The Professor's Crush

Is it hot in here , or is it me? 👀

[ comfort officer ] • captain rex

synopsis - you're a comfort officer for the 501st but your sights are set on one person.

pairing - captain rex/reader.

warnings - nsfw.

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being a comfort officer for the 501st had been a rollercoaster of a ride, but one you had enjoyed so far. the members of the 501st had all fallen for you, but there was somebody in particular who caught your attention: captain rex. 

currently, rex's cock was in your mouth as he squirmed underneath you. his cock was so far in the back of your throat that you were gagging for air, however rex's delicious moans kept you from coming up. rex was completely at your mercy and you were loving every second of it. you see, rex was the only submissive member of the 501st in the bedroom. the captain would submit to you completely and without question. rex's love for you was pure and unfiltered and he told you that every time he saw you. but that was for another time. right now, you bobbed your head along rex's cock and revealed in the sounds he made. "oh maker, y/n," he groaned grasping your hair in his hands. "can't take it anymore, need to be inside of you." 

you pulled off his cock with a 'pop' sound and nodded, a smirk gracing your lips. you loved it when he begged for you and he was so close to begging. you turned around and shimmied your pants down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, shaking your arse at him teasingly. rex could let out a slow moan as he reached for the plush of your arse. taking each cheek in either hand, he squeezed tightly as he admired the way you filled his palms. his cock was so hard, it was hot to the touch and beads of pre cum were now dripping down his shaft. you turned around again to look at rex, still smiling. "poor baby, do you need me?" you asked teasingly. rex's throat was dry and all's he could do was nod as he swallowed. you obliged, pushing him down onto your bed and crawling on top of him. you teased him by grinding your pussy against his thigh, coating it with your wetness that had accumulated just from sucking him off. 

rex sighed and grasped your hips. "please," he begged. 

you cocked an eyebrow at him. "you know better than 'please'," you smiled, still grinding against him. 

"y/n, baby, i'm begging you," he pleaded. "i need you to ride me. i need it." 

"good boy," you whispered before making your way up to his cock. you aligned it perfectly with your cunt and slowly lowered yourself down on top of him. you were being so slow, rex was desperate to thrust himself up into you to bottom out, but he knew better than that. the last time he did you had tied him to your bed post for hours and made him watch as you brought yourself to orgasm again and again. "maker, rex, you're throbbing."

"i wonder why," rex groaned as he rolled his eyes at you. you slapped him slightly, causing the captain to look at you with wide eyes. 

"don't give me sass," you growled, before plonking yourself down on his last inch quickly. 

"holy fuck," rex moaned out, throwing his head back. 

you let out a chuckle and began to move your hips up and down, your pace agonisingly slow. "you like that pretty boy?" you whispered, bending down to give his lips a quick peck. rex nodded, eyes glossy and wide as he looked up at you. his eyes trailed down to your breasts, watching as they bounced with each bounce you did. it didn't take you long before you were quickening your pace, already bringing rex to orgasm. his eyes told you exactly what you wanted to know. "gonna cum rexy?" you asked cockily. 

"y-yeah," he whimpered, fists grasping the sheets beneath him. you laughed and continued bouncing up and down, eager to make the clone captain cum in less than a minute. you made a few more movements with your hips before rex was a stuttering, moaning mess beneath you. "cumming y/n-" he screamed out, letting the others in his squad know you were fucking him senseless. 

"my my," you whispered, slowing down as he came inside of you. "you made a mess pretty boy."

"'m sorry," he whimpered. rex's eyes were glued to where you were joined, watching as you lifted yourself up off his cock, his cum dribbling out of you. 

"my eyes are up here," you snapped. rex's eyes shot up so he was looking at you directly in the eye. you were smiling sweetly at him now, watching as his face softened. 

"sorry love," he mumbled. you bent down, eye-level with his cock and put it in your mouth once more. "w-what are - ah - you doing?"

"sensitive?" you choked, mouthful of his cock. he nodded in response. "oh i'm not done with you yet, captain," you purred. 

boy, was rex in for a long night. 

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Me if any member of the bad batch dies in season 2:

Ummm ….. this was too good! 🥹

I would love to see a part 2, where reader has him screaming her name 👉🏽👈🏽

Locked Doors

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 2.7K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe get caught, but Wolffe doesn't want you to be quiet. A/N: A one-shot based off of this earlier post. More light-hearted than my usual as I try to expand my horizons LOL

“Did you hear that?”

You reach your hand back to cover Wolffe’s on your hip, pausing his thrusts, and try to bite back a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

Behind you, Wolffe growls, deep in his chest, and you swear you can feel the vibrations all the way down to your pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he bites out.

By the sound of his voice, you know that if you look at him now, you’ll see a scowl across his too handsome face — eyebrows scrunched, lips pressed together in a thin line. Maybe even an eye roll added in for fun.

But you keep your eyes trained on the door to his barracks office because you know you heard something. The shuffle of feet, a silent-to-everyone-but-a-Jedi cough.

“Wolffe, I— oh, fuck!”

He interrupts you with a swivel of his hips and you don’t have time to cover your mouth or bite your lip, which you really should have done because there is definitely someone outside that door right now.

You grip the edge of the desk Wolffe has you bent over and shoot a glare back at him. He smirks, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening when three distinct knocks echo through the room.

You feel your eyes widen at the same time Wolffe tightens his hold on your hair and pulls you flush against his chest. The change in position has his cock moving roughly against the walls of your cunt and you have to force down another moan.

“What the fuck, Wolffe?” you pant as he lets go of your hair and trails his hand along the edges of your neck and shoulder.

“The door’s locked, mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear, his breath soaking into your skin and adding to your already ramped up desire. “Whoever’s out there can stay there. You can stay right here. And I can answer his questions just,” he pulls out of you almost completely.

“Like,” he circles a nipple with a thumb while his other hand squeezes your hip.

“This,” he slams back into you and you cover your mouth, trying to muffle a shout at the feel of every inch of his cock so deep in you so quickly.

Wolffe doesn’t give you time to recover before the hand covering your breast moves up your body, fingers circling around your wrist and pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“None of this, though, love,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder. “You want to fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words; there’s tension and anxiety, but also something you hand’t really expected.

Excitement? Curiosity? Desire?

“Let him hear what I do to you.” Wolffe moves his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at a patch of skin and you close your eyes, still contemplating his proposition.

Your relationship with Wolffe isn’t exactly a secret among the 104th boys. It’s hard to keep anything secret from people you spend so much time around. Especially when you have a tendency to frequent a certain co-commander’s quarters on long war missions.

Aside from a few amused glances (mostly from Boost) or embarrassed smiles (usually from Comet), no one ever says anything, though. At least, not to you. You have no idea what they might say to Wolffe when you’re not around.

Still, as much as you trust the boys, you’ve never done anything like this. Never been loud when you knew for certain they would hear. Never let Wolffe take you knowing there was someone whose view of the two of you was only prevented by a few inches of durasteel. Never had your desire and your passion and your needs so publicly displayed — even if all anyone could do was listen.

You shiver again, a moan creeping up your throat at the realization that you do want this.

You want whoever’s on the other side of that door to know you’re in here. You want them to know that you and Wolffe work just as well together in the bedroom as you do on the field. You want them to know without a shadow of a doubt that you are Wolffe’s and he is yours

With his hand tracing lines down your neck, his breath insistent against your skin, you know that’s what Wolffe wants, too.

Decision made, you turn your head, leaning back slightly so you can catch Wolffe’s eyes. The normally golden hue in the one is blown dark brown, almost black, and you swear the faint electric blue in the other is somehow brighter.

“Give him something to listen to, then,” you say, voice slightly louder than a whisper, “Commander.”

Wolffe’s cock twitches at your words and you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the near snarl that comes from his mouth as his lips crash into yours for a quick but breathless kiss.

When he pulls back, a smirk is once again in place. “Be careful what you ask for, mesh’la.”

He grabs your chin and turns you so you’re facing forward, facing the door, once more. He circles his hips, hand trailing down to your breasts just as another knock comes through.

“What is it, trooper?” Wolffe uses his tired, bored voice. The one that let’s everyone know he has better things to be doing. Or, in this case, better people.

As you gasp again against the jolt of pleasure from his cock rubbing along the edges of your cunt, you wonder how in the fucking hell he can manage to be so controlled.

Probably pure stubbornness.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, Wolffe flicks a thumb over a nipple and you hiss, almost missing the trooper’s response.

“The— The door’s locked, sir,” his voice is hesitant. Wary. And, based on the way Wolffe keeps moving inside you, the way he keeps flicking and massaging your breasts, if he doesn’t already know what’s going on, he will soon enough.

“I’m aware . . .” Wolffe pauses, pointedly waiting, you assume, for the trooper to give his name.

“Um, Catcher, sir.”

Wolffe pulls out of you halfway, thrusting back in and masking your moan with his next words.

“Right. I’m aware the door’s locked, Catcher,” he lets out a loud sigh and you roll your eyes even though you’re mid-whimper. Always so dramatic. “You can talk to me without seeing me, can’t you?”

“Ye— yes, sir,” Catcher says immediately.

The urgency and panic in his voice is so out of place in this situation and your shoulders shake on a silent laugh. You cover your mouth, only realizing what you’ve done when a sharp smack sounds through the room and a jolt of pleasure tinged with pain courses from your breast straight to your throbbing pussy.

“Wolffe!” you hiss.

Catcher continues talking but you ignore him to lean back and glare at the man behind you. He smirks down at you, not the least bit contrite, fingers soothing the reddening mark on your breast.

“I told you,” he says, making no attempt to lower his voice, “no covering up that pretty mouth of yours.”

You open said mouth, about to say something to show him just how pretty it can be, when:

“Uh, Sir?” Catcher hesitates, “I didn’t catch that.”

Wolffe rolls his eye. “I said get on with it, kid.”

“Could say the same to you, Commander,” you grumble.

Peering back down at you, he narrows his eyes, hand moving across your chest to trap you firmly against him. With your arms now pinned under his at the elbows, there’s no way for your hands to reach your mouth, even on accident.

“I told you to be careful what you ask for.” His voice is back to a whisper, words meant just for you.

Deciding that if you’re in this deep already, you might as well enjoy it, you grin and say, louder, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

Catcher’s voice stops and you have just enough time to hear him clearing his throat alongside Wolffe saying “that’s my girl” before you’re being fucked out of your mind. Every sensation is made better by the knowledge that you’re not alone.

Someone can hear you. Can hear Wolffe pounding into you. Can hear you chanting his name between moans loud enough they can probably reach outside the entire fucking barrack, let alone just outside this room.

You cling to the only thing your hands can reach — Wolffe’s arm — and try to focus on the door, try to listen and see if Catcher is saying anything else, but you can’t.

The force of Wolffe’s thrusts — all the way out, all the way back in, hitting the exact right places over and over and over — are too much and still not enough.

“More,” you moan, your decision to no longer care who hears you leaving you uninhibited, especially when the sound of skin slapping against skin is so loud, “Wolffe, I need more.”

He lowers the arm clutched across your chest, still keeping yours pinned to the sides but making it so he’s holding you across your waist instead, and brings his other hand up to your mouth.

“Lick it,” he rasps, voice finally giving away how close he must be, too.

You do as he says, tongue swiping up and down his fingers, sucking on them when he gently pushes between your lips. You close your eyes, humming around the thick, rough length of them and wishing you’d had time earlier to suck on his cock instead. When Wolffe groans into your neck, his cock jumping inside you as he stutters on a thrust, you know he’s thinking the same.

You release his fingers from your mouth and he immediately pushes his hand down to your cunt, instincts and muscle memory helping him find your clit straight away. He circles the bundle of nerves, pulling yet another moan out of you in the process.

Wolffe moves his fingers at a pace that matches his thrusts, which are becoming quicker and shallower, the noises between you echoing louder and louder in the small room.

The combination of his cock and his fingers has you close. So, so close. Your fingernails dig into his forearm and you lean your head back, neck exposed, trusting that Wolffe will know the last thing you need to get you all the way there.

And as always, Wolffe never disappoints.

“Want my teeth on you, mesh’la?” he grunts, thrusts reaching a speed you didn’t even think was possible. “That what you need, dirty fucking girl?”

He slams into you and you whine up at the ceiling. Of course he’d want to play with you now.

“Wolffe, please,” your moan is more of a sob and you can feel him smirk into your neck, the bastard.

“Don’t worry,” he licks a circle into your skin, “I’ll take care of you.”

And then he bites you.

His teeth sink into the space between your neck and shoulder just hard enough to leave an outline of his mouth without drawing blood. Just enough to leave his mark where others can’t see.

The slight twinge of pain is immediately overwhelmed by a wave of white-hot pleasure that shoots down your entire body, flooding your pussy and making you cry out.

“Wolffe, fuck!” you shout as you clinch around his cock and rub against his fingers to ride out the wave of an orgasm so intense you can barely fucking see.

Lips still firmly pressed into your skin, Wolffe growls, deep and primal, and, with a final, forceful thrust that nearly sends you back to the edge, he releases inside you. Closing your eyes, you squeeze around him again, soaking in the feeling of being so full.

The room is quiet apart from your shared panting. As you come down from your high, you rub circles into Wolffe’s arm, soothing over the crescent-shaped marks left by your nails. After a moment, he raises his head from your shoulder and looks down at you, golden eye soft the way it always is, after.

Once again, you open your mouth to say something — this time something romantic, something sweet. The kind of words Anakin is always embarrassing himself with by saying to Senator Amidala.

“I-”

“Wolffe! Are you done in there yet?”

Wolffe jerks his head up to the door, no doubt wondering why a shiny would be so bold as to call him by his name and not his rank. But you know this voice almost immediately, and grimace as Sinker continues.

“We’re all real happy for you, brother, but some of us value our sleep, you know.”

Finally realizing who the voice belongs to, Wolffe’s scowl turns into a self-satisfied smirk. You shake your head, not relishing whatever’s about to come out of his mouth next.

“Keep complaining, Sergeant,” he yells across the room. “I can keep this going all night if I have to.”

He looks down at you as he says the last past and you swallow hard. As if to prove his point, his cock, still inside you, twitches with renewed interest. It brushes just enough against your sensitive walls that you can’t help the moan that slips out.

“I’d listen to him, if I were you, boys,” you say, a bit breathless, and all the noises outside the door cease.

You and Wolffe stare at each other, eyebrows raised. After a moment of silence, Sinker clears his throat. “Just . . . try not to traumatize any more of the shinnies, yeah?”

You hear his footsteps echo down the hall, away from the room. Wolffe chuckles, kissing your cheek. You shake your head once more, but a smile tugs at your lips.

“We cannot do that again.”

Wolffe shrugs, removing his arm from across your waist and finally pulling out, rubbing a hand across your back when you gasp at the emptiness. “You seemed to enjoy it. I know I enjoyed it. And who cares what the boys thought. It’s good for them to remember I’ve got some bite to my bark.”

You turn around to look at him, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to keep as much of him inside you as possible. Leaning against the desk he had you bent over earlier, your eyes trace his body, from the top of his scar to his already hardening cock. You give up trying to hold back your smile and laugh, nodding down at his length.

“You really could go again right now, couldn’t you?”

He steps forward, your smile reflected on his face, and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Only for you,” he says softly, not a hint of his earlier cockiness in his voice now.

You close your eyes and push your cheek into his palm, trying to steady the thrumming of your heart in your chest and through your veins.

Wolffe leans down, breath warm and intoxicating against your skin. “Let me make you scream my name again, love.”

Love. He’s called you that a lot tonight. It’s not new, he’s said it before. But your heart still clinches every time the word leaves his mouth.

Another shiver runs up your spine and you hum, tilting your head against his ear. There’s so much about Wolffe you love. So much you want to explore. So much you want him to do to you. So much you want to do to him.

You place a hand against his chest and push him, catching him off guard enough to allow you to force a switch in positions.

With him against the desk now, you open your eyes and keep your mouth at his ear, hand trailing from his chest to grip his cock.

“Let me make you scream my name.”

You feel him smile against your neck yet again and his next words rumble through your body, reaching you in all the places you know his hands will soon follow.

“Give it your best shot, mesh’la.”

And you do.

Sweet and sensual

Hunter x reader

Warning: smut, nervous reader

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Your first time with your boyfriend hunter. :3

Very gentle and loving

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Hunter was kissing you over and over and over again. You felt like it was never gonna stop. You squeaked and squirmed in his arms as his lips tickled yours.

His hand move down your back further and you caught it. He stopped and looked at

you nervously.

"I'm sorry Mesh'la.. I didn't mean to make

you uncomfortable"

"No.. I. I'm not uncomfortable. I'm just nervous. I've never been touched by someone like this before"

"You haven't? You should have told me cyare. I would've been more careful"

"No I don't want you to.. I want to do it with you. I.. I just feel like you won't like what's underneath my clothes"

"What makes you say that? I didn't fall with your body I feel in love with you. I don't care how you look under your clothes"

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do y/n. I love you"

"I love you too"

You placed your hands on his chest and kissed him feverishly. Your arousal causing you to have a burst of adrenaline.

Hunter started to pull the hem of your shirt up. You stepped away for him to take it all the way off. You did the same with the top of his blacks.

You looked at his firm, tan chest and ran your fingers across his strong biceps. His fingers lightly feathered across your collar bone and the top of your bra.

You reached behind you and unclipped it. Letting it fall from your arms. Hunter ran his finger tips across your nipples and down the side of your breasts.

You moaned lightly. Hunter reached down and kissed your neck gently.

"Hunter. I want to do it now. Please I don't want to wait anymore."

"Yes Mesh'la.. anything for you"

You shimmied your pants off and let them fall to the ground as you sat on the bed. Hunter came closer and rested his hands on your thighs.

"I promise to take of you cyare.. do you

trust me?"

"I do hunter. I trust you"

He pushed you down gently and slotted himself between your legs. He ran his hands across your hips and pelvic bone. He kissed the top of your panties causing you to moan.

He pulled your panties down and threw towards the pile of clothes. He ran his finger tips across your clit and opening. You gripped the sheets and arched your back.

He pushed his tongue into your pussy. You moaned out in surprise. His nose brushed against your clit deliciously. It was too much and you started to feel your stomach tingle.

"Hunter! I'm gonna cum"

He responded by pushing your legs up over his head and devouring you like a starved animal.

A gush of slick fell onto his face. He groaned and licked a stripe across your slit.

"Hunter stop teasing! I want you"

You demanded

"As you wish"

He chuckled

He took his blacks off and his underwear with it. His large member stood hard with arousal.

He was about to push into your slick when

you stopped him.

"Wait! Im nervous.."

Hunter looked down at you calmly

"Do you want to stop?"

"N-no I don't, I just don't know what will happen"

"Well I've heard it's different for everyone. Men and women both"

"Yeah.. what if it hurts?"

"Then we can stop if you want to"

"Alright..I'm ready"

Hunter gently pushed his tip into you. You felt pressure on the inside of your pussy.  You put your arms on his shoulders to brace yourself.

Hunter pushed against your hymen and felt like you were going to burst. You gripped his neck tighter as the pressure released and he slipped inside you. You took a deep breath.

"It's alright cyare. Does it hurt?"

He kissed your head.

"A little."

"Is it uncomfortable? Do you want to stop?"

"Not really.. and I don't want to stop. Please keep going hunter"

"Alright Mesh'la"

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. You moaned as he drug across your g-spot. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to move quicker.

"H-hunter. Nhh- please go faster"

He went faster in and out of you while still remaining gentle and calm. You kissed his lips and he wrapped his hands around your head.

"Mesh'la.. I'm close."

"C-can you do it outside?"

"Of course I can my love"

He pulled out and released across your stomach and in his hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't let you go inside.. I

was nervous"

"You don't have to be sorry y/n. It's your choice. I wouldn't have inside even if you didn't say anything."

You nodded and pulled him into a hug.

"I love you hunter"

"I love you too cyar'ika"

(Consent is a key ingredient to a good intimate relationship. There is nothing wrong with saying no to something)

I am so excited for part 2!

I love ur work sm, it’s always great to read when I need me some clone content

Can I get uhhhh, Fives (or any other clone you choose, although I feel like fives would be good for this) x shy fem!Reader who’s very inexperienced/a virgin, and like VERY inexperienced, like sis has never even touched herself before (not because of like religious reasons or whatever, she just literally didn’t know how)

Ty :)

Aloha! Thank you so much!

Yes you can :)) I think Fives is a good 'go to guy' for scenarios like this, but don't underestimate Echo! Okay here we go- Fives for you :)

Fives x Virgin Fem!Reader-Smut Short Fic - Part 1/2 I've Got So Much Love For You

Soft Smut Short Fic

Warnings: A bit angsty/ Strong language

Summary: You and Fives have been a couple for a little while now. You haven't had any intimate experiences yet. However, thanks to Fives, you are already a pro at kissing, and he loves to make out. So far he hasn't pushed you into anything and he probably doesn't intend to, yet you feel uneasiness about the subject of becoming more intimate. You're afraid he won't wait much longer for you to allow more. However, this is not due to him but rather to his environment and how it reacts to your until now rather chaste relationship. Other than that, he has a reputation for being flirty and hands on. You fear he might start to get bored with you. Don't worry, Fives already knows how to handle you and your fears.

I've Got So Much Love For You

You're nervous, as you always are when you're on your way to meet Fives. It's that comfortable nervousness, the one that makes your heart beat faster just at the thought of seeing him soon, hearing his voice and melting under his cheeky smile.

Your pulse is fast, everything inside you is tingling the closer you get to your meeting point. You're on your way to the elevators that lead to the rooftop garden atop your apartment complex. This rooftop garden is where you always meet because you happened to meet there the very first time. It's a cute little tradition. You meet on the rooftop garden every time and then go from there to your apartment or to a restaurant or a movie theater. It had been Five's idea when you wouldn't tell him exactly where you lived on the first date.

As you're at the bend in the hallway leading to the elevators, you hear voices, clones, unmistakably. One of them is Fives, you can hear it in the way he emphasizes the words. The other voice of one of his brothers, apart from being the voice of a clone, is not familiar to you. Your heart beats faster with joy, but you stop when you hear the unknown clone say, "How long have you two been together now?"

"Almost three months," Fives replies, and your heart leaps at the proud tone that resonates in his words.

"And you still haven't been intimate?"

There is a pause and you feel your heart slip into your pants. You stay out of sight behind the turn in the aisle and prick up your ears.

"This is none of your business, but what makes you think that anyway?" asks Fives finally, a little irritated.

"Well, it's obvious from the way you walk," the other voice sneers.

You can hear Fives' eye roll in his voice as he says, "Gee, Sly, you sure are talking trash again"

"Trust me! I see that! The way you're walking it's obvious you've got bulging balls!" laughs Sly.

Fives laughs, "Shut up and get lost, I'm on my way to a meeting with her"

Sly lets out a whistle and says, "Ooooh, maybe she'll let you have her today."

"You let me worry about that", snorts Fives.

You waited until Fives got on the elevator and the other clone left. As you also board one of the elevators to the top, you have a very queasy, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach on the ride up and your heart feels heavy.

Fives is already standing there, as usual he has no patience in his butt. He paces up and down. But he smiles broadly as he sees you coming into the garden. However, his smile freezes and disappears, finally giving way to a worried expression.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asks as he approaches you and finally gently grabs your upper arms with both hands, left and right.

Of course, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. You're apparently not very good at hiding your feelings, at least not from Fives.

Nervously, you say, "Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong?"

Fives tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you scrutinizingly. He doesn't seem to believe you. You know that critical look in his brown eyes.

"Are you sure there isn't something you want to get off your chest?" he inquires.

You get even more nervous, can't look him in the eye anymore. In your mind's eye, you have a very strange image of Fives with thick, blue balls the size of meilooruns. You're not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

"It's nothing," you say, smiling shyly at him.

You know he still doesn't believe you, but doesn't press you further. With a soft sigh, he kisses your forehead and says, "Maybe you'll tell me later when we're cuddled up on the couch."

You almost forgot, tonight you have a movie night planned at your house. You swallow but keep smiling as he takes your hand and walks with you to the elevators. Of course you are attracted to him and with your touches and kisses you have felt arousal, even sometimes when you were just thinking about him. But you haven't even dared to touch yourself yet, how should you know how to touch him?

You spend the way to your apartment in silence and Fives keeps giving you a sideways glance. Whatever is on your mind doesn't seem to let him go. You'd love to know what's on his mind. Does he perhaps also have insecurities and fears towards you? Is he also worried that he might make mistakes?

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly as you open the door and Fives walks into your living room with a thoughtful expression.

He turns to you as you are about to close the apartment door and says, "Honestly, I'm still wondering what's on your mind. I'm a little worried it might have something to do with our relationship."

For a moment you look at him with surprised silence. You didn't really expect him to be unsettled. Not Fives.

"What do you mean. What should be the matter with our relationship?" you finally ask him curiously.

Fives shrugs, flashes a wry little nervous smile, and replies, "I am one face among so many that are the same. Perhaps you have grown weary of the sight. Maybe another one of my brothers appeals to you more.... I don't know, things like that."

You are shocked to hear that he really has such thoughts. You certainly don't want him to feel so insecure. Fives should not be afraid that he might not be enough.

You finally give in and say, "It's nothing like that."

"Aha! So there' s really something bothering you?"

He has one eyebrow cocked at you, his expression scrutinizing.

"Yes. It also actually has something to do with our relationship. But not what you might think"

Fives frowns, looking even more worried than before. You can tell he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He scratches the back of his neck, then crosses his arms in front of his chest, as if he's already preparing himself for a low blow.

Fives takes a deep breath and says, "Okay. Shoot. What's up?"

You walk into the open kitchen where he can also see and hear you from the living room. As you pour you both a Corellian ale, you begin to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this. But I heard you earlier, or rather you guys. You and Sly, by the elevators. What you guys were talking about got me thinking."

Fives laughed, he was amused and relieved.

"Because of the comment about... My way of walking? That's just nonsense, mesh'la"

You hand him one of the ale glasses and take a sip of your own before saying, "Well. Is it really nonsense?"

He blinks in confusion and looks at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

You shrug your shoulders cautiously.

"So far, when we've been close, we've never gone very far, if you know what I mean. We've been together for a while, though, and I wonder how much more patience you can muster."

Fives laughs softly.

"As much as is necessary my love"

"And that is?"

He frowns.

"What exactly is it about this whole thing that makes you so nervous?"

You chew on your lower lip for a while and finally blurt out almost hastily, as if the sound of the words frightens you, "I'm a virgin!"

Fives blinks several times, then a light comes on.

"Oooooh. So you're nervous about that famous first time? That's what's on your mind?"

With a sigh, you admit, "In a way. I was worried you might get bored with me because you've been waiting so long. Besides, I would really like to get closer to you, even on a physical level. But I have absolutely no idea how and what to do, what to expect."

Fives grabs your hand and with a smile pulls you to the sofa, sits down with you and says, "I'm in no hurry. Sure of course I think about it, that's normal. But I've got so much love for you, Cyar'ika, it doesn't matter how long I have to wait for it"

Your heart beats very fast and wild in your chest.

"What if I want to try today?"

He smiles wryly.

"Then I would be more than willing to comply with your request. However, I don't want you to feel pressured because of my brother's stupid comments. That was just nonsense. He was just teasing me, we do it to each other all the time."

You shake your head.

"No, not exactly. I've thought about it before, his words just fueled the worries that were already there a bit. I really want to get closer to you very much"

Fives caresses your cheek.

"Anytime, beautiful"

"Can you show me a few things?"

Fives smile widens.

"I'd love to"

Ko-Fi

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Crosshair Theory

There's a whole lot of ways Crosshair's story could go this season but I've been considering something I hadn't really thought about. I've done a lot of thinking about how Cross could defect from the Empire but I didn't really consider the idea of the Empire turning against him.

I don't think we're going to get a Crosshair redemption/recovery arc this season because it feels too soon. He isn't going to change without some self-reflection and I don't think that's really going to sink in until he hits rock bottom. And that could happen if he loses the only thing he feels even mildly supported by: The Empire.

We've been told that at the beginning of S2 The Empire believe The Batch to be dead, meaning that Cross didn't tell them about CF 99 escaping Kamino. But they're gonna find out. We know from the trailer that the Batch are being hunted down which means that their survival must have been discovered.

And that's gonna cause the Empire to question Crosshair. Now he could lie and say he got separated from them and without seeing them leave, had assumed they had died. But I doubt the Empire are going to trust him much with that. In reality, they don't actually care about him, so they're not going to risk keeping someone around who could betray them.

With them turning against him, Crosshair would have to go into hiding to escape being hunted. But without The Batch, he would be completely alone.

And I think that could be his rock bottom. Realising that he is on his own. Realising that The Empire aren't going to be there this time. Realising that maybe if he'd gone with CF 99, he wouldn't be in this situation.

And knowing that his insistence that The Empire was the way forward, and his own ignorance, were what led him here, Cross could realise that he messed up. Big time.

By having the season end with Cross on his own and the Empire hunting him, it would leave future seasons for that redemption/recovery to really be fleshed out. Ultimately owning up to his mistakes and seeking help from The Batch again.

To me, I think this theory makes a little more sense than Crosshair just defecting. He's so wrapped up in the Empire that it's going to take him being stranded to realise he screwed up. Because if the Empire can do what they've done up until this point and Cross still sides with them, it really begs the question as to how far they would have to push it for him to leave. A forceful removal seems more likely to me.

Regardless of what actually happens, I think we're going to have to watch Crosshair get a lot worse before he gets better. There's going to have to be a big push to get him to really look at himself.

But I'm excited to see where his story goes. With a lot of praise being thrown towards the Cross storyline, I think this could he a really great season.

Edit: fixed a sentence because it made no sense

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Also quick thanks to @intrepidmare. Discussing Crosshair in another post actually made me think more about this and inspired me to write this. <3

I love how we all just accepted the fact that Echo is the mom of the group and probably the only one out of the squad that can cook a decent meal without burning the kitchen down

@zoeykallus really said “the hoes gon love this”

It's not really a hc, but can you do something with a game of truth or dare that turns a little- 👀

Ooooh, what do I see... I see an opportunity to finally try myself at a Bad Batch Poly thing... hehe... oh dear... (shut up inner Echo, I'm gonna do this)

The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (Poly) Smut Short Fic - Truth Or Dare Part 1 Of 3

A simple game takes a spicy turn...

Warning: SMUT 18 + / Nudity/ Dirty Talk /Much Filth /Strongly Suggestive

Part 1

"Take dare!" grumbled Crosshair, who had once again turned the bottle in your direction.

This game was quite funny until now you had not dared to say dare. Because some of the guys, especially Crosshair, asked you only dirty questions and you weren't sure what they would ask of you if you said dare.

You looked around, unsure and met attentive curious glances.

With a sigh, you finally said, "Dare."

Crosshair's grin unsettled you greatly, you instantly regretted saying that word.

"I know the perfect dare we all benefit from," he said confidently.

Echo raised his eyebrows, "You do?"

Crosshair nodded then flashed a predatory smile.

"You'll have to play this game with us naked for the rest of the night and not get dressed again until morning".

Your ears grew hot. Was he serious about this?

Hunter scratched the back of his head with a smile, he obviously liked the idea. Tech and Echo blushed and Wrecker grinned widely.

"Really? You can't think of anything better?" you teased him.

Crosshair laughed softly, "It's more than good enough, believe me, we're all very fond of it here, anyway."

With a sigh, you began to undress. So far your relationship with the guys had been close, you had been seen in your underwear and flirted with all day anyway, but none of them had seen you naked yet.

It was a little uncomfortable for you, so you hurried up and ignored Crosshair's complaint that you should undress more slowly. As you sat down with your legs closed and to the side, your arms across your chest, you said, "That wasn't part of the assignment, you just told me to strip and stay naked until morning."

Crosshair rolled his eyes, but then smiled and rolled the toothpick in his mouth to the other corner of his mouth.

"Okay Kitten, your turn, roll the bottle".

The boys all stared at you of course, Echo and Tech though a little blushing and a little more shy, but they stared just like the rest.

You turned the bottle and tried to cover your breasts as best you could with one arm. The neck of the bottle pointed at Tech as it lay still. Tech's datapad lay beside him, no longer in his hands as before. His face was slightly flushed.

"Truth or dare?" you asked him.

Tech blinked a few times, then finally answered hesitantly, "Truth."

You looked him in the eye and asked, "What exactly are you thinking about right now?"

Tech's cheeks, neck and ears turned red.

"I... well... well... um, I was just thinking about..." he cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing "I was just imagining putting my fingers in your pussy..." another throat clearing, "and other of your orifices."

You felt warmth rising in your cheeks and also between your thighs.

"Oh," you said softly.

The others laughed quietly.

Echo said dryly, "You don't have to laugh like that, you must be thinking similar things."

The boys fell silent and Echo smiled with satisfaction.

Tech took the bottle and spun it hastily to distract himself. The neck pointed at Hunter.

"Truth or dare?"

Hunter licked his lips and said, "Truth."

"Well what were you just thinking about?" asked Tech dryly.

A howl went around the room.

"He's got you now," Wrecker hummed, slapping Hunter on the shoulder playfully.

Hunter smirked, his gray eyes looking at you as he said, "I was thinking about Y/N sitting naked on my lap and warming my cock while I play with her clit."

You couldn't help it, you felt your arousal gathering in your cunt and slowly starting to drip onto the floor below you. You fervently hoped no one would notice, but you knew Hunter would smell it. In fact, he began to smile and said, "Seems like you like the idea."

You looked to the side, ashamed.

Crosshair murmured, "She's aroused?"

Hunter nodded, "Very much so," and turned the bottle.

The bottle neck pointed at you again.

Hunter grinned at you, "Truth or dare?"

Your heart went to your throat as you said, "Dare."

Again Hunter licked his lips and his gray eyes seemed to grow darker.

"I want you to sit down with your legs spread so we can see your little honey pot".

A touch of panic rose in you, but also further arousal, the thought of them wanting to see you like this had its appeal. Slowly you spread your legs, revealing your intimate parts to the guys.

"Damn, I really wanna eat that pussy", Wrecker muttered licking his lips.

"Oh yeah?", Crosshair grumbled "Take a number big guy"

Hunter said with a husky voice, "I think it's safe to say we all would like to have a little taste of her"

An approving nod and murmur went through the round.

Tech pushed up his googles with his index finger and said, "May I suggest we ask her if we can... have a taste?"

The heat inside you was about to reach the boiling point.

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