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inkybyl · 2 months ago

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The Bad Batch x Fem!Pregnant!Reader: Part 2

Crosshair’s Apology

18+, NSFW themes! Minors DNI

Part 1:

Quick Summary: Life on Pabu with your boys was everything you could ask for, finally putting the war behind you… rarely do you get a moment’s peace with each of your boys solo, but when Crosshair tempts you back to your home from the market, the pair of you discover unresolved feelings that dated back to Order 66.

A/N: Originally the last fic was supposed to be a one shot,,, but I had a lot of fun writing the previous fic 👉👈 So I couldn’t help myself and see if I could add anything onto the dynamics shared between the Boys & the reader! If you read the previous part I hope you enjoyed! And thank you so much for the likes! This one takes on a bit more of a serious tone so I’m hoping I’ve managed to do Crosshair justice!

And oh my stars I’m so sorry - this was not supposed to be this long but I couldn’t help myself 🫣

I hope you enjoy!

If there are any content warnings I’ve missed please let me know! My brain’s turned to mush since finally finishing this!

Word Count: 12.8k (EXACTLY 🤩)

Briefly Proofread!

Content Warnings: Reader’s Relationship with Omega is PLATONIC!

Fem!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, POLY!BadBatch (the Reader is in an established relationship with the boys).

Angst: Flashback to TBB Ep 1/Escaping from Crosshair, descriptions of shooting, Reader injury & scarring. Reader & Crosshair talk about feelings.

Fluff & SMUT/NSFW - Dirty/Rough talk at the beginning, descriptions of receiving oral with Crosshair! Descriptions of Reader’s sleeping dynamics with each Batch Member.

NSFW Mentions of intimacy with each member.

Mainly fluff (sorta), wholesome and domestic dynamics with the Batch + Omega. Slight Spoilers, Set after Season 3! J just in case!

• Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum: I hold you in my heart for eternity. •

Banners by @saradika !

I added banners!! 1) for prettiness and 2) this shi is so long omg

You and Crosshair entered through the door tangled in each other’s arms. It was almost like something out of a holofilm, your hands darting over the other in pure desperation - your mouths only parting at the corners to take deep breaths in and out. His lips only parted from yours to kiss and nip at your neck, his hand tilting your chin up before softly wrapping around your throat. A desperate whine left you as he closed the door, sternly moving your back into the cool wood of your wall whilst his leg came to rub at your core.

“Never known you to of hid yourself this well, kitten,” Crosshair growled into your ear, “So fucking desperate, and acting all innocent today, too.” He continued, beginning to leave his claim over your jugular, softly squeezing your neck and revelling in the gasps and moans that left your lips. His eyes flicked over to see your face, his trousers instantly tightening at how your eyes were rolling back, your plump lips caught between your teeth and cheeks tinted with a dark rouge.

You looked over to him, your hand desperately clutching the back of his head to pull him back in for a breathless and messy kiss, your hand trailing down his chest, fingers eventually hooking at the top of his waistband, moaning at how tight the fabric had strained.

Crosshair was pleasantly surprised and was in no rush to complain about your eager advances, but as soon as his arousal had hit him, so had the memory of what he had promised to you back at the market. His right, bionic hand caught your wrist, his left coming up to your cheek with his thumb on your bottom lip. He’d love nothing more than to have his way with you, to have you clutching to him with overstimulation, to mark you from head to toe. To have you rough and ravaged.

But things were different now, he knew you both would have many moments in the future to claw at each other, physically ripping the clothes off of the other, but he wanted to treat you. He wanted to let you know how much you meant to him.

You both had shared soft and intimate moments before, sometimes privately and sometimes in front of his brothers. Crosshair was always content with being the one you could go to when you were absolutely feral and needed to be put in your place, or sometimes even putting him in his.

He loves you, and he loves what you’ve solidified for him; a long and content future with his family. The hand on your cheek trailed down to your rounded abdomen, a soft hum leaving you, “Cross? Did I… was I going too fast?” You asked, cheeks now taking on a tone of embarrassment as he shook his head, kissing your forehead - a stark difference from a few moments ago.

“No, riduur. Nothing like that.” He hummed, placing his forehead on yours in a sweet keldabe kiss. His hand was placed on the underside of your belly, a smile coming to his face, “As much as I would love to kriff you against this wall, I believe I promised you something a lot more relaxing.”

Your hand joined his on top of your dress, a soft sigh leaving your lips, a cheeky grin forming, “That is true… however~” The sniper chuckled at your tempting purr, “Believe me, cyare, we’ll have time for that. Let me take care of you before the other’s get home.” He mumbled, his lips chasing yours.

He guided you towards the bedroom, closing the door behind him - the bed still in a half-made state from before you all left to meet with Echo and Omega. Your eyes flicked around the room, smiling at the open window with the curtains flowing with the Pabu wind. Something so simple, yet meant so much; you were all safe. You could afford to leave your windows open, to have your bed right next to such a thing that showed the beautiful rising sun each morning. The bed that you shared with the Batch in your home was, compared to the barracks and bunks you’d grown accustomed to, massive.

The bed was specially made for all of you, the squad refusing to sleep in a separate bed from you, even if it meant sleeping with a few awkward elbows in each other’s faces and bodies with attempts to nudge closer to their beloved. Your cuddle piles were a top contender in defending the reason behind such a large piece of furniture, but you loved the evenings you spent with them. They would all take turns laying next to you, and a nod to their adaptive nature; most of the time they would all find a way to lay with a part of their body touching yours.

The most common positions recently involved you sleeping on Wrecker’s soft yet sturdy chest, sometimes even laying on top of him like a massive pillow, your arms and legs spread over him - the picture Tech took of you for commemoration looked absolutely hilarious one time. Even before you had become established with the boys, you would all huddle to Wrecker for his warmth and comfort some nights on the Marauder, or even on some missions that kept you all out for days on end, he helped you all feel and sleep safe. Wrecker knew that his stature was intimidating to a lot of people they’d interact with over the years, working to his advantage most of the time to get the boys what they needed as quickly as possible. Yet he never scared you, you loved how easily he could pick you up for a hug, to help you reach the taller parts of your home - and using him as your own personal body pillow was something he would never say no to. If anything, it made him smug knowing that his whole body could encapsulate you, rubbing it in when he would turn you both over in the cuddle pile away from the embrace from his brothers.

Echo loved being close to you whenever he returned from his mission to save his clone brothers, the Batch agreeing without having to exchange words that the ARC Trooper would remain skin-to-skin with you every night during his home visits. He adores being next to you, especially how tenderly you would kiss his skin after helping him remove his prosthetics for bed. He found a way, with Tech’s help, to find a material that was both sturdy for the battlefield and a good conductor of heat for bedtime - just in case the call of sleep was far too great and couldn’t find the energy to remove his appendages. Sometimes you just wanted to love on him, referring to his arm and legs, or lack there of, as ‘his lil’ nubs’ - at first it was meant to tease him for a laugh during your days on the Marauder, but now you couldn’t help it. You would kiss his scarred skin more times than he could ever count, sometimes the soft connection of your lips being the very thing that sent him to sleep. A peaceful sleep, at that.

Hunter would love to hold you close to him, making sure all his senses could calm at the fact that you were still here; with him, with his Vode. He knew that you were real, that you were always there every night when he would fall asleep, and there every morning when he awoke. His senses could dull knowing that you were safe and at peace in his arms. He was always on alert, even back on the Marauder, when it was his turn for you to sleep in his bunk, or his turn in yours, he would ensure you were against the wall - instinctively shielding you from anything that could burst in at any moment. But now, on Pabu, he slept with less tension in his muscles. With you and Omega safe and sound after all they had been through, he could feel his body release and relax all the stress he’d been holding in all this time. With you being there for a cuddle at the end of every day, your soft snores that he could pick up on was worth every bit of torment he went through to get to this point. Even if it wasn’t his turn to be the one cradling you in bed, just your scent and heartbeat surrounding the room kept him at ease.

It was a mission in itself to get Tech to fall asleep, he would work himself for days without so much a wink of slumber, the only time you vividly remember him sleeping was after removing Wrecker’s inhibitor chip on Bracca. Your approach to get him to finally rest had to be choreographed with the help of his brothers. The first time you got Tech to stay in one place was asking him to read to you, the many facts and findings of his journeys from before you joined Clone Force 99 was a strong plan. Tech was delighted to know that you wanted to listen to him, used to being interrupted and shushed with his ‘useless information’. He knew his brothers’ were well-intentioned, but he jumped on the opportunity to talk about his data in a heartbeat. It must have been hours before he first heard your soft snoring on his chest, his cheeks heating up with how cute you looked, and how endearing it was for him to realise that you fell asleep thanks to him soothing you. He was going to move, to tuck you in and continue working until you tugged at his blacks, “Mph… why’d you stop…?” You mumbled, drooling ungraciously on his pec. “Ah. Well… alright then.” He would find that he lulled himself to sleep embracing you that first time, and he never wanted to go without it again. He was a very reasonable man, but sometimes he couldn’t help but pout when he felt exiled to the edge of the bed (it was Hunter’s turn to cuddle you). Usually the nights would have your head tucked under Tech’s chin so he could work on his data pad without the light blasting your eyes. Once you all made a life on Pabu, the boys couldn’t help but feel uneasy without the constant whirring of their ship that they were used to, and with you enjoying Tech talking you to sleep, they found themselves enjoying his soft facts before and during bedtime as well.

Crosshair would never admit before you joined the squad that his Vode’s cuddle pile, from their cadet days that grew with them, would set his mind at ease. His fidgeting and nail biting would cease at the feeling that all his brothers were still there with him, and then you came. You would put his mind at ease, yes - but he was a man of few words and could never tell you how much he loved you being there, being able to be the one to put your mind at ease for a change. His turn with you could be as soft as an arm over your waist, to having your face smooshed into his skin under his chin. He loved feeling like he could be a calming force for someone, a comfort he would always seek out was now sought out towards him, and it warmed his heart. He was cold, abrupt and spoke only with purpose, and for you to seek warmth from the sniper confused him to no end - but he would never stop you.

As if on cue, Crosshair leant his head down to your shoulder, breaking you out of your pleasant trance and leaving gentle kisses along your bare skin and the few faint scars from before this comfortable life.

“Lay down on the bed, cyare…” The sniper told you, his hands stroking your arms. With a soft groan, you crawled onto the bed, somehow forgetting about the added weight of your pregnancy on your front, reaching the pillows and turning around to lay on your back, smiling up at the handsome lithe man in front of you.

After you situated yourself along the pillows, Crosshair followed you along, leading small kisses along your shins, his hands coming up to your foot to rub at the tender skin. The cold from his mechanical hand shocked your senses slightly, making you flinch with a ticklish giggle. Instead of moving his hand away, the smooth metallic thumb began to dig away at the knots and swelling in your foot, his left hand contrasting the cold with a warm stroke of his thumb afterwards.

You let out a sigh, your nerves loosening beneath his skilled hands, your leg twitching now and again from the sensitivity, but eventually he worked his way from your foot up to your calf, his head leaning over to place a kiss on your belly, “How’s that, cyare?” He whispered, watching you with content when you leant your head back, closing your eyes, “So good…”

His dexterous fingers found some knots in your calves, carefully caressing them out. His hands worked up above your knees, fingers now sliding underneath the skirt of your dress as he started work on your thighs. You couldn’t help but moan as he stroked over one of your swollen muscles and another faint scar, one that you had injured around the time that you had met Omega, actually.

You’d actually injured it when…

… Oh…

… When getting away from Crosshair…

Usually when you thought back to the events of your first meeting with Omega, Crosshair’s turn during Order 66 would leave you feeling slightly glum, but nothing that would ruin your day. You weren’t sure if it was your hormones; or just how tender Crosshair was being with you; maybe the fact that you were pregnant and there was an overwhelming sense of hope running through you. But the thought of this life not even being possible hit you like a modified Podracer.

You brought your arm over your eyes, you kept telling yourself that ‘… it’s okay, he’s right here, it wasn’t his fault… we’re all safe…’, cursing whatever force decided to crash a wave of emotion into you. You tried to think of something else, like Crosshair’s current gentle affections towards you, but in due time your bottom lip began to quiver as the memories came flooding back…

“Best stand down, Sergeant.”

Crosshair spoke, his posture had been full of confidence with a new squad of stormtroopers behind his back.

“Make it easy on yourself.”

“Have you lost your mind?!”

Your squad couldn’t believe their eyes. Your mouth had gone bone dry, your grip on Omega’s shoulders tightening as she glanced at you in concern. You tuned out majority of the exchange between Crosshair and Hunter, your eyes solely focused on the sniper from behind your cover. How could this have happened? One of the men you loved with all of your heart, all of your being, was ready to order a squad to open fire on you all. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat along with a screaming ringing in your ears.

It wasn’t until Crosshair’s eyes had twitched in your direction that brought you back to where you were, before snapping back to his brother, “Now surrender.” He growled. You shook your head, trying your hardest to ignore the swell in the back of your throat, noticing Hunter’s glance back at you and the rest of the boys, bringing your helmet over your head and bringing your blaster to an aim. Omega looked up at the slight tremble in your arms with concern, you could feel that she wanted to reach out and comfort you. But she couldn’t, not now. You had to stay focused, you all had to get out of here.

“Is that an order?” You heard Hunter ask, his tone darkening slightly before Crosshair scoffed, “Heh. I guess it is.”

“Well… I guess I’m disobeying that one, too.”

You traded glances with Wrecker, Echo and Tech, all of you waiting for someone to make the first move. Your heart was still pounding, and you were sure that Omega must have been able to see and hear it through your armour. You had to keep it together, for just a bit longer until you got away from this.

You were caught off guard when Crosshair had fired at Hunter, your Sergeant ducking down and rolling over to you and Omega to avoid the incoming fire from the troopers at the other end of the hanger.

You began firing your blaster, cursing once smoke clouded your vision after the Corries must’ve thrown out some smoke bombs. You ducked down with your hand resting on Omega’s back, knowing that Crosshair would be using his thermal by this point. “Tech, we gotta’ move. Now.” You heard Hunter.

“Wrecker, clear the smoke on 3.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Omega, stay low - (Y/N), keep us covered and make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Right.” You agreed through your voice modifier with a swift nod. You brought your attention back to the stormtroopers, focusing on where the blaster fire was coming from through the smoke, firing your blaster with a few calculated aims - hearing some shouts in pain and seeing a reduce in loose fire. It wasn’t until a blast had narrowly missed your head, shooting past you, your breath hitched and bile rose to your throat once you realised who it had come from.

He should have been able to make that shot. Was it a warning? No. It couldn’t be, he’s aiming to kill. Had he went to dodge a shot at the same time? Whatever it was, it had you ducking with your hand coming to your chest. You weren’t going to panic here, not now.

Omega looked at you, gasping at the thin burn mark that managed to skim across the side of your helmet. Hunter’s voice in your comm brought you back to reality with his countdown, Wrecker yelling, “3!”, before running out with two metal plates to clap them together, some of the thicker smoke clearing to show some troopers advancing on your position. Wrecker then tossed one plate towards the soldiers, taking them down in one fell swoop before throwing the second in Crosshair’s direction.

The sniper rolled out of the way and aimed with great poise, pulling the trigger and hitting Wrecker, his helmet flying off as he landed on the metal ground with a harsh whack. “Wrecker!” You yelled, your grip on Omega’s shoulder faltering and she took the opportunity to try and run towards him. You knew what was going on as soon as there wasn’t a finishing shot dealt to Wrecker, your eyes widening as you saw her run past Hunter, “Omega, don’t!”You looked towards Crosshair from your cover and saw how without any hesitation, took the shot that would have struck Omega down.

Thankfully Hunter pulled her back just in time and swung her back into your arms, “He’s using Wrecker as bait!”

“But he needs our help!”

She argued back, you squeezed her shoulder, “We can’t help him if we end up shot, Omega!” You told her, turning the both of you so that your back was against the cover, Omega still in front of you. If you were to be shot then at least your armour would pose some chance of protection for the young girl. After some more shots towards the troopers and your lover, you heard Hunter speak to Omega, signalling for your attention, too. “When I say ‘go’, you head for that ramp and don’t stop. Got it?” She nodded as you listened to his plan to give Echo cover to help Wrecker onto the Marauder.

You readied yourself, running out with Hunter to start firing towards your assailants, keeping them behind cover as Echo started to walk towards the ship with Wrecker’s arm over his shoulder. With a few final shots of cover fire, Hunter turned back to help his brothers. You were a competent fighter, you had proven time and time again you could provide them with cover fire.

But your head wasn’t in the game.

This wasn’t like you, you could fight, but you’ve never had to fight against one of your loved ones. Your aim was faltering, and was your visor fogging up? You were distracted, confused and most of all sloppy.

Under your unpredictable fire, Crosshair had managed to peek around his corner, dealing a shot to your right thigh that sent you back onto your rear with a loud shout. “(Y/N)!!” Your boys called out to you, your arm was still outstretched and firing at the Coruscant Guards, crawling backwards whilst you showed no signs of stopping.

Your adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from breaking down and keeling over in pain or passing out. With a couple more shots to give Hunter and Echo time to bring Wrecker onto the ship, your eyes flicked towards the barrel of Crosshair’s sniper. He wouldn’t miss this time, and you knew he wouldn’t. You hadn’t the time to process that you had stopped shooting, too overcome with the shock of your situation and the fact that Crosshair was about to pull his trigger, lining up his shot with a bullseye to your skull.

It never came, instead a blast was shot directly towards his sniper rifle, knocking it down to the ground. Crosshair turned towards you all, and you couldn’t guess what expression he held under his helmet. You, Hunter, Wrecker and Echo followed his gaze, finding Omega with a blaster in her arms, panting.

His hesitation with surveying the situation was short lived, instantly grabbing his pistol from his holster to start firing once more before Omega started setting off loose rounds, giving Hunter the time to run to you. He slid down, his arm sliding under your knees whilst his other came to your back, picking you up and sprinting as fast as he could to the ship. The searing burn of your shot scorched through your nerves once you were moving again in Hunter’s arms, your teeth gritting beneath your helmet as you hissed and groaned in pain.

He ran up two steps at a time, narrowly avoiding shots that came from Crosshair. You peeked over Hunter’s shoulder, your hand coming down to his thigh holster and aiming his pistol at Cross, firing at him to keep his shots uneven, giving you both more time to get onto the cover of the Marauder as it began to lift off. Crosshair’s visor locked with yours, you couldn’t fire at him directly, but you were sure as hell he wasn’t shooting any more of you or your squad. The last you saw of him was with your arm outstretched with a pistol aimed at his form, before Hunter slid you into one of the bunks Echo must have prepared when he got Wrecker sat down on a chair.

~~~

“OUCH!”

Wrecker yelped once Echo injected him.

You were lying on one of the bunks, your helmet still on with your leg raised on a makeshift stirrup when Echo made his round to you, gently removing your thigh plate and grimacing at the burn in your leg. Thankfully the Republic issued you armour that had slight more protection than usual, probably because you were a civilian and weren’t quite as expendable as clone soldiers in their eyes at the time. Your thigh plate had a hole burnt through it but had taken majority of the blast’s momentum, the shot only burning through the layers of your skin and reaching your muscle, but no further.

Once you were on the ship you had told Echo to grab your medkit, you knew he knew what to do but you couldn’t sit in silence, telling him what was what from the bunk while Hunter had elevated your leg. You wanted to help Wrecker yourself but you couldn’t move, you didn’t want to, you didn’t even want to remove your helmet.

You didn’t know if you had started crying because the pain came barrelling at you all at once, or from what had happened with Crosshair before Echo nudged you with his scomp. The trooper tried to find your eyes through your visor, “I’m gonna inject you now, okay, cyare?” You nodded slightly, hissing once the needle pierced your skin.

He made his way back over to your kit, grabbing a second injection for Wrecker. Omega walked past you, you hadn’t noticed that she sat next to you with Lula in her arms. She held the stuffed Tooka up to Wrecker, “Is… this what you were looking for?”

With an excited gasp, the demolitions expert reached over to the stuffed toy, “You found my Lula- OW!” His excitement was interrupted by Echo injecting him in his distraction, you couldn’t help the soft smile that came to your face as you watched them, hearing the cockpit door hissing open to show Tech coming down with his data pad.

He scanned you over whilst Echo wrapped your leg in bandages, securing the bacta patch over your wound and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead over your helmet. “Hey, hey hey hey! What’s all that gonna do?” Wrecker asked when he saw them both hovering over you, his concern evident in his face as he grasped his shoulder.

“She’ll be okay, just stay still, Wrecker.” Echo told him, not wanting his shoulder’s injury to worsen. Wrecker had made a grunt to stand up, wanting to come over to you while Hunter placed his hand on his good shoulder, shaking his head lightly. He didn’t like that you were silent, and possibly in pain, with a quiet gruff he looked over to you, “Hey, sarad. You okay?” He asked, eyes creased with concern. You appreciated it, you really did, and with a gentle wave of your hand he heard you through your voice modifier, “I’m all good, Wrecker. Just stings a little.”

His lips along with Hunter’s pursed in skepticism, but they didn’t want to push. Eventually Echo and Tech had finished patching you up, one of them finding a structure on the ship that could be used as a crutch, helping you walk whenever you would need to. You sat up with your legs hanging over the bunk, grateful that the attention was on Wrecker now. At least that was what you thought.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You heard Omega’s timid voice enter your ears. You looked down at the young girl, sighing as you finally removed your helmet while she climbed up the bunk to sit next to you. “I’ll be fine, Omega. I just… I’ll need to have some time to figure this out.” You smiled at her. Her brows pinched in concern, her hand coming onto yours, “If you… If you need anyone to keep you company… I can be that person!” She offered, and couldn’t help the smile that came to her cheeks.

Seeing this young and innocent girl smiling made your heart swell, she was the very reason you returned to Kamino and you’re glad you did. You wished that things could have ended differently, but you didn’t want to dump all that onto her. You knew later on, when Omega would inevitably fall asleep, you can have your moment with your boys, you can seek out your comfort later. Right now Omega was here, looking out for you instead.

The thought of how selfless she already was at her age made you chuckle, wiping your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself. You turned your attention to the open door of the cockpit, seeing the stars through the windows. An idea came to mind, smiling down at Omega, “Wanna see something cool?” She gave you a confused but excited nod, helping you stand up and making sure your makeshift crutch was under your arm. You let her walk alongside you into the front of the ship, hearing her gasp once her eyes landed on the lit up space, calming you down from the recent events. You pushed your pain to the back of your mind, including the pain that came with Crosshair in that moment, living in the moment of Omega’s newfound happiness. The boys followed you both soon after, each one placing a supportive hand to your back as they passed you, giving you some space but letting you know that they were still here for you when you needed them.

Tech took a seat in the pilot’s chair, Wrecker behind him as Echo lead you to the seat behind the co pilot’s, where Hunter let Omega sit. After a discussion about where to go next, you couldn’t help but smile at Omega’s wonderment as Tech prepared the ship for hyperjump.

You hadn’t thought of that day in a while, the pain of how fast you had to move on in the hectic moments, that followed your escape from Crosshair, had rarely brought a moment for you to think about it all. Crosshair’s fingers halted at the scar he reached. He’d seen it plenty times in your moments of intimacy once he’d returned to you all, but this was the first time he’d actually looked at it.

He couldn’t bring himself to bring it up, and you had told him enough times that you had forgiven him for what had happened. But that was as a whole - you hadn’t brought up the wound on your leg, and Crosshair couldn’t face the twists in his stomach to keep his eyes on it. Until now.

His fingers hesitated around your scar, taking in a slow breath. It had been a while since you were in the company of just the two of you in your home, your lives were hectic and full of excitement now you were on Pabu. But living with four of his brothers that were also your partners, as well as Omega & Batcher being a part of your lives meant there were little moments to be left alone in peace. You hadn’t actually spoke about what happened.

His eyes flicked up to your face, noticing your trembling lip and how your forearm covered your eyes. His brows furrowed in concern and brought his hand up to your elbow, “… (Y/N).” He called, knowing what was going on through both of your heads. Your lips stopped shaking at his voice, your arm revealing one of your eyes glossed over, “Cross… I’m sorry- I…” You attempted a soft chuckle, sitting up and wiping your eyes, “I’m sorry, ner ram’ser… I think my hormones are playing up or something,” you tried again, trying to snap yourself back into a positive mindset before Crosshair held your arms, slowly bringing them away from your face.

You knew you couldn’t avoid his eyes forever, and with a soft sigh you brought them up to his. “I’m sorry Cross- I-I don’t know why-“

“I’m sorry.”

He swiftly interrupted you, his eyes not leaving yours once, only moving when he had to blink. “None of this is you. Not your, ‘hormones’.” He cringed when he quoted you, not wanting you to blame anything to excuse you for being emotional.

“I… We… We haven’t spoke about this…”

“We have Cross, and you know that I-“

“Not that.” His hand came to your scarred thigh once more, “… This…”

Your breath hitched, and you were frozen. He was right. You hadn’t actually spoken about the day he hurt you. “Cross, we don’t have to…”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Yes. We do.” His hands came to yours, “I shot you. I shot Wrecker. And on Bracca I—“

Crosshair’s head was full of self-loathing after shooting the lieutenant on Barton IV. After he couldn’t save Mayday. There was so much going on through his head, and if it weren’t for Omega forcing him out of his thoughts and pulling him out for an escape on Tantiss, he wouldn’t even be here to sit here with you.

“I shot you. I…”

Your eyes began to tear up, “Yeah… you did…” he swallowed nervously, “And it kriffing hurt.” You mumbled, looking down at the scar on your leg. “But it didn’t come close to when you left us, Crosshair.” You whispered, and he knew that you were talking about Kamino, after what happened at Tipoca City, when he decided to stay on the landing platform alone.

You looked away, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he probably already did. “I’m not a child, sarad… if you’re angry you should let me know…” he muttered. He knew you so well, and you knew him. It was what he loved about you, how his cutthroat delivery never antagonised you when he just wanted to know what was going through your head. You knew that was just who he was.

With a sigh, your hand came to your forehead, “Of course I’m angry with you… but how can I be angry when we’re… here! We have a home, we have a family, we’ve come so far- I shouldn’t be angry at you! It wasn’t your fault when you shot me! But you were back in control when you left us! You left me! For that- that-! Urgh!” He closed his eyes when your hand clenched at your dress above your abdomen. He knew you both could have gone years without this conversation, but he needed to hear how you were feeling, he needed to apologise for it all. He needed to know what he was apologising for, but he couldn’t do that if you both decided to avoid it.

“How could you leave us for that-! That fucking empire! They tried to have me assigned to a different squad, a squad of stormtroopers! They said my skills were better suited on soldiers they thought were more ‘valuable’! I fought for you all, and I fought for you, Crosshair! And you fucking shoot me?!” You hissed, all of the feelings you’d been putting to the back of your mind now surfacing. That was the first he had heard about that, when you were pulled for a ‘briefing’ with one of the new Imps after Kaller. He listened to everything you had to say to him without a word, a part of him relieved that you were actually mad at him and not prioritising his feelings over yours in this moment.

You assumed the group should’ve been back by now, they had either spent more time walking around the market, possibly bumping into Phee. Or perhaps Hunter picked up on your… conversation with Crosshair and decided to give you both the peace you needed. It wasn’t until the golden glow from the sun hit the corner of your eyes, realising that the sun had started setting.

You sighed, looking up at your lithe partner, seeing the regret on his face, thinking that if anything was going to age him, it would be that. “I know you don’t need me to tell you anymore that I forgive you, Cross… but it hurt. It hurt so much…”

His hands came up to your cheeks, looking at the tears that started to gather along your lashes, “Why did you leave me, Cross…?”

The sniper’s breath stuttered, his thumbs rubbing your tears away. He wasn’t like his sister, Omega, he wasn’t good with words, and he couldn’t cheer you up like Wrecker could effortlessly, but he didn’t have to do what they did. He didn’t have to imitate his Vode because you knew each other inside and out. You both shared an understanding unique to anyone else. He brought your foreheads together, closing his eyes before declaring to you, “I’m not leaving you again.” His hands came down to your bump, fingers rubbing circles into the fabric of your dress, “I will never leave you again.” He enunciated, bringing his left hand up to your jaw to look into your eyes once more.

You wiped your tears away, his declaration warming your heart and made you realise how much you needed to hear him say that. You brought your hand to his jaw as well, “Say it again…” you whispered, brows furrowed as your eyes closed. You could feel him tilt your heads to be nose-to-nose, his breath fanning over your lips, “I’ll never leave you again…” he murmured. Neither of you could deny the pull as you leant forward, your lips meeting shortly after his words. The kiss was filled with apologies and forgiveness, breaking apart for air with his lips trying to chase after yours. You both looked into each other’s eyes, your thumb tracing the tattoo along his skin.

He subtly leant into your touch, his gaze never leaving yours. You didn’t have to hear him say the words, ‘I’m sorry.’ You could tell that behind those enhanced eyes of his, that it was the only thing going through his mind, and that was more than enough for you. You placed your lips back onto his, your hands sliding from his jaw and cheek to meet behind his neck.

Crosshair was still situated between your legs as he carefully leant you back into the mattress and propped your head up on the pillows, your kisses had grown hungrier, your heart still pumping from the anger you had let out moments ago. His arm came to rest by your head, his other tracing down your hip. His lips left yours to return to the marks he’d left on your neck earlier, kissing them with a tenderness you hadn’t experienced to this extent before. “Never leaving you again,” he breathed out, trailing his kisses down to your collarbone and over your sun dress.

He was getting lower and lower, until his chin brushed against your stomach and stopped. “Cross…?” You whispered, watching his movements as he raised his head to look down at the rounded bump. Slowly, he brought your dress up to reveal your pregnancy, fingers delicately tracing the stretched skin, his pupils expanding in adoration. The sniper leant down to kiss at your belly, placing his forehead against your growing babe. “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” Your heart stuttered at his promise while he continued to place soft kisses along your rounded abdomen.

“Every day I missed you.” He spoke as he moved down towards your thigh, his thumb gently tracing the scar that was there because of him. He didn’t look away this time, leaning to place a longing kiss on the fainter skin, “And I’ll spend everyday making it up to you.” He spoke, his forehead gracing the taut mark when his hand brushed across your bump once more. You whimpered gently at the softness of his words, your heart pounding at the confidence you had in your partner, how he would always be there for you - just like in the days before the empire. You were all back together again, and that was all that mattered to you both.

He took one last look at the scar, his thumb rubbing over it again once more before trailing his kisses to your inner thigh. Contrasting his usual rough advances with you, he left soft hickeys rather than bite marks, displaying you with his endearment rather than playing with the idea of ownership in your private time. The closer he got to your core, the quicker the heat flushed over your body, slick gathering between your legs - exactly where he was aiming for.

Crosshair had begun to lay kisses along the skin above your core, by the bow of your underwear. His fingers, ever meticulously, lowered the soft fabric away from your thighs and over your knees, having to lean up onto his calves to remove the article of clothing from your feet. Placing a final kiss to your raised ankle, his hands directed your legs to mount up on his shoulders, before sliding back down to your naked region.

He placed a soft kiss on your sensitive bud, a gasp leaving you while a hand came to your mouth, the other curling around the silver locks of hair that he was starting to grow in. “Cross…” You whimpered, hips raising to brush against his lips, “Please…”

Usually when you were with Crosshair, it would be a tug of war between you both to get the other to beg, to plead the other for relief, but this evening was different.

He let out a soft hum, placing delicate wet kisses along your heat, his fingers continuing their promise of massaging the tension out of your thighs. The tenderness of his actions had your head lulling back onto the fluffy pillows behind you, soft gasps and moans leaving you with every kiss he left behind, he was determined to kiss every part of you.

He allowed his tongue to finally flick outwards, tasting your nectar and letting out a lewd groan, his hips grinding into the sheets below. His tongue continued to dance along your pussy, making out with your most intimate area with every feeling he hoped to convey, these few moments he had with you before everyone got home were to be about you, about his apology to you, to make up for everything he had done and everything he had missed.

But by the Maker did he miss this.

You had been intimate since his return, of course, more times than you could count. But he’d never been so desperate to taste you, to let you know how much he adored you and how crazy he was for you, as if to prove to himself, as well as you, that he wasn’t going anywhere - you had him hooked around your finger.

“Cross..!” You whined once more, hand gripping at his head to get him closer to you. Your fingers began to curl into his short locks, enough length to give a swift pull that tempted another groan from him. “If you keep pulling on me like that, I’ll leave you for the rest to fix.” He growled, hinting towards the squad most likely on their way home. “No!” You whined, your hand coming away from his hair to bunch your dress up further to reveal your bra, “Please, Crosshair…”

Your pleading had his eyes tilt up in curiosity, to see how far you were willing to go, “Ram’ser… Please have me how you want me…” you moaned, your hand up by your mouth biting onto one of your fingers, Crosshair’s eyes boring into your own.

“As flattering as it is to hear you speak in Mando’a, love, I’d much rather hear you beg where everyone can hear you scream my name…” Crosshair purred, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, eliciting a lewd moan from you, your teeth tightening around your index finger. “But we’ll save that for another day,” he murmured softly, continuing to kiss at your core with adoration. His fingers slightly halted in their massages against your legs, his right hand coming down to collect your slick that’d been leaking out of you - the cold from his metal fingers washed a cool chill over you.

His finger easily slid into your entrance, your back arching slightly as a choked whine left your throat, barely recognisable as his name left your mouth. The digit inside of you began to curl upwards, stroking the tissue that sent shockwaves through your lower body, his skilful tongue not easing your sensitivity as he began to flick the muscle across your pussy with a lot more determination. You could see his hips start to buck towards the mattress while we worked you towards an orgasm, loving how you’d gotten more sensitive thanks to the changes in your body.

It was all so sensual, how he passionately kissed and fingered your core, his tongue stroking above where his knuckles had been brushing. Your walls began to clench around his nimble fingers, your slick leaking out of you more than usual but couldn’t get far before his tongue would lap it all up. The hand that had bunched your dress up began to cup your swelling breast, squeezing around the soft skin and teasing your nipple, desperate to reach your climax.

Crosshair’s eyes looked up and met yours, his cock getting impossibly harder and twitching under his trousers. The sight of you dishevelled with swollen lips and hooded eyes nearly had him lose his composure, your moans bringing him back to the present as he buried his face as close as he could to your pussy.

He groaned when he felt you clench again whenever his eyes met yours, the whines of his name going straight to his straining member, his hips now desperately rutting against the bed, no doubt soaking his boxers and trousers. “You taste so good… m’ can tell you’re gonna cum soon, ner baar’ur.” He moaned, eyes hazed in his almost drunken state, “Missed this pussy so much… missed you so much…” You sobbed at his praise, your head rolling back as you took in deep breaths, your feet and legs beginning to feel numb from your tightening coil. The sensations would ebb and flow, leaving you twitching under his grasp, and his words weren’t helping.

“Couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you,” he admitted, his movements losing their rhythm as his pleasure began to fog his head, his ears burning with a blush, “Wanted you so bad- and now I have you again…” He murmured, sucking at your clit acutely, feeling you start to reach your peak. His hips were jerking towards the bed almost in pain - he’d rarely cum this quickly, and only with his mouth against your core isn’t unheard of between you both, but this fast? He’d never live this down.

He couldn’t care less right now, his fingers scissoring inside of you and feeling your wetness across his tongue was all he could think about. “Kriff-! Cross, I’m getting close-!” You moaned out at a higher pitch, the hand on your breast squeezing a lot more, and the hand that you had up at your mouth made its way down to Crosshair’s head - you couldn’t help it, you needed to touch him, you needed to hold onto him. Your hand pushed him back down towards you, his tongue and fingers moving in harmony and pulling you closer to your release.

Crosshair groaned, sucking more along your clit as his fingers curled against your G-Spot with intense precision. You sucked in a gasp, heat tickling up from your legs all the way up to your neck, the coil in your abdomen tightening a final time before snapping with a loud cry. His fingers began to curl your wetness out of your hole, hungrily lapping up your essence as if he’d been without water for months. Your moans filled his ears, and with the results of your orgasm filling his mouth he then realised how wet his upper thigh felt, groaning at how sensitive his softening cock felt, hips twitching away from any contact.

He kissed and drank away your release, sitting back up on his thighs, both of you panting whilst looking into each other’s eyes. His bionic hand came up to his mouth, licking away the remnants of your pleasure, tasting your sweetness that mixed in with the flavour of metal. “Wow…” you breathed out, your legs spread out beside his knees.

He took in your appearance once more, your dress bunched up around one of your breasts, your bra cup folded to make way for your bare boob. He smiled, his cockiness returning little by little, “Did I make you cum so hard you can’t even think, cyar’ika?” He purred, smiling at the smirk that came to your lips.

“Something like that. Although I could say the same to you,” you teased, winking at the damp spot around his bottoms. With a quick chuckle he leant down, taking your lips in a loving kiss. You felt his tongue stroke over yours, moaning when you could taste your essence before he leant back. “For when you kiss Hunter when he gets back,” he teased, a cocky and proud smirk gracing his features. You whined slightly, feeling a swell of heat rush back to your oversensitive core in tune with your heartbeat, “Crosshair!” You hissed, turning your face away with a blush.

The sniper chuckled, gently knocking your forehead with a knuckle, “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, sliding off the bed before picking you up, “Otherwise Sergeant’ll have my head.” He joked, earning a giggle from you, “Oh, I wonder why?” You replied sarcastically, arms curving around his neck.

“Because I helped myself to dessert before dinner.” He grinned, chuckling at your loud groan, “That was terrible!” He carried you to the fresher, sitting you on top of the sink and grabbing a towel, waiting for the water to heat up slightly before wiping you clean. You smiled at how soft he handled you, how delicately he cleaned you up and fixed your dress back into place, going back into the bedroom to grab you some fresh underwear.

Whilst he changed his trousers and boxers, you noticed the pair of pants you had been wearing before as he not-so-subtly placed them in his pocket, smirking at you as he came between your legs, “What?” He asked innocently, earning a laugh from you and a shake of your head, “Really?” You asked while Crosshair began kissing along the marks he’d left on your neck. This reminded you of the times you would spend together before the Empire - anytime he had his way with you he’d sometimes keep the underwear that he had thrown across the room. Whether it was an in-the-moment trophy or not, you knew it was more so that he had further bragging rights over his squad, especially Hunter.

You knew when everyone would return Hunter would be able to sense what had just happened, and he would constantly be smelling your arousal on Crosshair while he would have to make the dinner, only for matters to be made worse when he’d kiss you and taste the lasting flavour of your orgasm along your tongue. Tech and Echo would be able to piece together what went on between their medic and the sniper from the strands of your hair that would be frizzy and how creased your dress would be, and Wrecker would be able to see the marks scattered along your neck and collarbone, along with the slight puff of your lips.

The boys fighting over you would never get old.

You remembered when Tech surprised not just you, but his brothers as well. They never realised just how… bold he could be. The time shared between you and the genius, whole squad included or not, would regularly include him recording the interactions. He loved being able to look back on the heavily encrypted videos on his datapad with you or when he was alone. He loved being able to see and analyse how your body writhed underneath him, how your breasts would bounce in sync with his thrusts and especially loved replaying the parts of the video where he could see his cock slide in and out of your tight hole.

Where the surprise comes in is when he would turn his comm on, or send snippets of a video to each member of the squad when they least expected it… and it always seemed to happen when you just happened to be alone with him while they would be taking on a mission. No doubt Tech’s planning.

He would have his helmet positioned closest to you so that the squad would be able to hear every moan and whimper that fell from your lips, how you would chant his name or whichever name he wanted you to call out just to make them jealous. It wasn’t just your voice the comm link would pick up, it would also pick up the sounds of Tech’s hips slapping the skin of yours and the bunk slamming against the wall, despite its fastenings.

Whenever the team would return, it would be a sweet tug of war; Tech trying to keep you in his bunk for as long as he could until you’d need to use the ‘fresher, and one of the boys would immediately scoop you up after you’d leave, stealing you away to their bunk instead. Most of the time it was Wrecker who would be the one to carry you away.

Wrecker would be able to get his back, though. He was a literal wall in the way of the Batch trying to steal you away from him. He would be able to have you lying atop of him innocently and not so innocently. If he really wanted to he could have you shaking just from sitting on his thigh. Sometimes after a few rotations away doing missions back to back, you and the boys would go to 79’s to unwind. If you were to land yourself in Wrecker’s lap, chances were you weren’t going to be sitting comfortably. The sweetheart of your squad had a side to him that left you ravenous and letting go of any dignity you tried holding onto.

His hands were most comfortable on your hips whenever you’d straddle him, subtly rocking and tilting them along his massive thigh, the muscles flexing against your core while he’d kiss the back of your ear. Being in 79’s meant you could afford to let out your desperate moans and have them covered by the blasting music, your movements appearing like you were both swaying to the songs.

If you were in a bunk he would help himself to the warmth of your chest, squeezing and caressing your skin all over before moving you into any position he desired. He would spend a lot of time prepping you for his girth, eating you out like a thirsty dog until his cock would throb in pain, desperate to feel you loosen and clench around him - and to hear you scream out his name and carve your nails into his skin.

If Wrecker didn’t want to share, your screams were the things that kept his squad up during the night cycle, all of their cocks painfully tightening beneath their blacks.

Whenever Echo had felt slightly jealous, he would stay behind with you when the squad would leave for another mission. He would tell you that his prosthetics were feeling uncomfortable or he was struggling with his senses feeling slightly off. Being the ever-brilliant medic you were, he felt horrible for telling little white lies to get you to himself, but it was his way of ensuring you both privacy… definitely not because he became a blushing shy mess around you.

The first couple of times he’d asked you to check his prosthetics had you incredibly worried, until you’d realised that majority of these check ups resulted in you on your knees. You’d known Echo when he was an ARC trooper of the 501st, you had tended to his wounds back then and it made you thankful that you could still tend to them now. In any condition he was in, you were happy he was still here for you to hold; and once you managed to get that through to him did his confidence begin to bloom once more.

Especially when he could look into your eyes while he ran his fingers through your hair to push his cock further down your throat. Echo had found that he especially enjoyed having your mouth just before the squad would return and sometimes during his briefings with Rex, seeing your lips swell around his member and your eyes glaze over with lust while he had to remain stoic sent shivers all over him. He loved the look that would wash over your face once he would push pass your gag reflex and empty his load down your throat, the way your tongue would lull out and chase his tip as he pulled away would be enough to get him hard again.

Your thoughts then began to drift to what Crosshair had said to you, how Hunter would be able to taste your nectar along your tongue after having your scent following the sniper with your underwear in his pocket - all just to rile him up. Crosshair would make a show of wearing drastically different clothing after you both would fuck, making sure to dress you in one of his shirts or blacks. The mixture of your sweat and Crosshair’s would be all over you before he’d direct you towards Hunter.

Perhaps Crosshair enjoyed seeing how Hunter could stake his claim on you? How desperate their leader would be to completely dominate your scent with his own after the squad all had their moments with you? Who knew, but the thoughts that followed were of what Hunter would do once piecing it all together.

He knew deep down that his brothers loved to feel like they were all in competition. They knew you loved them unconditionally, but they couldn’t help but want to prove just how much they loved you. Whether it was instinct, or purely playful, you certainly weren’t complaining.

Especially when Hunter would finally get his time to remind his vode just who the hell he was.

Hunter was your brave Sergeant, your handsome lover. But when you and his brothers pushed him too far, he had to remind you all why he was the leader. The moments between you and Hunter, you were his and only his - with his Vode watching or not, he would have you however he’d want. He would bite and kiss heavy marks into your skin, and would sometimes order the boys to watch, to watch you come undone underneath their Sergeant’s handiwork. With Hunter’s incredible stamina and (thanks to you) unearthed desires, you would be in for a long night - you swear the man was an animal. Once, everything he had pent up was released on you in one night into the early hours of the morning.

The thoughts and memories of your boys left your cheeks with a soft hue, your teeth grazing your bottom lip slightly as you smiled down at the marksman, his kisses bringing you back to reality once more.

As much as it was a playful annoyance, when he would keep a trophy of your underwear, Crosshair’s gesture brought you back to the feelings of normality, happy that things were returning and changing in their own ways. You gently brought Crosshair’s jaw up so that you could look at him, his eyebrow quirking up, and you could tell he was now doubting teasing his brothers.

You pulled him closer, gently kissing his lips before your forehead playfully bonked his, “I’m so happy you’re back… that we’re all here…” you hummed. His shoulders relaxed and leant towards you, his arms circling your waist and bringing you closer in a soft embrace. “Me too…”

“Thank you for your apology, ner cyare.” You whispered, you knew it wasn’t necessary to tell him but you thought it was worth him knowing how much you appreciated it. He sighed gently, his head burying into your shoulder, “Thank you… for giving me another chance…”

You held each other like that for a few moments, smiling when you head the door open and the familiar chatter of your squad filled the silence of your home. “Sarad! Crosshair! You two in here?” Wrecker called, hearing the rustle of the bags as you grinned, tapping Crosshair as you shuffled off of the sink, kissing his cheek, “C’mon. Let’s go,” you said softly, your hand coming down to lock your fingers with his. “They’re here, Wrecker.” You heard Hunter answer, making his way to the kitchen.

You emerged from the bedroom with Crosshair in tow, smiling at your boys and Omega taking their shoes off, “You miss us?” You joked, going over to hug Omega once again, squeezing her close to you. “You should’ve seen Wrecker, he started running around looking for you!”She grinned, teasing her big brother. A blush dusted Wrecker’s cheeks before he started spluttering, “W-Well that was before I realised Cross’d disappeared too! I thought you were alone!” You laughed with the two of them, ruffling Omega’s hair, “Awwwh~ So you did miss me!” Swatting away your hand with a whine, Omega huffed with a proud look, “Of course we did, but I knew you were perfectly fine - it was Crosshair I was worried about,” Crosshair scoffed at his little sister, walking to the group and grabbing the bags from the floor, “How touching…”

Tech and Echo observed Crosshair, noticing his change of trousers and the flash of lace in his pocket as he turned towards the kitchen. Tech felt the heat brush up his neck as a sense of jealousy filled his chest, looking over to see the marks over your neck. Echo was the same, raising a brow at the sniper as Crosshair sauntered off, a relaxed expression on his face. After your embrace, Omega followed him to where Hunter had gone into the kitchen, grabbing some other bags along the way.

You went up to Wrecker, your arms squeezing his large frame with a dreamy sigh, “Sorry for disappearing, Wreck. What’d you all grab for dinner?” You grinned, now feeling a wave of hunger flash over you. Wrecker’s eye flicked down to your neck, seeing the newly bruised skin and grinned, kissing your forehead. “I’m guessing Cross won’t need much to eat now, huh?” He joked, and you hadn’t realised his lanky brother had returned to grab more bags, his eyes widening before a blush dusted his ears, not used to Wrecker being the one to successfully tease him.

You laughed alongside Wrecker before going up to Echo and Tech, greeting them both with a soft kiss to their cheeks. Tech’s shoulders relaxed and a small smile came to his face but he tried to hide it as he buried his nose into his datapad, “We grabbed a dinner that will simultaneously be highly nutritious and incredibly beneficial for your pregnancy. And due to Hunter cooking tonight, we will more than likely have plenty of leftovers.”

“Hah! Is that a challenge?!” Wrecker laughed, walking past you three with the rest of the bags towards the kitchen. Echo smiled, shaking his head, “Well, at least we know it’ll be a feast tonight,” he sighed, relieved it wasn’t him, yet again, in charge of your growing family’s meal. Crosshair walked past you three as well, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head before sauntering to your sofa, plopping down and turning on the holofilm. “As long as it isn’t bland,” he huffed.

Tech looked towards his brother, “I find that to be incredibly unlikely, Omega has offered to be the taste tester this time. Also, you will still have traces of our cyare on your tongue, and I believe that would be more than enough to enhance anything you could eat for a while.” The statement left you choking on your saliva at how bold Tech could be when he wanted to, Echo panicking and patting your back with wide eyes at Tech, “Tech, really?!” He scolded, his hand coming up to your flushed cheeks. Crosshair didn’t flinch though, locked in a playful staring contest with his brainy brother, his arm lounging over the back of sofa. “If you’re jealous, Tech, why don’t you have a taste for yourself?” Crosshair teased, eyes glinting in mischief.

You gawked at the sniper, ready to scold him with an obvious blush coating your cheeks before looking over to his brother. Tech’s posture stiffened, his lips pursing in thought, before his eyes met yours, “Perhaps I just might.” Echo couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his arm tightening around your waist, “Or, you could go in and help Wrecker organise the fridge before he stuffs it all in at once.” The ARC trooper said behind clenched teeth, instantly Tech’s eyes widened in surprise, looking towards the kitchen, “You are correct,” he placed his datapad back into the slot on his belt, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Perhaps we shall have to discuss this later.”

Crosshair smirked in victory, turning his attention back to the random holofilm that was on. Echo sighed as he brushed a hair behind your ear, “You had us worried when you disappeared in the market, baar’ur.” He pouted slightly, walking with you towards the kitchen, “Oh, Echo. You know I’d of been alright, I was with Crosshair.” You smiled, giggling at his straight face, “Exactly.” You laughed, holding his hand and placing a kiss on the back of it as you walked.

Another laugh escaped you on your way to say hello to Hunter, seeing Tech pointing to the shelves in the fridge for Wrecker to load, Omega also there to jokingly keep an eye on her massive brother. Echo gave you a gentle kiss to your lips, his hand tapping your lower back gently, “I need to comm Rex, so I’ll be back in a bit, try not to miss me while I’m gone.” He smiled. You pouted slightly, your hands coming up to stroke across his sharp cheek bones, “If you say so, say hi to Rex for me? And that I say hi to the rest of the boys?” You asked with an innocent stare.

The ARC trooper laughed, playfully tapping his forehead against yours, “Of course, Mesh’la.” He called to Hunter about where he was going before walking towards the back door of your home. You slipped into the cooking area, your hands sliding across Tech and Wrecker’s backs affectionately. Reaching Hunter with a smile, your arms circled around the eldest’s waist with a grin as he chuckled, his hand coming to your forearm with a gentle squeeze.

Hunter turned around to look down at you, eyes instantly catching the fresh marks on your neck and your scent finally hit him. He could smell the remnants of your arousal, the sweet aroma had his pupils blowing instantly, eyes flicking once more to see if anyone was looking in your direction. “I see you and Cross didn’t have any trouble coming back home,” he husked.

His thumb came to the bottom of your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his lips in a hungry exchange. At the back of your throat was a soft hum you knew his ears would be able to pick up on. His tongue danced with yours, his brows furrowing once he could taste the results of your previous orgasm. His hold on your jaw tightened, a chill running up his spine as he desperately tried to lap up any remains of the essence in your mouth before parting for air. “Did you have fun?” He smirked deviously as his tongue seductively licked his lip, his eyes lidded and darker than usual with his pupils taking over the beautiful golden haze.

You ignored the heat pooling between your legs and giggled innocently, a hand coming up to the side of his tattooed face, your thumb tracing his bottom lip, “Maybe~” you grinned. The slam of the fridge door caught the attention of the both of you, hearing the victorious laughs of Wrecker and Omega, followed by the sigh from Tech.

You looked up at your Sergeant, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “Looks like we’ll have to come back to this,” you giggled, his tired expression returning with a slow nod, “I guess so.” His hands traced your hips, pulling you towards him as his lips ghosted your ear, “I can’t let you get away with teasing your Sergeant, little medic.” He growled, nipping at your lobe before spinning you around with a playful swat to your rear, earning a high pitched gasp from you, “Now get out of my kitchen and relax.”

The sun had finally set when you had situated yourself between Wrecker and Tech on the sofa, Omega and Hunter were still preoccupied preparing the final bits of dinner and Echo was still having his briefing with Rex. The moonlight began to dance across the floor in your living room, accentuating the blue hue of the holoshow in front of you all.

Your head leant on Wrecker’s pec, humming now and then from loving the warmth that came from underneath his thin, oversized shirt. With a chuckle, Wrecker’s large and calloused hand came to your shoulder, “Tired, mesh’la?” He asked softly, not wanting to disturb Crosshair and Tech. You looked up at him, smiling softly at his concern, “Just a little bit - but I’ll be fine once it’s chow time.”

The demolitions expert stared down at you with a growing grin, squeezing you closer into his side, “Not surprised! You’re eating and walking around for two, sarad!” He joked, placing a kiss on your forehead as his free arm came to gently trace his knuckles atop your belly.

“The expression, ‘eating for two’, is actually a myth. Your calorie intake will not be divided between yourself and the baby. Although… prepping a meal for Wrecker, the expression seems rather fitting.” Tech interjected, his finger pointing upwards before adjusting his goggles. Wrecker blinked at his brother with a dumbfounded expression, “Really? How’sat work?” He asked, taking no notice of Tech’s joke. Crosshair let out a groan, “Don’t ask Tech questions when this osik is playing on the holo.” He grunted, chin jutting towards the show he apparently started paying attention to. Wrecker laughed at that, interrupting Tech before he could speak. “Hah! Since when did you start paying attention to these shows, Crosshair?”

Tech inhaled once more to give the explanation anyway before Omega skipped into the living room, “Dinner’s ready!” She chirped, running over to the sofa to grab your hand, “Hunter wants (Y/N) to plate her food first, c’mon!” She grinned, tugging your arm up with a laugh. Wrecker grinned, helping you shift off of the cushion, his hands on your waist to stabilise you as you stood, groaning as you straightened your back. “I swear this baby’s getting heavier every day,” you mumbled, Wrecker’s cheeks dusting a soft pink, “Ah, sorry about that, cyar’ika…”

You laughed loudly, hands coming to his cheeks and kissing his adorable pout, “Don’t be silly, Wrecker!” He grinned once more with his lips smooshed between his cheeks, his eyes staring and fluttering up at you with pure love and adoration. Crosshair broke him out of his dreamy haze when he slid next to his larger brother, his face near your knuckles, “Got another one of those kisses for me?” The sniper asked slyly, staring up at you with his signature grin. You smiled, your hand about to cradle his jaw before his face was engulfed by Wrecker’s much larger one, “Back off, Cross! You’ve had plenty!”

Tech stood next to Omega now, his fingers delicately coming to your palm, his little sister trying to contain her laughter as she came to hold your other hand, “Can I get a kiss, (Y/N)? Echo said that I’m getting better with my energy crossbow,” she bargained with a triumphant huff, her free hand coming towards her hip. You chuckled at her playful nature, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. “That’s brilliant! You’ll have to show me later! And who knows Omega? You might even beat my accuracy score.” You challenged her, giving her a playful nudge while pulling the young girl and Tech towards the kitchen as she laughed with confidence, “Oh, it is on!”

Behind the three of you, Wrecker had Crosshair in a playful headlock, shouting about how he needs to give the rest of the squad their time to spend with you today with hisses from the sniper. You walked through the doorframe, gawking at how much food Hunter had managed to prepare, the scents making your mouth water instantly. Tech looked impressed, having to adjust his goggles to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. “The amount of food you have prepared has exceeded any of my previous expectations. Well done, Hunter.” Tech congratulated, his hand on your lower back as you made your way towards your Sergeant.

You circled your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a sweet kiss, “Thank you for making dinner, Hunter - it looks fantastic!” His expression softened as his hands came to your hips, “Well, someone’s gotta make sure you’re eating good - all of you.” He hummed, distracted with staring into your beautiful glowing eyes.

You’d grabbed your plate, waiting for Omega to grab hers as you followed her to the table, sitting next to her in the middle of the modified dining table. When you announced your pregnancy, Wrecker had been sneaking off with the locals with tools and lumber, and within a few weeks he returned with a wonderfully long and expertly crafted dining surface. You remember Wrecker’s sweet blush when he gifted it to the squad, “I just thought that… what with our cyar’ika… a-and our, uhm, growing family… we might need a bigger table… so I asked Shep and the others for a hand…”

Hunter had a soft smile on his features at the interaction before his nose twitched, eyes flicking over to Crosshair with a focused stare. Crosshair had begun to eat his meal, smirking to himself once he noticed his Sergeant go stiff.

Once Echo had taken his seat, you all had began conversing at alternating volumes, giving Crosshair his chance to mutter under his breath, knowing Hunter’s enhanced ears would be able to pick it up. “Something the matter, Sergeant?”

Hunter’s eyes studied Crosshair in detail now, noticing what the other’s had earlier on when he wasn’t in the room, except they didn’t have to endure the heavenly scent of your arousal, especially when it was coming from his brother’s pocket. His eyes caught the lace trim, pupils blowing up once more with clenched fists, painfully swallowing down his food and attempting to appear neutral. “You tell me, Crosshair.”

He knew his vod was trying to rile him up like he always does, but he couldn’t help the painful strain that formed beneath his trousers. The sniper turned to him with a vexing grin, “Cyar‘ika and I were just reminiscing on the old days, you should’ve seen it.” He goaded, “I don’t remember her ever sounding like that… it really was a spectacle, vod. She tasted delicious. Almost as good as the dinner, Hunter.”

Hunter should’ve scoffed at the compliment but his head was completely fogging up against his better judgement. He could usually snap out of it and remain strict with himself, but in the recent months of seeing you with your swollen breasts and growing belly, there’s very little he could do to keep himself in check. Your slight hobble whenever you’d get out of bed, the way your body curved always had him looking away, knowing that anytime his eyes landed on you it was a battle against his instincts. The one thing he couldn’t avoid was your scent. It was sweeter than before, and with you remaining indoors a lot more than them, the whole house held your aroma - you smelt like home.

With having his squad here, sat around a table and having dinner, you carrying a babe, like a family should - it was too much to bear for his heart. But with Crosshair provoking him every time he had you alone, his mind could only go places he wished he could control.

Perhaps he’ll just have to jog yours and his brother’s memory about how he could truly put his skills to good use…

A/N: oh my god this was a lot longer than what I was thinking. Sorry if anything felt a bit too long, but I hope you enjoyed! 🫶🥰

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