#poly bad batch fic

[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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He had just begun to inch his hand a little higher and to the left, Hunter letting out a small whimper of his name, when Tech’s voice sounded through the comms.

“Echo has the data, though I am unsure if either of you cares.”

“Shit.” Hunter gasped. “The comms…”

“Were on? Yeah.” Echo replied. “We have what we came for, but we are going to need a distraction to get out of here safely. And, preferably, one where you both keep your clothes on.”

— certifiedspacewitch, from Crashing a Party in Style

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part 7

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female nicknamed Reaper in 3rd person is rescued from being Dooku’s apprentice and needs to blow some steam with an old love 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, Killing, PiV, Oral (both), alcohol, emotional turmoil

Word Count: 8k (I’m sorry 😣)

Part 6 Part 7.5 Part 8

Masterlist

If you want the angst of 6.5, let me know and I’ll finish writing it

The boys left early, something about needing to clean the shop leaving you alone with the two people who were closes to you. Although after one two many drinks, you could definitely see Wolffe's guard lower and his eyes stayed locked on you for the rest of the night. Even if your dress you still went toe to toe with the boys whether it was who could take the hardest punch or who could lift the heaviest thing. You felt free and content here with just being here with them, except when Wolffe tried to stand up that the night was over when he fell back into his seat laughing.

"I've missed this," you said putting one arm around him helping him up.

"I've missed you."

"I missed you too," a sad smile broke out, "and you," you said to Cody as he grabbed Wolffe's other side.

"You should be with us, fighting and having fun."

"You don't need me anymore, but I will never be far."

"General... he's looking a little Green," Cody said noticing the expression on Wolffe's face, "I'll be right back," he said carefully stepping away to get a bag.

"I'm fine, just realized what I said."

"Don't worry about it, doubt you'll remember it," you laughed try to defuse the tension.

"I love you," he said knowing this was probably one of the last chances he got to say it.

"I got him if you wanna go check on your men," Cody volunteered, pretending to not hear what what he just said.

"I'll see around Cody, haze him later for me," you jested pulling your arm away.

You said goodnight, leaving them to get back to the barracks. The alcohol rummaged around in your system, making you feel a little light headed. Maker, what is that stuff you groaned, never again. You found the boys sitting at the table, each of them silent but stern looking at each other.

"Can this wait til morning?," you said trying to put off whatever was coming.

"You should have stayed there with them," Crosshair said looking at you, his blood was ice, "You don't belong here," he said standing up, his legs wobbling a little bit but he put himself in front of you, "Tech doesn't want and neither do I. I will... never love you," he said bumping his shoulder into yours, hoping the comment was enough to keep Tech out of your wraith.

Tech fiddled with his googles, chest tightening but followed after his brother who barely made it out the door before slumping against the wall. Tech felt empty, noticing the double meaning of what his brother had said, the sacrifice he made for him, his chest tighten even further barely being able to breath.

"Anyone else?" Ask trying to keep the breaking out of your voice, no one spoke, "I'm going to sleep in a hotel tonight."

When you got to your room you grabbed the med patches and placed them on your neck. Fumbling out of your dress you opted for your robes, stashing your sabers and grabbing a handful of credits before stumbling your way out of the ship.

"I'll go with you," Hunter offered waiting by the door.

"I want to be alone."

He gave you a nod seeing the pain in your eyes, "be safe."

"Where's the fun in that" you answered sourly.

The walk to the nearest cheapest hotel was sobering. You wanted nothing more then to rip the skin off your spine and regretting. I am the Collector, good nor bad, my duty is protect knowledge. And that is it.

"What happens now?" Echo asked looking to Hunter.

"We'll wait for her to come home."

"She's not coming back," Hunter heard Crosshair said from the other room.

"She'll come back when she's ready," Hunter affirmed looking between Echo and Wrecker who stared at her empty room.

"Why did you have say that Crosshair, you know it's not true" Wrecker asked knowing his brother could hear them.

There was no reply just silence. Echo blamed himself he should have stayed with her or tried to talk Crosshair out of it. Why I didn't try to go after her? Echo loosened his jaw when his teeth began to hurt, he looked at Hunter who was also trying to hide what he felt but Wrecker didn't bother to try.

"I'm going to be in her room right," Echo let out heading towards the room, Hunter caught his wrist with an eyebrow raised, "I don't know how the rest of you feel, I love her and I don't know if she's coming back," he said staring at the floor but it was enough of an answer that Hunter let him go.

Hunter understood how he was feeling all to well.  Hollow, wondering if they just ruined the best thing that had ever happened to them. Why didn't he tell her. Hunter left Wrecker standing there and headed towards his hammock to think. He noticed Crosshair laying in his staring at the ceiling emptied of any emotion and that Tech was gone.

"Don't know, don't care," Crosshair said before Hunter could ask, rolling over to face the wall.

Hunter felt a speeder move in the distance, he knew who it was. He turned and left, knowing his brother was probably going to something stupid to distract himself. Wrecker was still disoriented about what had happened and trying to make sense of it, he never got to say how to felt because out of all them he apparently seemed to be the gentlemen.

"I'll be back in a while, keep anyone else from leaving," He told Wrecker who was sitting by the ramp.

"Tech?"

"Yeah.."

It didn't take Hunter long to find him even on Coruscant with the thousands of machinery. Tech was still sitting on the bike overlooking a busy speed way race. Hunter noticed the emotions playing out on his face, he pulled up next to him and sat. An inner war sieged in Tech between his heart and his brain, he did the most logical thing to be able to protect his brothers but his heart called it a betrayal. He pressed his fingers to the bride of his nose and his leg bounced but he remained silent, waiting for the war to quiet.

"So, why couldn't you tell her yourself?" Hunter said disrupting his train of thought

"I didn't want to see the look on her face," Tech said bluntly, "Did I ruin it for everyone else?"

"I don't know where she is to ask her, so I can't tell you. I think it would have been better coming from you. Crosshair... crossed a line."

"Crosshair has always been-"

"That doesn't make it any better."

"What do you think I should do given the situation?"

"I'd start by finding her and telling her what's going on in your head so she at least knows why."

"And if I can't find her?"

"Hope your songs cross again," Hunter said starting his bike and headed back towards the ship, "Regrets are hard to live with, I hope she comes back so I can fix mine."

Tech followed him back to the ship and his equipment. He made a sludge worthy cup of caff, it was disgusting but he downed it. He could feel Hunters smile behind him when he walked passed. Tech sighed to himself with the amount of camera footage he would have to hack into and comb through but he did find her ... and he watched her leave the hotel and heads towards the ship yard knowing it was about to be to late.

The squad rushed getting out and arrived to where Tech had last traced her location. They look to found a ship lot. They found Wolffe and Cody already there. They walked towards them and then they heard it.

Echo looked up, to see a ship with a scythe crossed with a yellow saber spray painted on a ship entering the air, "Found her."

"Where's she goin?" Wrecker asked confused.

"Far away from us," Crosshair scowled.

"Do you know where?" Hunter asked looking at Cody and Wolffe.

"Right like I'd tell any of you," Wolffe said side eyeing them.

"She's going to meet with Count Dooku to see about bargaining to get her Master's saber back," Cody said, shock hitting them all at once.

"Like Sith's hell," Echo said turning and trying to go after her before Cody threw his arm around his neck to stop him.

"Should be really be going alone?" Wrecker asked.

"She wanted too. With how mad she is, I wouldn't worry," Cody said holding him a little tighter against his struggle, "Honestly, I really wouldn't want to be the next person who pisses her off."

"I agree that she shouldn't have gone alone but you shouldn't have told them. I was already wrong trusting them. I'll go after with her," Wolf said growling.

"We'll bring her home, Wolffe" Hunter said looking up watching the ship make the jump, "this is our fault, let us fix it."

"Why would I trust you because you lot are the reason she left alone?"

Hunter pulled out the one of her two sabers, she didn't take with her hoping it was answer enough.

"I love her," Echo deflated, Cody let go of him.

"Fine, but I'll bring her home." Wolffe gritted out, annoyed.

"How do you know where to find her? Given that ship was most likely recently acquired given the crudeness of the paint job, there most likely isn't a tracker on it due to it being recently acquired."

"Wouldn't you like to know," Wolffe glared at him.

"It's been well documented that both the Jedi and the Sith can create connections through the force, allowing two Force individuals to bridge their minds together allowing the transfer of memory, location, visual stimulation and emotions across the galaxy. Although I don't see how that is possible because you are neither and a clone," Tech stated, "So I am also curious about this."

Wolffe smiled remembering the fond memories of silent communication they had when fighting and the secret but obviously transmissions, "I think right now she rather have me tracking her down then either of you," he stared at Tech and Crosshair.

"She definitely loves you more then any of us," Crosshair scoffed.

Wolffe got in his face staring into his icy demeanor without fear, matching it with his own, "I thought she did too until last night and then I found out last night she was at some sleazy hotel alone. I hope she does love me more because at least I would have gone after her"

"Isn't that calling the quacta calling the stifling slimy, you just let her go too" Crosshair said taking the tooth pick out of his mouth with a smirk.

"It shouldn’t take her long. I was wrong to ever let her in the first place," Wolffe said pointedly and turning, "Plus would you know of love anyway?" he paused to give him a sideways glance, "the only thing you seem to be capable of feeling is rage and lust. She's the best woman I've ever had, down for anything and that wasn’t even enough for you" he added chuckling starting to walk away.

"We'll bring her home, Wolffe."

"You won't like it if I have too," Wolffe said with Cody tailing him, Hunter could hear them taking about a diplomatic search and rescue convoy.

"Hunter, mounting our own search would directly impede the speed of any future orders thus interfering with our task and our mental focus during said task?" Tech pondered out loud.

"We are loyal to each other, first, and she is one of us."

"You misunderstand, I'm an not implying that we don't go after her but I'm asking how do we get her back."

Crosshair shoved him, "We can't go after her, our loyalty is to each other and to the Republic not some rogue consorting with the enemy."

Tech looked at Echo seeing what he understood to be betrayal and confliction, Hunter's jaw was set tight noting the truth to the statement and Wrecker was sad and Crosshair was nothing but rage. All Tech felt was guilty, he knew letting Crosshair 'be the bad guy' was the wrong thing to do and he wished desperately that he could go back and change it but knew he couldn't. He blamed himself for letting it happen and then it getting so out of hand. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment letting his mind clear.

"I have to, this was my mistake."

Crosshair growled grabbing Tech by the armor, "Dank Farrik... I looked her in the eye told her how I felt while ripping her heart out not once but twice," Crosshair composed himself pulling away, "She's better off with the regs. We're bad luck."

Your dress robes trailed behind you, it made your skin prickle with unease, it wasn't very battle appropriate but you were here as delegation and had to work as such. It made your stomach twist being inside the walls of Castle Serenno, while good nor bad you didn't often deal with those who practice the darker arts. The droids open the door to a luxurious room with Count Dooku sitting at a short table plastered in food and finery, the service droid moved to pull out your chair so you could sit.

"How are you enjoying my hospitality?" Count Dooku asked breaking the silence first.

"It is an absolute marvel, Count."

"Rumors have spread saying that the Tome sent their best Collector for these negotiations," he said raising an eyebrow while he took a drink.

"A rank of formality-"

"A rank you yearned mercilessly cutting down those who stood in your way-"

"Only when diplomacy failed but an intelligent man such as yourself already has his eyes set on his feasible price or he wouldn't have agreed to this delegation so we don't have to worry about that."

"Indeed I do," Count Dooku said studying you, a slow cat like smile spread across his face, "You must be my apprentice for a time, that is all I ask for your masters saber in return but while in my employ you must use the saber's provided," he said flickering the droid over with the box, using the force to push it towards you.

The wooden box was lined with red satin, laid two near perfect replicas of your saber design except with a mild curve in the end like the Count's. They had an energy all their own, bold and daring. You picked them up, clicking them to ignite and one started as a faint red but faded to your usual yellow and the other was bright red, intellect and rage.

"Am I to assume you accept the proposal? And it will be Master, we can train a little later today."

"I do accept on the terms however I will not terminate someone I care for while in your services, if you find this acceptable, Master."

I am the Collector, Good nor Bad, you mentally repeated to yourself, This is a task I must preform to keep the secrets of the old ways out of the hands of anyone who would use them for harm. There was a different type of power in the red saber that was in your hand it was like nothing you've ever felt before, it was intriguing.

If you like chapter 6.5 about being Dooku's Apprentice, please leave a comment -> it will hurt

You stood besides Dooku talking plans about building a garrison of droids here as a strategic move because of the planet's location to everything. The door flung open and five men walked in, guns drawn. They started at the finery of Sith regalia you were dressed in, the red leather top and side slit red satin pants but with you regular belt accenting your curves and the two new ignited sabers in your hand in a defensive stance. Their faces riddled with disgust seeing you at Count Dooku's side, protecting him. You watched as Echo's jaw fell but closed it immediately. You turned them off and returned them to your hips, placing your hands behind your back.

"I can not harm them, but I can however keep them distracted while you leave, Master."

"The infamous Squad 99?" He asked

"Yes."

"The pleasure is mine" giving a small bow, "but I have other matters to attend too, keep them busy. The box with the saber will be on their ship. Until we meet again, Apprentice," he smiled followed by a small procession of droids leaving you the rest of the small convoy.

You could feel their eyes bore into you, "Either you turn those to stun if you aim at me or I will actually use force," you declared.

"Give the order, Hunter. She is the enemy," Crosshair said with his finger on the trigger waiting to blast, lowered by still aiming at your feet and you saw the blaster was in fact not on stun.

Your hand twitched for your saber, something was different about him, the bags under his eyes darker and he felt... colder. Hunter stared at you, how you stood a little more taller, stronger and bolder, wondering if Crosshair was right all along.

"Cody said to trust her," Wrecker said.

"General?" The droids asked turning to look at you.

"I trust her," Hunter confirmed, they all aimed at the droids instead besides Crosshair; his trigger finger twitching.

"You tin cans are so dead," you laughed at the droids, "good luck."

You turned to walk out and let the boys take care of the droids. As you did you heard blaster fire coming your way without thinking your hand slipped to the red saber and reflected it back. Your heart dropped when you saw Crosshair duck out of the way.

"He's mine to deal with," you shouted the orders at the droids.

"Roger Roger" they moved out the way, shooting at the rest of the squad instead.

He fired again, "So Crosshair not only did you rip out my heart, you've decided to go against your sergeant and against me," you hissed, more of 'her' Dooku made coming out, "You can kill me here or die. The choice is yours, put the blaster down and walk away or we fight and the force decides," your hand going to your other saber letting its yellow light illuminate the ground.

"I've never been one for following orders," he said rapidly shooting shooting.

Tech watched the exchange, watching you easily deflect the shots methodically stepping closer to him knowing what was about to happen if he didn’t intervene. He shot the closes droids out of his way, jump rolling towards Crosshair stunning him before it could go any further but not before one of his own blast was reflected and grazed him next to his neck.

"CROSSHAIR!" Hunter yelled ripping his Vibro Knife into the head of a droid.

Echo watched stunned as you stood over Crosshair, holding the red saber over his unconscious body, noticing the tiny tremble in your hand with a single tear escaping down your cheek. He watched your hand moved closer becoming just a couple inches away from his heart.

"Cover me!" Hunter yelled slinging his blaster back and barreling towards you.

Hunter's hand cover yours pleading, allowing Tech to slap a patch on the wound "You don't need to do this."

"It would be peaceful" your tone emotionless still staring down at him, your heart ripping again that one of the men you love just tried to kill you.

Hunter clicked the saber off carefully waiting to see if you'd strike. His heart was racing, he didn't know if this was his Reaper that stood infront of him or his enemy. He looked to see that all of the droids were dead before taking his helmet off.

"You left us," his voice showing his defeat.

"YOU never responded to my transmissions... you never came for me. Do you realize the things I've had to do to get this saber back? That YOU could have prevented" You exclaimed getting more and more angry.

"Sorry it took so long, I figured they would have gotten you by now," Wolffe glared at them walking in with Cody and what looked like a full battalion behind them battling the droid forces outside with both Master Plo and Obi on their heels.

"Good thing we brought some back up. Your doing?" Cody smiled, pointing towards outside.

“Perhaps the sharing of information could have been beneficial,” Tech said with Wolffe glaring.

“It’s not hard to figure out that her nick name is the frequency, quite the coincidence that their the same length,” Wolffe growled watching Tech blink and type in the numbers and stare at all of messages.

"Better late than never I suppose," you said removing your hand from Hunter's, "What's the situation?" You asked voidly.

"Them, General Plo and I will head to the front to assist while General Kenobi and Commander Cody escort you and the memory crystal, which we already retrieved, back to Zetabed."

"General Kenobi, do you think you could go in my stead? I wouldn't mind cleaning up some of my mess"

"Unfortunately due to how valuable the asset is I've been tasked with escorting it Zetabed and the incident on Mithril with the beheading of Master Zallo. However It would be a shame to let such an opportunity pass for you practice your combat skills."

"You did what you had too, in war there are sacrifices that have to be done for the greater good. I am glad you and the information is safe," Master Plo added.

The sound of blaster fire somehow relaxing you, it almost turned into music. Cody noticed the familiar demeanor and the glint of battle twinkling in your eyes. He gave Wolffe a knowing look which got an eye roll and a smirk. They pressed the seal on their helmets because they knew it was going to be a race to the front lines. You bowed to the Masters, running out the door with your boys and the squad behind you ready for a fight but that was stopped quick when you got outside to see one of the pack was standing there with a crate, you opened it to find your armor.

"Don't mind if I do," you smiled undressing, slipping into your blacks and equipping the armor.

"Warning, karking hell," Cody said staring upwards.

“Wooza,” you heard Wrecker say probably staring at the new tattoo that covered the sides of your thighs and trailed around your torso stopping under your breast.

"Oh come on, it's not like you haven't walked in on worse," your eyes were drawn to the saber you left in your room on the marauder at the bottom of the box, it felt like a distant memory in a life forgotten.

You held it pressing it against your forehead, greeting it like an old friend before returning it to the box and took the matching saber off your belt and also placed it in the box questionably opting for the new ones. It wasn't the time to feel the pain of last holding both of those. You slung your blaster holsters back on, kissing the beautiful matching blaster set before putting them in the holsters.

"To those who fought," you said.

"To those who won," Cody added.

"To those who lost," Wolf repeated.

"To those who became the spirit of battle; eternal glory-"

"May your name be forever sung-" Hunter cut in.

"In the eternal song of those of Mandalore," Tech finished fiddling with his goggles, realizing the deep sentiment of the children's war chant and wondered who she was mourning.

"To War?" She said smiling at Wolffe.

"With you? Always, these tinnies don’t stand a chance” Wolffe watched the newfound skills, graceful and disastrous. The yellow blade dancing tirelessly deflecting and red blade mowed down clankers with controlled arch's and simple wrist flips that caused the blade to completely spin. Wolffe and Cody quick to catch up.

"It seems she's picked them," Crosshair groaned finally sitting up.

"She's been with Count Dooku for almost two months, she’s probably trying feel something familiar again-" Echo tried to defend pulling Crosshair up.

"Given she is using the red saber, even though hers were available and with the regs, don't defend her. The person you loved is gone, move on," he said cracking his stiff neck and pulled off the red soaked patch. He grabbed his rifle, "Orders?" He asked Hunter.

"Commander Cody has ordered us to the front lines so let's go," he said charging after her, hoping Crosshair was wrong.

"Let’s shred them," you smiled knowing the metal carnage that was about to ensue.

"Alright boys, the General's sick of looking at all this metal. Let’s put on a show," he teased into his coms.

It took about three seconds before you heard the 'Woof' come from the pack, several troopers switching to tossing bombs letting metal pieces flying in the air. It made your blood and heart race. You danced a few steps with a twirl but not stopping your hands it was a perfect symphony of destruction.

"You know I've thought a lot settling down recently," you purred deflecting a shot aimed at Wolffe, "on a battlefield," you laughed, finding a small shred of normalcy.

"I think you should look up!" Wolffe laughed.

You looked up to see a seppie ship burning, "He should be just about done. Gregor, how is operation Present going?"

"You are free to hand over the Present!" He called over the com.

Wolffe tossed you a red little button from a pocket, "Happy Birthday."

"Oh my maker, I've always wanted one of these!" You said wiping a theatrical tear, "Best birthday present ever!" you said pushing the bottom. You watched the burning ship lit up explosions happening everywhere. The ship was eventually going to crash somewhere on the planet... but given how many bombs were going off there wasn't going to much left to worry about when it entered the atmosphere.

"She's perfect!" Wrecker hollered.

"To bad who you knew is gone," Crosshair said taking his anger out on the droids. She's not her anymore. She killed a Jedi. She's not Reaper anymore, "Agh" he slipped out rapidly firing at droids each hitting their mark.

Echo watched her, Cody and Wolffe, "There so... in sync," he mumbled.

"They fight like we do. Together," Tech observed.

"She's with who she belongs with. Let it go!" Crosshair called.

"Enough." Hunter ended.

"It's not like you loved her, either Hunter."

"Enough!"

Crosshair rolled his eyes, it tore him apart but the sooner she was gone the sooner they could move on. Echo watched in pain the distance that she put between them, wondering if she even cared that they were there. Hunter's throat went dry, he never voiced that he loves she didn't know she's uses the force so shouldn't she feel it? Wrecker was jealous, unabashedly jealous switching to taking droids out with his fist. Tech was happy that she was alive but it still didn't fix the hole in his chest because they found her on accident.

You stopped Cody and Wolffe, two bounty hunters appeared in front of you. You rested one hand on your hip letting it stick out a little with the yellow saber still ignited and the other pointed at the ground.

"Aren't you handsome," you said to the taller hunter, "and you.. well the things I would do to you," you said to the hunk of muscles that was obviously the main hunters partner, "so how much is the bounty? And who?"

"A couple thousand credits to bring you alive to your Masters old apprentice, now make it easy on us."

"Ventress," Wolffe sneered.

"Shame, I would have loved to take you boys home with me but I don't associate with people who take orders from her," You raised the hand with the red saber, the rage and anger boiling up as the power you wielded rose the two men into the air, a cynical smiling spreading while it suffocated them "Where ever are my manners," you said stepping forward to let your finger trail down their cheeks, "I am Death, and I will be the last person you see."

Their eyes were locked on you as their necks snapped and they went limp and you dropped them, "If she's going to send bounty hunters after me at least give me a challenge or come after me herself, how sloppy" you scoffed stepping over their bodies, finally on the front lines.

"I told you she's gone," Crosshair said still shooting.

"Reaper..." Cody said looking at the carnage and how easy it was

"What? It was quick."

"It was still harsh."

"War is ugly, get use to it," you said rushing forward, your sabers dragging behind as you pushed into the front lines.

You jumped your way through several groups of troopers using clankers as stepping stones towards the approaching modified destroyer droids you helped design with an amazing fatal flaw. Their heads.

"What the HELL, was that?" Echo yelled.

"I don't know," Hunter said looking down at the two dead bounty hunters.

"They were no longer useful?" Tech interjected with dry humor.

"She's became who Dooku wanted ," Wolffe said also looking down the two men.

"And I hope she's still in there.." Echo said looking back up.

You jumped down in herd of droids, spinning slicing through them like a small precise tornado. It was almost a single person dance.

"Looks like your having fun!" Cody said once he caught up.

"I'm finally starting to feel like some version of me."

"You are always you, but how in balance you want to be is up to you!" He said taking out the droid he noticed sneaking up.

You stared down at the red saber, it’s power "You're right," you clipped the red saber back on your belt, until you got your anger under control it was to much of a temptation.

"Welcome back" you heard the smile in Cody's voice.

"Thanks Commander!"

Knowing you were one saber short he backed your flank. Wolffe looked relieved when he caught up and saw the red gone. Thank the Maker he thought.

"We've been ordered to head back and let the boys and rest handle what little is left."

"Maybe she isn't as gone as you thought she was," Tech noticing the change in her fighting style and the bright red light was no where in sight as they made their way to them. He heard them say to join them "this is going to be fun," Tech muttered.

"So what trouble do you think you'll be in?" Cody asked once they got to where the ships were.

"None, any offense is pardoned already."

"Dutchess Death," you heard the transdoshan say coming out of the shadow with a grin.

"Finally a bounty hunter worth my time, how are you Slicer, you handsome lizard."

"Not here for-s a bounty, just here to say good-s luck but I will be seeing you soon and-s Count Dooku offers you one more present," he hissed, tossing a small bag at you before melting back into the shadows.

"Who the hell was that?" Wolffe asked lowering his blaster.

"Part of my mess," you opened the bag, inside was a small long range communicator with an ear piece and a data key and placed in your belt pocket.

Obi and Plo arrived with the squad behind them, "Impressive fighting," Obi said breaking the ice.

"Count Dooku may be a monster but he does know how to weld a blade, I do not like the man but I can appreciate talent when I see it," you peaked to see if the look on there faces changed but it didn't.

Wolffe tucked his helmet under his arm and so did Cody, “I think you should talk to Gregor when we get back," Wolffe said.

"At the end of the day, with whatever decisions you have to make you have to be able to live with them. Remember what I said earlier," Cody added.

"Thank you-"

"We are making a slight detour before heading back because I obviously forgot it was your birthday, perhaps a quick banquet?" Obi offered.

"Maybe just a stop at 79's for a shot? It’s already been an exciting day.”

"Very well then," Obi smiled, "We'll meet you there."

He took commander Cody and the rest of the his assault force in the ships and took off, you tried following Wolffe and Plo but got told to be with squad 99. They were still waiting you entered the ship without a word heading straight to your room, the masters saber and your other two were on the freshly made bed. The ship was eerily silent, there was an occasional footstep going past the door but no one entered. You sat on the floor and crossed your legs trying to mediate. Count Dooku taught you about using the strength of your rage and anger to fight but the other things you had to do haunted you. He was smart, wise and cunning but also one of the most cut throat and merciless person you've ever met and that’s what everyone saw you be. Duty comes first no matter what. You couldn't get yourself to focus and leaned your head against the mattress.

"Fark," you mumbled, your heading spinning.

A small quiet tap came from the other side of the door that you almost hit it besides the anxiety you could feel from the other side of the door.

"What is it?" You called your hands on your sabers quietly unclipping them.

"It's me," you heard Echo's voice, before he opened the door.

"Enter," you said flatly putting your saber back.

"Worried about Crosshair trying something?" He asked looking down the movement of my hands closing the door behind him.

"Any of you really," you admitted.

“Everyone is out there trying to figure out what to say-”

“If there wasn’t anything left to say when I left, there isn’t anything left to say now.”

“I still lo-“

“Don’t, I don’t need your pity. I just want to be alone,” harshness lathering across the words.

“Come home, please,” he felt like he was suffocating, “No matter what you did, your one of us. Remember that,” he left taking just a few steps away from the door before sliding down the wall sitting on the ground, he wasn’t an often an emotional man, but several cascaded out in silence. He knew everyone heard the exchange and no one had a word to say

“Where’s home?” Hunter heard you whisper.

Tech read each message, each one worse then the last. The plans for each attack that was carried out, ways to stop it and found the part where she left like she was no longer herself wondering if there was still a place for her in the galaxy and he stopped breathing. He didn’t realize the grip his hand on the datapad until it broke. He started breathing again, his leg shaking.

“You can stay here or have a drink. I don’t care,” you said as soon as you landed on Coruscant and the ramp was lowered.

“Apathy won’t help you heal-“

“It’s not apathy- it’s emptiness.”

“The generals got summoned for a briefing so your stuck with us until we leave,” Cody said once you arrived, getting you out of your head.

“I’ll drink ANYTHING except what ever we had last time,” Wolffe said remembering his own rules that he broke and the amount of sick he was after.

“I’ll take ten of whatever we had last time, I obviously didn’t have enough of it,” you laughed, it was short but not humorous and they noticed.

You sat at the bar for once, “strongest you got,” he started at you, usually the life of the party but saw the hollowed husky in your eyes.

“For you? A glass,” he said pouring the vile stuff into a medium glass.

“You can tell?” You asked.

“Everyone can.”

You looked at the liquid chugging half of it, making a gagging sound remembering how disgusting and how disgustingly strong it was. Cody started at you, worried, not a single joke or shamelessly flirting with some random brother or picking a fight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, I made the same mistake of giving them the benefit of the doubt. I should have-“ Wolffe started.

“There’s a lot of things we should have done but now, it’s how we should move forward,” Cody the wise asked.

“I’m not sure there’s a forward for me,” you said taking another drink, “I wonder if it’s time to hang them up and retire somewhere.”

“Retire?” Wolffe asked.

“You should see my pardon list for this mission and then ask me that.”

“Reaper,” Wolffe said reaching out putting his hand on hour shoulder, “I did, I know you would never do such horrible things without cause, whatever was on that memory crystal was far to important.”

“Doesn’t make me feel better. Although that minor genocide charge was completely unfounded, that one plant ate children. If anything that was a public service,” the humor was dry but they still laughed which let you genuinely smile.

“I’m just glad your home.”

“What is up with everyone and that word home. No where is home,” you said starting to get mad finishing your drink, “I don’t need a home, I need three basic things, drinking, fighting and fucking.”

“Two out three isn’t bad,” Cody took a drink knowing where this was going, “Us clones don’t really have a home either, the closes thing we have is Kamino. We go ship to ship, place to place, battlefield to battlefield. Home is just as easily a feeling of being where you belong not just a place.”

“I definitely don’t have that either,” you said finishing the drink, “anymore,” your face puckered.

Cody got called over by a group a guys, he didn’t want to leave you alone but Wolffe gave him a little nod to go and figured this was about to be a personal moment with an idea about where it was going to go.

Wolffe scooted a little closer and put his hand on your leg, “You’ll always have a home with the 104th waiting and with me. I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“I learned a lot and I guess that’s what is eating at me.”

“It’s how you use what you learned that is important,” he said telling him no to another drink, “Well… you had two of the three things you need? I think we have time for the third.”

You stared at him the seriousness in the offer, “If I recall you didn’t want to cross that line again.”

“I shouldn’t have done a lot of things, but I can’t undo them but I can be at peace with them and try to fix what I did wrong,” he said staring at you waiting for a response.

“What did that datapad ever do to you?” Hunter laughed looking at it sputter on the floor, then the expression on Tech’s face, “You read the transmissions didn’t you?”

“Astute observation,” Tech gridded out with an eye roll picking up the datapad and putting in his bag grabbing another one switching over the luckily viable memory board.

“Tech-“

“Hunter, now is not the time. There is nothing I can do to fix what I did nor undo what happened because of it even though could have been prevented. Due to my clouded judgement, finding those should have been obvious. Crosshair might be right, maybe she should stay with them because I can’t focus on obvious.”

“You know why you can’t focus, the regret and guilt you try to hide. Do you really want to feel like this forever?” Hunter asked, hoping once again Tech would make the right decision.

You watch Wolffe whisper something in Cody’s ear receiving something between a scowl and a smirk, “Alright, alright. I’ll cover, go.”

It had been forever since Wolffe wrapped his fingers around yours, getting a couple howls from the boys watching. “Get it Commander,” both of you laughed, He smirked as you both walked he kept looking down your hand in his. That home is what home is, he wanted to say but not ruin it.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked feeling his busy thoughts.

“Trying to remember the last time,” he admitted.

“How about you focus on this time?” You winked pulling him into the hotel room you booked for the next two hours.

You kissed him, pulled back to look at him to see if their was any regret this time and there wasn’t. He pulled you back in, quickly peeling off your armor like a day hadn’t go by since he last did it and you took to undoing his. Your hands traced his blacks, feeling the crisp cut muscle underneath your heart pounding loud enough that your ears hurt.

“Are you sure?” You whispered barely able to hear yourself

“Yes.”

You stripped yourself of the blacks and he did the same, kissing you towards the bed. You tried push him down to be on top but he didn’t budge until you laid down. He kissed up your leg starting at the ankle stopping at the inner thigh and switched to the other one.

“Wolffe,” you let out as his mouth got closer to where you wanted it.

“Don’t rush me,” he mused, kissing up both of your hip bones, “or I’ll go slower,” he said kissing back down his mouth finding you.

“Oh… Maker” you moaned, his mouth remember the perfect spot.

A shiver shot down your body at being touched, you felt a drop of you suddenly leak out just for him to lap it up letting his tongue push against your entrance before going to stop. His tongue circling you with a slight pulse, your hands grabbed his hair no longer be to hear the moans over the sensation of him.

The pain in Wolffe’s cock was almost unbearable, it was trying to slowly pump itself into the bed to make the ache stop he locked himself tight to get it to stop. He’d almost forgotten what your arousal did to him, the taste of it causing a frenzy. He stroked the spot harder with his tongue watching your hips tremble as you about to come on his face. Wolffe didn’t miss a single drop that poured out the entrance he desperately wanted, letting his tongue explore the part it could reach enjoying your amazing taste. He pulled his tongue out and kissed your pretty pulsating clit. You looked down to see him grinning but you were barely conscious, the sensation had to be stronger then the ecstasy of spice.

“Aw, are you tapping out already,” he said moving up to see the pleasure across your face.

“Wolffe… put it in me right now, please,” you begged, head still reeling.

He couldn’t control himself anymore, every inch of his being screaming out to obey. He almost came right there in you, feeling your cushioned soaked walls grab ahold of him. “Maker you feel so good,” he moaned gently starting to stroke his cock with your pussy. You let your legs spread a little wider hoping he would get the idea and he did.

He rolled his hips faster into you. It felt like a fever dream that he was going to wake up from any second and you would be back with them, with him never getting a chance to say or show how he felt. He used that spite to go faster as he heard every plea escape your lips for him. Every stroke your walls tighten on him little by little trying to coax the orgasm out of him.

You moved your legs, locking his ankles down with yours, adjusting your hips so they would be more in line with him. He let out a groan so disgustingly hot that you knew it would be on your mind for the rest of the day. His strokes unintentionally matching the panting of your breaths for him. Every nerve in your body was on fire feeling the tip of his dick rub into the clot of nerves with his long but fast strokes. Your core tighten and your fingers dug into his muscular back, your heart physically feeling like it was shaking as your body wound tight getting ready to release. He growled as the tidal wave took you, causing you to clench around him and milked him into coming with with you.

“Crink,” his voice hoarse and the rest of his body still shuttering, he switched from being on his hands to his elbows resting his head on your chest trying to not squish you until the shaking stopped.

He pulled out of you careful, another moan escaping at the sensation and laid down gasping. Your hand down his held tight, your ears burning and grey spotting your visions. Wolffe was dizzy, his head reeling from the sensation but he managed to smile that the sensation hadn’t change meaning the connection between both of you was still there. He looked down to see a little cum coming out, “Still?” Before he could wipe it up your hand let go of his and swiped it up with your finger and stuck in your mouth, a moan escaping both of you.

“How about you put that cock in mouth so

I don’t miss a drop?”

“Maker,” he moaned putting his legs on side of you and pointy his still hard dick towards your mouth.

Your head still burned but you moved your head to where he could pump the load that was waiting to come out down your throat. It took a little coaxing to get him to start going but it didn’t take long to get the message. You wrapped your arm under his leg to play with his choobies to keep them from smack into your chin.

Wolffe’s knuckles were turning white from his tightly he was grabbing the head board as he used your mouth for his pleasure. He made the mistake of looking down, your lips wrapped down him, a little bit of saliva running out, and the desperation in your eyes for him to come. He exploded in the back of your throat mid thrust, your name spilling from his lips. You swallowed every dropped of the his warm creamy delicious cum. He stayed there until his felt cock finally start going soft before he rocked himself back on his heels feeling like his heart was going to give out. He notice arms still shaking clenching the head board, dropping them and they started tingling.

You both were gasping, but you removed your arm letting him collapse next to you. Even gasping both of your breaths falling into sync. It was silent but your mind was finally silent except for one gnawing thought. What or who were they doing in their free time tonight and for the last two months.

His hand once again slipped into yours, “Definitely a shower before we go,” he said kissing your neck deciding he still had a couple more left in him.

Tech listened to everything his eyes squeezed shut, he probably looked like a degenerate standing outside an occupied room but it felt like a stab in the heart it that froze him in place and almost made him bang on the door to get it to quit but noticed it finally went silent. He understood they left one of there own behind for two months and it was the deepest betrayal of everything they stood for but they never stopped looking or trying. Did it have to be with him? He quelled the anger rising, letting out one harsh breath. He was the most logical choice, it obviously had to be him. Admitting three little words when he saw her again could have prevented all of this because what he feared already happened anyway. He opened his eyes and left her to enjoy herself for the time being, she needed this and Wolffe probably as much as Tech probably needed her right now.

[bad-batch-pretty-boy]

AAAAAAHHHHH!!! THIS IS SO CUTE!!! SEXY AND FUN, I LOVE IT!!!

Threesome - Wrecker x FReader x Crosshair - NSFW

Summary: Wrecker and Crosshair love to get you alone away from the rest of their brothers.

Characters: Wrecker, Crosshair, Hunter, Echo, Tech and Omega

Pairing: Wrecker x F!Reader x Crosshair (NO clonecest)

Word Count: 8,961

Warnings: oral (male & female receiving), riding, PinV sex, Anal Sex, vaginal & anal fingering, dirty talk, fluff and smut, s-word (said only once by Cross), nipple play, double penetration.

Author's Note: This took me so long to write, my writer's block just would not leave me. I hope you all like it, I'm definitely still writing for the others in Kinktober, I know I am very late. But after focusing on my health, it's left me with little time to write.

“It’s not fair, how come Wrecker and Crosshair gets to stay behind with you” Omega complained, hanging off the back of the flight chair, as you attempted to appear exhausted and in pain.

“Sorry, Omega, I guess they drew the short straw” you apologised, genuinely feeling sorry for the young girl. But it had been nearly 27 days since the last time you had gotten any kind of intimacy with your partners. You were going to do anything it takes at this point to get them alone.

“But Wrecker and I normally buy sweets for the way back to the ship” she pouted, sighing heavily as she rested her head on the seat.

“I know Omega, how about you bring him some back for when we’re ready to head off. I’m sure he’d love that” you suggested, squeezing her shoulder as you crouched down in front of her. Making sure that you were looking at her from her height, you took her smaller hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I also have an important job for you as well, do you think you can do that, Omega?” you told her, watching as she stood up straight and looked at you eagerly.

“I can do that!” she assured, stepping closer to you.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I need to get some Kashyyyk nuts from the market. My mother used to give them to me as a snack when I wasn’t feeling well. Do you think you can get them for me?” you asked her, smiling at the way her eyes widened in surprise. You didn’t really talk much about your family, and she had never had a typical family, so she was always eager to know more about you.

“Of course! I’ll find them for you, I promise. I’m going to tell Hunter about my mission!” Omega swore, face going stern and determined before she raced off down the ramp to where Hunter and Wrecker was unloading crates from the ship. Hunter looked up at you, obviously catching your conversation, raised an eyebrow and shook his head, turning back to listen to what Omega was telling him.

“That was cruel, sending her out to get something that you know she’ll never be able to find on this planet. Kashyyyk doesn’t export here” a voice from the cockpit stated, and you turned to see Echo leaning against the door.

“Only a little, it’ll wear her out for you while you’re gathering supplies” you agreed, wincing at the lie that you had told the young girl. “Besides, if her brothers would let me, Wrecker, and Crosshair have some alone time together, then I wouldn’t have to resort to such desperate measures” you said pointedly, tapping his chest plate as he passed you to the ramp.

“You have plenty of alone time in the bunks, we can all hear you” Echo grimaced, remembering all the times he had woken up to the sounds of pleasure before he had stuffed his pillow over his head.

Flushing, you couldn’t help but admit he was right about that. “It’s not the same though. Besides, Hunter said it was fine that they stay here” you shrugged, remembering that conversation. It had been embarrassing for the both of you.

“Partly so that he doesn’t have to deal with Crosshair’s increasingly irritating behaviour” Tech grumbled, coming out the bunks with said trooper in tow. Tech was going through the inventory that they already had, creating a list of everything they needed to get.

However your eyes fell on his brother behind him, dressed in only his blacks, a toothpick rolling in his mouth. His eyes met yours and they softened, losing that annoyance that was present in them more and more as the days dragged on.

As soon as you were in reaching distance, he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you into him, burying his face into your hair. “Hey kitten” he greeted quietly, keeping you as close to him as possible.

“Hey Cross” you smiled, leaning into him and taking in his soothing scent. He must have freshly showered, the smell of his body wash and shampoo was extra strong today. No wonder Hunter was off the ship.

“Please do not engage in sexual intercourse on my desk or my bunk. There are a number of delicate projects that I do not want you breaking” Tech interrupted, looking between you two but focusing his scowl on Crosshair.

“It was worth it, you should have seen the way she-” Cross smirked, squeezing your hips and watching as both Echo and Tech looked disgusted at that.

“Cross!” you hissed, slamming a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence. They didn’t want to know, and you certainly didn’t want them knowing.

However, you were thankfully rescued from the mortifying situation.

“Alright, we’re ready to head out. Do you need anything else while we’re gone?” Hunter announced, coming up the ramp with Wrecker and Omega behind him.

“Nothing that you can provide” Crosshair sneered, his voice dripping with annoyance that they were still here. There was a lot of snickers from his brothers and Wrecker full out laughed at that. Noticing Omega’s confused look between everyone, you subtly shoved your elbow into his ribs.

“Why? What are you going to need when we’re gone? Are you really sick?” Omega questioned, turning her concerned and confused eyes onto you.

Pushing Cross away from you so you could comfort his sister, you shook your head and gave her a warm hug. “I’m okay, Omega, I promise. Nothing that a bit of bed rest and some snacks won’t fix. I’m just feeling a bit under the weather today, Cross and Wrecker was kind enough to keep me company and help” you assured, pulling away from her to see her acceptance of your words.

“Well, now that’s sorted, we’d best be going if we want to be back before dark” Echo decided, ushering Omega and Tech down the ramp and off the ship, a hand on Omega’s shoulder and scomp on Tech’s.

“Alright, keep your comms on. I mean it this time, we won’t call, and you better not call us unless you want to scar our baby sister. But just in case, keep them on” Hunter ordered the three remaining members of his squad, looking between you all.

“Will do! Have fun!” Wrecker called, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your temple. You couldn’t help but smile, leaning back into his wonderful embrace.

Hunter stopped just before the gangway, looking back with a narrowed eyed look. “And I want this ship thoroughly cleaned before we come back!” he demanded, voice stern and full of the Sergeant tone that he used while on the battlefield.

“Yes, Sarge!” you promised, hoping he would at least believe you. It was probably an awful smell to come back to. Your brothers fucking their girlfriend over the ship and not being able to air out the ship enough for it to go before take off.

Hunter’s lips twitched into a fond smile before giving you a lazy salute and headed off to catch up with the others.

“Finally!” Crosshair growled, hand clutching at the nape of your neck and bringing you in for a rough kiss. His lips pressed against yours, grazing his teeth along your bottom lip before licking it soothingly as he pulled away.

Giggling, you turned back to Wrecker, standing on your tip toes to kiss him as well.

Wrecker let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, closing the distance between you as you cupped his face, deepening the kiss now that you were the same height. “Feels so good to be holding you like this, mesh’la” Wrecker’s deep, soothing voice murmured. You could feel the vibrations echo form his chest to yours from how tight you were pressed against him.

“Me too! It’s been way too long since we’ve been able to do this” you agreed, pressing your lips to his once more. He ran a hand up your spine, following the contours of your body before threading his fingers through your hair and holding you in place as his lips explored yours.

“Never thought that after a kid our sex lives would dwindle so much” Crosshair grumbled, his dark eyes observing every move you and Wrecker made with each other.

Wrecker leaned forward and whacked him in the shoulder, sending the lithe clone jolting forward. “Cut it out! You love Omega just as much as the rest of us!” Wrecker objected, shaking his head at his brother.

“Maybe even more” you added, smirk playing on your lip. Crosshair was definitely the worse one when it came to looking after Omega, he was so protective and considerate of her. Cross had been right, he was certainly worse than Hunter. “But I can’t deny that it’s been a long time since we’ve managed to get alone time. Not that I’m complaining, that little girl is worth it” you grinned, as Wrecker put you back down on the floor.

Crosshair hummed, pulling you back into him so that his chest was pressed against your back. He refused to dignify that statement with an answer. It was well known that Crosshair worried about Omega more than Hunter did, loved her just as fiercely, but he wasn’t going to admit it out loud. Not even to his lover and brother.

Sighing softly at the feel of his warmth seeping into your back, you leaned heavily against him, turning to nuzzle at his jaw. Smiling, you felt the sharp shooter relax, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. One hand slid up your loose top, his lithe fingers drawing small patterns on your stomach and hips. Grinning, you struggled not to move under his tickling touch, but you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you.

“You’re wearing too many clothes” his raspy voice caressed your ear and you rolled your eyes, sending a smile towards Wrecker at Crosshair’s words.

“Oh am I?” you drawled, spinning around in his arms to tug on his own shirt, “I’m wearing just as much as you.”

“She’s got you there, vod!” Wrecker agreed, hands landing on your shoulders and sliding down your back before trailing back up, beginning to massage your shoulders.

Letting out a sigh, you couldn’t help but appreciate Wrecker’s firm but relaxing touch. It had been a while since you had last had a massage and you could feel the tension bleed out of you. His thumb pressed against a particular large knot in your shoulder blade and you let out a groan, resting your head on Cross’ chest.

“Hmm, you’re so good at this Wrecker. Going to leave me in a puddle before we even start” you murmured, playing with the buttons of Cross’ shirt. You began to work them loose, exposing more of his skin to you. His body wasn’t as scarred at the others, due to the nature of his role on the squad as the sniper, but there was a particular one from a well aimed shot that always caught your attention. It was just below his left pec, a shot had glanced off his ribs luckily, but if it had been a few more inches to the right, it would have killed him. So you always laid a kiss to the scar, thanking the stars and whatever Gods or Goddesses out there that he had survived.

Crosshair grunted, cheeks heating at your attention to his scar, glad that you couldn’t see his face. It always sent warmth flooding through his body at your gentle kisses and sweet touches to the parts that many would find unattractive. He had asked you once why you did it, why you paid so much attention to the scars that littered both his and Wrecker’s body. He still remembers the sad look that had crossed your face, as you admitted that they were a reminder that they were here with you, that the universe had decided to save him and his brother for you. That night, none of you had gotten any sleep.

“We’re wasting time” Cross grumbled, pushing you away slightly so he could begin working on the clothes that kept your beautiful body away from their gazes.

“You’re in a hurry!” Wrecker teased, as his large hands landed on your waist and began to unbuckle your trousers, sliding them down your hips.

“Why am I the only one getting undressed here?!” you laughed, shimmying in Wrecker’s hands out of your trousers and kicking them away from you. Turning around, you raised an eyebrow at Wrecker and tugged on the top half of his civvie clothes. “Strip!” you ordered him, voice firm but playful.

“Yes ma’am” he saluted, hurrying to pull off his top.

You turned to Crosshair, already seeing him shrug off his shirt. Perfect, this was exactly what you wanted. Your two perfect lovers, displaying themselves for you after so long. Your lustful eyes ran over them, taking in the scars that dotted and speckled their tanned skins.

Wrecker was large, his size dwarfing you, but he always made you feel so safe. His large arms were thicker than your face, but they could pick you up and hold you close to him whenever you weren’t feeling too good or whenever you just wanted to be held by the loveable giant. His scar on the left side of his face ran down his neck and across his shoulders. It was something he was very mindful of, especially with the scar being so prominent on his face, but you loved it, reassuring him over and over that he was handsome, that you loved him and that he should be proud of how far he had come since the blast that had taken his eye and damaged his hearing. He was more than just his injury.

Crosshair was always a treat to watch as he revealed himself for you. His long, slender body was so wonderful to be pressed against. All the batch was different shapes and sizes, but Crosshair was beautiful. He had the grace and fluidity of a dancer, able to move quickly and efficiently without worrying if he was going to hit a shot. His broad shoulders and large arms weren’t as big as Wrecker’s – not many people could be – but they were just as wonderful to hold onto. They were so strong as well, capable of picking you up and hoisting you around. Carrying around his sniper gun and keeping still for hours at a time had done wonders for Cross’ body. And his eyes were so expressive, his face may be as blank as a sheet of flimsi but his eyes told everyone what he was really thinking. At least according to you, Crosshair protested that everyone else could read him so well. But they always observed you, took everything in and saved the information for later. It would have felt creepy if it wasn’t so nice to have his eyes on you.

“Like what you see?” rasped the man running through your mind.

Grinning, you reached for his hand, pulling him closer towards you. “I always like what I see when it comes to you” you assured, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to just below his eye where the tattoo stopped. Turning around, you reached up for Wrecker as well, who chuckled and relented, bending down to help you. Rewarding him, you kissed across the scars along his nose. “Both of you” you added, laying a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“So do we, mesh’la! Now come on, I want to taste you. Been thinking about it for so long!” Wrecker insisted, gripping you around your waist and flinging you onto the bed.

Giggling, you pushed yourself up, watching as he knelt on the bed, running his large, calloused hands up your legs until he gripped your thighs. Biting your lip, you gave him a nod of consent before he pushed your thighs open, spreading them wider than you would have so he could fit himself in between you. He sighed, running his nose up from your knee to your inner thigh, taking you in.

“Whose in a hurry now?” Crosshair snarked, leaning against the wall, watching the way you shivered slightly at the cool air of the marauder and the way Wrecker was touching you.

Wrecker frowned, sitting up slightly to return his brother’s barb but you quickly interrupted them. Running a hand over Wrecker’s head, you tugged him back down to his previous position. He got the memo and began laying kisses along your soft, delicate skin.

“If you can’t play nice, then we won’t play at all!” you warned the sharp shooter, reaching out to poke at his leg.

Cross snorted, climbing up onto the bed next to your head. “Keep telling yourself that, kitten” he drawled, curling a strand of your hair around his finger. He tugged it lightly before settling himself comfortably against the headboard.

From where he was sitting, you could see his cock give a twitch against his thigh as he was supporting a semi. Reaching out for him, you ran feather-light fingers up and down his shaft. Grinning, you watched as his cock gave another twitch and began hardening further.

However, what attention you were giving Crosshair soon stopped, as Wrecker pressed a kiss to your groin, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive core.

“Ready for me, mesh’la?” he asked, squeezing your knee with his large hand and angling your leg just right for him to have room to work.

“Yeah” you breathed, voice catching in your throat as Wrecker lowered his head to your apex and began pressing gentle kisses along your lower lips and folds, starting off soft first. It sent warmth curling through your body at the way he was showering you with love and affection. His left hand came up to massage and rub at your thigh, feeling the soft shiver that ran through you at his touch.

Wrecker finally stopped his gentle caresses and kisses to lick at your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking against the bud and causing you to gasp. Swirling his tongue under the hood of it, he began working his way down to your dampening folds and pushing through them, eager to get to your centre. His large hands kept rubbing and massaging your thighs, keeping them spread wide for him as he lapped at you.

“Fuck, Wreck!” you groaned, eyes sliding shut as you ran a hand over his head and down to the back of his neck, pressing him closer into you. He groaned against you, the vibrations shooting up to your clit and making it throb.

“That’s it, got to get you nice and wet for me. Won’t be able to take me otherwise” he murmured, pressing his tongue inside of you and squeezing your legs at the taste of you exploding on his tongue. “Hmm, Crosshair, you got to try this!” Wrecker insisted, lapping at your cunt while he threw your legs over his broad shoulders.

“Maybe later, I’d rather try her mouth” Crosshair hummed, his hand cupping your cheek and turning you to face him. He looked down into your wide, lust filled eyes and had to bite back a groan of his own. He really wanted you looking like that at him with your lips stretched around his cock.

Nuzzling into his hand, you caught his thump in between your lips, sliding them up and down his finger while making sure to maintain eye contact with him. You could already see how hot and frustrated he was getting, no doubt he wanted to feel you around him. Moaning around him, you flicked and curled your tongue around his thumb, giving him a demonstration of what awaited him.

“Eager, aren’t we, kitten?” he purred, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and smearing your saliva across your bottom lip. “Gonna take me in this pretty mouth?” he asked, pulling down your lip.

“Oh, please!” you gasped, as you felt Wrecker’s tongue curl around the rim of your opening. “Fuck!” you cursed, digging your heels into Wrecker’s back as he sucked one of your folds into his mouth.

Crosshair chuckled, grabbing a few pillows off Hunter’s bed and propping them up behind you so that your head was lifted. He straddled your upper body, pumping his cock a few times.

His cock was so close to you, you could feel the warmth of the sniper pressing against you, his knuckles grazing your lips as his hand worked the length of his cock. But you wanted to taste him, wanted to feel the weight of him in your mouth against your tongue. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for him, you looked up at him, waiting for his next move.

“Kriff! You look so fucking hot like that” Cross hissed, pushing his length into your mouth. He couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as your tongue flicked over the head, collecting the drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

Moaning, you closed your eyes and sunk deeper onto his cock, making sure you hollowed your cheeks out to provide suction for him. Crosshair was of average girth but he was slightly longer than average, and you enjoyed the weight of his cock in your mouth as he began to pull out slowly so you could take a breath.

“That’s it! You’re taking me so well. You were made to suck my cock” Crosshair praised, hand reaching behind him to grip and squeeze at your breast. His long dexterous fingers played with your nipple, brushing over them gently before giving them a sharp tweak. The sound that was muffled by his cock had more blood rushing downwards.

Forcing your eyes open, you ran your hands up and down his powerful thighs, bobbing your head against him while his other hand tangled into your hair. You couldn’t help the cry that you let out as Wrecker began to suck at your clit, giving it lazy luxurious sucks before flicking his tongue across the nub quickly so that your hips bucked up into his mouth. God it felt amazing to have them both against you. Crosshair fucking into your mouth and Wrecker eating you out. It had been too long since you were able to experience just how good they could take you apart and put you back together again.

Holding your head, Crosshair began thrusting into your warm, wet mouth. He kept an beskar-clad control on himself as he felt his cock ache at how good it felt to be surrounded by you. Pinching the nipple in his hand, he let out a loud growl at the way it felt around his cock. Maker, just the thought of you taking him down your throat while his brother had you squirming and writhing on his mouth would tide him over until the next time you could all play.

The pleasure that these two were wringing from you were almost too much. Crosshair was filling your mouth, turning all thoughts to mush as he guided you along his cock, at the pace that he wanted for you. All you had to do was take him. It didn’t help that Wrecker was also distracting you, wrapping his wonderful lips around your clit and brushing his fingers against your opening. He didn’t push in, needing you to relax a little more before he opened you up properly for him. Heat raced through you, your body singing from everywhere they touched you and you couldn’t help but buck your hips into Wrecker while you took Cross further into your mouth.

You gagged a little, and he dragged you up by the hair. “Careful, kitten. I want this to be fun for all of us” he reminded, letting you take a few more breaths in before sliding his cock into your mouth once more.

Moans and cries of pleasures echoed around Crosshair’s cock as you felt your orgasm building and building from them both. Wrecker hummed against your little bundle of nerves, sending shock waves of ecstasy through you as you were shoved over the edge, no warning as Wrecker drank in your juices, moaning at the taste of your release on his tongue.

Crosshair pulled out, admiring the way your hair stuck to your forehead, the way you were panting and had such a relaxed and satisfied look spread over your face. Your body shook at the way your orgasm had washed over you, and he was careful to keep his touch light and reassuring as he ran soothing fingers up and down your arms.

Finally it became too much, and you nudged Wrecker with your feet, pushing him away from you. Taking deep lungfuls of breath, you couldn’t help but beam at them. It felt so good to finally have a release that wasn’t due to your own hand or a quickie under the blankets.

“You okay, mesh’la?” Wrecker checked in, pulling away from you and sitting on his knees. He shoved Crosshair to the side, earning a hiss of anger and a swift kick to the side in retaliation from his brother. But he didn’t seem to mind as he smiled down at you. You always looked gorgeous to him, but you were even more beautiful after having an orgasm because of him.

“I’m good, don’t think my legs work” you murmured, unable to help the giggle that escaped you at the smug and satisfied expression that spread across his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you wherever you want to go” the gentle giant promised, leaning forward to press a kiss to your sweet lips. He cupped your face in his hands, nuzzling your nose as you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and against his tongue. “Maybe Cross can even make you food and drinks!” Wrecker suggested, teasing his brother.

“Don’t even think about it, you’re spoiled enough!” Crosshair rolled his eyes, no real heat in his words.

Beaming, you ran your fingers up his thigh, tracing patterns along his skin, “you love spoiling me, admit it!”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, shaking his head but didn’t deny it. He did love spoiling you, you were his kitten, his princess. If he could, he’d do anything to make your day a little lighter, a littler easier to deal with. You hadn’t been brought up like the rest of his brothers and the regs, why should you have to suffer the hardships that they did. If he could spoil you and give you nice things that made you happy and comfortable then he would.

“Come on, roll her over or we’ll be giving our brothers a show” Crosshair reminded, climbing off the bed to go and reach for his box that stored all of his belongings.

Wrecker grabbed you around the waist, displaying his strength as he brought you into him before flipping you both around until he was on his back and you were plastered against his front. Grinning up at you, he ran his hands up and down your sides, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose with yours.

“Hey handsome” you breathed, enjoying the quiet oasis, just you and him and Crosshair finding your pleasure and touching each other. It was perfect.

“Hey mesh’la. I’m going to open you up for me now, okay? Need you to be nice and relaxed for me so I can get inside you” he smiled, hands sliding down your back until they reached your ass, giving them a good squeeze and tugging you up his chest slightly.

Your breath caught in your throat, just like it always did at the mere thought of Wrecker opening you up for his cock. Wrecker’s fingers were thicker than his brothers’ and capable of hurling you over the edge faster than you could think. But it was needed if you were going to take his cock, the stretch around him was always tight. Spreading your legs wider around his large frame, you gasped at the feel of your nipples brushing against his chest hair.

The bed dipped behind you, and you turned to see Crosshair holding the bottle of lube in his hand. Oh, they were going to take you together then. They must have planned this out before you had managed to grab some alone time away from the others.

Crosshair came and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, working the skin into his mouth and sucking a large bruise there. He worried the skin with his teeth, causing you to gasp before he licked over the mark soothingly. Pulling away, he littered soft, gentle kisses down your spine his hands running soothingly up and down your flanks.

Relaxing into their touches, you couldn’t help but sink into the sensations. They were always so loving to you, touch almost worshipping as they built you higher and higher until you couldn’t help but find release. You would have thought that they’d be more desperate, more demanding after the time you have had to be away from each other. But they seemed to be savouring every touch against your skin, every sound that they pulled out of you and the sight of you pressed between them.

Wrecker pulled you into a kiss, hand sliding in between your body to reach your centre. He could already feel the slick from your previous orgasm there and he eagerly collected it on his fingers, spreading it around to get you nice and wet for him. Nipping at your lip, he soothed the bite with his a slide of his tongue as he pressed one of his thick fingers inside of you.

Gasping against his mouth, you couldn’t help but feel yourself flutter around his finger. You took in a steadying breath, relaxing your muscles against him and mouthing at his chest, hoping to suck a bruise onto him to mark him as yours.

The sound of a bottle cap opening was heard behind you and you tensed up, expecting the cold drizzle of lube running down your ass. But instead, Crosshair squeezed your round globes before pressing a kiss to one of them. “Going to open you up back here for me as well, sweetheart. Think you can take both of us?” he asked, voice genuinely curious and holding no expectation. If you said no, that would be fine, they’d rework their plans.

But you wanted it so much, to be stuffed full by both of your lovers. To be able to feel them even after you had gone back to your normal routine. It had been a while since you took them both, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to. Nodding, you pushed yourself up and twisted around to meet the sniper’s dark eyes and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Good girl, that’s it. All you’ve got to do is lie here and take what we give you” Wrecker grinned, helping you to lie back down on him. He finally began to move his finger inside of you, enjoying just how wet and hot you felt around him. He knew from experience just how amazing you’d feel around his cock.

As you sighed into Wrecker’s chest, relaxing into the gentle push in and out of your entrance, you tensed up at the feel of a lubed up finger swirling around your puckered hole. Cross swiped it around a couple of times before slowly pressing in.

“Oh!”

The sound was punched out of you at the feel of both of them pressing their explorative fingers inside of you. It felt so good. Nerves firing off and shooting pleasure through your body at their slow pace. You clung around them, muscles tensing at the intrusion as you got used to the sensation.

“Relax, or you won’t be able to take either of us” Crosshair instructed, resting a hand between your shoulder blades and pushing you further down into Wrecker’s chest.

A whine slipped out at the move, feeling pinned between them as they both began to move in tandem. Their pace matched each others, stretching you open on their fingers. As one pushed in, so did the other. Your breath was faltering at every thrust and it was all you could do to relax around them.

“That’s it mesh’la, stay nice and relaxed for us. Got to get you nice and ready for us” Wrecker encouraged, as your hips bucked down onto their hands. “Take a deep breath for me” Wrecker instructed, kissing your cheek.

You did as he said, taking in a deep lungful before it caught in your throat as both of them pushed another finger into you. The stretch from both holes had you moaning, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of them sliding in and out of you.

“Fuck! Wreck! Cross!” you cried, clenching down around them.

“Relax, kitten!” Cross growled, pinching your ass and spreading it open for him to see just how well you were taking his fingers. “Such a greedy girl!” he murmured, watching as your hole seemed to clutch and swallow his fingers with every press inside.

“Cross!” you whined, burying your face into Wrecker’s chest at the sniper’s words.

“Shh, that’s a good thing, mesh’la. Ya know you’re so pretty, right? Our pretty girl” the demolition expert praised, a chuckle rumbling through his chest at how you were hiding into him.

Even through the heat burning across your face, you nodded. Because he was right. You were theirs, and they were yours.

“Gonna have to make her cum again to take us. She’s so tight, keeps sucking us in like the greedy slut she is” Cross growled, nipping at your thigh and feeling the way you tightened around his fingers at that.

“Oh yeah! That sounds good to me!” Wrecker laughed, nodding at Crosshair. This time they slid three fingers inside of you, and you let out a cry as the way they both stretched you open, making sure that they were teasing you and getting you ready for them at the same time. Wrecker passed his thumb over your clit, beaming at the way you shivered around them. “Ohh, someone’s a little sensitive!” he boomed out, beginning to draw circles around your clit as he thrust his fingers sharply up into you.

Panting, you clutched onto his shoulders as the boys began to increase their pace, twisting and shoving inside of you without any rhythm. It left you wanting more and you couldn’t help but begin to buck into their hands, writhing against them as they curled their fingers, rubbing deliciously along your walls.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the heat rising in you as the coil inside of you got tighter and tighter at every brush of Wrecker’s thumb against your clit and twist from Crosshair’s lithe fingers.

“That’s it mesh’la, ride our fingers. Look so good, taking us so well” Wrecker murmured in awe, his mouth coming to layer your jaw and cheeks with kisses.

With every rocking movement of your hips, you could feel your release getting closer and closer. And when Wrecker curled his fingers just right, rubbing that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, you couldn’t help but fall over the edge. Your vision whited out as you shook around them, nails digging into whatever and whoever you could as you clutched onto them. Their names fell from your mouth in a loud cry as they continued to help you through the powerful orgasm that left you trembling.

“Hmm, good girl, that’s it. Doing so well for us, kitten” Cross’ raspy voice filled your ears as you were leant back into his chest. He withdrew his fingers from you, keeping his arms wrapped around you tightly so you wouldn’t fall back down onto Wrecker. He littered soft, open mouthed kisses along your neck, soothing you back into the land of the living after your release.

Sighing, you sunk back into the warm safety of his arms, letting your mind float at how incredible you felt. You felt boneless almost, and it was an effort to return some of Cross’ kisses as you clutched onto his forearms to keep you steady.

“Pass me the lube” Wrecker grunted, tapping Cross’ knee. As soon as the sniper passed it over, Wrecker was lubing up his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding his cock to your entrance. You were still pressing kisses to Crosshair’s jaw, nipping at the hinge before littering his faces with kisses. So when they both held you over Wrecker’s cock, you couldn’t help but moan, trying to push yourself down onto the incredible length.

“Ready, mesh’la?” he asked, hands coming to your waist and thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips.

“Yeah… yeah I want you” you breathed, and slowly lowered yourself down onto his cock. It was a bit of a stretch, but the way they had opened you up and the 2 orgasms had relaxed you enough so you could take him at a steady pace. When your hips met his, it was all you could do to muffle your whines, feeling so full.

Wrecker buried his head into your neck, quieting his own groans as he felt you clench around him. It was almost like you were strangling his cock. Breathing deep, he tried to take apart a proton torpedo in his mind to stop this from being over way too soon.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Wrecker!” you cried, eyes squeezed shut as you got used to his size. Wrecker was a large man, a gentle giant, but his cock would put most men to shame. It was thicker and longer than any you had ever taken. And Crosshair normally fucked you open first to prepare you for taking Wrecker, but now, oh now you couldn’t help but feel him everywhere.

You looked down, surprised that you weren’t bulging from the way that he was pressing inside of you. You were stuffed full of him, even as he remained still. It felt like your body was just melding around him, your inner walls having no choice but to fit snugly around his hard length.

“Shh, good girl. Relax for me, need you to relax” Wrecker groaned, bringing you back down so he could press his lips against yours, swallowing your little whines and punched out noises.

It was a lot easier said than done, but you tried to force your muscles and body to relax against him, helped by the soothing strokes of Crosshair up and down your back and the way that you could feel Wrecker holding you to him.

“That’s it, mesh’la. Stay relaxed, sweetheart. Need to make sure Cross can fit” Wrecker reminded, hands stroking through your hair as he could feel your muscles fluttering around him as his cock pressed into all those good spots inside of you.

“’Kay, please move… want to feel you” you begged, biting your lip as you began to get restless atop of him.

“Thought you’d be able to feel him well enough, kitten” Cross smirked, watching the way his brother’s cock pulled out before sinking back into you. Your punched out little cry at the first thrust had his cock twitching and he had to press a hand to the base for a second to get himself back under control.

“So full! Feel him everywhere. Oh! Wrecker!” you cried, nodding your head in agreement to his smokey voice as you buried your head into Wrecker’s neck, panting as he pushed in slowly, making you feel every inch of his thick and delicious cock inside of your pussy. Every vein and bump could be felt as he entered you once more.

You were so distracted with Wrecker and how he filled you, stretching you out around his massive cock that you jolted a little when you felt the head of Crosshair’s cock nudge at your back entrance.

“Shh, kitten, relax for me” Crosshair murmured against your skin, pressing open mouth kisses along your back and shoulders as he felt you jump.

“’M okay” you mumbled, closing your eyes as you pressed back against him. However, two large hands kept your still, and you turned to pout at Wrecker beneath you.

“Sorry mesh’la, but you go at our pace. Don’t want you hurtin’ yourself!” Wrecker shook his head, sending you a small soft smile in apology. He knew how much you wanted to take Cross, but it was best if he was the one to guide his cock into your ass.

Chuckling at your whine of disapproval, Crosshair slowly pressed inside of you, mindful of how full you already were with Wrecker, and how long it had been since you had last done this together. He inched himself inside of you, paying close attention to your face and the small noises of pleasure you were letting out.

“Good girl.”

You didn’t know which one of them said it, but it made you grin at the praise. You would be their good girl, you’d take them both and let them fill you up. With every inch of Crosshair pushing into you, it felt like you were going to combust. Every nerve was firing off and you could barely breathe from the stimulation of both Wrecker and Crosshair inside of you. Your nails dug into Wrecker’s chest as you tried to take in a few deep breaths to gain some control over yourself.

When Cross was all the way inside, all three of you let out groans and grunts. Both troopers could feel the other inside, parted by a thin bit of tissue but it felt so good to be inside your wet, delicious heat. You, however, could only cling onto them as you tried to catch your breath. If you thought you felt full with just Wrecker pressed deep inside of you, adding Crosshair made you feel like you would burst. They filled you up so much it felt like there was barely enough room for you to breathe.

“Kriff, can feel how tight you are! Gotta relax sweetheart, here, lie down on me” Wrecker grunted, guiding you back down onto his chest. His large hands crept up to your head, cradling you against him.

The new position had you feeling them both from a different angle and it was all you could do to bury the noise you let out into Wrecker’s chest.

“Can we move now, kitten?” Crosshair breathed quietly into your ear, warm breath caressing you. His hands were sliding up and down your sides, soothing you into a more relaxed position. He wouldn’t move until you told him it was okay.

“Hmm, please!” you sighed, one hand sliding behind you to reach for Crosshair. Be it his hand, or his hip, or his leg, you didn’t care. You just wanted to hold him.

Crosshair seemed to understand what you wanted, as his hand threaded with yours and he held it against your hip, squeezing your fingers between his. Slowly and with great care, he pulled his cock out, watching as your hole clutched onto him, almost strangling him on the way out. Letting you take a breath in, he thrust back in with one smooth move.

You cried out, other hand coming up to clutch at Wrecker’s shoulder. It seemed to be the act that Wrecker was looking for because he began to move once more two. The pair of them started a steady and slow rhythm, getting you used to both of them being inside of you once more. They always kept you filled, when one pulled out, the other would thrust back in, making you keen and push back against them.

Wrecker’s warm hand came to cup your cheek, pulling your face up to meet his in an open mouthed kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated, your teeth clashing and lips sliding off one another but it didn’t matter. Just being pressed against him, breathing the same air was enough as your gentle giant panted against your lips.

“That’s it mesh’la, doing so well! Look how brilliant you are, taking us like this” Wrecker beamed, pulled away to nuzzle at your jaw. He grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin, bucking his hips up to you a little faster.

“Oh!” you gasped, biting your lip as you tilted your head back so he could litter your neck with more bruises and marks from him and Cross.

Not one to be left out, Crosshair began to match his brother’s pace, hips slamming into yours at a much more harder pace than when they first began. It had you shouting out their names, rocking your hips and pushing back as much as you could with how you were trapped in between them. You could only take what they were giving you.

Slender arms slid in between you before you were hauled up against Crosshair’s chest, hips pistoning into yours. The new angle of both of them had you crying out, eyes slamming shut as Wrecker thrust up into you, rubbing that spot deliciously on every buck of his hips. It also had the added benefit of Cross sinking deeper into you, short jabs resulting in you digging your nails into the soft skin on the back of his neck as you wrapped your hand around him.

“Kriff! Fucking hell!” you cursed, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten with each thrust into you. It felt amazing having them inside of you, like their cocks were carving out a space for themselves inside your fluttering channels. Nobody else could make you feel this good, nobody could even dream of it, not when you were so utterly in love with Wrecker and Crosshair.

“You close, mesh’la? Can feel you squeezing me” Wrecker grinned, hand sliding in between your bodies to gentle glide over your clit.

It had you gritting your teeth, legs twitching at the surge of pleasure the simple touch brought forth. Sparks flew from the little nub as Wrecker began to rub at it.

“Yeah she is! Kriff! Should feel how tight it is back here” Cross groaned, nipping at your ear as he slammed into you.

“Cross!” you whined, turning to press kisses along his jaw, his cheeks, wherever your lips could meet his skin.

“Think we should let her cum?” Wrecker chuckled, fingers picking up their pace as he circled your clit.

Crosshair hummed in deliberation, drawing it out just to tease you. He could feel just how close you were to cumming. Your ass was squeezing his cock like you refused to let it go, and no doubt the same was happening to your muscles as they fluttered around Wrecker. Sliding your sweat-slicked skin together, he bit softly onto your shoulder.

“I think we should” he hummed, hearing the moan of relief that you let out at them not teasing you and edging you this time. “Gonna scream for us, kitten?” he smirked, hand sliding up the valley of your chest and squeezing one of your breasts into his hands. He gave it a harsh squeeze, making you squeal and clench around the lengths slamming inside of you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes I will… just-just please let me cum!” you begged, hoping they wouldn’t draw this out. You were on the edge, you could feel just how wet and slick you were around Wrecker, feel the way you were rocking against Cross. It wouldn’t take much to throw you over the edge.

“You beg so sweetly, kitten, but I think you can do better than that” the sniper ordered, tweaking your nipple.

It was like fire shot through your body and you moaned, back arching and pressing your chest into his teasing hands. “Please, please! Need you both! Need you to make me cum, please. Want you to fill me up” you cried, clutching onto your troopers and hoping your words was enough. You were so close. They had to let you cum.

“I think that’s good enough!” Wrecker growled, dragging his cock along the spot inside of you that had you screaming out his name.

Your thighs quivered as you came around them both, release flooding through you as you shook as you fell over the edge. It was like liquid ecstasy was coursing through your brains as every nerve fired off at once.

“WRECK! CROSS!”

Crosshair growled at the way his name sounded falling from your lips. He couldn’t help but chase his own release now, giving you a few short jabs into your quivering hole before he flooded your ass with his cum. That had you letting out a little moan of pleasure as you felt warmth fill you.

Wrecker felt the fluttering of your walls around him, felt the way his cock was drenched with your release and couldn’t hold back no more. He gave another long, deep thrust before he stilled, shooting his load into your entrance and letting out a cry of your own name.

It was lucky he was so strong, because both you and Crosshair collapsed against him, all of them exhausted and boneless. He wrapped his arms around his lover and brother as much as he could, content to just stay there for a while before they would have to move.

When you had caught your breath, you pulled both of them into long, passionate kisses revelling in being able to feel the weight of them against you in post-orgasmic bliss.

“We are never waiting this long again” you insisted, grinning playfully at your troopers. You grimaced as Cross pulled his softening cock from you and Wrecker did the same, lifting you off him.

“Agreed, I’m willing to give the others a favour if they keep the kid away for an hour or two” Cross nodded, reaching for some wipes that he had left by the side in preparation for clean up. He helped guide you in between his and Wrecker’s body, taking in your body and the marks that was scattered on it by him and his brother.

“Well, I for one love having Omega around” Wrecker frowned, and you couldn’t help but rush to reassure him.

“We do too love, but I’m also glad when your brothers take her for a bit. That way we can be together. But I’m sure she’ll be home soon. So we need to be cleaning up this ship” you assured before encouraging them up. As Crosshair finished cleaning you up though, you couldn’t help but lean forward and give him a kiss. “Thank you sweetheart, now lets get going!” you ordered, stroking his cheek.

“ARGH! Do we have to?” Wrecker grumbled, grabbing a couple of wipes to clean himself up.

“Yes, unless you want to explain to Omega why our clothes are scattered everywhere and Hunter looks like he’s ready to faint every time we walk past him?” you said sweetly, amused at the thought of Hunter’s face when he came back. But it wasn’t fair on the Sergeant and the rest of his brothers. So you would do all that you could to minimise the smell when Hunter got back.

“Good point! Come on Wrecker! Get moving!” Crosshair snapped, flinging a shirt at his brother’s head.

Shaking your head at the bickering that move started, you headed to the ramp, pressing the button to open it and air out the ship. It was a start, and you quickly got to work cleaning the ship with your lovers.

By the time the others had gotten back, you were all freshly showered and dressed, the sheets had been laundered and you were currently reading a book on Wrecker’s bunk. You were leaning against the demolition expert’s chest while Cross was resting his head on your thigh, taking a nap.

“Hey! How was it? Did you get everything?” you greeted, running your fingers through Cross’ grey hair to wake him up slowly so he wouldn’t be disturbed by the others coming back.

Omega ran up to you, holding out a couple of boxes. She passed one to Wrecker before passing another one to you. Beaming, she stood by the side of the bunk, waiting for your reactions. You opened your gift and blinked in surprise.

“Kashyyyk nuts? You got them?” you breathed, surprised at how she had been able to manage to do that. It shouldn’t have been possible to get them on this planet.

“Yeah, Echo said that I might not be able to get them at the market, but Tech showed me which ones were from Kashyyyk! Apparently they had never imported them before and this was their first time! Can you believe it?” Omega explained, accepting one from the box as you offered her one.

Wrecker chuckled behind you, chest shaking beneath your back. Cross snorted, rubbing his face into your thigh for a moment before he pushed himself up to look over at you, smirk in place.

“No, I can’t believe it. Thank you Omega, you’re a wonder” you smiled, bringing the girl into your arms and giving her a grateful hug.

“Yeah! Our girl’s full of surprises!” Echo remarked, ruffling the younger clones hair as he passed.

“So is ours” Cross murmured lowly for Wrecker and I to hear. He pecked your cheek before getting off the bunk to go help the others.

“So, tell us all about the market?” Wrecker requested, squeezing both of his favourite girls into his loving arms. He shared a smile with you as you both began to listen to Omega’s retelling of the supply run.

[freesia-writes]

Originating from this post, I'd like to offer a list of longfics featuring TCW/TBB characters for those of you looking for some good reads! Feel free to drop any others into my asks! Fics are general audience or PG-13 unless noted "Mature" at the end.

The links are mostly to the post with the authors' descriptions so you can get a better idea of what each one is about!

Crosshair

Sharp Edges - @spicy-clones and @lightwise - Crosshair x F!Reader - Mature

Quiet Corners of the Galaxy - @badbatchposts - Crosshair x OC plus Batch/others - Mature

When the Order Fell - @victimofdavefiloni - Crosshair x OC - Mature

Caught in the Crosshairs - @silverwings22 - Crosshair x OC - Mature

Half-Moon Glow - @moonstrider9904 - Crosshair x OC; TCW AU - Mature

Roasted, Brewed, and Served with Attitude - MelMorganne99 - Crosshair x OC in Modern Police AU

It Never Rains - @letsquestjess - Crosshair x OC

Sunflowers and Blasters - @523rdrebel - Crosshair x OC

Only What Burns You Back - @the-little-moment - Crosshair x OC - Mature

Tech

Tech and Vel - @freesia-writes - Tech x OC

Song of the Sea - @silverwings22 - Tech x Alien OC - Mature

Tech as a Father - @missfrieden - Tech and Batch

Gravitation - @moonstrider9904 - Tech x OC AU - Mature

Meltdown - @autistic-artistech - Tech x OC - Mature

Brother, Hold Me Up - @lifblogs - Tech, Batch, Others - Mature

The World Goes Cold - @lifblogs - Tech, Batch - Mature

Hunter

Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt - @freesia-writeswrites - Hunter x OC

Hunter and the Librarian - @clonethirstingisreal - Hunter x OC - modern day AU

Sun and Rain - @photogirl894 - Hunter x OC

As Iron Sharpens Iron - @arctrooper69 - Hunter x Reader

Echo

Not Just the Carcass, But the Spark - @the-little-moment - Echo x OC - Mature

Test Subject/System Upgrade - @just-here-with-my-thoughts - Echo and the Batch

Rex

Captain's Log - @rexxdjarin - Rex x OC - Mature

Wolffe

I Yearn, and So I Fear - enigmaticexplorer - Wolffe x OC - Mature

The Wolfpack Queen - @reader6898 - Wolffe x OC - Mature

No Strings Attached and Walk Me Home (sequel) - @cyarbika - Wolffe x F!Reader - Mature

Multiple Featured Characters

Rise of the Clones - @AmberOwl24 - SO MANY CHARACTERS!

Stars Beyond Number - @dystopicjumpsuit - Clone Rebellion Echo x Riyo, Gregor x OC - Mature

The Moonwalker Series - @moonstrider9904 - Batch x OC (love triangle then single pairing) - Mature

Line of Destiny: A Series - @ilikemymendarkandfictional - Multiple Stories: Rex x OC, Crosshair x OC, Clone OCs and Howzer

Same Heart - @dumfanting - F!Reader x TCW Echo, then Fives, then Echo/Cross Poly - Mature

Blood Daughter - @letsquestjess - OC + Bad Batch Adventure 

A Lupe of Faith - @lonewolflupe - Jedi!OC x Fives, later x Hunter - Mature eventually

Stronger Together - @cloneflo99 - Rex/Crosshair x OC - Mature

Other Clones

Quantum Entanglement - @freesia-writes - Howzer x OC

Martyrs and Kings - @dystopicjumpsuit - Post-Stasis Kix x OC - Mature

The Only Exception - @starqueensthings - Howzer x OC - Mature

Disillusioned - @amberskyyking - OC + OC Clone Squad Adventure - Mature-ish

The Helmeted Hunter - @jedimasterlenawrites - Boba Fett x F!Reader - PG-13

Children of Providence - @ladysongmaster - Din Djarin, TCW Characters Adventure

The Last Word - @ariadnes-red-thread - Fives x OC

One Step at a Time - @wild-karrde - Clone OC - Mature

Welcome to the Outpost - @just-here-with-my-thoughts - Mayday!!

[inkybyl]

The Bad Batch x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

18+, suggestive themes! Minors DNI

Just Uploaded! Part 2 is here!:

A/N: So I’ve been on nothing but a Bad Batch binge - I finally got around to watching it a couple months ago and rewatched it the other day! Since then I’ve been (shamefully) reading nothing but Bad Batch/Clone Wars Fics 🫣 I’m absolutely in love with the community and can’t help but kick myself for waiting so long to watch it.

I couldn’t help but write something to get it out of my head. I’ve already written part of a Bounty Hunter Reader x TBB and sent it to my friend 😔 🫣 This, however… I don’t think I can send to people IRL lmfao. I’ve also remembered that people can post whatever they want to their own accounts and I thought, ‘why the hell not?’ I think the last time I ever posted a fic anywhere was back in the golden days of Wattpad many, many years ago. (This’ll be the first fic I’d of ever posted on Tumblr 🫣)

Word Count: 3.7k

Content Warnings:

Wrote this on my phone with zero plot about it!! (Copy & pasted directly from Notes so the paragraph spacing might be weird)!

I lowkey just wanted to write a cute dynamic between the boys + reader… 🫣

Not Proofread, rushed ending!

Reader’s Relationship with Omega is PLATONIC!

Fem!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, POLY!BadBatch (the Reader is in an established relationship with the boys), (I didn’t write as much as I would’ve liked about the pregnancy because I got super embarrassed and self conscious with myself), Suggestive Themes - mentions/thoughts of oral! Mainly fluff, wholesome and domestic dynamics with the Batch + Omega. Slight Spoilers for TBB Ending, not really, but just in case!

(Set post-TBB ending + Tech is alive for the sake of this fic!)

“Wrecker! Can you come and help me out, pleeease~?”

You called out from your bed, snuggling into the covers further. Wrecker had heard your voice from his seat in the dining room amongst his brothers, immediately scraping it backwards and nearly toppling over. He rushed from his unsteady position towards the room, unbeknownst to him that his brothers had followed with the same urgency.

“Mesh’la! Are you alright?!” He hurried, skidding into the bedroom and kneeling by the bed, his hand capturing yours as the boys stood by the door.

With a giggle, your other hand came to his cheek, “Of course, my beloved.” He breathed a sigh of relief, as did the rest of them, leaning into your touch while placing a delicate kiss to your wrist. “Then… what-uh.. what’d you need help with, Sarad?” He asked gently, looking into your eyes.

You smiled, eyes flicking to the rest of the batch, knowing that they hoped you couldn’t see them - but you had been a member of their squad for too long, been their partner for too long to know exactly when they were looking out for you. It warmed your core as you brought your hand to your enlarged belly underneath the covers, placing a gentle kiss onto Wrecker’s nose.

“Could you get me something sweet? I’m not sure what we’ve got left in the kitchen apart from the fish you and Crosshair had caught.” You hummed, a mischievous grin playing on your face as you heard Crosshair click his tongue. Wrecker laughed loudly, “Of course, Mesh’la! But is that all ya’ wanted? I can always get you more than that!” He grinned, not realising Tech had walked into the room to kneel down next to his larger brother, eyes and fingers engrossed in his data pad, “I have to interject, cyar’ika. Too many sweet treats may affect you and, or the baby.”

“Awh, don’t worry, Tech! I haven’t had that many!”

“This will be your fifth of the day.”

Wrecker laughed at his brother’s quip, Hunter and Crosshair walking into the room this time, the Sergeant sitting by your feet whilst the Sniper sat behind your back. “Are you surprised? Our Riduur is carrying Wrecker’s baby.” Crosshair said to Tech, earning a playful scoff coming from the largest of the group. Wrecker turned to look at Hunter with you, both of you attempting your best pouts, “Pleeease?” You asked sweetly, earning a sigh from the tired leader.

You had always tried to sway Hunter to have him wrapped around your finger, usually it always worked in your favour, but since you fell pregnant he’s been able to put his foot down a lot more than before. “You heard Tech, Cyar’ika. Why don’t we get you something different this time?” He offered with a small smile, his hand rubbing up and down your calf over the covers. “We can comm Echo, he should still be at the market with Omega.”

With a soft hum, your finger patted your chin. You really wanted something sweet but you knew your boys were looking out for you, albeit they might go over the top, but it was all you could ever ask for.

You smiled softly at him, “Okay, Hunter.” You grinned, laughing at the visible tension leaving his shoulders at your agreement.

Crosshair’s bionic hand had slowly made its way to your shoulder - the skinnier brother of the group had always struggled to show his affection for you in front of anyone else, but with recent events, he found himself ignoring any teasing that he thought would come his way. “Why don’t we meet them halfway?” He murmured, “You haven’t had any fresh air today.” He told you simply, raising an eyebrow when you whined, “But I’ve had the window open all day!”

“An open window does not give you the same benefits of going outside for a walk, cyare. The benefits that would bode well for you would be the exercise, additionally the—“, “Yeah, yeah, Tech, she knows!” Wrecker interrupted with a gentle nudge to his shoulder. Wrecker turned his face back to yours, leaning his cheek on the mattress to brush his nose with yours, “C’mon, Mesh’la. Cross’s right, let’s get you outside for a li’l bit.” He spoke with his softer tone that he knew you loved and could never say no to.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you attempted to look as though you were physically fighting off your partner’s cuteness, dramatically letting out an exasperated breath, “Fine, I suppose I should.” You sighed, hiding your smile when you could see them relax slightly. “And don’t worry, Mesh’la, I’ll carry you up the hill if your feet get sore!” Wrecker grinned, his hands coming underneath your arms to gently pull you out of bed and to your feet. You hummed in appreciation as his hands drifted to your belly, his eyes softening at the bump beneath your dress.

Crosshair and Hunter stood from the bed while Tech stood from his previously knelt position next to Wrecker, his hand gingerly coming to yours. “If you require assistance walking down the steeper parts of the way, you may hold onto me. I-If you require.” Tech offered, the rim of his goggles hiding majority of his awkward blush. However, just like how Crosshair’s would, the tips of his ears were brighter than anything and had earned a chuckle from the Sniper, “Smooth, Vod.”

You placed a kiss to the tip of Tech’s nose like you had with Wrecker, gently squeezing his hand in appreciation and looking between them, “Thank you both, and you’re right Wrecker, I might need a hand coming back up. And I’ll take you up on that offer, Tech.” You smiled kindly, addressing both of their offers before stretching, walking past Hunter and towards the refresher. “But first, I need to get freshened up, are you okay to wait for me at the door?” You asked, fluttering your eyes at the group, innocently connecting your hands behind your back. With a subtle blush from each of them, they nodded, hastily leaving the room to you for you to get ready.

You were quicker than you were expecting, walking into the dining room to see Hunter on his comm talking to Echo. “Yeah, we’ll be leaving soon - are you and Omega okay to wait up for us?” You smiled as you heard Omega’s excited chatter from the small device, grabbing your bag and slipping on your sandals. Wrecker had taken notice of you when you slipped your shoes on, walking over to you and gently taking the bags from your hands, “Wrecker, don’t be silly - I can carry bags at least.”

“Don’t you worry, Mesh’la. You leave all the work to us.” He beamed, placing a kiss to your lips with a soft squeeze on your shoulder.

You both walked over to the rest of the batch, Tech walking over to your side while Hunter and Crosshair stood by the door, adjusting their bags and taking one last look around your house to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything. Tech slid his hand into yours, and with a gentle squeeze began walking with you out of the door. “Now, cyare. Is there anything else that is calling to your cravings?” He asked, “Apart from anything highly concentrated with sugar for the time being.”

You giggled, looking behind at the group, “That depends… who’s cooking tonight?” The boys looked amongst one another until Crosshair spoke up with a tone of boredom, “Echo.”

“Wait, but isn’t it—“

“Echo.”

You laughed at his adamance, “Does Echo know that? Didn’t he cook last night?”

Crosshair shrugged, placing a toothpick between his lips as you all began your descend to the market stalls. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll know it’s his turn to cook.”

Wrecker let out a boisterous laugh, nudging Crosshair’s shoulder, “You can admit ya like Echo’s cooking ya’ know, Cross!” Hunter gently shook his head as the Sniper grunted in protest. “As long as we’re not eating rations again, I don’t mind cooking.” The leader offered, catching up to you and Tech to talk about what you could eat, or rather, what Tech thought was best for you to eat.

It wasn’t long before you reached the bustling stalls of the island, many locals nodding and greeting you all politely, some even asking you how you were getting along. You looked along the crowd, searching for Omega and Echo until you looked up to one of the lamp posts in the distance, “Ah, there’s Omega!” You cheered, pointing and waving at the young girl.

Omega had climbed the foundation of the lamp to get a better look over the crowd, and once she had caught eyes on you with her brothers, she began to wave excitedly, looking down to probably alert Echo. She leapt down and you could only imagine she was running towards you all.

As soon as you saw a flash of her white hair in the crowd you ran ahead of the boys, all of their breaths hitching as they shouted after you to slow down. With an excited giggle you opened your arms for a hug from Omega, spinning her around and squeezed her closer to you. “Ahh, I missed you so much Omega!” You chirped, giving her cheek a gentle peck before ruffling her hair affectionately, “Hey!” She giggled, swatting your hand away, “You saw me this morning!” She said to you with a big smile as you sighed, “I know, and I’ve been stuck with your brothers since then!” You joked as they caught up to you both, Wrecker panting with a worried expression. Omega grinned at Wrecker, giggling a little at his concern before giving your belly a cute kiss and gave you another tight squeeze before running over to her brothers, hugging them all the same. Wrecker walked over to you, his expression still one of concern, “Mesh’la… you scared me, what if you tripped? What.. what if you’d fallen…?” He whispered, his hand coming down to your belly. Your eyebrow raised as you tilted your head, still smiling at him as you didn’t want to undermine his concern for you. “Oh, love… I understand that you— you’re all concerned for me, but don’t forget I was a soldier too. I can handle myself.” You told him, your hand coming to meet his on your bump.

His brows furrowed in thought, knowing that you were more than capable of protecting yourself and his little one - even before the batch had met you, but it didn’t mean he didn’t worry. The first time you had gotten intimate with the boys they had spent, what felt like, hours kissing the scars you’d received in your battles alongside the 501st. You were more than capable of handling yourself.

And that was exactly what worried them.

Your mind still lingered around the days that you were a field medic, a skilled one at that. You knew your way around a blaster and had certainly gotten familiar with the trigger of one. You could patch up a whole squad alongside Kix whilst fighting off any enemies that came your way, a protectiveness in your eyes, and actions, that Clone Force 99 got to witness firsthand when you were assigned on your first mission with them.

You knew that sometimes they would long for the battlefield, and they knew you longed for it, too. It was in their nature to long for it, they knew nothing else, they were made for it - however you chose to sign up with the republic, you had chosen to train to help the clones and Jedi with their battles across the galaxy.

They thanked the Maker that you were assigned to their squad just that one time.

You never left them.

They saw firsthand how much you cared for them, how you refused to see them as, “expendable”. They would shower you with affection alongside your markings, but you would show theirs far more delicate care, ‘A woman’s touch…’ You had told them, disguising your affections with small tales and fibs.

At the time, you hadn’t the words to convey to them how much you cared about them, how their mistreatment angered you, despite of all of their successful missions.

But having been with them for as long as you had now, you made it a daily goal to remind each of these boys how much they had meant to you, especially now you were carrying a child within you. You’d be damned if any of them died on you now.

Wrecker knocked himself back into the present when your hand graced his cheek, “Cyare?” Your voice broke through to him.

He managed a breathless chuckle, his small reminisce on the old days had brought a smile to his face, kissing your palm with a fondness he knew you’d pick up on, “… I know you can handle yourself… that’s what worries me.” He joked, earning a loud laugh from you, gaining curious glances from the rest of the squad. You hadn’t realised that Echo was behind you during Wrecker’s space-out, gently tapping his scomp into your side, “You’re not running around and causing trouble, are you, Mesh’la?” He asked.

Placing a kiss to Wrecker’s cheek, you turned your face over your shoulder to see the ARC trooper grinning at you, dressed in comfortable slacks as his arm wrapped around your waist, his forearm taking some of the weight off of your belly that let you sigh in relief, “Thank you, Echo… And of course not! Who do you think I am?!” You jested, motioning to yourself as both men stared at you unimpressed.

“Our troublesome medic.”

They answered for you, Wrecker leaning in to your right, and Echo leaning in for your left cheek, leaving their kisses on your soft skin with a shy squeal from you. “Hey, we still need to grab some things for our dinner tonight!” You protested, playfully swatting the men away, your arm resting atop your stomach as Wrecker placed his arm around your shoulder affectionately.

“Ah, I already grabbed some things, I thought we could have either this for our dinner or—“ Echo started, showing you a bag full of goodies you hadn’t noticed until now, listing the many dinner options you all could have thanks to the mother-trooper of the group.

Wrecker and you had exchanged a glance before giggling softly, not wanting to make Echo think he’d said something wrong, “What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing, Echo.” You grinned, holding his hand, “We’re laughing because on the way here, we were joking about who was going to make the dinner-“

“Crosshair wanted it to be you!”

“But Hunter’s offered to make it, if you don’t want to.” You explained, smiling softly at your massive partner interrupting you from excitement, grinning at Echo’s stunned face.

He glanced at his shopping bag before looking over at the leader of the group, “Oi, Hunter,” he called, gaining his attention, “Catch.” He said simply, skilfully throwing the bag in his Vod’s direction and smiling once Hunter had caught it, “Figure out what you can make with that.” He teased, his arm wrapping around your back alongside Wrecker’s, “I haven’t been able to spend any time with our lovely Cyar’ika since this morning.” Echo explained, staring down at you with an expression full of endearment.

Leaning into the men’s warmth, your little group continued to walk around the stalls, Hunter looking rather pensive as he began to take his duty as cook seriously, looking for herbs and spices to go with whatever he had planned. Omega would chip in with throwing in random ingredients, charming Hunter with her innocent smile as he would look to Tech to fact check what she had thrown in.

Crosshair, trying his best to remain as enigmatic as he could, kept a close eye on what was going to be involved in your dinner, whispering to Tech and double checking if you would be okay eating certain things. The thought behind his actions warmed your heart, but you knew that you wanted to relax - and you wanted the boys to feel the same. “Cross, we’re not going to get poisoned any time soon.” You joked, looking at him with a raised brow as your arms were still interlocked with Echo and Wrecker, enjoying the time you were able to spend with them on this walk.

Crosshair scoffed, acting as though he wasn’t looking out for you, “Who knows what Hunter’s grabbing? Might make the dinner taste like osik.” He huffed, his ears tinging with a soft blush much like Tech’s would. Hunter whipped around to glare at his brother with a growl, deciding against arguing with his youngest in public before rolling his eyes. You giggled, softly sliding out of Echo and Wrecker’s arms with a soft kiss to each of their cheeks, walking over to the leader of the squad, your hand gracing his shoulder comfortingly, “Don’t worry, Sergeant. The dinners you make are always lovely,” you complimented, sending a playful glare towards Crosshair.

The meals that Hunter would make would always end up being on the blander side, none of you the heart to break it to him that his portioning of herbs and spices did nothing for your own tastes. He could pick up on the faintest of seasonings and at times he’d forgotten it wasn’t the same for you all. It wasn’t until Crosshair used it against him in one of their arguments that Hunter’s world dawned on him.

“For the last time, you need to stop antagonising anyone who comes near us! It nearly cost us missions in the past, and now you’re pissing off the neighbours! Guess who has to apologise, because it’s sure as hell never you?!”

“Yeah, well maybe I wouldn’t be so pissed off all time if it wasn’t for your shit cooking. Your cooking tastes like shit, Hunter. It’s shit.”

When Crosshair had said to Hunter what you’d all essentially been thinking for months, the Sergeant’s posture stiffened and his cheeks had dusted with embarrassment, the only one able to stick up for him without stuttering being Omega. You all lectured Crosshair until he apologised to the eldest brother in his signature fashion - thankfully now it was a joke that was shared between them both.

Now every time he would create a meal he would ask for someone to be there to taste along the way, knowing that just because his enhanced senses lead him towards picking up on every grain of flavour he would add, he didn’t want that to stop everyone else from having a decent meal.

His intentions were met with praise, knowing it wasn’t his intention to feed you all the bare minimum, so he would over compensate with portion sizes, you were a massive family as it was, he didn’t have to feel like he had to feed you all three times over. Wrecker wouldn’t complain, the more he could eat, the happier he was.

Hunter had blushed at your compliment, your use of his rank always making his hairs stand on end, it would always remind him of the intimate moments you would spend with him. Whether it were moments spent with his brothers or just himself, his rank slipping from your lips always excited him in ways he knew he should never have indulged - but with the war for them over, he found himself leaning into his enjoyments a lot more than usual.

But with you all in public, with Omega of all people, he had to bring himself almost to attention, his eyes looking away from yours, “… Thank you, Cyar’ika…” He mumbled, his blush darkening when you had kissed his cheek, grinning at him with adoration. He smiled at your soft giggle, placing a kiss on your temple before turning back to the stalls, Echo deciding to join him and Tech in looking for ingredients.

Crosshair snuck up behind you, his hand lightly tracing your waist as he looked down at your form, “You don’t need to lie to him.” He joked with a straight face, earning a laugh from you. “You can always tell me if you’re sad Cross, I know Echo’s not making the dinner tonight but-“

Your arms came around to hold his jaw, loving the feeling of his chuckle against your back, “Never, ram’ser.” You smiled, leaning up to place a kiss on his chin.

Your attentions turned towards the group, Wrecker now holding Omega on his shoulder, snacking on some of the crackers Echo had bought before you got here whilst getting scolded that they might fill themselves up.

“Y’know… we could sneak back to house without anyone noticing,” Crosshair whispered in your ear, his arms coming underneath your stomach and alleviating some weight, “I could rub your legs… your back,” he began to list, lips coming to kiss the shell of your ear. His voice sent tingles through your thighs and to your core, a pleasant shiver rolling down your back, “And after I’ve given you a massage I could help you relax…” he purred, his fingers comfortably rubbing circles along your belly.

You wanted nothing more than to see Crosshair looking up at you from between your legs, to feel his hands over your body once again.

Since becoming pregnant, all your boys made sure to treat you like the most delicate gems, looking out for your every need no matter what the situation. In the fleeting moments of intimacy you shared with them, they were all incredibly gentle and soft, showering you with constant compliments and praises, paying close attention to your changing body - especially Wrecker.

The thoughts enveloped your thinking entirely, biting your lip with a cheeky smirk, looking at Crosshair from your peripheral. “We’ve probably got… 2 minutes before they realise I’m missing.” You grinned, the sniper matching your mischievous glint, “Well then we better not waste them.” You covered your mouth when a giggle fell from your lips, Crosshair kissing at your neck as he began to direct you back in the direction of your shared house.

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Thank you for reading!

Sorry for the incredibly rushed ending - like mentioned at the top, this had zero plot when going into it, it was very much writing as the ideas come into fruition 🤣

I’ve never posted a fic to Tumblr before so if you enjoyed, woohoo! 💕

[clangrogu]

Clones x Reader Fic Recs (Tech Edition Pt. 2)

Tech Projects by @moodymisty (GN!Reader, SFW)

Not Qualified by @ghostofskywalker (GN!Reader, SFW, Smidge of Angst)

Looking at Their Lips when they Talk by @sev-on-kamino (AFAB!Reader, SFW)

Unreasonably in Love by @interstellarwraith (GN!Reader, SFW)

Alone Together by @jedipoodoo (GN!Reader, SFW)

Did You Know? by @vodika-vibes (F!Reader, SFW)

Rambling by @momojedi (GN!Reader, SFW)

Comfort by @queenariesofnarnia (F!Reader, SFW)

Finally Found You by @queenariesofnarnia (F!Reader, SFW, Faked Death, Hidden Pregnancy, Mom!Reader, Dad!Tech, Ex-Jedi!Reader)

Pretty Boy by @manofworm (GN!Reader, SFW)

If I Had Known by @techtalksfics (F!Reader, SFW, Reader is jealous of Phee and kind of a mess, Some drinking, Anxiety)

To The Point of Invention by @hesthermay (GN!Reader, SFW, Happily ever after on Pabu AU)

Late Nights in Hyperspace by @like-a-bantha (GN!Reader, SFW)

Tech enjoys messaging you throughout the day by @sinfulsalutations (GN!Reader, SFW)

Eyes On Me by @mandos-mind-trick (F!Reader, NSFW, Smut, Exhibitionism, Kinda poly-bad batch-ish but not really?)

[sev-on-kamino]

This fic literally warms my heart when I think about it or work on it, so I’m extra glad you enjoyed it 💙💙

I was having some serious Crosshair feels when I started it, and when I get in my Cross feels I go all out. I love writing him when he’s fighting feelings whether they’re romantic or not. His inner turmoil is always so intense to explore.

I hope you enjoy part two as well!!!

Hello friend! I couldn't find any rules for requests on your blog, so hopefully this one's okay, and if not feel free to ignore it!

Would you be okay with doing a little something based on the idea that all five of the bad batch boys realize that they're all in love with their medic reader? Like maybe they all just KNOW that their other brothers feel the same way about the reader and what they do about it? Do they all talk it over in private? do they just silently start trying to one up each other as a secret competition for her heart? Do they maybe go to the reader themselves instead? Or maybe they decide sharing is caring?? I'd love to hear your take on this concept, headcanons or a fic or whatever you're inspired to do with this idea it's all fine by me!

Please and thank you and also I hope you have a good weekend 💗

I have had the BEST time with this ask, and I hope you love it. This is deffo one I could write about from different angles all day long. I love the boys, but they provide more inspiration than I know what to do with, so this is only part 1 😬 if you had something else in mind, don’t hesitate to let me know. you know I’m always down to write about the boys 🥰

The Bad Batch x afab!Reader

warnings: mention of injury, nothing graphic, poly no clonc*st, Crosshair pining 👀

Part 2

word count: 3721 (*self control left the chat*)

The Havoc Marauder was never quiet, and now was no exception. Wrecker’s snores, Tech’s tinkering, Echo’s quiet muttering in his sleep, the barely audible sounds of Hunter fiddling with his knife. But there was a hole of silence in the quilt of sound, and it was shaped like you. It’s been 15 rotations, not that Crosshair’s counting, without your laugh ringing out, without your back popping loudly as you stretched when you woke up, without your voice whispering his name, as you sleepily let him know it was his turn on watch.

The five of them had been together, and they’d never needed or wanted anyone else in their space, on their team. Crosshair hadn’t even wanted you around at first. Wrecker had warmed to you quickly, but of course a pretty thing like you would never need the hard sell with Wrecker. Hunter had been wary of you, but in an effort to keep Wrecker from getting too attached, he’d inadvertently formed his own attachment to your presence. As for Tech and Echo, they’d kept their distance well enough, but your quiet intelligence, and curiosity had drawn them in.

Crosshair had been the holdout. Incensed by every breath you drew in his presence. The way you checked in with him after every mission, as if he needed you poking and prodding him. But when he needed stitches, you’d asked for permission to help him. If he didn’t want you to touch him, you wouldn’t.

“I’d never do anything without your consent. You’re in control here,” you’d said, holding your kit in steady hands, as you waited for his decision. He’d watched you with rapt attention through the mirror, your fingers resting gently against his skin, as you carefully cleaned, stitched up, and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.

After that, he would silently request your assistance when he needed it, and over time even when he didn’t need it. He would never say it out loud, but bacta patches placed by your gentle hands worked better. Your stitches were nearly painless. And the way you’d hum while you worked…well, that was just adorable.

When Commander Cody had requested you for a short stint, Wrecker had grumbled endlessly, and Crosshair had been the first to tell him to suck it up because you’d be back in their hair soon enough. He needed the space to clear his head, and he hoped the others would come to their senses without you in their presence.

Wrecker admitted to missing you within 12 hours. Tech kept finding excuses to talk about you. Meanwhile Hunter and Echo kept pointing out things you would like, and setting them aside for you. They had also placed bets on when Crosshair would snap and march onto the Negotiator to steal you back. Not that they would be upset if he did.

When it became clear that Crosshair would rather eat his armor than admit to being the least bit interested in you, the four of them had dragged him into the cockpit to decide what they would do when you returned. The feelings were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, but how to proceed.

“We should just come out and say it!” Wrecker said, feeling like the matter was concluded.

“It needs to be a tad more romantic than that,” Echo said shaking his head.

“According to my observations of her, she would appreciate a romantic gesture,” Tech said.

“Flowers?” Wrecker offered.

“She deserves more than flowers for putting up with us,” Echo said laughing.

“We could make a stop on her home world. It’s not too far out of the way,” Hunter added. “I think she’d like that.”

“This is a waste of time,” Crosshair said rolling his eyes. “You’re fooling yourselves.”

“When have Hunter’s senses ever been wrong?” Tech asked not even bothering to look up. “According to what he’s told me, she’s at the very least physically attracted to us. Based on her behavior that extends to an emotional bond as well.”

“What happened to not getting attached?” Crosshair challenged, and his brothers all looked at each other before looking back at him.

“You know you’re not as subtle as you think, Crosshair,” Echo said.

“And if I can tell how anyone’s feeling, it’s the four of you,” Hunter added.

“You’re all delusional,” Crosshair said shaking his head.

“You had her put a bacta patch on your arm last mission, and you coulda done it yourself,” Wrecker said giving the sniper a playful shove.

“She is our medic, she should at least pretend to do a job around here,” Crosshair said defensively. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. The others were blissfully under your spell, but he was not about to let you hurt him. Not about to let you reject him. No matter how badly he wanted you.

But as the clock rolled into the 16th rotation without you, it was Crosshair who hated your absence more than anyone. The others were open about it in their own ways, but he held it close. It was one of the few secrets he’d kept from his brothers. The realization annoyed him, as he swung his long legs over the side of his bunk to take over on watch for Hunter.

Sensing the tension rolling off of his younger brother, Hunter cleared his throat.

“She’ll be back in 2 rotations, and you’ll get to sleep longer again.” He knew it wasn’t sleep Crosshair was after, but it was the best way to let him know you were on your way back without suggesting the sniper actually missed you lest they wind up in another argument.

“Oh good, the little doctor will be back to baby Wrecker again, and you can all confess your love, and live happily ever after,” Crosshair sneered, but Hunter knew him well. There was no bite in his tone, and his face was more relaxed than Hunter had seen it since you waved goodbye and disappeared into the Negotiator.

“She just commed to see if we could pick her up before our next mission, and I almost said no,” Hunter said absently, as Crosshair dropped into the co-pilot’s seat. It wasn’t true, but he could hear Crosshair’s heart racing, his teeth grinding in frustration.

“I thought you were dying to have her back,” Crosshair bit out.

“Well, Cody’s really wanting to keep her, and it would be a great opportunity for her,” This part was true, but he knew he shouldn’t tease his brother this way even though he was sure whatever doubt your absence hadn’t wiped out, would be obliterated by jealousy.

“Commander Cody has a squad of medics. He doesn’t need her,” Crosshair replied, scoffing. The thought of Cody trying to tempt you away from them with a Star Destroyer and a Jedi annoyed Crosshair down to his bones. You wouldn’t be swayed by a big ship, and fancy toys. Would you?

“You’ve got a point,” Hunter began before putting the last nail in the coffin. “He doesn’t need her…maybe he just wants her.”

He could hear Crosshair’s heart thumping wildly, as he tried to maintain his composure.

“Doubt it,” Crosshair grumbled after several moments spent working to unclench his jaw.

“Guess we’ll find out,” Hunter said, rising from the pilot’s chair. “The call’s recorded, so you can watch it, and see for yourself.”

“I’m sure she’ll never shut up about it when she’s back,” Crosshair said dismissively.

Humming softly with a shrug, Hunter said good night, and left Crosshair alone. The sharpshooter waited until he was sure Hunter was asleep before playing your conversation.

As your form appeared, bathed in blue, a smile tugged at Crosshair’s lips. Had you always been this beautiful?

“Hi, Sarge! It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you boys like crazy,” you nearly moaned.

He’d never heard you make a sound like that. He immediately thought of you making that sound just for him, which annoyed him, but he couldn’t stop listening.

“We miss you too, cyar’ika. I’m sure you’re having fun though,” Hunter replied.

“It’s been nice to stretch my legs a bit and put some of the things I’ve learned to use. Commander Cody’s amazing…he’s uh, asked me if I want to stay on,” You look shy, nervous.

“Oh, is that uh, something you’re interested in?”

“Don’t get me wrong the Negotiator is spectacular, and I’ve enjoyed my time with the 212th,” you bite your lip, shifting your weight. You seem unsure if you should continue. After a moment, you pressed on, “but they’re missing a few things I can’t live without, so I’d like to come home, back to the Marauder I mean.”

“We’ll be glad to have you back,” Hunter replied.

“Good,” You look so relieved. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you boys since I left. Are you getting enough quiet time? Are Tech and Echo sleeping? Is Wreck staying out of trouble? Is Cross eating properly?”

Crosshair barely hears the rest of conversation because he can’t get past the part where you miss them, where you were worried about him.

“I’ll be all packed up and ready to go in two rotations. Do you mind coming to get me?” Your needy tone shakes Crosshair out of his thoughts. “I could get a shuttle, but it would take another rotation or two, and I don’t think I can wait that long.”

Crosshair realized he couldn’t either. He needed you back immediately. Sooner, really.

“Of course, doll,” Hunter says soothingly. “Two rotations, and we’ll be there.”

Reassured, your shoulders relax, “Wonderful! I can’t wait to see all of you! I’m sure Crosshair has enjoyed the break from me, but I’ve missed him so much. I miss all of you, Hunter.” Your voice is so tender, it makes his heart clench.

He had not enjoyed the break at all though. Between his brothers giving him a hard time, and wanting you back, he was miserable.

Two rotations. It wouldn’t be long now.

***

Crosshair’s leg was bouncing, as the Marauder docked with the Negotiator. You were so close, almost home.

The five of them boarded the Star Destroyer, and Crosshair’s eyes began searching for you immediately. Cody was there to greet them, grasping Hunter’s arm in welcome.

“Good to see you, Commander,” Hunter said warmly.

“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Cody began, “I’m not going to lie, I tried to keep your medic. She’s brilliant, and the men adore her.”

“Of course they do,” Wrecker’s pride in you is evident.

“She said the Negotiator was missing a few necessities,” Cody quirked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“She’s quite mistaken. The Havoc Marauder is not equipped with even 10% of what a Republic Venator has,” Tech says, brow furrowed.

“It doesn’t have Gonky,” Wrecker said as though it were obvious.

“It doesn’t have the five of you either!” you quipped, appearing at Cody’s elbow.

“Cyar’ika!” Wrecker bellowed, scooping you up and spinning you around.

“Wrecker!” you squealed as you returned his hug as tightly as you could

Crosshair’s heart was pounding again. He waited at the back of the group, watching his brothers welcome you back. Pressing their foreheads to yours, ghosting their fingers over your jaw, holding the back of your head gently. Then you were standing in front of him. Arms clasped behind your back, not reaching for him as you had the others. Respecting his space as always.

“I’m happy to see you too, Cross. Ready to deal with me every day again?”

“Are you ready to deal with me? All of us, again?”

“Ready and looking forward to it!” Your smile is bright and he nearly reached for you then, but he stopped himself.

“Well, Commander, you know where to find us, if you need us…or our medic again,” Hunter said with a grin.

“It was an honor serving alongside the 212th, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity,” You saluted Cody, and the others followed suit.

“The pleasure was all ours,” Cody returned the salute, and watched as the six of you returned to the Marauder.

***

You’re getting settled back into your space on the Marauder, answering questions from Wrecker, curious about the armory and ordnance, and Tech pestering you for every detail about the Negotiator, as Echo and Hunter wait to get a word in edgewise.

“Come on, boys. Give her some breathing room,” Hunter says, scooting them towards the cockpit, ignoring their protests.

“It’s good to have you back, saraad,” Echo said with a soft smile, that made your heart skip a beat.

You smile fondly at them as they go, going back to unpacking your things, and changing.

Crosshair is in his bunk, pretending he’s not watching you, but he can’t focus on anything else. Every inch of skin you reveal is making his body react. His heart thumping, breath growing shallow, as he drinks you in. This isn’t even the first time he’s seen you naked or changing, but it feels different now. He frowns as he notices a bandage on your hip peaking out of your panties, wrapping around your hip. It’s covered swiftly by the bottom half of a fresh set of blacks.

He slid out of his bunk, and you turned to face him, as you pulled the top half down covering your stomach, hiding your skin from his gaze. Naturally, you stepped back to give him space, and you were pleasantly surprised when he deliberately stepped closer. You looked up at him expectantly, eyes searching his for any hint of what he’s up to.

Crosshair was sure he should say something, but his mind was only offering sardonic quips that would convey the truth, but not like he wanted. He lifted a hand, and tapped your hip softly, fingertips resting against you. This was the first time Crosshair had ever touched you without necessity. Your heart sped up, and you swallowed hard.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice low and even.

“Rooftop sniper,” you shook your head, folding your arms. “One of the other medics wasn’t as lucky. He was still in the med bay when you came to pick me up. No one could have clocked him to be fair.”

“I could have,” Crosshair said, anger simmering under his even tone.

“Well, there’s only one Crosshair in the galaxy. Next time I leave, I’ll take you with me.” You smiled up at him, but his face held the frown.

“Hey, I’m ok. Still good to do my job,” you added, brow furrowing.

“Fucking regs,” He swore, as he shifted his hand to hold your hip gently like you were a fragile thing. A fragile thing that belonged to him.

You hesitated before resting your hand against his chest, tapping your fingertips against the plastoid.

“Cross, I’m home, and in one piece. How can I show you?”

An eyebrow raised at that, sharp eyes taking you in, lingering on your lips, as they parted, a silent invitation for him. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to yours, begging you to close the distance. You wrapped your arms around his trim waist, as you pressed your lips to his softly.

The ache that had been simmering in his chest since you left is morphing into arousal, moving to settle down in his belly. His lips moved tentatively against yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip.

“Hey,” Wrecker protested loudly. “We agreed we’d all talk to her together, Crosshair!”

The two of you break apart, and you clear your throat, your eyes trained on Crosshair.

“Talk to me about what?” You asked, breathlessly.

“Sorry, doll,” Crosshair said before Wrecker tugged him away in a headlock.

“What are you gonna talk to me about?” you asked again.

“When we get home, cyar’ika,” Wrecker said before turning to Crosshair. “Knew you were full of it, Cross!”

You touch your lips, as you watch the pair of them playfully fighting down the corridor. Did that happen? You pinched your arm as hard as you could, grimacing when it hurt, confirming you were awake, Crosshair had just kissed you. What the hell happened while you were gone? And what did they need to talk to you about?

***

In the cockpit on watch, you relaxed in the copilot’s chair, Tech snoozed gently in the pilot’s chair. It was so good to be home despite the fact that there was clearly something going on with your boys. Your alarm beeped, and you rose from the chair, yawning and stretching ready to trade out with Crosshair, and pass out for a little while.

Hunter intercepted you in the hallway with a grin. “I can’t sleep, so I’ll cover for Crosshair. Go get some rest.” He kissed your forehead, and added, “Good to have you home, Doc.”

“Good to be home, Sarge,” you replied before bidding him goodnight, and heading towards your bunk.

“Hunter?” You turn towards him.

“Hmm?” Hunter asks turning to you.

“What happened while I was gone? Why’s everyone acting weird?”

“We’ll talk when we get back to Kamino. Get some rest,” He says with a mysterious grin that makes you bite your lip.

You pout but follow his orders and head to your bunk. You’re about to climb in when you look towards Crosshair’s bunk. He was the least likely to spill the beans, but he had kissed you earlier. Was that the big secret?

You moved to stand near Crosshair’s bunk. Pushing back the privacy curtain, you whispered his name like you normally would to wake him up for his shift.

“My turn already?” he replied sleepily.

“No, Hunter’s there. I was hoping we could talk about earlier, or we could just sleep,” Even after your encounter earlier, he still made you nervous, and you worried you’d made a mistake until he lifted the blankets, and silently invited you into his bed.

You crawled in, and he lowered the blanket over your body before snaking his arm around your waist and pushing his leg between yours. His muscular thigh pressed up against you, sending a wave of heat through your body. He tucked your head beneath his chin, and it became clear he was not saying a word, so you listened to his heartbeat until you were lulled to sleep.

When you woke up a few hours later, you realized that you hadn’t slept well at all while you were gone. You needed to be crammed into the Marauder with your squad to relax. It helped that Crosshair had held you the entire time, and as you stretched and arched your back you realized he was looking at you.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked quietly not wanting to disturb the others. He simply nodded, his eyes roaming your face, as his hand rested on your waist.

“Good. We should be home soon, yeah?” you asked, rolling onto your back before sitting up.

“Something like that,” Crosshair replied cryptically.

You didn’t bother asking what he meant before sliding out of the bunk, and tossing him a smile.

“I’m going to see where we are. Go back to sleep.”

Once again he nodded, but he knew there was no chance of going back to sleep. Not when he knew what they had planned for the day.

You wandered into the cockpit, taking the co-pilot’s seat next to Echo.

“How was your first night back?” Echo asked smiling as you got comfortable in the chair.

“Cozy. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you guys until I was gone.”

“I don’t think we did either,” he confesses.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, trying not to seem too happy about it.

He nodded, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. As always silence was never awkward with Echo, and while this was no exception, you could feel a tension in the air. It was reminiscent of the one you’d felt the night before when Crosshair had kissed you.

“I don’t suppose I can get you to tell me what’s going on?” You asked, turning the chair towards him and leaning forward.

“Always so impatient, saraad,” Echo says shaking his head.

“I can’t help it. Something’s up. Crosshair has been sweet to me,” you add in a conspiratorial whisper.

Echo huffs out a short laugh.

“Oh has he now?”

“Yeah, and,” you hesistate. You want to keep going, to spill every thought in your head to Echo, but something’s got your tongue. “It’s nothing.” You turn your chair back into place, and ask, “Where are we? How far from home?”

Reluctantly, Echo tears his gaze away from you. He looks over the navicomputer.

“Not far.”

“You wanna get some sleep? I can get us to Kamino safely.”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Ok, I can get us there. No promises on the condition,” you concede.

“You’re meant to be resting. Crosshair told us what happened,” Echo trails off.

“I told you he was being sweet to me, but I guess a kiss is a little more than sweet…”

“Kiss?! I meant you getting shot!” Echo hisses trying not to wake the others, as he spins towards you.

“He told you about that?!” You hiss back, spinning towards him.

“Of course he did. Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t wanna worry you guys. Cross was not happy when he saw the bandage, and…”

“Of course he wasn’t. And I’m not happy you didn’t tell us. We could have lost you,” Echo’s eyes are worried, his brow knit together, as he reaches for your face.

His fingertips have just brushed your jaw when the cockpit opens, and the pair of you sit back and look towards the door.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Hunter says, gesturing for you to follow him.

“I was,” you pout. “I just wanted to see if we were close to home.”

“That’s funny because it sounded like you were arguing about keeping your injury a secret,” Hunter says. Out of everyone on the ship, you never thought Crosshair would be the one to tell on you.

“No, I was just…trying to…ya know?”

“No, I don’t know, senaar’ika. Now get in your bunk and rest your eyes. I’ll wake you the moment we land.”

“Fine,” you relent, and climb into your bunk, and even your racing brain can’t keep you awake.

taglist: @dystopicjumpsuit (not sure if you wanted to be tagged in everything or not, so just let me know 🥰)

[badbatchsprincess]

Masterlist

Welcome to the master list. I write shameless smut but I also have some series with multiple parts. 18 and under pls vacate thank youuu Send me messages if you have requests. I write for clones!! Enjoy babes!

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Bad Batch

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Heated (WIP)

Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

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Alright let's finish this one up! Requests are open for clone fics! Once I'm done with heated send me your ideas I'd love to write shorts, one shots, au's, whatever sounds good!

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HC's

Their choice in music - here

[aynavaano]

Masterlist

All my fics are x f!reader, no use of Y/N, reader sometimes has a nickname. All fics are smut/NSFW, minors do not interact.

Bad Batch

Hunter

Tech is always right (comfort/wet hunter/shower sex)

Tell me you want me (sex with your Sarge)

Sunsets on Pabu (beach sex with old Hunter)

Crosshair

Cross x you series starts in S3 EP6 on Rex base on Teth

Part 1- Say my name

(sex at first sight)

Part 2- We all have a hunger

(threesome with Hunter/competition)

Part 3- What kind of man loves like this

(jealous Cross/Pabu festival)

Part 4- No light

(slight angst/injured Cross/soft sex)

Part 5- It's always darkest before the dawn (cockwarming/hurt/comfort)

Part 6- Do i look moderate to you ?

(jealous Cross/rough sex/semi public)

Part 7- coming soon

Part 8- coming soon

Heaven is Here (Old Cross on Pabu/domestic fluff/wife kink)

Tech

Beautifully blind (first time sex fic)

Poly Batch

The cuddle pile (comfort fluff with a bit of smut)

Wolffe

Coming soon

Kinktober

Week 1

The light of Umbara - Rex/501st - exhibitionism/recording of masturbation

Relax mesh’la- Wrecker - thigh riding/public fingering

Dark Paradise - misc. Clones - anonymous sex/group sex

Week 2

Good boy - Hunter - face sitting/submission

Babygirl - Crosshair - dominance/choking/overstimulation

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Week 3

Feral - Hunter - primal play/biting/bruising

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Week 4

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[kaminokatie]

The Bad Batch Masterlist

Fics:

Poly!Bad Batch:

Listening. 🌶️

Sex Pollen - One. 🌶️ || Two. 🌶️

Crosshair:

Valentines Day.

Royce Hemlock:

Comfort Officer. 🌶️

Headcannons:

First Kiss.

First Time. 🌶️

Omega Calls You Mum. 🌶️

[mandos-mind-trick]

The Initiation

Summary: Echo doesn't quite know what he's getting himself into when he joins Clone Force 99. He definitely doesn't expect what goes on behind closed doors with their beloved medic.

Pairing: Poly Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest whatsoever)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, group sex, kind of an orgy, reverse harem, brief glimpse of the author's glove kink, masturbation, exhibitionism, oral, spitroasting, Wrecker's big dick, unprotected sex, creampies galore, squirting, Hunter loves feeding reader's praise kink, Hunter's a bit of a dom, this is utter filth someone get me holy water i need to drink it.

A/N: *sweats nervously once more* Don't ask where this came from. I'm not sure you want to know. I...have no excuse. If you need me, I'll be in horny prison.

MASTERLIST

Echo notices not long after he joins them. 

He feels more at home with Clone Force 99 than he would have back with the 501st. The “regs” they called them. Even on the cramped ship that’s too small already, he feels a sense of comfort. Of course, in such cramped quarters, it doesn’t take him long to notice things. 

You, the squad’s medic, had been the most welcoming at first. You had been there, on Skako Minor, waiting with the ship for them to return. You’d spoken so softly, so sweetly to him, talking him through everything as you scanned his body for potential injuries. You’d wrapped him in a blanket, warming his frosted skin as much as physically possible. You hadn’t done any more than you needed to, not wanting to cause him any more stress than he was already feeling. 

He hadn’t fallen in love in that moment, per se, but he had grown to like you first, before the others. 

That wasn’t entirely the reason why he noticed it so quickly. 

It was hard to miss. 

The first were the touches. In close quarters it was hard to avoid sometimes, but this was more than that. Most recently had been coming in to land for their latest mission. You had been standing next to the seat Hunter was sitting in, in the cockpit. He had slipped a hand between your legs to grip your inner thigh and tug you closer to him. It had been far too high to be only Hunter keeping you steady as Tech expertly landed the ship. 

You hadn’t seemed to care at all. 

Then the proximity. You stood close to them. Very close. Even Crosshair who kept as much personal space as possible allowed you to break into that circle. 

It wasn’t just you. They hovered as well, standing closer than regulation would approve of when you talked, sometimes so close you had to be breathing the same air. 

Then the lingering glances. When you passed by them, their eyes would follow. When you were busy taking inventory, sorting through supplies, reading away at your datapad, they’d be sitting watching you. Their eyes would trail your form, very visible beneath your tactical suit. You don’t go out into the field with them, but due to their status as an independent squad, you wore tactical gear instead of the normal civilian medic scrubs. It had been modified, slightly of course, thanks to Tech. Despite the fact you never saw any combat, you had greater protection around vital areas just in case. 

Something’s going on. Something more than just the closeness of a squad. Something they’re all in on. He’s too afraid to ask. 

Maybe he should have. 

***

His first experience in Clone Force 99’s barracks is...something. It’s messy, as the Marauder is. There’s a smell too, something he can’t quite place. Something bad. None of the others even seem to notice, not even you. You toss your bag onto the couch before sitting at the table, leaning your back against it. 

“We can rig up something for you, if you don’t want to sleep on the couch.” Hunter tells him, setting his own pack down. 

His gaze flickers to you. There’s only four bunks. He doesn’t want to take your spot if that’s where you sleep. “But what about-” 

“I rotate bunks.” You say, lips curling up in a smirk. 

Hunter says your name, a warning growl in his voice. Echo’s only heard that tone once from him, when Tech had made a quick decision without informing anyone else during a fight. It had worked in their favor, but Hunter liked to know when he was going to do something reckless. 

“What?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. “He’s a smart man, he’s probably figured something out by now. It’s not like you’ve been trying very hard to hide it.”

So he had been right. There were things, things beyond just the normal gawking of men enclosed in a tight space with a beautiful woman. You are beautiful. He can’t blame them for staring, or touching. It’s not exactly forbidden. He knows the kinds of things that happen during shore leave. But that was shore leave, far from the GAR and those that would report to higher-ups the goings on in the private lives of troopers. 

Hunter had told him the little shore leave they get they spend here on Kamino, far from Coruscant and where the other troopers spend their free time. 

An easier place to get caught. 

He knows the consequences of doing it, the consequences of getting caught. The reprimanding, the possible decommissioning. 

He stares at you wide eyed, Hunter passing him to stand in front of you. “That’s...against the-” 

“What, against the rules?” Crosshair says, leaning against a crate. “You’ll be quick to learn we’re not exactly ones for following the rules.” 

“It’s tradition.” Hunter says, hand cupping your chin to lift your gaze to him. You stare up at him, something shining in your eyes. Love? No, not quite. “Perhaps this time it can be more of an...initiation.” 

“If you want.” You say, turning to look at Echo once more. You’re staring at him like you did when you first met him on the flight back from Skako Minor. Your tone is the same too, that gentle, disarming voice used to calm nervous patients. Your lips turn up in a soft smile, a complete 180 from the salacious look you had been wearing seconds ago. “You don’t have to, if you’re uncomfortable. You can always go and get dinner, give us a couple hours.” 

He should. He should walk out the door and pretend he’s not about to watch his new squad’s medic act inappropriately with the other members of the squad. You don’t seem to have any complaints. There was no coercion on their part, at least that he could tell. You want this as much as they seem to do. They all move towards the table, hovering around it, around you. 

You’re beautiful. You truly are. He’d be crazy to try and deny that. He can’t blame them, and perhaps if he had still been like he was before, he’d have tried to shoot his shot. 

You rest your elbow on the table, leaning your head against your hand. “It’s up to you, handsome. You can always just watch, if that’s what you’d prefer.” 

There’s a tense moment of silence, everyone still as you stare at Echo. He swallows thickly, knowing he should walk out while he still can, but he’s not sure he wants to. Maybe he does want to see this. Maybe he does want to partake. You seem so willing, so ready. 

Hunter grabs your chin, yanking your face back to him. It’s rough, the sweetness in your eyes disappearing again, being replaced by the lusty look that had been in them before. Hunter presses his gloved thumb against your lips and you eagerly take it into your mouth. 

He’s screwed. He’s so kriffing screwed. 

Hunter stares at you as you suck on his thumb, seeming to silently communicate. This isn’t a new thing. You’ve been doing this for a while. Hunter pulls his thumb from your mouth, dropping his fingers to the neck of your tactical suit, tugging on it gently. “Off.” 

You stand, Hunter stepping back. You begin to undress, pulling off your gear and tactical suit. Echo can’t help but avert his gaze as you pull off your breastband, his face feeling warmer than usual. You’re not the first naked woman he’s seen, but this is different. He’s not supposed to be seeing you naked. 

His eyes dart back to you as you move, lifting yourself onto the table. His face feels warmer than usual as he stares at you, taking in every curve and slope of your body. You bend your legs, pressing your heels into the table, spread wide enough for even him to see the slick folds between your thighs. 

“Get yourself ready, mesh’la.” Hunter says, his voice deeper than usual. 

You lay back on the table, tracing a hand down your body. Echo can hear the thud of codpieces hitting the floor, but his eyes are focused on your hand as it dips lower and lower. 

Your fingers run through folds, gathering some wetness. You slip a finger inside, letting out a breathy sound. Your other hand drops down to circle your clit slowly as you work your finger in, stretching yourself out. Your head falls back as you add a second finger, slowly picking up the pace. 

Echo’s eyes focus on your lips, parted as you moan quietly. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see you like this. The risks are so high, but no one seems to care. 

You’re close, your fingers thrusting into you hard as you desperately chase your orgasm. Hunter turns his head, glancing at Crosshair. The sniper smirks, pulling his toothpick from his lips before flicking it across the room. He steps up to you, fingers wrapping around your wrist before tugging your hand from your pussy. You let out a whine in complaint, Crosshair tugging you up to sit.

“Aww man, why don’t I ever get to go first?” Wrecker complains. 

“Because you’d rip her in half.” Crosshair says, delivering a sharp slap to your thigh as you maneuver yourself. You bend over the table, resting your head so you can see Echo. You make eye contact with him, lips parted as you breathe. 

Crosshair’s thin fingers trail down your spine, your back arching to press your ass up. His other hand frees himself from his blacks, jerking his hard length. You moan as he presses his cock into your slick pussy, lifting up on your toes to take him deeper. Crosshair groans as he settles inside you, hands dropping to grip your hips. 

You brace yourself on the table as Crosshair begins to move, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. You let out the most salacious sounds, Crosshair’s hand tangling in your hair to pull your head up. Tech steps up in front of you, slipping a hand into his blacks to draw out his cock. You open your mouth, waiting expectantly for Tech. 

He presses his cock into your mouth, his own hand taking the place of Crosshair’s. Crosshair picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours. The sound of his hips hitting your ass, and the wet squelch of your pussy are loud. Echo glances nervously at the door. If someone stood too close to the door, they could probably figure out what was going on. 

No one else seems to care, though. They’re not stopping, nor attempting to be any quieter. 

The only things that have been silenced are your moans, muffled by Tech’s cock in your mouth. You’re moaning and whimpering, at the mercy of the two clones as they use your body. Crosshair slips a hand under you, fingers rubbing your clit. 

Your body shudders as you cum, letting out a high pitched moan around Tech’s cock. Crosshair groans as he stills, cumming inside you. Crosshair pulls free, Tech not slowing at all. Wrecker steps up, taking Crosshair’s place. He runs his fingers along your slit, gathering Crosshair’s seed that’s beginning to seep out of you, using his thick fingers to push it back in. 

You moan around Tech’s cock, pushing yourself up on your elbows. There’s a pool of drool forming on the table under you, more stringing between your lips and Tech’s cock as he pulls free for a second. Wrecker takes advantage, pressing the thick head of his cock against your slit. 

Your eyes squeeze closed, body relaxing as he presses into your pussy. You whimper at the stretch, body gaping around his thick cock. Your head ducks down, hand lifting to jerk Tech’s cock as Wrecker presses further in. Hunter steps up to your side, carding his fingers through your hair. It’s so soft and gentle, such a change from what had just happened. 

You whine, hips shifting against Wrecker’s hold. “Too much.” 

“You can take it, mesh’la.” Wrecker groans. 

“Good girl,” Hunter praises, still stroking your hair. “Be a good girl and take him.” 

You let out another pathetic whine, legs shaking by the time Wrecker is completely seated inside you. Hunter gently guides your head back up, Tech slipping his cock back into your mouth. You grip the edge of the table as Wrecker begins to move, slow thrusts as your body stretches around his cock. 

Echo’s hands have curled into fists at his sides, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his codpiece. He never would have thought he could be turned on by something like this, but the sounds, the way your body moves so seamlessly with them, the noises coming from you...it’s all too much. 

Tech grits his teeth as he stills, cumming into your mouth. You take all of him, swallowing his load. Wrecker pulls you up, holding your back to his chest as he cums with a loud groan, spilling into you. Tech slaps a hand over your mouth as you nearly scream, soaking the table and the floor with your orgasm. 

Wrecker laughs rapturously, holding you up as you practically go limp in his arms. “Got another one!” 

“Yes, well, you do have the anatomical advantage when it comes to producing such a result.” Tech says. “For some of us, it takes actual skill.” 

Wrecker lays you on the table on your back, your body limp as you breathe heavily. “Yeah, well I’ve done it more times than anyone.” 

“Enough.” Hunter says, stepping around the table to where you’re laying. “You can debate skills later. We’re not finished here yet.” 

Their gazes all turn back to you, Hunter stepping between your legs. He reaches up, stroking your cheek gently. “Hi, mesh’la. Still with us?” 

You nod, leaning into his touch. “Present, Sergeant.” 

Hunter smirks, reaching down with his other hand to pull out his cock. “Good girl.”

You let out a little whine at the praise, his hands folding your legs against your chest. You hold the backs of your knees, keeping your legs in place. 

Hunter smiles, trailing his hand down your front. “Such a good girl for us.” His fingers circle your clit, your legs twitching. “Can you take one more?” 

You nod, looking absolutely fucked out as you stare up at him. “Yes, sir.” 

He smiles, moving his hand to press against the back of your thigh as he guides his cock to your slit. You groan as he presses into you, giving you no time to adjust as he begins moving his hips. You make the sweetest little noises as he fucks you, eyes trained on him. 

It feels different than with the others, softer and more intense. Echo wonders if it’s simply the dynamic. The others pick you apart and Hunter pieces you back together. He can’t help but be curious. How had this started? How long had it taken? Who was first? You’d probably tell him if he asked. It wasn’t like you were hiding it anymore. Not that you really had been from the start. 

Your knuckles are white where they’re gripping under your knees as Hunter rolls his hips against yours. He can tell just by the sounds you’re making how close you are. He can already pick up the cues your body gives. 

Hunter grips your hips, pulling you to the very edge of the table. His movements change, thrusting shallowly into you. Your legs begin to shake, moans getting louder and higher pitched. He knows what’s coming already, your hips jerking as you soak the front of Hunter’s armor, sending a squirting into the air and onto the floor. Hunter takes his cock in his hand, jerking it a couple times before he cums onto your pussy and thighs. 

Wrecker stares in disbelief, making a disappointed noise. 

“Looks like you won’t be in the lead for much longer.” Crosshair teases, slipping a toothpick back into his mouth. 

Tech grabs a questionable looking towel off the floor, wiping down the table and the floor. You let your legs go, both flopping bonelessly over the edge of the table. 

“So?” Hunter says, turning to Echo. He’s still standing between your thighs, the front of his armor dripping from your explosive orgasm. “What do you think of our girl?” 

Echo’s throat feels constricted. He’s not sure he could speak if he wanted to. He’s hard, fists still clenched at his sides. 

“You’re a part of this squad now.” Hunter says, placing a gentle hand on your stomach. “Which means you can be part of this if you want.” He glances down at you. “She’d like you to be, wouldn’t you, cyare?” 

You nod, still lying limp on the table. “Want your cock, Echo.” Your voice is raw, hardly more than a murmur. 

Hunter stares at him, waiting for an answer. Echo knows he can say no. You’ll be disappointed but not upset. He should say no. You’ve had enough, he can tell, but the way you’d worked Tech with your mouth, giving control over to him. His cock twitches at the thought. 

“So, how do you want her?” Hunter asks. 

“I-I want her mouth.” Echo finally says, stumbling over the words. 

Hunter helps you sit up, easing you off the table. “Come on, mesh’la. Show him what you can do with that pretty little mouth.” 

You take the couple steps to him with a distinctive limp, dropping to your knees. You’re hazy eyed and soaked with sweat, sticky from your cum and theirs. You look absolutely fucked. If someone walked in, there would be no question. All they’d have to do is look at you to know what had transpired in the barracks. 

You wait patiently on your knees as Echo reaches into his blacks pulling his hard cock out. You lean forward and for a moment he’s worried you’re passing out, but instead you stick your tongue out, running it along the bottom side of his length. His jaw clenches, hand closing around the base of his cock so he doesn’t cum immediately and embarrass himself. It’s been a long time since he’s felt anything, and your warm mouth might send him straight into space. 

You grip his thighs as you lick along his length, swirling your tongue over his head. Your eyes lift, no longer hazy as they meet his, staring deeply into them as you take him into your mouth. He keeps hold of his cock, watching as you sink lower and lower until your lips are pressing against his hand. He swallows thickly, the warmth of your mouth and the press of your tongue almost too much. 

He understands now. Not that he hadn’t before, but he can see how they’ve all fallen so heavily for you, risking being discovered just for this. Just for you. 

You bob your head, fucking his cock with your mouth. He desperately squeezes the base, not wanting to cum just yet. He holds on for dear life, keeping his gaze locked to yours as you suck the very soul out of him. 

He lets go, cumming with a curse as he spills into your mouth. You swallow around him, taking every last drop before releasing him. You lick at his head, cleaning every last drop before you sit back, licking your lips. 

Hunter steps up next to you, gently patting your head. “Good girl.” 

Wrecker helps you into the ‘fresher, Tech cleaning up the rest of the mess you had made. Echo tucks himself back in his blacks, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. Two years ago he would have never considered taking a civilian medic to bed, much less with his own squad. They’re so nonchalant about it, slipping back into their routines almost instantly. 

When he had first met you, he would have never thought you did something like this behind closed doors. It’s not hard to see why they would take advantage of your willingness, though. You’re captivating, not just in your skills and your beauty. 

Kriff, he’s in deep now. 

He’s not as upset about it as he should be. 

Taglist:

@kaminocasey, @rosechi, @mxkyrie, @bobaprint, @star-trekker-0013, @padawancat97 @bamfahsoka, @rain-on-kamino

[wanderinginksplot-writes]

I haven't written anything new this month since most of my writing time has been spent finishing a fic for the other account, but I hope you'll appreciate the announcement that I've updated my masterlist. Enjoy!

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All of the works below are generally SFW, but may not necessarily be appropriate for minors. Please mind the warnings at the top of each fic. 

To keep things tidy, I have works split up by character. The links will take you to a page of everything I’ve written for that character.

The 501st:

Rex   |   Kix   |   Fives   |   Echo   |   Hardcase    |   Tup   |   Dogma     

Jesse   |   Denal   |   General 501st (No Pairing)   

The 212th:

Cody   |   Trapper

Wolfpack: 

Wolffe

The Coruscant Guard: 

Fox   |   Thorn   |   Thire   |   Hound  |  Stone 

The Bad Batch:

Hunter   |   Tech   |    Crosshair   |   Wrecker   |   Echo 

Delta Squad (Republic Commando): 

Boss   |   Fixer   |   Scorch   |   Sev  

Omega Squad (Republic Commando):

Fi 

Legends:

Alpha-17   |   Fordo   

Other Characters: 

Howzer  |  Cad Bane  |  Hondo Ohnaka 

Original Characters: 

Limit   |   Curl   |   Drift 

Series

Gar Cabur - Alpha-17 and fem!reader

Gar Cyare - Continued Alpha-17 and fem!reader

Warriors in Red Armor - Fox, Thorn, Thire, and Hound and fem!OCs

Now Boarding - Various 501st with various fem!readers

Refuge - Delta Squad and fem!reader (Eventual poly fic)

Nobody Listens to Kix - Kix’s patient files (no reader characters) 

Just for Kix - Extras from Nobody Listens to Kix

Voices Carry - Null ARC Mereel and fem!reader

Clone Trooper Rambles - Journal-esque blurbs featuring clone troopers

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part 8

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female nicknamed Reaper in 3rd person makes up with Echo and Tech finally says and does what’s on his mind 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, pleasure tears, alcohol, emotional burst.

Word Count: 8k

part 7 part 7.5 part 9

"Did you talk to her?" Hunter asked when Tech got back.

"She was indisposed, I will try again at a later time," he said sitting down with the datapad trying to distract himself.

"Indisposed?" Wrecker asked.

"Yes, she was in the bathroom excreting whatever it is she drank"

Tech noticed Wrecker and Echo nod, their attention went back to what they were working on but Hunter didn't seem to believe it but didn't say anything nor did Echo appear to believe it.

"Are you sure she wasn't in there with some reg?" Crosshair asked, not believing it either.

She was definitely screwing a reg but it wasn't with just any Reg, "As often as I have been at odds lately with my own vice of consumption, I think I would be quiet familiar the sounds of regretting that consumption."

Crosshair knew he was lying, "How about I go talk to her myself."

"Crosshair, do I need to remind you how last time went or that for a fact last you saw her you just happened to try to kill her. I do not think it would be wise if you of all people went."

"Fine," he gritted out putting a toothpick in his mouth. Ah probably he's covering for Wolffe or Cody. Crosshair started gnawing at the toothpick to keep from saying anything else.

"Well I hope she comes back," Wrecker said messing with a smoke bomb.

"Do you think she is?" Echo asked looking to Hunter.

Hunter looked at him but didn't look at him, after reading the messages Tech recovered from from the frequency he truly didn't know. He could hope but the reality of it was for once he didn't know.

"Hey, Boys. We'll be on our way back shortly, the General had a little to much to drink she's in the tank," they heard Cody from the other side.

"Like I said," Tech said rolling his eyes.

"It is like you said," Wrecker said approvingly nodding.

"Location?" Echo replied looking down at the coordinates, "Not far from here, I'll come intercept."

"Thanks, Echo."

Was this a good idea? No, but am I going to do it anyway? Yes. Echo got up noticing Wrecker and Hunter was following him. He saw Wrecker got a little pep back in his step and hoped that it would be at least a semi neutral interaction.

Tech played with his spanner debating if he wanted to go but felt like what he needed to say was more of a private matter, given he destroyed his brother's happiness he wanted to give them this.

"Wolffe?" Crosshair asked taking the destroyed and chipped toothpick out of his mouth.

"Drinking."

"I don't believe you."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

Crosshair squinted his eyes at him, the neutral expression on Tech's face as he stared down at his pad. He put another toothpick in his mouth, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. Hmm. He decided he was going to head to follow after the rest of the squad to see for himself. Peaking back he noticed Tech following up, not looking up except for a tiny glance. Gotcha.

Wolffe had gotten her to the small med bay and headed for a quick scolding shower to get the lingering smell of arousal, brushing his teeth before completely drying off and heading back. She was only half submerged in the tank so they could run their test. He watched the monitor watching her steady heart beat, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile.

"It sounds like their on their way," Cody said taking a seat next to him, "I know it's been awhile, but did you have to be so rough?"

"I wasn't the one being rough," he smirked.

Wolffe looked up to see 99 approaching with Crosshair and Tech lingering in the back. He glared at them, the other three were one thing but those two he wanted to rip to shreds. Crosshair most of all for the betrayal of the his trust.

He observed Crosshair studying him, "Like Hell, do you want to get your thrusters handed to you, Crosshair?" standing up putting himself between her and them.

Hunter looked between them, positioning himself between them. His nostrils flared smelling the faint of something on her and how sterile Wolffe was compared to the rest of them. He looked at her then at Wolffe and then back down at her. Hunter took a step back letting them stare down at each other. He made sense of what happened while she was out and Tech's forced calm, he walked over to the tank and put him hands on the lip of it. His eyes trailed down the visual parts of her body and new tattoo's, they were different from their traditional tattoos hers every slightly imperfect. Sith Pincerbug inflicted, possibly because the bacta isn't healing it. I wonder how long it took and that it means, it's so intricate. At least the bacta is washing away the scent and Wolffe bothered to shower.

Wrecker leaned over the Serg looking down at the markings, wondering if there was still there. He looked at stare down happening wondering if he should break it up or if they needed to fight it would like brothers tend to need too. After all didn't they all just want to make her happy? At least most of them do. He watched Crosshair get in Wolffe's face and decided to step in grabbing both of them by the front of their chest plates and forcibly separating them.

Cody groaned remember the last time Wrecker grabbed someone, "Put them down," pointing the floor beneath them, he heard the audible thud as he dropped them, "Next time maybe a little more gently."

Wrecker hit both of them in the shoulders, "Figure it out before she wakes up," he headed for the seats to wait.

"Are you satisfied?" Tech said scowling at Crosshair.

"Oh I got bone to pick you too goggles."

"I obviously wasn't talking to you," Tech said turning his scowl to Wolffe for a moment going back to Crosshair.

Tech didn't see the punch coming until it collided with his check and sent him to the ground, "I deserved that," he said wiggling his jaw methodically checking for damage before standing up.

"Maybe I'll tolerate you after all ," Wolffe admiring the way he didn't blink an eye taking a punch.

"Maybe you should do it again for good measure," Crosshair jested.

"Enough," Hunter said, "Just... enough all of you. If we're all fighting that will only maybe her transition harder. If she stays at all."

"What makes you say that?" Wrecker asked.

Hunter looked down at her markings again, wondering where or who her allegiance was with "She's been through a lot."

"That girl is built just like us clones, to come back from unspeakable trauma to keeping fighting. She is a soldier-" Wolffe defended.

"But she's not a clone, we both read the same report. She's a killer and a traitor," Crosshair cut in.

"So are you, Sniper. Disobeying orders and attempting to kill your superior officer. I'm surprised your still breathing I'm surprised she didn't strike you down on the way here. I don't think I would have been so kind."

Wolffe's words hit Crosshair like tank fire, she didn't go after him but why, there was no way she was still loyal to them yet her action proves otherwise. He put a tooth pick in his mouth letting it dance across his teeth. He put his shoulders back, ignoring the scoff from Wolffe and walked to the end of the tank. Crosshair searched her body for any sign of betrayal except the tattoos except they weren't traditional Sith markings realizing it looked vaguely like Mandalorian.

"What is it?" Hunter asked.

"Her tattoo... It's in Mandalorian, perhaps old Mandalorian," he said in disbelief.

"You have to be mistaken, no one alive knows ancient Mandalorian," Tech said pointing out the obvious flaw.

Crosshair gave him a disappointed look, "Wrong," pointing at the markings, "I know Mandalorian when I see it. Just not this dialect."

Tech basically put his head in the tank to look at them closer, "You are correct, these are Mandalorian in origin. I am impressed."

Echo walked over and grabbed her hand, "How long is she going to out anyway?" Giving it a gentle squeeze.

Cody shrugged, "To be fair they did give her a tall glass instead of a shots worth."

"It was pretty impressive," Wolffe added taking her other hand.

"It's normally every girls dream to be surrounded by men but they left out the part it only happens after to many drinks," you said sitting up with your eyes still closed, not knowing who was there or touching you, "I could kill that bartender right about now. My karking head," you said removing your hands from who ever they were. It felt like your skull was being compacted down and squished again your eye sockets, "Whatever that was should definitely be illegal."

The room was heavy and silent, Wolffe and Cody exchanged glances while the squad looked at each other wondering if you were going to actually do it. You pressed your hands to your eyes trying to get get it to be even darker but it felt like the world was screaming at you trying to tear you apart. You stood up feeling where the lip of the tank was with your foot before jumping out. Someone took your hand, and placed a cool patch on your forehead that relieved enough pain that you at least removed your hands from your head.

"Did that help?" Cody asked.

"Not really."

"You might want to put your guard by up it's... a loud room," Wolffe said turning you a direction towards something.

"Right, I hate Coruscant, so loud," You wiped your eyes again before slitting them open, a towel and some clothes were laid out. You felt Wolffe's hand go to your waist guiding you towards the pile. You pat dried yourself while Wolffe took the other towel blotting your hair to get it to stop dripping.

Hunter watched how seamlessly he helped her dry her hair and her put her armor back on that it gave him a spike of jealousy. He looked and most of them shared the same expression. He looked up to see Wolffe smirking cause caused Cody to groan. She finally turned around and saw all of them, once moment she was soft looking at Wolffe and then the piercing eyes came back of whoever was on the battlefield. He saw as she noticed Crosshair standing at the end of the tank, her noise twitched but she didn't say anything as she slid her sabers back on her belt.

You tapped Wolffe's cheek, "Next time down let down the whole glass," and then walked over to Cody, put your arm around his neck and brought his head down so you could mess up his hair, "and that's for letting me drink that whole thing," you said letting go and laughing at the level of dishevelment of his hair, “Aren’t you suppose to be the responsible one.”

Hunter saw the slice of who you were when you first met, the jokester looking to have fun and make trouble but that sliver was gone as soon as you let Cody go. Watching the demeanor change from carefree and fun to icy and regal he stood at attention the rest of the squad followed suit not knowing what else to do.

"Let's move out, sooner we get that asset back to Zetabed the sooner I can try to get some actual sleep," you said heading towards the door, "Let Obi and Plo know I'm ship shape and ready."

"Sooner we can get back to making everyone else uncomfortable after a battle," Wolffe leered in your ear before saluting and taking off.

"Good luck," Cody said, eyeing the boys in a cautious warning that it was for them.

Hunter fell into rank behind you noticing you didn't have give them the at ease command. Echo fell into place next to him being the second in command, and the rest lining behind them except Crosshair. Crosshair stood in the middle of the two lines watching. You felt him there in the middle, it was as equally a threat to him as it was to you. Bold, but you didn't try to kill me on the ship or in the tank; fine I'll play your game Crosshair.

"You guys can fall out of line," noticing out of the corner of your eye that Echo reached for your hand but stopped himself choosing to be your side until Wrecker ruined it.

Wrecker didn't care about the lingering awkwardness or annoyed stare he got. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you up on his shoulders, "Feeling better?"

"Eh, my head still throbs."

"I missed ya," he said not caring about the social cue that this wasn't the time or place, "Glad to see you're in one piece."

"Thank you, Wrecker," you paused to choice your next words, "It's... nice being around familiar faces."

"Hahaha, I can't imagine."

"So... What's Zetabed like?" Echo asked trying to make conversations.

"I... don't really remember," you admitted, light shame washing over you, "It's been a while."

Everyone was silent after that until you reached the ship and Wrecker put you down, "Well at least if we all go we can remind you if you forget again," he said smiling boarding the ship.

Every one went first leaving just you and Crosshair, you looked at him to find him already staring at you with slits for eyes moving the toothpick again. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, he caught your hand and your free hand went to your saber, waiting.

"They all missed you."

"You don't think I don't know that."

"You don't seem to care."

"Being betrayed and having someone you love trying to kill you is one hell of a welcome home," you dryly laughed while ripping your wrist away anger fading into pain, "I was never your Enemy, Crosshair... I waited for all of you... regardless of I whatever did to make that day happened," you paused to cover your eyes to keep anything from leaking and thankfully they didn't, "Days turned to into weeks and then weeks turned into months... so I'm sorry that I came back a little broken" your fist smacked against the ship creating a little dent and pain lit up your body, "I don't and will never blame you for what you tried to do. I probably would have done the same"

"You're going to leave, aren't you?"

You putt your hand on the dent focusing on the spot and pulled the dent out, "Isn't that what you want anyway?" you asked eyeing him and agonized expression, "its who I belong with."

"Are you coming in or not?" Tech called in over coms, privately eaves dropping on the conversation feeling more guilty about his hand in all of it and how much of a mess he made.

"Yes-" Crosshair hissed, he recomposed his snark and general annoyance he headed into the ship.

When you walked in your found Echo waiting on the wall on your room, his back pressed into with his arms folded with a scowl on his face, "I was wondering if you were ever going to come aboard or if you were off getting another ship and to leave us without saying goodbye," he took a breath trying to get the scowl off his face, "Did I do something wrong? It's like you'll talk to anyone but me," finally letting out what was bugging him, "All I tried to say is I love you but you'll talk to the guy who wanted to kill you. Do I need to try doing that? Do I just need to give up? What do I need to do?"

Sometimes making amends is as simple as talking, "I- didn't know how to feel at first when you all arrived... I felt abandoned no one came for me and none of you tried getting through to me nor understand what I went thought.. I saw the faces all of you made, you guys would be better off without me."

"We have looked for you everyday, turned down mission after mission trying to bring you home we always got there moments to late when someone spotted you.. I've spend every night sleeping on your bedroom floor like some abandoned Loth-cat waiting for their owner to come home not knowing if they are ever would or wanted too."

"Echo-"

"And then we finally found you," he said prying himself off the wall, "and it was like we... I never mattered to you, whether you meant it or not you picked them since the moment you got back... I guess I'm asking if you're choosing them."

You unwrapped his arm put yourself in them leaning your head again his chest plate, "Echo-"

He reluctantly put his arms around you, "I guess if he makes you happier, I can live with that" squeezing both his arms and his jaw.

"Not about that-"

He pulled you into your room for the sliver or privacy that it offered "You mean about what happened Wolffe," he said emotionless, "Tech tried to cover you," a small broken laugh, "At least say goodbye when you leave this time, please," he begged squeezing tighter.

"Echo-" he finally noticed the tears streaming down your face quickly unbuckling his chest place and brought you into his chest, "Sorry when you said there wasn't anything left to say, I realized there was a lot to left to say. There's always a place for you here if you ever decide to come home. I love you."

Echo held her as she sobbed while their blacks were moisture absorbing there was only so much they could take. He felt more guilty about unloading everything he felt. I just... didn't want anything else to be left unsaid. He felt her squeeze tighter probably noticing the difference.

"I love you too.." hiccup "I'm so sorry Echo."

Echo pulled a way for a second grabbing one of the many towels Tech put under the bed and wipped away the snot from both her and his shirt. He moved her to the edge of the bed and made her sit down, he sat besides her quietly. She saw the little spot on the floor where Echo kept with pillow and blanket and managed to cry even harder.

"All that matters is that you're safe," he said putting his arms around her, "Can some one grab some hydration packages?" He asked into his coms.

Hunter was already standing outside the door wrinkling his nose with how salty the air was with some waiting to see if Echo needed them, "I gotcha," he replied walking in. He saw the mess that was her face, tear stained and a mess. Hunter darted his eyes at Echo who to busy to notice, "Maybe you could have waited until after the mission?" He offered gently placing the patches on the back of her hands.

"Waiting is what got us into this mess in the first place."

"General Kenobi has caught up, we still have a little bit before we get there," Hunter paused when Echo glared at him and knelt down to look at you, "I'm glad you're still in there . I hope if you do leave it'll at least be on good terms," he kissed your forehead before heading to the copilot chair to check on everyone else.

"What do you mean waiting got us into this mess?" You asked.

"We all need to talk," Echo said moving you into his lap and standing up with you in his arms, "We can now or later," he asked his tone lowering.

"I'm going to regret this... but now."

Echo managed to slide both of you out the door and carried you to to the pilot seats, "Do you want me to put you down?" He asked.

You shook your head, "Just tell me."

"Well this is can't get much worse in terms of timing," Tech said setting the ship into autopilot, "Crosshair-"

"I'm here," he said took his seat.

"Now you two, talk. Now," Echo said angrily sitting you up in his lap, both Hunter and him glaring.

"I- wanted to end things because I didn't want my personal feelings to interfere with the success of our missions nor let it cloud my judgement," Tech said trying to level his breathing, "In doing so with disastrous effect, both of my greatest fears came to pass. Everything that happened is essentially my fault," He admitted flatly.

"I knew he couldn't do it," is all that Crosshair said.

You bolted up, grabbed Tech by the collar dragged him up squinting at him watching him mildly squirm, "That is all you ever had to say ," dropping him, "I would have understood," you said crawling back into Echo's lap.

Echo rested his forehead against the side of your head, "I'm sorry."

"Anti-climactic." Crosshair stated, not wanting to be in this conversation.

"Don't blame yourself either Crosshair, my actions afterwards weren't your fault either."

"Who says I blame myself?"

"Are you really asking me how I know?" you said like it was obvious.

He scowled, "Maybe my regret is not killing you when I had the chance."

"Crosshair," Hunter stated.

He rolled his eyes and put another tooth pick in his mouth, "... Sorry."

Crosshair noticed everyone gawking at him, it been absolutely more insufferable to be around and even more hostile when she left. He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat pretending not to care about all of the eyes on him waiting for someone else to speak. He still did not know if she was friend or foe, but he did miss her and realize how wrong his was in all of this. He looked up through his lashes to watch her put against Echo's neck, a twinge of jealousy but couldn't blame her because this conversation was uncomfortable.

"I- am truly sorry, Reaper," Tech said fiddling with his glasses, "but do not feel like you can not stay on the accounts of Crosshair and I's actions. Everyone has worked tirelessly trying to bring you back."

"You can say that again, I'm sick of Tech hogging the bathroom cause he's drank to much," Wrecker said pouting.

Tech covered his face in hopes of keeping the embarrassment off his features to little to no success, "Shut up."

"He literally cried," Crosshair said knowing it would stand out, "He took it the hardest to bring you home," then every looked at Tech with concern they all knew he mustered through a lot of injuries without a single compliant.

"And failed for the most part-" Tech pointed out.

"You did the best with the information you had," Hunter added.

"It was something I should have so obviously noticed, it was not my best."

"It was you who got the information from-" Wrecker started say before Hunter covered his mouth, "Don't finish that sentence."

"Let's just say he stooped lower then a weequay trying to get you home," Echo whispered repulsed.

Tech turned around groaning and rested his head against the back of the chest, taking off his googles trying to get the memories out of under his eyelids.

"It was pathetic," Crosshair chuckled.

"That's the Quacta calling the stifling slimy, do I need to bring up what happened on-" Tech stated.

"Shut up."

"None of us abandoned you, we don't leave our own behind. We were coming for you, it just happened to take longer then we thought it would," Hunter said resting a hand on your knee, "We didn't understand because were made to withstand anything this war can throw at us."

Crosshair watched her break out in hysterics again. He watched Hunter and Echo try to comfort her no effect. He groaned, "Hand her over," he grunted bending over and grabbing her before they said anything also grabbed Tech who scrambled for his googles, "We're going to be busy," Crosshair growled dragging them both back to her room and bolting the door. He shoved them towards the bed and he plopped down in front of the door. "Fix it, I don't care how," putting a new toothpick in his mouth.

"She's crying-."

"Did you understand when I said I don't care how," Crosshair said crossing his arms over his chest, gnawing harder on the toothpick. He was aware of the suffering they both endured, the path of rage and the path of self destruction Crosshair was far to familiar with both.

Tech opened and closed his mouth once again frozen in what to say, he adjusted his googles trying to think. He adjusted her on the bed to where he face her spine and he could sit on the edge of the bed comfortably. He unclipped the armor placing it next to them and pulled the her blacks up to where he remembered his helmet tattoo was and flickered the light on his googles to see it was still there. To his surprise it still was. He rested his forehead against it wrapping around his arms around her noticing how still she went but still shaking.

"With my expansive vocabulary, I still can not find the precise words to articulate how this makes me feel nor how it makes me feel that you didn't cover it," he said bringing his lips to the tattoo pressing into it, waiting a second to see if she had reaction before he pressed harder into it knowing it would leave a mark He watched her lean forward and put her head between legs. He looked over at Crosshair who shook his head not wanting to be apart of it. He put his hand on her shoulder but she was silent. His leg started bouncing trying to figure out how to phrase what was going on in his head "Reaper, the actions of Crosshair and I took were not originally aimed to cause you any distress during the transition. Crosshair has always been... severe and unsociable het he's always been reliable, I needed help he was unaccustomed to giving. He did the only thing he knows how too. His words did not match what he truly meant. It is true I have always been the intelligent and logical one but you were not a variable that I was able to solve for thus rendering what I know to do ineffective therefor jeopardizing this squad but when you left... I realized how important of a variable you became that I was the one who jeopardized this squad instead." He pulled her blacks back down and put the back plate back on.

Crosshair glared at him for being dragged into it but watched you bring your head up from in between your legs and rested it on your knees instead and stifled his annoyance. It took a couple minutes but you finally stopped shaking and heard Crosshair move to his feet, "I'll get some more water and a patch." He took himself to grab a cold canteen, a small patch and warmed up a towel.

"How's it going in there?" Echo asked.

"As anticipated."

"Did she hurt him," Wrecker asked looking at the patch and towel.

"No one’s hurt yet." Crosshair said grabbing the towel, he closed the door behind again and handed the water, towel and patch to Tech before retaking his place at the base of the door.

You heard Tech stand up and hunch over you, folded up the warm towel and used it to cover your eyes and put the patch on the back of your neck. He gently tilted back your head and brought the canteen to your lips encouraging you get part of it down. You pulled back after couple good pulls of it. You heard him screw the cap back on and sit back on the edge of the bed.

"Anything else?" Crosshair asked, eyeing his brother knowing what he needed to say.

"Can we have a-" Crosshair was already standing up, "I'll be on the other side."

"What was Count Dooku's present?" Tech interjected.

"An coms device and a map," you admitted, "I assume in case I ever wanted to go back and no I haven't thought about it."

"Reaper-"

"What did they mean Echo said you've been stooped lower then a weequy".

"I have been attempting to control my guilt and remorse with out of character behaviors, drinking, spice, pod racing, a little of this and a little of that."

"Tech-"

"When days turned into weeks and the reports of a new apprentice came out... I knew. I equally blamed myself for the atrocities and now even more so overlooking the obvious frequency code."

"My atrocities were not your fault," you admitted taking the towel off but still not looking at him, "I was ready let the galaxy burn with me."

Tech wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her back towards him, "I would have chosen to burn along side you," sliding her against his hip, "Just say it," he heard Crosshair say from the other side of the door, his footsteps receding away. Tech's jaw tightened at the interruption, "While I have the emotional intelligence of a tin bin... I-" his voice froze, the emotion short circuiting his brain, "If I had to try to articulate my feelings it's something one could quantify-" another exasperated breath, "I love you," he finally forced out. He sat there slightly frozen wishing he had a drink for the silence that followed, "but... if you feel like you belong else where, I would understand more then most."

You were silent, overloaded and exhausted. Everything you wanted to say was frozen on on the tip of your tongue. You let you head lead back to touch his shoulder, letting one arm move to cover his and making his fingers spread to hold your own between them. It seemed to be answer enough because you heard him start breathing regularly again.

"Eaves dropping?" Echo asked Hunter who was slightly smiling.

"Curiosity killed the Loth," he chuckled.

"Anything good?" Wrecker asked.

"I think they'll be fine, they just need time. Which I'm going to buy some more."

"Good, I'm sick of having scrape him up from every canteen floor," Echo said folding his arms.

"Or taking apart everything he brings aboard," Crosshair mumbled plopping himself down in a chair.

"Did you two patch things up?" Wrecker poked.

"I'm not the one who's been self medicating. He needs it the most. Now leave me alone I need a nap," he said taking the tooth pick of his mouth and tucking in at the top of his armor for when he woke up.

"Thank you, Crosshair," Hunter said as Crosshair closed his eyes and softly snored.

Tech looked at you from the corner of his eye while you looked through your lashes at him, the same relieved yet still pained expression. He pulled you closer, mildly squishing your ribs but you didn't mind. "Who were you mourning before the battle?" He asked not being able to stand the silence.

"Life."

"And the new tattoo?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Your free hand moved to your thighs and up your sides, "It may be best if you don't know."

"I need too given, how it was applied to your skin."

"I assumed my song was over."

"I can not say I am sorry enough."

"I love you too," you finally said lighten the dark then the conversation was going. You turned, joining him at the end of the bed keeping his arm around you with your free hand you pulled down the collar of his blacks and brought your mouth to his neck causing him to go completed rigid. You placed a tiny mark on him before fixing the collar. You laughed taping the spot on his back where he put on on you and he relaxed.

"I am not one with words, I'm sorry if the action was-"

"It was fine."

"How could you still love me after what I did?" He asked regretting it instantly.

"How could you still love me after what I did?" You asked back you knowing both of you weren't angels.

He flipped you into his lap before you could blink, "Will you... stay here?" He asked fiddling with his googles. He grabbed your chin and tilted it towards his, horrified at the outburst and barely breathing, "Please."

"Do you know what you want this time...?" You asked, your heart racing leaning towards his mouth.

"Yes," he said bridging the gap.

His mouth was patient waiting to see if you would pull away before deepening the kiss. You felt Tech's tongue press again your lips, politely asking for permission before entering slightly opening your lips to him. His tongue glided against yours, he couldn't help the small noise that escaped him. He pulled his tongue back to kiss you and work his way back down your throat sucking on it. Your heart felt like it was going to explode the lower he went, a moan of his name slipped out and he suckled on your harder neck while his hand made quick work of your armor letting it fall on the floor as a sound warning to everyone else what was going on.

He pulled off your shirt and went back to kissing your body kissing every inch of your chest before moving you into the bed to pull your pants and work his mouth down both legs before moving to the center. Tech moaned as you arched into his mouth. You tried to reach down to try to take his goggles again, but he caught your hand lightly bitting your wrist which sent a shiver up your arm, "next time," he mumbled before moving his mouth back to the flooded warmth that he coaxed out. He quickly took took off his gloves letting his index and middle finger trail up from your ankle towards the glistening opening he wanted to satisfy. He ran his tongue in quick circling mimicking how you took care of yourself the first time. When he finally felt your thighs twitching agains his head he inserted his fingers. He pulled back watch hopefully he had interrupted you so he could watch his fingers move and how you squirmed around him. He saw you biting on your finger and how tight you held your eyes shut trying to be quiet. He put his mouth back on your clit and continued until you pushed out his fingers. "Tech..." He smiled before licking up the delicious mess he made and then his fingers, "Tech..." he looked up smiling more at the half opened eyed lustful expression you were giving him "Yes?" He replied.

"We should be there soon," you said trying to sit up trying to distract your loud mind.

"You forget the six to eight hour mandatory quarantine, given the small detour made Hunter seemed to make. We most likely arrived after General Kenobi I'm leaning towards the latter," Tech pushing you back down, silencing anymore interruptions with heavy kisses.

You pulled on his shirt, he quickly removed it leaving his upper torso exposed. He brought his chest down to touch yours together, he pulled back from kissing to rest his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath and enjoy the shudder the contact gave him, "Touch Starvation," he offered before you could ask, "Your body produces cortisol due to stress and there has been a lot of stress to say the least, physical touch is necessary for optimal oxytocin production levels-" he started explaining but when you ran your hands around him and started kissing his throat.

"What were you saying?" You murmured before grabbing a spot harder and pulling on it.

"Kark.." He moaned dropping to his knees between your legs, "Oxytocin... mmm... is produced by the hypothalamus and released into the blood stream via the pituitary gland... mmm... it's plays a role in sexual arousal, trust and romantic attachments along pain and stress relief-" he quickly closed his mouth when you let your teeth graze the next spot to make it darker, "Fark."

You watched him go rigid and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment before letting a long shaky breath, "Tech... did you...?" you asked adoringly confused.

"Almost, but no," he confessed trying to control the sensation.

Your hands trailed down to his jeans, "Let's take care of you," undoing the button and pulling the zipper down.

He had a conflicted expression on his face look down where your hands were pulling his pants and under garments down but didn't say anything, "What is it?" You whispered not understanding what the look at his face was about.

"I-" he took a breath, "attempted to have relations at one point recently but I could not preform the task. I am more then stimulated just making you content... I am sorry," he said moving backward but you pulled him back.

"Please," he gave it a moments thought before nodding but still apprehensive.

He finished taking off his pants, and laid on top of you laying his cock on your pelvis kissing you. You grabbed his hips and pulled him down, coaxing him that it was alright. His breathing went hitched when he slide himself in, he laid there holding himself before gently and very slowly thrusting. He brought his hand to your face, holding it letting your hips slide against one another.

You started at him, pleasure and pain on his face, "You don't have to be gentle if that's what bugging you," you said trying to spread your legs more but his other hand went to your thigh and bought it to rest against his.

"I want to do it right this time," he said, "to show you that I...-"

"Please."

The grip on your leg got tighter and between your legs started fluttering, he started moving a little more. You brought your fingers to his hair playing with it noticing his low moans change to a louder volume. You clamped down on him, "Tech."

"Reaper," he panted letting your neck go, feeling his body go numb with an euphoric rush. He flexed into you, his muscles rubbing into you which caused you to arch back shoving your pelvis harder into his, "Fark," he panted. A thin line of sweat trailed down his happy trail and at his temples. He gently pulled himself out, over stimulation making him feel sick.

He laid on his side leaning on his elbow staring at  you, "Over stimulation," he said raspy.

You turned on your elbow to look back at him letting your available hand go to his abdomen causing him to flex and shake for a couple moments, letting it rest there, "Are you okay?."

"I'll be fine, I just.. need a few moments."

You watched him reach up and take off his googles to rub the inner corners of his eyes. Your heart fluttered and a lower pulse started, "You're so handsome without your goggles.." you said shamelessly staring.

The sound of your voice pulled him out of his sensations and thoughts back to the present. He hand brushed his hair back putting his goggles back on much to your vocal complaints. He put his hand against the hand on his chest, "More handsome would have been the correct statement," he said with a small chuckle.

You put your elbow down laid your head on your arm, "Do you think part of the overstimulation came from wearing your googles?"

"I did not think of that, but it is plausible."

"Do you plan for this to happen?" You asked curiously.

"Not in the slightest nor was Hunter taking a detour, although I should go ask why," he said getting up putting only his jeans on not bother to put anything else on before leaving, his mind was to busy trying to get the shaking and sick feeling to quit to care.

They started at him when he entered, Wrecker broke out hollering, "I think you forgot a couple things."

"All of my privates places are covered, it's fine. Why did we take the detour?" He asked going wide eyed realizing his level of undressed and the disarray of his neck before turning his attention back his squad.

Hunter chuckled, "You should probably get back to the reason. It's good to have you back, Tech," He said switching to being serious, "I hope she fixes what broke in you," he added turning his chair back around.

Wrecker slapped his back when he turned around to leave, "Glad to have you back to normal."

"Tech, you better get back in there or I will," Crosshair growled opening one eye.

"I'll put Bacta gel stock pile on the list of supplies to get when we're done with this assignment," he huffed walking back, his back stinging wondering if that was going to leave a handprint.

You slipped one finger into yourself noticing just that caused it spill over, feeling how much his load was you let a delicious moan. You felt your nipples erect feeling tender. Tech walked in and handed you a towel watching it drip down, embarrassed you removed the finger and grabbed the towel and dried off your finger and the wet spot under you.

"Did I interrupt something?" He inquired curiously, inserting his own finger instead. He watch your breath hitch and your body arch up, he twirled the finger causing more to drip out causing a small orgasm, "Interesting," he said removing it, wiping it off and taking his pants back off and got back into bed.

"It's just stupid girl stuff," you said trying to hide the filth in your mind.

"Indulge me," he said putting his hand on covering the opening.

"Hunter said something while him and I were... preoccupied something like the scent not changing means being a biological match or... I was just curious if we were too."

"Our fornication does not lead to procreation. Does being a biological match matter? Or is it a 'kink'?" he asked curiously.

"I it's hot," you said with a tiny shrug, a finger motioning him to come here.

Tech moved putting himself between your legs, demeanor changing from regular intellectual to back to physical yearning. He rested his head on your chest, his goggles lightly dug into you but it was the last thing on your mind. You wrapped your legs around his hips with a small audible 'mmm'. He pulled himself up his elbow and stared at you, observing every muscle, crease and pore that made you look so unique to him. You watched him adjust his goggles.

"So Mr. Touch-starved," you giggled, "how are you feeling?"

"My back still stings," he muttered pulling himself up, "I am however feeling up to the task assuming the offer still stands," he said nervously again adjusting his googles revealing his half lengthen cock.

"If you want too-" you started as he took your bosom into mouth, lightly pulling on it with his mouth and his hand caressing the other one.

"I use to assume that I was above such primitive behavior," he said letting his tongue flick over the spot, "apparently I am not even with my exceptional mind," he said with a small smile.

"You can be both. The first thing I noticed about you was that big brain of yours, it's pretty attractive."

He took your hand in his and rested it above your head, letting his other hand trail your body while carefully aligning himself for entry. Tech gently thrusted himself in, his internal core spasming at the contact. He placed his hand under your knee being your leg up to his side and brought your hips down putting you in that perfectly position that his cock could rub against the squish spot of nerves. He leaned down kissing you, stroking with every kiss. Tech was gentle holding himself back to let himself enjoy the sensation, the stimulation like electricity carrying itself through his body. The feeling was drowning out everything along with his ability to control his breathing so he rested his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath.

Your face was on fire, burning bright red and every inch aching, "What do you want to do right this time?" You managed to get out.

Tech went even painstakingly slower, "That I do want you," he paused to take himself all the way out before gliding himself all the way back in, "outside of scientific curiosity," he said pulling himself out again and slamming back in harder this time, "I am not the best at verbally conveying my thoughts or feelings," he smiled going harder and dropped his voice to a lustful whisper, "however I am more than capable of providing you a demonstration." Tech lost of sense of time, edging both of you speeding up and slowing down, doing his best to demonstrate what love making is vs just the carnal urge for pleasure and procreation.

Your hips moved in rhythm with his thrust, his hips rolling against yours perfectly like crashing waves. Your fingers curled into his hair, your heart rate spiking and a mild sweat breaking out all over. Every inch of you yearned for him to send you over the edge. Your eyes lulled shut for a moment and your head started getting dizzy, "I need to-," he picked up the paced removing his arm from your leg and brought his thumb to your clit gently stroking it. Your fingered curled harder taking some of his hair into the ball of your fist with a lustful moan, you looked at him and saw he needed to cum just as bad as you did. Shakily you removed your hair from his hair and stroked the marks on his throat, your name came out laced in desperation. You grabbed the side of his throat and pressed your thumb into one of the marks and he adjusted your hips just barely widening them so he could speed up so his cock could hit the spot harder. It causes his cock to go deeper then he meant too causing something feral in him realizing he was bottomed out against your cervix and how deep his was about to empty himself.

You could barely breathe, each breath quick and shallow. The orgasm finally hit, the spasm ripping through your body and your walls gulping up his seed desperate for every drop. The intensity causing both of your moans to turn into near screams as you dug into him and legs holding him in place, his cock spewing even a larger volume into you. Both of you could barely see but you didn't break eye contact for a moment. You could feel it seeping down, the sensation causing another small convulsion and feel that both of your pelvis's were soaked. A few tears fell from your eyes from the pleasure, shakily intensely he managed to wipe them and ripped off his goggles to show the pleasure had also caused a couple to escape from him. You pulled his face down, licking them.

"Farkkk," he said shakily pressing his cock harder into you feeling a couple more drops come out, "I think we're a biological match," Tech's voice was barely more then a shaky whisper.

You laid there with him locked between your legs until both of you finally stopped shaking and he went soft. Your both of your bodies ached all over but on clouds of mind numbing ecstasy. He gently put the towel between your legs and curled up next to you, both warm and frozen to the touch.

"I love you," you whispered kissing the arm he wrapped around you.

"I love you too," he whispered sticking his face in your neck.

[elysiadjarin]

Sword and Shield 11

Tags: Bad Batch x reader (you), fem!coded, poly!relationship, multi-part series, nonhuman!reader, Echo later on

Part 10: Recover, Relive

Warnings: No significant warnings. Brief innuendos and mentions of sex, nothing specifically explicit.

Note: I am… so sorry y’all. I genuinely never meant to drop off the face of the planet, but between finishing my degree and moving a couple times and life in general the past two years, it’s been pretty insane. I still have a handful of chapters written for this fic, so I figured I’d at least upload what I do have for the sake of all you wonderful people who encouraged me so much with your feedback on it. Please, if anyone is still around to read it, enjoy!

11: Discoveries, Inquiries

You stared down at the edge of the overlarge T-shirt, playing with the hem of it. Legs tucked up to your chest, you huddled in the copilot's chair. Hunter had accepted your quiet company in the cockpit, and you'd gotten lost in reflection on how far you'd come since the day the 501st had taken you in.

But the shirt draping off of you had that soft, still-lingering scent on it that kept bringing back bitter-sweet memories. As you thought back to the previous owner of the shirt, the ache deep in your chest grew steadily, making your throat tighten.

You missed him. So much.

Reaching up, you pressed your palm against the tears burning in your eyes. Would he be happy to see you now? The way you had grown, had found a place where you fit, even others to care for and love and be loved by in return? Would he be proud of you? What would he say?

"Shiv?" Hunter turned toward you, clearly sensing your distress and tears. Concern furrowed his brow.

You shook your head, sniffling. "'M sorry," you whimpered. "I..." Your fingers bunched in your shirt.

Hunter leaned forward, gently placing a hand on your knee. He didn't say anything, but the Bond lit up with comfort and the willingness to listen.

"I miss him so much, Hunter," you cried, burying your face in your hands. "I know he's not coming back, but I-"

You hadn't cried for him in so long.

"Tell me," Hunter said quietly, his voice a soft husk of empathy. Everyone knew what it was like to lose someone. No one knew that better than the clones, who lost their brothers every day.

Your shoulders hitched as you swiped futilely at your streaming eyes. "I should have done more," you sobbed out. "I should have stayed, should have been faster. I know— I know he wouldn't w-want me to s-say that but I-" You shook with the misery.

"You did the best you could, Shiv. He knows you did."

You struggled to stop crying, hiccuping. "He did so much for me." The pain and the love poured out of you as you recalled everything. "When the 501st took me in— Kix was the first to show me kindness and patch me up," you recalled shakily, the shirt bunching in your fingers. "Fives— Fives was my first Vod, the first one to make me l-laugh, made me feel normal. But..."

Hunter patiently listened, eyes fixed on you.

You took in a shuddering breath. "I loved him," you admitted, your voice raw. You stared down at your hands, vision blurred. "CT-1409. The first one I truly trusted. He was so quiet and patient and kind to me. Protected me, made sure I was comfortable." You looked up at Hunter, seeing the faint surprise flicker through his eyes. "I never told him." Your lips trembled. "I still love him, so much." Reaching up, you pressed your hand against your chest.

"It doesn't change how much I love all of you, but... it still hurts, so much. He's gone, but I... I can't forget about him. I miss him." You reached out and grabbed Hunter's hand desperately. "Why does it hurt so much, still?"

Hunter reached out, pulling you into his lap. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "I'm sorry, Shiv," he said, voice hoarse as he shared your pain. "You loved him. I don't think that's something you easily forget." He pulled you into his chest, letting you cry into his shoulder as he rubbed your arm. "Was this his?" he asked softly, brushing against the sleeve of your T-shirt.

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks.

Hunter didn't say anything more, but his steady presence was enough to fill you with at least a little comfort that eased the raw ache in your chest. He understood, and for now... for now, that was enough. You'd never forget Echo, and maybe even never stop loving him.

But for now, the pain eased just a little.

~

You threw up your arms, letting out a little cry of happy satisfaction. The schematics glowed on the holoscreen, fully complete.

Wrecker and Tech looked up at you from their own places. Tech adjusted his glasses curiously, coming to observe the schematics.

"Whatcha got, Shiv?" Wrecker asked, approaching.

Thoroughly elated, you whirled around on bare feet and threw your arms around him. "I finally managed to figure out all the mods for your gloves, Wrecker!" you cheered, laughing in your triumph. "It was so hard to get them all sized and compatible, but I figured it out!"

Wrecker whooped, grabbing you and spinning you around. "Aw yeah, you're awesome, Shiv! When do I get to test them out?" he asked excitedly, face lighting up.

You laughed breathlessly, hands resting on his shoulders for balance as he set you back down. "Next mission," you promised. "And you get to have as much fun as you like with them so I can make sure they hold up."

"Yes!"

"These modifications look quite complicated," Tech said interestedly. He pointed at one of the mods on the screen. "Can you show me how they work?"

You reached up and pressed a quick peck to Wrecker's chin, then flitted back to Tech. Explaining the mods, you cheerfully chattered with Tech about your work and the process and knowledge required to make them all fit and work within the confines of the weapon body.

He nodded, absorbing the information and asking questions. Eventually you moved on to another project you'd been working on, trying to modify the other teammates' weapons to minimize recoil. The mods were tricky and dealt with a lot of fine details, so they were specific to each type of weapon.

Tech tilted his head. "Is all the effort really worth the result?" he asked, observing the schematics on the screen. "It seems like a lot of work for something rather small in comparison."

You pursed your lips thoughtfully. "Well, it may not seem like it, but the long-term benefits are actually a lot better than they seem," you explained. "Think about it. If you could significantly minimize the friction of recoil, what does that do for the weapon itself?"

Tech's eyebrows furrowed as he thought it over. "It would certainly cause less wear on the weapon over a longer period of time," he mused. "It might also reduce the damage to the body of the weapon from the force of recoil hitting some object. The internal friction would also be minimized, causing less heat damage."

"Which is good," you pointed out, "but it can also be argued that for a standard weapon, not considering a living weapon like me, those parts are easily replaced, especially during war time. So why bother? For me as a weapon, the benefits are that I work smoother and suffer less lasting damage over a longer period of time, improving my performance. But setting that aside, the main benefit to me is for the user."

Tech stroked his chin. "If there's less recoil, depending on the size and weight of the weapon it could put less strain on the user," he realized, nodding. "While the effects might not be as obvious for a vibroshiv or smaller blaster, an IWS or sniper rifle would be far more noticeable. It would conserve energy bracing against the recoil and probably even allow for smoother use and faster consecutive shots."

You smiled, tilting your head. "As a weapon, I'm always at the disadvantage," you said, looking at the schematics. "I'm always the one being used and abused in whatever situation. But the easier it is for my handler, the far easier it is for me as the weapon. If I can maximize efficiency for the user, it works out better for me, too."

Tech frowned, turning to you. "I've been meaning to ask you, Shiv. How does your weapon form even work? The injury you got on our first mission transferred to your physical body. But other smaller scuffs and scorch marks you've obtained since then seem to not affect you as much. How does it work?" he asked. He pulled up his chair, that familiar gleam in his eye as the recorder attached to his glasses blinked red.

Taking one glance at his expression, you resigned yourself to an extensive interrogation and sat down. Oh well. You might as well, right? You noticed Crosshair walk in with his rifle slung over his shoulder out of the corner of your eye.

Your face scrunched in thought. "Well... my body is a weapon," you started slowly, trying to put into words a more instinctual knowledge. "Umm, smaller injuries like you mentioned — scorch marks and scratches — do actually transfer to... this body." You tugged at your shirt. "But it's more like... the smaller it is, the easier it is to heal. My body does have an accelerated rate of regeneration and healing. Of course, it is definitely possible for me to lose limbs. But I can take and recover from a lot more damage than most biological, carbon-based forms."

"So the injury you received to your arm that time was just extensive enough that you couldn't heal quickly from it," Tech clarified.

You absently rubbed your arm. "Yes... well, sort of?" you corrected yourself. "In that particular case there were several factors that directly affected the injury," you explained. "The blast actually caught the flank of the device I was currently Shifted into, since I was more focused on responding to your commands to blast the doors open. In a normal weapon or device, it would have simply melted or destroyed that part of it. Since I'm a living weapon, it affected my biological tissues as well, on my arm. That injury actually completely destroyed about sixty percent of the cells in my arm. For most other beings, it would have required a skin graft of sorts to replace. In my case, I was able to regenerate it using biological information gathered from the surrounding intact cells. It also didn't reach my bone, which allowed for a quicker recovery."

You took in a deep breath. "And, um," you shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not at all blaming anyone. But it's simply fact that the level of Transference I have with someone affects my rate of healing." You grimaced. "Since it was our first mission, our connection wasn't... as strong or deep."

"Wait, so level of Transference has an effect on your rate of healing?" Tech broke in eagerly. "How? Do you somehow take genetic material from us?"

You raised your hands, laughing despite yourself. "No, no, not like that," you giggled. "It's a little harder to explain, but it's more like I can... draw on your energy?" You shrugged helplessly. "I can't entirely explain this. The best way I can describe it is that for me, it feels like the deeper the connection — kind of like, the more a handler... cares about me, I guess? — the more I can sort of... draw on them for the energy to pour into the healing process. It's almost like plugging into an external battery and rerouting that extra energy into healing. If I don't have that outside source, then it has to entirely come from within myself."

Tech quickly picked up on the metaphor. "So that's how you recovered so quickly from the wounds you got from fighting... the Guardian." He seemed to change his words at the last second, giving you a quick glance.

You just gave him a small smile, encouraging him to go on.

"You said yourself that the Bonds we've formed with you have deepened to the point that we're able to communicate directly to each other now without having to have you pass the message on. So if all four of us care about you, it means that you're able to draw on four sources of external energy, correct?" he continued.

You nodded, eyebrows furrowing. "Yes, essentially." Then you shuffled your feet a little. "And, well..." Biting your lip, you glanced to the side. "It... sort of does have to do with genetic material..."

You heard a choke, and turned to see Hunter standing in the doorway, fist against his chest. Crosshair chuckled, glancing up at you with amusement.

"It does?" Tech tilted his head at you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

You swallowed, heat spreading up your face. "Um..." you coughed, "well, you see, it's..." You buried your face into your hands. "Any sort of genetic material you give me I can process and use as extra energy..."

"Well now it makes sense where you're getting the stamina to keep up with four of us," Cross said dryly.

You squeaked, smacking your flushed cheeks, flustered. "Energies have flavors!" you blurted, realizing too late that it clarified nothing. "I mean-" You sighed as the others started laughing good-naturedly at you.

Giving them a pout, you crossed your arms defensively. "Let me finish!" you whined.

"I'm pretty sure we do, Shiv." Tech gave you a teasing smile.

You stared at him, mouth opening as you gaped. "Hey!" you spluttered, betrayed.

Wrecker snickered. "So what flavor am I, Shiv?"

"You've never even-"

You cut off Tech's impending comment hastily. "Energy from different sources do have a different 'flavor' in a... mental sense," you sighed, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes a little. "And yes, they do have different flavors if I obtain it that way. Technically," you sniffed, giving Tech a pointed look, "I could just ask to drink your blood, too."

Tech raised his hands. "Point taken, Shiv," he chuckled.

But you leaned forward, giving him a sickly sweet smile. "I love the way you taste, Tech," you breathed softly, trailing your fingers down your lips. "You're so sweet, with a perfect hint of salt," you purred, watching as his eyes widened. Your fingers trailed delicately down your neck, further down to the neckline of your shirt. "And the way you drip down my throat. I like the way it feels smearing across my skin." Your coy smile widened as you teasingly pulled your shirt a little lower.

You tilted your head at him. "So... don't you think it's only fair I get to see pretty red dripping down your throat, Tech?" you cooed, reaching out and touching the tips of your fingers to his collar, walking up to his neck. "Let me have a little taste? Walk around with you on my lips like the perfect lipstick?"

Tech's eyes had dilated, chest heaving and his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly at your words.

Despite yourself, you almost snickered. Did Tech have a bit of a blood kink, you wondered? But even as you said it, your mouth watered and you slowly licked your lips. Then you leaned back in your chair, breaking the tension.

"I've never actually tried drinking blood, though," you said thoughtfully, tilting your head back. You wondered what it would be like.

Hunter let out a low whistle. "I think you broke Tech, mesh'la," he chuckled.

You blinked, then looked back at poor Tech, who was clearly trying to scrape himself together. Biting your lip, you stifled your laughter.

"I'm sorry, Tech," you said, blowing him an apologetic kiss. "But you did deserve that."

He sighed. "I won't deny it." But his voice came out raspy.

"So what do I taste like, Shiv?" Wrecker insisted, hefting the poor GONK droid.

You pursed your lips, trying to put it into words. "Mmm..." Your eyes closed as you remembered Wrecker's energy pouring into you, fueling your recovery. "Thick. Strong. It's like... like a dish of perfectly blended spices, each one distinct but coming together in a unified harmony. It dominates everything else." You opened your eyes, giving him a sheepish smile. "That's the only way I know how to describe it."

"Huh, that's cool," Wrecker said with a nod, thinking about it.

"And me?" Hunter quirked a small smile.

You answered almost without thinking. "Sweet and sour." Then you gave him a slight, embarrassed smile. "It's constant, an even flavor like a piece of candy. It's... the flavor isn't even really what I like most about your energy," you admitted. "It's how stable it is. It's dependable and steady."

He nodded thoughtfully.

"What about Cross?" Wrecker piped up.

Your mind instantly went back to the night before, eyes growing unfocused. You could almost taste him just thinking about it. Your body could recall the dusky heat that spread through you, your mind and body putty as he wrapped demanding fingers around your throat, bruises mottling your hips-

"Bittersweet," you said, almost unconsciously. "Sugary ash. A powdered drug." The sensations kept flashing through your memory, bits and pieces of emotion and impressions. "Infrequent, but completely addictive... it leaves behind a thick, warm glow that fades slowly."

You shook yourself, reaching up to rub your eye.

"Well kriff, Cross. Sounds like you made an impression," Hunter remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"Jealous?" Cross retorted, though his tone had no bite and a satisfied light glinted in his eye.

"Back to the main point-" Tech had managed to recover. "What's the difference between receiving genetic material and just drawing on the Bonds?"

You wrinkled your nose. "The Bonds are usually already processed and specifically directed energy. When you focus on me through the Bonds, your thoughts are usually already projecting a specific purpose for the energy, like concern for my injuries that translates into healing energy. Or a need for extra power or quick reaction time, which converts into the extra burst of energy that I can direct to firepower." You gestured to the holotable, pointing to the schematics.

"Genetic material is raw," you finished with a shrug. "I can process it myself, whether for an immediate need or to store reserve energy."

"Is that how you've been keeping up with four of us?" Tech asked, eyebrows furrowing. "I had wondered about that, especially since it must be demanding on your body. I worried that you'd be exhausted."

Flushing, you gave him a nod. "Well, yes. I mean, I also feed off of the energy you're projecting over the Bonds as well, but the extra energy also helps me recover quickly. It also makes any bruises disappear more quickly. You don't have to worry too much about me," you said shyly. And it was true. It was another reason that Wrecker alone didn't leave you sore and staggering for days afterward.

Exhaustion came with the territory, but it was a self-fulfilling cycle of burning and receiving energy. Besides... the strength of their emotions also helped.

"Do our feelings directly affect yours, Shiv?" Hunter asked that time, stroking his chin. "I noticed that during certain moments, you seem to reflect our emotions."

You nodded. "Yes. I told Tech earlier: I'm always the one at someone else's mercy, as the living weapon. I can't... wield myself, so to speak. So whatever my handler projects on me or however they use me... well, affects me. I'm constantly attuned to your thoughts and emotions unless you purposely block me, especially during active Transference."

Hunter nodded. "Which is why it's hard to read Cross." He jerked a thumb at said sniper.

You nodded.

"That means you really are quite the slave to whoever is using you as a weapon," Tech remarked, frowning. "It essentially forces you to try to keep them happy in order to ease the burden on yourself."

You looked down at your hands. "Yes. It's why there aren't many of us left. It's too easy to abuse us to the point of extinction. Our lifespans are directly related to how well we're treated and taken care of, but... it's easier to use us than cherish us. I didn't think I'd live very long until the 501st found me," you admitted. "My childhood... if you can call it that... was sadly normal for my kind."

"If we ever find 'em, Shiv, you let us know," Wrecker growled, slamming his fist into his palm. "I'll blow 'em up."

You gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Wrecker. But you take good care of me, now. That's all I care about."

"It really is no wonder why the Kaminoans jumped at the opportunity to try to clone you," Hunter concluded darkly.

You shrugged. "I don't even know if they can."

"Hopefully, we'll never find out," Cross said lowly from his corner.

Personally, you hoped he was right.

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Old fic dump, turning into current ish fic dump. The fics that most folks found me through

What is Touch Between Friends series, AO3 link:

Rating: E

Pairing: Bad Batch poly, Crosstech focused in Mosaic, with a Huntech addition because my lovely co writer for most of the series @sergeantgoggles must captain her ship 🚢

Summary-

WiTBF: Echo wasn't stupid. People forget that when they're confronted with 501st ARC trooper crazy. But to be able to survive that crazy you have to be able to plan it and adapt on the fly. Which is why after a month Echo had figured out who was sleeping with who in the Batch. They were all sleeping with each other.

Mosaic: They've been on the run for months with out Crosshair when Tech gets a message. Crosshair wants Technician and he's willing the bargain.

Say it's Alright: It's been a while since Hunter and Tech have had a night to themselves. Hunter steps up to change that and to make sure they're still on the same page after the upheavals and readjusting of Crosshair leaving and returning to them.

Stickers: Crosshair and Tech's dynamic as Technician and Nexu continues, even with the added challenges of a child on board