PADMÉ AMIDALA

Note: Ok I still haven’t read the newest chapter of Captain’s Log because I want conditions to be PERFECT for my read lol

But I would like to humbly submit this thot:

The 501st come back to Coruscant for some much needed R&R. The boys are once again planning some shenanigans at 79’s. They invite Rex, but nobody is surprised when he declines their invitation to file paperwork and get a good night’s rest. Of course, they give him a hard time - booing him playfully and making fun of his inability to have fun.

What they don’t know is that Rex’d been secretly seeing a Holonet News staffer for months. After shaking them off, he sprints to your apartment, comming you on the way there. The lift ride up your high rise feels like a lifetime.

As soon as he rings your bell and your door swishes open, he throws off his helmet to kiss you hungrily. He backs you into a wall, grabbing fistfuls of your ass and kneading your breast as you moan into his mouth. He’d thought about you the whole campaign and he can’t help his desperation after the long trip back to the Triple Zero.

And it’s not like you don’t feel the same. Because you’re pawing at his chest, hands roaming frantically, trying to find the damn clasps. You both stumble into the bedroom, lips only parting to shed pieces of clothing. There’s no time to turn off the lights and set the mood. As soon as you’re both naked, he’s pressing you up against the wall and lifting you up by your thighs, fucking up into you as his hands and hips pin you in place.

Meanwhile, Fives and Echo are crammed into an air taxi with Kix, but they’re stuck in some bullshit traffic, arguing about whether or not they should have taken the train. then Fives goes quiet and his eyes are just wide and Echo is like “what are you looking at??”

he and Kix follow his line of sight to an apartment building. The lit room is like an exhibit against the backdrop of darkness and they can all clearly see two people fucking.

“Holy karking shit — is that…Rex?!”

B EIDICIWIDIE EX FUCKING CUSE ME nndkxisixiwiaie THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY BIGGEST FANTASIES/KINKS IM GOING TO FAINT !!!!

whoops I wrote more:

Your entire front is pressed against the transparisteel window of your room, knowing full well anyone passing by could see you both. Your apartment isn’t that far from the transport lanes below and at this time of day, the suns setting and the waning light of dusk illuminates every single thing that could be going on inside.

Rex’s fists are in your hair, pulling your face back enough for him to watch your expressions with every ruthless snap of his hips. Both of you had gone too long without seeing each other between his long missions and your long nights at Holonet News headquarters. So that ultimately led to how you were now, absolutely tearing into each other passionately.

You were whining and whimpering and calling his name louder with each thrust, the throbbing width of him hitting a spot so deep inside your guts it made you see stars. “Rex…more. More. Please. Harder. I can take it. Please.” You begged, tears of ecstasy dripping down your cheeks as the overwhelming feeling of erotic delight coursed through you.

His fist in your hair maneuvered your head back and onto his shoulder, the center of his broad, powerful hips driving himself upward to split you open more. “I know you can. Ner mesh’la…such a good girl. You must look so fucking good out that window. Turn back around. Show the whole planet how pretty you are when I’m fucking you.” He grunted, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades to push your breasts against the window.

He buried his face in your neck and nipped and sucked deep purple hickies all along the skin, smoothing over each one with his fingertips curling a possessive grip around you now. You smiled and giggled in delight as the swell of pleasure rushed to your core to meet his thrusts, a cascading, warm tingling overwhelming your insides. “So good Rex. You’re so good. I love it. I love when you fuck me…want everyone to see how much…” you mutter, the words catching in your throat as his last jerk into your pussy took your breath away.

“That’s right. Proud of how good my girl takes her Captain. Just want to show you off. Nobody takes my cock better than you, mesh’la. I can’t stop thinking about how you feel. The whole..fuck- the whole fucking mission..stars you’re so tight…” He tossed his head back and moaned, his hands sliding down to lift your leg and plow in harder.

Suddenly, your eyes locked with a familiar sight you absolutely weren’t expecting. 501st blue. Men you recognized. Rex’s men. You slammed your palm on the window to get Rex’s attention and pointed to where Fives, Kix and Echo were staring with jaws dropped up in disbelief at their Captain balls deep in a display so lewd even they couldn’t imagine it. “Rex…they can see us. Your-” you close your eyes and moan illicitly as his pounding cock hits a particularly sensitive spot in you and sends molten pleasure rocketing through your core. “Rex- your men! Should we stop?” You offered, turning to look over your shoulder at him.

His eyes were wild, pupils dark and lids heavy with lust. A dark, determined and almost ferocious scowl deepened on his face and he smirked back at you. Suddenly, his face was directly beside yours, one arm circling around your waist as he positioned your hips perfectly to rub your clit between his fingers. “Never. Give them a show, mesh’la. You’re mine and now they’ll know it. So let’s show them how only a Captain can make you come this good.” He growled, a final snap of his hips making your throbbing walls collapse around him.

The blinding heat of arousal exploded in your belly as you turned to meet the gaze of men that would never in a million years guess their Captain was capable of something this lascivious. Your mouth dropped open in pleasure as Rex’s name spilled out loud enough to be heard over any of the transport lane traffic passing by below. The numbing sensation washed over you and made all the muscles in your body tense under Rex’s overwhelming touch. His hands held you against the glass, his chest pressed into your spine as he thrust one, two, three times more. You writhed under him as your vision went spotty but your eyes stayed open to watch his men drooling over you in utter disbelief.

You could feel his cock twitch in your wall’s vice grip, warm spurts of his own sticky release filling up the empty space eagerly awaiting his return from his last tour of duty. Your fluttering walls coaxed every last drop of him inside you and you felt him shake violently before resting his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. He panted softly, ghosting gentle kisses along your shoulder and tangling his fingers with yours on the window.

He giggled in satisfaction, giving his boys still blinking up in shock at us from their taxi a mock salute. “Look at them. Bunch of jealous di’kuts. I’m putting them on desk duty tomorrow for staring at you too long.” He lifted his head, the warm, loving brown eyes sparkling with pride and happiness now that he’d spent all his energy with exactly the person he needed.

You leaned in and kissed him passionately, your hand resting on the side of his cheek. “Don’t be too hard on them, Rex. I think they’re just surprised by how you’re spending your shore leave.” You giggled, massaging away the cute grumpy angry scowl on his brow now. “You’re just not as by the book as they thought. And that’s good. That’s what makes you such a respectable and…talented Captain.”

Later on, when Rex gets back to barracks with you in tow, Fives, Kix and Echo can barely make eye contact. Rex stops in front them and demands they stand at attention. “I think we can all be mature here and…keep this under wraps.”

“I’d hope you kept it wrapped.” Kix said raising his brows suggestively and trying desperately to keep a straight face.

Echo snorted, closing his eyes to keep from bursting into laughter.

“Hey! Uncalled for…” Rex countered, pointing a scolding finger at Kix.

“What’s gotten into you, Captain?” Echo asked, taking a deep breath and trying to swallow down the hysterical laughter.

“Oh we know exactly what, well- who he’s been getting into.” Fives quipped, finally making the other two lose it with laughter.

You looked at Rex, his face blushing 10 shades redder than usual and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He ran his palm down his face, totally unamused by the three clowns he had to manage.

You giggled and kissed his cheek, “don’t worry, baby. After what they’re going to hear from us later tonight, we’ll see just who’s laughing. They’ll be begging you for pointers, Rex.”

The three men shut up as you dragged Rex by the hand back toward his barracks for more.

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Hello Casey,

I hope I make it in time 🥹 Can I request TBB ECHO with 13?

I think it would be cute if reader is jealous of Trace Martez (what if Rafa is trying to help her sister out with asking Echo out on a date but they don’t know he is in a relationship).

Reader knows them due to their connection with Rex and overheard Rafa hyping up Trace. Reader is slightly frustrated/jealous but doesn’t confront them because Trace is truly nervous.

I don’t know much beyond that 😭 sorry I’m specific - I just don’t think I’m a writer so I would prefer seeing your written work 🙂

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Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Jealousy WC: 500

You really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but Rafa Martez isn’t exactly the quietest person you’ve met. In fact, she’s probably the loudest person you’ve ever met. And you share a space with Wrecker. 

You liked her sister, Trace, though. Trace was funny, smart, kind… Which is why it sucks that you’re so frustrated with her right now.

“He likes you, Trace. I’m sure of it.” You hear Rafa hype Trace up about someone as you pass by her room. “You should go for it.”

Who is she talking about? Maybe Tech? Tech was sort of friendlier than usual with Trace. He could like her. She should go for him. 

You shouldn’t be listening though, this isn’t your business, you think to yourself as you start to walk away. 

“Echo doesn’t like me like that.” Trace chuckles. 

Echo? You stop again and your heart lurches into your stomach. Then, your face goes hot with… embarrassment? Frustration? 

Jealousy… Echo is yours. Like you’re his. 

You can’t be mad at Trace, though. She doesn’t know.

“I saw him checking you out.” Rafa tells Trace.

“You did not.” Trace replies.

She better have not seen Echo checking Trace out. He was probably being nice. Or maybe she said something strange and Echo made a face? Echo is probably the most facially expressive person you know. 

“I’m telling you, you should go for it. He’ll say yes. How could he not?” Rafa encourages her sister, kindly.

It’s not fair that she feels this way about your riduur. But, you can’t be mad because you and Echo don’t openly express a public display of affection toward each other. 

Should you say something? You don’t really want to embarrass Trace. In fact, if you think about it, you know Echo will let her down gently and then you can move past it. You’re just glad you can work past the jealous feeling.

Later that evening, after everyone resides in their rooms, you and Echo stay up in the cockpit. 

“I need to tell you something.” Echo tells you, almost cautiously.

“What?” You ask, even though you already know.

“Trace asked me to get food after the mission… When we land planetside again.” He tells you, honestly. 

You turn to face him. “And?”

“I told her no, that you and I were together.” He squeezes your hand, leaning toward you.

You can’t help but smile at him, cupping his face. “I love you.” 

He tilts his head in confusion. “I love you too?” 

“What, did you think I’d be jealous or something?” You ask him, quirking an eyebrow.

He shrugs. “I’m not sure… I’ve never seen you jealous.”

“Well, I’m not jealous… You’re just… mine. And I know it.” You grin. “That’s right. I am yours. And you’re mine.” He pulls you to him so that he can kiss you, gently, a reminder that you belong to each other and always will.

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Training For Failure

A/N: I just needed a pep talk from Echo today. (Also, I love soft!Echo fics with all my heart, but I think sometimes people forget that he used to be a badass ARC Trooper and still very much has that vibe going on when he's not playing Mom to Omega 😂)

Warnings: Tough Love from Echo. Reader is feeling bad about themselves.

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"Come on, keep up!" Echo called out, glancing over his shoulder to see you jogging several paces behind him.

You gave him a thumbs up and a grin to hide the fact that you were dying inside. Or at least that's what it felt like. Were lungs supposed to hurt like this? With every strained inhale, the chilly morning air burned it's way through your chest.

Echo jogged in place, watching as you ran over to him, breathing heavily. He clapped you on the shoulder. "You're doing good so far!" He encouraged. "Here, drink." He tossed you a water bottle giving you a little grin. "Just around this bend and we'll be done our warm-up."

You choked on the water, spilling a mouth full down the front of your shirt.

"Wait, this is just a warm-up?" You panted in disbelief.

Echo chuckled, "Yeah, like I told you yesterday. We jog to the training gym, go a few rounds, and then walk back."

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, resting your hands on your knees to help soothe your screaming lungs.

"You okay?" Echo put a hand on your back, looking at you, brows upturned with concern.

Nodding, you gave him a thumbs up. " I'm good!" You gave him a grin and stood up quickly. A sudden wave of dizziness hit you out of nowhere and you stumbled to the side. Echo grabbed your upper arm, keeping you upright.

"Whoa! Hey, take it easy now. Hands on top of your head."

"What, are you arresting me or something?" you jokingly scoffed.

Echo rolled his eyes. "No. It helps the blood circulate better. Helps you catch your breath."

Nodding slowly to avoid worsening your lightheadedness, you obediently rested your palms on top of your sweaty hair. As weird as it sounded, it did help. Slowly the ache in your lungs began to let up, your breaths came more easily and the dizziness abated.

Kriff, you were out of shape. A heavy feeling of shame settled in your core, replacing the sharp sting of laboured breathing.

"Sorry for slowing you down," you mumbled, looking down at your feet. What had you been thinking when you asked Echo to help you train? You were so not going to survive this. "Maybe you'd get a better work-out on your own without me. I'd just kriff it up anyway."

Echo stiffened, "No. Stop." You looked up at him in confusion. His eyes were sharp and serious as though they could see straight through you. It was the same look he had on the battlefield. The look of a leader.

"Look at me." He gripped your shoulders between his flesh hand and scomp link.

"I am." You avoided eye contact.

"No," he moved the tip of his scomp arm beneath your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his.

"Listen, I don't want to hear that kind of talk." He said firmly. "The only way to get good is to keep going."

You swallowed and looked away feeling a little intimidated and embarrassed. Echo pulled you back so that you met his eyes once more.

"I can guarantee that if you keep thinking you'll fail, then you will fail. I know it's hard and sometimes it hurts but you have to stick with it."

"I can't...." you whispered feeling defeated. Tears clouded your vision, threatening to fall.

"You can." Echo reprimanded. "You can and you will. You're strong." He paused, thinking for a moment, and sighed.

"It does help though, when you have a partner - someone who can motivate you and push you to your limits."

He paused again, breaking eye contact for a fraction of a second. "My brother Fives was that person for me."

He met your eyes again.

"Our squad - Domino Squad - almost didn't make it though training. We failed every simulation. We couldn't work as a team and even the instructors said we'd never make it; that we were failures. I started to believe them because what they wanted from us seemed impossible. I wanted to give up. But Fives wouldn't let me. Fives believed in us - he believed in me. 'We will not train for failure' he told us. He pushed us hard, dragging us all out of our bunks to practice again and again and again. Until finally we made it. Fives was right. We don't train for failure. We train to better ourselves and therefore to better our brothers - our squad."

"I didn't know that," you said softly, wiping your eyes, "I guess I could use a friend like that." Echo nodded.

"Fives was that person for me. I will be that person for you. I will not allow you to fail. Yes, you'll make mistakes, you'll fall on your ass more times that you can count but that's not failure. You only fail if you give up. Failure is a choice."

Echo's voice radiated confidence. You could almost feel it invading your own skin and bleeding into your bones. No wonder they made him an ARC Trooper. He was stern when he needed to be, confident in his abilities, and adaptable to whatever situation was thrown at Clone Force 99.

In addition to all that, Echo was compassionate. He truly cared for his teammates and for that you were glad - for that and everything else, you loved him.

"So what do you say we finish off this work-out?"

You nodded your head, giving him a small smile. "Sir, yes sir!"

Echo grinned, squeezing your shoulder. "Good. Then wipe your face and follow me."

You took a deep breath and began to run, keeping pace with Echo. "And I know a great smoothie place we can hit afterwards."

"Sounds like a plan."

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 5 - Ice Skating with Hunter and Omega

Warnings: None

A/N: I really like the photos for this one 😂

“Wow, look at her.” Omega pulls her brother down so that he can see what she’s looking at.

Or who. It’s as if every nerve ending in Hunter’s body stands at attention. He can hear your heartbeat as it beats calmly as you glide on the ice, skating like no one is watching, despite the crowd of people also using the skating rink.

As soon as you glide right by him and Omega, he smells you and it takes everything in him to not close his eyes and moan at the smell of vanilla and warmth. It’s a very homey smell that makes him nostalgic for something he’s never known before.

“She’s really good.” Omega practically has stars in her eyes.

“She is, isn’t she?” Hunter smiles.

“Do you think I can get that good?” She asks, finishing lacing up her ice skates.

“Let’s go see.” Hunter holds his hand out to her and they start to glide on the ice.

The only problem is that Hunter has never been ice skating and despite being really good at pulling stunts, he’s not the most graceful apparently and wipes out almost immediately.

“Hunter!” Omega tries to catch him despite being smaller than him.

Hunter lands with an “oof” and starts chuckling, trying not to be embarrassed.

“Are you alright?” Your voice comes from above him and when he looks up at you from the ice, he feels like he’s looking at an angel, the sun is glowing perfectly around you and suddenly he’s lost his words.

When he doesn’t give you an answer, you get worried and lean down to check his head. “Do you know where you are?”

“An ice skating rink.” He answers.

“Good, and what is your name?” You ask again.

“Hunter.” He smiles.

“Hi, Hunter. I think you’re alright.” You grin.

The urge to tell you how pretty you are is way too strong. You help him up and start to back away a little bit to give him room.

“I’m Omega.” The girl smiles up at you.

“Hi Omega, it’s nice to meet you!” You smile back at her and introduce yourself.

“We’ve never been skating before.” She tells you.

You look at Hunter and he shrugs and nods.

“Well, I can give you some tips if you’d like?” You offer.

“That would be really helpful.” Hunter tells you, appreciatively. “But, I think I’m gonna sit here by the wall and watch if that’s alright.”

“Sure, but only while I teach her. Then, I’m coming back for you.” You wink at him and he goes warm all over as you and Omega carefully skate to the middle where no one is.

Who are you and where did you come from? He can’t seem to look away from you as you teach Omega how to properly skate and carefully.

“Is Hunter your dad?” You ask Omega.

“No, brother.” She replies, focusing on not falling.

“It’s okay to fall. As long as you get right back up.” You tell her, pulling her along a little bit so she can get used to the feel of her skates. “And don’t look down. It’s much easier if you keep looking forward.”

“He’s single too.” Omega grins.

You go warm in the face and laugh.

She takes your advice and within a few minutes has it down as if she was born to ice skate. Once she gets confident enough, she starts to skate in the circle of people.

You glide back over to Hunter, holding your hand out for him. “Come on.”

He looks at your hand, then Omega, then back at you. With a soft sigh, he takes your hand and you lead him out onto the ice. Immediately, he’s trying to not fall.

“Hey. Look at me.” You tell him, trying not to focus on the warmth in your face from noticing just how handsome Hunter is.

“You were uh, really good with Omega.” He makes conversation as you teach him how to keep his balance.

“Thanks, I teach the little kids here during the weekends.” You tell him.

“That sounds nice.” Hunter smiles.

“Thanks. I enjoy it.” You smile back.

“Omega tells me you’re single.” You chuckle.

“Did she now?” He gives her a look and she laughs, knowingly.

“I was thinking maybe after we’re done here, we could go get a bite to eat?” You offer.

He looks at you, a little shocked. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“I’d like that.” He nods, unable to stop smiling for the first time in a while. “We both would.”

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The Professor's Gift

I can't keep this Echo story out of my head. Please enjoy this sappy fluff.

Part One Part Two

Cid started skimming only a third of the tips rather than half which, while it didn’t present an opportunity to save, it did allow for a few extra credits to augment the bland dehydrated portions that left an echo of hunger each day. A small container of black hole pepper was the first acquisition and even the lightest sprinkle made the meal feel more civilized. At the sight of it, the Trandoshan clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes, muttering.

One or other of the boys would join in the nightly walk when they were around. However, Echo volunteered more frequently, and you’d meander together, hands brushing but not clasping no matter how badly the wanted to lest someone see— his insistence, not yours. Always taking different routes to that peaceful place lest someone notice a routine and get ideas.

Once sitting on the windowsill, you’d settle between his legs, leaning back into his chest. His arms would hold you close, and he’d occasionally kiss your temple while in deep discussion about one thing or another. Sometimes there was comfortable silence. It always ended with a long, slow kiss.

One night you’d insisted on swapping positions, wanting to treat him with the same gentleness. Initially, Echo had resisted but relented when it became obvious that you weren’t getting up from the sill. Tentatively, he sat and leaned against you, tense and self-conscious. Then you held him close and stroked his cheek and he melted.

“It doesn’t bother you?” he asked, touching the headpiece and gesturing to everything else that been done to him. “This?”

“No. Not at all,” you said softly.

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Butterflies. A swarm in your stomach. You couldn’t wait for Cid’s annoyed wave that released you from the cantina. Omega and her brothers were around, and Echo had silently signaled that he would be the one joining the nightly walk. He and his siblings had been gone for a few weeks this time.

You’d hidden a little surprise near Echo’s Alcove – that’s what you’d privately named it – and were excited to share it.

Contrary to Cid’s and Echo’s brothers’ belief, you had some survival skills. Not necessarily skills that were helpful on Ord Mantell, but you could survive in a wilderness for a time. The entire reason was stubbornness and rage incited by another professor’s mocking challenge that you could not possibly make it more than a day on a mountain hike before being defeated and retreating to civilization.

The bet? He didn’t even offer terms if he won, confident that you’d fail. You demanded his speeder, then studied, taking notes that you'd brought on the journey. The journey that wound up lasting three weeks.

You got that speeder.

During the solitary walks through Ord Mantell, you’d salvaged this and that bit of detritus. A few credits were saved to purchase another bit of seasoning and a treat that, in another life, had been common but now felt extravagant.

“You seem . . . anxious,” Tech observed just before you and Echo departed the cantina, having noticed an uncharacteristic giddiness.

“Just eager to leave for a bit,” you said, throwing a bag over your shoulder. “Been a long day.”

“Been a slow day,” Cid muttered. That kriffing woman!

“Be careful,” Tech said. “Both of you.”

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Echo had gotten comfortable enough to allow you to straddle him while he leaned against the window frame, both lost in a kiss that seemed like it could go on until every star in the galaxy burnt out.

“I made something for you. It’s not . . . I just wanted to—” you faltered, suddenly feeling embarrassed and silly.

After accepting that you genuinely weren’t going to recoil, Echo felt a little bolder and cupped your face with both hands, cherishing the smile that emerged when you felt his warm hand and his metal one at your cheeks.  

“What is it?”

You rose and went to the little nearby hideaway you’d found, took out what had been collected, and began assembling it into a makeshift grille while sitting on the floor. From the bag came a fresh nuna leg and the two tiny containers of seasoning.

“I always liked to cook,” you said quietly. “It’s not much, but I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Echo gazed down at you sprinkling the scantest bit of seasoning on the little nuna leg. He understood that you were basically an indentured servant to Cid and that understanding had begun to dig into his chest at the sight of the Trandoshan woman. You had so little, yet you’d spent some of it to cook for him.

You glanced up to see Echo’s eyes glistening and ready to spill over.

“Echo? Are you— I’m sorry,” you wavered, worried that somehow this reminded him of something hurtful. “I didn’t mean to—"

“No! This is—,” he stopped short and moved to sit on the floor next to you, taking your hands in his. “No one has ever . . . –Thank you.”

Echo looked happy and it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.

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Wait a damn minute 😭🤧

I thought this was about Tech and Romar (I believe that’s his name) 🧍🏽‍♀️😭 I cackled thinking about Texh giving him a hip replacement !! Im so done…

yeah yeah fucking that old man, but what about cherishing that old man? tenderly holding that old man?

Shut up virgin, that old man's gonna need a hip replacement when I'm done with him

Do you take requests? I would love to read something with Hunter where he teaches you how to fight :))) smut is also welcome

Hmm, thanks for the input 🔥🔥🔥

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got

Warnings: Smut/Strongly Suggestive/Soft-Dom Hunter/Training Turns To Smut/Sexual Content/Dub-Con(?)/Dirty Stuff/18+

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You won't find much of a plot here 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, I'm so tired I could cry, so this is not proofread, sorry...

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You are much too self-confident, actually you already know that before you visit him, so far you never beat hunter in a sparring session. But you want to try out the few moves you learned yesterday. And who would be better suited for that than Hunter, whom you like to get close to anyway? The man is downright outrageously handsome, with his dark hair, that striking face, those firm muscles under his toned skin. Combined with that deep, slightly smoky voice, the way he moves and looks at you, a cocktail that always makes your heart beat faster and fills your nights with wild dreams. Hunter really likes to be alone. You know that because he always makes sure he has a training room all to himself in the barracks. Basically, Hunter withdraws from others at every opportunity rather than seeking their proximity. You know why he takes time off whenever he can, trains alone, and spends as little time as possible with other soldiers besides his own squad. Hunter's extraordinary senses cause him to be quickly exposed to sensory overload, with things that others wouldn't even notice. Being continuously exposed to everything in this way, you imagine, is very exhausting.

So you can understand his general reserve. Hunter is already waiting for you when you enter the training room. He has already spread out the large mat on the floor, which is supposed to cushion any possible falls. You examine him quickly, inconspicuously. Black muscle shirt, black sports pants, barefoot. Of course, he's wearing his bandana, as usual. He has bandaged his hands, probably he intends to go to the punching bag later, you have observed him secretly, fascinated sometimes. The flex of his muscles, the power behind each punch, his posture. You suppress a longing sigh at the thought. Hunter addresses you, snapping you out of your thoughts. "There you are. I've been waiting." You glance at the clock hanging on the wall of the room above your heads, and say dryly, "I'm five minutes early." Hunter smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I know, but you're usually in earlier than that" You blink, feeling caught. Does he know that you sometimes secretly watch him? But he distracts your thoughts again.

"You learned something new you wanted to try with me?" he asks curiously. "Um, yeah, right. Something Wolffe showed me." Hunter frowns briefly and asks, so casually it almost doesn't seem casual anymore, "Since when do you hang out with the wolf pack?" The way you look at him makes him feel like you're looking right into him and seeing through his curious question. So he looks down at his hands and pretends he needs to fix the bandages. Somehow you can't recognize his behavior for what it is at this moment. You shrug your shoulders and say, "For quite some time now, as a matter of fact, sometimes. Did I never tell you about it before?" "No, you didn't," Hunter says, clearing his throat and pulling his bandana a little tighter. "Well, now I've told you," you say lightly, unaware of why he's so interested. Hunter nods and says, "Okay, show me what you've got."

His gaze wanders along your body, your posture. Your black yoga pants hugging your curves, the shirt you wear is a little wider, but knotted in the back. Hunter is distracted and promptly lands on his back as you pull his legs away with a simple trick. He makes a startled noise before landing on the ground. Grinning, you bend over him. "Well, that was easy today," you say, amused.

"I wasn't fully on top of my game. That doesn't count." You snort and laugh softly, "Oh come on Hunter, no one on the battlefield cares if you're ready or not either". His eyes narrow, and he says suspiciously smoky, "Hmm, good point". In the next moment he's grabbed you, taken down your defenses, has you on your back and is on top of you.

"Damn," you curse softly and try to break free, but he holds you under him with ease. He grins at you and your heart really jumps out at him, but not only that, a gentle pulse has arisen between your thighs as your nether regions touch, and you feel every contact very clearly through the thin fabric of your pants. "Gotcha, once again," he says with a grin.

You smile back nervously. You are aware of how sharp his senses are, and he will notice the change in your mood and hormone balance very quickly. Finally, you see it in his face. His expression changes, the smile slowly disappears, he blinks and tilts his head slightly to the side. "That's new," he says softly. You don't even ask what he means, because you already know. You swallow and say just as quietly, "Sorry." You expect him to let go of you and seek distance, but he surprises you. Hunter grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head on the mattress, his other hand gently moving to the back of your neck. "There is no need to be sorry, if you ask me".

He knows it's a daring move, but he cant help it, he has to take the leap and taste the waters.

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest as his face comes closer and closer. His lips touch yours, slowly at first, tenderly, and your pulse begins to race, your eyes closing. Hunter's tongue slides over your lips which automatically open for him, and as it slides in and touches yours, the pulse between your thighs intensifies. You moan softly into the kiss. Very clearly, you feel him slowly getting hard as his pelvis still rests on yours, between your thighs. The hand that is on your neck slowly moves down, over the fabric of your shirt, feeling your breasts, gently kneading them, probing. His thumb feels your nipples, which are erected, pressing through the thin fabric of your bra and shirt.

A shiver runs down your spine, a tingle spreads through your belly as he plays with your nipples through the fabric, still holding you captive beneath him and his kiss. Ever so slowly, barely noticeably, he moves between your legs, pushing his hard length through the fabric, rubbing over your pubic, sparking gentle, stimulating friction. Hunter's hand finally moves under the fabric, while the other still holds your wrists. You feel his bare fingertips on your skin, the rough fabric of the bandages on his hands as he pushes the cups of your bra up and off your breasts to get at the soft, velvety mounds beneath. Suddenly he straightens up, sitting between your thighs, and let's go of you. He points an admonishing finger at you with a dirty little smile and says, " Stay right there." You obey, not even thinking of contradicting him. He takes off the bandages, removes them from his hands and tosses them carelessly to the side before throwing himself over you again. He stops just inches away from your face, catches himself with his hands on the mat, and grins at you.

Hunter teasingly kisses your chin and the tip of your nose, then straightens up again, pulling your T-shirt over your head. "Be a good girl and come with me," he says in an almost whisper, close to your ear, just before he bites your earlobe very gently.

You swallow, but nod and let him help you up. Clad only in your panties, you follow him to a side chamber where other workout equipment is stored. Hunter leads you to one of the benches where people usually lift weights, puts his towel over it and gently but firmly pushes you onto it so that you are lying on your back in front of him.

With a little smirk, he says, "Good girl."

Hunter wanders down along your body, pulling off your yoga pants and murmuring, "I really need to smell and taste you." You blink, heat flooding your body the second you realize exactly what he means by that. Your pants land on the floor, then his fingers travel down from the base of your breasts to where your body is radiating the most heat. His fingertips ghost over the thin fabric of your panties, lingering on the wet spot, exerting playful pressure. Hunter is kneeling in front of the bench, head between your thighs, close to your pubic area, he takes a deep breath and shakily expels it. "Damn, what a scent!"

His cock is already twitching expectantly in his pants, your hormones, the luring substances your body produces in arousal, tingling under his skin, from crown to toe. His fingers finally wander under the waistband of your panties and pull them off as well.

You can't believe that you are lying practically naked on a bench in one of the training halls, Hunter's head between your thighs. He has reserved this room for himself, but it is not locked, someone could still come in. But this thought suddenly disappears from your mind when you feel his breath on your damp folds, and shortly after his lips and tongue.

He presses his tongue to your pussy, roaming through your folds, dipping into your sensitive, wet hole once or twice, making you twitch, before he focuses on your clit. His tongue, exerting perfect pressure, circles skillfully and nimbly on the bundle of nerves. You haven't noticed it yourself yet, but you're already sighing, moaning and gasping, fueling him in his efforts. Hunter feels exactly each of your reactions, knows exactly when and what causes your arousal to increase, and thus learns very quickly, to perfection, every pressure, every movement that sends you into ecstasy. You tremble with aroused tension, your thighs quiver gently. You are so horny, and yet a part of you is very aware of what is happening and can't quite grasp it. That's Hunter tonguing your clit as if he's been programmed to do just that. It feels so good, everything is tingling and vibrating inside you, your hands are gripping the bench above your head and clutching at it.

He is relentless. You hear the soft slurp, a repetitive soft aroused rumble deep from his chest as he holds your thighs apart with his hands. He's getting faster and faster, his tongue gliding over your swollen pearl more and more rapidly. Hunter is literally chasing you towards your orgasm. The knot that has formed in your belly loosens, a fiery tingle pulses through your clit, your pussy twitches and drips. Your moan is almost like a little scream. Hunter's tongue massages you through a prolonged, intense climax.

You dare only a brief glance and see his intense eyes, the pupils so dilated that his eyes seem almost black. His senses are full of you, your scent and your hormones have practically overpowered him. He lets go of your clit, just at the right moment, and you're just about to catch your breath when he moves further down and his tongue suddenly drills into your dripping opening and starts licking you out. "Hunter!" you exclaim, startled. Hypersensitive after climaxing, you twitch and tremble as he uses his tongue to fill you. He has to grip tighter to keep you from escaping his grasp and slipping off the bench with your twitching. You claw even harder with your hands on the bench. Hunter takes his time, absorbing every drop of your juices like a starving man. It takes a moment, but your arousal builds again. Suddenly his head comes out from between your legs and he takes a deep breath.

"What a feast, my good girl," he says in a voice rough with horniness. He straightens up, kneeling in front of the bench, his pelvis between your thighs, and you catch a glimpse of his hard length. His cock is thick, long, gently curved, the tip slightly red and swollen, leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips, knowing what's coming next, can't wait to feel him inside you. But you're also a little nervous. You know him, you know he won't hurt you, but this has all happened so suddenly and quite unexpectedly. As if sensing it, he looks at you and asks softly, "Are you ready for me, beautiful?" You blink, feeling a little breathless, but you nod and say, "I couldn't be more ready." He smirks, looks down, grips the base of his cock and guides the tip to your pussy. Hunter is hungry, very much so, but he takes it slow, applying only gentle pressure at first, prodding at your entrance, softly. You bend your legs and pull them up, opening your thighs invitingly a little wider for him.

Hunter applies more pressure, parts your wet folds and slowly advances between your slick walls. You watch him as he tenses his muscles. He licks his lips, looks down and watches in fascination as his hard length sinks into you. As he bottoms out in you, he closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. The feeling is intense, for both of you. For him as your wet heat closes around his cock, his senses full of you, and for you as he stretches and fills you. One of his hands moves to your hip and grips gently but firmly, the other moves to your pubic area. His fingertips gently glide over your clit, which is swollen, gently pulsing. Your legs clamp gently but firmly around his hips, showing him you're ready for more. Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He can definitely feel and smell your willingness. He knows that his fingers dancing on your pearl have got you going again. His hips pull back a bit and thrust into you again. A soft wet sound, accompanied by the impact of naked skin on naked skin, fills the room. He takes you slowly, but he gradually speeds up. You feel each thrust, erotically invading, combined with your pearl pulsing under his fingers, and you lean your head back.

Hunter watches you, your every movement, the way your breasts move with each of his thrusts, and again and again he looks down, watching your bodies merge. "This is so good, Hunter," you moan, pushing against his thrusts, using your hands on the bench to push. He's getting faster and faster. The accelerating, lewd sound of your bodies colliding with each thrust, mixed with your lustful sounds, is like music to his ears. The tension, the intensity increases, you feel it too. You automatically tense your abdomen, causing your pussy to close even tighter around his cock.

He lets out a half-swallowed moan. His fingers on your clit quicken, his whole body tense, hard as granite. You groan out in a near whisper, "So close." "Good girl," Hunter presses out breathlessly.

His thrusts become irregular, he bites his lower lip, his hand on your hip grips tighter. Your climax pulses through the center of your body, makes your pussy twitch, and your thighs shake. A curse comes across your lips. The next moment you hear him let out a deep, drawn-out moan, feel his warm seed coating your walls. Two-three more slow, firm thrusts and Hunter pauses, breathing heavily. You both catch your breath, only now noticing that everything here smells musty like an old gym, mixed with the distinct tangy, salty smell of sex. He leaves your body, gently cleans you with the towel. Then, finally, your eyes meet again. You look at each other for a moment, then both of you grin. "That was an interesting workout," you say, laughing softly. He chuckles and says, "That's something Wolffe sure didn't show you." You look at him cheekily and say, "How would you know?" Hunter frowns, his smile disappears, he doesn't seem to know quite what to say. You can see his shoulders tense. You chuckle and say, "You should see your face. Relax Sergeant, you're the only soldier who's been between my thighs so far."

Hunter's shoulders relax again, he raises a brow in amusement, "If you don't mind, I'd like to remain the only one in the future"

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reblog to give the person you rb’d this from a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows

He deserves some good sleep 💤

He do be sleeping tho