart burst at that moment, a genuine toothy grin etched onto his face but unfortunately for you, you couldn’t see it.

“Good,” he smirks, leaning his nose towards the hair behind your ear, “because you’ll be moaning it a lot more later.”

Your legs trembled under his seductive words, absolute putty in his grasp. You press your hips more into him and he gets the hint, dropping his hands to your thighs and you jump, legs wrapping around his toned waist.

His lips were back on yours but this time they were slow, tentative and sweet. Something he wasn’t. He begins walking, crossing the room until you feel your rear hit a table. You let out a small gasp as he drops you onto it and he chuckles darkly. “Seem familiar?”

His words didn’t settle well with you, your fingers dropping away from him and onto the table below you. Crosshair notices your slight hesitancy and pulls away from you. “Sorry… I wasn't thinking.” He mutters, doubting himself for his foolish words but before he could pull away from you completely, you bring him back.

“It’s fine.” You say, placing a hand to his cheek, his skin slightly coarse but soft too. “I just want to think about us right now. Just me and you. Like it should have been.”

Crosshair melts at your words, tilting his head to get more comfort from your hold as he lets out a shaken breath. “Let me love you.” He whispers so innocently that you almost wept.

You moved onto your knees on the rickety table, cupping his face and bringing him close to you. “Anything for you, cyare.”

His hands find the buttons to your clothes, peeling them open and pushing your clothes off your skin - starting with your shirt. His eyes trail down your body and he shakes his head in almost disbelief. “Perfect.” His fingers gently trace over your skin, running them over every scar, freckle or stretch mark. Either way, he found them beautiful.

You begin removing the pauldrons to his armour, glad that it was easy to remove with just a click. Soon enough, all his armour was off but it became a struggle towards the end as his lips ended up against your collarbone, sucking the skin firmly in the hopes to leave a definite mark.

You managed to shimmy out of your pants and soon enough you were deliciously displayed for the clone who had to take a step back and take you all in. He rubbed his chin, a mischievous smirk on his lips. “You’re stunning.” He tells you as a matter of fact, his thighs now hitting the edge of the table. “May I?”

You look up to him, his hand slowly extended towards you and you nod. “I’m all yours.”

Crosshair chuckles and his hands land on your hips, caressing your skin before hooking the hem of your panties and beginning to pull them down. “Just what I like to hear.”

You blush as he removes your slick covered panties, already very much aroused for Crosshair but your mouth slacked open as you watch him toss them over his shoulder, leaving them there as a reminder that he had claimed them and you.

He looks down between your legs, crooning over the sight of your glistening slick against your folds. He traces a hand up and down the inside of your thigh, testing how eager you were for him. His theory was answered when you let out a soft whine, grinding your legs more towards him. “Eager little girl.” He purred before cupping your heat and gathering all the slick up on his fingers. He pulls away, holding up his hand and watching your juices ooze down his dexterous fingers as it reflected in the sun that seeped through the cracks in the wood of the Cabin.

Again, you whimpered for him as you watched him stare at you in awe. Then, he stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers, tasting you.

“Oh Crosshair.” You breathed in amazement at his alluring gesture, watching his eyes flutter closed as he tasted you.

“You want to try some, Princess?” He cooed, again cupping your unbearing dripping cunt, pushing a finger into you as if to make sure to lavish his finger in your mess.

His nickname for you made you gush, never being called such a thing and never even thinking that Crosshair would be the one to call you that. You nod, eagerly and you could tell he loved that answer as his knees shook at the thought of you tasting yourself on his fingers.

He brings his hand away and then tucks his other hand around your back, hauling you closer to him. Your legs dangled over the table now and your chest was flushed back against his and he brings his hand towards your lips.

You opened your mouth, making sure to look him in the eyes as his fingers entered you and your tongue swirled around him.

Crosshair felt his heart stop, the sight making his cock rock solid against the confinement of his blacks. You sucked on his fingers, moaning as you collected your own juices into your mouth. Sweet with a slight tang, something Crosshair could easily become drunk on.

He moans your name so softly that he may not have even said it at all, his eyes closed as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth whilst his other hand left your back and cupped one of your breasts. He was glad you weren’t wearing a bra.

Whimpering on his digits in satisfaction at his attack on your breasts, he smirks as he twists a nipple between his fingers. A shock to your core and your body pulsates. Fingers leaving your mouth, he replaces his digits with his tongue. Moaning into your mouth, your hands found their way to his crotch where you gently caressed him, getting a feel of his member that he still had concealed.

Your heart thundered as a low vibration shot through your body as he moaned into your mouth upon you touching him.

“You like this, hm?” You whisper, your grip firm as you palmed him over his blacks and he nodded.

“Kriff, yes.” An animalistic growl was heard against your lips.

“Let me help you then.” You smirk as you begin tugging on the band of his blacks, pulling it down and letting his cock spring free.

You let out a surprised gasp, not quite believe that that was inside you at some point. You couldn’t remember seeing it and couldn’t remember how gorgeous he looked. Long with thick veins along the shaft, slightly curved at the tip but not too much, enough to hit your insides wonderfully.

“Don’t have to ask you if you like what you see, your eyes say it all.” You mused, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “Your eyes are blown with lust for me, mesh’la. So… sweet.”

You looked up at him with a soft smile, tilting your head as he moved his hand to your cheek. “Is this what you want?” He questions gently, wanting a final confirmation.

Did you want this? Absolutely. Both of you had clearly been blinded by your previous relationship for you both to realise that you were made for one another. He protected you, always and you worn him down, you made him feel alive. Silly how it took an aphrodisiac to highlight it all.

“Yes… I want you.”

Crosshairs soft gaze switched up quickly and he pushes you back onto the table, making you lay flat on your back as he climbed over you.

“I like that answer.” He whispers into you ear before his lips are back on yours, his cock pressing against your stomach as you began grinding against one another during your desperate kisses.

Your legs wrapped around his back as did your arms, fingers digging into his clothed back as your tongues explored each other's mouths until you began to feel him lower himself down your body, his length pressing against your heat.

“Crosshair…” you moaned gently as you felt his tip stroke up and down between your folds, his tip that was leaking with precum nuzzled against your clit tantalisingly.

“I know, Princess.” He praises, reaching down to his length, rocking into his hand whilst his tip began to breach you.

You buried your face into his shoulder, wincing a little as he finally eased himself into you, a small hiss emitting from him at your tightness despite how wet you were just for him.

“You okay?” He asked carefully, halting his movements to gaze down at you, searching your face for any uneasiness.

“Yeah… keep going.” You urge him, closing your eyes as you adjust to his length inside you, his girth scraping along your walls delectably.

Once you were certain that you could take him all, you whispered for him to move and he did, slow thrusts to start off with as he seethed all the way inside you, tip hitting that right spot in you.

Your head rested against the table, eyes closed as you let out sweet and gentle moans as he fucked you caringly. Crosshair's hands rested on either side of your head on the table, fingers gripping over the edge as he moved his hips against yours.

“Good girl… taking me so well.” He praises before repeating your name over and over like a mantra, not quite believing this was happening; as if he would wake up any moment and be back on the Marauder.

“Go faster - ugh - please faster Cross.” His nickname from your certainly made him pick up the pace, it being music to his ears and soon enough his slow thrusts became relentless. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours filled the Cabin, bouncing off the wooden walls as he drove balls deep into you.

He began to pant, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. He filled you up so perfectly that you swore you could climax at any moment if he just said the word. As you accepted his full length, his thrusts were ruthless and pummelled into you with a brutality that you welcomed as you wrapped your legs around his back, urging him in deeper. You let out a guttural moan as he began to run a hunger over your clit.

A tightness filled your stomach, a heat shooting straight to your core as he leaned down, capturing your lips against yours and giving your lower lip a gentle bite. Your back arched at the sensation and as he thrusted into you whilst also attacking your clit, you mewled upon feeling him press right against your sensitive spot.

“F-FUCK!” You wailed, earning a wonderful chuckle from the man hovering over you.

“That’s it, ” he cooed, “you like how I fill you up pretty girl?”

You nodded frantically, eyes opening wide as he began to pick up the pace, your hips meeting his with each thrust.

“Come ‘ere.” He growled, pulling out of you and wrapping his arms around you to hoist you up. You couldn’t see what he was doing, your face occupied by kissing, licking and sucking on his neck but soon you're laying down on the pile of yours and his clothes. You sat up quickly and pulled at the top half of his blacks he still had on and he obeyed, ripping it away from his body and onto the floor beside you both.

Crosshair laid you back down, back now protected from the harsh wood as you lay back on items of clothing before he penetrated himself back into you. “Gods…” Crosshair exhaled, slowly pulling in and out and looking at how soaked you made his dick.

In a moment of tenderness, he places a hand on the back of your neck, gently lifting your head whilst his other hand finds your waist as he drives into you at a rhythmic pace. “Look at me, keep, fuck- agh, keep looking at me Princess.”

You obey, eyes locking onto him as he fucked you. Your drove your hips against him, fucking him just as much as he was fucking you.

Like he wanted again, your eyes showed no remorse. Instead, they were wild and filled with lust and something else. Something he didn’t quite uncover yet.

“Don’t stop looking at me as I pleasure you.” He breathed through gritted teeth, each thrust slowly becoming more and more sloppy. “Need to look the girl I love in the eye as I cum.”

His words fell out of his mouth, whether they were accidental or not but it was enough for your gut to implode and your vision became hazy. All you could see was stars as your body convulsed as you felt yourself become cock dumb for him, leaking all your juices onto his length. You moaned loudly and you couldn’t help closing your eyes as he hit you with a few more thrusts until his hot seed filled you up incredibly.

“Agh! Perfect.” He hisses as he comes down from his high, sweat covering every inch of his body including you. Your hair was damp and sticking to the back of your neck but Maker you didn’t care at all. He slowly pulls out of you, watching him leak out of you as you propped yourself up on your elbows, panting.

He glances up at you and you smile shyly in his direction that made his heart burst. “Was that… alright?” He asked with some hesitation and you nodded.

“It was lovely.” You smile, groaning a little as you get into a more comfortable position but frowned upon seeing his knees that were covered in grazes and the odd splinter.

“Cross! Your knees.” You say almost horrified, reaching out to touch him but he takes your hand and bringing it up to his lips instead.

“Worth all the pain. Anything is worth it if it’s for you.”

And he swore that to you from then on.

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Masterlist

[yunggoblin]

This literally made me even more of a fan towards Crosshair- my lawd!

Hello! Idk if you’re still doing requests or not (I saw how busy your masterlist was looking) and was wondering if you could do some sex pollen with maybe Crosshair and a female reader?? you suffer from it and Crosshair is the only one to help you? Something like that🥺🥰 it’s okay if not! Love your work.

The Cabin*** | part (1/2)

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 5.4k

Stuck together for a mission, yourself and Crosshair find yourselves surrounded by bizzare wildlife and after he pulls a small prank, it instantly backfires as you fall victim to powerful aphrodisiacs and are overpowered by pure lust. Only Crosshair can help you now.

warnings: NSFW, minors go away, sex pollen so obviously smut ahead. Unprotected sex, pinv, dub-con, praise, dirty talk, cream pie, swearing and such. Just sex. Crosshair and reader don’t really get along well, angsty at the end with little comfort.

Masterlist 🤍

part one | part two

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Nobody could ever anticipate what happened today. Nobody could anticipate the overpowering power of such a minuscule plant and nobody could anticipate how the body of the Marksman could feel against your own.

But you experienced just that.

Rewinding back two hours ago, the two of you were walking through the wild terrain of Felucia. Primitive plants surrounded you both, creatures chittering and chirping away hidden within the trees meanwhile the two of you walked on in silence.

There was no hiding the fact you and Crosshair didn’t see eye to eye a good majority of the time but you couldn’t thank him enough for the silent treatment he was giving you. You would rather walk in silence with him, appreciating the planet around you rather than listening to him complain about, most specifically, you.

He always had the snide comments bubbling up inside him when you was near; always critiquing the way you would either bandage up Wrecker or help Tech with some technical device.

Most recently was when you was sparring with Hunter outside the ship, practicing your skills when Crosshair sat on the ramp and sniggered every time you literally went flying on your butt.

You glared up at him but controlled your temper, putting up an invisible wall to ignore him but it didn’t help as you heard him tut at you as once again, fall.

“Shut it Crosshair.” Hunter chided his brother, shooting him a disappointing look before reaching a hand to you that you gladly accepted as he hauled you up.

“Come on Hunter... she will never be up to our standard.” Crosshair stood, folding his arms over his chest as he twirled the toothpick between his lips around with his tongue, eyes gazing down at Hunter and you.

“Believe it or not Crosshair,” you spat, brushing off the dirt from your pants, “I’m not a clone nor am I an enhanced one for that matter. I wasn’t trained as a child to be skilled in combat so it’s safe to say I can figure it out on my own wether or not I’ll be up to your ‘standard’ as you put it,” you used air quotations as you spoke, eyes glaring, “so I don’t need or want your comments.”

Crosshair could only smirk at your small outburst but his smirk soon dropped as you turned, Hunter following after you but with his hand remaining on your lower back. “Whatever.” He muttered before making his way into the Marauder.

You didn’t really know how or why you ended up with Crosshair as you walked towards a supposedly abandoned settlement, making sure no separatists were around claiming it as a new base. But, Hunter thought it would be a good idea for you to spend some time together, maybe clear the air but that was most unlikely as you were both too stubborn to talk to one another.

You both came into a clearing and as Tech had suggested, it was abandoned. Small huts surrounded the perimeter of the camp, a large cabin made out of wooden panels sat in the centre. Carts were upturned, old fruit having slightly rotted littered around.

You scanned to just the right of you, a small patch of flowers catching your attention. Vibrant blue with a yellow core, swaying in the light breeze. You found yourself captivated but snapped out of it once Crosshair brushed past you, purposely nudging your shoulder. You glared at the back of his head and got back to it.

Stepping closer within the encampment, you withdrew your blaster just incase as you walked into the centre, crouching down.

Your hand hovered over the put-out firepit, checking to see if it was warm incase any other visitors had come by but you felt no heat on your palm. “Nobody’s been here recently...” you mumbled to yourself and stood back up and turned to Crosshair, watching him dive in and out of the abandoned huts, Firepuncher drawn. “You see any heat signatures?”

He shakes his head, mumbling a ‘no’ in reply.

You nodded and tapped the comm on your wrist.

“Tech, me and Crosshair are at the settlement but as you predicted there’s nothing here.” You waited for a reply, one arm folding around your waist as you looked around. Crosshair now standing to the side as he waited for the next set of instructions, placing his helmet on the ground as he shoved a toothpick into his gob.

“Good....back.....locals....” you frowned as Tech’s voice rang out but not at a clear understanding. The signal was full of static and his words kept cutting out.

“Tech, can you hear me? You keep cutting out?” You turned to Crosshair this time and a scowl instantly emits onto his face. You stuck out a hand as if to say ‘what?’, your eyes rolling as you just know that Crosshair will say something along the lines of it being your fault that the comm channel is faulty.

There was no reply from Tech and as you kept trying to reach out you got nothing in return so stopped trying altogether.

“We’ll head back.” You announced, walking the way you both came from but noticed that Crosshair didn’t even attempt to budge.

“You’re calling the shots now?”

You stopped walking and looked over at him, eyebrows knitted together. “What? You wanna stay around here when there’s nothing?” You almost mocked at him, copying his action as he places a hand on his waist as he stared across at you.

He didn’t respond, shaking his head and reached down to grab his helmet when the sound of something falling over caused you both to spin, weapons raise as a small puff of dust ascends from the ground where a plank had fallen.

“Go check it out.”

“What? Why me?” You whisper-shouted over your shoulder, not taking your eyes away from where the sound cams from.

“Because that’s an order. I am technically more superior to you so you need to follow my orders.” He responded, creeping forward in case you did actually need back up.

“Funny,” you smirk, “you say that now but was about to follow my order just a second ago.” You snort, a smile twisting onto your lips.

“Get going.” He snapped harshly, pushing his rifle against your back with a rough shove, sending you tumbling forward.

“Alright, alright.”

So, you ventured forward, your DC-17 held at a comfortable level as you surveyed the area. You couldn’t sense any initial threat, maybe it had just been a gust of wind but as you’re about to pull back you heard a strange scratching noise next to a tree, just outside of the camp.

You looked over your shoulder at Crosshair and sure enough his bucket was back on his head and had his weapon aimed towards you. You knew he had your back, despite your differences and carried on with your search.

Bracing yourself for a fight, you count to three in your head before darting round the corner of the tree, blaster pointing up then down only to find a small creature chewing on some old wood, it’s eyes wide as it looked up at you.

“You’re the one causing all the fuss, huh?” You carefully kneel down, not sensing the creature as a threat but also not wanting to risk it attacking you from quick movements.

The creature stared up at you, luminescent eyes bright and full of curiosity. It dropped the piece of bark in its mouth and scooted close to you. You hesitantly reached for your belt, grabbing the scanning device that allows you to analyse any life form or plant. As you’re about to scan it, the sound of branch crunching made the creature scarper. You moaned softly in annoyance, genuinely curious as to what the animal was, but now you won’t know.

You stood and expected to see Crosshair behind you but he was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, you circled back round the tree, trying to see if he was there but to no avail and so you called out to him.

“Crosshair?” You kept your voice at a steady level but you found yourself slowly becoming anxious as you were suddenly on your own. Had he seriously got up and left you? You had never been to this planet nor have you ever done a mission by yourself as you were usually buddied up with either Hunter or Tech.

You stop, and tried your comm again but to no avail. You groaned, rubbing your temples in aggravation and began walking back to the ship, cursing under your breath.

About to pass the flowers what you saw earlier, you found yourself tripping over something that suddenly stuck out in front of you, a small shriek emitting from your lips as you braced yourself.

Your hands slammed onto the ground to brace your fall, however, your face met the full force of the flowers you had once been so captivated by, the pollen raining down from its anthers and into your unprotected face as you roll onto your back, groaning.

You hear a chuckle from above you, the sight of Crosshairs helmet coming into view as you stared up at him through now hazy eyes.

“Should always be wary of your surroundings.” he retorted, turning his back on you before continuing down the path you came. He stopped however when he didn’t hear a snide comment or even the sounds of your footsteps behind him.

He turns back around, rolling his eyes under his helmet at the sight of you on all fours, facing the ground as you began to wheeze uncontrollably. “Come on, you didn’t fall that hard.”

You didn’t move towards him. Your whole body went stiff, bones tight and aching within you. Your skin began to burn and an uncontrollably heat hit right at your core.

Crosshair stared at you still, now growing annoyed before coming closer but that’s when he saw your nails dig into the dirt below you and heard your ragged breath.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” Crosshair crouched down in front of you, growing concerned although his voice didn’t show it. “Get up.”

“Can’t.” Your voice came out weak and hoarse, your eyes screwing shut as you tired to push away the onslaught of lust that was now trying to take over. What was happening to you and why did it hurt so bad?

Crosshair growled under his breath and reached to take a hold of you, his hand landing on your underarm to hoist you back to your feet but was shocked to hear you whimper at his touch.

“What’s gotten into you? Look at me.” He snapped but before you could move hour head, his fingers took a hold of your chin and tilted your head up that’s when he saw the seriousness of the situation. Your eyes were wild, a sight he had never seen before. They were glowing brighter than before, pupils fully dilated and the whites of your eyes were tingling red.

“The… pollen… it went on me.” You said breathlessly, staring up at the trooper you found yourself finding more and more desirable at every passing second despite his face being covered.

Crosshair stared at where you fell, noticing the flowers that he caught you looking at before were withered and grey. As if there was no indication of them ever being alive. He let go of you, regretting it as your knees crumbled beneath you and slamming onto the floor before swiping for the scanning device and holding it over the withered flowers.

He read the details quickly but there was only one word that stuck out to him: Aphrodisiacs.

Ignoring your whimpering form, Crosshair was straight on the comm channel to signal the others but it was no use, there was no signal. The trees that surrounded the area could very well be the reason as to why the frequency didn’t work.

“What is… it?” You croaked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “It burns.” You hiss, pulling on the collar of your blacks as you begin to sweat disgustingly.

Crosshair grabs you, and pulls you to your feet once again. Securing a hand around you waist he says, ‘nothing good, come on’ and leads you towards the cabin, kicking the door open and closing it behind you both.

“Sit here.” He instructs sternly, placing you on top of a wooden table as no chairs were available.

With the scanner still in his grasp, he reads the key elements on what is to be done to get rid of the pain. Meanwhile, you sat on the table and couldn’t help yourself as you pulled the top part of your blacks off, leaving you in your bra as the heat becomes uncontrollable at this point. Beads of sweat dripped down your neck, glistening against your skin from the small beams of light that transcends through the cracks in the boarded up windows. “Crosshair… water… please.” You begged.

He looks up at the sound of your voice but certain wasn’t expecting you to be missing half of your clothes. His mouth slack behind his helmet at the sight of your cleavage, cursing himself to think of you in such circumstances. He shakes his head and grabs his canteen before throwing it to you.

Unscrewing the cap, you doused yourself in the cool liquid, letting it run down your body before tipping it into your mouth, gasping for air once you pull it away.

You leaned back on the table, your hands coming up and tugging at your hair as your legs tightly bound together, trying to subdue the ever growing throbbing feeling that was emerging between your legs. Tears were brimming in the corners of your eyes, back arching as you let out a low moan. “It burns.”

“I know, I know. Listen,” Crosshair steps closer to you, shutting the scanner off. “You need to finish yourself off. It’ll take it away.” He said bluntly as he watched you writhe on the table, feeling completely useless for once.

“What- agh – what do you mean?” You whimper, hungry eyes now staring up at him, your hands coming down from your hair and gripping onto the table as if your life depended on it.

“You know what aphrodisiacs are, right? You’re sexually agitated. I’ll, uh,” he nods his head towards the door of the cabin, “I’ll just be out there… give you your privacy.” He mumbled, the back of his neck starting to sweat as he scanned your blown eyes.

He begins to move away, lifting his helmet back onto his head but froze as your hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, his head snapping back in your direction. “Don’t go!” You squeaked, the touch of Crosshairs wrist felt like it sent another sudden shockwave through your body and straight to your throbbing cunt. “S-stay.” You hiss, eyes closing.

“I can’t.” He shook his head, mouth salivating at the thought of being in the same room as you as you masturbated yourself into relief.

“You, fuck, you can! Gods Crosshair it hurts – help me.” You whimper, not even realising your hand that wasn’t holding Crosshair had moved between your legs, rubbing over your clothed sex.

“I…” his eyes drifted down to your hand, rubbing frantically over your pants as you let out soft moans. He could see the wetness that you were emitting from where he stood, seeping through your pants. “Maker.” He breathed silently at the sight.

“Touch me Crosshair… I need, I need you to touch me. Make me feel good. Stop this pain please.”

Your words kept repeating in his mind, yet he made no indication to touch you or even retreat. He watched as your chest heaved, your breaths exasperated as you begged him. Your eyes had opened once more and stared up at him through his visor.

He had spent so many days teasing you relentlessly, getting under your skin as your reactions satisfies him to no ends. But now, he watched you squirm from something that was his fault, it was never intentional and he truly felt awful for the first time in a long time. He listened to you moan his name as you touched yourself, his length suddenly aching behind his codpiece. You weren’t friends , Crosshair didn’t think he really had any aside from his brothers so how could he live with you knowing this is what he has done to you but could also be the reason for your release?

He lets out a shaken breath. “Are you sure you want me to help you?”

“P-please,” your grip on him tightened, gently tugging him closer to you so his thighs hit against the table, “need you to fuck this out of me.”

Crosshair wasted no time in removing his armour, the sudden urge to be inside you felt so wrong but if it’s to help you then he sure would do it. His gear hit the floor with a thud, his hands reaching up to remove his helmet but he stopped, deciding to leave it on. It felt less intimate this way.

He moved round the table, taking a hold of your thighs and dragging you closer to him. The touch of his hands on you sent your mind running wild, hips already buckling to try and get some friction against him. “Kriff, hurry up!” You snap, becoming another whimpering mess as he releases you from the suffocation of your pants.

“So fucking impatient.”Crosshair growled but he found himself pausing at the sight of your soaked panties, the sight making him groan lowly, the modulator of his helmet making him sound like pure ecstasy to your ears. His hand came down to you, his fingers trailing along the inside of your leg which made you almost scream in frustration, you just wanted him to fuck this pollen right out of your system but it was proving difficult.

So instead, you sat up and took a hold of his hand and forced it towards your pussy, holding it there as you began to grind yourself against his fingers. Your painfully throbbing clit was rubbing against his digits but it wasn’t enough, you need more and you needed more now.

Crosshair stared at you in disbelief though to you, you couldn’t read what his reaction was until he slowly gave in and began to rub your little nub but not before moving your panties to the side, revealing your delicious folds.

“Like that, just like that.” You mewl, back arching as you allowed Crosshair to help you, his gloved fingers feeling so good against you but again, it wasn’t enough.

You panted heavily, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at Crosshair. He still stood tall, now just donned in his blacks and his helmet based he concentrated on satisfying you. “Gloves…off… please.”

Crosshair would have come back with some snarky reply but as he saw the frustrated, pained and lust driven look in your eyes he decided against it and withdrew his hands from the concealment of his gloves.

You chewed on your lower lip, his fingers were long and tanned and almost suckable. One of his hands came to your stomach, holding it firmly before his two middle fingers submerged inside you.

“Oh! Fuck!” Body burning, the feeling of his fingers inside you was nothing you had expected. Tips of his fingers pushed straight against your sensitive spot, slowly curling against you as his knuckles hit against your folds. He began moving them in and out of you, his thumb expertly pressing against you clit simultaneously.

Your body shook against him, his eyes trained purely on your core rather than on your face. There was something in him battling its way to get out but he didn’t know what. You were so innocent usually, always so friendly but now here you were begging like a whore, barely able to think straight as he tried to finger-fuck it all out of you, hoping his tactics would get you to cum sooner than later.

Overstimulated, you needed more than his fingers although they deliciously twisted and pulled against your walls but you was nowhere near to cumming. You sat up quick, the action surprising Crosshair as you scooted back, his fingers leaving you and covering your slick on them.

“Wha-?” He barely had time to ask as you crawled towards him across the table, your hands landing on his shoulders.

“It’s no use,” you wince, the burning sensation coming back to you now that Crosshair wasn’t inside you, “I need… agh, I need your cock. Please. I need you to fuck me like I’m a slut. Your slut.”

Your slut.

The words burned inside his mind.

Crosshair inhaled and exhaled shakily, nodding his head at your ludicrous and filthy words. His hands land on your hips as you made quick work on his blacks, pulling them down, followed by his boxers and allowing his length to spring free, hitting his stomach as it did.

Your eyes went wide, your pussy aching at the sight of him and the precum that pooled at his tip. Mouth salivating, you allowed him to bring you to the edge of the table, legs either side of him and dangling as he began to slowly brush himself against your slit, easing his way in slowly.

His eyes tightly closed, breath shaken. “Fuck, how are you so tight?” You felt unbelievable, never would he ever thought that he would be like this with you. It was like a fever dream. A hot and erotic fever dream.

You squirmed, head tilting back as he slowly pushed into you, your walls tightening against his veiny shaft that if you were not so overstimulated and under this cruel pollen, you swore you would have loved to have it in your mouth.

“This alright?” He grunted, staring at you through his visor and you visibly nod, your fingers on his shoulders now digging into his blacks.

“I need you deeper… harder… faster.” You whispered through soft moans as he finds a reluctant rhythm.

He was good when it comes to sex but right now he felt like a Fathier caught in star ship lights. He shouldn’t be doing this with you. He shouldn’t be loving the feeling of how wet you felt, how utterly beautiful you looked although he would never tell you that. He always thought it deep down but after watching the pain leave your body with each rough thrust he gave you, he became intoxicated at the vision.

His eyes travelled down to your chest, gaze landing on what he only just realised to be an incredible laced bra that was doing nothing to support your bouncing breasts. Your nipples were practically piercing through the material. His right hand left your hip, caressing one of your breasts which elicited a wonderful reaction from.

“Oh, Crosshair… feels so good.” You tilt your head back up at him, holding onto his shoulders harshly as he pounded your insides at your request. “So, ugh- you’re so good at fucking me like I’m your own whore.” The pollen was infecting your brain - these words would never have left your mouth.

You heard his grunts from under his helmet, unaware of how his eyes were literally eating you alive. Sweat glistened all over your body, making you appear desirable. “Good girl.” He praised quietly, not wanting you to particularly hear it but you did.

Words kept falling from your lips, your quiet pleads for him to keep thrusting into you like he was, followed by words of how your skin still burned from the pollen. Crosshair tried to keep quiet, trying to keep his words at bay but the odd praise would come out. Maybe it was in the hopes of you hurrying up and releasing yourself from the aphrodisiac or maybe it was because... he meant it?

Chewing on your lip, your hands made their way to the back of his neck now where you could feel the slight fuzz of hair, the touch of your fingers sending shivers down his spine. The table creaked violently under you, feeling like it could collapse at any given moment as he relentlessly gave you everything he could offer despite his feelings.

“Cross.” you mumbled, feeling yourself slowly getting to the edge of your antagonising fuck session.

The shortened version of his name almost made him double over, almost painting your insides with his warm white laces of ribbons but he held it in, tweaking your nipple as he managed to free at least one breast. “Beautiful.” He cooed.

“I need to see you, fuck – I need to see your eyes as you fuck me. Need to see how much you want this pussy.” Wailing almost incoherently, your hands landed on either side of his helmet and by that action alone Crosshair stopped, as if it to warn you.

“Don’t.” He says, his cock now twitching inside you as your pussy kept him beautifully warm.

Your eyes scanned him, as if they could penetrate the grey battle worn bucket, the burning sensation slowly coming back from the lack of movement you were receiving. “Please.”

He didn’t respond and as you began to slowly lift it, he didn’t refuse this time and soon enough your eyes were now trained on him.

His eyes were like dark bowls of honey, his lustful gaze matched your own and you couldn’t help but moan softly just at the pure sight of him as you began to buckle your hips against him again, needing him to get back fucking you like he was.

His hand from your breast moved back to your waist, his hips snapping back and forth as you both maintained eye contact, totally fucking each other mentally now.

The words ‘don’t stop’ spewed out of your mouth like a mantra, the sounds of his thighs slamming against your own spurred him on. Especially when your hands found the back of his hair, tugging lightly against his silver locks.

“I won’t stop, don’t, ugh! – fuck, I don’t want to.” Crosshair grunts, eyes briefly leaving your own to look in awe at the bulge that pulses against your lower stomach when he pushed all his size into you, balls deep. “Maker, could fuck you all the time.” He whispered as he leaned into your neck and placed a soft kiss to it.

“The burnings going… I’m close. You’ve fucked me so good.”

Crosshair looks up at you, eyes matching yours once more but those teary looking, crazed with lusting eyes had dwindled into something soft once they met his own. It was wearing off and he was no longer looking at the poor suffering girl who was begging to be fucked… he was now looking at you... just as you are. Heavenly.

His heart thundered against his chest, his wall of reserved feelings crashing down with every thrust he slammed against you, his cock dripping in your juice. Then, the thought of Hunter and you from today penetrated his mind. The sight of his brothers hand on you brought back the feeling that hit him; jealousy. But now he had you and was fucking you.

A sudden surge of animalistic behaviour shot through him and you gasped as he tucked his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up.

“Crosshair what-.” He shushed you with a violent jolt of his hips before pushing you against the wall, holding you against it as if to get closer to you as possible as all composure of his flooded out of him. Your bare chest pressed against the warmth of his covered chest, feeling him so close to you drives you wild with ecstasy.

His thrusts were relentless but became sloppy, his fingers digging in harshly into your luscious thighs whilst your back scraped against the harsh wood on the wall. “Kriff, please… fuck.” You moaned as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, your teeth grazing his slightly salted tasting skin.

“Maker, you’re killing me mesh’la… look so good as I fuck you like this.” The words poured out of his mouth accidentally but he didn’t care, he just felt as if he had the need to claim you.

“Mmm, close.” You mewled helplessly, your skin no longer burning to the pollen but because of his hold on you. You just needed that last little bit out of you and you needed just something to push you over the edge to come fully undone.

“Keep going.” he spurred on, wincing as you bit against his neck and wanting you to cum all over his cock that was already soaked.

“Crosshair please fill me up. Kriff, I need to feel your cum leaking out of me, honey.” Your words harsh and desperate, the pollen putting up the last of its fight to make you sound like a desperate whore.

Out of all the things he could’ve said, all the actions he could’ve done to make you reach your climax, it was the most soft spoken words that did it.

You could feel him coming to his end, minutes and minutes of sweaty and crazy fucking built up to this moment. He turned his head, forehead resting against the side of your hurried head and he inhaled softly, lips grazing against your ear. “Oh baby girl.”

That was it.

You let out a gut wrenching orgasm, your nimble arms wrapping around him so tightly as your legs spasm against him, your walls clenching tight around his cock that you could feel the warm spurt of cum leak inside of you from Crosshair himself. Your eyes were tightly closed as you rode through your orgasm, panting heavily as he filled you up wonderfully.

Your senses instantly came back to you. Your vision wasn’t as hazed, your skin was no longer burning to touch and your core was no longer throbbing in ache.

Crosshair soon came down from his own high, one hand leaving your thigh to rest against the wall behind you, catching his shallow breaths.

The moment you slowly pulled out of his neck is when he gently put you down and instantly turned his back to you. How could he? He fucked you to help you, any of the others would if you needed them like you did but it was different for him. Clearly, the underlying feelings for you was there but you didn’t return them. Not one bit.

Your legs were shaking as your feet touched the ground, the slow realisation coming to you as to what just happened. You gazed at his back as he pulled his boxers and blacks back up, followed by him snapping his armour back in place that was tossed carelessly around the cabin.

You didn’t know why, well, you did, but tears brimmed to your eyes. Complete humiliation overriding you as you curled yourself up into a ball, covering your arms around your body.

“Grab your things, we need to go.” Crosshair told you without even blinking in your direction.

Weakly, you reached out and grabbed your clothes, sliding them over your body. Trying to wince as quietly as you could, not wanting any attention on you as you slipped your pants back on over your aching legs, Crosshair cast a gaze over his shoulder.

He watched as you wiped away a tear that slipped down your cheek and he looked away, his heart twisting painfully. Had he hurt you? Possibly. Then, another sinking feeling hit him. He waited until you were fully dressed and walked towards the cabin door, pulling it open before placing a hand on your shoulder.

Your head was bowed down, one hand holding onto your arm as you tried to look everywhere but at him.

“I need you to know that what I did was not intentional.” He said sternly, digits tucking under your chin and lifting it up so you could see him. He so wished he was wearing his helmet because he didn’t hide the broken look on his usual stoic face as your eyes were completely glossed over.

“I mean, I did mean to trip you… but it was just, agh, I don’t know.” He pulled his hand away from you and was tempted to take a step back too but he didn’t. “I didn’t know what those flowers were. I swear that to you. I never would take advantage of you, regardless of our relationship.”

You closed your eyes, blinking away the tears and nodded. “O-okay.”

“Did I… did I hurt you?” He asked, more to reassure himself.

You shook your head. “No.” You meekly whisper.

He accepts what you said and begins walking down the small steps of the cabin but your voice stopped him.

“A-are you going to tell the others? About this?”

Crosshair didn’t reply straight away. Instead, he turned to you fully and reached down into his small pouch of toothpicks and popped one between his lips, gnawing on it.

He wouldn’t have told them, not ever. But, the look on your face showed so much emotion, embarrassment, regret you name it that it physically ached his soul. He would have never wanted you that way but it had to happen. Regrettably or not.

Maintaining his emotionless expression despite the pain inside, he tilted his head as if to question what you just said.

“Tell them about what?”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Anyways… i was wondering if you could possibly do a Hunter x fem! Reader and the 1 bed trope… possibly enemies (not necessarily enemies but they aren’t exactly friends) to lovers where the two just chat in bed and it might lead to something more ..? (smut maybe but not needed)

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Living the Unknown Dream***

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 4k

Stuck in a scenario with just one bed, you and Hunter spend the night together and alone but neither of you expected for the events that were about to unfold.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only please. Share a bed trope (my fave), enemies(?) to lovers. Slight angst due to bickering, p in v sex, cream pie , swearing. Kinda twisted it up a little but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

authors note: Thank you so much 🥺🤍 enjoy your request lovely.

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“Can you stop staring at me?”

The room was thick with tension and you were doing everything in your power to stay cool, calm and collected. But, as a pair of glowering eyes could be felt burning into the back of your neck, it was a hard task.

"I ain't staring at you. Believe it or not, there's not much else to look at in this room," he grunted dismissively, shifting his gaze but making no attempt to break the awkward silence.

Ignoring his response, you continued cleaning your weapons with unnecessary precision, desperate to pass the time with the man you found so difficult to get along with.

"There's a perfectly good wall to look at," you retorted, the bitterness in your voice evident as you finished cleaning the already spotless firearms. This bitter feud with Hunter had seemingly sprung out of nowhere, catching you off guard. When you first joined the group, you believed you all got along, but Hunter had a different opinion altogether. He wasn't welcoming, disregarding any advice you offered, and instead, he seemed to derive pleasure from observing your every move with judgmental eyes.

In fact, he was always watching you with a face like a slapped-

"If you're going to clean your weapons, you should at least have a clean rag," Hunter mocked, repeating a dig he had taken at you numerous times over the past six months.

Frustration and exhaustion made you snap. Turning to face him with narrowed eyes, you shot back, "If I knew we'd be staying here, I would have been prepared. But no, Tech had other ideas."

What should have been a simple supply drop ended in a surprise stay over in a remote yet civilised planet. Not surprisingly, the others had claimed the rooms which had left you and Hunter in the dark. You had a strong feeling they did it to see if maybe, just maybe, the pair of you could get along.

“We’re fighting in a war, you should always be prepared. I don’t know how many times I have to say this to you.”

You did your best to not roll your eyes but this was something that had been echoed into your ears. “Hunter, it’s a cloth. Not a blaster, or food or water.”

Hunter stands this time, moving in front of you and you curse silently as he practically envelopes you. He was so tall and broad that it was like looking at a wall… sometimes even like talking to one as well.

You feel his gaze on you and you slowly look up at him once he speaks your name, “I don’t want to have this recurring discussion with you. No matter where we go, you need everything. What happens if we’re in a fight and your balster gets jammed because you used a dirty cloth? You could put-.”

“You at risk, I get it.” Your tone was moody, which is usually whenever Hunter had to lecture you.

“No,” he finalised, eyes glaring at little that you would think he was talking just about himself, “I was going to say ‘yourself at risk’.”

You tear your eyes away from his glaring ones and sigh. “Right, whatever.”

This time he sighed, deep and annoyed. He was half-tempted to just turn around and get some sleep to get the whole night to go faster but he had enough. Had enough with your attitude, the constant bickering and so he had to make his feelings known.

“What is your problem?”

You’re moving across the room as he speaks, pausing once his demanding question strikes you in the back and making you turn to face him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard.”

“You’re right I did, I’m giving you time to think of a different thing to say.” You retort, folding your arms over your chest.

Hunter shifts, not even hesitating to move closer to you. “You have a sincere issue when it comes to listening to me. You don’t follow orders properly, you just…” he trails off, agitated.

“Just what?” You prompt him, scoffing.

“Why don’t you let me care for you?” Comes his reply and you couldn’t help but notice that it sounded… sullen?

Your body tenses at his question and the thought of him caring, genuinely caring for you made your stomach churn. You had never seen it like this, never seen him like this. His face was red but not out of anger, it was indescribable but if you could point out any emotion from it: it was hurt.

The silence was filled when he spoke up again, not gauging your reaction at all. “Is it a crime for me to care? To show that I have feelings-.”

This time your mouth dropped a little and so did his at the accidental confession. There was silence. Tension. The only thing that could be heard was the way your breathing sharpened and he could feel the vibrations of your heart pounding against your chest. Or maybe it was his chest - he was not too sure at this point.

With enough courage, you’re about to usher his name but he cuts you off and announces that he’s leaving, that he needs to clear his mind with some fresh air.

Mouth snapping back shut, you lose your voice again as you wanted him to stay, to talk this through but he was gone the moment the words left his mouth.

An hour passes. Then another. At this point, you weren’t sure how many. You were sat on the end of the bed for a majority of the time, staring at your commlink. A part of you felt you needed to reach out to him, to hear his voice.

It is weird isn’t it? Someone who has been in your life for so long, someone who grinds your gears and stresses over every little thing you do suddenly disappears and you find yourself missing them. Missing Hunter. But you’re stubborn, he’s the one who left.

Besides, he’s the leader of the group. A strong force, a cunning warrior and a smart man. He could take care of himself.

Your eyelids were starting to get heavy and every so often you would jerk up as your body orders you to rest. You sigh and begin to strip, pulling off your body glove and swapping it for your sleeping shorts and a top. Sliding under the duvet, a luxury that the Marauder didn’t gift you, you laid awake for maybe ten minutes until you finally drifted off to sleep.

Unsure how much time passed, you finally hear the sound of some beeping followed by the sound of the room door swishing open and closing. It was him and you knew it was but you didn’t dare open your eyes. How could you face him? He had, more or less, confessed… What did he really confess? He didn’t finish off what he was saying but you found yourself wanting, needing, him to say that he had feelings for you. The silent part of longing for him came resurfacing like you had the first time you met.

Still, you stay silent and your eyes remain shut but you heard his silent steps and could almost feel his contemplation.

Minutes pass at this point and you hold your breath as the other side of the bed shifts. After some shuffling, you knew Hunter got under the covers with you, keeping a lengthy distance between the two.

Softly, he speaks. “Are you awake?”

You remain silent, hoping he may just drift off to sleep. Hunter glances down at your ‘sleeping’ body. Your legs were bent comfortably it seems, one arm propped under the pillow and the other laid peacefully against the mattress. Your eyes were closed but you had chills running up and down your arms once he spoke.

“Don’t pretend,” he says after a moment of watching you, your laboured breaths ringing in his ears, “I know you’re awake.”

“I’m not,” your reply is cranky with tiredness but mixed in with sadness.

From then, he wasn’t so sure what to say. He tossed every possible conversation starter around in his mind but was pulling blanks. Then, you shuddered.

“Cold?”

Finally, you turn your head, looking over at Hunter to see his back straight against the headboard. His arms were crossed over his chest, not surprised he’s still wearing his blacks and you were half tempted to climb back into yours for extra warmth. “A little.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

You turned away from him again, sensing nothing but awkwardness. Painful awkwardness. Hunter chewed on the inside of his cheek. If he could he would do anything to make you warm again but for now, he stayed as he was.

It wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep, Hunter following soon after hearing your gentle snores and just waiting to sleep the night away.

Hunter awakes and he’s warm, wonderfully warm for that matter. His eyes slowly open, adjusting to the darkness of the room and he almost gasps out loud when he realised what had happened. He’s spooning you and he is, well, awake with a raging hard on.

The Sergeant tenses. The arms wrapped around your shoulders stiffen and he does his best to wiggle away from you without stirring you awake. He’s blushing furiously, the what from his cheeks travelling down to his stomach and creating butterflies since he had been cuddling you for who knows how long.

He was surprised to feel the cold when he seeped away from your body, his cock softening as he guiltily rolled onto his back, wiping the nervous sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” your sleepy voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, head tilting a little back with closed eyes, “come back. I’m cold.”

Hunter looks at you, mouth agape. You wanted him to cuddle you? After so much arguing from you? “I…uh…” the Clone trails off, feeling his cock that was once softening harden once more. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He gulps, inhaling a little but that’s when he smells you, not intentionally, but it was hard not to. You had been shivering so much that you had sweated a little, the natural scent of you wafting his nostrils and you smelt beautiful to him. If any other person had his senses, there was no way they could control themselves.

His voice was gentle as he spoke and that’s when your eyes opened to peer at him through the dark. “I don’t care, Hunter. I’m cold. You’re warm. Come back.” Your words were short of commanding and that erupted something in him. That fire you had inside always made him crazy. Little did he know that it was also a massive turn on of his.

So, he does. He slides back into the slot of your back and tucks one arm under your neck and drapes his other over your stomach. He doesn’t pull you flush to his chest, the fear of you noticing his boner stirred him a little but if it’s warmth you want then it’s warmth he shall provide.

You feel how tense he was at this gesture and you

regret forcing him to cuddle you just so you could be selfishly warm. After all, what were you thinking? He tells you he has feelings for you and now you want to be cuddled up in his arms. There was no denying how handsome he was and how his muscular arms almost engulf you fully. “You don’t have to do this.” You speak gently, hardly above a whisper.

To answer you, he relaxes and his arm curls more into you, your back now against his chest and you make the sweetest noise possible.

It’s a mix between a soft sigh and a moan and his cock, if possible, hardens even more.

Hunter curses inwardly and judging by your sudden sharp breath, he knows you noticed. After all, he had pulled you in tighter so that his crotch was centered with your rear.

Your sharpened breath quickens and he ever so gently moves his arm from your stomach up towards your chest, gentle fingers pressing against the skin and feels how your heartbeat has also quickened considerably.

Deep down, he wanted to hear that noise you made again but he knew he would be pushing his luck. You wanted warmth and that’s what he wants to give you. Nothing more.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps unsteadily. He was not even planning on apologising but it just slipped out.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristle against your skin, the feeling of Hunter's warm breath tickles at you. You begin to feel him recoil back again until-

“Don’t,” you reply, voice just as unsteady as his was. Hunter stills and hears the fluttering of your lashes followed by a shuddering breath. He works his way back to you silently and ever so slightly lifts his hips, pressing against the curve of your arse.

He utters your name so beautifully that your lead lols back, finding home in the crook of his neck.

You’re beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous and you wanted this. Whatever this is. His hands find refuge on your sides, hands ever so gently seducing along your sides until his fingers find their way under your shirt. He waits, waiting for you to push him away but instead, you melt into him. You’re responsive to his touch, coaxing him to touch you more and more.

He’s straining against his blacks and he could feel his blood running hot everywhere as his hand comes towards the side of your breast, ever so gently caressing it to gauge your reaction. He’s trying so hard not to rock against you and into the warmth of you.

Then, he heard a soft groan of pure longing as his finger traces over your stiffening nipple. “Mesh’la…” he growls, low and guttural, watching in awe as your back arches into him just by his touch alone.

You begin to writhe, needing any form of friction between your legs at this point as you become severely undone. You were hot, flustered and so fucking horny. The lower half of his blacks are damp and he didn’t need to feel if your shorts were wet because he could smell it; smell your dripping cunt and it was just all for him.

He shuddered, the touch of your hand began to drag over his aching bulge and shortly after, you twisted your body to face his. He’s half-hunched over you, glorious honey coloured eyes staring down into your wanting hues.

Slowly, the hand that was palming over his blacks traced towards his hip, ever so gently tugging on the fabric as a subtle hint and hoping the clone understood what you wanted.

As wanted, he pulls away from you and very swiftly, eagerly, he pulls his blacks away from his body. Starting with his upper half, your eyes widen in delightful surprise as his toned body comes into view. Your mouth salivates a little and your eyes go down towards his crotch, still covered but wanting to breathe.

Again, you trace your fingers over his hips until they trace and tease at the lower half and so Hunter obliges to your want, shuffling out with a jerk of his hips and you see his cock spring free. And what a sight he was to behold.

He sees you look down at him, chest heaving from under your night shirt and watches your tongue lick your lower lip and almost choke on the word fuck. Hunter positions himself back to you, chest to your back once again and he grunts as he feels your leg come back and wraps around his waist.

You don’t say anything, your voice is absolutely non existent at what was happening. Your Sergeant, your leader was naked and pressed against you. You let out a little whine, feeling the way his cock slips between your thighs and nudging against your clothed sex. Ever so gently, he rocks his hips forward, just to get a better feel of his cock between your thighs.

“Your skins so soft, so…” he trails off, mouth watering as his hand comes to hold your waist and keeping you in position as he grinds against you. His cock was learning the shape of you and he closed his eyes, sensing how wet you were which he was so eager to slick up his cock with.

You had your own type of sense; knowing how much he wanted to fuck you and how much you know you were willing to let him pound you into the bed. You grab the fabric of your shorts, pulling them to the side and revealing your glistening folds.

“Fuuuuck, beautiful,” he looks between your thighs in awe, his hand coming down to stroke his cock out of instinct. Ever so gently, he slides the tip between your folds, focusing on everything. Your heartbeat, the sharp choke of your breath as his cock comes into contact with your pussy. You’re trembling, full of an aching need.

He’s breathing down your ear until his lips attack at your neck, teeth grazing and tongue licking against your skin that releases a refined moan from your throat. “You’re so wet. So needy, aren’t you?” His tone makes you twitch and pant, forehead sweating as you crane your neck, wanting him to love you more.

Hunter slowly rolls his hips again, the friction between your pussy and his cock was having him tremble and you swore he whined out a silent ‘please’.

He was begging for entrance at this point and you were more than willing to give. “Hunter…”

“Yes beautiful?” He pauses all movements, lips gently kissing at your cheek. “Is this what you want? Do you want to stop?”

A soft smile forms on your lips and you tilt your head back, eyes locking in the dark. “I want you… I really want you.” You whispered, not helping as your eyes locked to his lips and then back up to his eyes.

Hunter noticed and did the most logical thing, leaning down and placing the sweetest, delicate kiss to your lips. You melt into him and as he pulls away, it leaves you wanting more.

It was more sacred to stay silent than speak at this point, Hunter not once taking his eyes off you as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in.

You're wetter than what he had thought and gloriously warm. You’re also so tight and he goes as gentle as he can. Eyes fluttering closed, your head lolled forward again, face smushing against your pillow as Hunter began to rock his hips against you, clasping onto your hips for support.

By the third roll of his hips he almost bottoms out already, hips grinding against your perfect arse as you lift your hips as an invitation to take him all. There was no rhythm between the two of you, both taking whatever the other is willing to give.

A greedy groan slips out of Hunter's mouth from his chest once he feels you tighten around him; walls flutter around him as if you’re trying to draw him in more. In the end, he ends up rolling on top of you, clasping your hips to bring you to your knees whilst your face buries into the nest of warmth you both created as he takes you from behind.

You’re mewling for him now, hands gripping onto the sweat ridden sheets as you feel him stretch you open with every thrust. The force of him fucking your ripples through your body and you’re chanting his name, eagerly begging him for more and more.

“Hunter, Hunter,” you’re a moaning mess and you were already at the peak of a climax but you just couldn’t get there and so you begged for release. “I need more, p-please.”

He cooes your name softly, hand leaving your hip to gently cup a breast from under your shirt. “That’s it cyare. Not long now. I’ll get you there, I’ll make you cum princess.”

“I could-ugh-fuck-get used to you calling me that.” You pant, lifting your head and smile coyly at the Sergeant who only smirks as he masks in glory at how beautiful you looked.

“Good girl.” He utters through gritted teeth as he cock slips out of you messily, repositioning himself before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you upright and flushed to him, back to his chest and tilting your head to the side so he can kiss you.

Your mouths lock awkwardly together but it’s so sweet at the same time. He pushes back into you with a hefty sigh and despite the awkward angle of the kiss, you could feel the heat and longing it emitted. “You need to cum.”

His clever fingers trails down the front of your body, seeping in past through the band of your shorts that you still sported. “Oh,” you whimper once you feel his hands run over your precious bud and gives you more than you felt you deserved.

Moaning at the touch of his hand, he swallows your little whimpers of pleasure gloriously and he sensed you were about to fall apart at any given second. With enough pressure on your clit followed by the resounding pace of him fucking you, he pushes you to the age you were teetering on.

You come and it’s beautiful. You’re practically quivering against him, jaw slack and eyes rolling into the back of your head as stars blur your vision.

He slowed his pace and held you somewhat protectively. “I’ve got you.” Hunter whispers into your hair as you slump a little forward, feeling him kiss the back of your head. “Kriff you’ve came all over my cock, cyare. Such a good, good girl.”

With your high sloshing all over his cock, Hunter began to feel that tension and his knees began to shake. It’s too much and that’s when he pours his seed deep inside of you and filling you in deep only moments after you come.

His vision is dazed just as yours and he slowly pulls out and lays you down on the bed.

Your eyes are closed, legs twitching and so he does the sensible think of going to the refresher and getting some tissue for you both.

After you’re done with all that, he crawls into the space beside you and gnaws nervously on his cheek because you hadn’t said anything. Then again, neither had he.

“Was it okay of me to… you know?”

“O-oh yeah, I’m protected.” Comes your reply, soft spoken and almost shy.

With some hesitance despite just fucking you into the bed, he drapes an arm over your shoulder and you willingly fall into his chest. You sigh softly and he quirks a brow.

“Are you okay cyare?”

You look up at him through your lashes and nod. “I’m good, just a little surprised with what just happened.”

The clone rubs the back of his neck, still coated in sweat but he nods in agreement. “Me too but I enjoyed it. I just ain’t good with these types of things.”

You urged him to continue what he was saying and in the meantime began to trace your fingers softly over his skin, watching him get goosebumps as a result.

“I know I’ve been hard on you but like I said, it’s because I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I’m a soldier and since the Republic fell I never had to think about…” he trails off and you feel him take in a strong breath before he says, “loving somebody. I’m sorry if I came overbearing but I can’t tell you how much it makes me sick seeing you in any form of danger.”

You stare at him with doe-like eyes and your heart almost melts into a puddle at his confession. It showed you how blind you were at first; not realising his bossiness was just a sign of care; of love.

“I can’t, just can’t lose you.”

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sergeant handsome - part 6

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A Curious Mind

summary: Hunter has always treated you slightly different and Omega is determined to find out why

word count: 2.1k

!reader goes by she/her pronouns!

The bright suns of Plurax make you wince, your arm instinctively coming up to shield your eyes. Shuffling out of the Marauder, you’re about to follow Echo down the steps when a hand suddenly appears in front of you. 

“Oh!” you abruptly stop, almost colliding with it. Looking over to identify the owner of the hand, Hunter comes into view, an amused smile playing at his lips. 

Already on the ground below, he stretches his gloved hand up to you, offering some support as you exit. You give him a grateful smile “Thanks Sarge”. 

Slipping your hand into his, Hunter gives you a small, reassuring squeeze and you continue your descent down. 

You’re not sure why you were so surprised by the action, after all, this isn’t a rare occurrence. In fact, it’s the opposite. Whether you have to jump a few feet from a ship or simply walk down a landing platform, Hunter always offers you his hand. 

Every. Single. Time.

Once your feet reach the ground, he nods his head and reluctantly lets his hand fall from yours. His grip on his helmet, placed neatly underneath his other arm tightens for a moment as he wonders if he should have said more to you. 

Oblivious to Hunter’s internal worries, you walk over to the rest of the batch and listen to Tech’s recap of the plan.

Turning back to the ship, Hunter taps the command panel and watches as the Marauder begins to close. Sensing eyes on him, he glances over his shoulder to the rest of the batch, only to realise none of them are paying much attention to him. 

Casting his gaze downwards, his eyes meet Omega’s, who peers up at him curiously.

“Why do you always do that?” she asks.

“So we won’t get raided,” he shrugs as if the answer is obvious “or worse, if someone sees a ship like this unlocked, they’ll steal it and get a few thousands credits for it, especially with the amount of upgrades it has”. 

“What? No, not that” Omega rolls her eyes, returning Hunter’s ‘that should be obvious’ tone. 

When Omega says your name, Hunter’s eyes go wide, his posture becoming stiff as she elaborates “You always help her off the ship… why?”. His eyes flick over to you as Omega talks, hoping you didn’t hear her say your name. 

Thankfully you’re too busy listening to Tech, who’s explaining your part of the mission to you.

“Just to be nice, I guess” he mumbles his response, trying to keep his voice low. 

“But you don’t do it for Wrecker or Tech or Echo… hey, you don’t do that for me either!” she exclaims, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

Hunter shakes his head, his mind turning to mush as he tries to think of an easy explanation “Well, that’s because you don’t need help getting off the ship”.

It’s like he can see the cogs turning in Omega’s head, already cringing at his answer as she questions “... but she needs help? She can’t get off the ship if you don’t hold her hand?”.

Oh Kriff. 

“Well, no, that’s not what I meant-” he starts but Omega quickly talks over him. “Is she not good with balance? Is it like how Wrecker doesn’t like heights?”. 

Before Hunter can form a response, Wrecker loudly interrupts them, the mere mention of his fear getting his full attention.

“Heights?!” Wrecker repeats, drawing everyone’s focus to Hunter and Omega. Throwing his head back, Wrecker lets out a whine “Oh please tell me this mission doesn’t involve heights”.

“Plurax is a relatively flat planet,” Tech interjects, his eyes still fixed on his datapad “and considering our main objective is to extract the bacta pods found in the small medical facility, I doubt heights will be involved”.

Wrecker lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders deflating. “Phew, you almost got me that time, Hunter” he chuckles. 

Hunter nods, hoping to quickly brush past this entire situation. “Right, well let’s get this over and done with” taking his helmet from underneath his arm, Hunter places it on his head.

“But what about my quest-” Omega starts but Hunter cuts her off, acutely aware that you as well as the others are still listening “Later, Omega. All that matters right now is the mission”. With a sigh, she nods her head.

***

After successfully retrieving the bacta pods, the Marauder is quiet… for once. The hum of the ship speeding through hyperspace fills the silence as everyone gets some much needed rest. 

Peering out of her room, Omega holds on to Lula the tooka doll as she scans the bunks. Wrecker sleeps in one, his arm obscuring his face and thankfully muffling his snores. On the other bunk, Tech is fast asleep and judging by the pile of blankets on the upper bunk, you’re asleep up there.

Tip-toeing past, Echo comes into view. He’s seated at the table, head resting on his arm as he mumbles in his sleep. Continuing on her journey, Hunter is the last person for Omega to see, his seated form visible when she approaches the cockpit. Slowly, she nears him.

From the corner of his eye, Hunter notices Omega, subtly watching as she quietly walks forward. “You should be asleep” Hunter’s voice cuts through the silence, making Omega stop in her tracks.

She sighs, giving up her attempt to sneak “But I can’t, I’m not tired”. Hopping up on the seat beside him, Omega keeps Lula close to her, curling up on the chair. 

Hunter doesn’t reply. He knows how hard it is to go from being on high alert on a mission to being told to get some rest, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

He remembers the first few missions he ever went on and how hard it was to rest, his senses too overwhelmed to even comprehend the idea of sleep. 

“You did it again, y’know” Omega says, pulling his attention back to her.

“What?” Hunter has a suspicious feeling he knows what she’s talking about but he hopes if he feigns some kind of ignorance then hopefully she’ll drop it.

“You helped her back onto the ship,” she explains, some sarcasm in her voice as she teases “when we were leaving Plurax… she must have really bad balance if you have to help her all the time”.

Head dipping down, Hunter’s hair obscures his face. “Omega,” he groans “she doesn't have balance problems, it’s just… look, it’s better if you let this go, ok?”.

“But why?” she drops her legs down, leaving them dangle freely.

“It’s… complicated”.

“How?” she presses, shrugging as she mumbles “I’m just curious”.

“Yeah, too curious,” Hunter says with an affectionate scoff and shake of his head.

Trying to simplify it, Omega begins listing out “Earlier you said that you do it to be nice but you only do it for her, nobody else! She doesn’t need you to do it since she doesn’t actually have any balance problems, hmmm and it’s pretty obvious you don’t like it when people point it out”. Hunter grimaces the more Omega goes on. 

Thinking out loud, she furrows her brow “I wonder if she notices, I mean it’s pretty obvious so she must have by now…maybe I should ask her”.

“What? No!“ Hunter is quick to sit on the edge of his seat, facing Omega fully “You can’t do that, that’s a direct order”. Despite his pleading look, Omega simply raises an eyebrow, knowing she’s got him right where she wants him.

“Okay, I won’t ask her,” she complies before adding “but you have to tell me why!”.

Hunter sighs. A part of him is impressed, equally proud of her determination as well as cursing it. Sighing, he avoids her eye contact as he tries to explain. 

“Well, since she’s not… uh, a clone… I just want to make sure… that, um… that she feels welcome” yes, Hunter is making this up as he goes. It’s true, of course but not his main reason. 

Omega is not convinced, her face the epitome of disappointment. Not giving in, she replies “Yeah, that’s nice and all, Hunter but I don’t think that’s why”. 

Hunter’s body deflates, putting his face in his hands. Even if he wants to, he doesn’t think he can get the words out. This is something he’s never had to verbalise before nor is it something he’s had to admit to anybody.

With his face still covered, he hears Omega’s voice “Can I tell you my theory?”.

He doesn’t reply and yet Omega continues “I think you like her”. Hunter can hear her smile in her tone, removing his hands to confirm his suspicions. 

Watching for his reaction, Omega beams up at him. “And I mean like like her” she adds with the wiggle of her eyebrows.

Hunter keeps his face still, unsure how to react. 

“I mean, it’s not a bad thing if you do,” she shrugs, offering some reassurance “I think it’s kinda cute, especially since she like likes you too”. 

He freezes. 

What?

Judging by the stunned look on Hunter’s face, Omega explains “I overheard her saying it to Echo, she said something about her heart racing whenever you’re around and being paranoid over it. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing at first but every time you do something nice for her, she gets all lovey-dovey so I think it’s a good thing”.

“Lovey-dovey?” Hunter scrunches up his face, not quite believing what his sister is saying.

“Yeah, like this” clutching her hands together, Omega tries her best to bat her eyelashes as she lets out a comically loud sigh before giving Hunter a goofy smile.

With a grin tugging at his lips, he dismisses “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her do that before”.

“That’s because you always look away!” she exclaims “ooh, I’ll have to add that to the list; you’re really bad at keeping eye contact with her”.

He rolls his eyes but the idea that maybe, just maybe you like him too distracts Hunter from properly deflecting Omega’s addition to her list. Even the idea of their being some hope that you feel the same way is enough to send Hunter’s head spinning. 

Yawning, Omega hops down from her seat “I’m just saying, it would be a shame if you both like like each other but never tell one another”. 

Hunter stays quiet, though he knows she’s right. “Anyways, I’ll try to get some sleep, night Hunter” giving him one last smile, Omega leaves him alone with his thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Hunter leans back in his seat, resting one of his legs by the command panel as he looks out at the whirling blue lights of hyperspace. Hunter closes his eyes, trying to centre himself. Only you could daze him as much as this and make it feel so damn exciting. 

Were the signs that you liked him back always there? For a guy with heightened senses, he presumed he would have picked up on it… but Omega is right, he doesn’t exactly hold eye contact with you. And whenever he hears the loud beating of a heart when you’re near, he hurriedly assumes it’s his own.

Speaking of his senses, he can tell Omega is still there, hovering by the doorway. He waits a few seconds, giving her the time to speak but she doesn’t.

Hunter knows where this is going, presuming she’ll either ask him to carry her back to bed or try to convince him to get her a snack. He takes his time opening his eyes again, turning his upper body to look at her.

Hunter can feel his stomach drop. His body automatically freezing as if you won’t see him if he doesn’t move. 

You give him an equally bewildered look, a twist of anxiety in your gut. “Can we talk?” you ask, the words coming out quieter than expected.

Hunter has one main question on his mind: how much have you heard? And yet he doesn’t ask that question, instead blurting out “But I thought you were sleeping?”. 

Is that a question? Or a statement? Hunter has no idea, his brain utterly scattered.

You smile nervously. “I was getting ready to go to sleep,” you reveal “I was just in the refresher”.

Pointing to the door to the refresher, Hunter’s heart lurches at how close it is to the cockpit, knowing you’ve definitely heard everything.

Clearing his throat, Hunter nods “Yeah, let’s talk”. It’s better to talk this through now, while everyone else is asleep. 

He isn’t sure how this will go, still doubtful that you could actually like him back. But there’s only one way to find out. Hunter gives you a small smile as you sit where Omega was minutes ago. Once you’re comfortably seated, Hunter takes a deep breath and begins…

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Hunter “Slutty Waist” CT-9901.

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Hunted

Imp! Hunter x Rebel f!Reader

Warnings: Soooo much smut. Dirty smut. Very, very much smut. Minors I will yeet you into the ocean if you interact. Pred/prey kink, dom!Hunter, unprotected PiV (wrap it irl), sex pollen, oral sex, sex in the forest, orgasm denial, teasing, chasing, bondage and gagging, porn with little to no plot LMK if I need to add anything else

Summary: Hunter's chip activated, and he works for the Empire. Reader is a rebel who had to gather some information. You can figure out the rest.

Authors Note: So, we may or may not have had a very horny discussion in a certain Discord server, that led to the creation of this.... And the main reason for me writing this may or may not be @wolveria Please remember to hydrate, it's a lot

Also, if you like this, please like and comment and maybe even reblog, it means a lot to me, okay, thanks, bye 🥺👉👈

Oh shoot. Shoot, shoot, shit, kriff, kark, fuck, karabast, dank freaking farrik. You did everything right, so how in twelve hells did you trigger that alarm?

As soon as the alarm sounded, you shot the door panel to keep it from opening. That would buy you some time. Under no circumstances could you get caught. You had to get this information to the rebel alliance, lives depended on it. There had to be a way for you to get out of there. Another door, a window, or a... Bingo!

You had just managed to close the vent, when the imperial troopers had blasted the door open. A part of you wanted to stay and watch the confused men look around for you, but the longer you stayed, the higher the risk of you getting caught. Instead, you began worming your way through the rather small space, hoping to find some way of getting out.

"They're gone!" you could hear being yelled from the room, you had just escaped.

"They couldn't have gone far. Get the Hunter!" Get the what? Nevermind, no time to find out.

Faintly, you could hear the sound of nature traveling with the air through the vents, and knew that had to be the way out.

Turns out, there really is light at the end of the tunnel. And a lot of fresh, foresty air. And a huge drop to your certain death, if you were not careful. Luckily, you had the right tools for this in your utility belt, so you could climb down to the ground safely. Man, you really thought of everything, didn't you?

Though, you didn't have much time to pat yourself on the shoulder, as the sound of heavy boots and shouting was already closing in on you.

On one hand, heading towards your ship would be a good idea so you could get as far from the imperials as possible. On the other hand, there was files on that ship that the Empire just could not get their hands on. And if you got caught heading towards the ship? Game over. Your ship was well hidden. It was in an underground cave, about half a rotations walk away from the base and had enough of the worlds flora covering it, so that it wouldn't show up on any scans. You made sure of that, when you landed.

Your best odds was probably to find some place in the forest to hide. Probably somewhere with a lot of flowers or moss or something like that to hide your scent, just in case. Then you could find your way back to your ship, when things had calmed down a bit.

At least, that was when you were gonna say, when someone asked why you ran in the exact opposite direction from your ship. You definitely didn't do it because of the adrenaline taking over your body and the pure panic of being caught.

The forest was thick. In some ways, that was more than ideal for your escape, since chasing you would be harder. In other ways, you would scratch yourself on several branches and you could barely even see where you were going.

As you were getting further into the forest, further away from the sound of soldiers and further away from the rays of sunshine, you stumbled into a ditch. Great. At least you landed in a flowerbed, of sorts. The pollen from the flowers began to glow from the impact, which was the last thing you needed. You couldn't try to hide from the empire, while glowing like a neon sign hanging in a dark alley.

You looked desperately around. There had to be some kinda river or anything of that sort, that you could use to wash this pollen off of you. And maybe even cool you down a bit. It had gotten oddly hot, all of sudden.

Desperately, you reached for your water canteen. The sudden change in temperature hadn't only made you sweat. You were thirsty. Frantically, you let the remainder of the canteens content not only fall into your mouth, but drizzle down your body in the hopes that it would cool you down. It did, but only temporarely.

The empty container hit the ground, as you began walking again. You knew that you needed to run, but you just couldn't. You were feeling so weak, so feverish, so thirsty -

Before you knew of it, you were pinned to the ground by a man in black armor.

"Thought you could escape the Empire, rebel scum?" The modified voice taunted behind a helmet.

Kriff, what was happening to you? You were squirming beneathe this stranger, gasping for air and you weren't entirely sure if it was in an attempt to escape.

"You know, you almost managed to get away." He continued, his hand caressing your cheek and you had to cover your moan with a struggling grunt instead. "But then you had to go and do something stupid like this."

You finally managed to wiggle one of your hands free from his grasp, and you reached up in a pathetic attempt to punch his face. Your muscles felt like jelly, and though you couldn't get enough momentum to do any actual damage, you did manage to tilt his helmet off of him and dammit, he was hot.

The soldier had loose locks hanging down the frame of his face, with only a bandana to keep them from falling into his eyes. The entire left half was tattooed like a skull and his lips looked so soft and kissable. His eyes though, his eyes were filled with lust as they found their way back to yours. This time, you couldn't cover the moan that escaped your lips.

"Those flowers you landed in?" He grabbed the wrist you had managed to free and with jusy one hand, he pinned your wrist over your head - an action that made your back arch. "They're poisonous to humans. But not only can they kill you - they also happen to make you very, very horny."

The soldier brought his free hand up towards his mouth and with the help of his teeth, he liberated the hand from it's glove. Your walls clenched around nothing at the look of this and somehow, he looked like he noticed - but that was impossible, right?

His hand found it's way down the rim of your pants, a motion that made you writhe with anticipation. His fingers barely even made contact with your sex, before your toes started curling and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from begging him to take you.

Seemingly satisfied with your reaction, he pressed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look him in the eyes, as he spoke his next words. "And it was the oh so sweet aroma of your arousal that gave you away." He paused to take in a deep sniff. "If only you knew what it did to me. I should just take the files and leave you to die, but," At last, after what seemed like forever of his fingers teasing around any other place but where you needed them, he finally pushed two digits inside of you with ease. "You look so delicious like this, all helpless and desperate, allowing your enemy, to finger-fuck you in the middle of the forest. How could I let this option go?"

You could barely even comprehend what was said to you. The way he managed to just exactly avoid the spots you needed him to hit was torturous. You did accomplish to make out some of the things being said, though. "Yo-hng-you're the hunter?" you strained yourself to ask.

"Not 'the' Hunter, mesh'la. Just Hunter. You've heard of me?" he had moved down towards your neck, letting his lips ghost over the sensitive skin, while he inhaled in your scent.

"Nnno - THERE!" He finally hit the spot, he had so purposely been avoiding. "Right there, please!" you begged, all the dignity you had left going out the window.

Hunter chuckled deeply, the sound going straight to your arousal. He had added a third finger by now, and was rapidly moving them in the most incredible way. His thumb was rubbing circles around your clit and as your orgasm was about to hit it's peak, you grabbed onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Ah-ah-ah." Hunter tutted disapprovingly, instantly removing his fingers before you could hit your peak. You moved your hands to cover your face and muffle your frustrated scream, while your hips were grinding against nothing but air, desperately trying to regain some friction.

Wait, when did he let go of your wrists? You moved your hands down just far enough to uncover your eyes - and what a sight you were met with. The soldier was sitting upright on top of you, licking his fingers clean from your slick, while looking down at you with the sexiest look you had ever seen.

You gasped loudly at the sight, while your hand automatically reached down to give your pussy the attention it needed, before you'd go insane.

But Hunter was quick. Before your hand could even reach half way there, he had already grabbed it and forced it back up over your head together with your other hand. This time though, he used his bandana to tie your wrists together. Odd, since he had handcuffs hanging right there by his hips.

"If you want to cum, you gotta keep your hands right above your head, understood?" he asked, as he unsheathed his knife from it's place on the gauntlet.

"Please..." You were on the verge of tears, desperation to be relieved from this tension inside of you being almost too much to handle.

"Understood?" His voice was more stern this time.

"Yes, please, just, fuck me, please." Stars you sounded pathetic, begging the enemy so desperately to fuck you.

"Now, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" and just like that, the blade of his knife cut through your shirt, leaving your upper body exposed. Hunter licked his lips hungrily, his gaze fixated on the way your breasts bounced with each frantic breathe you took.

Next, he moved onto your pants. Fortunately, he decided to just pull them off you, instead of cutting them off. That way, you at least had some chance of covering yourself once all of this was over.

With one swift motion, you were left completely bare for the galaxy to see. If you hadn't been so turned on, you might've been embarrassed by this. But right now, you just needed to be filled.

Hunter pressed his nose against your groin and inhaled deeply. You whimpered at the sensation.

"So wet, mesh'la. So needy. Are you sure this is all because of those flowers?" He took a broad lick across your folds and you nearly screamed at the sensation. "Because you taste like it's all because of me." He teased, before taking another broad lick.

Normally, you would've used your hands to muffle your sounds of pleasure, but you didn't dare to move them from the spot over your head. Instead, you dug your nails into the dirt to keep them in place.

Hunter was lapping up your juices like a starved man. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping them seperated for him and keeping your hips in place, no matter how much you tried to buck against him. And although you couldn't see him, you knew his eyes were fixated on you, making sure you didn't disobey his orders about keeping your hands over your head.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook your body, as his tongue worked wonders inside of you, while his nose rubbed against your clit in the most magical way.

"Pl-ease," You begged once again, your voice now hoarse from moans and screams of pleasure. "Nee... Need more. Please fuck me."

"Well, only because you've been such a good girl and followed orders." He moved up your body again, his face covered in your release. "But first, we gotta do something about that screaming of yours. Can't have anybody find us like this, now can we?"

Quickly, he grabbed your arm and forced your still bound hands around his neck. As he picked you up, he took your cut up shirt along with him and moved so you were pressed up against a tree.

Hunter kissed you, deeply, passionately, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue. He then broke away, shoving the ruined shirt into your mouth to keep you quiet.

"There, that's better, isn't it?" he looked so damned satisfied with himself. If you hadn't been so desperate for his cock, you might've tried to tease him back.

With a swift motion, Hunter had your legs resting on his arms, giving him full access to your thrubbing cunt. And with a loud thump, his codpiece hit the ground and his dick was released from it's restraints.

Even with the gag in your mouth, you still managed to gasp loudly at the sensation of his silky head rubbing through your folds. Hells, you nearly came again, just from that feeling alone.

"So needy for my cock, aren't you?" He whispered into your ear and with one swift roll of his hips, he was fully buried inside of you.

Stars, he was bigger than you thought. He really filled you to the brim and if it weren't for the effect of the pollen, it would definitely had hurt you.

Hunter instantly started thrusting into you, wasting no time at all. It was almost overwhelming how he handled you. How you were completely helpless against him and how he had managed to turn you into a sobbing, begging mess in no time. You wanted to tell yourself that it was all the pollens fault, but deep down you knew it was only a small part of it.

"Kriff, how are so fucking perfect?" Hunter mumbled through gritted teeth against that very sensitive spot on your neck. "Your smell is so intoxicating, it's driving me crazy."

He moved a hand down to rub rough circles on your clit, igniting every nerve in your body with nothing but pure bliss.

"You taste sweeter than the greatest nectar juice. And your pussy is gods. Damned. Perfect." Hunter thrusted harder into you with each word of that last part. "I might just have to take you in anyways. Keep this pussy available to me at all times."

You couldn't hold it anymore. The way he was drilling into you, reaching that particular itchy spot hidden deep inside of you over and over. The way he was spewing such lewd words while his mouth was roaming your body. The way his thumb was mercilessly attacking your clit. You just couldn't take it anymore.

You threw your head back, as your vision turned blurry and the dark forest turned brighter than hyperspace. Your nails was desperately grasping onto the back of his armor in a helpless attempt to ground yourself, before you truly descended to heaven.

Hunter took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting it, accomplishing the impossible that was, making you feel even better than you already did. You wanted nothing but to experience this feeling forever.

As you were slowly coming down, your stomach was starting to cramp up for how much you had cum. Your release was not only dripping down your own cunt and ass, it was going down Hunter's armor, staining it and creating a small pool on the ground beneath you.

You pressed your forehead against the crook of his neck, when you felt the hot ribbons of the soldiers seed, filling you completely with him. "Now you got something to remember me by."

None of you moved for a while. Well, you didn't have much of a choice, but still. You were just standing still, gasping desperately for air, coming down from the most mindblowing orgasms you had ever experienced.

Slowly, Hunter let you back down on your feet, though he kept supporting you untill you could regain your balance.

"The pollen should be out of your system now, right?" He asked, grabbing your face so you were forced to look at him. The look in his eyes were oddly caring, nothing like they had been when you first met.

You nodded slowly in response.

"Good." He removed your gag. "Join the Empire. We could use someone on the inside of the alliance and I could use more of this perfect cunt of yours." with a finger, he pushed some of his seeds back into you. "And you could get my dick as often you'd like. All you gotta do is swear alligence to the Emperor."

You'd be fooling yourself, if you said you didn't consider it. The way his eyes were looking so somberly into yours and how he seemed to care so much about your wellbeing right after having given you the best dicking of your life? Of course a part of you wanted to throw everything away to spend the rest of your life with him, but alas...

"You know I can't. It goes against everything I stand for."

Hunter moved your arms over his head again and released your wrists from his bandana. "You know, I can just take you in. Make you my prisoner and have you as often as I'd like." He threatened, while making his way back over to your pants.

"You won't, though." You were overly confident in this statement, but the way he had looked at you and seemingly cared for your wellbeing, you were certain it was true.

"Such a shame though..." He said, in a way that sounded more like he was thinking out loud rather than talking to you. While doing so, he started looking through the different compartments of your utility belt.

"Wait, what are you doing?" You tried to run over to stop him, but your legs were still weak from everything that had just happened, and you fell to the ground instead.

"How I was too late. The poison had already overtaken your body, there was really nothing I could do." He found the datadisk you had just stolen from the Empire. "But at least I managed to retrieve this."

And with that, Hunter picked up his helmet and started walking back towards the base.

Tag list: @zoeykallus @rain-on-kamino @tech-deck @in-the-crosshairs

Sorry if anyone who has asked to be tagged on my series also wanted to be tagged here, I wasn't sure if you only wanted to be taglisted for the series or for smut too

[yunggoblin]

Perfect Stranger

Hunter x f! Reader

18+ minors gtfo

Warnings: SMUTTY MCSMUTTERSON! unsafe consumption of alcohol, one night stand, morning sex, 69ing, oral (both receiving), overstimulation, fingering, doing the deed with strangers, not beta or proof read. LMK if I missed any (✿◡‿◡)

Summary: Waking up next to stranger leads to a series of pleasurable events.

Authors note: Turns out Hunter is my comfort character and nothing gets me back into writing like the death of a loved one. Those were things I wish I didn't have to learn like this, but at least my pain can be your gain ❤

Also please like, reblog and maybe even comment if you enjoy this, it really means a lot to me 🥺👉👈

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The galaxy. Vast. Big. Dangerous.

But not at this moment. At this moment, you were safe and secure.

Which was odd, considering you were a single woman living alone, and yet there was an arm draped around your waist and a heart beating beneath your head.

The last rotation was a complete blur to you, only a few flashes of memories appearing before you, then disappearing just as quickly.

Slowly you opened your eyes and once the focus had set in, you were met with a sight to behold. Rock hard abs, as if they had been sculpted in marble just for you to see. And from them was this trail of short trimmed hair, urging your gaze to follow it lower. Only to be cut off by a pair of tights, holding on for dear life, low on the strangers’ hips.

That’s when you realized the shirt you were wearing must've been the strangers as well. It was matching in color and seemingly in texture too. It didn’t feel like anything had happened the night before, but maybe you had just been too drunk to realize. Though if that had been the case, you probably wouldn’t feel so safe in his arms. But you did.

Curiosity finally getting the best of you, you slowly - careful as to not wake the stranger - managed to turn your whole body around, so you were now facing him. 

You were still for a moment, waiting to see if you had disturbed his slumber. But his low snoring and calm heartbeat continued, proving success in your quest. 

His other hand was prepped behind his head, the shy morning sun barely peeking through the window, highlighting his features in an almost perfectly picturesque way.

His arms were muscular and led towards these broad, strong shoulders that looked like they were made to hold the weight of worlds on them. Just like his abs, his jaw looked like it had been hand sculpted and around it hung this beautiful, dark curly hair, held back by a bandana. 

Weird, you thought, sleeping with a bandana on. Though it seemed like sleep had probably taken him by surprise.

The bandana had a skull painted on it and right underneath that skull, was half of the man's face tattooed.

Delicately, you let a finger trace the tattoo, starting from the bandana down. The tattoo avoided his eyebrow, but covered his eyelid which could not have been a pleasant feeling. It avoided his nose and a big part of his cheek, much like a skull in itself. 

Your finger followed it all the way to where it met, at the edge of his lip in the shape of teeth. His lips curled into a smirk underneath your soft pad. He was awake. 

This didn’t stop you though, as you continued your tracing towards the middle of his lips, which then perked up into a kiss.

You let your hand fall back down to rest on his chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The man let out a huff, though his smirk persisted. “It was bound to happen,” he replied nonchalantly, his voice deep and raspy, sending a thrill straight towards your core.

The strangers’ eyelids were twitching, as if debating whether or not they should face the day or stay in the comfortable darkness. 

“Did we…”

“No.” His answer was blunt, not even allowing you to finish the thought. “I’m not really into drunk people.” He then added with a devilish smirk.

“Then how come you’re here?” The words escaped your mouth before you had even thought them through.

His eyes opened just enough for him to see you, dark and caring. “Guess you really achieved your objective, huh. You went to the bar last night, put down a bunch of credits, claiming you wanted to forget. Never specified what though.” His hand began stroking your back, sensual in nature but with a hint of trying to map out your body with just his touch. “By the time it closed, you were a wreck. I helped you home, get clean and put you to bed. I was about to leave when you began whimpering and turning onto your back, so I decided to stay the night to make sure you’d make it through. Guess I fell asleep along the way, though.”

Heat rose in your body, fuzziness tickling your insides and forcing your lips into a smile. It was easy for him to lie to you, but his words rung truth within you. You meekly - yet sincerely - thanked him and silence fell over the two of you again.

His hand continued its disguised mapping of your body, while your finger began tracing the tattooed ribs on his chest.

Somehow the tracing turned into kissing, at first just one, but when there was no protest, several more. And when the tattoo ended, the kissing continued onto his abs, then hips and down the trail of hair, all the way to the band of the tights, which was now restraining a bulge.

The stranger wasn’t exactly innocent either, as you reached further down, so did his hand. From your back to your hips, down your thigh and up again, until it could grab a handful of ass.

You glanced back at him, wordlessly asking for permission to continue. 

He responded by grabbing your hips and pulling you over him, so you had a knee on each side of his head.

As you freed his cock from its restraints, he pulled your panties to the side to get a better view. He mumbled something under his breath, you couldn’t hear what but it sounded like admiration. 

You were also guilty in taking a moment to admire the sight before you. His cock stood tall, average in height though far from the same could be said about the girth. Your mouth began salivating, your walls clenching around nothing, which the stranger evidently noticed with a chuckle. The thought of having him inside you was almost enough to drive you crazy.

Like a starved person, you licked all the way from the base to the head, before engulfing your mouth around his cock.

The stranger hissed at the sensation, straining his hips not to thrust up into you. His approach was far less aggressive and more like he was studying your sex and seemingly relishing the scent of your arousal, though you could be mistaken.

After what felt like an eternity of him just staring at your most private parts, fingers every now and then ghosting over where you wanted the most contact, his tongue finally pressed onto your sensitive bud.

At first it was just small, careful licks. Then his lips closed around your clit and began to switch between licking and sucking. You moaned into his cock and he returned the favor, the sound vibrating through your body.  

You couldn’t even close your hand fully around the base of his cock, though you did your best while pumping up into your mouth. You kept switching between licking, sucking and slurping on the now messy mixture of precum and spit.

Once confident enough, you let go of his base to fondle the balls instead. Relaxing your throat, you took in all of him, hollowed your cheeks and swallowed.

The strangers head back with a groan, abandoning your sex in the process. “Kriff, I - ah - won’t lassssth,” he muttered barely apprehensible. His hands grabbed onto your thighs for dear life.

You didn’t care that he had stopped on his end. The pleads, moanings and groans were more than enough to satisfy you. You continued, feeling his balls tightening in your hands with each little movement you made.

It didn’t take long before hot, creamy ribbons shot down your throat, as you swallowed around his cock. The stranger had probably thought that was the end of it, but you were feeling mischievous and continued sucking, overstimulating the poor guy. 

His hands were now holding you in a bruising grip, his moans sporadic and desperate. But when he let out a weak “w-wait!” you stopped and glanced back at him.

In less than a second, your world was turned upside down - literally. You knew the man was strong - I mean, just look at him - but you had never imagined that he could so easily just grab you, pick you up and spin you around, so that now you were lying in his place and he was on top of you.

It had all happened so quickly, you barely realized it before he was taking off your panties completely. 

“Oh, and by the way Y/N” He said with a smug look while patting the inside of your thigh. “The name you’re gonna be moaning is Hunter.”

That was a challenge and a promise.

His attack was relentless. If you had thought his careful exploring earlier was due to inexperience, you’d be sorely mistaken. He started with a couple of broad strokes of his tongue, from your entrance to your clit, before diving into you. His tongue was exploring your insides, slurping in all you gave him. Meanwhile he was expertly using his nose to tease your clit, building your orgasm in no time.

You were helpless in his hands. Your body squirmed under the sudden attack, but his grip was holding the most important part still. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, though you kept stopping yourself right before saying his name - you weren’t going to lose the challenge that easily.

Your fingers slid through his luxurious locks, gripping anything they could get a hold of in an attempt to ground yourself. It didn’t work.

Your back arched into the bed, as the coil in your stomach snapped and waves of pleasure washed over you. A string of incoherent words escaped your lips and if the stranger - Hunter - hadn’t held you in place, you would probably have ascended to the stars.

He ate up everything you gave and then some. Your whole body was shaking as it came down from the orgasm, but he wasn’t relenting. No, he wanted revenge from you overstimulating him, he wanted you to moan his name and he was going to get it.

Hunter moved the attention back to your clit, sucking and licking the now oversensitive bud. He prodded one finger inside you, quickly adding another when he realized there was space. They seemed to be searching your insides, until he found that hard to reach spot inside you.

“Hunter!” You gasped, back instantly arching into the bed once more. You felt the smirk on his lips, as his gaze raised to meet yours. It was hungry, mischievous and victorious.

While remaining eye contact, he added a third finger, filling and stretching you more than you thought possible. All the while, his tongue continued its expert work.

You held eye contact for as long as possible, but had to give up, as each thrust and stroke of his fingers coerced a second orgasm to come forth.

“Hu-Hunter,” You moaned, by now having completely given up all control of the situation. “I can’t.” 

This seemed to finally stop the oral attack on your sex, though the fingers continued their hard work. “You can, Y/N. I know you can. Do it, for me, cum for me.” His voice was deep and raspy, encouraging yet commanding. How could you ever deny him his wish?

Hunter returned to his work on your clit, the small break from the stimulation and then having it instantly revived was what finally sent you over the edge.

His name was on your lips like a chant, your vision blurring as tears pricked your eyes, your walls squeezing around his fingers while the rest of you was spasming from the orgasm. His free hand was making sure you weren’t hurting yourself or him in the process, but had given up on keeping you in place. He had won and was now letting you ride out the high.

When you finally returned to this plane of existence, Hunter was sitting up, caressing your thigh and looking at you with such admiration. His hair was hanging loose around his face, making you realize you pulled off the bandana during the act. Half of his face and upper chest was glistening in your juices.

He was beautiful.

“Think you can handle one more round?” He asked, once you had managed to catch your breath again. His eyes quickly darted downwards before returning to you, urging you to follow their destination. 

And right there was his weeping cock, standing at attention and ready for action. 

You looked back up at him, quirking up an eyebrow as you challenged: “Do you?”

Dividers by: @djarrex and unknown

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[yunggoblin]

Dear LAWD THAT WAS-

Make Him Watch

Crosshair x F!Reader x Hunter

Summary: You and Hunter are captured and taken back to Kamino. When Crosshair finally meets you, the beautiful woman who replaced him, he figures out the perfect way to make Hunter hurt.

Warnings: sadistic crosshair, smut, piv, oral, fingering, voyeurism, degradation with a sprinkle of praise, bit of slapping, hunter getting absolutely cuckolded, squirting,⚠️dub-con!! See A/N. DNI if that makes you uncomfortable ⚠️ this is filthy, you cannot say I didn’t warn you

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: I want to make it perfectly clear that the reader is 100% consenting to this, but that fact isn't clear to Hunter so there are hints of dub-con going on. She doesn’t wanna act too excited about getting used by Crosshair.

The smut portion of this is 99% Crosshair but there is a romantic element with Hunter, which is why this fic is labeled Crosshair x reader x Hunter :)

PT 2!!

gif cred: kamino-coruscant and sergeant-hunter

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“Assholes” You spat, as they threw you and Hunter into a desolate holding cell. The planet you both called home was now being used to hold you captive.

You sat together on the long metal bench that spread the length of the room, binders wrapped around your wrists

“We’re gonna get out of here, don’t worry” Hunter reassured you, though his tone made it clear that he wasn’t really sure of that.

“Do you think it’s Crosshair? The one who ordered us to be brought here?” You asked about the man you’d never had the opportunity to meet. The guys talked about him often, usually mentioning their sorrows or hatred for losing him to the empire.

“I don’t know...It could be” He started “But that will make getting out of here a lot more complicated”

You sighed, leaning back against the steel wall. You looked over to Hunter, who mutually met your gaze. Neither of you spoke, but your stare said a thousand words. There was undeniable tension between the two of you. Tension you’d never acted upon, but Hunter’s over protection of you never went unnoticed, and you knew he had feelings for you, as you did for him.

“I’m sorry I got us into this” Hunter broke the silence, looking away from you shamefully.

“I’m just as at fault as you are” You said calmly. That was true, and you both knew it.

“I could’ve done something to get you to safety before they got us both”

“Don’t beat yourself about this, Hunter” You consoled him, “We will get out of here. Just like we always do”

He smiled warmly at you, and you returned the gesture. You scooted closer to him, gently resting your head on his shoulder. His body tensed, but relaxed once you fell against him. You’d never been this intimately close to him.

You sat in silence, listening to the clanking armor and heavy footsteps of clone troopers filling the hall beyond your prison door. An hour must’ve went by before anything happened.

Several sets of close footprints approached your cell. You lifted your head from Hunter’s shoulder, attentive to what would come next.

The metal door swept up smoothly and suddenly. There were five, maybe six clone troopers in your sight, and you stared intently, anticipating what they’d say or do.

Just then, a silver haired, armored man stepped forward through the wall of troopers. He had an interesting tattoo over his left eye, and a toothpick hanging from his lip. A sour scowl was present on his face as he finally looked to Hunter.

“Crosshair. I figured you'd show up.” Hunter spat.

Crosshair. The one former member of the Bad Batch you’d only heard stories of. He was strikingly beautiful and stoic as he stood tall ahead of you, his presence taking a small breath from your chest. You admired him subtly, hoping to not alert Hunter to your fascination.

“Hunter” Crosshair smirked, pulling the toothpick away from his mouth. “Leave us, boys. But stay close” He instructed his troopers.

You looked to Hunter, watching for his response. He was calm, but a stern expression held him still.

"I was hoping for the whole squad" Crosshair paced. "But you'll do"

"What do you want?” Hunter inquired, keeping his patience.

"Finding you was not easy, as one could expect" Crosshair scoffed at him, stopping in his tracks, "I just want to have a little chat"

"Let's chat, then" Hunter's eyes peered sharp at him.

“Who do we have here?" Crosshair turned to you, devouring you with his eyes, evaluating you like you were his next meal.

"Don't talk to her", Hunter fumed, trying to protect you even in this helpless situation.

"Is this my replacement?" Crosshair asked. Neither Hunter nor you answered. Crosshair chuckled, still never tearing his eyes away from you. "I can see why you've kept her around so long" He said, fiddling the toothpick in his fingers.

"Shut up, Crosshair" Hunter seethed. It infuriated him for his brother, and now enemy, to speak about you like that.

"I wouldn't be too snappy with me if I were you" Crosshair growled, finally looking to Hunter, take notice of his defensive tone. "You love her don't you?"

You two exchanged side glances at each other. Although unspoken and never acted upon, you both knew that to be true.

"How pathetic." He snickered, "I can't say that I blame you, though".

Hunter scoffed, his fists balled.

Crosshair walked over to you slowly, until he could tower over you. His index finger curled and lifted your chin up when you refused to look at him. You shivered, feeling a spark in his touch. It felt wrong to be so attracted to him, but gods he was so strikingly handsome.

"Has he fucked you yet?" Crosshair smirked. Your brows furrowed.

"That's none of your business" You spat hatefully.

"So he hasn't." Crosshair whispered, "That is a shame"

"Stop talking to her" Hunter repeated his demand, his anger overtaking him.

"What are you going to do if I don't?" Crosshair began, his finger still supporting your chin as he leaned into Hunter's face, "Maybe I need show you how its done. A pretty thing like this walking around and you haven't even shoved your cock in her yet? I'm disappointed in you, Hunter."

Hunter's attention snapped up to Crosshair, his face growing a deep red, and jaw clenching at the thought of Crosshair even touching you. The way he looked at him scared the hell out of you. You'd never seen him this angry.

"If you lay a hand on her, you will regret it" Hunters protective instincts were amplified now, and it tore him apart that he couldn't physically keep Crosshair away from you.

"Regret it? Oh I doubt that" Crosshair laughed sadistically, "I bet it would tear you apart to watch me bend her over right here and fuck her brains out, wouldn't it?"

Hunter was unsuccessful in pretending not to care, hoping he would drop the subject and leave you alone. You were ashamed to admit that you hoped Crosshair did as he promised. You loved Hunter, but Crosshair was breathtaking and it was always a fantasy of yours for him to watch another man have you.

"I'll kill you." Was all Hunter managed to mutter hatefully.

Crosshair mocked his anger by laughing softly again.

While watching Hunter's fuming stare, Crosshair grabbed you by the throat, yanking your fragile body, standing you on your feet. You gasped, both from the pressure around your neck and your new arousal simultaneously.

Hunter jolted to his feet, his hands still immobile, but his instinct told him to do anything he could to protect you.

“Take one more step, and my troopers will come in here and shoot you down faster than you can take your next breath” Crosshair threatened.

Hunter’s defeated expression broke you, conflicting with how your heart fluttered in Crosshair grasp. You wanted this, but it would break him even more to know that you felt that way, so you needed to be subtle.

“Should’ve claimed her when you had the chance”.

Hunter was silent while he sat back down, knowing there’s nothing he could do now.

“Do us both a favor and be good for me, pet” Crosshair whispered.

"Yes, sir" You whispered back.

He ripped your tunic off your body with what felt like very little effort, revealing your bare breasts. Crosshair growled at the sight, taking one into his hand, massaging it roughly. Hunter refused to look, his jaw noticeably tightening.

He bent you over with a brute force, your elbows catching you on the seat. Your leggings came next, though he was decent enough to properly pull them down, instead of ripping them. The hem of the pants was lowered to your knees and Crosshair’s gloved hand traveled up the back of your thighs.

“I bet she’s already wet for me” Crosshair purred, sticking a now ungloved finger inside your already wet cunt. You tried to hide a moan, but it was no use.

Hunter's attempt to look away had failed him. His head snapped to you bent over next to him, and the sound that crawled from his throat was the most needy moan you’d ever heard. He'd never seen you undressed in any way, even though he'd wanted to. However, this was not what Hunter had in mind when he fantasized about seeing you naked for the first time.

"Just as I thought" Crosshair snickered, feeling the slickness pooled within your walls. Bringing his fingers to his tongue, he tasted you, "Sweet, too".

"On your knees, pet" Crosshair instructed. You obey and lowered down to the floor, your face level with his bulge.

"Crosshair" Hunter said with a threatening tone, as if to warn him before he went any further. "Don't do this".

"Not liking the show?" He smirked, "Keep quiet"

Hunter knew that Crosshair was doing this to infuriate and enrage him, that was his whole goal…but it took everything in him not to completely lose it.

Crosshair removed the piece of armor restricting access, and released his cock from its restraints. It flew into your face, right where he wanted it.

"Suck it" He demanded.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his throbbing length. He leaned his head back before moaning in approval, a sound that made you ache for him. You could feel Hunter's angry, yet lustful gaze upon you as you continued.

You bobbed your head steadily, wetting his shaft with your tongue. You looked up at him, to catch him admiring how well you took him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him as you sucked him rhythmically.

Crosshair hands then gripped your head on both sides to use you as his personal fuck toy. He aggressively fucked your face, poking past the back of your throat every time. Tears pooled in your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. As he stopped thrusting, he held his cock deep in your throat until you gagged and coughed around him.

"Fucking slut" He spat, "Can't handle it?"

You were breathless and speechless as he removed himself, looking up to him with your tears streaming down your face and saliva left on your lips. He took your face into his hand, squeezing tight to hold your attention.

"Look" He pushed your face to look at Hunter, "Look how ruined she is already, just you wait".

Hunter's brows were furrowed, a look of desire hidden in his eyes. You shot him a satisfied smirk, hoping for it to be a signal to him that you were okay. This earned a undeniable expression of raging jealousy. His hips bucked, revealing his hardened length that he was helpless to touch.

Crosshair snatched your face back to him. He released his hold before striking you, leaving a sharp sting against your cheek.

"You are hurting her!" Hunter shouted.

"On the contrary...She likes it" He said, referring to the look of pure satisfaction in your eyes. “Don’t say another word” He said to Hunter.

He threw your body around like it was nothing, and to him, you were nothing. He stood you up and bent you over again, putting you on your bound hands and knees on the long seat you shared with Hunter. This put your entrance at easy access for him in his standing position.

You eagerly anticipated his next move. You jolted at the unexpected feeling of his fingers digging into your cunt again. He pushed in another, filling you with three now. You shamelessly whimpered at the instant pleasure. He pumped them steadily, the sound of your wetness echoing the room.

"Fuck" You whined softly, resulting in a deeper thrust of his digits, and his thumb pressed to your clit.

As your sweet, delicate noises became more prominent, Hunter was incapable of sitting still. His hunger for you, already so strong, was lit on fire as he watched you be pleasured by another man. Everything inside of him burned. His jealously. His rage. His lust. His blood. He couldn't stand it, yet he had to, for he had no other choice.

“I’m about to show you how to mark your claim on a woman. When I’m done, you’ll wish you got to her first” He sneered.

The emptiness was instant torture as he displaced his fingers. But suddenly, you felt a thickness pressing lightly at your entrance. He allowed no time for you to adjust before slapping his hips against yours, his cock burying itself deep within you.

Crosshair sucked a sharp breath through his teeth, followed by an erotic and satisfied sigh.

"She fits around my cock perfectly" He said, looking over to Hunter, watching his rage continue to fume.

The feeling of being completely full was a feeling you welcomed with pleasure. He began pounding into you, skin slapping loudly together with every thrust. He fucked you like he hated you, and gods you were in heaven. You'd never been fucked like this before, and to feel it now was pure ecstasy.

He wrapped his arms around your chest, suffocating your breasts, and yanked your body up, pressing your back into his chest. The thrusts grew quicker, his hateful nature motivating his motions. He pressed his lips against your cheek and forced you to look over at Hunter.

You gazed into his eyes, the shared glance exchanging another thousand words, this time so different than before. The way he watched you, the way he scanned the length of your body, the way he watched your ass jiggle against Crosshair's every thrust...it drove you crazy, fueling the frenzy you were experiencing.

"You could never fuck her like this, Hunter" He growled, his pleasure intensifying in this new position, fucking you standing straight up.

"Shit..." You let the word fall from your lips, followed by the slew of moans that followed loudly into the air.

"Tell Hunter how good I make you feel...go on"

You hesitated, struggling to speak. Crosshair struck you again, scolding you, and you winced in pain.

"He feels so good inside me, Hunter" You whined finally, and Hunter became flustered and restless as he had never heard you speak like that, "Fuck, his cock is so deep" You said, proud of the filthy words you spoke so freely.

"Listen to the way she cries for my cock...like the little whore she is" Crosshair purred, his lips still pressed against your face.

"Say my name, pet. Tell him who this pussy belongs to"

"C-Crosshair" You breathlessly whimpered. He smirked against you. You locked eyes with Hunter again, his face remaining the same. His bound hands could do little to please him, but his hips instinctively pushed upward, rubbing his covered length against his hands.

Crosshair put stronger force into one last thrust before holding himself buried inside your walls.

"You know, Hunter...Her cunt feels amazing, but knowing that I’m taking what's yours...that feels even better"

"She isn't yours" His possessive tone returned.

"No? Don't you see how desperate the slut is for me?"

"And she's not a slut" Hunter defended you.

"Whatever you say" Crosshair sarcastically scoffed.

He pulled out, leaving your walls clenching in his absence.

"Beg for it" He groaned.

"Please" You looked back at him.

"Use you words, slut" He sneered.

"Please give it back" You breathed.

He pressed only the tip inside, and when you whimpered, he pulled out again, causing you to cry out in desperation. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, still depriving you of what you needed.

"Crosshair" You pleaded so sweetly.

"My name sounds so good on your lips"

He threw you down, and you felt mortified as you fell to the ground.

"Get up", Crosshair demanded, "Lay down, head in his lap"

"What?" You asked in disbelief.

"Did I stutter? Do as I say." He spat.

You hesitantly laid your head in Hunter's lap, your face next to his bounded wrists. He looked down at you, eyes travelling across to your stiffened peaks, then down to your mound. You lustfully devoured him with your gaze, and it was impossible for him to break that contact.

Crosshair yanked the remaining material of your leggings still clinging to your legs. He joined you on the bench and you gasped as he lifted your legs, pulling them straight up to lay against his chest.

"Will you cum for me, pet?" Crosshair whispered bringing his hand down to your pulsating clit that was so deprived of deserved attention. You nodded silently, ready for your own release.

You had to admit that laying in Hunter's lap while this happened was so hot.

As Crosshair worked at circling your clit, he pushed his cock between your folds and began fucking you simultaneously. Such a wonderful fire ignited in your belly, accompanying a twisting coil of tension. It grew quickly, your nerves already on their very edge.

Crosshair could hear it in your noises that you were falling close to your climax, and focused in on your pleasure.

"I bet you thought that the first time you'd hear her make these sweet little sounds, it would be your own cock bringing her pleasure, didn't you?" Crosshair relentlessly and harshly teased Hunter, which you know you'd feel bad about that later, but right now, it only further aroused you.

Hunter remained silent, trying not to give Crosshair the satisfaction of seeing how jealous he was.

The euphoric pleasure that continued building approached its peak. You clenched tightly around his cock.

"Fuck, I- I'm gon...I'm gonna cum" You stuttered messily.

A feeling you'd only experienced once or twice before made itself known very suddenly. As your orgasm burst open, it washed over you elegantly. Immediately, you felt a wetness releasing itself, relieving the unfamiliar pressure. Anyone on the other side of the door would've thought you were in pain with the nature of your overwhelmed, very audible expression. You squirted harder than you expected, and soaked Crosshair.

"Look at the fucking mess you made" Crosshair groaned, "Such a good and filthy girl"

They both growled deeply in approval as they watch you crumble in Crosshair's touch. As you fall apart, your vision became a blur, and you lost yourself in the euphoria. Your back arched away from the bench, pressing your head further into Hunter's lap. Throwing your arms behind you to grab hold of something, you grip Hunter's unarmored arm with both hands together. You felt the sudden twitch of his erection beneath your head.

He was infatuated with you, obsessed with the sight of you cumming. All he could do was wish it was him instead. Crosshair snatched your face back to him.

"I'm going to cum deep inside that little cunt, and leave a reminder to you, that you're mine now" He threatened, gripping your throat now in the process.

His animalistic moaning drew deeper breaths from him as his thrusting became aggressive. As if he hadn't already fucked you nearly senseless, this pace would likely ruin you.

His grunts were angry and rough as he spilled his seed deep inside you, he held himself there, marking his claim on you. As he climaxed, the grip around your throat was tightened, restricting blood flow to your head. Stars filled your eyes before he finally released his hold.

His breath trembled and he came down, pulling his cock out of you slowly.

He shoved your legs off of him, having no use for you anymore. They lazily fell across the bench, leaving your head still in Hunter's lap. You leaned up, trying to gather yourself from the best fucking you'd ever had.

Crosshair used a small key from his pocket to release the binders from their hold on both of you, saying nothing at all.

Within the same second that Crosshair turned away, Hunter shot to his feet, using no hesitation to channel the raging fire flowing through his veins, to slam Crosshair into the wall. His armor collided with the steel, creating a loud commotion.

Hunter, somehow able to keep his composure, held his arm to Crosshairs throat, and got close to his face.

"It won't be today, but I will kill you for what you’ve done”, Hunter angrily whispered.

"How about I give you a head start out of here and we can call it even?" Crosshair smirked.

Hunter released his arm, resisting the dangerous urge to inflict pain upon his brother. He turned to you with sorrowful and concerned eyes.

"Y/N…sweetheart. Are you okay?" He squatted down to look up at you. “I am so sorry that I couldn’t stop him”

"I'm okay...really, I am" You reassured. Hunter didn't understand, but he was, at the very least, glad to hear you say that.

Your body shivered from the continued exposure from the frigid cell. Hunter hurriedly grabbed your leggings and helped you put them back on.

"Your top...where is your top?" He asked, resisting the urge to stare at your breasts that he was eye level with.

"He ripped it, I can't wear it".

Crosshair snickered from across the room, watching your interaction unfold. Hunter removed his long sleeve shirt quickly, revealing the broadness of his carved chest. You stared at it, enamored with his body.

"Here" He said, pulling it over your head. You smiled warmly at him with a look that showed your remorse. He helped return your shoes to your feet and guided to you to stand with a hand on your back.

"Go on, get your head start. We'll meet again, I'm sure" Crosshair taunted. "Lovely to meet you" He teased, watching you once more. You smirked back at him before quickly joining Hunter for your escape to freedom.

PT 2

[yunggoblin]

Imagines are open if anyone would like to request any!

hi!! i’ve never done one of these before but i was wondering if you could write a fluff fic with loki or tom, you pick🙊

where he and gn!reader are slow dancing to Seasons by wave to earth, a beautiful, tender moment between them. you can pick the setting! pls tag me if you end up writing this <3

thank you :3

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slow Dancing, Tom being sweet

A/N: Hi! @tessasaurusworld so, I just want to thank you for being the FIRST EVER to request something to me! I normally don't do this (just because no one has asked really) but I'm willing to give it a go! Okay, fair warning I've never wrote a fanfic about a GN!Reader but I'm willing to give it a try! So in advance I apologize if it's not the greatest but I love to write and fulfil anyone's request! I hope you enjoy! (If there are any pointers you'd like to give I'd love to hear them!)

The soft melody of Seasons by Wave to Earth played through the speakers in the living room, the song playing through out your apartment. You were cleaning the place up but needed music to do so, get you moving, energized and keep you in the mood to clean.

Then this song came on, one of your favorites to slow dance with your partner with. Tom was sitting on the sofa when he looked up after hearing the first note of the song, he instantly knew. Pulling you close to his figure he hummed softly while you laughed. "I love this song." You sighed into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face against him. He smelt of lavender, oak and coffee a perfect smell of the outdoors during fall time.

"I love you, Y/N." Tom whispered softly, his chin resting upon your head a you both swayed side to side around the living room. Your heart flutter when hearing him, you could never get enough of that English accent of his.

"I love you too." You mumbled against the cotton of his soft shirt. You didn't want the song to end so you held Tom tight and became comfortable in his touch. Forgetting about the dishes, the dirty laundry and anything else that was on your chores list, you fell even more deeper in love with Tom as you both slow danced with each other in the middle of the living room. "I love you so much." You repeated but in a softer tone than before.

#tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #fluff

[yunggoblin]

I just had an idea for an Invincible smut fanfic with Nolan Grayson/Omni-Man and maybe even a 2 parter if people enjoy it! Lmk if I should write it!

[yunggoblin]

I just had an idea for an Invincible smut fanfic with Nolan Grayson/Omni-Man and maybe even a 2 parter if people enjoy it! Lmk if I should write it!

#omniman #Nolan Grayson #one shot #poll #invincible #comic #omni man #short story #fandom #fandom one shots #vote now on your phones #vote #share

[yunggoblin]

No because seriously my brother and I would quote 9th doctor more than any other doctor.

Might cause some arguments, but my favorite doctor is 9.

I love how snarky and fun and the “cool uncle who’s been to prison” vibes he gives. I love his leather jacket and shaved hair. I love how silly he is with Rose and Jack. I love the whole NineJackRose polycule. I love how sweet he is. I love him so much.

He will forever be my favorite doctor. Christopher Eccleston portrayed him so perfectly.

#silly doctor #9th doc #9th Doctor #are you my mummy?

[yunggoblin]

the ninth doctor came, served cunt so hard he rebooted an entire franchise, and then died. icon

#so true #9th doc so spicy

[yunggoblin]

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops