#again. not clonecest

[suzukiblu]

My daddy issues are coming out of the woodworks every time you update mirrorverse ClarkxKon. Kon and I are both learning new things about ourselves 🥵

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Superman hums, then reaches up just enough to cup Kon’s face in his hands and tugs him down to press a kiss to his forehead. Kon makes–a noise, he thinks. Maybe. “Go ahead, sweetheart. You can do it. Make me proud.” 

Therapy wouldn’t even cut it, at this point. Kon’s going to need a fucking lobotomy, at this point. If Superman says one more thing to him right now, he’s going to lose his mind. 

“Go on,” Superman coaxes. “You’ve earned it, Kon.” 

And then Kon loses his mind.

[nottonyharrison]

This month patrons voted for Fi and Parja spitroasting Sev, and I have to say it was a joy and a pleasure.

I need to write these three again. The itch is itching.

Full on Patreon

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

I have a request... though you don't have to write it or anything... just since I saw a new post, I just decided to write this thought in my head. Again, you don't have to write it if you don't want to.

Anyway, hualian with m-reader, right BUT the m reader that they are with is a clone.

If you have read dear door then you know the doctor, he has the ability to make clones NOW give that to m-reader and send hualian and a manhunt to find the real m-reader.

They find him chained under a mountain, serving punishment for whatever reason you can think of, and the only person the real m-reader trusts is his clone. Slowly warming up to hualian through constant company and assurances from his clone...

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Smut scene is asked but not required...

Clones?

HuaLian x M!reader

Wanted to write headcanons for the first half and write an actual story for the smut part. Also read some of dear door and now you've got me hooked 🖐️😔. I got as far as knowing he has clones but not how they work 😭 since the doctor was a demon though we makin reader a ghost. This was actually hard, sorry if this sucks y'all 😭

Ignore grammar mistakes

!!! Blowjobs, gagging, sex, foursome, clonecest, orgasms galore, covered in cum, practically a gang bang if I say so myself.

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Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have a third lover, he's a little strange but they love him dearly.

They love your clone that is, not that they would know

Your clone says strange things sometimes.

"Oh, I would've loved this", "I wonder what I'm doing right now?"

You're right here what do you mean?

They've decided, maybe it's a weird quirk of yours.

So without your knowledge, your clone has gained the affections of two very strong and important men.

Hua Cheng has been gazing at 'you' lately. Recently he's been suspicious of something.

He caught you crying.

While usually he would've immediately comforted you, he had noticed you were calling your own name while sobbing into the pillows.

Xie Lian has also been studying 'you' lately.

You've never been a fan of the public and usually hide your face behind a different form. The day they took 'you' out on a date and you forgot to hide your face, the ghosts seemed very confused.

They kept their space that day.

It was unusual so Xie Lian went looking around trying to see what was going on.

"I could've sworn he had been killed...", "Haven't seen that face in years..."

But you had been here the whole time?

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng eventually talk to each other about it and find out they have similar suspicions.

They confront 'you' about it and you bust into tears in their arms immediately.

Through muffled sobs, your clone admits what he is. Just that, a clone .

He tells Xie Lian and Hua Cheng everything, and tells them that his real name is just ' Kèlóng' which means clone.

So if this is Kèlóng, and just a clone... Where are you?

It doesn't take long at all to find the real you, Xie Lian knew where you were most likely being kept.

The real you however isn't as, trusting, as Kèlóng is.

You also look different. Older, scarred, and irritated.

Kèlóng, looks younger and bubblier.

They do get you out of under that mountain though, and let you stay at Paradise Manor.

You only really agreed because Kèlóng said it was safe.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng know you don't know them, and you technically aren't their lover but they can't help but love you anyways.

They're careful with you, and let Kèlóng do a lot of things since you only seem to trust him.

It takes a while for you to be comfortable in the presence, especially Xie Lian's since he's a god.

You don't hate them, you guess. They aren't mean and even though at first you had been scared like a feral cat who hisses and scratches they seemed to keep caring and loving you anyways.

So after some time you let them in.

Kèlóng is happy, his creator and lovers are getting along well. And maybe you'll become their lover too!

He predicts correctly.

Kèlóng made it a game to roam around in your form instead of his usual young looking self, so Xie Lian and Hua Cheng can't tell who's, who.

Eventually kisses, and affections start getting muddled between both of you.

And you? You didn't say anything because you enjoyed it.

Hua Cheng is the one who finds this out. He kissed you thinking it might be Kèlóng. When Kèlóng, in his normal look, and Xie Lian walk in though, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian figure it out.

Especially with the way you don't pause to stop. When Hua Cheng pulls back in embarrassment, and tries to apologize, you pull him back closer and continue making out with him.

That's when they decide to ask you to be their lover as well.

Of course you agreed.

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You are not a clone fucker, you never looked at your clone and thought, 'Yeah, I would fuck myself'. But this situation makes you think, you might be on the border edge of being considered clonecest?

The situation being, you gagging on your own clones cock that is. How did you get in this situation you ask? Hua Cheng and Xie Lian were curious. They wanted to see you, intimate with your clone and well... You looked at their stupid, handsome faces and said yes.

You weren't expecting to be gang banged! What the fuck?! You're brought back to be present when Hua Cheng's hips smack against your ass, forcing you to take Kèlóng's cock deeper down your throat.

You gargle, and Kèlóng is generous enough to pull out of your mouth. Since when was your dick this good? Since when was Hua Cheng's so big? This is ridiculous.

"How... How much longer are we going to do this?" Your voice is raspy now when you talk now. Hua Cheng has been arranging your guts for hours now and you swear the stupid ghost hasn't cum once.

Hua Cheng's chuckle vertebrates in his chest. "Gege hasn't even had a turn yet, why are you so impatient?" He runs his hand down your spine and then pulls your arms behind your back, forcing you to take him deeper. You whine loudly and huff through your nose.

You glance over to where Xie Lian sits. He's just watching, he always watches. It's embarrassing, his pretty eyes gazing at your face, soaking up everything they can. Kèlóng moves away from you and briefly you can hear your clone urge Xie Lian to take your mouth.

Xie Lian complies, you can tell when the bed dips in front of you and you're suddenly met with Xie Lian's cock. It's not like you hate this. They know you don't hate it. If you did, you wouldn't have lurched forward to deepthroat Xie Lian.

Xie Lian runs his fingers gently through your hair and slowly rolls his hips. Unlike your clone who so excitedly fucked your throat. It feels like you're floating right now, not having to think about anything. Your cloud palace is interrupted when Kèlóng fists your hair and pushes your head down on Xie Lian's dick.

Hua Cheng takes his chance to fuck you deeper, harder. He must be close. Xie Lian has also started rocking his hips faster. They fuck you in a way that keeps you full. Not one second do you not have a cock in you. Fuck it turns you on.

You feel someone grab your hand and put it in an 'o' position. Distantly you hear Kèlóng, "Let me use your hand Y/n, please please please" it's not like he wait for you approval. He's already got his, yours?, his dick thrusting into your hand as if you chose to jerk him off.

You're surrounded. By your lovers, by men, by cocks. You love it and soon your body racks with another orgasm. It's not long until the men around you cum either.

They choose to make it messy. Xie Lian pulls out and cums on your face, though it's obvious he was sheepish about it. Hua Cheng doesn't, he pulls out and shoots an abnormal amount of cum across your ass and lower back. Kèlóng, your own clone, cums into your hand and manages to get it in your hair.

You fall limo into the bed and pant softly. All of them are looking at you. To them you look good like this, covered in all their cum. This is where you were meant to be not under that mountain.

"why are you guys looking at me like that..?" You tilt your head.

They're definitely going to fuck you again. What God should you pray to?

[aynavaano]

The Cuddle pile

The Bad Batch x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.5k

Summary:

You and your boys are on shore leave and you spend it like you always do, at your home, a tiny flat on Coruscant. You all lounge on the sofa watching a holomovie with varying states of interest. The last missions have been especially rough and when you finally get to relax you start feeling a bit unwell. Your boys notice and take good care of you.

Notes:

This is a quick completely self-indulgent comfort fic I mainly wrote for myself but sharing is caring so I hope some of you enjoy it too. Reader is in an established relationship with all four of the original Batch members (sorry Echo stans) This is mostly comforting fluff that I wrote on an evening when I was feeling down but there is a hint of smut delivered by Crosshair (oral f receiving) and a bit of grabby hands from the rest. This is maybe not my best work but the target audience was met (me, I was the target audience) also no beta on this one, we die like our hope for Techs return. NO CLONECEST

The holomovie flickers on the screen, casting shifting shadows across the dimly lit living room of your tiny apartment when a sense of fatigue begins to settle over you. The last few missions have taken their toll, leaving you drained, both physically and mentally. You shift uncomfortably on the sofa, trying to ignore the growing unease in your stomach.

Hunter is the first to notice your discomfort. He glances over at you, concern etched in his features.

"You alright cyar’ika ?" he asks, his voice tinged with worry.

You muster a weak smile and shrug, not wanting to alarm the others.

"Just feeling a bit off, that's all," you reply, hoping it is nothing serious.

Tech, turns his attention away from his datapad, looking up at you and Hunter, who pulled you onto his chest, where you nestled your head against him.

"What's happening?" he inquires, having heard only half of the conversation, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Hunter's gaze remains fixed on you as he explains.

"She’s not feeling well."

Tech's eyes widened in understanding before he turns to you.

"Would you like some tea? Maybe a hot water bottle?" he offers, already getting up to fetch the supplies.

Grateful for the offer, you nod eagerly.

"That sounds perfect, thanks, Tech," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wrecker, always happy to carry you around, pipes up from his spot on the sofa.

"You wanna go lie down mesh’la? Want me to put you to bed? Or a hot bath?" he suggests, his concern evident in his voice.

You nod again, feeling touched by their care and concern.

"Yeah, bed sounds great," you murmur and wiggle yourself out of Hunters embrace.

With a gentleness that only you experience with him, Wrecker scoops you up in his arms, effortlessly carrying you to your bedroom. The familiar comfort of the bed envelopes you as Wrecker lays you down gently, tucking the blankets around you with love and care.

It is a huge soft bed fitting all five of you, that you acquired after your relationship with the squad had evolved into something more serious and you all began to spend your shore leave together in your home.

Nestling around in the bed, you feel the weariness creeping in, your muscles aching with every movement. Summoning the last of your energy, you turn to him and murmur.

"Wrecker, could you grab the weighted blanket for me? I think it should be in the reading nook."

Wrecker smiles softly.

"Sure thing," he replies before bounding out into the living room in search of the coveted blanket.

Moments later, Tech enters the room, a steaming cup of your favorite tea in one hand and a hot water bottle in the other. He sets them down on the bedside table before turning to you, concern etched in his features.

"Need anything else?" he asks, his voice soft.

You hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to ask.

"Would you mind staying with me?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, filled with vulnerability.

Tech's response is immediate. With a small smile, he nods.

"Of course, I'm happy to, if that makes you feel better," he says, his eyes warm with affection.

Quickly, Tech strips off his shirt, knowing you like to feel the warmth of his skin against yours and settles into the bed behind you, letting you rest against his chest.

Just then, Crosshair pops into the room, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Heard you wanted a weighted blanket," he quips, his eyes dancing with amusement as he walks over towards you discarding the toothpick from his lips.

Before you can respond, Crosshair sheds his shirt just like Tech did and joins you on the bed, settling beside you with a playful smirk. With exaggerated movements, he drapes himself over you, mimicking the sensation of a weighted blanket.

You can’t help but laugh at his antics, feeling the tension melting away with each chuckle.

"Yeah, much better," you reply, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you snuggle deeper into the warmth of your makeshift blanket called Crosshair, stealing a kiss while you’re at it.

When Wrecker returns with the weighted blanket in hand, carrying it as it weighs nothing while you always struggle to pick it up, his eyes widen in excitement at the sight of the cozy cuddle pile forming on the bed.

"Didn’t know that was the plan! I wanna join too!" he declares with childlike enthusiasm, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

You chuckle warmly, patting the space beside you to indicate where he should settle. "Come on, big guy, plenty of room for you," you encourage, your voice filled with affection.

With a gleeful whoop, Wrecker wastes no time shedding his shirt and sweatpants, leaving him clad only in his boxers. Before jumping into the bed he calls out to Hunter, who is still in the living room, his voice echoing through the small flat.

"Hey Hunt, get over here unless you wanna be left out!"

You hear the holomovie going silent and moments later Hunter enters the room, drawn by Wrecker's summons, where he is greeted by the heartwarming sight of you all intertwined in a mass of limbs and cuddles. You are nestled in the middle, with Tech on one side and Crosshair on the other, their arms wrapped around you protectively.

A soft smile tugs at Hunter's lips as he quickly strips down to his boxers and approaches the bed, his heart swelling with affection for your connection.

Climbing onto the bed, he moves with a gentle grace, his movements speaking volumes of the love he holds for you. When he reaches your side, he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his touch conveying a depth of emotion beyond words.

Settling between your thighs, Hunter envelops you in his embrace, his hand reaching up to you, finding its way under your shirt and softly caressing your belly.

"I'm sorry I ruined the evening," you murmur, feeling a pang of guilt for disrupting the movie night.

Tech shakes his head.

"I didn't want to watch that movie anyway," he quips, offering you a reassuring smile.

Hunter's response is filled with warmth as he squeezes your hand gently.

"Spending the evening cuddled up with you in bed isn't exactly my definition of ruined," he says, his voice soft and sincere.

You can’t help but giggle at their reassurances, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

"You always take such good care of me, I already feel a bit better," you admit, grateful for their understanding and support.

“Just like you always take care of us mesh’la” Wrecker adds, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’d know a way to make you feel even better”

Crosshair's smirk catches your attention, and you raise an eyebrow in curiosity at his suggestive comment, knowing all too well what he is up to, it’s Crosshair after all, but you decide to play along.

"Oh really?," you chuckle, catching his mischievous smirk.

"And what way might that be to make me feel even better?"

His smirk widens into a grin as he leans in closer.

"Well, let's just say I have a few ideas in mind," he teases, his tone suggestive yet playful before kissing you softly.

"Alright, Cross, surprise me," you say kissing him back, this time allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

“Move over Hunter and let me put that position to good use, seems like you won’t”

Crosshair's playful command draws a collective chuckle from the group as Hunter obediently shifts from between your thighs, making room for Crosshair to take his place. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he settles in, his eyes not leaving yours.

He begins kissing your thighs softly and when he looks up at you, seeking confirmation, you meet his gaze with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. With a subtle nod, you silently give him permission to proceed, your heart racing.

With practiced ease, Crosshair slides your panties off, his touch feather-light yet electrifying against your skin.

“Would you mind helping her Hunter?” he hisses towards his brother.

Hunter, who’s been busy kissing and nibbling on your neck, moves to assist you, gently helping you out of your shirt with a tender caress, lovingly fondling your bare breasts as soon as they are free, his touch a soothing balm against the lingering ache of fatigue.

Crosshair's touch is different today, not intense and demanding, but gentle and tender as he begins to kiss his way down your belly. Positioned between your parted legs, his eyes burn with an intensity that betrays his soft touch, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs with feather-light kisses.

When he finally reaches your pussy and begins to kiss along your slick folds, his tongue licking long strokes from your entrance up to your clit, a low moan escapes your lips, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine.

Each languid stroke, each delicate flick of his tongue, is met with a chorus of sighs and gasps as he teases you, his movements slow and deliberate, worshiping you in a way so different to how he normally does with you.

When he feels you are wet and relaxed enough, he parts your swollen lips with a gentle push of his fingers, his touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that consumes your senses.

He slowly slides two fingers inside you and begins thrusting in and out, drawing lewd sounds from your lips.

“Thats it cyar’ika, let go, let me take care of you”

The way he stretches your walls and the vibration of his voice against your core makes you arch off the mattress, pushing yourself further onto his fingers. He intuitively responds, deepening his thrusts and curling his fingers up, seeking out your most sensitive spot.

Meanwhile, Hunter's lips find yours in a sloppy kiss, his touch tender yet hungry, as he explores the depths of your mouth with his tongue, muffling the moans and gasps Crosshair draws from you. His hands roam your body with a fervent hunger, tracing lazy circles across your skin, worshipping your body with every caress.

Beside you, Wrecker and Tech lavish attention on your breasts, their touch gentle yet firm as they take care of you.

Wrecker's fingers tease and torment your nipples, his touch sending jolts of electricity racing through your body, while Tech's skilled hands explore the contours of your breasts with a tender precision that leaves you trembling with need.

With the attention of all four of them and Crosshairs touch growing more urgent, his movements more insistent, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, your body writhing with a desperate need for release.

“I’m …m…close,” you whimper between Hunters kisses.

You hear a few grunts and gasps around you as they watch you squirming under Crosshairs touch, eyes closed, back arched and your face blissfully flushed in the perfect shade of pink.

“Be a good girl and come for me”

Then he closes his lips around your throbbing clit, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body writhing with a desperate need for release. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle suckle of his lips, brings you closer, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you surrendered yourself completely.

With a final thrust of his fingers up towards that extra sweet spot, he pushes you over the edge, the tension snaps, your mind goes blissfully blank and you reach out grabbing a fistful of his hair, desperate for something to hold on to, while you ride out your high on his fingers.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer as you surrender yourself to the blissful oblivion of the orgasm he’s given you. He carefully draws his fingers from your core planting a few soft kisses on your thighs to let you enjoy the last waves of your climax without overstimulating you.

When you slowly come down from your high, still panting against Hunters chest, Crosshair rises from his position between your legs, his face glistening with the remnants of your juices. He tenderly wipes away the traces of your arousal with the back of his hand before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. His touch is gentle, his lips conveying a depth of emotion that he can hardly express with words.

“You feel better, riduur?” he whispers in your ear so quiet the others can’t hear it, he thinks, but Hunter hears everything, not that he needed to hear it, he knows how his little brother feels, how madly in love he is with you.

“Much better” you hum, kissing him.

You catch sight of his arousal straining against his sweatpants, and you reach out to palm him through the fabric. But he stops you with a gentle hand, a soft smile gracing his lips as he shakes his head.

"This was just for you," he murmurs, his voice a tender whisper against your skin.

"I wanted to make you feel better, and that's enough for me tonight."

His words wash over you like a soothing balm, filling you with a warmth that transcends the physical. As Crosshair leans in to press a tender kiss against your lips, his gaze softens with affection and love.

"But I'll gladly take you up on that offer when you’re better and you've rested," he whispers, his voice a gentle murmur against your skin.

You nod in understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of his care and devotion.

Tech shifts over to make room for Crosshair beside you, and as the five of you settle into the comforting embrace of each other, a sense of peace washes over you like a gentle tide. In the quiet stillness of your home, surrounded by the warmth and love of your boys, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing and Crosshairs soothing heartbeat against your cheek.

Only Tech remains awake for a while longer, his fingers tapping away on his datapad with a quiet diligence. But soon, even he succumbs to the pull of slumber, slipping off his goggles and nestling into the warmth and comfort of the cuddle pile.

cyar’ika - darling/beloved

mesh’la - beautiful

riduur - wife

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 17 - Fivesome

Summary: You’re there for their pleasure. Who’s to say it’s not pleasurable for you too? 

Pairing: Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, group sex, blowjobs, bondage, brief degradation, no foreplay, creampies galore, sloppy seconds, and thirds, and fourths, pre-Echo, reader is a sort of barrack bunny for CF99, light aftercare. 

A/N: This is a sequel to A Lesson In Obedience, though it can be read as a standalone.

MASTERLIST

Your eyes widen as the door slides open, but you’re unable to do anything but stare. Even Crosshair pauses, hand tangled in your hair. His cock is pressing against the back of your tongue, drool sliding down your chin from being forced open for so long. You hold your breath in an attempt not to gag, hands grasping Crosshair’s thigh plates as you kneel in front of him. Your breasts are on full display, your shirt gone and your breastband down around your waist. 

“Got started without us?” Wrecker complains, stepping down into the barracks.

“She started it.” Crosshair says, pulling you off his cock. You take a deep breath in, filling your lungs. “Could hardly keep her off me.” 

Crosshair lets go of your hair as Hunter grips your jaw, forcing your mouth open. “I don’t doubt that.” He says, stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth. His gloves taste like metal and blaster residue. “Needy little thing.” 

You close your lips around Hunter’s fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits. 

“What do you think?” He asks, turning to Tech. 

Tech looks up from his datapad, watching you suck on Hunter’s fingers. “Plan 33 would suit best in this situation.” 

You pause again, looking up between Hunter and Tech. 

“I like Plan 33.” Wrecker says. 

“You like every plan.” Crosshair says. 

“Plan 33 it is.” Hunter says, pulling his fingers free of your mouth. He lifts you up off your knees, turning you and bending you over the table. 

Tech is already there waiting, grabbing your wrists with one hand and tugging them towards the other side of the table, forcing you flat against it. He makes quick work with the rope, securing your wrists together before securing it under the table, keeping your arms outstretched. He slips a finger under the rope around your wrists, ensuring it’s not too tight before disappearing behind you. 

The cool air of the barracks hits your damp pussy as your pants are tugged off and tossed somewhere off to the side. Hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal your slick folds to the room. 

“Already so wet and we haven’t even touched you yet.” Hunter says. “Our little whore.” 

You let out a quiet whimper, shifting on your feet at the sound of codpieces hitting the floor. 

“You’ve been a good girl lately.” Hunter says, dragging his fingers through your folds. “You can choose who goes first.” 

You rest your cheek against the cool table, thinking. Wrecker is an immediate no. You’ve taken him first before, and though it’s bearable, you’d prefer some prep first. Crosshair would finish the fastest since you had already worked him up, but he’s the roughest. Hunter is your usual first choice in these situations. 

“Tech.” You say, tugging lightly at the ropes. “I want Tech first.” 

It’s quiet as bodies shift behind you. Long fingers grip your ass, thumbs pulling your lips apart. It’s Tech alright, you can tell by his touch. You could tell them apart with your eyes closed, by touch or by dick, hell even by lips. 

The head of a cock drags through your pussy, gathering some of your wetness. You let out a quiet sound, body tingling in anticipation. You’ve been wet since Crosshair glanced your way, knowing what was coming. You had arrived not long ago, and had yet to celebrate your brief shore leave and another set of successful missions. 

Your pussy burns a bit as Tech presses his cock into you, your body fighting the intrusion after getting no warm up, not even a finger. You breathe deeply, relaxing your body as he presses into your tight hole. His hands hold your hips, steadying you and himself as he sinks further into you, your body slowly opening to him. 

He begins slowly rocking his hips, sinking his cock completely into you. Small moans leave your lips as he uses you, his grip tight on your hips. You can do nothing but lay there as he fucks you, taking what he wants from your body. The position offers you no relief, your hips just far enough from the table you can’t even get any pressure against your clit as Tech thrusts into you. 

They did that on purpose. 

The sound of his hips smacking against your ass is loud as he fucks you, his groans mixing with your moans like some symphony of pleasure. You squeeze around him, doing what little you can to help him along, and to also attempt to get yourself off. This isn’t about your pleasure, you know that. You’ll cum when they want you to. Anything other than that is a bonus for you. 

Tech cums with a groan as you squeeze tight around him, spurting his release inside you. You groan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, tugging at your restraints but there’s no give to them. 

Tech pulls out of you, stepping back. The others groan as his release begins to drip from your pussy, the warm seed sliding down your slit. 

“Who’s next?” Crosshair asks. 

“Hunter.” You say, shifting on your feet to try and alleviate the ache starting to blossom in your stomach where the edge of the table digs in. 

You go still as the head of a cock drags through your messy folds, brushing over your neglected clit. Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you, still a stretch even after taking Tech’s cock. Hunter slides a hand down your back, fingers trailing your spine. Goosebumps form on your skin as he grips the back of your neck, bracing his other hand on the table at your side. 

He draws his hips back just slightly before snapping them back against yours. You let out a yelp at the force of it, rougher than he usually is. He snaps his hips against yours repeatedly, your body jerking against the table with every movement. Your eyes roll back as he hits that spot deep within you with every thrust, your pussy clenching tight around him. 

Your first orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, a high pitched cry leaving your lips as you spasm around him. Hunter groans as he spills into you, his own orgasm washing over him. You moan at the sensation of being filled again, pussy clenching as he pulls himself free of you. The spasms from the aftershock of your orgasm forces his cum out of you, mixing it with Tech’s. 

“Crosshair.” You gasp, pussy clenching in an attempt to hold it in. 

You yelp as a hand smacks against your ass cheek, the sound cracking through the room. That’s going to hurt later. Crosshair maneuvers your body, propping one leg up on the table, spreading you open further for him. It forces you up onto your toes on the other leg, muscles already trembling. 

He wastes no time slipping into you, pushing himself in to the hilt. You let out a groan, hands tugging at the restraints but they don’t give. His hands fall to your hips, gripping them so tightly you’ll likely have bruises there tomorrow. He sets a brutal pace, picking up where Hunter left off. His thrusts are short and sharp, forcing your body against the table as he uses you. 

Despite his roughness you can already feel another orgasm building, the new angle allowing your clit to press against the edge of the table with every thrust. You shake as you get closer and closer to the edge, drawing him closer with every spasm of your walls. He was already worked up, his cock twitching inside you as he chases the high he was denied thanks to the arrival of the others. 

He cums with a groan, hands squeezing your sides almost painfully as he spills into you. You tremble, close to your own orgasm but you’re denied it as he stops moving, yanking himself free as soon as he’s spent. 

You gulp in anticipation, pussy throbbing as you wait for the inevitable. You’re well prepared, slick from your own juices and the releases of the others. You’ve been stretched open at least a little, prepared as much as you can be in this situation. 

A big hand lowers your leg back onto the floor, taking the stress off the other. You’re still shaking and sore, but nowhere near where you’ll be once he’s finished. His fingers drag through your folds, collecting the cum seeping out of you before pressing it back into your pussy. You moan as his fingers stretch you open, pussy clenching around them in anticipation. 

His hand is gentle on your back as he pulls his fingers free, the wide head of his cock pressing against your hole. You relax your body, breathing deeply as he presses inside, stretching you open. It still burns, even after taking three cocks before him. 

Wrecker pushes his way into your pussy, forcing your body to stretch to accommodate his large size. You’re whining and moaning by the time he’s seated inside you, pussy already fluttering around him. He reaches so deep inside you, hitting every spot on the way. Your hands clench into fists as he rocks into you, movements slow and shallow as he fights your body’s attempts to clench around him. 

You’re sweating, face sticking to the table as Wrecker fucks you, wrists getting sore from being held in such an awkward position for so long. You won’t last much longer, and you know Wrecker won’t either. He’s usually the fastest to cum, be it from your tight pussy or just from any stimulation. 

His grip is gentle on you, always afraid of hurting you. He could crush your bones easily, but he holds you so delicately, even as he practically spears you open on his cock. 

There’s no helping that. 

You let out a high pitched cry as your orgasm suddenly hits you like a speeder, your legs shaking as you spasm around him. Wrecker groans, loud and deep, thrown into his own orgasm thanks to yours. He cums inside you, adding to the mess leaking out around his cock. You feel messy, full of their cum and coated in sweat. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tech is suddenly there, releasing your wrists with a couple tugs of rope. Wrecker catches you from sliding off the table, lifting you into his arms easily. You’re shaking and trembling and leaking cum still as he holds you. 

“Good girl.” Hunter says, stroking your damp hair from your forehead. “Always so good for us. How about a shower, huh? That sound good.” 

You nod, a smile tugging at your lips. They never fail to take care of you, even after using you for their pleasure. 

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[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Painted Pretty

Travelling through hyperspace after a mission can be boring, unless you’re sharing a ship with five men.

Pairing: All Batch x f!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: bukkake, lots of praise, fraternal polyandry (aka the boys are all with reader), consensual recording (it’s a hobby), light marking, cum eating, squint and you might see a breeding kink, fluffy aftercare, also squint for some bratty behaviour (one guess who that is), handjobs, fingering, unprotected PiV, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), squint again for a possible reference to somnophilia, no clonecest.

A/N: Keeping track of five of them was a nightmare.

I will also die on the hill that Tech and Cross are tube twins.

It’s cold in the cockpit. Not entirely uncommon when travelling through hyperspace, but you have a feeling your lack of clothes isn’t helping the matter.

The durasteel floor bites into your knees, even with a standard-issue blanket cushioning them. The hum of the engine and hyperdrive fill the air, along with the ragged breathing of the five men standing around you.

“So pretty for us.” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice graces your ears as he admires you, eyes taking in every exposed curve of your body as he lazily pumps his cock.

You can’t help but smile sweetly, batting your lashes just a little as you reach out a hand to trail your fingers across his hipbone, raking your nails ever so teasingly down his strong, tattooed thigh. The action pulls a moan from him, a curse leaving his lips. He reaches for you, smoothing his hand across your head, tangling his fingers in your hair.

His hips flex forward, pressing the head of his cock to your lips. They part easily and you draw him in, flattening your tongue against the underside of him. He groans, gently thrusting in and out, watching the way your kiss-swollen lips from the earlier make-out session seal around him.

Slender fingers reach for you and guide your free hand, your fingers curling around the slightly longer but equally girthy cock you’re led to. Your eyes flit to the side, taking in the heat in Crosshair’s sharp eyes as you stroke him.

“Such a good girl.” The slink of the sniper's voice coils around you. The praise makes you preen, even as you continue lavishing attention to Hunter’s cock with every bob of your head.

A warm body presses to your back, your eyes falling shut for a moment at the contact, but you refuse to stop bringing pleasure to two of the men you adore. “That’s it, darling.” Tech whispers in your ear, pressing soft kisses and light bites to the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet, offering gentle encouragement even as he grinds his hard-on against your ass. He slides an arm around your waist, dexterous fingers making contact with your clit and he proceeds to trace slow but firm circles on it. You moan at the sensation, earning a grunt from Hunter as he continues to fuck your mouth.

Hunter pulls out a moment later, the lewd pop of his cock sliding from your lips echoing in the cockpit. He dips down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead before taking himself back in hand, freeing your mouth for one of his vods.

The decision of who’s next is unspoken, and Echo steps forward.

Even as your hand continues working Crosshair, even with Tech pressed against you, you look up and offer Echo a soft smile. His rescue had only been a handful of weeks ago, but he’d fallen so effortlessly into place with the rest of the squad. And now, he’d get a share of you too.

You can see a twinge of self-consciousness on his face, so you reach for him, drawing him in by the back of his metal thigh until you can slide your lips down the length of his hard cock to place a series of kisses, reassuring him silently as you take the tip in your mouth and sink on him until he hits the back of your throat.

The gasp Echo lets out is beautiful, and you watch as his eyes fall shut, hips canting on instinct as he chases the warm, wetness of your mouth.

“See. Sharing ain’t so bad, Reg.” Crosshair lets out a dark chuckle, punctuated by a hiss as you swipe your thumb across his frenulum on the upstroke, your eyes turning to him, eyebrow quirking upwards. He stares you down for a second, but you refuse to look away first, and those sinful lips of his curl into a smirk as his eyes close, narrow hips rolling with each stroke of your hand.

Echo’s hand on the top of your head pulls your attention back to him, and you hold his gaze as he slides in and out of your mouth, watching the stretch of your lips and the small pools of saliva forming in the corners of your mouth. You’re an absolute sight – and he can’t get enough of it.

A firm but steady push on your back has you rocking forward a little, and a muffled cry of delight leaves you as you feel the head of Tech’s cock press against your entrance, his fingers still playing with your clit. “I usually have a lot of patience, darling, but when you’re like this…” He trails off, laving more kisses on your throat as you feel the stretch of him pushing into you.

“Hey no fair!” Wrecker chimes in, the big man has been watching from the sidelines, large hand working his equally proportionate length. He knew you struggled to take all of him, and that you needed to work up to him, so he was usually happy to sit back and wait a little for his turn during group sessions.

Blindly your hand leaves Echo’s thigh, reaching for Wrecker. He steps closer, and your fingers curl around his cock, unable to get a full grip on him. You stroke him once, twice, and he settles a little. You moan around Echo as he continues to fuck your mouth, the sweet drag of Tech’s cock with each of his thrusts driving you insane.

“Fuck, cyar’ika. You should see yourself right now. Absolutely beautiful.” Hunter comments lowly, still jerking himself as he takes in the vision before him. Echo’s cock in your mouth, Wrecker and Crosshair in your hands, and Tech slowly taking you from behind. The streaks of light from hyperspace bathe you in the most gorgeous glow and Hunter can feel that he’s close, the scene pushing him near the edge, and from the quickened heartbeats of his vod, they all are too.

Wrecker’s grunts drown out his brothers, and you’re well-versed by now in what that means. Mouth sliding from Echo’s cock you tilt your head in Wrecker’s direction, closing your eyes, tongue out as you continue stroking him. Seconds later you feel the warm ropes of his release hit your face, catching some on your tongue, which you greedily swallow as he groans through his orgasm. Your hand shifts to run across his hip in a gentle gesture as the last few drops hit your face.

Wrecker has set off a chain reaction. The low growl from Crosshair has you turning your head the other way, eyes still closed and tongue still out. The sniper's hand weaves into your hair, keeping you close as you give him a few more strokes until he’s cumming across your face too, painting you with it. His noises of pleasure are quieter and his fingers ghost down your jawline, propping your chin up. “Let me see.” He whispers as he catches a breath.

Knowing this was his favourite part, you savour slowly opening your eyes, meeting his hawkish gaze. Delight flares in those sharp eyes of his as he looks you over, taking in every small detail of your face covered in his and Wrecker’s cum, and the irresistible colour of your eyes. Most people were unable to hold his gaze longer than a few moments, but you’d never felt anything other than safe under his intense stare.

“Beautiful,” Crosshair whispers, hand falling from your chin as he reaches for a spare rag to clean himself off.

You feel Tech moving, drawing a moan from you as he slides his cock in and out of you, pulling your attention back to the rest of them. “Whose turn is it, beloved?” He whispers in your ear between thrusts. It had caused quite a lot of tension between the brothers at first – who would get to make you cum during group sessions.

Going back over the last few sessions, your gaze slides to Hunter, the corners of your lips curving upwards. “It’s been a while, Sarge.” You purr.

“Fuck.” Hunter curses, gripping the base of himself to stop from finishing too soon.

With a wicked smile, you look up at Echo once again, giving him your full attention, pushing his hand away from his cock so you can work him. “You gonna cum for me, Echo?” You ask, lips pouting a little.

“Cyare…” He grits out, jaw clenched. He’s quick to let out a sharp gasp, hips jerking forward as his release joins the others across your face. The look of satisfaction he wears as he rides through the high makes you smile, and as much as you want to brush a finger across your cheek and taste them, you know you have to wait.

“Good boy.” You can’t help but tease, enjoying the groan Echo lets out and how his eyes close at the praise for a second. You’d had a feeling he’d like it.

It also pulls a noise from Tech, who’d momentarily stilled inside of you, too damn close for his liking. It had amused you no end to learn of the genius's love for compliments, and even if they weren’t aimed at him, you knew those two words would make his exceptional mind go blank.

A whine leaves your lips as you feel Tech pull out of you, rising to his feet and circling you. Your eyes find his behind the yellow lenses of his goggles, and for a second you glance at the small camera attached to them, shifting ever so slightly to give a better view of your body. The action pulls a small smile from him.

At first, you’d insisted he take it off, and with no question he’d left it in his kit crate. But with time you’d warmed to the idea, trusting implicitly that no one outside of the squad would see the videos. You knew he had a whole folder of content buried deep on his datapad, heavily encrypted.

Eyes skipping down his body, your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you watch his hand slide along his cock. Faintly you register the taste of the others in your mouth.

Tech crooks a finger on his free hand, and you scoot forward a little, head tipping back and eyes closing. His breath catches as he admires you, and his hand stills as his orgasm hits him, making his thighs quiver as he watches the pearly ribbons land across your lips and cheek. He reaches out, smoothing his other hand down your throat and across the small marks blooming on your shoulder before he steps back, taking a rag from his twin.

The weight of a heavy gaze lands on you, and you tip your head to search for it. Your eyes meet Hunter’s and he stalks forward, letting go of his cock long enough to grasp you, gently manoeuvring you down onto the blanket. The moment your back hits the soft surface he’s between your thighs, talented tongue lapping at your pussy while one of his hands reaches up to grasp your breasts, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipples. He won’t finish until you do.

Your hands find their way into his hair, snagging a little on his slightly askew bandana. Pleasure zips through your body, back arching as you gasp, feeling the firm press of his tongue as he licks slow lines up and down your folds, ignoring your clit for now. It’s maddening. And he damn well knows it.

“Hunter. Please.” You beg, having been riled up ever since Crosshair had pinned you to the wall of the Marauder and started this whole thing off. You feel Hunter smile against you and his tongue flicks, catching on your clit and stealing your breath as he slides two fingers into you.

He eats you out like a man starved – even though you’d woken up only two days ago to find him between your thighs. The lewd sounds of his lips and tongue devouring you makes your breath quicken, the coil building low in your belly as he drives you towards the edge.

And then he looks up. Those endless brown eyes roving up your body until he meets your gaze focused on you with determination and reverence, tongue furiously working your clit as he scissors his fingers in and out of you.

It’s too much.

Crying out his name, the coil snaps. Warmth rushes through you as you clench around his fingers, mind going blank as small tremors run through your body while you ride out the high.

Hunter’s not done with you, though.

His lips and fingers leave you and you make a noise of protest, even as you try to catch your breath. He grasps your thighs, hauls you closer, and in a fluid motion slides into you, bottoming out.

Your moans combine, the sensation of fullness you feel and the warm tightness he experiences will never get old. All eyes are on you, watching the way your body arches, the way your head tilts back and you gasp as Hunter sets a comfortable pace, pleasure building again with every drag of his cock in and out of you.

He slides a hand underneath your hips, pushing you up a little to adjust the angle, and you see stars.

His thrusts grow sloppy as you climax for the second time, thighs shaking and breath coming in pants as the pleasure sweeps you away. Although he desperately wants to finish inside your warm, wet heat, Hunter pulls out a moment later, drawing you up to rest on your elbows and forearms. A few quick strokes with his hand and he lets out a shaky groan, adding his release to the four others on you.

He winces a little, feeling over-sensitive, and releases his cock. The smile on your face is beautiful, the mischief in your eyes making him love you just that little bit more. He waits a second just to torment you before he gives the smallest nod of his head. You reach up, slowly drawing a finger across your cheek to gather as much of the mess they've made as possible, putting on a little show. Pushing their combined releases towards your mouth, you part your lips and finally taste them.

Varying noises fill the cockpit, each of your five men captivated by the sight, and if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d happily give them 20 minutes to recover before going again.

Hunter pulls you up a little more until you’re sat on your knees, and a rag appears in your peripheral. You feel boneless and sated, and holding yourself up right now is a struggle. Seeing this, Wrecker kneels behind you, letting you lean back and rest against his chest, an arm secured around your middle as Hunter carefully wipes your face clean.

Other hands caress you. Crosshair strokes down one of your arms, while Tech pushes errant strands of your hair from your face. Echo rubs soft circles on your thighs.

“So good for us, babe.” Wrecker comments, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You sink against him a little more, eyes fluttering shut as Hunter finishes cleaning your face, tossing the rag aside. The tiredness starts to settle in – as much as you loved the men around you, keeping up with all five of them was exhausting, especially post-mission.

“Absolutely perfect.” Echo chimes in as you feel the edge of a bottle of water pressed to your lips. You don’t know which of them is encouraging you to drink, but you take a few small sips, only now realising how parched you are.

The water disappears after you’ve had your fill, and you force your eyes open, spending a second looking at each of them. The openness and adoration in their expressions make your heart thump. How did you get so lucky?

“You require rest.” Tech insists, gesturing with a tilt of his head towards the bunks. Wrecker scoops you up effortlessly, and you don’t have it in you to protest. You’d hated being picked up at the beginning, but after seeing him shove assault tanks off cliffs and pry open blast doors with his bare hands, you’re no longer worried.

As you’re carried through the ship you call home, your heart warms at the gentle way Wrecker sets you down on his bunk. He draws the blanket over you, snagging Lula from nearby and offering her to you. The sweet gesture makes you laugh, and you gratefully take the little tooka doll.

Tucked up safely, your eyes close once again as each of them press kisses to your forehead. The bunk creaks a little as Tech joins you, lying down behind you. It’s cosy but you make it work. Nowhere on the ship is big enough for you all to enjoy a cuddle puddle, so they take turns holding you while you sleep. With your back to his chest, the comforting white noise of the engines humming, it doesn’t take long for sleep to draw you under.

[yoitsjay]

Hi hi!! Can you please do one where crosshair and Hunter are both crushing on their Jedi general, who is a total scaredy cat and shy and of course totally oblivious to their feelings. I can only imagine the absolute drama and chaos a love triangle between these two would be, with how competitive they are with each other 😭😭

Oblivious

Pairings: Hunter x gn! Reader x Crosshair

Summary: Crosshair and Hunter start fighting, again, but about you and this time you hear about it. Now not only are they apologizing, buy they're asking you to choose and are now trying to probe who's better... oh boy...

Warnings: NO CLONECEST AT ALL, love triangle, mainly fluff, flirting, sensual touches maybe, reader picks both

Word count: 965

“Eep!”

A loud squeal fell from your lips as several bugs flew towards your face, you swatted them away, but ended up running behind Crosshair, as he was closest to you at that moment. “Hate bugs…” You muttered, hearing the man chuckle as he turned and looked down at you.

“You're a Jedi Master and yet you're scared of a few bugs? I don't get it.” The man huffed, and you rolled your eyes. “I am not scared! I just- get grossed out easily.” You muttered, sticking out your bottom lip as you pouted.

You were still walking as you talked with him, no longer paying attention to your surroundings which in turn made you trip on a rock. You started stumbling forward, and Crosshair was about to catch you, but a pair of muscular arms wrapped around you first, tugging you back onto your feet.

You could tell it was Hunter who had saved you from a broken nose, so you spun around to thank him, a big smile on your face as you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thanks hunt.” You muttered, cheeks going red after you realized what you had done.

Another squeak fell from your lips, and you muttered an apology before speed walking away, unknowing that Crosshair and Hunter were having a bit of a glaring contest after you had left.

The rest of the team could tell that both Crosshair and Hunter had feelings for you. Echo, Wrecker, Tech? yeah they all knew. But you? you had no clue.

Every action you did, whether it was just bending over to grab something, or leaning over Hunter’s seat during briefings, every action you made drove Crosshair and Hunter crazy. And they started fighting, though typically away from your earshot.

After you got back to the Marauder, you had decided to relax your nerves with a bit of a shower. When it was done, you were about to exit, until you heard Crosshair and Hunter arguing outside the fresher… about you.

“You have no idea who she’d pick! Besides, I'm the better kisser.” Hunter argues, and you could hear Crosshair roll his eyes from behind the door.

They argued more about some random shit before you finally opened the fresher door, and they both turned to look at you, eyes wide as they stared. “Uh… hey guys…” You muttered, trying to squeeze between them as you tried to sneak back to your bunk.

Obviously there wasn't really a point in sneaking, as they both held your waist and kind of held you between them.

You gulped.

“Well you’ve heard it, we love you, and we want you. So who do you pick?” Crosshair sneered, sliding two fingers under your chin as he forced you to look at him. Your face was beet red, and you glanced away, unable to find words.

“Crosshairs right, you gotta pick.” Hunter murmured in your ear, holding your hand in his as he placed it on his chest. You could feel his racing heart beat, and yet again you gulped, your nerves taking over your body as you chose flight.

You pushed them both away and bolted out of the Marauder, force jumping up into the nearby tall trees to clear your mind.

Cuz holy shit what the fuck.

Not only did they both love you and you had NO idea, but they wanted you to pick? you weren’t even sure if you HAD feelings for them. Hunter was amazing, and so kind to you and he always made sure you were alright when it came to talking to other generals or even other clones. But Crosshair?

Crosshair was so different. He was snarky, rude, and standoffish. For months when you had first joined them he refused to even talk to you, and when you’d give an order he'd scoff and walk away, only doing it when Hunter told him he had too.

So really you had no idea Crosshair even LIKED you to begin with, since he was such an ass. And yet you liked him anyway.

You had no idea what to do…

For weeks after that, Crosshair and Hunter would constantly be one upping each other, showing off their skills, or flirting and using different pickup lines. Every time you'd make up an excuse to leave, or you'd just laugh and walk away.

But this needed to stop.

It was hindering the way you performed on missions for the council, and even they were getting suspicious.

So you mustered up all your courage and you pulled Hunter and Crosshair aside one day, pushing them into the cockpit of the Marauder when no one else was inside it.

“Okay enough you two!” YOu exclaimed softly, crossing your arms over your chest. “You are both making it impossible for me to do anything mission wise! I like you both, alot, but you can’t just expect me to pick. So quit it.” You ordered, raising your voice a little to get your point across…

Which seemed to work when you saw their shocked faces.

They looked at each other, and nodded in a silent agreement before turning to you. “We're sorry for making you feel like that Y/n, I guess we- we really weren’t paying attention to how it was affecting you… so again we’re sorry.” Hunter spoke up, and you smiled, nodding before turning to Crosshair.

“We won’t make you choose, and… we will give you space.” He sighed, but you shook your head. “Oh I've already chosen.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest as moth mens eyes widened.

“Oh?” Crosshair asked, and you nodded.

“I choose both. So you’ll just have to share with me.” You started, grinning at them before you opened the cockpit doors.

“Back to work! plebs.”

➺

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[kaminocasey]

The Difference Part Two

Summary: You get back to your apartment and both Ordo and Mereel treat you to a good night.

Pairing: Mereel x Reader x Ordo (NO Clonec*st)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, holy shit, so much smut lol. Anal, threesome (no clonecest), unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a (wrap it up friends), oral (f and m receiving), fingering, creampies, squirting. Ordo Skirata is a loverboy. Mereel Skirata KNOWS what he's DOING. If I missed anything, lemme know lol.

WC: 4.5K

A/N: HELLO I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN A YEAR IN THE MAKING LMAO. I'm so so sorry it took so long. I've had so much personal stuff going on, it's insane. Anyway, I hope it's worth it! I know I for sure wanna do a part 3 and I promise that if I do, it won't be a year from now lol.

Part ONE │TAGLIST FORM │Republic Commando Masterlist

When you finally pull up to your apartment building, Ordo parks the speeder at record speed. The two commandos let you lead them through the lobby to the elevator, hitting the 23rd level button. Both men stand quietly, trying to refrain from pulling you into their arms right then and having their way with you in the elevator. Mereel wouldn’t mind. Ordo, however, is the more private of the two. 

Meanwhile, you’re absolutely vibrating with nerves and both men are picking up on it. It doesn’t make them want you any less, though. 

When the elevator doors open, you walk to your front door with both Ordo and Mereel a step behind you. When you unlock your door, walk into your apartment, and drop your bag and jacket on the dining room table, you turn to look at them.

They both politely kick their shoes off by the front door and you can’t help but be endeared by that. Whoever taught them that, good job. 

You watch as Mereel goes and stands by the floor to ceiling windows, looking over Galactic City. Ordo decides on the couch. Who do you go to first?

As if he can read your mind, Mereel speaks up. “Whoever you want to go to is okay, mesh’la.”

You nod, smiling nervously and walk toward Ordo, sitting next to him on the couch. Ordo gives you a soft look of surprise, as if he can’t believe you chose to go to him instead of Mereel. 

“Y-you’re sure?” Ordo asks, softly. 

You nod, smiling over at Mereel, who’s now sitting in the chair by the couch. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m almost positive I’ve never been so sure of anything before.” 

“Well, in that case…” Ordo whispers, smiling.

He confidently presses his lips to yours and you go warm all over, again. You know that this is absolutely something you want. Wanting more, you climb into his lap and he groans softly when you brush against his hardened length. Ordo’s hands fall to your ass, gripping you enough to let you know you’re not going anywhere. 

Pulling away from him, you can’t help but smile at him as he watches you start to pull your shirt out of your skirt and then unbutton it. The more visible your chest becomes, the harder he gets. 

Maker, she’s beautiful, Ordo and Mereel seem to share a thought. 

Ordo wants to say something, but he’s genuinely too stunned. He’s never met anyone like you, and that’s saying something because he’s met a lot of people. Probably too many people. You’re sweet and funny and he finds himself clinging to your every word. He’s sure Mereel feels the same way. 

“Mereel, you want to join us?” You look back at him and find that he’s sitting in the chair, looking completely relaxed.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Mereel teases, getting up to sit next to his brother on the couch. 

You reach over and kiss Mereel as soon as he sits down, pulling him by his collared shirt to you. He chuckles softly against your lips before deepening the kiss, needing to taste you. 

Ordo’s hands travel up your sides, cupping your breasts and teasing you over your bra, making you whimper into Mereel’s mouth. Both men groan at the absolutely beautiful sounds you make. 

Pulling away from Mereel, your lips desperately find Ordo’s again. His hands move to cup your neck, holding you there so he can slip his tongue into your mouth. With shaky fingers, you start to unbutton his shirt and then let it fall behind him on the couch. You pull away again, only to kiss his warm, bare chest. His head falls back with a content sigh. 

Mereel’s fingers expertly unclasp your bra and you let it fall off of you. 

“Fuck, cyar’ika… look at you.” Mereel gets off the couch to get behind you, kissing your neck immediately as you pull Ordo back to you so you can kiss him. “So fucking beautiful, isn’t she Ordo?”

Ordo hums in agreement, unable to break away from you. Mereel’s hands move around you to gently squeeze your breasts, tweaking your pert nipples with his thumb and forefingers, making you gasp into Ordo’s mouth. Mereel only chuckles darkly as he sucks marks into your bare shoulders. Your whimpers are like music to his ears, and he’s absolutely sure no woman has ever sounded so perfect. 

Ordo’s firm warm hands grasp at your bare thighs as your skirt gets hiked up around your waist, guiding you back and forth over his hardened length. Unable to help yourself, you grip his shoulder, digging your fingertips into his hardened muscles. 

“Look at her using you, ner vod.” Mereel teases, his voice low and needy in your ear, making you whimper. “Feel good, cyar’ika?” 

With parted lips, and a needy feeling so low, you can only nod, words evading you. 

Except Mereel knows. “Tell him, pretty girl. Tell him how bad you need to cum.”

Ordo pulls you against him, a low groan escaping his throat as he crushes his lips to yours, not needing you to tell him. He tastes of desperation and need and you’re apparently starving as your own moans intertwine with his own. You only break apart from him to kiss Mereel, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

You can honestly say that this is not how you expected your night to go when you first got to the bar. You’d been there to work on paperwork and maybe drink a little bit. You were mostly there for the background noise. 

And here you are, making noise. For these two strangers. You’re not sure what has come over you, but you’re definitely not complaining. 

And neither are they. 

Mereel helps you slide off of Ordo’s lap into his own, his lips never breaking apart from yours. His experienced hands find your wrists, pinning them behind your back.

With his free hand, he cups one breast and then takes the other in his mouth, licking hotly over your sensitive nipple, coaxing a soft whine from you. 

“Listen to those sounds.” Mereel praises you. 

“Bedroom?” Ordo asks, trailing his fingers down your arm. 

“That way.” You nod back behind them toward the hallway and as if you weigh nothing, Mereel picks you up and carries you back toward the room. 

He gently eases you down onto the bed and slides your skirt off of you, dropping it somewhere behind him. You watch as he eagerly drops to his knees, the smirk never leaving his face. Ordo sits next to you on the bed, his fingers trailing down your exposed skin, leaving fire in their wake. 

You reach for Ordo’s clothed length, palming his hardened cock, making him groan and you can’t help but smile up at him.

“Ask nicely, cyar’ika.” Mereel starts to slide your panties down. 

“P-please… Ordo. May I?” You ask, softly.

“May you what?” Ordo whispers, grinning down at you.

“May I suck your cock?” You look up at him through your lashes.

He knows right then he’ll never say no to you. Ever. Still, he can’t help the nerves flowing through him as he undoes his belt and tosses it to the floor, pulling his cock out. 

You don’t know what makes you groan louder, Mereel pressing his tongue to your cunt or the sight of Ordo. 

Ordo’s gentle hands guide you to his cock, your mouth already eagerly open and prepared for him. He watches, fully mesmerized by the sight of you splayed out for the two of them. 

When Ordo pushes just the tip into your mouth, his eyes involuntarily roll back. He doesn’t do this sort of thing, going out and meeting women randomly. But with you… there was an instant connection the moment you smiled at him.

You notice he won’t push more than just the tip in yet so you let him take his time. In the meantime, you enjoy the taste of precum beading out of the tip of his cock. You’re almost certain no man has ever gotten you this turned on before. Between Ordo and Mereel, you can’t wait for both of them to have their way with you.

“Maker-” You moan when Mereel’s lips attach to your clit, making you pull away from Ordo momentarily to look down at Mereel.

Mereel smirks up at you with a wink and you feel electricity buzzing through your veins. 

“How does it feel?” Ordo’s voice pulls you out of the electric haze.

“So… so good.” You murmur.

Mereel hums against your soaked core, agreeing with you, making your hips buck against his face.

“Fucking Maker…” Your head falls back and Ordo catches the back of your head with his hand so that he can drown out the sounds of your moans with his own mouth. 

Your hand starts to pump Ordo’s length, eagerly making his own moans vibrate against yours and he finally pulls away to guide your lips to his cock. 

Without coaxing, you eagerly take Ordo as far as you can, enjoying the way his hand grips your hair tightly. Mereel takes that moment to insert two fingers into you, causing you to whine over Ordo’s cock. Ordo groans loudly at the feeling. 

“Fuck she’s so close.” Mereel smirks up at his brother. “She’s practically choking my fingers with how tight she is.” 

“Well, don’t leave the sweet girl waiting.” Ordo smirks down at you and you clench around Mereel. 

Mereel groans and curls his fingers, rubbing and teasing that spongy spot inside of you that no man has bothered with before. His tongue teases your clit and you can’t help but roll your own eyes back, still sucking Ordo as best as you can while being sent over your edge. Your vision goes fuzzy and light as you come around Mereel’s fingers. You pull away from Ordo to look down at Mereel, breathing heavily. 

“You cum like an angel.” Mereel sucks his fingers into his mouth to taste you and your lips part, clearly turned on by the sight.

You lean forward, grabbing Mereel by the shirt. “You are way too clothed.” 

He chuckles as you kiss him, tasting yourself on him. He fumbles with his shirt as he pulls it off between kisses, his pants being the next to go as he crawls up into the bed with you and Ordo, one man on each side of you. Ordo’s fingers come to play with your breasts, from behind you, squeezing and groping in all the right places as Mereel’s lips never leave yours. Ordo’s lips start to nip and suck on your neck, and the thought of being marked up by both of these men turns you on more than you ever thought possible. 

“Maker… You’re both so hot…” You whisper before pulling Ordo to you so you can kiss him again. 

They both chuckle, clearly enjoying how eager you are for them. 

Mereel whispers against your ear. “Who do you want to fuck you first?” 

You pull away from Ordo to look between them, an idea forming but terrified to say it out loud because what if they’re not interested in that? Being between these two is starting to make you feel like you’re in some kind of holoporn. “Um…” You murmur.

Ordo and Mereel share a look and then Mereel smirks, thinking he knows where your brain is going. 

“You want us both, don’t you, cyar’ika?” Mereel whispers, his lips trailing down your neck.

You nod, swallowing audibly. “Is… is that okay?” 

“Of course.” Mereel’s voice is soft, but clearly turned on. “Whatever you want, we’ll give you.” 

Ordo kicks his pants the rest of the way off, dropping them to the ground and you smile up at him and then look at Mereel. Mereel smirks, making your body go hot under his stare.

You smile. “What does cyar’ika mean?”

He chuckles, bringing the inside of your wrist to his lips, kissing it gently. “It means sweetheart. It’s Mando’a.” 

“I like when you guys speak Mando’a.” You bite your lip as he kisses his way up your entire arm until he reaches your neck again. “Love the way it sounds.” 

Mereel hums and then pulls your face toward his to kiss you, smirking against your lips. Kissing Mereel is much different than kissing Ordo. Mereel kisses you in the way that a storm starts to brew inside of you, threatening to break through all your walls. Ordo’s kisses are what it feels like to bask in the sunshine. But kissing them both is addicting and you feel like you’ll never be able to stop.

“How do you want us, baby?” Mereel asks, breathlessly, his lips ghosting over yours as he asks. 

“I want…” You look between the two of them, going warm in the face.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika. You can ask anything of us.” Ordo brushes his fingers down the valley of your breasts.

“Both holes at the same time?” You whisper.

Ordo’s brown eyes go wide, his pupils absolutely blown with lust while Mereel just smirks as if he’s not surprised by what you just asked of them. 

“That works for me. But I want your ass.” Mereel nips your bottom lip between his teeth, teasingly.

You moan softly. “Never done it before.” 

Mereel practically purrs. “Well then, I promise to be extra careful with you… at first.” 

His stare sets your entire body on fire and you nod, trusting him. 

“Ordo, help her lay back.” Mereel commands softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Ordo pulls you back against him up by your pillows.

“Lube?” Mereel asks.

“Bedside table.” You nod toward the table. “Top drawer.”

Mereel follows your instruction and leans over to grab it out the top drawer, but then pauses when he pulls something else out with the lube. 

“Mm… what’s this, mesh’la?” He holds your little pink vibrator up and you go warm all over with slight embarrassment. 

“You’ve never seen a vibrator before?” You tilt your head, trying to feign confidence. 

Mereel smirks, seeing right through you. “No, I have. But this’ll be fun to use.” 

He tosses it to Ordo who understands what to do right away, turning it on. The little toy comes to life, buzzing and Ordo’s lips are at your ear.

“Can I use this on you, cyar’ika?” His low voice practically pleads.

You nod, your words failing you right now. While you watch Mereel put some lube on his fingers and then set the bottle down next to him, Ordo starts to trail the vibrating toy down your breasts, teasingly, making you squirm. His free hand comes around to settle on your stomach, holding you down. It suddenly feels a hundred degrees hotter in your room. 

“So pretty…” Ordo hums in your ear when the toy reaches your clit, making you whimper loud enough to make both men smirk.

“She sure is.” Mereel’s fingers start to tease your ass. “Ready?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Please.”

“So polite.” Mereel’s finger starts to press into your rim and you gasp, arching away from Ordo momentarily before he pulls you back to him. “Tell us if it’s too much, alright.”

You nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” Ordo kisses your neck.

How is this happening right now? Your day started off so incredibly normal. 

Ordo presses the toy into your clit a little more and you feel yourself clench. The stretch from Mereel’s finger hurts for a moment, but it's not a bad pain. It’s just unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

“Fuck…” You whimper, pathetically. 

“There’s that pretty voice.” Mereel teases you. “Let’s hear it.”

Your moans and whimpers fill their ears like music as Mereel continues to work you open, getting your ass ready for his cock. 

“Tell us how it feels, cyar’ika.” Ordo murmurs. 

“G-good. Too good.” Your head lolls to the side, nuzzling your face into the crook of Ordo’s neck, breathing in his warm scent. 

“Yeah?” Mereel’s voice speaks up and you clench around his finger again. “Good enough that I can add another finger?” 

You nod, breathlessly. “Y-yes. Fuck… please…” 

“Mm…” Mereel hums, eagerly and gently adding another finger, making you gasp. “Taking me so well. Almost like your ass was made for my fingers.”

You start to feel another orgasm building up from Mereel’s fingers and the vibrator, making your chest rise and fall with need.

“Mereel… Ordo…” You whine, clutching onto Ordo’s arm as your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, making you go white hot from head to toes. 

Mereel’s fingers slow and you look up at him through lidded eyes, his smirk still turning you on. Ordo turns off the vibrator for now and puts it next to him.

“You ready for my cock, mesh’la?” Mereel pulls his fingers out and starts to open the lube bottle.

You nod. “Absolutely.” 

Unable to tear your eyes away from the way that Mereel spreads the lube over his hardened thick length, you moan softly. 

“You like this, just wait til we split you open, cyar’ika.” His voice is low and raspy, clearly turned on. “Let’s turn you around so I can get a better angle.”

They both help get you situated so you can turn around and straddle Ordo’s lap, hovering over his length. Ordo’s stare nearly sets your soul on fire and you can’t help but want to see him again. Mereel, too. You’ve never been so attracted to a man before, let alone two. 

“Maker, you’re so beautiful…” Ordo whispers as if he’s seeing sunshine for the first time ever. 

You go warm in the face. “You are.” 

One of Mereel’s hands trails down your back until it settles on your hip, giving you an encouraging squeeze.

“Ready?” Mereel leans down close to your ear, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Yes, please.” You murmur, closing your eyes at the feel of his lips on you. 

“Remember what I said? Tell us if it’s too much, okay?” He asks.

You give an eager nod. “I promise.”

Ordo gives you an encouraging smile, and you can read his expression clear as day that he also can’t believe this is how his day turned out. You lean down and capture his lips with yours as you slide down onto his length, making the both of you groan against each other’s mouths. 

You feel Mereel’s length press against your rim next.

“Try to relax for me, cyar’ika.” Mereel whispers and you nod, relaxing your body for him. 

Ordo stays still, waiting for the go as Mereel starts to slowly push into you, making you gasp sharply.

“Too much?” Mereel asks, softly.

You shake your head.

“Words, baby.” He murmurs.

“Keep going.” You moan. 

Mereel looks to Ordo to make sure that you’re okay. Ordo gives Mereel a nod after checking your face, which looks more blissed out than in pain. Mereel keeps going, pushing in a little further. 

“So tight for me.” Mereel murmurs, gripping your hips.

He’s done this before, but it’s never been this enjoyable. He knows now that connection makes sex even better. He and Prudii used to debate all the time about it, but he may have to tell his brother he was right. 

When he finally bottoms out, all three of you groan. You from the full feeling, Mereel from how tight you are, and Ordo from how you’re clenching so fucking perfectly around his cock, he’s scared he won’t be able to hold out. 

“Maker, you’re bigger than I thought.” You chuckle breathlessly, making both men smirk. 

“Never had any complaints before.” Mereel teases.

Ordo shoots him a “Really?” look and Mereel rolls his eyes. You can’t help but laugh.

“You both gotta move now… please.” You practically beg. 

Ordo and Mereel share a knowing look, as if they can read each other’s minds. Mereel pulls you up so that you’re sitting up and you groan as he reaches a new angle, wrapping his arms around your chest, holding you up while Ordo’s hands never leave your waist. 

“Still good?” Mereel checks.

“Maker, yes.” You groan, resting your head back against his shoulder. 

Ordo starts to thrust up into you as Mereel starts to pull out just to push back into you and you swear to the fucking Maker you see starts. Your moan is desperate at this point. One of Mereel’s hands finds your breast as his other holds you by the throat, his lips start pressing against your neck.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good for us.” Mereel praises you. “Isn’t that right, Ordo?” You look down at Ordo who looks like he’s having some cosmic revelation. He can only nod, biting his lip. 

“Poor Ordo. Look what you’re doing to him.” Mereel bites your earlobe teasingly. “Pussy so fucking devine.” 

Your whimpers sound so pathetic to your own ears, but to them, you sound like an angel, made just for them. 

Mereel’s thrusts become sloppier, the more your hole clenches around his cock, he knows he’s not gonna last much longer. And neither is Ordo by the looks of it. 

Mereel guides you down to Ordo’s chest and starts slamming more unforgivingly into your asshole as you're bent in front of him. 

You start to look back at Mereel but Ordo’s hand around your throat prevents you from doing that, forcing you to kiss him. Not that you’re complaining. You can feel yourself clench both holes, making them both groan, your own moans mixing with them.

“Sound so fucking pretty. Maker.” Mereel groans, so close to the edge.

“Need her to cum again.” Ordo grabs your vibrator and turns it on again, handing it to Mereel. 

“You’re right, vod. Where are my manners?” Mereel smirks, pulling you back up against him, holding you up right as Ordo slams up into you, making you beg and plead for a release. 

Mereel holds the little toy to your clit again and you dig your nails into Ordo’s chest. 

“Oh fuck.” You moan loudly. 

“Atta girl, let it all out.” Mereel praises you.

You let out a string of curses as your edge nears again. Between the vibrator and both holes being filled, you feel like you’re going to explode. A warm feeling settles in your stomach and you know it’s coming. 

And so do they. 

“Osik.” Ordo curses, his eyes rolling back.

They both slam their cocks in and out of you and it’s a completely new euphoric feeling as the band inside you snaps and you feel something wet between your legs as you cum, screaming both of their names. 

Ordo immediately lets go next, his cum painting your walls, bruising your hip and one of your asscheeks from how hard he’s gripping onto you for dear life. Mereel falls over his edge last, his grip on your shoulder tight as he groans loudly. 

You fall to Ordo’s chest, breathing heavily. His arms circle around you as Mereel gently pulls out of you, gasping at the feeling as he falls back to sit on the bed. He watches as his cum drips out of your asshole, mixing with Ordo’s. 

Maker, he thinks to himself, rubbing a hand down his face. 

“Did I imagine things or did I squirt?” You let out a soft giggle.

“You definitely did not imagine that.” Mereel places a soft smack to your asscheek and you let out a soft yelp. “It was magnificent.”

“I’ve never done that before.” You tell them as you roll over onto your side in the crook of Ordo’s arm, looking down at Mereel at the foot of the bed.

Mereel hums and Ordo kisses you. 

“You’re absolutely incredible.” Ordo looks into your eyes, intently, hoping you can see just how much tonight means to him. 

Feelings aren’t Ordo’s area of expertise. Well, honestly, the same goes for Mereel. But they both find themselves feeling something for you that neither one of them are used to feeling. It scares both of them. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, cyar’ika.” Ordo says, sitting up and getting up.

You nod and let him drag you to the fresher, starting the bath water. Mereel trails behind the two of you. 

“Do you care if I use your shower?” Mereel asks, pulling you into his arms as Ordo starts the bath.

“Not at all.” You lean up and kiss him softly. “Will you guys… be staying the night?” 

“Would you like for us to?” Mereel hums. 

You nod. “I would. But… if you guys don’t do that sort of thing, I respect that.”

“I typically don’t.” Mereel admits, and then immediately feels bad when he sees your eyes fall to the ground. “But when I look at you,” He pulls your chin up to look into your eyes. “I can’t help but want to throw out all my bachelor rules.”

You let out a snort. “Bachelor rules?” He rolls his eyes, backing you up against the sink counter. You look up at him with parted lips and then realize he’s opening the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and grabbing some pain relievers. 

“Yeah… I don’t typically kiss the women I sleep with. I don’t stay the night. I don’t do ‘I love yous’. That kind of thing.” Mereel explains.

“But with me?” You take the pain relievers he hands you and swallow them. 

“But with you… something’s different.” He shrugs, leaning down to kiss you.

You think about his words for a moment. You can see the way they look at you. You know he must be telling the truth. 

“And you?” You smile at Ordo.

“Oh, I’m all in.” Ordo smirks.

“Such a loverboy.” Mereel rolls his eyes, playfully.

You slug Mereel in the shoulder and he chuckles. “I think it’s sweet.”

Ordo comes to you and pushes Mereel toward the shower. He kisses you sweetly and you know that this feeling that you have with these two isn’t going away anytime soon. Ordo guides you over toward the bath, getting in first so you can lean against his chest. You rest your head against his shoulder and let him do all the work as he cleans you. Not too long after, you start to feel your eyes drooping, exhaustion quickly settling in. 

“Alright, cyar’ika, let’s get you to bed.” Mereel helps you up out of the bath, wrapping a towel around you and helping dry you off. 

The shower starts to run again and you realize Ordo must be getting a shower now. The realization that he got in the bath just to help you sets in and you can’t help but feel… emotional? How could two men you just met care for you so much so quickly? It’s a scary thought. But also an incredibly nice one. You can see yourself quickly becoming attached to them as well, and caring for them just as much. 

Mereel helps you settle into bed and you realize he put his briefs back on which you give a soft complaint about, making him chuckle. You settle into the crook of his arm and quickly start to fall asleep, only waking up when Ordo gets into bed on the other side of you, throwing his arm gently over your torso. 

“You nervous?” Ordo asks Mereel softly, knowing his brother is still awake even though his eyes are closed.

“Yeah…” Mereel whispers. “But not for what you think I’m nervous about.” 

“Then, what?” Ordo asks, his eyes starting to drift shut.

“Hurting her.” Mereel sighs.

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[coffeeandbatboys]

Riye

(Mando'a; favor after a run of bad luck)

K'oyacyi: a literal order to stay alive

Warnings: mentions of death, Fives Lives!AU fix it. There is a lot of Mando'a in this. Set when Echo and Rex are split from the bad batch. Echo makes some bad jokes about his death. No clonecest here just really close brothers. Cloneshippers DNI I will block you.

The nightmares plagued Rex's mind every night. War had not been kind to his mental health, and the things he'd seen haunted him to the day.

The death of his Vod'ika at the hands of the Coruscant Guard was a regular occurrence in his dreams. Replaying the horrifying image of the blaster bolt burning into Fives' chest.

But he'd get up every morning and face another day of walking on eggshells so as to not catch the eye of the empire.

Which was kriffing hard seeing as he was in the middle of a very large firefight involving athere'sn entire company of Imperial Stormtroopers. He really wished that he hadn't asked Echo to stay with the computer equipment back at the inn, but it wouldn't do any good to wish at this point.

But another voice joined the fray. A clone, no doubt, but underneath a layer of tiredness, a familiar lilt of humor shone through. It made Rex's heart ache to hear it. But he caught sight of the newcomer's armor and nearly cried out. ARC armor. With little flecks of blue paint stubbornly refusing to be scrubbed off, and shoddy patchwork over a hole in the left breastplate. It couldn't be.

"Fives?!" Rex cried, taking his helmet off once they were in the clear.

The hand that held a blaster faltered and fell to his side.

"Rex..."

"How the hell are you still alive, di'kut?"

"Its good to see you too Captain. Not really sure, to answer your question." He said, taking his bucket off and flashing a sad smile.

Rex pulled the ARC Trooper close.

"I've got someone who's been waiting a long time to see you."

Fives cocked his head to the side, but Rex didn't offer an explanation right away, just turned and led his little brother by the hand.

"Long story short, Echo never died."

Fives shook his head. "What the kark did you just say?"

"He was given over to the techno union so they could use his brain to mine our battle plans. He's got a whole cybernetic getup but he looks very, very different."

When they reached the inn, Rex ordered Fives (who was still trying to process the earlier information) to put his bucket on and stay quiet in the main room. A minute later, he returned with an odd looking clone who bore gray and red armor, and had a scomp attachment on one arm.

"I'm not sure how to tell you boys this but everything you thought you knew is wrong."

"What are you talking about, Rex?" Echo deadpanned, Causing Fives to still.

"Echo, it seems we've found—"

Before the captain could finish his introduction, Fives had taken his helmet off again, earning a groan from the former.

It was Echo's turn to go rigid. He slowly removed his own helmet, revealing his teary eyes.

"It can't be. You're supposed to be-" Echo was cut off by Fives lunging forward to wrap his twin in the biggest hug of their lives. It took Echo a second to get his bearings and return the gesture, but he was still in shock.

"Stars, Echo, what did they do to you?" He asked, pulling away to hold his brother's pale face in his hands. Tears were gathering in his eyes as they frantically searched Echo's.

Echo gave a lopsided grin. "Turns out you get new a cool new set of limbs when you get blown up."

This caused a pained cry to rise from Fives' throat at the terrible joke.

"I thought you were dead."

"I could say the same about you!"

Echo leaned his forehead against Fives'. They hadn't noticed that Rex left to force knew where until that moment.

After hours of talking, the twins were exhausted. They'd hardly left each other's side since they'd been reunited. And neither one was planning on doing so any time soon. But they needed rest, so they had moved to one of the two beds, still opting to be close.

"Do you remember what we told each other the morning before..." Echo didn't really want to finish the sentence.

"Yeah." Fives scoffed. "K'oyacyi."

Echo giggled. "Yeah that went up in flames. Kinda like I did."

Fives groaned "You need to stop joking about that di'kut. You 'dying' really messed me up."

Echo's stomach dropped. He remembered crying his heart out after Rex told him what had happened to Fives. Or what they'd thought happened.

"Hey," Echo spoke in the same reassuring voice he used when one of the dominoes woke up from a nightmare when they were cadets. "I'm right here, Fives. You're here. What more could we ask for? We kept our promise. K'oyacyi."

Fives' grip on his brother tightened a little bit.

"Ner Vod, I don't ever want to watch you die again. You're my brother; I love you. I just...I can't do that again."

"I love you too, Fives'ika. I promise you won't. I'm here."

When Rex came back, he was met with Fives sleeping soundly on one of the beds, and Echo sprawled out over half of his twin brother's torso. Both had a death grip like beskar on each other. His domino vod'ikas, back together again.

[suzukiblu]

just read "match and kon and the time magic made them do it" and now i feel like a dumbass for not reading it in time to know i'd want to request it for this wip wednesday.... so you can either consider this a delayed request if u feel like it or a "omg this is sooooo good i can't wait to see more of it" comment lol

“You are not helping with the orgasm math, Rob,” Thirteen accuses sourly. “You are actually fucking up all the math right now. Physics is gonna break and it'll be your fault.” 

“Well, Match came again after you two fucked the bed into matchsticks–no pun intended, but appropriately enough–and you creamed yourself like a bitch in heat when he spanked your triple-stuffed ass,” Tim reports casual and easy. Thirteen makes a strangled noise. Match rolls his eyes in exasperation. “So the score's five to three, your favor. Unless we’re scoring this more like golf, anyway, in which case you’re getting fucking destroyed here. Again, no pun intended."

“I hate you so much,” Thirteen mutters, fully hiding his face in his hands. It does absolutely nothing to hide the blazingly red flush all over his skin. Match remains entirely unimpressed with everything about him, as usual.

[nahoney22]

The Right Guy***

Crosshair X F!Reader X Tech

word count: 5k

With two guys fawning over you, you’re left in the difficult position of picking the right one for you. But, something tells you that you always knew who.

warnings: NSFW so 18+ only. Female reader, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, mutual pining. Mentions of jealousy, brother rivalry, love triangle trope (no clonecest), Tech is rejected, slight bitterness, embarrassing moment, fluff but angst, swearing, aftercare, not proofread. This is primarily a Crosshair centred fic.

authors note: request for my incredible friend @raevulsix - love u so much and everything you do. Enjoy. ♥️

Never in a million lifetimes would you fathom the notion of two people fighting for your affections. Yet, as you inadvertently eavesdropped on Crosshair and Tech engaging in a heated exchange one night within the cockpit of the Marauder, you realised the gravity of the predicament rather quickly.

Initially, a glimmer of satisfaction twinkled within you. It was almost as if you were exalted, relishing the fact that two men who were more or less polar opposites were locked in a contentious rivalry over you.

However, that moment of self-smugness swiftly vanished, replaced by a profound sense of dread as you comprehended the complete unintended consequences of your actions. To the best of your knowledge, you had not deliberately misled anyone. You had maintained a civil and friendly demeanor towards all the Batchers, but evidently, certain emotional attachments had formed with two of them.

Rather than revealing yourself upon hearing their argument, you stealthily retreated to your bunk, resolute in addressing the situation in the morning. However, the dawn couldn't arrive quick enough. You lay awake, restlessly tossing and turning for hours on end, fixating your gaze upon Crosshair's adjacent bunk and Tech's elevated one directly above yours.

“This is so stupid.” You grumbled to yourself in a huff, not meaning to speak aloud which is why you let out a small shriek when a voice replied.

“And what would that be?” You sat up abruptly, narrowly missing hitting your head off the bunk above and stare over at Echo’s form at the end of your bed.

“Crap, sorry Echo. Did I wake you?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head dismissively, “dumb and dumber however…” his voice trailed off, hinting that he was well aware of the cause behind your restless state.

You sank back into your bedding, rubbing your hands wearily over your face. "Echo, I honestly had no idea any of this would happen," you lamented, frustration seeping through your voice.

Echo chuckled lightly as he settled himself at the end of your bed. "It ain't your fault. Those two have had their sights set on you for quite some time."

A warmth spread within you at his words. "Really?" you couldn't help but inquire, finding no reason for Echo to lie to you.

Despite the tumultuous nature of two brothers currently turning against each other in the cockpit, again comes a self-centered thought as part of you couldn't help but revel in the fact that one of them, in particular, held feelings for you.

He had captured your attention from the very beginning, but you knew it was best to remain silent about your attraction. After all, you were simply stationed as their medic, and forming attachments was frowned upon and of course, complicated. However, there was something undeniably magnetic about him.

"Yes, really," Echo affirmed, drawing you out of your thoughts. Both of you trained your eyes on the cockpit door as it suddenly hissed open, revealing Crosshair stealthily making his way to the opposite end of the ship. Before disappearing from sight, he cast you a - dare you say - meaningful glance. You exhaled deeply, relieved that he hadn't overheard your conversation. Turning back to Echo, you posed the question that weighed heavily on your mind, "What should I do?"

Echo appeared equally perplexed, finding himself at a loss for an answer. While he had witnessed the occasional squabble over girls during his time with the 501st, this situation seemed to transcend just mere disagreements over a girl at 79’s.

"I don't know," he admitted, a hint of uncertainty coloring his words. "Perhaps you should talk to both of them. Express your feelings about the situation and make it clear that you want no part in their rivalry."

Observing a flicker of apprehension in your eyes, Echo's own widened slightly. "Unless... Do you feel differently?"

Preferring not to disclose which of the two had captured your feelings, lest rumors being spread, you thanked Echo for the chat. Settling back into your bedding, you willed your weary body to succumb to sleep, hoping that dreams would offer respite from this mess.

»»————-　🌙 　————-««

As the morning arrived, you awoke to Hunter gently shaking your shoulder, urging you to prepare for the upcoming mission. However, all movement ceased as the familiar sounds of another altercation erupted from the cockpit.

Furrowing your brow, you composed yourself and secured your hair tightly in place before cautiously approaching the scene.

"I'm simply stating that she would be better off accompanying me on this mission. I'll require her assistance,"

“Oh yeah? And why is that, Tech?” Crosshair snarled at his brother, who remained engrossed in his datapad, visibly annoyed by his younger sibling's persistent questioning and obvious jealousy.

"There are numerous tasks for which she is highly capable. Sending her with you to scout the area is a futile strategy and a waste of her abilities," Tech replied matter-of-factly. Both of them were aware of your presence, yet neither bothered to turn and acknowledge you.

You sidled up beside Wrecker, whispering up to him, "What's happening?" His response came in the form of a chuckle.

"They're fighting over ya."

Shifting uncomfortably, you observed the ongoing bickering about who should be your partner. "Again?" you muttered to yourself more than to Wrecker.

Eventually, you reached your limit and stepped in between the warring brothers. "Can you two please speak to me as if I'm actually here?" you asserted, your gaze shifting between them. Their mouths snapped shut as you glared at each of them with equal intensity. "And to answer your questions, I'll be partnering with Hunter," you huffed and walked away before either of them could utter a word.

"Nice one," Crosshair grumbled to his goggled brother, who merely sighed and shook his head.

"I believe she's irritated with both of us. It also hasn't escaped my notice that she overheard our argument last night as she was going to bed," Tech mumbled, adjusting his goggles on his nose before ensuring he had all the necessary equipment before the departure.

Crosshairs frown remained etched on his face as he watched you storm off, accompanied by the rest of the team. His heart pounded in his chest, a foreign sensation that revealed his nerves—a feeling he was unfamiliar with. He understood that the odds of winning your affection were slim, especially with Tech as his rival. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if you wanted nothing to do with either of them.

»»————-　🌙 　————-««

"You want to talk about it?" Hunter's voice broke through your thoughts as you scouted ahead together, lost in your own world. His words resonated, not requiring his enhanced senses to detect the tension in the air.

"There's not much to say," you grunted, pushing through some bushes. "Other than the fact that things are incredibly awkward for me."

Hunter chuckled, parting some foliage and helping you through. "Why don't you just tell both of them that you're not interested? Simple."

If only it were that easy.

Hunter swiftly picked up on your sudden silence.

He stopped and looked at you, unscrewing the canteen attached to his hip and passing it to you. "Unless you feel differently?"

"Funny," you replied, mouthing him a quick thanks as you took a drink. "Echo said the same thing."

"So, you have feelings for them?" Hunter's surprise was evident, yet not entirely unexpected. "Don't you think it's best to tell Crosshair and Tech that?”

You sighed, "Of course I like both of them," you rolled your eyes, aware that the time had come to address your true feelings. "But... I like Crosshair more, okay?"

Hunter's reaction was a mix of surprise and understanding. "Why don’t you let him know?”

“But what about Tech? How do I tell him I prefer his brother?” You groaned, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you, more stressful than the war itself.

Hunter hums thoughtfully, attaching his canteen back to his hip as you both proceeded ahead, “Tech would not take it to heart. He may be a little bitter but not as much as Crosshair would be.”

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better," you muttered miserably.

As you both crouched down, surveying the settlement you were tasked to infiltrate, it became clear that it was too early to approach without detection. Deciding to wait it out until nightfall, Hunter informed the rest of the team via comms to exercise the plan.

"So," Hunter began, getting comfortable on the ground and removing his helmet, placing it aside. "Why Crosshair?"

Blushing, you found it difficult to put your feelings into words. You shrugged nonchalantly. "Are you really asking me this?"

“Yeah,” he smirks, “it’s kind of interesting that out of any of us, you settle on the one who doesn’t really speak.”

You chuckled and nodded, understanding his point. "He's just... different. In a good way," you said simply, not wanting to delve into the depth of your emotions and explain why you believed he was the most remarkable person you knew.

“Sure he doesn’t talk much and he’s a stubborn git, but I just like him, y'know? He’s always been nice to me and I just feel a type of way around him.”

“I’m aware,” Hunter replies coyly which only adds a heat to your blush. Of course he knew. He probably heard the way your heart rattled against your rib cage when Crosshair walks on by.

You're tugging at the grass on the ground, almost like a small child when she’s feeling bashful about her feelings. "And he's quite attractive," you whispered quietly, more to yourself than to Hunter, but he heard and stifled a laugh.

"I'm sure he'd love to hear that," Hunter chuckled, playing with his knife idly during the wait.

"What, and boost his ego? I don't think so," you replied, joining in the laughter. However, your amusement quickly faded when a snapped twig caught your attention. Mortification washed over you as you looked up to find none other than the subject of your conversation leaning confidently against a tree.

"You can't boost my ego about something I already know," Crosshair smirked from behind his helmet, his voice modulated, further unsettling your already unsteady heartbeat.

Hunter looks between the two of you, his frown deepening as he scolds his comrade, "And why aren't you at your post?"

Crosshair pushes himself off the tree and strides toward you, standing in front of you and causing you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. He then crouches down, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. "Well, Sarge, I would've stayed if I hadn't overheard a certain someone confess their feelings for me."

Your brows furrow, attempting to suppress the sinking feeling of being overheard. "How did you hear?" Hunter inquiries on your behalf, relieving you from the need to find words that seem to escape you.

Crosshair nods towards his wrist, directing your gaze to his device. Horror washes over you as your eyes widen. "Hunter! You left your comm on?" You slap at his wrist, disconnecting the transmission, and feel a sense of despair at the turn of events. If Crosshair heard, then... Oh no. Tech.

"So, you have feelings for me?" His helmet hissed as he removed it, while Hunter discreetly walked off, leaving you two alone to have a brief conversation and is likely hitting his head against the tree at his stupid mistake.

You fidget with your fingers, feeling a mix of nervousness. "I really didn't want you to find out this way... I'm sorry."

He chuckles, a dark and captivating sound that sets your heart ablaze. Must he be so enchanting while you're in the midst of embarrassment? "Do you not think I feel the same about how you found out about me liking you? Arguing with Tech?"

"I suppose not," you respond, averting your gaze, finding his intense stare too much to handle. But then his hand gently brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. We don't need to hide it," he whispers, his face now just inches away from yours.

Your eyes flutter closed instinctively, embracing his closeness and the warmth of his minty breath. "No," you sigh shakily, filled with eagerness at the prospect of Crosshair possibly, finally, kissing you, "I suppose we don't."

He inches even closer, his nose grazing against yours as his breath intertwines with yours. His composure remains steady, displaying his calmness amidst your own trembling knees. Thank goodness you're seated.

His lips ghost over yours, but suddenly, a pang of realization hits you. "Wait, no." You pull back, meeting his concerned gaze.

"What's wrong?" he asks, a tinge of nervousness evident in his expression at your sudden rejection.

"I... I should really talk to Tech first. I owe him that much," you explain, grappling with the weight of your decision. It doesn't feel right to fully embrace Crosshair when another man is vying for your affections. You want to handle this situation with honesty and fairness. "I need to talk to Tech before moving forward."

Crosshair observes you and absorbs your words. "You know, that's one of the many things I like about you, kitten," he compliments, his finger gently grazing your chin. "Always so selfless."

You mentally moan at his touch, the subtle gesture melting your resolve. However, you know you must focus on speaking with Tech and hope that he doesn't resent you. It doesn't feel right to leap into a relationship with Crosshair while another man's emotions are still at stake. "Thank you," you rasp, watching as he stands and readjusts his helmet on his head.

"When you're ready, you know where to find me, princess.”

»»————-　🌙 　————-««

"Tech, can I talk to you?" you ask, trying to gauge his reaction. He doesn't immediately look up, engrossed in his work. It's hard to tell whether he's avoiding eye contact with you or simply immersed in the task at hand.

"Is this in regard to what was said over the transmission?" he replies, still not lifting his head to meet your gaze. Your stomach swirls in guilt as there was a mix of disappointment in his tone. Though, there was also a heavy sign of acceptance too.

You’re somewhat relieved to find that Tech is willing to have a conversation with you, despite the tension that had hung in the air between all of you since the awkward revelation. He remains focused on his task under the control panel as you approach him.

"Yeah, listen, I'm sorry that you found out this way. I wanted to tell you to your face, but-"

"There is no need for the apology," he interrupts, finally sitting up and wiping his hands against his legs. He looks up at you, holding a spanner in his hand. "I am not entitled to receive an apology when it is I who should be saying sorry."

You tilt your head in confusion. "What for?"

He starts twirling the tool around in his hand, speaking calmly. "Well, Crosshair and I arguing about our feelings for you is not how I would have wanted you to find out about my own unexplainable feelings for you. Although you prefer Crosshair, and I fail to understand why he has captured your affections more,” he trails off with a subtle eye roll but notices the look on your face.

“I... I am simply happy if you are happy. I won't be distant from you, aside from keeping my feelings in check. You are still, and always will be, my friend."

You decide not to delve into the reasons why you like Crosshair, as Tech is already aware of them. Instead, you express your gratitude. "I appreciate your kindness and understanding. You're a good man, Tech."

He responds with a touch of modesty, twirling the spanner in his hand. "That is subjective, depending on the person... but thank you nonetheless. I hope Crosshair treats you the way you deserve to be treated." A small hint of a smile graces his face, and thankfully, you detect no signs of hatred or bitterness, aside from his genuine confusion about your preference for Crosshair.

You stay and chat for a while, engaging in casual small talk that eases the tension between you. It feels good to have a normal conversation with Tech, reaffirming the friendship that underlies everything. As for Crosshair, you held back for a while.

Just because you cleared the air with Tech doesn't mean you’re comfortable enough to jump into Crosshairs arms straight away. So with a few flirtatious gazes between the two of you, it isn’t until a week or two (you can never tell when you’re away doing missions) when the two of you get a chance to talk. Alone.

The Marauder is quiet, the others having left to do something or other when you decide to stay behind. It had been a hectic few days and even though there was still a small amount of tension left between Crosshair and Tech, overall it was better than before.

As you sat on the steps of the Marauder, gazing up at the scattered stars, a familiar noise caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Crosshair emerging from the distance, his talon frame unmistakable. The thrill of knowing he had come back just to see you coursed through your veins, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in your mind, wondering if there was something more serious driving his return.

"You're back early," you commented, your voice steady as you tried to maintain a cool demeanor.

"Problem?" he replied, stopping at the foot of the steps, a playful smirk gracing his features as he towered over you once again.

"Not at all," you smirked back, though you couldn't help but hold your arms over your chest, attempting to conceal the unsteady rhythm of your heartbeat. "But why are you back?"

His gaze locked onto yours, studying you intently as he slid his rifle off his shoulder, letting it thud onto the floor. With a toothpick hanging between his teeth, he plucked it out and held it between his fingers. "I had to see you."

You gulped, feeling your shyness overwhelm you as his presence grew closer. "Oh yeah?" you managed to say, your voice betraying your nerves.

Crosshair chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes as he sensed the mix of excitement and nervousness radiating from you. Flicking the toothpick to the ground, he slowly leaned in, causing you to slide back against the steps as his hands landed on either side of you. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of your connection.

"Yeah," he whispered, his voice laced with desire and a touch of vulnerability.

Your heart races as Crosshair leans closer, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. The space between you feels charged with anticipation, and you find yourself becoming acutely aware of every breath and every beat of your heart.

You maintain eye contact with him, a mixture of curiosity and desire in your gaze. The tension between you both is insane, and you can't help but feel a surge of excitement deep within you. After all, you felt like you had been waiting for this moment forever.

His voice, deep and velvety, sends shivers down your spine as he continues, his words laced with a hint of playfulness. "I couldn't resist the thought of seeing you again."

A faint smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you feel your own nervousness dissipating, replaced by a growing sense of comfort in his presence. "Well, I can't say I'm disappointed to see you either."

Crosshair’s hands, strong and steady, remain planted on either side of you, creating a tantalizing closeness that makes your heart flutter. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, his own breath mingling with yours.

As the air crackles with unspoken desire, you gather the courage to speak. "What really brought you back, Crosshair? Is everything alright?"

His smirk widens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Everything's fine, darling. I just couldn't stay away any longer."

The electricity in the air is palpable as he leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. His pet names he gives you make you weak and excited. Your breath hitches in anticipation, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within you.

But instead of closing the gap, Crosshair surprises you by pausing, his gaze filled with a newfound tenderness. "Do you still want to wait a while?”

You melt at his words, despite his intense demeanour he is effortlessly so soft and courteous of you. You reach up, gently placing a hand on his cheek, your touch warm against his stubbled skin. "I don’t think I can wait any longer. I can’t get you out of my mind."

He leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding and closes the remaining distance between you, capturing your lips.

His kiss is soft and chaste, pulling back to see your dazed eyes. “Kitten, do you truly want me?”

“Yes,” you breathe, leaning up to kiss him, “I want you. I need you.”

He kisses back with urgency, your fingers tangled in the short tuffs of his silver locks. The steps you're leaning on are uncomfortable but you didn’t care as long as it was him you were kissing on them. He positions himself between your legs, knee pressing accidentally to your core that emits a soft moan from you.

He smiles against the plumpness of your now slightly bruised lips, “Did that feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, not at all embarrassed at obvious signs of your arousal.

He leans down, kissing the softness of your neck as his hands find your waist. “Have you ever been touched down there?” His words are raspy and sent shivers down your spine.

“Not for a while,” you admit, breathless. “You can touch me...”

Crosshair is slick, his hand coming down between both of your legs as he gently cups your pussy through your pants and groans in satisfaction at how he can feel how aroused you got so easily. “You’re dripping already, aren’t you? You’ve been wanting me for the last two weeks haven’t you?”

You cracked a short laugh, “try the last few months.”

Something snaps in Crosshair at your words because in a second your pants are being ripped from your body and tossed caressly onto the ground. He pulls away from the trail of kisses he was planting along your neck and down your body. He lowers himself on the steps and you shudder at the cool night air fanning against your exposed body.

Slowly, he hooks a finger in your panties and pulls them to the side. The look on his face is no better way described than enamored. “Oh kitten, you’ve got a very pretty pussy.” He sighs softly, his breath fanning against your sex that has you chewing hard on your lower lip.

“It’s all for you, Crosshair.” Anticipation lingers in the air until he begins to slowly stroke a digit against your soaked lips, collecting your slick on his fingers that he admires with his trained eyes. You were about to tease him, wondering if this had been a fantasy of his when he curls a finger inside of you.

You gasp at the sensation, Crosshair looking up from between your legs with fire in his eyes. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yes,” you moan, propping yourself on your elbows to watch as his wrist turns and starts to pulse in and out of you simultaneously, “fuck that feels really good.”

He smirks in satisfaction, continuing to dip his finger in your wet heat prodding bluntly at your soft insides that have gone slick and trembling. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you clumsily try to rock back onto his dexterous hand. “Eager, sweetie?”

“Can you blame me? I’ve w-wanted you - this - from the start.” Crosshair smirks, the waver in your beautiful voice causing a small bead of precom to leak from his cock. He crooks his finger, stroking your special spot.

Crosshair's whole body was shivering as you, someone he had adored for so long, cries out in pleasure and drips down his wrist. You’re being perfectly responsive to his touch. “That’s it darling,” he whispered, inserting another finger as he looked up at you, seeing your head tilted back, eyes closed, “I want you to look at me.”

You obeyed his order and looked back down at him, hips rocking vigorously as his fingers stretched you out. You lock eyes, something that felt more intimate than what he was doing to you. Or so you thought until he started to lick your pussy. “Oh Crosshair, baby…” you whine at the sensation of his warm, thick tongue.

He revels in your whimpers, moaning against you himself as he laps up your juices, slick glossing over his chin but he didn’t mind at all. “You’re delicious.”

Reddening at his words, your hand lands on the back of his head, gently guiding him as you eagerly ask for more. He was right, you were eager. His tongue flicks violently over your clit, causing you to curse and moan loudly that echoed around the mountainous region. “That’s it kitten, don’t be shy about expressing your wants.” He chuckles, vibrations tickling you pleasantly.

“M-more, please.” You beg, eyes glossing with tears as your release starts to teeter on the edge, the pleasure being too much.

“As you wish,” Crosshair mutters, curling a finger back inside you all the while lapping at your little pearl. “You’re mine, I’m so glad you’re mine.”

If it wasn’t for the feeling of his tongue assaulting your cunt, you’re certain your legs would be shaking at his words and not his actions. “What if the others see us?” You whisper, caring but also half not caring.

He pulls back, looking up at you with sopping wet lips and a smirk, “Then they’ll witness my princess cumming on my tongue,”

He grips your thighs, burying his face back in between your legs when your orgasm hits. Your climax shook your entire body, stars blurring your vision and not just the ones above you both. “F-Fuck, crosshair!”

He pulls away, teasingly sucking on your clit and retreating with a small pop as he watches you come down from your high, caressing your legs gently before picking up pants and gently sliding them back on you.

Both of your breathing is shallow and rough, especially yours, as you find solace in each other's arms. "Are you okay?" he whispers into your hair, his voice filled with concern and tenderness. He lifts you, settling you into his lap and wrapping his arms securely around you.

"Yeah," you reply breathlessly, feeling a wave of exhaustion washing over you. "That was amazing."

He grows quiet, the weight of the situation hanging in the air. Sometimes after such intimate moments, silence speaks louder than words. Eventually, he breaks the silence. "I know the others will be a little confused about us being together."

"Oh? So there is an 'us' at least," you muse, trying to alleviate some of the tension you sense in him. "But can I ask why you think that?" You approach the topic with sensitivity, aware of the serious undertone in his voice.

He blinks, his gaze shifting from you to the stars above. "As they say, I'm not much of a 'conversationalist'," he begins, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "So they're gonna wonder what exactly it is we have in common."

You nod slowly, understanding his concern. But you're not bothered by others' opinions. All that matters is the connection between the two of you and how you can nurture and build your relationship. "I've always enjoyed our chats, even when you didn't speak to me for the first week."

He huffs in amusement, retrieving a toothpick from a small pouch and placing it between his teeth. "I have to admit, I was shy."

You raise an eyebrow in slight shock. The idea of Crosshair being shy seems almost unimaginable. It's as if he can read your thoughts because he playfully nudges you. "Yeah, yeah, odd right?"

Shaking your head with a smile, you lean in and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "That's quite sweet, knowing you were all shy and cutesy around me."

"Cutesy is not the word I'd use," he rolls his eyes playfully, gnawing on the toothpick, "but I think it shows how willing I am to open up to you. Or how easy I find it, anyway."

Your heart flutters at his words, appreciating his willingness to show moments of vulnerability. You watch him, captivated by his features. Despite their sharpness, there's a softness in his eyes that melts your heart. He's truly beautiful.

"What are you looking at?" he asks, not turning to you but sensing your gaze upon him.

"Can I have a toothpick?" you inquire, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes.

Slowly, he turns to look at you, his gaze lingering on your lips and then returning to your eyes. "You know I don't share."

Yet, he reaches back into his pocket and retrieves a toothpick, handing it to you. "But I suppose I won't mind sharing one or two of these with you from time to time."

The two of you continue sitting under the starlit sky, locked in each other's embrace.

Masterlist

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[sev-on-kamino]

Distractions

Two times Tech got distracted during sex, and one time you did. You’re used to Tech getting distracted, and you’ve learned to roll with it, and you think it can’t happen to you.

warnings: Minors DNI (it’s in the divider, saying it again anyway) p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it irl), oral (m receiving), cockwarming if you squint, Crosshair being Crosshair, established relationships, voyeurism, poly, no clonecest, smutty and fluffy

Your breaths are growing shallow, skin glistening with sweat, as you work yourself on top of Tech. His hands grip your hips, head lowered to allow him to bite and suck at your nipples. The muscles in your thighs are crying out, but you’ll be damned if you stop now.

You feel it before you hear it. The subtle shudder through the Marauder. Fuck, you think to yourself, pushing past the burn in your thighs, and guiding one of Tech’s hands to the space between you.

“Play with me, please,” you beg. He indulges you for a moment, nimble fingers circling your sensitive little pearl. You were so close, and if you could keep his focus for just 2 more minutes, you’d get what you were desperately after.

“Darling,” Tech begins breathlessly. “I think our forward stabilizer needs to be calibrated.”

Resisting the urge to grumble, you settle on his lap, and use your toes to spin the chair, so Tech can grab his datapad. On e you spin the pair of you back the other way, Tech wraps his arm around your lower back, and you lean backwards, capturing the necessary cords to plug into the datapad to run a diagnostic. He helps pull you back up, swearing, as your pussy clenches around his cock.

“Focus, Tech,” you tease, plugging the cords into the datapad. While he runs the diagnostic, you reach down between your bodies to rub circles against your clit. This is a well practiced dance. If you help him with whatever has stolen his attention, he can come back to you faster, but sometimes you just needed to cum. This was especially true when your position meant he didn’t even have to separate from you. The feeling of his cock filling you was too good to ignore.

“I only need another moment,” he promises.

“That makes two of us,” you smirked, not slowing down your movements. You watch him work while you chase after your orgasm. The light touching his face makes him look so perfect, your heart actually aches a little.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe out, fingers moving faster, as you squirm in his lap. You’re almost there, and you feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Your thighs tense, and a desperate whine rises out of you.

“Done!” Tech grins, spinning you to lay down his datapad, the motion tumbling you into your climax. You cum, swearing as you work yourself through it. Tech groans and resumes his vice-like grip on your hips, as your fluttering walls beg his cock for the desired response.

“Me too,” you gasp, gripping his bicep with your free hand.

“I’ll be right behind you, cyare.” Tech is meeting your motions in earnest now. Feeling him finally moving like you wanted, has your body building to a second orgasm.

As if he knows, Tech wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls your hand away from your clit.

“Wait for me, please,” he looks up at you, and fuck, you can’t say no to that face. You nod, and lean down to steal a kiss.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” you mutter against his lips.

“Thank you for being as patient as possible,” he replies with a grin.

“Only for you, Tech…but not for long, I’m so close.”

“I am as well. Keep being my patient girl, and you’ll get exactly what you want,” he promises.

Tech always keeps his promises, and you leave the cockpit with his cum dripping down your thighs.

***

When Crosshair walked into the cockpit, he fully expected to see Tech working on some project or another, and you sitting in the co-pilot’s seat with your feet propped up on the console. Tech would lecture any of them for doing it, but he had a soft spot for you, like they all did, which meant you could get away with murder.

In fact there was a long list of things Crosshair could have walked in on that would have made sense to him, but the sight that met his eyes had him questioning his perfect vision.

Tech was working on a project alright, but stripped down to only the lower half of his blacks. And you? Well, you were sitting there in your panties, wearing the top half of Tech’s blacks, holding a tool in place while Tech fiddled with the piece of machinery on the floor between you.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked, placing a toothpick between his teeth, and leaning against the doorway. As strange as the situation was, Crosshair wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you in your panties, even though he’d seen you totally naked in the refresher this morning.

“If you must know, cyare gave me an excellent idea on improving our communications array, and I wanted to start working on it right away,” Tech replied without looking up.

Equally unconcerned with just how underdressed you are, you beam at Tech, so pleased you could inspire him.

“This is not foreplay, Tech,” Crosshair says with a smirk.

“It could be, if you’d get outta here,” you reply, shifting your position to give Tech room to access a different area.

“Fine, I’m going, but next time we’re cleaning my rifle,” he trails off suggestively.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it topless,” you say with a wink.

After Crosshair closes the door behind him, you turn your attention back to Tech, who’s looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“What?” You ask, brow furrowed. His eyes are traveling down your body, taking in the sight of you in his blacks.

“You look lovely wearing my clothes,” he says finally, leaning forward to kiss you softly before he goes back to working, a small satisfied smile on his face.

“Thank you,” you reply, unable to stop smiling, as you resume your work as his assistant.

***

Back to back missions for roughly 14 rotations had left no time for anything more than inhaling a ration bar here and there, and closing your eyes for just enough time to keep your body going. Leisure time? You remembered the concept, but you were starting to feel like you’d never know rest, pleasure, or real food again.

When Hunter announced you’d be in hyperspace long enough for everyone to sleep, the collective sigh of relief through the room could have been felt 3 systems over.

The five of you gathered into the cockpit to share a meal together, ration bars still because you weren’t that lucky. You perched yourself on Wrecker’s lap, as you were absolutely starved for some human contact that wasn’t ‘pass me that detonator’ or being tackled out of the way.

“Maker, these taste so much better when you’re not also worried about getting shot,” you giggle, only slightly delirious from exhaustion.

“I was just thinking the opposite,” Crosshair replied with an uncharacteristic chuckle.

“Crosshair’s laughing,” Wrecker practically sang, adding his laughter to the chorus.

“Oh fuck, he is!” your voice comes out higher now, followed swiftly by peals of laughter. You simply couldn’t stop. Clapping your hand over your mouth, you look around at them. Your muffled giggles are still rolling, and Crosshair’s soft laughter shakes his shoulders. Wrecker’s wrapped an arm around you, so you don’t fall, as his deep chuckles rumble through you.

Hunter opens his mouth to say something, but his lips twitch towards a smile before he’s trying to hold back laughter too.

“You all require rest. Expeditiously,” Tech says, finding the sight of the four of you amusing, but still resisting the urge to burst out laughing. “I’ll take first watch,” he announces, as the laughter increases in intensity.

Rolling his eyes, he stands up, and starts leading you all back to your bunks one by one. First Crosshair, then Hunter, then he comes back to scoop you out of Wrecker’s arms.

As he lifts you, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Tech,” you giggle softly, as he helps you out of your armor, and into your bunk.

“Rest well, darling,” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and closing the privacy curtain. You’re asleep before his steps fade down the corridor.

You wake up a few hours later, warm and confused. How long had you been out? You look at your watch and realize there’s no way it hasn’t been your turn on watch yet. Climbing out of your bunk, and wrapping your blanket around yourself to make your way to the cockpit.

Tech is in the pilot’s chair, relaxing as the soft glow of hyperspace washes over him. He looks peaceful, beautiful, and your body suddenly remembers that you haven’t been properly loved on in two weeks.

“Why didn’t you come get me?” You ask, approaching him and leaning down to kiss his face.

“You were delirious when I put you to bed. And a mere 3 hours of sleep did not seem sufficient,” he replies easily.

“Maker, you take such good care of me,” you groan, and lean down to take his lips instead this time. Not only did it make your heart soar that Tech had been concerned for your wellbeing, but you hadn’t kissed him like this in so many days, you’d forgotten how blissful it feels. He raises a hand to grab the back of your head to hold you in place.

“Fuck, sorry,” you pull back, biting your lip. “I’m not supposed to be distracting you…but I honestly think it would only take like 5 minutes be-“

“Yes, whatever you’re suggesting. Please, cyare,” Tech cuts you off to stand up, and start pulling his clothes off as fast as he can. You don’t wait for a formal invitation, and shimmy out of your blacks before laying the blanket on the floor, and sinking to your knees.

Tech is already half hard from the kiss, and you both moan deeply when you take him into your mouth. Your hands grip his hips, while his find their way into your hair. You’re always happy to please him this way, but after two weeks of not so much as a smack on the ass, you’re more enthusiastic than you’ve ever been.

The swollen head of his cock presses insistently on the back of your throat, and you swallow eagerly around the intrusion, causing him to swear above you. One of your hands slides down off of his body to dance over your aching pussy. It felt heavenly to touch yourself for pleasure, and not to slap on bacta gel.

“You can’t keep this up, darling,” Tech moans. “I won’t last.”

You pull back with a pout and look up at him. He’s breathing hard, and gazing at you with so much affection and lust. Your heart is aching just as badly as the rest of your touch starved body. His cock still hovers near your lips, and you smirk up at him before deliberately licking the tip like it’s a lollipop.

“I don’t want you to last, love, I want you to cum,”

Tech bites his lip to keep from moaning. He couldn’t resist you when you were direct like that, but he also wasn’t going to let you keep him from making you cum on his cock. Watching you swallow was a treat, but finishing inside you was bliss.

“And I promise I will. Lie back for me, cyare.”

You would do anything for him, if he asked you in that sinful voice. You lay back on the blanket, parting your legs slowly and reaching down to tease your clit. He settled between your legs, running his hands over your thighs before gripping them tightly, and pulling you forward, as he pressed forward to meet you.

His cock slowly entered you, drawing the most desperate and obscene moan out of you. When he was fully sheathed within you, he took your lips. You returned his kiss with fervor, giving him a little squeeze to encourage him to move.

“So impatient,” he mutters against your lips before pulling out slowly, and sliding back in harder than the first time.

“Tech,” you whine. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words, darling,” he teases, giving you a shallow thrust.

“Please fuck me, hard,” you beg. Normally you’d be a brat about this, but your priorities are different tonight.

“With pleasure.” He’s moving now, hips meeting yours with purpose, as he drives into you. Your moans of his name sound like a prayer, as you take everything he’s giving you.

You’re so focused on Tech and where the two of you are merged, you miss the door opening, and Crosshair dropping into the seat next to you until he clears his throat. You look up at him, face heating up instantly despite the fact that everyone on this ship has seen you naked, and, more importantly, been in this exact position with you.

He smirks down at you, and rolls his toothpick from one side to the other.

“So loud, doll,” he chides you with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He’s surprised but proud that Tech is the one who has taken advantage of the down time to reconnect with you, and he had to come and see it for himself.

You’re happy to invite him to join you, but Tech moves his hand between your bodies to rub luxurious circles over your clit.

“Tech,” you whine, looking up at Crosshair. Tech doesn’t so much as glance in his brother’s direction. He uses his free hand to gently grasp your face, and make you look at him again.

“I promised I’d cum for you, and I know you’re close,” His voice is low and dripping with lust. Fuck.

“But Cross-.”

“Can wait his turn,” Tech finishes your sentence and effectively ends the discussion. The past two weeks of nothing have pushed him right to the edge of his patience, and he needs you to himself right now.

You keep your eyes trained on him, and your body focuses on his ministrations. His cock, his hands, his lips, all working in concert to bring you over the edge.

Surprisingly, the sniper stays quiet, and leaves you to it, though he would normally steal some of your attention as well. He understood the show of possessiveness, as it was usually him demanding all of your focus, and he was willing to wait…just this once.

You cum just as fast as you’d suspected you would, and as Tech spills inside of you, you moan his name, thanking him and kissing every bit of him you can reach. He returns your affections, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you up and into his lap.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” he whispers into your ear.

“Thank you for being as patient as possible,” you reply softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

[yunggoblin]

Hello!! I just read "A Not So Silent Night" and omg so hot. I love jealous Hunter and cocky Crosshair. If you're interested, could we get a little Hunter/Reader/Crosshair sandwich with some competitive vibes?

(and if you like, maybe some Hunter/Crosshair sprinkled in too? Reader's gotta make sure they aren't *actually* fighting, after all.)

Double Affection - Hunter and Crosshair (18+)

Pairing: Hunter x Female!Reader x Crosshair // Hunter x Crosshair

Summary: It's not easy sharing two dominate brothers but you somehow manage.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Cussing, Shower!Sex, Anal, Clonecest, PiV, Minors DNI

Word Count: 2,823K

Note: I did reach out to this anon and they requested it to be Fem!Reader.

The lukewarm water sprayed down your achy back as you leaned forward, your forehead pressed against the cool shower wall. Your hair was soaked, sticking to your damp skin as the water continued to run down your tense muscles sliding down your spine.

Today was anything but easy. The Marauder decided to act up in the worst possible time, making you and the clones stranded on some Maker awful back waters planet, stranded. While Tech and Echo fixed the ship Hunter did rations check while Wrecker and Omega goofed off in a nearby field. You wanted to join them and relax but Crosshair had different plans for you.

Target practice.

You’d groan not liking the idea but knowing you needed the practice and Crosshair was an excellent teacher. Sometimes too excellent. One shot after another you’d improve only to slowly get tired as the recoil of the blaster made your shoulder ache. The blaster having a bit of a kick fire, digging into your soft flesh, you haven’t built up a callus which caused you to whine and whimper after each shot.

“Again.” Crosshair’s voice spoke and you compiled, anything to make him proud.

Leaning away from the wall the water ran down your frontside making you hiss loudly as the slightest pressure of water hit the large bruise forming on your shoulder. Looking down at it your eyes gazed over your discoloration skin, turning into a dark bluish purple from the butt of the blaster.

“Kriff.” You sighed.

Hunter wasn’t going to like this.

Just like that there was a soft knock on the door, whooshing open and close bringing a cool air rolling into the steamy fresher. “Mesh’la?” Hunter's voice rang out softly, calling for you.

Kriff.

Your tongue swiped over your wet lips before you answered. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” You could hear him take a step closer to the shower. “When you came back after shooting practice you seemed… quite and bit distanced.” Hunter trailed off. “Did he do something?”

You couldn’t help but to let out a soft laugh at Hunter’s overprotectiveness towards you, but you knew he wasn’t going to be happy at the new and large bruise you had. “No Hunter, Crosshair didn’t do anything to me. You should know he wouldn’t.”

“I know, I just had to make sure.” No words were spoken for a few seconds, the only sound was the water falling on the floor and down the drain as you kept soaking your body under the waterfall.

“So, you’re okay?” Hunter asked once more to reassure.

“Just a little sore.” You spoke truthfully, you weren’t lying but you didn’t want him to worry.

“Would you like me to join you and give you a massage?” You could hear Hunter shuffling his feet in a shy manner.

“I’d love a massage.” You broke out into a smile hearing Hunter quickly fumble over his clothes, getting naked. You knew he was going to see the bruise sometime so might as well have him see it now before it got even worse.

Feeling the cool breeze along your skin made you break out into goosebumps as he pulled back the curtain and stepped inside. He immediately knew something was wrong while your back was still turned to him, not greeting him once he fully stepped in. “Mesh’la?” Hunter’s voice was back to its soft tone, full of curiosity and concern. His hand placed upon your shoulder where the bruise was, his long slender fingers were on top of it as you let out a soft wince. Hunter quickly pulled back his touch and moved his hands upon your waist, forcing you to spin around to look at him. A loud gasp escaped his lips at the sight of the new marking.

“Karking hells, Y/N.” A hard frown settled upon his mouth as he looked at the painful bruise. He raised his hand up, fingers just barely brushing over it making you whine out in pain just by the soft touch. Hunter’s eyebrows knitted together, angry at Crosshair. “Next time I see him, I’m gonna-“

“Gonna what?” A smooth voice behind the curtain question. You didn’t even notice that the door contracted and Crosshair entered.

“Crosshair.” Hunter snarled. “You pushed her too far during practice.” Hunter grabbed the curtain, harshly pulling it back and exposed your naked body to him. Your nipples become stiff as the cool air danced along your chest.

Crosshair’s gaze lingered over your bare chest, admiring your breasts before he got to look at the bruise. “It’s training, how else is she going to learn that the blaster has a bit of a kick to it.” He shrugged nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Doing it a few times is fine, not for two hours straight.” Hunter snarled, he kept track of how long you two were gone for earlier today.

“Would you prefer her to find out about the recoil on the battlefield or during practice?” Crosshair sneered at his brother. The two brothers stared down at each other, glaring and on edge.

“Okay, enough of this you two.” You placed your hand upon Hunter’s wet chest. “I’m fine, Hunter, really I am.” You promised. “Crosshair is just trying to make me better.” Hunter’s shoulder sagged, becoming less tense as you confronted him. “But you.” It was now Crosshair’s turn to be scolded. “You know Hunter is protective of me Cross, don’t be mad at him.”

Crosshair frowned, his eyes softening as he looked over at the large bruise painted on your shoulder and slightly going into your inner armpit where the butt of the blaster was snugged in. “If it hurt so much why didn’t you tell me?” Crosshair sounded sad, hurt that you didn’t inform him about your condition.

“Come here, Cross.” You tilted your head towards the shower, inviting him in. Crosshair didn’t hesitate, stripping himself from his blacks that he put on earlier he tossed them into a small pile and stepped inside, wedging himself behind you and his back against facing the shower head, shielding your body from the water. “M’sorry I didn’t say anything before.” You leaned into Crosshair’s touch, your back pressed up against his chest, lulling your head back over his shoulder you nuzzle your face into his neck. “I just wanted to impress you.”

“You always impress me, cyare.” Crosshair placed his hands upon your waist, pulling you back against him, wanting to feel you closer. His cock nudging against your ass cheeks makes him already hard. “Can I make it up to you?” Crosshair turned his head, facing you as you stared up at him with a smile.

“I think I can think of a few ways.” You giggled, eyes sliding towards Hunter as he watched. “Maybe Hunter here can help too?” You hummed.

Crosshair’s brown eyes looked at Hunter with a bit of a dominate glare and mumbled; “I suppose he can help.”

“Good boy.” You whispered to Crosshair about being a team player.

“What do you have in mind, Mesh’la?” Hunter’s hands came up, cupping your breasts as he massaged them gently.

You arch your back off of Crosshair’s chest, pushing your chest more towards Hunter with a soft hum. “I want you both, at the same time.”

“Are you sure you can handle both of us, love?” Hunter's sweet voice hit your ears while Crosshair growled out his words.

“Of course she can.” Crosshair’s fingers dug into your waist, pushing his hips against yours, grinding his cock into you. “Let’s get you prepared for our cocks first.” Crosshair hummed, his hand dipping in between your legs as he traced his fingertips over your heated sex. “Already wet for me.”

“For us.” Hunter corrected Crosshair with a snarl.

Crosshair rolled his eyes with a huff as he slowly dipped a finger side of your pussy. “Kriff,” you sighed out softly. “Play nice, boys.” You reminded them.

“He started it.” Hunter mumbled, leaning forward as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, lightly lapping his tongue over the sensitive nub, his other hand caressed and cupped the other breast, pinching and tweeting the other nipple.

“Play nice or I’ll just kick you both out of the shower and finish this myself.”

Crosshair pushed another finger inside, pulling out and pumping back in as your moans left your lips and hips meeting his thrusts. “We’ll play fair.” Crosshair nudged his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses up and down your nape and slightly sinking his teeth into you. Your cunt clamped tightly around his fingers as you arched your back once again. “Kriff!” You squealed out at the harsh bite. Your hands flew up into Hunter’s hair gripping and tugging it forcing a groan to escape Hunter throat.

Hunter pulled off your breast with a soft pop. “Easy Crosshair.”

Crosshair pulled his mouth away from your neck, his teeth marks indented into your skin as he smirked at his work of art. “She’s a big girl, she can handle it. Right, sweetheart?” Crosshair’s fingers kept pumping in and out of your soaking pussy, making your walls flutter around his digits, nearly bringing you to your climax.

“I- I can handle it!” You cried out, wanting to prove to your Sargeant you can handle his brother's roughness.

“Told you.” Crosshair smirked, his fingers pulled out of your quivering pussy. “Let's get this ass ready for my cock.” Using the same fingers that were in your cunt, now dripping with your arousal, he pressed them against your tight muscle and slowly pushed inside. You tossed your head back into Crosshair’s shoulder, pushing your hips back against his touch, trying to take all of his fingers at once. “Easy, Y/N.” Crosshair whispered. “Take your time.”

“I want you, I want you both.” You breathlessly moaned, watching Hunter jerk himself off through your half lidded eyes.

“In time love.” Crosshair scissored his fingers in your ass, pushing and pulling his thick digits out of your tight channel. “Few more pumps.” He murmured, once he was satisfied with how stretched you were he slowly pulled his fingers from your ass. “Here we go, love.” You could hear Crosshair jerking himself off from behind you.

Shivering at the feeling of Crosshair’s cock head nudging in between your cheeks, you moaned loudly at the feeling of him splitting you open as he sunk his girth inside of you. “Hmm fuck, so sweet.” Crosshair let out an animalistic growl. Holding you by your waist he slowly pulled you back against him, his cock sinking further inside of you. Once settled in your tightness, Crosshair lets you adjust to his size. His hands ran down your waist to the back of your knees, bending over you slightly.

“C- Cross?” You questioned only to cry out softly as he picked you up, holding you by the back of your knees, his cock angling in a different way than before as he held you up, exposing your pussy to Hunter.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and watch or are you going to fuck her?” Crosshair snapped from the new position.

Hunter smirked to see how flustered both of his partners were, stepping forward he placed himself in between your legs, rubbing his dick up and down your slit. “Such a pretty little thing.” Wasting no time, Hunter pushed the tip of his dick past your folds. You sobbed loudly as Hunter stretched you wide while his brother was deep in you from behind.

“Feel full princess?” Crosshair hummed, kissing the back of your head.

“Y- Yes! Please- Please move! I want to come, I need to come!” You didn’t know how it was possible but you were already near your peak just by being full from their cocks deep inside of you and no friction. While Crosshair’s grip was still on the back of your knees, Hunter grabbed ahold of your waist, keeping his balance while you leaned back against Crosshair’s chest.

Both brothers pulled their hips away from you, leaving their tips inside each hold and pushing forward, driving their cocks deep inside of you. “KRIFF!” You screamed. Hunter’s hand flew up and covered your mouth, muffling any sobs, screams and moans from your throat.

“Take it baby, you’re taking us so well.” Hunter cooed, looking down he watched his cock plunge into you, a few moans slipping past his lips.

“Feels good to be stuffed this full, hmm?” Crosshair teased from behind, matching his brother's pace, but he soon decided that his older brother’s thrusts were a bit too slow for his liking. Crosshair soon started to pick up the pace, the loud echoing of skin against skin started to pick up and become louder.

“Easy Crosshair, she’s still sore from your training.” Hunter grunted as his cock pushed inside of you in a caring manner where Crosshair’s cock was already pumping in and out of your tight hole from behind.

“She’s not fragile, Hunter.” Crosshair sneered, teeth gritted as he snapped his hips forward, harshly. “You would know this if you were rough with her and didn’t baby her all the time.” Crosshair groaned as the skin on skin contact erupted throughout the refresher shower.

“Someone has to treat her like a princess and we both know it’s not going to be you.” Hunter snarled right back to his snarky brother. The tip of Hunter’s cock nudged and brushed against your cervix making you sob out a moan.

“Yeah? Well look at how she moans for me fucking this tight ass.” Crosshair hissed, his hand colliding with your cheek making you yelp.

“I’m looking at someone who moans the same way when their ass gets licked.” Hunter didn’t break eye contact with Crosshair who was glaring at Hunter with a shade of red tinted on his cheeks at the confession his brother spoke.

“E- Enough!” You moaned against Hunter’s hand, grabbing his wrist and pushing it away from your mouth. “Stop fighting, please.” You begged. “I’m so close to coming but I can’t focus when you two keep bickering!”

The thrusts didn’t stop and neither did their death glares, their cocks pushing inside of you deeply, pulling out and pushing back inside. “You two need to make up before we come.” You demanded, your breasts bouncing from the force of their thrusts.

Hunter was the first to break the gaze between the two, his eyes softening when looking at you. “M’sorry, baby.” Hunter apologized first.

“If- If you’re really sorry.” You panted, your eyes dropping down to where Hunter was thrusting in and out of you only to look back up at him. “Kiss and make up.” You could feel your orgasm building up, you forced yourself to hold back.

Hunter furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at his brother. “But mesh’la, he started-” Hunter was cut off by Crosshair grabbing his long locks and pulling him closer, sandwiching you between both clones. Crosshair smashed his lips against Hunter’s moaning softly at the harshness.

“Shut up, I want to come.” You heard Crosshair in between the hot kiss they shared. Their thrusts never let up, only snapping their hips harshly against you. You watched as the brothers shared a heated kiss only to have your jaw drop slightly as Crosshair slipped his tongue into Hunter’s mouth, giving him open kisses and fighting for dominance. That slight broke the dam within you. Your walls and muscles clenched around their cocks as you cried out their names.

“I’m coming!” You gripped at Hunter’s shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he moaned into Crosshair’s mouth.

It was Hunter’s turn to climax next, his hot seed burying deep inside of you as he pulled away from the shared kiss with a groan, eyes squeezed shut. Crosshair’s thrusts didn’t let up as his Hunter’s cock was stilled inside of you. “Tell me you want it.” Crosshair growled in your ear.

“I want it, please give it to me giveittome!” You begged, your left hand reaching down to Crosshair’s waist, gripping him and pulling him closer. The contact made Crosshair groan, bottoming out his hips into you as ropes of come filled your ass.

Both clones moaned and panted, trying to catch their breath as they held you tight against them. The shower still going, the water now slightly cold but the refresher was still steaming from your actions. Hunter was the first one to slip his cock from you then Crosshair. “Lets get you cleaned up.” Hunter placed a soft kiss upon your forehead which made you smile. Your jelly like legs nearly gave out on you but Crosshair was quick to hold you up.

A loud knock banged against the door. “You know there are other people on this ship that want to shower too!” Tech’s voice called out.

“Let’s go, I believe I was promised a massage.” You smiled up at Hunter.

Crosshair’s Masterlist

Hunter's Masterlist

[sabezrasecretsanta]

IT'S TIME!!! Here's the listing of all the giftees! You should have received a direct message from me featuring your giftee number; this is who YOU are so you don't accidentally pick yourself! If a name is crossed out, they've already been claimed, so pick another!

Unless otherwise noted, all giftees are open to a surprise as to whether or not it's Christmas/Life Day themed, and are good with their gift being based around either sabezra show. I've also listed a few charcaters/ships/tropes each giftee likes (in addition to sabezra, of course,) based on the form they filled out, and bios will be shorter/longer based on how they answered the questions.

Be sure to check the parentheses next to the Giftee Number to make sure you can make the kind of work your selected giftee would like to recieve; giftees marked (any) are good with any kind of work!

Giftee #1 (any) loves Ahsoka, The Ghost Crew, and kanera! Also enjoys h/c, fluff, and angst. Nothing suggestive.

Giftee #2 (any) also appreciates the Kanan and Sabine dynamic, and only likes their fluff balanced out with substance, but is open to everything else.

Giftee #3 (any, with preference on fanart, gifset, and non-video edit) loves Chopper and the rest of the Ghost Crew as well! Gift must be in Rebels era.

Giftee #4 (any) likes Ahsoka, Tristan, Chopper, AP-5, Kallus, Kanan, and Hera, and also highkey ships Kanera. Big fan of fake dating, first kiss, and First Christmas (or first Life Day) fics, and leans toward lighter and fluffier fics. Not a fan of excessive angst and wants NO swearing in their work (in-universe equivalent words, like kriff, are fine.)

Giftee #5 (fanart, video edit) also likes kanera and mutually pining idiots! No wolfwren, and no swearing!

Giftee #6 (any)

Giftee #7 (fanfic, fanart, non-video edit) likes Kallus, Ahsoka, the whole Ghost Crew, and kanera! They like fake dating, fluff, hurt/comfort, secret relationships, and would like NO swearing in their gift.

Giftee #8 (any) likes Hera, Kanan, Zeb, Chopper, Ahsoka, Kallus, Rex, Gregor, and Wolffe. They also ship kanera, rexsoka, and kalluzeb. They're a fan of modern and historical aus, as well as everybody lives aus, nobody dies aus, fluff, crack, and angst with comfort. Their gift must contain NO angst/hurt without comfort/good ending, poly relationships, wolfwren, herasoka, any headcanons that are changing characters sexuality, Jedi-bashing, anti-Jedi sentiments, depression stuff, clonecest, or romantic master/padawan relationship. Gift must be Christmas/Life Day themed!

Giftee #9 (any) likes kanera and the Ghost Crew! They also like fake dating, secret dating, ALL THE TROPES!

Giftee #10 (fanart) likes sabezra, kanera, and wolfwren. They're a fan of fluff, angst, and anything in between! Do NOT include ahsoka/sabine as a ship.

Giftee #11 (any) likes kanera and the Wren family! They like song-based fics and modern, undercover, and fake dating aus, but are okay with anything. Does NOT want even a hint of wolfwren, and isn't a huge fan of Jedi Sabine. Gift must be in Rebels era.

Giftee #12 (any) ships kanera and kalluzeb, and is a fan of Jacen, Chopper, Ahsoka, Murley, and all the main cast of Rebels. They've got plenty of tropes and aus they like: swap aus, "He fell first, but she fell harder," soulmate aus, domestic sabezra, caught under mistletoe, comfortable cuddles, Sabine stealing Ezra's shirts, stargazing, Sabine having insomnia and Ezra assuring her that he won't disappear again, and quality time. Of course, they're also chill with anything!

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

My little OrdoMaze art collection in one place <333

「Dynamic of Ordo and Maze」[Snippet]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 18/09/2023| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They are awkward af | Start of my brainrot for them | 

「I don’t deserve you」[COMIC]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |28/11/2023| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ship prompt | Prompt | Hurt & Comfort | Ordo is spiraling but Maze comforts him. In his own way. | 

「When your boyfriend is a bookworm」[ART] 

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 10/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Fluff | 

「Erotic Dice Game with the Di’kutla couple」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 14/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze wants to try an erotic game and Ordo is going psycho again | I swear they are in love, they told me!

「Maze’s fictional crush died :((((((」  [ART]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 31/01/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a jealous one, jealous even about fictional lovers |

「Fuck you, Maze」 [COMIC]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 02/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a menace |

「You were late, now suffer the consequences」 [COMIC]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 04/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | I’m obsessed with juicy alpha-class thighs, your honour | The art goes to an SFW tumblr post so from there you can decide if you want to see Maze’s juicy alpha-class thighs yourself by clicking on the AO3 link |

「He asked for no onions」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They are both awkward. Period. | 

「Tactical smooch」 [ART]

19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing | Mentions of homophobia, mentions of clonecest phobia | This is a companion-art to He Asked for No Onions. When I started to being active, I swore that every anti-cloneship hate post/comment I get, I’ll do kissing clones and tag the haters under it. Ok, I won’t do such things because I don’t want my ship art about boys being soft be tainted with fandombullshit all the time. You don’t mess with Mamuzzy, they are going to cry!!! (and becomes a vengeful spirit, lol) |

「It’s safe under the blanket」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wholesome fluffness I think they pretty much sleep like this~ | 

「O Ordo, Ordo wherefore art thou Ordo」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze | Maze is daydreaming in the office | Romeo and Juliet parody | 

「They are so stupidly in love I just can’t」 [ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |01/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Received a very kind ask <3 | 

「It is not socially acceptable to throw up in the alleys of Coruscant」 [FIC] + [AO3]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 08/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | They are drunk as fuck | 

「Just let me boil in my water a little longer」 [FIC]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 14/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | It’s actually just a post with the AO3 link and I think I will keep this format when uploading fics from now on. |

「Maze, Ordo and books」 [HEADCANON]

ORDO x MAZE MAZE x BOOKS :DDD CLONESHIP 17/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Headcanon | Maze is a booklover. | 

「Why cat shaped if not a cat?」[COMIC]

29/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Arligan Zey, Commander Fox | Ordo is cat-coded for me. |

「BOOP!!!! Part I」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 12/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze uses vile tactics against the Null to deescalate their usual tense encounter |

「It's not for customers, I promise!」 [COMIC]

14/04/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Ordo Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Prudii Skirata | Restaurant!AU | Based on this post. | WARNING: Under the cut there is a comic with cartoon violence, blood and dead body depicted in comically goreish situation. |

「Your eyes are shit」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 17/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wanted to draw something wholesome with them, or at least, something cute-couple thing to do <3 | Also I'll never get bored of Maze having glasses |

「BOOP! Part II」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 21/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata | Ordo had a few sleepless night after that incident |

「OrdoMaze: Rimming」 [ART]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 23/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | The only they don't fight is when they have sex, and Ordo is especially losing any will to bicker when Maze giving him a rimjob |

「He attacc he protecc but most importantly he stalks」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | Ordo being an adorable little creep but Maze doesn't mind |

「An interactive OrdoMaze story」 [Ficlet]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | I intend to continue this. | CW: stalking |

「Spiteful Kiss」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 14/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Jaing Skirata | Prompt: Spiteful kiss | What is more spiteful than kissing your boyfriends who hides you from his dad and brothers? |

「Trust」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 20/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ordo is a jealous person and his intrusive thoughts about killing Maze are not helping | Based on song |

「Lopott könyvek」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 22/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | A song inspired me and had to draw them being softies |

[velvetvexations]

My problematic special interest is my own writing which I don't really share enough because of NPD and anxiety about my edgy world building lol. I have a huge cast, but one of my favorites is En and Zie. When Mackenzie was a child, she and her birthing parent were kidnapped and experimented on by demons/fallen angels. The experiments caused Zie's soul to split into two and the demons/fallen put that soul into a clone body and that's the source of Kaiden. When they're all rescued, no one knows what to do with En, so it's decided he'll be raised as Zie's twin since they're. Clones with the same soul. But, they're clones with the same soul. So they're really really weird with one another because they instinctively want to inhabit the same body again. Is it twincest? Is it selfcest? Is it clonecest? Who knows! Everyone in their family tried to stop it and even sent them to therapy but their souls just desperately want to be the same soul again even though they never can. Easier to just let them be freaks and politely look away. They can't reproduce together cuz same exact genetics so w/e right 😭

The idea that they went through all this supernatural shit and then the family was like "we have to send them to therapy, hey doc, can you help us, one of our kids is a clone of the other" is very funny.