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Star Wars: Revelations: Crosshair x Ottehok

TCW Fanfic: Crosshair x Ottehok

Norsik Language is called Norslyr:

Ottehok- Shade in Russian

Forbandet Afkom- Cursed Offspring in Danish

Alfodr- Meaning All Father/Odin

Pabbi- Daddy in Icelandic

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing 

based on the aftermath of TCW.

WARNINGS:  NSFW, explicit 18+, cursing, P in V, protected sex, butt stuff, rough sex, gagging, slapping, pet names, male Dom, female Sub (kinda), allusion to past trauma. (Both individuals are slightly emotionally fractured, also the cleanest characters who have the nastiest sex;).  

4.3K word count.  

Crosshair x Ottehok

The Norse Executioner, Lone Ranger; Ottehok. A rather stunning peach colored Zebrak/Trandoshan female. The oracle of her field.  She must continue to slay Forbandet Afkom believed to be the blooded kin of the Goddess named Hel.  It has been said that Ranger, Ottehok; is the God Heimdall incarnate, the Great Watcher for Bjornheim.  She remains chained to the grounds of the spreading Ragnarok Ranges until the Afkom have been Cleansed from the terra. 

Crosshair demands to taste this caliber of woman.  

The Scourge Sniper, the Overwatch for his Troop, Crosshair.  A recognized Wingman; a Norse position given to the sharpest of Gunsmen.  Ottehok witnessed his capabilities when it came to the Cleanse of Thovid.  How he strangled a Zerbrak Cannibal with just his bare hands, smiling while doing so.  How he takes the rear path to watch over his Troop, hence Overwatch.  Unlike some members of his crew, he participated in the Cleansing of the cannibal younglins.  Did not hesitate, no remorse, delivered a swift and painless death upon them and moved on for that was the task that needed to be done.  

Crosshair’s actions reflect his forging, qualities Ottehok desires in a mate.  

But this encounter is not about love, affection, or breeding; this is about a deserved release.  A needed break from the ten-year expanse of isolation this woman has endured for the sake of her people.  Who either respect or reject her.  Either way she goes about her tasks, her way, the way that things need to be done for her people.  Her resolve is gleaming in her rust-colored eyes as she removes her helmet in front of Crosshair.  

In the hull of the Solar Scourge Ottehok places her helm on a crate alongside her pack.  Crosshair observes her motions as she reaches up and releases her pine green hair from a low bun and shakes her head.  He split tongue tasting the air.  He removes his helmet along with his gloves and meets her level of resolve as their lips collide.  

Crosshair dominates the kiss.  She desires pleasure from him, and he will deliver it to her, his way.  Her arms hook around his neck as they kiss.  She raises her height just an inch on the tips of her toes to reach his lips more comfortably.  Her hands glide through his soft hair while his graze along her sides to pull their midsections closer together.  The sounds of their armors rubbing against each other fills their ears.  Ottehok stands flat on her feet to break the kiss and take a breath.  Her hands sliding down his chest plate as her eyes stare up into his, admiring his stature.  His gaze is soft but not unguarded, attentive to all her movements, keeping wary of this Executioner.  But neutrality floods her gaze, a hand gently cups the right side of his face to feel the shadow of a beard and the bottom portion of his tattoo.  

Ottehok drops her guard entirely in this moment.

Crosshair slightly tilts his head into her touch.  Her fingerless gloves allow him to feel bits of her skin against him.  Ottehok begs for a break from everything for just this moment with her eyes.  But he wants to hear her ask for it.  

“What do you want?”  His voice a low rasp as his hands come around her waist to hold her close to him.  

“Your cock…”, her voice breaks with need as she continues.  “To writhe underneath you…marked by your teeth…to have every hole in me used by you.”  She finishes with her hand moving to cup his jaw with fingers parting his lips to inspect his perfectly aligned pearly whites.  He allows this touch to occur, far to used to being inspected in such a manner on Kamino.  Her hands trail down his chest plate with fingers grazing at his codpiece.  She knows well enough to wait for his permission to begin removing it for him.  

She knows what she wants.

Of all the remaining men on Norsik, this devout Pagan comes to surrender herself to an Off-Worlder.  Crosshair takes great consideration if he should indulge this woman.  This planet has rules that these people must follow or else his crew may be banished from the planet with the Norse participant being written off as a sacrifice to atone for their sins.  He must decipher if this woman is setting him up; thus, banning himself and his crew from this system that they helped liberate or if she really is just in need for a good thrashing.  He confirms that it is the latter as she removes her wrist comm and throwing her harness with holsters containing blasters and knives.  She is completely bare of any sort of possible recorders or weapons.  

Crosshair releases a chuckle as a hand comes up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear and swiftly takes her chin into his hand.  “Want to be used in any particular order?”  He purrs whilst stepping forward to press her back against a storage crate to box her in.  He makes it clear that he wants to absorb all her focus.  A knee rises between her legs to nudge at her core which she instinctively begins to grind upon.  

“I do not like a-t-m…”  She says shyly, batting her eyes up at him.  

“I wouldn’t do that to you…Peaches.”  Crosshair knows full well that Ottehok despises this nickname.  Anyone who mocks her with it ends up shot or wounded in some form or another by her hand.  It is always thrilling to witness her exact justice upon those who slight her or her comrades.  But in this instance, she bites her bottom lip and her fingers curl into the front of his chest plate to signal for undressing as her walls drip hot nectar at his voice using that name.  He drops his knee while their deft hands work away at their armor straps stripping to their under clothes.  “So begulling…”  He admires her body with a step backward to take in her full frame.  Ottehok stands at 6’1, slender build with divine muscle tone true to her Zebrak genetics.  She is quite the attractive creature through and through.  The Trandoshan heritage is identifiable with her eyes, voice, and tattoos which just add to her allure.  

Ottehok is the most unique being Crosshair has ever had the pleasure to work alongside.  

Crosshair aims to make her steady eyes roll into the back of her skull.  Maybe he can make her croak within the hull for all to hear.  Make them all hear how she likes to be used by an Off-Worlder; implying that this fornication is a testament to any men that hear their sex that Norsemen do not suffice to satisfy her.  The filthy things Ottehok craves from a man with the resolve to do it too her…  

Crosshair grabs a few condoms from a pack strapped to his armor and sets them atop a crate.  He leans back against a tall storage box with his arms folded across his chest, eyes fixated on Ottehok.  The lights are dim within the hull, he watches her from the surrounding darkness just outside the rim of light as she remains under a faint glow.  The shadows accentuate her womanly curves and brighten her peach-colored skin.  

“Strip.  Show me that pretty little peach of yours.”  He speaks with a smug smirk.  Ottehok gives him a show with bedroom eyes and a soft pouty look.  All being fueled by the ache between her legs.  She stands before him naked, taking it upon herself to follow his request to show him everything.  She hops onto a crate behind her and opens her legs, licking her fingers with her split tongue to spread her neatly tucked folds.  Crosshair is beyond pleased with the view.  

He inspects Ottehok further, he has been aware of her split tongue the first time she removed her helm to speak the night she had to explain the situation at the Ranges.  But now he can see everything.  Her nipples and navel are pierced, tattoos cover much of her body from her toes to her fingers reaching up to her neck.  Norslyr text etched into left side of her scalp that reads, ‘Take No Prisoners’ when her hair is arranged in fierce battle braids.  Her breasts are void of any ink; her solar plexus has an extremely detailed dagger pointed up towards her neck.  That is a very intense part of any anatomy to receive a blow let alone hours of ink.  His sights fall to the vivid red orange color of her pussy, the delicate skin there matches the color of her nipples and lips.  

Delicious.

Ottehok is built to endure the harshest of elements that Norsik has to offer.  Crosshair wants to see if she can withstand an element from the Void.  

Crosshair licks his lips and steps forward to place his skilled hands on her warm body.  They share a deep kiss before he breaks away and kneels to take in the sight of her peach.  His hands cup her breasts to tease her nipples as he dives in with his tongue to taste her decadent nectar.  She is touch starved, reacting to everything he does wherever his touch wanders.  The shivers he delivers through her body feel much like she was a virgin once more.  His tongue dips inside and then back to her clit spelling his name in Arubesh eliciting the lewdest of noises a woman can make.  Ottehok falls backward while gripping at his hands and hair.  He adds a finger and pumps it a few times before adding a second as her peach floods with juice mixed with his saliva.  

“Pabbi!”  She whines as her back arches off the crate and her legs begin to tense.  He rises to look her over, watching her orgasm erupt through her body as he keeps the pace with his fingers to thoroughly work her through it.  Her feet find purchase on the edge of the crate with her eyes glued shut as the comets stream across her vision.  His pace quickens and he angles his precise fingers to rub that special little spot inside her which forces her peach to overflow with sweet nectar onto the floor.  Crosshair removes his fingers and shoves them in her mouth as she tries to catch her breath.  

“What did you say?”  He asks near her ear then bites her neck.  She winces but gives her response through the action.

“Pabbi…daddy…”  Tears leave the corners of her eyes as he looks down upon her and removes his fingers from her mouth.  He licks away the streaks with a pleasant hum.

“Mm, I like that.  Call me pabbi or sir from now on, understand Peaches?”  Her body tremors at the pet name, from now on Crosshair is the only one allowed to call her that.  She nods and sits up to meet his lips again but he stops her with a hand to her shoulder.  “And… you need to ask for my permission to cum.”  Her lust filled gaze diminishes and she cups his jaw with knit brows.  

“I will play the name game, swallow your fluids, take your punishments.  But I will never ask for permission for my own orgasms.  Sir.”  This is the most she has ever really spoken to Crosshair in Arubesh, she is improving.  

“So, you are not going to comply?”  His eyes narrow with a sharp edge but Ottehok sneers and pushes him back for her own space.  She hops off the crate and nearly topples over as her legs are still shaking from her orgasm.  She bites her cheek to force herself to stand up as to not appear weak in front of him any longer.  Crosshair’s cock is a painful throbbing rod that is clearly visible to both people.  But now she has apparently received enough of a release to tap out, leaving him out to dry.  Crosshair is flooded with dangerous emotions, things he shouldn’t be feeling or thinking of.  

“You have no jurisdiction over me Voider.  This is my terra, my body.  We can continue but as I submit to you, I expect for you to make me cum.  As much as I want, as much as you can make me, and I do the same for you.”  Her trigger finger jabs into his chest with every point she makes, wearing a scowl that equally rivals his own.  “The hunt for orgasm is what keeps me submissive, Wingman.”  She finishes and crosses her arms with a face of determination he recognizes from her 116,400 hours of footage while in the Ranges when fighting Afkom.  Ottehok views Crosshair as a predator invading her hovel; a man pushing a set boundary.  Too not be snuffed he must respect her grounds.  

Crosshair sighs and his lip twitches for a second as if he had a toothpick between his lips.  “Very well.”  He acknowledges her terms and steps forward and places his hands on her shoulders.  He peers down at her with a softened gaze fixated on her stern look.  He wants to melt that look away and replace it with the face she had earlier when she was unraveling on his fingers.  “I will make you erupt with pleasure my sweet peach.  I just like to hear you beg for it…”  He admits lowly and kisses her forehead.  Her arms drop to his waist band pulling him flush against her as they embrace for this moment between them.  

“I can beg, sir.  I promise you; I will beg…”  Her sultry tone is silenced with a deep kiss and his cock is freed against her stomach.  She pulls up the hem of his undershirt and he removes it while her hands run down his body as she drops to her knees to pull his bottoms down to strip him naked with her.  

A hand strokes his shaft while the other cups his balls.  Her mouth laps at the bead of precum at the tip and her split tongue runs over his frenulum in a widely new sensation that forces a shallow groan to leave his chest.  Both hands fist her hair and has her mouth all to himself now.  She can take most of him in her throat, a hand comes to rest on his hip to push against it when he tries to get the last few inches inside her mouth.  Her eyes are wide with tears in the corner which is an erotic sight to Crosshair.  The sloppy gagging noises she makes fill the hull.  He continues to fuck her throat by just having his hands bob her head, if he were to start thrusting his hips, he’d most likely cum too soon.  

“Suck me harder…”  he coos brushing hair from her eyes so she can clearly look at him from below.  Messy noises come from her as she gags, bile comes up to coat his cock and down the front of her body and onto the floor.  He pulls her off with a click of his tongue and she coughs for air.  “You just love making messes, don’t you?”.  He says taking a fistful of hair to pull her up to her feet and guiding her back to the crate she was on earlier.  

“Always…p-pabbi…I’m sorry…”  She wipes her mouth with the back of a hand as he lifts her onto the crate to spread her legs.  She is soaking wet all the way down her legs, just a complete mess that this Clone Commander must clean up after they are done here.  Crosshair grabs a condom and rolls it on, he quickly glazes his cock in her nectar placing the head at her opening.  Before he plunges inside he anchors her down with a firm grip to her neck.  She replies with a devious smile and a pleading glint.  He smiles and gently pushes inside her in a fluid motion that has Ottehok moaning like a whore.  

Her toes curl, her eyes darken and squeeze tight, she nearly screams when he pulls back and thrusts back in a few times to penetrate her more deeply.  She is unbelievably tight, very closely to the feeling when she was a virgin and being…used…by members of Irrek Hall when she was young.  The very blistering pain of those memories that she has buried for so long come welling up and she starts to cry.  It is unnerving to Crosshair; he releases her throat and almost pulls out when she grasps his shoulder to stop him.

“No!  No please!  Please pabbi- Crosshair!  Don’t stop…”  While sobbing.  “I need this…”  

“Gah fine!  Just take it like this then!”  He berates impatiently and flips her onto her stomach to pound her from behind.  “But if it becomes too much you better say something or I will just keep going, understood?”  Ottehok nods her head wiping her nose with her hand as he bares down inside her mercilessly.  His hips snapping into her ass to make up for the loss of her warmth for those few seconds.  He grunts into her ear, her back arching whilst continuing to cry.  This feeling much better than all the past times, his girth stretching her open, length piercing her deeply, slapping her ass with an exciting ferocity that makes her cunt twitch around him.  Crosshair bends forward and hooks an arm around her neck to choke her in a new fashion.  His mouth nips at her ear, his grunts filling her canal as his cock fills her pussy like no Norseman has ever done before.  His hand comes to cover her mouth with his precise fingers covering her nose as he flexes his arm around her neck to near suffocation.  

One of her hands comes to his that is cupped to her face and the other slams the top of the crate to signal for air.  His fingers lift off from her nose and mouth, but his palm still presses to her cheek.  When he feels she’s caught enough air his fingers return to smother her again.  His fingers dive into her mouth to slicken them up for his next approach.  He pulls off her back releasing her from his grip and looks down at her round little ass.  His trigger finger pokes into her anus.  Her head pops up from the crate and she props her upper body up on her forearms and the back of her head is met with his left hand which forces her forehead to the crate.  Then he slides the rest of his long slender finger into her ass.  Her walls clench around his cock, triggering another eruption of nectar to spill from her splitting peach.  

“Such a dirty girl…”  He growls as she comes undone.  Her legs close together and with a disapproving click of his tongue Crosshair forces her legs apart with his feet and quickens his movements in her ass.  He drips a clear strand of saliva from his mouth to coat her anus to keep it lubricated for easier pleasure.  He fucks her again through another orgasm, Ottehok sobs and whines underneath Crosshair.  Her arms reach out to grasp the edge of the crate to anchor herself down as her stomach keeps rubbing against the rough surface of the crate in an uncomfortable manner.  Crosshair adds his middle finger to her ass as she begins to quiver around his cock, he needs to relax her.  He pulls himself out of her entirely, his arms wrap around her hips to lift her off the crate and lay her on the floor.  He rolls her onto her side, he comes to her back to take her from behind.  She purses her lips wanting a kiss which he obliges, then nudges her ass with the head of his cock.  Her hand grips his thigh as she takes him in, he nips at her ear and buries his face in her hair while slowly pushing his way into her tight cavity.  His hands roam her body to grasp her nipples and gently roll the nubs to stimulate her.  Ottehok feels like her body is burning, she is no longer crying now.  Crosshair has fucked the memories out of her mind for good.  Using every part of her like this, it is what she needed to forget the past.  She knows that she has control over her body, her own pleasure, how she needs it to be.  Her skills and what she has done for herself have afforded her the respect necessary to get what she wants, who is going to refuse an Executioner?  

No one.

Crosshair pushes in slowly; he makes it halfway in before she winces, nails dig into his thigh eliciting a slap to her face to ease the digging.  He quickly cups her throat to choke her and pulls back and thrusts back in trying to get deeper before a choked croak ripples through the column of her neck.  Her hips jerk away but he follows her movement to remain inside her and he ends up rolling on top of her to pin her down.  

“Too much!  Ah too much pabbi!”  She gasps out.  

“Then hold still and let me find a balance for us both!”  He shouts over her cries.

Crosshair rolls off her and back on to their sides.  His hands grasp her hips to keep her in place and his tongue trails up her neck.  He lightly bounces his cock inside her ass with half the length in.  It is warm with much more pressure around his cock than her pussy.  It is much easier to slide in and out of her pussy than her ass, but it feels great nonetheless.  “H-how does this feel Peaches?  Is this good?”  He asks trying not to sound like a little boy about to burst for the first time.  He’s never had the opportunity to try anal, he’s played with ass before but never got to penetrate it with his cock.  

Ottehok releases a beautiful sound from her chest as his cock splits her ass in two.  It begins to feel so pleasurable that he can start moving deeper inside as she relaxes with this gentler pace.  Quick and shallow, equivalent to rabbits.  Crosshair sees a smile spread across her face with a pink hue glowing on her cheeks.  She looks delighted.  

“I’m going to cum again, sir…”  She moans as a hand comes down to play with her clit.  He swats her hand away to take over for her, rubbing tight fast circles on her clit as she bucks forward from the quick stimulation.  

“Mm ahhh!  Slowly please pabbi!  Slowly…”  She ends her sentence with a shush while guiding his fingers to the rate of speed that she wants.  Her ass relaxes and she can take his entire cock now with ease.  Her moans grow in volume as she experiences yet another explosive orgasm from her ass this time.  

“Are you cumming?”  

“Ja!”

“From your ass?”  His voice a smooth husky tone.  

“Ja ja!  From your cock sir!  Alfodr!”

“Oh Peaches…”  His final words before she lets out an arousing croak while her ass contracts around his sheathed mass.  Her eyes roll into the back of her cranium as her core gushes with emanation.  He works her through it again followed by pulling out of her as she lays there seeing comets burning through atmospheres.  He rolls the condom off and sticks himself back into her ass with a few more pumps sending devastating aftershocks through her writhing body.  He bites her shoulder with a grip around her throat making her release choked gasps as his cock twitches, spewing hot molten cum inside of her.  

Ottehok reaches back over her shoulder to caress the heaving man behind her.  Arms gripping around her like a vice.  Cock softening inside her ass.  His eyes open to look at her, his arms lessen their grip, and she moves to separate from him.  They pick themselves off the ground to sit on an elongated crate on the floor.  Ottehok feels comfortable enough to lean against Crosshair’s shoulder, to reciprocate the closeness he rests his chin on her head.  Naturally they both scan the area around them to see if anyone had snuck in to watch them.  

Crosshair’s post nut clarity kicks in and he moves to stand first which he does with ease after only cumming once.  Ottehok remains seated, panting by herself as Crosshair begins to redress in his blacks and gathering her under clothes to bring to her on the crate.  

“We should shower.”  He says first to break the silence.  

“You can.  I must start my trek back to the Ranges.”  She says pulling her clothes back on.  

“You can’t be serious.”  He stops all movement to gawk at her ridiculous statement.  

“Ja.”  She nods and moves to pick at pieces of her armor.  

“You are going to start your trek…a fourteen-rotation journey back to the Ranges like this?  A complete filthy wreck.”  He folds his arms looking down at her from above.  

She looks up at him with a cocked brow,

” Ja.  This is my penance for taking an extra day for myself.  I should have left yesterday immediately after Phara was put down.”  She breaks eye contact to strap her plates on with more focus.  Crosshair just stares, baffled by her resolve and the sudden realization that she just used him to punish herself for selfishness, if it can even be called that.  From her decade in the Ranges, to the March to Cleanse Thovid and the March back to Bjornheim, then the Liberation of Bjornheim…just to take twenty-four hours for herself to rest, eat, and be fucked before trekking back to that Helscape.  

Kriffing Norse.

A peek...

Alright I’m bored, needing depth for my Fanfic, gonna analyze the Bad Batch’s barracks.  

It’s a mess, clear cut right off the start which shows how little Kaminoan  discipline of cleanliness (conditioning) was in affect in these particular clones.  

Echo has the hammock near Tech’s bunk and surrounded by his equipment.  Tech has hacked into the power conduits over his bunk to have all these mechanical arms and tools added so he could probably work on tinkering something by his bunk.- noted by @1fineslytherin​.  The lights here are dim, then after the Batch escapes Kamino and Crosshair moves in with his new squad the lights are restored to the typical Kaminoan illuminating fashion.  This may have been done for Hunter to ease his senses, POSSIBLY.  

As for that smell...

Wrecker has food on his bed, which has been left rotting and festering for about 206 or whatever rotations since the last time they were there.  No wonder it smells.  Along with a clothes line along the back wall which I guess is a step towards some sort of cleaning process?  Boy’s a wreck. - I am not sorry for that pun.  

Crosshair has a perch at the top left hand corner, it is level with Tech’s workstation from across the room.  He has three posters of droids on his back wall, each have distinct holes in the papers resembling the proper kill shots necessary to put down a droid.  Through the holes you can see the wall that they are pinned against, he used these for practice and brought them back to look at / show off / be his intimidating toothpick suckeling self.  As pointed out by @yavielin-feanarien, the center poster spells the letter ‘C’ in Aruebesh.  He also has 2 sets of fresh blacks folded neatly sitting on his sheets.  

I do believe given Wrecker’s messy manner and Tech’s clutter, Crosshair and Hunter decided to take opposite sides to keep the room in some sort of balance.  I say this because honestly I would want a roommate who is clean, not a slob, so in this kind of rooming situation I would want to be on the side with the other clean individual.  But I can see why they would take opposite sides to maintain some sort of “Order” within the room.  

Tech’s perch.  💕

-Tech states that he doesn’t want to sleep next to Wrecker’s junk in their opening episode...bro use those goggles to look at your own room first.  

-Wrecker definitely stole that couch from somewhere.  It’s a BIG couch for a BIG man such as himself.  They have their bunks, benches with no backs to lean into, and crates are all that can be sat on in this room.  Can definitely understand why Wrecker would bring this piece of furniture into their barracks. 

Tech’s bunk is made, and adorns his scribbles of equations.  With all this wall art, makes me wonder who drew that Padme nose art in the deleted reel.  😀  My credits on Tech.  

Hunter’s bunk is made and tidy. he is definitely a boot man, called it!  He has medals pinned to the backboard, no idea what that thing is in the corner, it might be a canteen.  He’s got the iconic Bad Batch 99 skull on his wall, I just dig this man.  

One last thing that I see a problem with as a collective, is that they don’t bring gonky into the room with them.  I like to think that because he is a defective unit that the facility would snatch him up and decommission him, or that he would be bullied by other droids.  So they agree that he’s gotta remain on the ship but still!  

Anyways....I would still like to be their shared barrack hoe.  No lie.  

Relax cyar’ika

Kinktober ‘24 - public thigh riding/fingering

Wrecker × F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1.6k

Summary: You're in a relationship with Wrecker and he helps you relax a bit at 79s.

Notes: This is the second of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my requests are open, I can slip in a few towards the end of the months. And yes I am incredibly horny for the big man.

You leaned back against Wrecker, your drink in hand as you tried to stay focused on the conversations around you. It was already late and you were tired, you could still feel the last mission in your sore muscles, but it wasn’t often that you and the boys had time off on Coruscant together, so you all went to 79s tonight.

The squad had settled into a corner table, tucked away from the crowd, it offered a bit of privacy and at least the music wasn’t deafening. Hunter, Tech and Crosshair had went off towards the bar a while ago and Echo was catching up with Rex and the rest of the 501st on the other side of the dancefloor leaving you with Wrecker.

You could feel his eyes on you.

"Hey," his deep voice rumbled as he leaned closer, his arm brushing against yours.

"You alright? You look kinda tense."

You glanced up at him, trying to play it off with a smile, but the weariness in your face betrayed you.

"Yeah, I'm good,” you said, glancing around the space. "Just, you know, a bit tired, would have prefered to stay on the ship with you."

Wrecker's grin widened, and he scooted a little closer, his knee brushing yours under the table.

"I know what you need," he teased, lowering his voice so only you could hear. "C'mere, why don't you hop on my thigh?"

Before you could react, he shifted you onto his lap, his massive hands guiding you until you were straddling his thick thigh. The table shielded you both a bit from the rest of the bar, but the closeness of his body, the heat radiating from him, made your breath hitch.

The moment you settled down, you could feel the solid muscle beneath you, and it sent a wave of heat rushing through your body.

His hands settled on your hips, giving you a gentle nudge to start moving.

"Wrecker," you whispered, glancing around nervously, but the way his thigh pressed against your core had your nerves melting into desire.

You shifted slightly, trying to focus on anything other than the heat building between your legs. Luckily the skirt of your dress was flowy and covered where exactly you were pressed against him.

Wrecker grinned, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your ear.

"I'll help you relax."

Your eyes widened, a thrill of excitement shooting through you.

"Here?" you asked, glancing around the bar, nervous about the crowd.

Wrecker's grin widened.

"Right here," he confirmed, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "Unless you're too shy?"

A part of you hesitated, but the way his massive body felt next to yours, the scent of him, the promise in his tone - it was too tempting to resist. You bit your lip and nodded, sliding closer to him.

"You'll be fine," he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing your skin. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he guided your movements, making you rock against his thigh.

"There you go," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you to move. "Just like that."

You gasped softly as the friction from his thigh began to build, your body responding immediately to the delicious pressure. The fabric of his pants rubbed against your soaked panties, and the sensation was overwhelming in the best way.

"Wrecker," you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. "This feels.."

"Good, right?" he rumbled, his fingers digging into your hips as he helped you rock against him. "Told ya I could help."

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body already trembling with need. The bar around you seemed to fade away as you focused solely on the feeling of him beneath you, the way his thigh flexed and tensed with each movement. It was intoxicating, and you were already losing control. There had been a few times where it was difficult to find time and space for intimacy but you’ve never done anything as risky as this.

The pressure between your legs built quickly, and you could feel the slickness pooling in your panties as the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body.

Wrecker whispered, his breath warm against your neck. "You're already so wet for me, cyar'ika, can feel you soaking through ma pants."

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, but the sensation was overwhelming. His thigh was thick and strong beneath you, every rock of your hips pushing you closer to the edge.

The way his hands moved over your body, how easily he controlled your movements - it was intoxicating. You tried to steady yourself, one hand on his chest, the other on his thigh and you could barely hold back a lewd moan when you found his big cock, hard and straining against his pants.

"Don’t ya worry." he murmured, his voice filled with heat. "Gonna let you take care of that when were back on the ship."

You sighed thinking about taking him in your mouth and just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his hand slipped under the hem of your dress, his thick fingers pushing aside your panties. Your breath hitched as he teased your clit, his fingertip brushing your wetness.

"Wrecker..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Shh, l've got you, no one’s gonna find out if you keep nice n’ quiet for me" he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe.

He carefully pushed one thick finger inside you, and you gasped at how good it felt, the stretch deliciously filling.

"That's it, cyar'ika. You take me so well."

The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of you, slowly at first, was almost too much. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, needing something to ground yourself. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the need for more building with every thrust of his finger.

"Good girl," he praised softly, his voice barely a whisper. "You're doin’ so good for me. Can you take another one without alarming everyone around?"

You nodded, breathless, and he rewarded you by slipping a second finger inside, stretching you even further. The sensation was overwhelming - his fingers were thick and always filled you so perfectly that your hips bucked forward on their own, seeking more.

"That's it," Wrecker whispered in your ear, his voice low and rough, making your body thrum with anticipation.

"You know I love those pretty little sounds, but you gotta keep quiet. You're doin’ so good, cyar'ika. So tight for me."

You could barely keep yourself together, your body trembling as the pleasure mounted. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and you were so close, so ready to fall apart right there on his lap.

“Wreck..”

"You're close, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You wanna cum for me, right here? I can feel how tight you're getting."

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb brushing your clit as he whispered sweet praises in your ear.

As the pleasure began to crest, as you felt yourself losing control, Wrecker pulled you closer and kissed you. His mouth was hot and possessive against yours, swallowing your moans as your body convulsed with pleasure. You clenched hard around his fingers, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling in his arms.

He kissed you deeply, muffling your cries as his fingers stayed buried inside you, drawing out every wave of your release. The intensity of it left you breathless, your body shivering with aftershocks as you slowly came down from the high.

When he finally pulled back, his lips still brushing yours, Wrecker smirked. He slipped his fingers out of you and glanced around making sure you hadn’t drawn any attention to you before he quickly licked them clean with a wide smile.

"Knew you could do it," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You were perfect, cyar'ika."

You leaned against him, fingers softly trailing over his scar, your heart still racing, your mind dazed from the intensity of it all.

"That was... incredible," you managed to say between breaths.

Wrecker chuckled softly, his large hand smoothing over your back.

"Told ya I'd take care of you." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing you again. "And you looked so damn pretty doin' it too.”

You couldn't help but smile, your body still buzzing from the pleasure he'd given you. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered except the way he made you feel.

Just as you were settling back into Wrecker's lap, your body still tingling from the intensity of your orgasm, you heard footsteps approaching the table.

Crosshair appeared, his ever-present smirk firmly in place as he slid into the seat across from you.

"Well, well," Crosshair drawled, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he glanced between the two of you. "What exactly were you two up to? Or should I even ask?"

You felt your face flush, trying to keep your cool under his sharp gaze, but before you could respond, Wrecker let out a deep, rumbling laugh.

"Just makin' sure she's relaxed and happy, Cross," Wrecker retorted with a grin, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Gotta take care of the important things, ya know?"

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Hmm, sure looks like you've been taking that job seriously."

Wrecker winked, his tone light and playful. "Always, brother."

Crosshair let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his drink.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling yourself at ease as you leaned back against Wrecker, the tension in your body finally gone and the warmth radiating from him making you feel more safe and at home than ever.

Bit different from my version of Tech, but hot as hell. 🥵

Resourceful

Tech x M!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: sexual tension, explicit sexual content, cock rings, light dom/sub like very lightly implied, anal fingering, anal sex, inappropriate use of a mechanic creeper, multiple orgasms, anal creampie

Inspired by and Written for @clownbloody based on this very spicy masterpiece and outcry for more male reader fics told you I would ;)

“I am not sure that your idea is a good one,” Tech noted, still not looking up at you. 

You’d been trying to distract him from the repairs he’d been working on for the last hour, having to repair a part to go back into the malfunctioning console. 

“Why not?” you asked, pushing yourself up to sit on his workbench. “The rest of the squad is going to be out for at least an hour, right?”

“Yes, they will be. However-”

You took his chin in your hand. “And it’s been a while since we had some time alone.”

“It has been two weeks-”

“Then what’s stopping you?” you moved your face closer to his, stopping mere millimeters from his.

He sighed, his breath tickling your lips. “I… Well, I do not want to neglect you. I want you to have my full attention any time we are… intimate.”

You chuckled a little, releasing your hold on his chin. “That’s sweet, but the repair needs to be done before we can get back into hyperspace.”

“That is accurate,” he agreed, his attention turning back to his work. 

“Don’t you think this could be a good way to multitask? You’re always talking about how you want to be more productive.”

His hands froze. You smirked at the small victory. 

“And you can have two things you love at the same time.”

He glanced up for only a moment, eyeing you suspiciously. “Those being…”

“Having the repairs finished and having your ass railed by your very sexy and very needy boyfriend.”

His breath caught in a tiny gasp as his grip on his spanner nearly faltered. 

“I mean really, you could think of it as an experiment.”

He set the tools down, finally returning his attention to you.

“What is it that you would be testing?”

“Oh, that would be you, darling,” you laughed, sliding off the table to stand behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders before slowly pushing them down his chest, the shudder he fought encouraging you. Your hands slipped past his stomach to his thighs and his breath hitched. “I think it could be quite interesting to see just how long I need to fuck you to make that brilliant mind of yours go completely cock dumb.”

His head fell back against your chest as he sighed. Your fingers ghosted over his groin, pulling a whimper so soft that you felt like you might melt then and there. 

“So what do you think, my love?” you cooed in his ear. “Think I can shut down all that clever thinking?”

He took a moment to respond, obviously enjoying the way your hands roved over his body. “Y-yes, I believe such a… compelling theory should prove interesting to test.”

You padded off to your footlocker to grab a few tools you would need, allowing him the space and minimal distraction to finish repairing the part before he returned to the console.

He set the part on the ground and started to lower himself onto his rolling cart. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you teased, chuckling at the confused look you received. “I can’t very well fuck you with your blacks on, can I?”

His cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he pushed the bottom half of his underarmor down. 

You hummed, taking in the delicious sight of his bare legs. As he stood back up, you noticed the small discolored spots around his hip bones and the insides of his thighs. You dick twitched in your pants as you realized that those were left from your last adventure. 

He watched the way you licked your lips, swallowing hard as his length continued to harden with just the thought of what you were planning. 

“Go ahead and lay down, love,” you smirked, pushing your own pants down, as he laid on the cart, pulling himself under the console to begin installing the repaired part. 

You took out the items you’d retrieved before, two cock rings and a bottle of lube. You first put one cock ring on yourself, suppressing a moan as you situated it around you. 

You knelt down in front of Tech, grabbing his legs by the ankles. You heard his breath hitch as you lifted them up and apart so his ass would be on full display for you, humming satisfactorily. 

Releasing his ankles, you slapped his bare thigh, pulling a small whimper from him. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I can smack you around as much as you want later,” you breathed as your fingers trailed over to ghost across his balls. 

“Please, cyare,” he whispered. “Teasing was not in the itinerary.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, wrapping your hand around his now fully hard cock. You pulled the cock ring onto him, his whimpers and moans sounding like a symphony in your ears. “Ready, love?”

He eagerly nodded, despite not looking away from his work. 

You lubed up two of your fingers and swirled it around his ass, pushing in suddenly. 

He gasped and let out a low moan as you started to work your fingers in and out of him. Once you were sure he was ready for your length, you applied more lube to your own cock. 

Kneeling in front of him, you lined yourself up and shifted your hips forward to slide into his waiting ass. 

You both moaned as he took you all the way to the base and you heard the sharp sound of metal meeting metal as a tool hit the floor. 

You wrapped your hand around his cock, lazily pumping at it, watching his face flush even darker. 

“Cyare,” he moaned. 

You smiled. “Yes, dear?”

“Please move.”

You tried to shift your hips but found the movement awkward. He was too close to the ground. 

You looked up at his face, amused at how he was clearly trying to concentrate on the repair. 

A grin split across your face as an idea entered your lust-riddled brain. 

You released your hold on his dick to grab his hips. Shifting your hips backward to slide out of him, you got comfortable. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, glancing down at you for just a moment. 

“You tell me,” you hummed.

You yanked him by his hips, rolling the cart towards you to impale him on your cock. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, nearly losing hold of the wire he’d been reconnecting. 

You pushed him away again, before quickly pulling him back, your eyebrow quirked up, watching to see any objections. 

Not seeing any signs of dissent you quickened the pace, pushing and pulling the cart, slamming his ass against your thighs. 

He kept his attempt to work at a relatively steady pace. That is, until you shifted your hips just a bit and suddenly the tip of your cock was pressing against that soft spot. 

He cried out your name, his hands dropping to grip the underside of the console. A couple more thrusts and he was moaning between the heavy panting dripping from his lips. You saw the drops of precum beading at the head of his member and picked up the pace, wrapping your hand around him. 

“Fuck! Fuck, cyare- oh, fuck I’m going to-”

He fell apart with a shout, his hands flying to the cart. You fucked him through it, his cum spilling out over his stomach.  

Despite the delay the cock ring was providing, you knew the way his orgasm made his already tight hole squeeze around you would make you cum fast but at this point you didn’t care. 

His moans and cries were still ringing in your ears as you slowed your pace, pulling the cart out more. 

You repositioned, never fully pulling out of his ass, and pushed his legs up towards his chest. Then, you started anew. 

You pistoned your hips into him, sheathing and unsheathing yourself in his heat. His moans were nearly constant now and you felt his muscles contract beneath you. 

Tech attempted to form words, but they all came out as moans, but you soon realized what he had been trying to say; he was cumming again, the tip of his cock leaking cum. 

The gasping breaths he took between moans sent you over the edge and you plowed into him, working yourself through your own climax.

When the room stopped spinning, you pulled your cock slowly out of him, admiring the way your cum leaked down his ass. 

You took a moment to catch your breath before smiling down at him. “How’d the repair go?”

“Actually,” he managed between pants. “I finished it… just before I came. The- the first time, that is. I must say… that was- it was quite resourceful.”

You shook your head, laughing in disbelief. “Come on, genius,” you smiled, holding your hand out to pull him up. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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Hot. Damn.

Target Practice

Crosshair x M!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Snark, snarky flirting, hair pulling, Crosshair is a BOTTOM, reader is a top, manhandling, scratching, anal sex, fucking at the blaster range, rough sex, distracted fucking, prostate massage, creampie, Crosshair is a brat

Inspired by and written for @clownbloody! Thank you as always for the amazing inspiration!

You weren’t going to lie, you had been getting a little bored. Yes, there is something undeniably sexy about a man who’s good at his job, but you could only watch him pick off automated droid targets one by one for so long. You inched closer to him, your arm brushing against his.

“You’re making it difficult to concentrate,” Crosshair growled, not looking up from his scope. 

“Hey, you invited me, Hotshot,” you smirked. “Insisted on it, really.”

You saw his brow furrow as he sent three shots off in quick succession. “Fuck you.”

“I know you want me to, darling, but you said you were coming out here to practice.”

Crosshair didn’t reply, only shifting his toothpick between his lips.

Maker, the things you’ve seen him do with those lips.

“Besides, I thought you were an expert sniper,” you teased, ghosting your fingers across the back of his neck. You saw him fight a shudder. “Who’d have guessed you’re so easily distracted?”

He sent off a couple more shots, the blaster bolts finding their targets easily. “Maybe you’re just an expert pain in the ass.”

You laughed. “Oh, Crossy,” you grinned, leaning down so your lips were barely brushing against his ear. “We both know ‘pain’ isn’t the right word for what I do to your ass.”

Crosshair hissed as he fired, the shot still hitting the droid, but off to the side instead of his typical center mass. “Told you not to call me that.”

“I know,” you smiled, flicking your tongue out against his helix piercing. “But you know how much I enjoy pissing you off.”

“You don’t have to stay if you’re bored,” he grumbled as you shifted your position to lay next to him.

You were now in a very similar position, both prone, but where he faced the targets on the range, you faced your target: him.

He reached over to press a button, resetting the range while he grumbled about making Tech and Echo give him a real challenge.

“I can think of a way to make this more interesting for both of us,” you mused.

That earned a moment’s glance before he began firing again. “What?”

Got you now, you thought. “Pause the simulation for me, Hotshot?” you requested.

You heard him scoff, but he reached for the control pad, pressing another button on it.

You stood up, moving behind him. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, attempting to watch you over his shoulder.

“Stay in your position,” you instructed. “Just let me readjust it for you.”

He did as he was told, only flinching a tiny bit in surprise as you worked your fingers between the top and bottom half of his black underarmor. You might have imagined it, but you thought you heard a soft sigh from the sniper as your hands made contact with his hips.

He started to turn his head back to look at you. “Eyes front, soldier,” you scolded, reaching up to grab at his short curls, forcing his head back forwards.

You heard a muttering of annoyance, but the way the tips of his ears tinged pink betrayed him.

You grabbed his hips, fingers pressing in almost hard enough to bruise. You drew in a deep breath as you pulled his hips up suddenly.

He gasped, catching himself on his knees as his grip tightened on his rifle.

“You okay, Crossy?” you murmured, your hands roving over his newly presented ass and thighs.

“Fine,” he growled through gritted teeth, but his face was redder than the trim of his armor.

“And you’re…okay with this?” you prodded, slipping your hands under his shirt to run up and down his back.

“Go fuck yourself,” he grunted. 

“But I thought that’s what I had you for,” you teased, curling your fingers to claw long stripes down his back. A moan caught in his throat.

He could never make it easy for you, you knew. Could he let you know how much he enjoyed your attention? No, that would be too close to admitting the feelings he definitely did not have for you. And you certainly didn’t already know about those feelings.

“What I think you need is a proper challenge,” you said as you slowly eased his pants down, revealing his bare ass to you. “Let’s see if you can still hit all your targets, hm?”

You knelt down, craning your neck to lick a long stripe up from his balls to his pulsing asshole. 

“Just fuck me already,” he groaned.

“If you say so love,” you said as you slapped his ass, enjoying the way the skin flushed.

You pulled out a small bottle of oil you’d slipped into your pocket before, distributing it along your already hard cock and around his hole.

You lined yourself up, pressing into him.

You groaned as his ass eagerly took you in, delighting in the sighs that escaped him.

“Fucking hells, Cross,” you groaned, gripping his hips. “Fuck you’re perfect.”

“Move,” he pleaded - though it sounded more like a demand - as he pressed the button to start the simulation again.

He began firing as you began to rut into him. You went slowly at first, making sure he felt each inch of your cock entering and exiting him as you tried not to jostle him too much.

The first ten of the fifty targets down, you kept your speed pulling out, but switched to plunging your cock into him, hard and fast. He grunted with the first one and you could see sweat starting to drip down his temples.

Another five down and you switched back to the slow but steady pace, enjoying his little whimper of disappointment a little too much. But now as you pushed into him you rolled your hips, making sure to really brush up against that sweet spot inside him each time.

“Thought you said it would be a challenge,” he grunted out through his panting breaths. 

“Careful what you wish for, Hotshot,” you grinned, slapping his ass hard.

He groaned and you sped up your pace, slamming your hips against his roughly. You heard a string of curses he mumbled under his breath, so you quickened your thrusts even more. 

“Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight for me,” you moaned, lifting on leg to balance on your foot instead of your knee. It shifted the angle of your thrusts and you hit that perfect spot in his ass.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his legs beginning to shake under you.

You bent forward, grabbing at his short silver hair, yanking his head back.

“Only three more targets, Crossy,” you told him before releasing your grip on his hair and placing it back on his hips. 

You used all your strength to pull him against you as you thrust into him. He moaned as he fired, hitting one of the targets.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you groaned, the wet sound of your balls slapping against his making your cock twitch inside him.

Another target down, one to go. “Fuck, fill me,” he all but whimpered as he lined up his final shot.

You reached around him as your hips began to stutter, grabbing his cock and roughly thrusting your hand around it.

He fell apart under you just after his final shot left his blaster. He shouted as he succumbed to the waves of pleasure washing over him, spilling his cum onto the floor beneath him as yours filled him so much that it started to spill out, dripping down his balls.

You’d both stopped moving, simply trying to catch your breath. Slowly, you began to pull out of him, your cock half-hardening again at the messy sight before you.

“I can’t believe you actually hit them all,” you scoffed.

“Must not have done a very good job distracting me,” Crosshair sneered, despite the way he still fought for breath. “Might have to give it another try.”

You groaned, sitting back on your heels. “You’re gonna have to give me like ten minutes.”

“Not so big and bad now, are you?”

“Shut your mouth and clean me up like a good boy.”

He moaned as he began to do as he was told.

This was going to be a beautifully long evening.

Thanks for reading! - River

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