Despite Everything.

Incorrect Bad Batch Quote #3

Crosshair: They all look so stupid coddling the girl.

Crosshair: All 'cause of this stupid "Foundling Gene"

Crosshair: That's not going to happen to me, no sir! I am a Soldier not a nanny!

[Omega curls up to Crosshair's side and rests her head on his lap.]

Crosshair: .....

Crosshair: Look at this thing, so pathetic and small, anything could harm her fragile little body.

Crosshair: Stupid girl.

[Crosshair absentmindedly caresses her hair.]

Crosshair: I'm gonna have to protect her since those idiots sure wont.

Crosshair: Then, when her arms are strong enough, I'll teach her to shoot so she can protect herself.

Crosshair: Then I'll--

Crosshair alarmed: WAIT A DARN MINUTE!!

773 Firepuncher Rifle

Summary: Crosshair has given you a simple and specific order: get yourself off on his rifle, and make it messy. Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female, and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance. Word count: 2.1k Tags: Gun kink, Friends with benefits, Smut, Grinding, Teasing, Mutual masturbation.

(gif credit: @kybacrystal​ from this post)

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Needy Crosshair headcanons, with a gender-neutral reader!

(450 words.)

On some days, Crosshair has no problem asking for a kiss and a cuddle.

Other days, however, it’s his biggest challenge.

It usually boils down to who’s around, if he’s having a good day, if he’s stressed about anything, how sleepy he is, and so forth.

He’s always in denial about being needy. Point it out, and Crosshair will let out a huff as he comes up with any and every excuse.

“You’re far worse than me.”

“Is showing affection now considered being needy?”

“Fine, I’ll keep my hands to myself, then wait for you to backtrack, and beg for affection.”

One of Crosshair’s favourite things is head rubs. Give him a good fussing, and he’ll forever be yours.

Again, Crosshair doesn’t openly ask for it. He’ll rest his head on your thigh, and hope that you’ll automatically begin petting him.

If you don’t pick up on his hint, then he’ll pick up your hand, and rest it on the crown of his head. You can’t make that any more obvious, right?

Crosshair tends to be the bigger person in bed, but on the odd occasion, he’ll want to be the little spoon, or rest his head on your chest as he snuggles up to you.

Again, that is the perfect position for more head rubs.

Crosshair isn’t one to double text - he’ll text you once, then wait for your reply - but on days when you’re busy or distant, Crosshair will send another message after a few hours.

It’s often something small, such as “are you alright?” or “I’m here when you’re ready.”

A minor sign to show Crosshair’s presence, and patience. Honestly, talk to him when you’re ready. He’ll never get stroppy over your schedule, especially if you’re having an off day.

He does the same after an argument. You’ll storm off into separate rooms, and after some cool down time, Crosshair will be the one to text you, “do you want to try and talk this out?”

Crosshair doesn’t get jealous easily, and if he is showing signs of jealousy, he’ll never admit to it.

If somebody is paying too much attention to you, Crosshair will simply loop his arm around your waist, and stand there patiently as the stranger puts two and two together.

The aftermath, however, is a total sign of neediness.

Holding hands. Making out. Sitting on his lap. Crosshair will go through every trick in the book to show that you’re his.

And even after the stranger has left, he’ll still cling onto you like an affectionate tooka; maybe it’s some form of reassurance, or maybe Crosshair is simply letting his guard down.

Who knows? Enjoy it whilst it lasts!

pretty noises

 hunter x fem!reader 18+

GIF NOT MINE

wc: 524ish

warnings: unprotected sex, little bit of exhibitionism, little bit of voyeurism, use of good girl, this is trashhhhh, begging, I don’t think theres anything else besides this is hot garbage 

Your breathy moans filled their barracks, barely above the noise of the rain that hit the window. They should all be sleeping but how could they when your sounds of pleasure are sweet coming from under their sergeant. He sure knew they were listening, but he was focused on the way your face looked as he devoured your clit with two fingers in you. 

“All those pretty noises mesh’la you might wake the boys up” Hunter says pulling away for a moment before starting to mark your thighs with love bites. Your walls clenched around his fingers at the thought. “Seems like you might be a little exhibitionist cyar’ika” you couldn’t contain the moan that came out. If they weren’t all hard already that moan did the job. Reaching into the bottom halves of their blacks to stroke their aching lengths may have been a bad thought when it first crossed their minds but to hell with that. All freeing themselves stroking to the sounds of your moans. 

“They’re listening so be a good girl and give them a good show” the words whispered gravelly in your ear before his teeth nipped your earlobe. His thumb found your clit rubbing it to the edge of your first orgasm of the night. He stopped when your body gave its first sign of release. The whine you released was the sound of angels singing to the batch. The babbling of begging Hunter to let you cum had him chuckling.  “I bet if you use your big girl words to beg, I’ll let you cum all over my fingers.”

“Please let me cum sarge” your pleading making each cock in the room twitch in anticipation. He returned to rubbing your clit with his thumb while his mouth explored your breasts leaving marks before taking a nipple in his mouth tugging it between his teeth. That brought you to the edge again, Hunter gave you a nod signaling you have his permission to cum. Your guttural moan filled the barracks, if they weren’t already awake bringing themselves to release that would have woken them up. He positioned himself between your legs, his leaking tip grazed your clit and teased your entrance before his hips snapped into you. He groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. Each thrust into you made you moan louder. Wrecker was the first to indicate being awake and listening when he cursed after releasing all over his hand. The sounds he made after releasing made your stomach flutter. Your legs were wrapped tightly around Hunter as he started thrusting into you faster. The way his cock twitched you could tell he was close. His groans filled your ears while your nails raked down his back. 

“Where do you want me?” his question came out sounding rough but also soft. 

“inside please” the neediness in your voice caused him to come undone, releasing a deep groan in your ear before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

 “When you’re ready for another round doll come to my bunk” Crosshair’s voice broke the moment of silence sending you into a fit of tired giggles.  

Hunter: I get really nervous when I talk to cute people.

Wrecker: Aww… WAIT A MINUTE.

Tech: Are you, by chance, insinuating that our physical traits are to be deemed undesirable therefore the barrier of communication is not at all hindered on your end—

Crosshair: Yes. He’s calling you ugly, Tech.

Wrecker: HEY asshole, you’re included in this too!

*Hunter has left the chat*

Tech: Yes I do believe that Hunter’s term was plural, therefore it includes everyone in this group with whom he interacts. The result is that he does not exhibit any signs of disquietude because we are, to put it plainly, ugly.

Crosshair: Speak for yourself.

i drew this while reading the first book and was already loving it <3333

Hands to Himself

Summary: Hunter’s senses have been driving him mad when it came to you. So when Crosshair approached him with a proposition he could hardly refuse.

Pairing: Hunter x Reader x Crosshair

Word count: 3,2K

Warnings: smut, so minors DNI; this is pure unadultered filth; threesome, cuckolding

Notes: Sooooo… this happened. I have never once written smut and when I finally decided to try my hand at it I ended up writing the filthiest nastiest thing possible, oh my god. Please forgive me. So yeah, that’s that.

I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this and have fun while reading it. If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.

Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided

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He was going insane. Absolutely, downright mad. It was overwhelming, he almost couldn’t breathe, his breath coming out in short pants more than anything. His ears were ringing and his mouth was going numb from the exertion. If he could just move his hands, lift his arms and grab onto you he could-

“Don’t you kriffing dare, Hunter.” he could practically hear Crosshair’s sneer even though he couldn’t see him.

This was pure torture. Your scent was overcrowding his senses and he had nothing to ground himself. There was a pressure around his skull, and he felt like the soft lull of back and forth and back and forth and back and forth would eventually end up breaking his nose.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” he heard Crosshair’s voice once again “Just like that, keep going.”

How had he gotten into this situation in the first place?

After being deemed by GAR officials too reckless to be left unsupervised, the Bad Batch had been assigned an on-board medic. Knowing they wouldn’t take kindly to a reg, Commander Cody interceded in their favor and got them a natborn instead. That’s when Hunter’s problems began.

From the first moment he laid eyes on you he knew he was screwed. He found you really attractive, how could he not? And it didn’t help that your kindness towards him and his brothers made you all the more attractive to him. But he respected you and your place in this squad too much to do something about it and in the end the one who ended up winning your heart was Crosshair.

Although the feelings he once nurtured for you were long gone (even though they often didn’t see eye to eye, Crosshair was still his brother whom he loved and respected very much and he wasn’t just about to get in between the two of you) he still found you very physically attractive. And what’s worse, his heightened senses turned out to be a curse when it came to you.

He could smell you. Your scent, soft without being overly sweet, was a comforting presence on the ship, but once you and Crosshair started seeing each other (and even before that) he could smell your arousal dripping from you. Whenever Crosshair was near you he could sense it coming from you in waves, assaulting his nose as he heard your heartbeat increase ever so slightly. It even happened on the battlefield, whenever Crosshair did a neat trick with his rifle (and Hunter knew half the time his brother didn’t have to go such lengths to take the shot, the smug bastard was only showing off to you) he could smell your arousal even through the gunpowder and fried clanker smoke.

And when you and Crosshair locked yourselves in the bunks on the Marauder? It drove him absolutely insane. Everyone knew what you were up to, but only he could smell the sweat dripping from your skin, mixed with both yours and Crosshair’s arousal. Only he could hear the muffled sounds the two of you made, no matter how quiet you tried to be. He once had to physically restrain himself to not palm his hardening cock as he heard all of it, the breathless way in which you moaned his brother’s name, the little mewls you let out when he hit a particularly intense spot, the wet squelch of your cunt as it Crosshair dragged his cock in and out against your walls, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin that increased and slowed in speed (which didn’t help at all his active imagination as he pictured you on your knees, your head shoved into a pillow and Crosshair kneeled behind you as he pounded into you, his hips hitting your ass as he rapidly brought you close to the edge only to slow down all of sudden, edging you), all the while the heavy scent of sex assaulted his senses.

So when Crosshair approached him with a proposition, he could hardly refuse. He didn’t even think before agreeing to it, anything to get a little respite from his torment. If he only knew how much more torturous the whole experience would be he would have thought twice before saying yes.

Crosshair had pulled him aside after a particularly rough mission, the pent up energy filling all of them, and let him in on your most recent conversation. Apparently, in a hypothetical discussion as you both came down from your highs one time, the topic of threesomes had come up. Crosshair quickly shot down the idea of sharing you with the regs, and even other natborns, but he wasn’t opposed to doing it with his brothers. Honestly, the first thing Hunter felt after he processed the whole thing was flattered, he felt honored that his brother trusted him enough to share this moment with you two, because he knew how much Crosshair loved and cared for you, which usually translated into silent possessiveness. So he found himself eagerly nodding along, his cock already twitching just from thinking about it.

Crosshair had sat some ground rules. Rule number one: you were the one in charge of everything. If you wanted to stop, or slow down, your word was sacred. Rule number two: Hunter could not, under any circumstance, cum inside your cunt. Inside your mouth or anywhere else on your body, sure, but your pussy was Crosshair’s to claim as his own, and only he could fill you up. Lastly, rule number three: he had to follow whatever Crosshair said, he was the one in charge of everything (second only to you). And of course the little shit would use this advantage to antagonize his sergeant, who should absolutely have seen this coming.

And that’s how Hunter found himself in his current position, his back flat against his bunk rock hard, both your thighs clamped around each side of his head as you slowly rode his face, all the while Crosshair sat in his own bunk across from the two of you watching the whole thing. The kicker? He wasn’t allowed to touch you. Crosshair had told him he had to keep his hands to himself at all times, otherwise the whole thing would stop and his punishment would be to switch places with his brother and watch as Crosshair absolutely railed you into next week without an ounce of relieve for himself.

So you decided to start off by taking your pleasure from him, sitting on his face and ever so slowly rocking your hips against his lips. The smell was absolutely overwhelming, your intoxicating scent so much stronger when he was directly in contact with your dripping cunt. His tongue lapped at your juices, trying to soak in you and commit the feeling to memory, but you were going too slowly. If only he could grab onto your hips, your ass, anything to roughly pull you closer to him he could eat you out properly.

“Don’t even think about it.” he heard Crosshair hiss at him.

He had to literally sit on top of his hands to stop from reaching out for you, which pulled a dark chuckle from his brother.

“You should see how hard he’s trying, kitten. He just can’t help himself now, can you vod?” Crosshair continued, and Hunter could hear the slow incessant squelch of him tugging on his own cock as he watched the scene unfold “How could he? When he’s under such perfection, like he always wanted. Because you have, haven’t you? Dreamed about this moment? About fucking my girl? My beautiful, perfect girl?”    

Hunter felt the tip of his ears burn, ashamed of having been caught, but he could hardly bring himself to care. Especially when your hips bucked in response to your lover’s praise, your clit bumping against his prominent nose, making you moan.

“Is he making you feel good, kitten? Tell him how good he’s making you feel.” Crosshair hissed, squeezing around the base of his cock.

“So good.” you moaned breathlessly “He’s making me feel so good…”

“Oh I can see that, doll, no need to tell that to me.” Crosshair chuckled “Tell him.”

“You’re wonderful, Hunter. You’re making me feel so good.” he heard you say from above him, and he couldn’t help but preen a little “You’re so good to me, Sarge.”

He felt his cock twitching violently and for a moment he felt he would cum from your praise alone.

“Do that again, he enjoyed it.” he heard his brother sneer.

“Oh yeah?” a breezy giggle escaped from your lips as you reached down and raked your fingers through his hair “You like it when I call you Sarge, sir?”

He moaned loudly into you, his whole body tense. The vibrations against your cunt sent you careening forward, your cheek resting against the wall in front of you. The new position, your ass a little higher in the air, placed your clit perfectly above Hunter’s mouth, to which his lips quickly latched onto and started sucking hard, earning another moan from you.

“That’s it, keep going like that, love.”

You rocked your hips ever so slightly and he alternated between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking on it, almost hollowing his cheeks. The sounds you were making, maker, he would commit them to memory.

“Tell me, love, is he making you feel good?” Crosshair asked, his own tone starting to sound breathless.

“Stars, yes!” you tugged slightly on Hunter’s hair, making his whole body spasm “So good!”

“Better than I can?”

“No, never. Only you, Cross.” you mumbled, starting to sound incoherent, but your voice adopted a lighter tone and Hunter knew you were about to do something only you could do without consequences: teasing Crosshair “Although his nose is perfect.”

“Careful, doll” Crosshair teased right back, but Hunter could hear just a tinge of venom lacing his tone “I might start feeling jealous.”

You kept going above him, riding his face and tugging on his hair and Hunter started shaking with the effort not to touch you. You and Crosshair would occasionally swap teasing jabs at one another and, although he would never admit it, Hunter started feeling a little jealous himself. In an attempt to bring your attention back to him, he pulled your clit between his teeth, nipping softly on it, careful not to hurt you. And that’s what sent you over the edge, your thighs shaking around his head, screaming his name as your orgasm washed over you, your cunt creaming his face even more. You kept on rocking your hips, slower and slower, as you came down from your high. Once you rode it out, your movements stopped completely.

“Alright, that’s enough.” he heard Crosshair get up after a moment and walk closer to the two of you.

As Crosshair helped you get up, Hunter drew a sharp breath, gasping for air as if he had been underwater for a long while. He could finally think more clearly with your scent no longer crowding him, and he thought it was over. But oh, how wrong he was.

“On your knees and turn around.” he heard him say.

“Wha’…?” apparently his reaction time had been slowed down, much to Crosshair’s dislike. Before he could even wipe his face clean he felt his brother grab him by the shoulders, roughly shoving him around and positioning him to his liking, on his knees on the bunk.

“Hands behind your back.” although he could hardly think straight, he thought it was better to obey than risk making him angry. He then felt his bandana being pulled from his head, his slick hair, damp with sweat, falling on his eyes as Crosshair tied his hands back. Once he was satisfied with his work, giving it a small tug to certify it was well tied, he sat back down on his bunk and looked at you.

“On your hands and knees.”

Without wasting a second, you positioned yourself how he wanted you and, maker, weren’t you a sight to behold. Hunter’s vision, normally very sharp and acute, focused on your glistening folds, dripping with pleasure and, he felt a twinge of pride, his saliva, making him tune out almost everything else around him.

“Now fuck her.”

His neck snapped so quickly to look at his brother that he almost gave himself whiplash.

“Don’t look so surprised, Hunter. Isn’t this what you’ve wanted all along?” Crosshair smirked, clearly proud of making his sergeant stunned “And besides, you wouldn’t to keep the lady waiting when she’s practically begging for you.”

“Please, sir!” his attention turned back towards you as you whined “Please, fuck me. I need you, Hunter.” 

That was all he needed before he shoved his cock into you (although aligning with your entrance proved a little challenging without the use of his hands), bottoming out in one single thrust, which elicited a strangled moan of his name from you. Normally, he would have been more careful, inching his cock slowly inside of you (he prided himself in being a gentleman, second only to Echo, when him and his brothers occasionally talked about their escapades at 79’s) but he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Everything about this situation, about you, made his brain short-circuit and him to lose control of himself. Once he knew he couldn’t go any deeper, feeling your cunt wrapped tightly around every inch of his cock, he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back inside. He set a fast pace, grunting as he pounded hard into you, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass almost overwhelming as your cunt stretched around his cock, the wetness left behind by your previous orgasm offering little resistance to his ministrations.

He tried, oh he tried to keep going, your shouts of his name spurring him on to fuck you just a little harder, a little faster, but he was having a hard time balancing himself without his hands, his knees hurting a bit from their position on the bunk. Hunter kept going a little longer, but he could barely hold himself up and he knew if he were to bend down over you and drape himself against your back he would send the both of you tumbling down onto the mattress.

“Please…!” he groaned.

“Getting tired, vod?” Crosshair asked, once again lazily working on his own length. Hunter nodded but apparently that wasn’t enough for his brother “Use your words.”

“Yes, I’m getting tired…” he drawled out, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Crosshair hummed, contemplating the situation.

“Turn around for him, doll.” he said.

Once Hunter’s hips slowed to a stop, you maneuvered on the bunk, lying on your back. He didn’t waste a second before entering you again, slamming into your cunt and resuming his pace. This time, however, he allowed himself to fall down on top of you, his face tucked on the crook of your neck as he kept fucking you as if his life depended on it.

“Oh, Hunter…!” you snaked your arms around his broad shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself, your legs framing his waist as his hips snapped into yours.

He kept on going, mouthing at the skin of your neck, his teeth slightly grazing your pulse point. He tried to get you to tumble over the edge on a second orgasm but it was too much; his hips started stuttering, his thrusts getting sloppy, and he knew he wouldn’t last for much longer.

“It’s okay,” you whispered on his ear, tugging softly on his locks, making him shudder “You can let go, Sarge.”

“Just remember what I told you.” Crosshair piped up from his bunk.

He remembered, he couldn’t cum inside of you but maker, did he want to. Some irrational, animalistic part of his brain wanted to shove his cock so deep in your cunt as you milked him of every last drop of his spend. But he wouldn’t, he respected you and Crosshair and your relationship too much to do the one thing he was asked not to do. So he pulled out, his seed painting the skin right above your navel. Once he was done he sagged against you, panting, as he tried to regain his breath.

“That’s it, Sarge, you did so well, you were so good for me.” you kept whispering in his ear as he came down, his senses still in overdrive. You softly raked your nails on his scalp, brushing his tangled locks, which helped grounding him, giving him a sense of security.

Hunter barely heard Crosshair walking up behind him and untying his wrists. All he could feel was the expanse of your skin against his as he recovered. Once he felt his heart rate slow down almost to its normal levels and his ears stopped ringing, he carefully raised his head, peering at you from under heavy eyelids. He reached up, his hand sore from its previous position, and cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping across your lower lip as he placed the softest of kisses on your chin.

“Careful, Hunter.” he heard Crosshair snarl under his breath, which prompted him to move and get off you “Now step back so I can fuck my girl properly.”

As Hunter got up and sat on Crosshair’s bunk across from you, he watched as his brother occupied his previous position and shoved two long fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing furiously on your clit. His other hand started stroking his cock, working quickly up and down. You writhed, practically screaming his name, getting closer and closer. If Hunter wasn’t absolutely spent, his cock would be hardening all over again.

Once he felt your cunt tightening around his fingers Crosshair quickly pulled them out of you, replacing it with his cock in a single stroke and kissing you deeply. The shock of it was enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm triggering his own as he painted your walls in warm ropes of his cum.

Crosshair laid gentle, lazy kisses on your lips as you both came down, pecking your lips softly. His eyes eventually found Hunter’s but instead of stopping, he only deepened the kisses, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as he kissed you, still keeping a lazy pace.

Mine, his eyes said.

Bastard, Hunter’s own eyes answered.

He eventually parted from your lips with a loud and wet smack, his softening cock still nestled inside of you.

“Well,” he mumbled, tiredly “this has been fun.”

Hunter knew how to take a not so subtle hint, collecting his clothes and throwing them back on quickly before walking to the door that lead to the hull of the ship. Before he could open it, however, he turned back towards the two of you.

“Thank you,” he locked eyes with you “for everything.”

You smiled at him, your eyes bright.

“Thank you Hunter.” then your smile turned into a mirthful smirk “Perhaps we can do this again sometime.”

He then looked at Crosshair, who was watching the whole exchange intensely. For a moment he thought his brother was jealous, mad even, but then he nodded, only once, his silent way of saying everything was alright. Hunter returned the nod in agreement.

 Just as he turned around to walk out the door he heard Crosshair whisper.

“Perhaps we can invite de others next time.”

Oh. Hunter felt his heart stir pleasantly at the thought of getting to share you not only with Crosshair but with his other brothers as well.

“Only if Tech agrees to give me a copy of the recording he capture on his goggles.”

Hunter chuckled and walked out of the room, the door closing behind him as Crosshair answered.

“It’s a deal.”

Agh I want this lanky asshole to hold me protectively while I doze off on his lap ✋🙄

Hunter: What’s the expression? Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice... fiddle-dee-dee.

Crosshair: Fool me once, and I’ll be fooled for a day. Teach me how to fool people, and I’ll be fooled for the rest of my life.

Wrecker: Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice.

Tech: I do believe that’s the expression.