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rivertoasty

3 years ago

A peek...

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

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

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

As for that smell...

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

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

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

Tech’s perch. 💕

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

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

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

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

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

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

Star Wars: Revelations: Crosshair x Ottehok

TCW Fanfic: Crosshair x Ottehok

Norsik Language is called Norslyr:

Ottehok- Shade in Russian

Forbandet Afkom- Cursed Offspring in Danish

Alfodr- Meaning All Father/Odin

Pabbi- Daddy in Icelandic

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

based on the aftermath of TCW.

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

4.3K word count.

Crosshair x Ottehok

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

Crosshair demands to taste this caliber of woman.

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

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

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

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

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

Ottehok drops her guard entirely in this moment.

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

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

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

She knows what she wants.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Delicious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you cumming?”

“Ja!”

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

“Ja ja! From your cock sir! Alfodr!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looks up at him with a cocked brow,

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

Kriffing Norse.