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Those Who Fight Together - part four

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female continued story with The Bad Batch in 3rd person 🖤Smut with a Plot series🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Violence, Battle Wounds, PiV, Self pleasuring, Angsty Angst Crosshair,

Word Count: 6.5

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

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Tech looked at you doing nervously, aware if he's suppose to display manners or kiss you like regular people do before their about to they leave. He fiddled with his googles taking a small gulp, opening and closing his mouth. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing what to do, he turned to unlatch the door when he felt you against his back and your hands on his chest.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Nothing, just wanted too. I'll try to be quick."

Both of you walked out with a clear path, everyone was probably with Hunter waiting. You felt a pit start in your stomach, everyone's mind was loud and you could tell it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation when you got there. You held your head up high and your change of clothing under your arm as you walked your way into the bathroom. As much as a warm shower sounded the best thing in the Galaxy right now, you turned on the cold water to try to quiet your own distracting thoughts. You've been in a lot of compromising situations but this was definitely for the books. You took the soap, scrubbing every inch of your body but taking special care to scrub your lower bits a second time around just in case. You could feel the anger starting to boil over, starting it's count down until things broke lose. You hurried to dry yourself but your hair refused to, you kept your towel around your shoulders so if any let left over water would have something to drip on.

Crosshair leaned against the wall with his hairs crossed, "Are we seriously considering this?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

"Have the regs pick her up and go on our merry way towards the temple."

"I kinda enjoy having her around" Wrecker admitted, "plus when's the last time we had someone around who wasn't a reg?"

"We've never needed someone else around," Crosshair argued, "Why start now."

"We're the only GAR squad with out a Jedi, it would be beneficial to have one especially one who isn't like the rest," Echo chirped at him, logically still combing over the idea of having her stay with them.

"To add, her connection to the force would be beneficial to us out in the field and she's work outside the scope of the Jedi council so taboo matters wouldn't matter. She does have a plethora of knowledge that clone intelligence does not which would also benefit us," Tech chimed in.

"Plus it's just nice having a girl around," Wrecker added.

"I'm surprised the smell of your bunk hasn't kicked her off the ship."

"Hey it's not that bad!"

"Are we all in agreement then?" Hunter asked eyeing each of this brothers who gave a small nod except Crosshair.

"Fine," Crosshair said flipping up a toothpick and sticking it in his mouth, "but it's a bad idea."

"What's a bad idea?" You said stepping into the room.

"We want you to stay here," Wrecker said looking at everyone, "you would be very beneficial to the team," Wrecker said attempting to immaculate Tech who rolled his eyes and covered his face.

"Isn't me being here the problem?"

"What he was trying to convey is that we've come to almost unanimous decision that we want you to stay here with us permanently."

"Sith's hell, they want you to stay here to fuck all of us and be apart of this squad," Crosshair said switching out toothpicks.

"I—."

"Crudely putting it yes," Tech said standing up attempting to hide his nervous leg shake "It's rather late, I am going to turn in for the night."

"I didn't take you for the running away type."

"I am not, but given I've been awake since before the rest of you."

"You brought this up, you should be the one to see it through."

Tech jaw tighten and rubbed the side of his face, leave it to Crosshair to find his one embarrassing moment; "Yes it was my idea however if I remember correctly," he said raising his index finger, "which I do, just wanted to leave her on a nearby planet which seems hardly fair given it was us, namely yourself and Hunter, who put her in this position not the other way around."

"I haven't put her in any position unlike you," he flung the gnawed on toothpick at him.

"More than you'll ever do ," he said smacking away the toothpick midair, noticing the sound of aggravation and bitterness between him.

"At least Tech kisses better," you deliberately pointed at him, murderous rage boiling across his face.

"Thank you."

"Who says I was trying," sneer covered in his voice.

"Tech kissed her?" Wrecker said smacking his arm knocking him forward with a laugh, "Ha, I thought you were different."

"And screwed her."

"Really" he said smacking him again, "I thought you were like a reg and didn't feel that stuff."

"Just because I don't express myself, doesn't mean I can't. Also regs can," he said massaging his arm.

"It's getting late, I'm going to catch some sleep before first shift" Echo said standing up, "Try to keep them from killing each other," he whispered  walking by.

"No promises."

"Do you want to sleep on the proposition?" Tech asked.

"Actually I'm exhausted."

"I'll drop you off."

"I can-" he already picked you up before you could finish your sentence.

He was warm, so very warm, your eyes started fluttering shut. Wrecker attempted to set her down she didn't move. He checked to see if she was still breathing but heard a soft snore answer him. He squeezed himself down to fit both of them under the door frame and laid her down on the bed and pulled the blankets over her. Wrecker may play dumb alot but he understood a great deal more then he lead on but he didn't quite understand why his squad was fighting over her. She's pretty and likes to fight, what so bad about her like them? He shrugged to him, with a big yawn and left the room. He found Tech standing outside pacing.

"She's asleep, night Tech," he said walking off the the bunk.

"Pathetic," Crosshair mumbled out of the shadows heading towards the pilot seat.

As soon as he passed, Tech quietly entered your quarters trying to wake you. His fingers quickly disconnected the armor and carefully placed on the floor. He put himself under the covers and put his arm around her, trying to make up for not being able to earlier.

"Good night, Tech.." she mumbled curling more into his arm before going back to sleep.

"Good night, Reaper."

Crosshair played with the toothpick by gently gridding his teeth against it. He put his feet up on the dash and crossed his arms over his chest. He doesn't run from anything, why did he run from her? That mistake not only humiliated him, it made him feel like a coward and gave raise to doubt that he could outdo whatever Hunter and Tech did to her. He could hear her moans and it was the only thing in his head causing his mind to wander about the faces she made. He stuck his hand down his pants adjusting his pulsating cock so it lay in a more tolerable position, his breath hitching against the cold touch of his hand. He quickly withdrew it, he wanted to relieve himself but didn't want to have to clean up the mess.

Crosshair thought about Tech standing outside your door, hearing it side open and shut knowing he walked in. Anger boiled up, he already had her twice by the sounds of it did he really have to rub it in their faces.

"You can relax, from what he said about what he was reading apparently sleeping next to each other afterward helps the oxytocin form emotional attachments. Although I think he was looking for an excuse not to be snuck in a room with you" Hunter said taking the co pilot seat.

"Wouldn't blame him, I would have slept with one eye open too."

"Would you have really jettisoned her out the air lock on an inhabited planet?"

"You tell me."

"Crosshair, I know you and the rest of us don't see eye to eye on the matter but you don't have to be apart of it if you don't want too; go find a brothel on the next planet and work whatever it is out."

"Like you worked it out on her?" He scoffed.

"At least I act on it instead of being consumed by it. Just think out it, ya?" He stood up putting a hand of his brothers shoulders before leaving.

Crosshair sat in silence watching worlds go by, ships pass by but let his eyes wanders to the planets below trying to imagine what domestic life would be like and that thought disgusted him.   They were the best soldiers in the army destined to be even greater, the thought of not being a soldier made his stomach contents threaten to come up then he realized they wouldn't have too. She wasn't like the Jedi fighting for peace because he saw the same look in her eye that every soldier does. She fought because it was fun.

"Maraunder, this is WolfPack One do you come in? Over."

"What can we help you with?" Crosshair said turning on the holo to find General Plo and Commander Wolffe.

"Meet us at these coordinates, highest speed possible with the cargo on board."

"Yes sir."

Crosshair got up, realizing he was going to have to walk in on her next to Tech in who knows what state. While it had been hours since since she went to bed, maybe they had learned to be quiet. Crosshair didn't want to keep thinking about the position he could Tech in you. His still semi hard dick moved, agh, he let out walking into her room. She was soundlessly asleep her back pressed into Tech and her arms curled around his.

"Get up."

"Go away."

"General Plo is meeting us on a moon not far away."

Crosshair mused as that caused her to sit up, swinging each naked leg over the bed. His eyes trailed up her perfect legs to a simplistic grey underwear covering her. He noticed Tech staring him, unamused with a concerned glint in his eye, probably thinking he was a nerve burner. She noticed the stare down between the two and shooed Crosshair from the room.

You rushed through it your armor together putting on your boots, by the time you were Tech was already dressed and waiting by the door unaware if he should have left or if waiting was the correct decision. You were excited to see Master Plo and the boys. You practically skipped your way to the docking ramp.

"What do you think this is about?" Echo asked appearing at your side.

"Not a clue, hopefully it's something fun."

"Thrill junkie," Crosshair purred.

The ramp went down, you made sure you were the first off the ship to meet the battle going on around you. A small handful of troopers on the ground with even more droids littered the ground. You looked out to see Master Plo in the distance engaged with several Magnaguards.

Drawing your lightsaber "Lock up the ship, no one goes in. Protect the cargo," you said running head first in the droids both yellow ends of your saber twinkling against the destroyed droids.

Keeping the saber spinning you deflected shots flying towards you, making your way to Master Plo. You sliced any droid who was stupid enough to get close to you. Blaster fire screams in your ear drowning out everything while your vision tunnels to your object. Blast reflect off your custom Beskar, but one manages to break the plastoid that covered your shins. Your leg faulters and you slam down on your knee with a small crunch. You forced your leg back up, twisting your saber and disconnecting the ends.

"Alright who did that," you yelled at the droids around you.

They stopped shooting to scratch their heads and look at each other.

"Didn't you do it?" One droid said looking at the other.

"Oh I think I do," you disconnected the head from the droid, kicking it across the field before it hit the ground.

The droids started shooting again, you jumped landing behind two of them and disconnecting them. You continued bouncing your way to Master Plo while you assumed Crosshair picked off the droids flanking you.

"Master-" you start to say as blast rip through your left arm, leaving it sensational-less the lightsaber falling out of your hand and rolling away.  Another blast hitting your back, going cutting through your side

"REAPER," Wolffe shouted behind you, sliding towards the still light saber using it to level the approaching droids.

"Get her out of here!" Plo shouted at him.

"Sir-"

"Protect the Cargo on her ship, we will rendezvous back on Kamino. Go Commander!"

Wolffe switched off the saber, quickly tucking them on his side and tossing her on his back and running towards the ship. Wrecker met them half way tossing the rocks at the droids while Wolffe got her aboard the ship, shutting orders to abort. Tech flew to the pilot seat taking off.

"Stop looking down at me like that, that was fun," he heard her mutter.

"For krikes sake, you might be more of a a soldier then us clones," Wolffe said with a small laugh.

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair said looking down, seeing red.

"It's just an arm and maybe a rib."

"Mother of Kwath Reaper!" Wolffe said relaxing the anger in his voice, "If you go down who's suppose to outdrink the boys with me?" he said exhaling.

"Don't worry mesh'la, it'll take a whole lot more then some measly droids to take me down plus who needs both are," you joked trying to keep the pain from being shown.

"Here," Hunter said running over pain patches.

"I'm not going to even ask how you have these without a medic," Wolffe said ripping down your sleeve and sticking the patches on, "How long is it going to take to get to Kamino without being able to punch it?"

"Days," Hunter gritted out.

"Don't have that, do you think you could hold a shield around it for a couple moments?"

"It's to risky-"

"Vencuy, can you."

"Fine, bring me and the bomb to Tech, we'll have to do it at the same time."

"I got her, get the cargo," Hunter said scooping her up while Echo dashed to get it.

"Change of plans, she's going to try to hold the bomb in stasis while you get us to us Kamino.

"The probability of that working is slim, I do agree we need to need to get her to a tank with haste but that could kill all of us."

"Fine. General Plo, do you come in?"

"We've made it off the planet with heavy casualties, is the cargo safe?"

"Yes sir, I'm recommending a ship to ship extraction we can't use the hyperdrive with the bomb on board please advice."

"We'll bring you both onboard, stand by."

"I'm going to take a nap," you said letting your eyes close.

"I just dragged this thing here," Echo said rolling his eyes, backing out of the room with it.

"You care to explain what the nicknames were about?" Crosshair said staring down at him.

"I don't need to explain myself to you."

"I also want to know," Hunter said.

"When I was a shiny, we're trapped in an AT-TE for twenty six rotations together one thing lead to another... and ended. My loyalty to General Plo and to the republic had to come first."

"Like I said, she's been with every Reg" Crosshair tried to sulk off, a fist colliding with his face.

"Disrespect your commanding officer again and I will have you striped of rank."

"Calm down," Hunter said stepping between them, "You're going to work it out like I told you before we get to Kamino. Get her here there safely."

Wolffe scooper her up and took her to the awaiting ship, "put her down for a moment," General Plo said, before she even touched the floor he force lifted her and pulled her over.

Wolffe jumped across, happy to be away from the crew how definitely had some screws lose, "She'll be alright. She's strong, I can feel how heavy your worry is, we'll be there soon."

"Not soon enough," Wolffe mumbled standing up and grabbing the rail.

"Patience."

It's going to be a long day, Wolffe thought. Upon landing the ship a medical crew was waiting to transport her. Doing his best to not worry about his dearest friend he followed General Plo who stopped him, "Go see that she's taken care of."

"Yes sir," he replied heading towards the medical crew starting to hook her up to their machines.

He stayed within a reasonable pace to stay out of there way but to be able to hear the reports. Mild internal bleeding but he sigh when the head Kaminoan said she'll make a full recovery. Taking her off the tank he stayed outside the room, waiting. Obi and Cody came shortly after.

"General," he greeted with a nod.

"How is she?"

"Wanted a robotic arm but much to her disappointment she'll make a full recovery."

Obi scowled, "Both of my Padawans ended up theatrical, brilliant."

The dreams that kept you conscious in the tank were images of remote planets you've never seen before, dark clouds spreading across a darkening sky. A planet covered in clothes, random battle fields and buildings but never in perfect clarity and slightly distorted.

You awoke to Clone Force 99 and Obi standing around you, Obi not even trying to hide his annoyance. Hunter's face read concern, Tech's was soft, Echo's was relief and Wreckers showed excitement but you realized Crosshair wasn't around.

"Where's Snarky?" You asked sitting up with a yawn.

"He was ordered to attend to some personal matters, how do you feel?" Tech asked.

"Like I want to sleep."

"You've been sleeping for three days, how was that not enough?" Wrecker asked confused.

"It wasn't restful."

"Oh?" Obi cut in.

"Yeah saw a lot and understand none, lots of planets and darkness. Anyway, where's the Artifact?"

"One of your sisters picked it up before you got to Master Plo, he was coming to bring you back before the Separatist ambush."

"That's a relief anything worth it?"

"Haven't been able to translate it yet, I'm just glad you're okay."

"If a droid takes me out, don't bother burying me in a temple," you said laughing, "I am being serious though," you said laughing more.

You kicked your legs over the med bay bed and stood up, twisting your arm and shoulder checking every muscle and tendon. Everything seemed in order, then you pulled up your shirt to check your ribs. Not even a scar.

"Nice," you said dropping.

"I'm glad you find this amusing, may the force be with you," Obi said leaving.

"So when we're you going to say something about that Mandalorian armor? That was awesome" Wrecker said.

"There's many things you don't know about me."

"Ha, we got plenty of time if you've thought about sticking around."

"Warning you boys though, I am a walking magnet for trouble."

"So are we," Echo smiled.

"I'll talk to my sisters later, don't think they'll care we all do our own things most of the time anyway. Mind showing me around? Never actually been here before besides a quick landing."

"We have to stop at our room first, don't mind the dirty looks."

"Don't think I get any? I get plenty for being a Jedi and a soldier, what's a few more."

He was right, every trooper who saw us walk down the corridor turned their heads and even disgust when we turned into their bunk rooms "That could have gone way worse," Tech mumbled heading towards the table in the middle.

"The smell," Echo said coughing.

"Eh it's not that bad," I said strutting in, while it did smell bad many animals smelled worse, "not as bad as I was expecting."

"See" Wrecker said slugging his arm.

You realized it was your armor on the table that Tech was messing with, you walked over to find the damage that he was trying to repair. The armor was a lot more banged up then you remembered which was probably why everyone was standing around because you were probably hurt more then it looked.

"Damn, I got banged up," you said tracing your fingers over the blaster marks.

"They were shooting at you close range with very diluted Beskar what did you think was going to happen?" Tech said looking up.

"She sure got a lot of clankers though!" Wrecker said patting your back walking off to his bunk, "Just try to be more careful next time. You worried us,"

"Yeah I've outgrown the armor, haven't been able to stop and get it properly fixed."

"Where you mandalorian?" Hunter said slipping his arms around your waist kissing your neck then resting his chin on your shoulder.

"That's complicated, but you could say I was. I don't really remember it before the order took me in."

"You came from Concordia, the moon of Mandalore," Tech said not meaning it as a question.

"Yes, my parents were from Mandalore but didn't agree with the politics."

"We can go sometime to get your armor fixed" Echo offered.

"I don't remember the last time I was even there, but I'd like that," Hunter started kissing your neck a couple more times, "it'll be fun," he whispered.

"It's as good as it's going to get without being remade," Tech said setting down his tools, catching a glance at a distracted Hunter, "I'm going to go to the mess."

"I know I'm starving," Hunter whispered.

"Let's go get some real food, I've been out for days and you can't tell me that stuff is food."

"Better then rations," Echo agreed.

Hunter let go of you in defeat, "Go hold his hand or something, he hasn't slept," he said guiding you towards an already walking off Tech.

A rosy blush spread across your face and a smile pulled on your lips, "A little birdy told me you've been worried," you said slipping your fingers into his.

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" He said messing with his googles, "Yes I have, part of the blast clipped your spine."

"Please get some sleep tonight," you said noticing all of the dirty looks upon entry of the mess, Tech attempted to drop your head, "Let them look."

"I'm not sure if that is wise. The regs are very vocal about their displeasure about us."

"Oh they'll be sorry for saying something," Wrecker said with a knuckle crack.

You followed them through the self service line, noticing every set of eyes taking a peek at you. You all sat in between Hunter and Tech which was not probably not a good idea, they each had one hand on your thighs.

"Oh look the sad batch and their... prostitute. Bunch of defects."

Echo groaned and Wrecker stood up, but Crosshair beat them to it hitting the clone as hard as he could one handed with his lunch tray, "Ever speak to a Jedi like that again and I think being decommissioned is going to be the least of your problems," grinning with full smug.

"A Jedi- I am so incredibly sorry General," the trooper stood at attention saluting.

I stood up and walked over to him, walking a circle around him looking him up and down, "Your heart is full of hate and you think your brothers are lesser than you. Just because someone is different doesn't make them lesser. All clones are not just copies. You all are unique with your individual personalities, how you style yourself, accents, so what if they look different? You bleed the same blood and you are brothers in this war now go eat."

The trooper swallowed, "Yes Sir," he said putting his hand down and walking over to a table.

"Aww I wanted a fight," Wrecker said sitting down.

"Didn't expect you to be back so soon" Hunter asked between bites.

"It was an easy decision," he said sitting down with the bowl of soup he saved.

"How much did you have to pay her to deal with your attitude," Wrecker said laughing, "probably a lot."

I raised an eye brow at them but Crosshair and Hunter wouldn't look at me. I didn't press the matter, what or who Crosshair does in his free time is none of my business. Echo tried to make conversation with all of them but no one was really chatty anymore, so you talked with him to fill the silence.

"Do you have a fond memory of this place" I asked him.

"There was this Clone 99, he was wise and caring. He helped pull my squad together and helped us passed our last test. We would have failed without him... Kamino came under attack and he died protecting all of us."

"He wasn't like the other clones was he?"

"No he definitely wasn't but he was definitely a better person than half the troopers here."

"That's beautiful."

"Do you have a fond memory?"

"Obi took Anakin and I to this planet which was entirely a library, it's when I decided I wanted more myself," you stood up with your tray noticing the drop off area, "I'm going to go back and nap."

"I'll go with you," Echo said getting up with you, "I'm not excited for that storm to blow," he added once out of the mess.

"It's none of my business but what was that about anyway?"

"Crosshair is always been insufferable at times but it's been exceptionally worse since you arrived and even worser since Hunter and Tech did what the rest of us especially he wanted too. So he got ordered to go get it out of his system..."

It stung but it was for the best "Wrecker was right, probably a lot."

"You can take my bunk if you want," Echo said pointing the nicest kept one of the bunch, "I have adjustments to make any way," lifting his data port.

"Thank you," a yawn escaping you.

Sleep was the idea, but it didn't last long once the rest of the squad came back. You kept your back turned to them, still pretending to sleep.

"Did you have to hit him so hard with the tray?" Hunter said.

"He's lucky that's all I did."

"She's decided to stay with us," Tech said fiddling  with her armor, "the reason why is beyond me."

"Wait so you thought of it but didn't actually think it was an option?" Echo said in disbelief.

"We didn't have long to discuss it before she walked in and I wasn't the one who brought it up nor was I the one who put it so crudely, I didn't expect her to actually consider it after that."

"I'll wake her up," Hunter said waking over to you, "I know you're trying to sleep, but might as well get this over with," he said gently caressing your face.

"Do any of you actually sleep," you mumbled sitting up, you sat yourself up on the edge of the bunk, "Yes?"

Tech motioned for a seat next to him,  with mild reluctance of leaving the warm bunk you went and sat by him, "As I was going to ask before someone's had to chime in the other night, yes, most of us, want you to remain here with us. As you are aware you've caused varying reactions in this squad and we would like to attempt to see how it goes; unless you have reservations which would now be the time to voice those."

"It would help to know everyone else feels," you ask trying to reflect being the center of attention a little longer while you're trying to wake up.

"Well, I like ya. You're definitely different. Oh and you don't mind blowing this up, that's an important quality."

"It's incredibly hard to quantify a feeling I have yet to understand, yet I might with time understand it."

"I don't really know," Echo said awkward rubbing the back of his head, "ever since Skako I haven't really thought about romance or women, but I think I like you."

"I think you were personally made for me, in more ways then one and I definitely wouldn't mind have you watch my back in a fight,” after a long paused Hunter arched an eye at the silent squad member “Crosshair?"

"I don’t care, we all collectively find her hot what do feelings have to do about it?.”

“I know that’s a lie,” you said walking up to him letting yourself feel the emotions, “I won’t make you say them but I know you didn’t care of that personal matter,” you smiled at him, bold and cocky.

He stood up and eyed you down, trying to size you down. Crosshair didn’t like his emotions being known or even talking about them. His eyes squinted down at you, his breathing deepened and his heart picked up the pace. You stared up him trying to match his intensity. His backed down, sitting back down on bunk. Which got a lot of raised looking glaring at him. He kept thinking about there was nothing that he could give you that they couldn’t and probably better.

“Is that why you wiped your mouth because you feel like you’re not good enough?”

He shot up so fast, spinning you into the wall with a thud, “Shut it” he growled.

“Like you shut your mouth and walked out?” You said poking at him.

“Shut it,” he growled, his nostril flaring.

“I don’t think you took care of that personal probably,” you said flashing your eyes down and than back up at him.

He backed down and walked over to the ration box, grabbed a snack and munched on it staying on the other side of the room. Everyone was taken back what they witnessed, Crosshair had always been the most composed person besides Tech but seeing him back down was a first for all of them.

“I think he’s embarrassed,” Wrecker jested.

“Oh shut up Wrecker,” he said taking another bite of his bar.

“Crosshair, it’s an order. Go take care of it with literally anyone,” you walking towards the table, your heart hurting but it had to be done, you watched as he lowered the bar from his darkening face.

“Is that an order from our General.”

He realized he said our, realizing their was nothing he could do to push you away because Sith’s knew he tried but you still chose to stay no matter how moody he got. His jaw tighten, it normally it wouldn’t bother him to go find a beautiful girl but this time it was different it made him feel physically sick. Even thinking about it made his stomach turn. His eyes trailed to you trying to gage the depths of reaction, the pain you were obviously trying to hide. It made him feel worse. He quickly walked over to the table, pinning you with one arm and blocking you in.

Crosshair grabbed you by throat and starred at you, "Don’t you dare ever tell me to go after someone else. I'm going to take show you what screaming in bed is like.”

"That was perhaps something all of us didn't need to hear,” Tech said messing with his spanner.

"Then you might want to leave now," he hands ripped the front of your shirt in two, pressing his mouth into you and his finger nail digging into your breast, “kair’ta,” he groaned against your lips, he quickly ripped down your pants picking you up and setting you on the table with one hand unlatching his codpiece letting it fall to the ground.

He pulled both of your arms around his neck grabbing you by the underside of your thighs standing up and slammed himself into you without a single care that the other were barely out of the room. He was panting, not because he was tired but he felt the animal in him stirring and you were going to be his prey. Crosshair grabbed the side of your throat with his teeth, sucking hard on it leaving the mark under your ears.

“No more Regs, your ours and that’s it… That’s all the sharing I think I can do,” he said slowly his pace letting his voice trail off.

“Ours,” the words left your lips in a moan.

“Ours,” he growled burying his cock inside you, “I hope you’re ready to be busy for the next couple hours.”

“Hours?”

“Or all night I haven’t decided.”

Still pumping into you he took you over to his bunk, removing his wet for a moment so he could set you down on the mattress before climbing back on top of you. You let your heel trail down his long slender yet muscular legs. Crosshair wasn’t gentle in any of his touches especially when he put your arms above your head pinned them in place with one hand definitely bruising your wrist bringing the other hand to your mouth brushing your lips with his fingers. Each stroke deliberately following his thumb across your lips.

He could feel you pulsing and he stopped with a grin, “You don’t get to cum yet, not with out jealous you made me. Fucking Tech after I left, I was ready to kill him” he started slowly sheathing himself again.

“Why didn’t you come back?” You asked softly.

“Because I decided that you didn’t need me.”

“I thought you hated me,” sadness creeping in.

“Kair’ta,” he pleaded looking down, “we can talk about this later, for now just enjoy this,” he leading down with some gentle kissing before pulling back with a devilish grin.

He bit his own lip looking down at you taking in every perfect imperfection, before slamming his cock into you threatening to split you in two. His thick cock was heaven, he smiled at your blissful face taking it like a good girl. He was having fun edging you, a little to much to make fun, he let your wrist go to see what you would do with them. His cock pulsated inside of you as he watched your panted breathing quickened as you played with your played with your nipples.

“Crosshair, please,”

“I thought your moans were the most beautiful thing, it’s how you say my name,” he said with quick deliberate thrust, going harder with every moan, “I know you want too,” he cooed.

That was enough to make you come undone for him, loud and your insides clapped down on him making it harder for him to thrust but he didn’t stop. One hand clawing your breast and another on his armor, he was so hot in it. The death grip on him loosened and he was growling in your ear that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was so beautiful, deep brown eyes, smokey white hair, slender confidant figure he was yours, just yours, while you had to be shared he didn’t want anyone else; which was enough to make you cum again his dick.

“What was that for?” He smiled.

“We can talk about that later,” you said once your core untightened itself, “Are you ever going to cum?” You asked shyly.

“Do you want me too?” He smiled.

“Yes..”

“Then hold on,” he said pulling you partially off the bunk to where he could stand over you and watch every squirm you made under him, he grabbed your knees and shoved them wider apart tightening your entry.

He smiled when he came, pulling out letting his semen shot all over your chest. He knew where you wanted it but wanted to mark you with his scent. You let out a whiney moan as each hot drop touches your skin.

“You look beautiful as my Canvas, but I think you would look more beautiful with more and dripping out of you,” he said pushing his trying to soften cock back in.

After 2 more loads on you, he finally started filling you up. You were sore, bruised and half conscious. Every inch of you tingled.

“I think that the personal matter is almost satisfied for now,” he smiled at down at you, trying to get get one more out.

“Crosshair-“ you hiccuped.

“Yes?” He moaned, nearing the end.

“You’re really pretty,” you let out as a small hum.

When he pulled out of you he cock was still twitching but he had fun looking down at the mess of you, satisfied with his work. He looked down to see the mess of his armor, for a millisecond thought about leaving it there as a reminder but decided against it. He returned his back at you with his hands on his hips realizing there was no way he was getting you into the shower. He sighed finding a canteen with water and an old towel to wipe himself off and to at least try to scrub off most of you, even trying to scooping himself out of you so you were such a mess when you came off the pleasure wave you were on. He noticed the clock and saw it was early in the next rotation days and was smug about it. Although that meant every reg who passed by this morning heard it. He chuckled, at least no one interrupted.

He wrapped you in a blanket and let you sleep while he quickly headed to the shower and then to the mess. He found his brothers at the tables chatting away, everyone back to their regular selves. Crosshair sat down with a smug expression.

“By the look on your face you had a good night,”

Hunter said eyeing him.

“The mess needs stronger Caf,” he said sipping the drink.

“By the looks of it he didn’t sleep,” Tech interjected looking at the small eye bags forming, “it’s obvious.”

A smile tugged on his lips, “No sir, I did not.”

“Speaking of which, where is she?” Echo asked.

“Deliriously laying down, hopefully sleeping by now.”

“Delirious? What does that mean?” Wrecker asked.

“A disturbance in the mind usually due to intoxication causing incoherence of thought and speech, she more then like currently half conscious feeling an endorphin rush or asleep.”

“How are you doing doing Crosshair?” Hunter asked.

“Better.”

“Good- because everyone is talking about it,” he said tilting his head to side listening in.

“They’re just jealous,” Wrecker patted his arm.

“I’m going to go check on her, in case she needs to go to med bay,” Tech glared at Crosshair.

“He’s definitely jealous,” Crosshair chuckled.

[aynavaano]

The Cuddle pile

The Bad Batch x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.5k

Summary:

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

Notes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She’s not feeling well."

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

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

Grateful for the offer, you nod eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrecker smiles softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tech shakes his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be a good girl and come for me”

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

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

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

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

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

“Much better” you hum, kissing him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cyar’ika - darling/beloved

mesh’la - beautiful

riduur - wife

[originalcollectionartistry]

Can y’all help me find a fic?

I cannot for the life of me remember where I read it but I know it was on tumblr! It was a poly!batch (no clonecest) x female!reader.

Reader gets hit on at 79s by a reg and when she turns them down they call her the batch’s whore and instead of taking offense to that she plays along and it leads to sexy time for them all on the ship…

I’ve scoured my likes and reblogs but I can’t for the life of me remember it!

Help me out my fellow clone lovers 💜

EDIT: @marierg @dumbbitchjuicecubed thank you both for knowing what I was talking about and helping me find it!

The fic I was looking for was “In More Ways than One” by madame_moiselle on Ao3 or madameminor as they’re known on tumblr!

[mandos-mind-trick]

Close Call

Summary: Midnight’s seen a lot over the course of this war. She’s had her own close calls many times, she’s saved the others from close calls too. She’s tired of fighting, her mind and body finally beginning to burn out after months of almost non-stop missions. This one might be the grain of sand that breaks the bantha’s back. This might be the end for her.

Pairing: Echo x reader, also implied poly bad batch x reader

Warnings: Very intense in the beginning, violence, blood, injuries, brief gore (It’s very brief), so much angst, NSFW, smut, p in v sex, fingering, toys, language.

A/N: This one is a lot darker than the rest of the series. I really debated going this direction but I decided to explore it anyway. It's very long, the longest part in the series (so far) with a lot of foreshadowing and setting up the rest of the series.And yes, I made my own Jedi for this part.Also if anyone gets the reference I will literally send you cookies.

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“The goal of this mission is stealth. Get in and get the data without being seen.” General Coltil says. “That’s why the three of you will be going in alone.” 

Midnight tries not to look nervous, but she feels like she might be sick. She’s standing next to Echo, trying not to lean too close to him. She’d love to cling to him, seek any sort of comfort she can, but she knows that’s not an option. Not in front of a Jedi General. 

“Echo can get into the system and download the data directly. Midnight will be the failsafe. She’s the smallest and stealthiest of our group.” Hunter says. 

General Coltil nods. “My Padawan can assist with any resistance you find inside. Scouts have reported very little movement. It seems they may be operating on a skeleton crew. We must try and succeed without engaging directly, but we will be on standby if things don’t go according to plan.” 

“We’re ready, sir.” Commander Ghost says, approaching the General. “Everyone’s taken point.”

The General turns to Midnight and Echo. “Good luck.” 

They both salute him, Midnight trying hard not to let her fear show on her face. The General leaves them to their last minute checks, Midnight’s stomach doing somersaults. 

“You’ll be fine.” Hunter says, turning to her. Of course he could sense her anxiety. 

“This is a bad idea.” She says, looking up at him as he checks her armor one last time. “Why does it have to be me? I don’t know anything about Separatists systems.” 

“Tech will walk you through it if it comes to that. Plus, you’re small enough to fit in a standard ventilation shaft, should something go wrong.” Hunter says.

Midnight turns her gaze to Tech. “Is that why you had me crawl in there?” 

Tech adjusts his goggles. “One of the reasons, yes.” 

Midnight opens her mouth to protest, but thinks better of it and stays quiet. There was no getting out of this one. It should be easy, theoretically. In and out without being seen. She’d spent much time on Coruscant running around, trying not to be seen. This wasn’t much different, though she’s not sure if she prefers sneaking around droids or the things that lurked in the shadows of Coruscant’s underworld. 

Hunter squeezes her shoulder, his gaze intense as he stares at her. She knows he wants to say more, knows he wants to do more, but they can’t. They can’t give any hints that something was going on between them. Between any of them. 

“Take care of Echo in there, okay?” Hunter says, squeezing her shoulder one last time. 

Midnight nods, the lump in her throat blocking her from saying anything. How she wishes she would have, as she glances at the other four members of her squad one last time. Oh how she’d come to regret not saying anything else. 

*****

Hunter shifts on his feet nervously, fingers toying with the knife sheathed on his vambrace for the thousandth time. It had been close to an hour since he’d sent them off, since he’d watched Midnight and Echo disappear over the ridge they were hiding behind. 

He had trusted they could do this, but now as time stretches on, he wonders if they made the right decision. If they were discovered, the Separatists wouldn’t think twice in killing them both. It would be a mercy, compared to the other things that could happen to them. 

The thought still makes Hunter uneasy. Dying was a part of war. They had it ingrained in them that losing someone was expected, that they were going to lose fellow clones. Midnight’s not a clone, though. She’s so much more than that, and the thought of losing her makes him sick. The thought of losing any of his squad made his stomach ache. 

Wrecker is pacing as well, looking upset by the situation. He had been in agreement with Midnight and her doubts when Hunter had first briefed them on this mission. Tech is quietly tinkering, his own tell for his nerves about this. 

Crosshair is quiet, having taken point along the ridge with a few others of the 141st. They would be the first to alert them to the movements of the three sent into the base. Or, in the worst case, if something else happened. If something went wrong. 

“We’re inside.” Echo’s voice comes over the comms. 

Hunter breathes a quiet sigh of relief. They were still alive, at least. 

“Good.” General Coltil’s voice comes over the comms. “How many droids have you seen?” 

“Hardly any.” Midnight’s voice comes over the comms. “Maybe two at the front door. None since then.” 

Hunter’s brow furrows, something itching in the back of his mind at her words. It doesn't feel right, even for a skeleton crew. If a base housed such important data, he would think it would be crawling with droids and Separatist personnel. Of course, not being seen by any droids was the whole point of the mission. 

It makes him uneasy. 

“Uploading the data now.” Echo updates over the comms. 

The silence that follows makes Hunter’s skin prickle. Wrecker has stopped pacing and even Tech has stopped his tinkering. It feels like the entire planet is holding its breath. In a way it is, all of them waiting for some answer. The success of the trio, the confirmation in their safe exit, or the horrible news of their failure. 

“Echo!” 

Midnight’s frantic voice through the comms has his heart stopping. What’s happened? She sounds so scared. Maker, why had he sent her on this mission? Why didn’t he keep her close where he could watch her? It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Echo. It was the uncertainty of this mission that had him questioning everything. 

The entire 141st shifts uneasily. Something shifts in the bushes behind him, Hunter’s sensitive ears picking up on the sound. His hand lowers towards his blaster as the sound gets louder and louder. 

There’s lots of movement in the bushes around them. 

“It’s a trap!” Midnight’s voice has the entire battalion pausing, Hunter’s breath catching in his throat. “It’s a-” 

The silence after the cutoff rings loud, seconds before chaos erupts around them. 

“Commando droids!” 

****

Midnight startles awake, inhaling sharply. Her eyes dart around frantically, hands closing around the thin sheet. She jumps as a hand touches her shoulder, blinking to try and clear her vision as a face leans in close to her. 

“Easy, cyare.” The gruff voice begins to drag her out of her confused state, vision clearing to reveal a familiar tattooed face leaned in towards her. “You’re alright.” 

“Hunter?” She rasps out, wincing at the dryness of her throat. Hunter holds a cup to her lips, cool water hitting her tongue. She drinks greedily, soothing her dry throat. “W-Where...” She tries to speak, but she feels like her brain is moving in slow motion. 

“A med station.” Hunter answers, already guessing what her question was. “The 212th was called in for backup. They brought us here, with the other survivors.” 

She blinks at him. “Wh..what?” 

“Don’t worry, we’re all fine.” He says, leaning his arms on the side of the cot. “I can’t say the same for the 141st, though.” 

Memories slowly swirl back into her mind, tears brimming in her eyes. It had all gone wrong, all of it. Her hand presses against her chest, still feeling the phantom pain, the horrible pressure. She’d been so sure she was going to die. She had thought they all were going to die. 

“Echo?” She asks, trying to distract herself. She wants to reach out, wants to take his hand, but they’re not alone. 

“He’s getting checked over by the bio engineers.” Hunter says. “Making sure none of his cybernetics were damaged. Last I heard, though, he’ll be fine. Tech’s with him.” Hunter stares at her for a moment, dark eyes shining in the bright light of the room. “They’ll want to know what happened. I’ve already spoken to them, as did Commander Ghost, but they’ll want to speak to you too.” 

Midnight swallows thickly, tears sliding down her cheeks. She doesn't want to talk about it. She doesn’t want to remember. 

Hunter ignores the fact they’re not alone, ignores the possible repercussions if anyone saw, if anyone assumed anything, as he cups her cheek gently wiping her tears with his thumb. “I’ll be right beside you. Commander Cody will be there as well.” 

Midnight closes her eyes, leaning into his touch. She wasn’t scared of speaking to the Generals. What she had seen in the few times they’d been on missions partnered with the Jedi, they were all very understanding, patient, nice. She’s more afraid of having to relive it all again. 

“Night,” Hunter says, tracing her face with his thumb. “What happened in there?” 

*****A Few Hours Ago*****

It’s eerily quiet. 

It had been quiet since they first made it over the ridge. Crossing the barren expanse between the treeline and the base had been the most nerve wracking. There was little cover, and the risk of them being spotted was high. 

“You’re brave for doing this.” General Coltil’s Padawan, Zaid, says as they duck behind a rock. 

Midnight glances down at him. He’s young, no older than fifteen or sixteen. Just a child stuck in a war. Midnight doesn’t know much about Jedi, but it doesn’t seem right. Or maybe she just had a soft spot for kids that were forced to grow up too fast. “I’m not sure if brave is the right word for it. Crazy, maybe. I mean, I did voluntarily sign up for this.” 

“All clear.” Echo says, the three of them moving forward. 

Midnight can see the front entrance now, guarded by two droids. Something doesn’t feel right as they make their way around to the side of the base. Two droids to guard the entrance? Sure, it could have been a tactic, making the base seem like it’s not well guarded when there’s really an entire battalion inside. If that’s true, though, that was not going to spell good for them. 

Echo makes quick work of the grate, leading them into the garbage compactor. She’s not excited about having to wade through trash, but if it gets them inside faster, and the mission over with faster, then she’ll hold her complaints. 

They make their way across the massive heaps of garbage. Thankfully it’s all mostly metal, components of broken down droids and who knows what else. Tech would have had a field day, spouting off all the different things they were stepping on. 

The door on the other side opens to the lower levels. It was a matter of sneaking their way up three floors to where they’d find a control room to download what they needed. They had to do that without being seen, or at least without raising any alarms. 

It’s quiet as they make their way to the elevator. They slip inside, holding their breath as the doors close. 

“It’s too quiet.” Midnight says. “I don’t like this.” 

“She’s right.” Zaid says. “Something feels off.” 

“The quicker we can get the data, the better.” Echo says. 

The elevator slows to a stop, all three of them holding their breath as the doors open, half expecting to come face to face with droids. Yet, there’s nothing but an empty hallway in front of them. Echo peeks his head out, checking both ways before signaling them to move. 

“We’re inside.” Echo says into his comm as they pause at a corner. 

“Good.” General Coltil’s voice comes over the comms. “How many droids have you seen?” 

“Hardly any.” Midnight answers as they begin moving again. “Maybe two at the front door. None since then.” 

They pause at another corner, Echo checking for any droids. “The control room should be just up ahead.” 

“The sooner we can get out of here, the better.” Zaid says, having taken up the rear behind Midnight. 

They creep up the hallway, Echo locating the door they need. Echo uses his scomp arm to open it, Midnight scanning the room, finding it empty. Something nags at the back of her head as they enter, the door sliding closed behind them. 

“This feels too easy.” She says, looking around the room. 

“Uploading the data now.” Echo says, sticking his arm into the scomp link. 

Midnight steps closer to a panel on the wall, narrowing her eyes. It seems out of place. Too new for a place like this. Her hand drops to her blaster, fingers curling around the hilt. 

That’s when everything goes wrong. 

The sound of an electric pulse has her spinning around, Echo’s body jolting before going limp and falling onto the floor. 

“Echo!” She cries, rushing to his side. He’s out cold, Midnight terrified he’s dead. 

The panel she had been staring out slides up, battle droids filing out. Midnight begins firing, Zaid using his lightsaber to slice through them. 

“It’s a trap!” She yells over the comms. “It’s a trap!” The main door opens, more battle droids entering. Her suspicions had been correct. It had been too easy, on purpose. 

“We need to go.” Zaid says as they finish off the last of the droids. Alarms are sounding, the familiar clank of metal feet getting closer. 

Midnight heaves Echo’s body into a seated position, wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders. “Get yourself to safety.” She says to Zaid. “Use the vents. I can’t leave him behind.” She should. She’s not sure if he’s dead, but he is dead weight that neither of them could carry alone. 

Zaid debates the suggestion for a moment before slinging Echo’s other arm around his shoulders, both of them lifting him to his feet. They drag him between them, making their way back to the hallway. If they can get to the elevator, then they can get back down to the garbage compactor and find a way out before they’re swarmed by droids. 

Of course, that would work if there weren’t droids swarming the hallways. 

“Come on.” Zaid says, leading them in the opposite direction. 

They had all seen the layout of the base, spent time studying it. Of course now, with the adrenaline coursing through her system, Midnight can hardly tell up from down. She shoots droids with her left hand, the other trying to keep Echo steady as they drag him through the hallway. They might have been able to make it without him, but Midnight wasn’t going to leave him. Not again. 

“This way.” Zaid says, directing them down a hallway, blocking blaster bolts with his lightsaber. The weapon had intimidated Midnight a bit, but she’s glad to have someone capable of wielding one with her now. 

They make another turn, both of them stopping dead. Midnight’s blood runs cold, her pulse echoing in her ears. This is it. This is how she’s going to die. 

“Ah, how disappointing.” The modulated voice grates on her ears, spiking her fear higher. She adjusts the grip on her blaster, despite knowing it’s not going to help her. Not in this situation. 

“General Grievous.” Zaid says, adjusting his grip on his lightsaber. He turns to her, letting Echo’s arm slip from his shoulders. Midnight buckles a bit under the weight, but she forces herself to stay standing. “Get out of here.” 

“What?” Midnight stares in disbelief as the padawan steps closer to the cyborg. 

Midnight had learned about General Grievous during her training. She’d learned about all of the commanding officers in the Separatist forces. Despite her many missions with the boys, this is the first time Midnight has come face to face with one of the higher ranking members of the Separatists. 

Of course it would be the trained Jedi-killer. 

Midnight adjusts her grip on Echo, turning and firing at the droids coming at them from the back. She knows Zaid isn’t going to win this fight. Grievous with four lightsabers against his just one? She’s no expert in dueling with lightsabers, but her knowledge of fighting tells her the odds aren’t good. She can’t just leave him, but she knows it will be her death too, and Echo’s. 

She takes out the droids at their back, her eyes spotting something along the wall. A garbage chute. She forces her body forward, dragging Echo along the floor. She pries the cover off, letting it hit the floor with a clang. She pushes Echo, shoving him inside, watching him disappear down the chute. She just hopes it leads to where they’d come in, or somewhere close to it. 

She turns her head, catching the moment Grievous drives two of his lightsabers through Zaid’s chest. She’s yelling before she even realizes it, her heart clenching. He was just a boy. A boy who had given his life for them to escape. She should take it, she should jump into the chute while she still has a chance. 

Instead she draws her blaster, firing at Grievous. He blocks the shots easily, laughing at her. It only fuels her anger more, drawing her away from her once chance at escaping. 

“Foolish girl.” Grievous laughs, swiping at her with two of his lightsabers. 

Midnight ducks almost too late, managing to tuck and roll behind him. She fires at him, but it does little against him. She barely dodges another hit from the lightsabers, taking a hit from his arm instead. It sends her flying back into the wall, stunning her. 

So this is how she dies. Foolishly fighting an opponent that was far more than she could handle. Hunter would be disappointed in her. At least this way, she’d died doing everything she could. It was always a risk. She’d known that from the beginning. 

The air is forced from her lungs as Grievous’ foot comes down onto her chest. His clawed toes press into her skin, her hands trying to relieve some of the pressure, even though it’s no use. She desperately tries to take in a breath as the pressure intensifies, Grievous slowly adding more and more pressure. He was going to crush her to death. 

What an awful way to die. 

She stares up at those yellow eyes, refusing to look away. She wanted his face engrained in her memory before she died. The thing that finally killed her. He wouldn’t remember her. She was just another faceless casualty. 

His gaze leaves hers, drawn somewhere behind her. She hears the buzz of a lightsaber igniting through the intense pulsing in her ears. He’s going to kill her. The pressure is almost too much, her chest practically creaking at the strain. Her hand reaches to her side, fingers wrapping around the hilt of a knife. The one Hunter had given her. 

If she can get his foot off of her, all she has to do is roll to the side and pull herself into the chute. Her hand grips the knife, fingers finding a gap in his leg before she drives the knife into it. The cyborg lets out a cry, the pressure leaving her chest instantly. She inhales sharply for a second, adrenaline pumping as she drags herself into the chute, sliding headfirst away from the fight that was about to happen. 

She drops from the chute, landing on her back. It knocks the air from her again, her chest spasming painfully. Blood rushing into her throat, choking her. She can’t cough, her chest throbbing as she tries to breathe and tries to expel the blood blocking her airway. 

She pushes herself onto her side, finally forcing the blood up. It splatters across the metal garbage, painting the droid parts in red dots. It’s rather symbolic. The Republic should use that in their propaganda, she thinks. The truth of this war. The things no one saw unless they were in it. 

She digs the commlink out of her belt, lifting it with a shaky hand. “Hunter?” She asks, voice weak and hardly more than a rasp. 

Silence. 

She tries again, tears pricking her eyes. She’s not sure she can move. She knows she can’t carry Echo, not on her own, not in this state. 

There’s nothing but silence on the other end. She curses, throwing the comm in frustration. A quiet groan in the quiet of the garbage compactor has her perking up a bit. 

“Echo?” She breathes, voice hardly more than a squeak. Her chest feels heavy, every breath laborious. 

An answering groan has her pushing herself up to sit. The pain is almost blinding, but her desperation is stronger. Echo had rolled from the top of the pile when he’d fallen, landing in a valley between piles. Midnight slides down, coming to a stop right against him. Another groan leaves him, his flesh hand moving just slightly. 

He’s alive. 

Midnight breathes as much of a sigh of relief as she can, shaky hands digging through the pouches on his belt. She knows he has to have one. They all usually carried one, all except her. 

She nearly cries as her fingers wrap around the small tube. She pulls it from his pouch, sucking in a deep breath before injecting the stim shot into her neck. Immediately she feels the effects, the pain numbing to nothing. Her head clears, the shake in her hands subsiding. She feels energized, more than she had before they started this mission. 

“Come on.” She wraps an arm around Echo’s shoulders, pulling him to his feet. “I need you to help me. 

Slowly they begin making their way towards the exit. She knows it’s only a matter of time before droids break down the door and begin searching for them. She’d rather take a risk outside than die in a garbage compactor. She wants to die staring at the sky. 

She knows she’s dying. She can still taste blood, feel the drip of it sliding down her chin. Every breath is labored, even if she can’t feel the pain of it. She wasn’t going to let Echo die here either. He’d been through that once already. She’ll be damned if it happens again. 

Midnight gets them through the grate, forcing her way through with her blaster. She drags Echo through, collapsing to the side for a moment. She wishes she still had her comm. She might have been able to reach Hunter, or someone, now. Of course, if they had planned a trap inside, then there had to be one outside as well. They could be dead for all she knew. 

Midnight forces herself up, lifting Echo up as well. He’s come around a bit more, taking slow steps with her. She can feel the stim shot beginning to wear off as they make their way through the clearing. She doesn't care about stealth now. They were so far beyond that. 

Her knees buckle before she can reach the ridge, dropping her and Echo to the ground. She lays flat on her back, feeling the blood pooling once more in her mouth. At least she’d get her wish. At least she was going to die staring up at the sky. 

*****

Midnight fights the emotions welling in her chest as she finishes telling her side of the story. She feels comforted by Hunter’s presence beside her, even if she can’t seek comfort in him like she wants to. 

“It was a well-laid trap and we walked right into it.” Hunter says, thankfully drawing the attention away from her for a moment so she can collect herself. 

“Someone else must have laid it.” General Kenobi says. “It’s not Grievous’ style. We can’t even be sure there was useful data stored there to begin with.” 

“Echo did manage to get some data before the system was wiped.” Cody says. “It’s being analyzed now.” 

“You did well.” General Kenobi says, turning his attention back to Midnight. “Managing to survive something like that is impressive, and managing to save someone else along the way.” 

“But I couldn’t save everyone.” Midnight says, unable to get the image of Zaid with the lightsabers sticking through his back out of her mind. 

“Grievous has killed many well-trained, highly skilled Jedi. To survive an encounter with him is no small feat.” General Kenobi puts a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t feel guilty about something you couldn’t have prevented. You did good, even if it was all a trap.” 

Midnight feels herself relaxing, like a blanket of calm has been wrapped around her shoulders. She nods her head, General Kenobi giving her a small smile before leaving the room. 

“You had us worried for a moment.” Cody says, stepping up to her. “But I’m glad you’re alright. Get some rest, both of you, while you can. I don’t doubt you’ll be sent on another mission soon.” 

Midnight deflates a bit at his words. Of course they would be. It is all they’re good for. 

*******

The Marauder is quiet. It usually is after missions, but it’s usually an exhausted quiet. This is something else. Something different. 

Tech is in his usual place in the pilot’s seat, staring out into the blue of hyperspace. Wrecker is tucked in his bunk, Lula squeezed tight to his chest as he stares at the bunk above him. Even Crosshair is unusually still, glaring into a cup of caf in the hull. Echo’s in his own bunk, eyes closed but he’s not sleeping. 

Hunter is standing in front of Midnight’s door. 

They haven’t seen much of her since they landed at the medical station. 

Hunter had been terrified. The commando droids had come out of nowhere, and an entire battalion of droids had appeared from the base. He knew his squad could handle themselves, and they had the 141st backing them, but for all he had known, Midnight had been on her own inside. If there had been that many droids coming at them from outside, how many had been inside? 

He had sent her and Echo to their deaths. He had just known it. 

It had been General Coltil’s immediate distress call that had saved them in the end. The 212th had been one jump away and had arrived quickly, but not quickly enough to save them all. They had been greatly outnumbered, and with the element of surprise, the droid army had wiped out most of the 141st, including its general. 

In its aftermath, he had been scouring the plains between them and the base, looking for any sign of Midnight. The comms had gone dark, the signal blocked by the base until General Coltil and the troopers he’d taken in had shut off the jammers. 

Of course, none of them had come out. 

Hunter had paced restlessly, Crosshair watching the base carefully, looking for any sign of movement. He had been on edge, terrified by the thoughts running through his head. Midnight and Echo were gone. There was no way they had survived. 

Until Crosshair had alerted them to the figures slowly making their way across the plains. He had almost taken off running, and Cody had looked like he wanted to as well, but the 212th medics had been faster, using a landspeeder to reach them. 

He’ll never forget what he saw when they got back to the transport ships. Midnight was still conscious, her breaths were harsh gasps and rattling horribly. They had put a breath mask on her, and it was splattered with blood inside. 

She had said something to the medics before she’d been put under. Echo had been electrocuted by the scomp link. He was barely awake, but moving. Midnight had half carried him most of the way out of the base. He’d learn later she’d used his stim shot to make it. 

Hunter had stayed by her side as long as he could. He had wanted to hold her, to take her hand, to make sure she really was there, rules be damned. He knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t put them at risk like that. He couldn’t lose her so soon after almost losing her on the mission. 

Thankfully his concern had been taken as nothing more than concern for his squad-mate. Cody had been concerned as well, to the point he felt partially responsible. He had put her on the squad to begin with. Thankfully Cody had enough to worry about that he could distract himself. Hunter had been forced to sit and suffer through his thoughts. 

He had gone to see her as soon as he could, at the urging of his other squad mates. He was the most level-headed of them all, and was the least likely to betray his feelings, except maybe Crosshair. Crosshair showing concern for anyone would have raised too many questions. Tech had been more than willing to stay with Echo, letting his curiosity distract him from the worry about Midnight. 

Hunter had stayed by her side as she slept off the sedatives. She’d spent a few hours in a bacta tank, coming out mostly healed. It had been torture, sitting in the medical station, but he wasn’t going to leave Midnight to wake up by herself. Not after what had just happened. 

After she had been cleared by the medic and had told General Kenobi what had happened, she had briefly gone to see the rest of the squad before she’d left for the civilian bunks to rest. The rest of them had opted to bunk on the ship, preferable to bunking with the regs even if it was just for a night. 

The last time he’d seen Midnight had been when she’d boarded the ship as they were getting ready to leave. She had immediately shut herself in her room, and hadn’t come out since. She had slept for a while, Hunter listening to the quiet, even breaths. Far better than the horrible rattling gasps he’d heard. 

Then she’d cried. 

It was muffled, like she was trying to do it quietly, but he had heard. He may not have, if he hadn’t been paying attention, but he’d been focusing on her since they departed the medical station. Even though she had been completely cleared, he was still worried. Her injuries had been substantial. How she had managed to make it that far, and carry Echo, was astounding. Even with the stim shot, she shouldn’t have been standing. 

Now it was silent. No muffled cries, but she’s not asleep. He can tell by the rate of her breaths, the slightly faster beat of her heart. He can’t hear anything else. He wonders what she’s doing. 

“Are you going to talk to her, or just stand there and stare a hole through the door?” 

Hunter turns his head, frowning a bit at Crosshair. He wants to say something, but his mind is too frazzled. His shoulders fall, his gaze turning back to the door. “I don’t even know what to say.” 

Crosshair steps closer, putting a hand on his shoulder. “For someone with sharpened senses, you can be very dull. Sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all. She’ll tell you what she needs. You just have to pay attention.” 

Crosshair moves past him, heading for his bunk. Hunter watches him before sighing, looking back at the door. He had a point. Midnight did have a way of saying everything without uttering a word. Maybe he should listen instead of trying to talk. 

He presses the button to open the door, stepping inside. He had considered knocking, but he’s not sure she would have answered. She’s sitting on her bed, leaning against the wall. Her knees are pulled to her chest as she stares at the wall across from her. He makes his way over, sitting on the bed beside her. He doesn’t say anything, not wanting to jump into the wrong thing. Instead he sits with her in silence, wanting her to be the one to talk first. 

“I couldn’t save him.” She says, voice hoarse from crying. “I-I couldn’t do anything. He was just a kid!” She shakes her head, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I knew it didn’t feel right. I knew something was wrong. I should have pushed to turn back. We shouldn’t have continued.” 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Hunter says, wanting to reach out to her, but he’s not sure he should. “I shouldn’t have sent you in like that. Not with such a high risk.” 

She sniffles. “It’s our job though, right? We do the hard stuff no one else wants to.” She shakes her head. “All of those clones, General Coltil and Zaid, all dead because I didn’t say anything until it was too late.” 

“Hey,” Hunter reaches out, gently turning her face towards him. “I didn’t even know until it was too late. There was a lot that could have gone differently. We can’t change it, though. You did everything you could. Echo is still alive because of you. It may not mean much to the Republic, we might not mean much to the Republic, but it means a lot to us.” 

“I couldn’t leave him.” She says, looking at him with shining eyes. He can hear the rapid thump of her heart in her chest. He’s glad to hear it. “Not like that. If I hadn’t...” 

“Don’t.” Hunter cuts her off. “You don’t know that. I wouldn’t have left any of you. I wanted to go in there, track you down, get you out. I would have fought through the Republic and a droid army if I’d had to. Rules be damned. You’re worth far more than to leave behind like that.” 

“I couldn’t ask you to defect for me.” 

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not asking your permission.” Hunter moves his hand, cupping the back of her neck. “I’d do it in a heartbeat. We all would. We were all ready to.” He pulls her against his chest, letting her relax into him. He’s glad he removed his armor, letting her hear his own heartbeat. “I think you need a break.” 

“What?” She tries to pull away but he keeps her in place. 

“I’ve put you on leave for the next mission. You need to recover.” 

“I have recovered.” She says, pushing against his hand until he relents, letting her sit up. 

“Your body has,” Hunter keeps his arm around her, her hand still pressed against his chest. “But I don’t want you freezing in the middle of a battlefield.” He pulls her back into his chest. “I know you’re tired. I can tell. Every mission it’s getting harder and harder for you. I don’t know where we’re going yet, but I want you and Echo to sit the next one out.” 

“Is that an order?” She asks, tilting her head to stare up at him. 

“I can make it one.” He wraps his arm around her tighter. “I just don’t want something to happen to you after what you just went through.” 

Her hand fists into the fabric of his blacks, the saltiness of tears stinging his nose. “I know it’s supposed to be our job. I know it’s not supposed to get to us, but I can’t help it. He just...he died right in front of me. He was just a kid!” 

Hunter holds her tighter, trying his best to comfort her. “I know. It gets to all of us sometimes. Whatever you need, I’m right here. We all are.” 

She sniffles, tucking herself tighter against his chest. “Just...don’t leave. Not yet.” 

He leans down, kissing the top of her head. “Never.” 

********

“It will be a quick in and out, nothing more than a small insurrection.” Hunter says. “Nothing the four of us can’t handle.”

“Still...be careful.” Midnight says, leaning against the wall next to the bunks as they get ready. 

“We should be back in two days. If we’re not, you can send out a distress signal.” Hunter puts a hand on her shoulder. “Stay on the ship. Both of you.” 

Midnight nods, already knowing she can’t argue with him. Still, she worried a lot about them going off on their own. What if something did happen? It could happen so easily, so fast, she’d never know until it was too late. 

It made sense why Hunter wanted her staying behind for this mission. She can already feel the panic beginning to bubble. 

“Don’t worry about us, cyare.” Wrecker says, bending down so they’re face to face. “We’re tougher than we look.” 

Midnight smiles a bit, cupping his face. “I know. I still worry.” 

She leans in to kiss his cheek, but he turns at the last second so the kiss lands on his lips instead. 

“Cheater.” She murmurs as he pulls away, letting out a triumphant laugh. 

Midnight watches them go until they’re out of sight, closing the hatch and locking the ship. She stands still for a moment, nervously wringing her fingers for a moment. She’s on edge, being left behind on this mission, but at the same time she’s glad. She liked to think she’d be fine, she wouldn’t freeze as soon as someone pointed a blaster at her face. She knows that’s not the case, though. 

She heads back to her room, pausing for a moment to stare at Echo’s bunk. It’s empty. He had hardly left it since they took off from the medical station, or at least that’s what Hunter had said. 

She hasn’t spoken to Echo since their brief reunion on the medical station. She hadn’t meant to leave so abruptly after, but she’d wanted to take advantage of the civilian’s quarters and a semi-real bed. That, and she hadn’t been sure she could stand being close to them so soon. She knew they’d hover, she knew they’d worry. She had just wanted space.  

She can’t even imagine what Echo’s feeling. To have gone through what he did, and then going through something like this...

She heads for the hull, finding him sitting at the table. He’s hunched over, back to the door. She debates leaving, giving him more space. She doesn’t know if he wants to see her, or if he even wants to talk about it. She hadn’t wanted to, not until Hunter forced his way in. She does feel better, but at the same time, she knows she'll carry that guilt for a long time. 

She decides to move forward, taking slow, quiet steps. “Hey,” she says quietly, alerting him of her presence. He glances up as she moves to sit across from him. “How are you?” 

“Fine.” He answers, nodding his head like he’s trying to convince himself. 

She nods, unsure of what to say. What did one say in this situation? She had almost died trying to save him, she had gotten others killed trying to save him. As much as everyone tried to convince her otherwise, she knows it's the truth. 

“It was stupid, you know.” He says, staring back down at his empty cup. “Trying to fight someone like Grievous with nothing but a blaster and a knife, and for what? For me?” 

“It wasn’t just for you.” She murmurs, dropping her gaze like a scolded child. She’s never seen this side of Echo, at least not directed at her. 

“You shouldn’t have done it. You shouldn’t have almost died for someone like...” 

“What? Someone like you?” She cuts him off, looking up at him with brows furrowed. “You think you’re not worth it too?” 

“Not when there were other lives involved too.” 

“I made the decision.” She says, feeling anger bubble up in her. “There’s nothing anyone can do about it now. Would things have gone differently if I had left you behind, I don’t know. I chose to take the risk because I couldn’t leave you. You are worth it. I’m not the only one that thinks so.” 

Echo’s shoulders deflate, his face softening a bit. She knows her words are getting to him. It’s the truth. She would have taken the risk regardless of the situation. She’d always take the risk, no matter who it was. 

“You’re worth it to me.” She thinks back to Hunter’s words during their conversation. “Even if we wound up running from the Republic as defectors. At least I’d be with the men I love.” 

Echo meets her gaze, his eyes shining. “Thank you. For not leaving me behind.” 

Midnight reaches forward, taking his flesh hand. “I couldn’t leave you like that. Not after everything. I think I’m starting to understand why the Jedi aren’t allowed to have attachments.” 

“Good thing you aren’t one, then.” The corner Echo’s lips lifts in a smile. 

“I’m already a terrible soldier. I’d make an even worse Jedi.” 

Echo laughs, his thumb tracing her knuckles before his hand shifts, grabbing her forearm. He tugs her forward out of her seat so she’s bent over the table, leaning forward to kiss her. 

She gasps against his lips, surprised by the sudden, bold move. “Echo...” 

He shushes her, pressing their foreheads together. “We almost died before I got a chance to experience this.” He kisses her again. “Let me thank you for saving my life. 

Midnight stares into his eyes, captivated by their depth for a moment. She’s never seen this side of Echo before either. She nods, pushing herself up onto the table. 

Echo wraps his arm around her, pulling her so she’s on her knees, pressed against his chest. His flesh hand slides down her back as he kisses her, grabbing a handful of her ass. She moans into his mouth, trying to press even closer to him. 

“You’re so kriffing beautiful,” He says, nipping at her bottom lip. “Back when I was a reg, I wouldn’t have hesitated.” 

Midnight giggles, shifting so she’s sitting on the table. “Well, depending on how well you could shoot your shot, I might have agreed. Of course, it would have had to have been before I fell in love with and fucked my squad.” 

“Do you know how much trouble we’d be in if anyone found out?” He says, pressing her back against the table. 

“Immediate termination of my contract.” She says, wrapping her arms around him. “And they’d probably find some reason to throw me in prison.” 

“The rest of us would be decommissioned.” He says, kissing along her throat. “We’d be lucky to end up as janitors.” 

She giggles, pulling his face back to hers. “Then we’ll just have to never get caught.” 

He kisses her hard, pressing his body closer against hers. She’s so soft under him, so pliable. Everything he’s not. He pushes those thoughts aside as she moans softly against his lips, pressing even closer against him. She’d told him many times she doesn’t care about his looks, his cybernetics, the hard edges of metal that dug into her supple skin every time he was close to her. 

He leans on his scomp arm, his flesh hand trailing down her side. “I want to see you.” 

She’s breathing hard, chest heaving. Her lips are parted and kiss-swollen. “Uh huh.” She nods, hands tugging at her pants. He helps her, tossing her pants and underwear behind him on the floor. 

He traces his hand over her hip, staring down at her. He’s never seen her naked before. He’d seen her in various states of undress sneaking back and forth from bunks to her room, or to the fresher. This, though, is a new sight to him. 

“Echo?” She asks, leaning up on her elbows. She looks nervous at his hesitation, legs starting to press closed. 

“Don’t.” He puts a hand on her inner thigh, stopping her. “You’re just so beautiful. Can’t believe you’d ever go for a guy like me.” 

“Oh Echo.” She pushes herself up to sit, cupping his cheek. “I don’t really care what you look like. That’s not why I fell in love with you. Or any of you boys, for that matter. Looks are just an added bonus. Though, I guess you could say I have a type, since you’re all technically clones.” 

Echo pushes her back onto the table, putting a finger to her lips. “Stop talking.” 

She nods, swallowing thickly. 

He slides his hands down to her legs, parting them once more. He holds them open as he kneels between them, bringing himself to eye-level with her. He runs his fingers through her slick folds, her breath hitching. He circles her clit with his thumb slowly, watching the way her chest lifts as she arches her back. 

He does love her tits. 

He presses a finger into her, her body opening for him. She’s wet and tight, a quiet groan leaving his lips. He stands up, pumping his finger slowly. Her lips are parted, hands over her head gripping the edge of the table. 

“Kriff, Echo!” She moans, eyes fluttering closed as he curls his finger inside her, his palm brushing her clit as he stands over her. “You’ve done this before.” 

“Once or twice on leave,” He says. “Back when I was a reg. None of them measure up to you, though. They wouldn’t look twice at me now.” 

Her hand closes around his scomp arm, pulling him down closer. She kisses him, her hand sliding around the back of his neck. She whines against his lips as he slips a second finger into her, hips pressing against his hand. 

“Echo...” She moans against his lips, her other hand closing around his wrist. “Don’t stop.” 

He curls his fingers again, her back arching as a loud moan leaves her lips. He had overheard the others talking about her, about how beautiful she is when she’s lost in pleasure. To see it is something else entirely. 

“I’m close,” She whines, grinding her hips against his hand. “I’m gonna cum.” 

He continues for just a second longer before pulling his fingers from her. She whines in protest, eyes snapping open. “Not yet.” He says. “I’ve got something I want to try first.” 

He slips an arm around her, lifting her into his arms. He carries her to her room, depositing her on the bed. He reaches down, pulling a box out from underneath. 

She stares at him, mouth agape. “How long has that been under there?” 

“A while.” He smirks. 

A horrified look crosses her face. “What else is under there?” 

He pushes her back so she’s laying on the bed before opening the box, pulling the device out. 

Her mouth opens once more, pussy clenching at the memories of the many test phases she’d gone through. “Oh.” 

“I’ve been wanting to try it out for a while.” He says, opening a panel on his cybernetics. “Just haven’t had the right moment.” He snaps it into place, feeling it warm in his hand. 

Midnight sits up, staring at it. “So this is what you two were doing when you disappeared for a while.” 

“Yeah.” Echo inhales shakily as her fingers run over it. “Took a little longer than we thought it would.” 

She gently pushes him, rearranging them so he’s laying flat on her bed. She kneels between his legs, closing her hand around it. He groans quietly, eyes lidded as he stares at her. “Can you feel that?” 

He nods. “Tech made it so it connects to my nervous system.” 

Midnight bites her lip, pumping her hand a couple times. “I do love that nerd.” She climbs off the bed, digging through her box to find the lube, thankfully back in its place. “You’re sure about this?” 

He nods, groaning as she spreads lube over the device. “Yes. I want to feel you.” 

“Then who am I to deny you?” She smirks, straddling his waist. 

She lines herself up, slowly pushing herself down on the device. She rocks her hips, slowly working more and more of it into her. She moans quietly at the stretch of it, legs shaking as she finally seats herself against his hips. 

She curses, pausing for a moment. “How does it feel?” 

“Just like I imagined.” He says, holding her thigh with his hand. 

She shifts slightly, cursing as it shifts inside her. She peels her shirt and breastband off, letting them fall to the floor. Echo’s eyes immediately fall to her breasts, watching them as she slowly begins to move her hips. 

She grabs his hand, placing it on one of her breasts. “I think we’re a little past needing permission.” 

He holds his hand there, feeling her breast as she begins rocking her hips faster. It’s not the first time he’s felt them. He’s used them as a pillow a few times. It is the first time he’s seen them though. Her own hand lifts to her other breast, fingers tugging at her nipple. He does the same on the other side, teasing her nipple as she rides him. 

“Yes, just like that.” She moans, using her other hand to brace herself on his stomach. 

He can feel the pleasure coursing through his body. The warmth of her, every squeeze around him sends pleasure spiking through his cybernetics. His eyes roll back, his hand squeezing tighter around her breast. 

“Maker, Echo!” She cries, hips stuttering. “I’m gonna cum!” 

He wants to feel her cum. He needs to feel her cum. He drops his hand from her breast to rub her clit, her head falling back as she cums with a cry. He lets out a cry of his own as she spasms around him, his own orgasm rocking through him. 

She slips off him before she collapses against his chest, breathing heavily. He wraps his arm around her, breathing equally labored. They lay in silence for a few moments, both of them coming down from their highs. 

“Remind me to thank Tech later.” Echo says, lips brushing her forehead. 

“I’m gonna suck the genius out of his dick.” Midnight murmurs. 

Echo makes a face, desperately fighting the mental images. “Was that...good?” 

Midnight lifts her head, smiling sleepily at him. “Consider me satisfied.” 

“Good.” He kisses her forehead again. “We should probably clean the table.” 

She hums. “We have time.” She snuggles closer against his chest. “Besides, Tech will clean it when they get back anyway, just in case.” 

*****

Hunter sits in the pilot’s seat, eyes trailing over the five other members of his squad. They’re all tired. Putting an end to the insurrection hadn’t taken long, but he can tell they’re all beginning to feel it. Something shifting in the war, something building. They’re coming close to something. He can see it on all of their faces, even without his enhanced abilities. The strain of the mission before this one, almost losing Midnight and Echo, had taken its toll. He wishes he could give them time to rest. 

“We’ve already received our next orders.” He says, breaking the silence of the hull. All eyes are on him, waiting. He ignores the exhausted stares, the dark circles. “We’re heading for Kaller straight away. General Billaba has requested urgent reinforcements. Get some rest while you can.” He glances to the back of the cockpit where Midnight and Echo are standing. “All of us will be going. We’ll need all the help we can get.” 

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this is honestly *chefs kiss*.

I love, everything about this🤭

In More Ways Than One, Part 10 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Crossed

Summary: You just want to restock the ship - but Crosshair has other plans.

Tags: (the series is) 18+ smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, basically, all the good stuff

Warnings: P in V sex, 'ownership' mentioned, rough sex (hand on throat, some throwing around), squirting, sensual sex, use of pet names. Top! then soft Crosshair.

Notes: I hope you all enjoy :). People have been asking after this chapter for awhile, which brings me SO MUCH HAPPY! Please share the happy by reblogging. (For real, if you love it enough to ask for more, my dears, please reblog. It brings me such joy - don't you want to bring me joy?? 😭)

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“That didn’t count!!!”

Crosshair smirks around his toothpick. “A pin is a pin, Wrecker,” he drawls, continuing down the corridor with you and the big guy in tow.

“But she was WIGGLING.” Wrecker pouts as he follows, wiping some of the sweat from his brow. You smile mischievously, a little extra flounce in your step as you walk.

“You heard him, babe, a pin is a pin. And I’ve been holding back that tactic for ages.”

Wrecker shoots you a look before looking forward again, moving to avoid two oncoming troopers. “Well that’s not fair.”

You laugh. “I’m really just doing you a favor. What if some sexy clanker has you pinned and starts doing the same thing? You'll be so unprepared!”

Wrecker’s eyes open in surprise. “Do they make those??”

“You never know, those Seppies are sly.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively. He goes back to pouting, realizing you're joking.

“Hm.”

You laugh, circling your arms behind his neck and kissing him on the nose. "Sorry, honey," you coo, not bothering to hide your enjoyment. "I won't do it again."

"Hm. You better not," he grumbles as you slide back down.

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair says quietly to himself. You wink at him, then stretch your arms over your head with a contented sigh.

“Oof that shower is going to feel good,” you breathe, rolling your neck. “I think I'll head to the ship, use the fresher there."

Crosshair's eyes dart to yours, irritated.

“What for?” Wrecker asks, equally let down.

"Because three of us need a shower- and I actually need to get clean.” You smile at Wrecker’s crestfallen face. “Besides, I need to take stock of our supplies - since now I know where ALL THAT GAUZE WENT.” Wrecker grins, recovered in light of their combined mischief. Crosshair just smirks. You playfully turn on your heal, starting to head down the corridor towards the ship with a wave. “Don't miss me too much, ok?”

"We'll try!" Wrecker calls after you. He starts back to their barracks - then stops, realizing that Crosshair isn’t following him. 

“You comin’?” 

Crosshair turns his body, eyes staring for a moment at your receding form before fully turning to follow his brother, a glint in his eye.

“I’m showering first.”

Wrecker looks over at him, confused. “Why, you got somewhere to be?”

“No.” Crosshair smirks, approaching the door to their quarters. “I have something to do.”

Wrecker's brow furrows as the barrack door opens before him. “What?”

Crosshair looks at him out of the corner of his eye as he enters, making his way towards the fresher.

“Let's call it some… unfinished business.”

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You sigh contentedly as you step under the hot water for a last rinse. the final suds disappearing down the drain. Clean. Well and truly clean, even for just five minutes.

These moments are sacred. Peace, calm, relaxation. It can happen so rarely as a soldier - especially surrounded by a bunch of large, smelly boys. And battle. And sex.

...

...and then your brain pulls you to the chore waiting outside the fresher walls.

Dammit. Moment over.

Well, the sooner it's done, the sooner you can stop worrying about it. You turn off the water, dry and wrap yourself in a towel, then head to the medical supplies storage unit, already reviewing the list in your head.

You sift through your stores methodically. Hm.

You needed more adhesive spray (dammit, Tech was CONSTANTLY stealing yours!!!! That fucking...)

Good on grav press bandage cuffs…

Good on Medical bandage patch…

Need plenty more Bacta patches - need more glue stat…

Laser suture- where the heck was the laser suture? Did kriffing Tech take the fucking LASER SUTURE???? (You were going to KILL HIM! SADISTICALLY! FOR SCIENCE!!)

And gauze. Lots and lots of gauze. Fucking Hunter. These boys. What were you going to do with these boys getting into your damn med supplies?! Give them a hefty helping of Queenly whoop ass, that's for damn sure-

You hear the hatch start to open behind you, crankily curious to see who was coming aboard… maybe Tech had heard about what you were doing and was coming to give back the fucking laser suture, hoping you would spare his fucking life-

You see Crosshair's silver hair before you see the rest of him, dressed in his armor, but freshly washed. He closes the hatch, tossing his helmet onto a cockpit chair as he makes his way to you. 

You turn, fists on your hips and a scowl on your lips. “You had better be coming to give me some life or death information right n-"

He bends and lifts you by the back of your legs, slamming you against the bulkhead, your towel falling to the floor. Arousal spikes through your shock - god you love when he manhandles you. (He knows you like it, too- dammit, why did you ever tell him that?) His eyes glue you in place with their amusement, his slithering voice wrapping around you like a coil.

"Hello, princess."

You feel your breath catch at the sudden pulse in your pussy. Fuck, that smirk looks dangerous...

"You owe me.”

Wait, what?

“The hell I do! You remember I'm here to replace gauze, don't you?”

“No," he drawls. Damn that smug glint of satisfaction making you wet. Jerk. "You started something the last time we were on this ship.”  Oh, his voice is caressing your skin, possessive and inarguable. "its time you learn to finish what you start."

Crap, more coming back to haunt you. You sputter, trying to find the words to save you. “Cross, that was DAYS ago-”

“I have a long memory.”

“-and, it was only to tease you, which I already paid for-”

You hear the click of his codpiece before it falls to the floor. 

“W-wait, Cross-” you mean to protest, but the words come out as a breathy moan.

“A promise is a promise, Princess.” He purrs, freeing himself from his under armor, eyes hungry and dangerous. You lose yourself to shivers as you feel his cock hard against your back. “And I’m tired of waiting.”

His voice darkens, sending the shivers lower, tightening the possessive coil it holds over you. "And since this is the second time you've riled me up on this ship, I'm going to take you the way I want to. Do you understand, Princess?"

You whine a greedy ascent as he lines himself up with your entrance.

He leans in, purring in your ear. “Safeword?”

“Meiloorun,” you whine, giving in, desperate for him. “Green.”

“Good girl.”

You gasp a cry as he slams into you, sheathing himself in one lengthy stroke. His head falls back as he sighs a grunt, letting himself enjoy the tightness of your slick, unprepared walls.

“FUCK.” He swears before lifting his head, a smug glint in his eye. “That’s better.”

You feel his grip tighten on your ass cheeks as he leans in close to your ear. ‘Hold on tight, princess.’

You whimper, arms wrapping around his shoulders, surrendering, already on the verge of begging him to take you like this-

He pulls out and slams into you so hard you swear you feel the ship rock. 

You cry out with near-painful pleasure, hoping that somehow they don’t hear you outside of this ship - you can’t imagine the looks from the hanger clones if they hear Crosshair forcing his pleasure into you, ripping your begging cries for mercy yet for more from your lips while he grunts his pleasured staccato in your ear. 

“Too big, Crosshair, you’re too b-big for me right now!”

“You can take it Princess. I - FUCK - I know you can.” His breath quickens, nose buried behind your ear, short groans announcing his oncoming orgasm.

"KARKing hell, so tight, I'm already going to-"

Without warning, he groans a growl as he cums, pulling out to spill on the bulkhead behind you. You feel his thrusts, his cock sheathing between your ass cheeks to help him ride it out. You catch your breath as he pants into your neck, until he lifts his head with smug satisfaction. You look at him with your best pitiful eyes, hoping to lessen your sentence, praying that it doesn't.

“S-Satisfied?”

He smirks through his panting. “Hm. That was just to take the edge off.”

Shit.

He turns, still holding you up, before benching you onto his bunk and ripping off his armor. He pulls himself up behind you, crowding you against the bulkhead that serves as a headboard, pinning you there with a hot, hungry kiss. 

Dammit all to hell, all of this is making you so wet, and he must know it. 

With no finesse, no patience, he slides down your body, diving into your pussy like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks, laying waste to every curve and fold. He is RAVENOUS, like he would win the fucking war if he could just make you cum. Its completely overwhelming. You cry out in huffs, you can’t help it, brain barely catching up to the pleasure being sucked through you. “Crosshair, c-crosshair, holy fuck oh GOD.”

It almost hurts with his insistence, but his ferocity only makes you wetter, his ownership of everything you have to give like a fire in your cunt.

Two fingers slide inside of you, pulsing in and out of you at a rapid pace, rubbing against your G spot like he’s trying to beat a record, the lewd sound of your slick as he fucks you making you croon. His mouth sucks your clit hard enough to send your eyes back into your head, hands tangling in his hair. 

“Uh, uh, NNCrosshair! I’m- its too much- its going to make me-”

Its like you’ve lost all control - he’s going so fast that you can’t keep up, your body completely at his whim, so hot, so high; your mind can only lay scattered while your body reaches its peak.

“Ah, aH, Cross, Crosshair!” 

Your cum with an unabashed scream, letting go of any control of your pleasure - and you feel more wet than you’re used to squirt out onto the sheets, soaking your thighs with sticky wet warmth.

“OH shit oh god, Crosshair, I-I think you made me-”

“Kriffing right I did.” His eyes glint with that smug, hungry look again. He pulls your hips towards him, leaning over you to prop himself against the bulkhead, lining himself up with your entrance. “That pleasure belongs to me.”

He pushes into your sopping hole, making you cry out with overwhelm and need, still sensitive from your orgasm, but desperate for another one.

His hand clasps around your throat, tightening slightly as he starts to thrust. You whimper as you look up into his eyes, dazed, subdued, submissive, just for him. He’s panting, eyes boring down into yours. 

“That’s right, Princess, I’m taking what's mine. Your pleasure belongs to me.”

He grits his teeth as he sets a relentless pace, fucking you like it would save his life. You can only lay back, full with sensation, boneless, euphoric, feeling your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his skin slapping against yours. 

Your voice comes out as a whimper. “Yes, Cross, yes, god you’re so big, please don’t stop, please let me squirt all over your cock.”

OH his GROWL as his hand tightens around your throat, not to choke you, just to make you blurry, remind you who’s mercy you’re at. 

“That’s right, my little cockwhore. You love me taking you like this, taking your pleasure all for my own, don’t you?”

You squeak from beneath his hand, his words sending you towards your climax, walls squeezing around him.

He pinches your clit, making you cry out and look back up at him.

His eyes are serious, daring you to disobey. “I didn’t tell you to cum yet. You’ll do it when I tell you. I’m in control here, not you.”

“Y-yes sir. I- AH!” He changes his angle, making you cry out as he thrusts deeper. His breath is more labored. Kriff he’s getting close, so close to giving you all his cum. You want to be so good for him… his good little cockwhore.

“Are you ready to take my cum, Princess?” He demands, already knowing your answer as he speeds up, his thumb finding your clit.

“Y-yes sir, all of it, please, dump all of it in me!” You whimper, your mind lost, spewing whatever comes to mind, whatever he wants to hear, so long as he keeps making you feel like this…

You both cum together with a cry, his a growl, yours a shriek. He grunts with each thrust as he empties himself into you, pushing inside you as far as he goes. He lets you ride out your wave on his cock, his hands flying to either side of your head to prop himself up as he pants in release. He eventually slows, looking down at you, satisfied, approving.

"That's my good girl. Taking my cock so well," he purrs, the thumb around your neck tracing your jaw line as he leans in to kiss you.

"Anything for you, Crosshair" you breathe, unthinking- and meaning it.

Everything seems to slow around you, the two of you breathing together while you come down from your play. He...something in his eyes changes while he pants down at you. Your words... he's taking in your words. You see... that openness from when he let himself cum down your throat, that... click.

You feel the energy change between you.

And slowly, so slowly, he leans in and kisses you.

Its totally different from how he was before. His kiss is slow, possessive, tender - the hand around your neck comes up to cradle your cheek. He lowers his body to yours, propped up by his elbow, bringing him skin to heated skin.

An ember glows in your belly, his kiss slowly feeding it as it glows hotter, and hotter. Your tongue flicks against his lips. He opens them to meet you, his tongue pushing in to dance with yours in his own. Fuck. You can taste his desire, his yearning, as it feeds your burning ember into a flame, flaring with yearning, hunger, need. Your hands find your way into his hair, eager to be close, to touch him more, more, to meld with him, join with him like only lovers can. And you NEED it.

You feel him firming up inside you again as he starts thrusting, as if he can’t help himself. You moan under him, growing desperate, frantic for more of him. You can't pull your lips away, getting swept up in the need to be close, to be closer than close, to have him inside of you as far as he'll go.

“Princess…” he breathes, barely pulling away, his thumb tracing your cheek bone while he moves in you. “Missed this pussy. Missed having you cum all over my face. Missed…” He pulls you into a kiss again, his lips saying what his words can’t.

Your fingers tighten in his hair to pull him closer, and he groans into your mouth.

His hips move, but he’s not aiming for the finish line anymore. He pulls away from your lips to look down at where he’s entering you with long strokes, taking his time, his breath ragged. You both watch where he thrusts into you, joins with you, makes sweet fucking love to you the way he wants to. You both moan at the sight. Then he looks up, his forehead back to yours.

“Crosshair…” Your voice is breathy, so full of this feeling he’s bringing to you, sensually taking you one stroke at a time.

His own voice is quiet, caressing you like the hand on your face. “Kriff. So good, Princess. You always feel so damn good. You taste so sweet, I'm so hungry for you all the damn time...”

He buries his face in your shoulder, breath touching sound as he pants his pleasure. His pelvis rubs along your clit, his body so close to yours, your arms clutching him, nails digging into his back while he continues thrusting you into the mattress with long, hard thrusts, pushing cry after cry from your lips. His breathy moans make you clench around him, trying to take him in farther, just a little bit farther.

You feel your crest approaching, slow, but steady - and overwhelming.

"Cross, I’m so close." You could cry with how good it feels.

"Fuck, mesh’la, yes." His own voice is breathy, lost in sensation, desperate with desire. "Need to feel you cum on my cock again. Cum around me, just for me."

"Cross, Cross, Cross," you pant, tears falling back into your hair.

"That’s right, cum with me, precious. Cum with me again. Don't stop, don't hold back. Let me watch you cum for me."

He’s up, forehead to yours, rocking and grinding you right where you need it to send you over. 

You breathe, moan together for a few more moments, connected, devoted, while you both soar up and over the edge.

He kisses you as you cum together, the two of you swallowing each others desperate moans as your lips meet again and again, bodies convulsing against each other as he releases into you, your walls squeezing him for every last drop he has to give.

You kiss until you’re both starving for breath, and only barely manage to pull away. You meet his eyes. They're open, assured, sincere, speaking volumes without saying anything, before his head falls to your neck, slowly kissing his way to your shoulder and resting his head on your collarbone, panting out his exertion. 

Then, amid his panting, quieter than a pin drop, so quiet you almost miss it, you hear him breathe out:

“Ah, cyar’ika. My cyar'ika."

!...

“...Hmm?” You turn, nuzzling into his hair, hoping beyond hope he'll repeat it.

“…nothing, Princess.” He leans up and kisses your forehead slowly, tenderly. He slowly pulls out with a combined groan from each of you. He lays beside you, pulling you close to him, his face nuzzling into the top of your head. You hold him tight, nuzzling in turn against his chest with a secret, sated smile.

You understand. You know what he said with his kisses, his body, but it's not ready to be said aloud, not ready to become a part of your relationship. And that's alright. You drift off to sleep, breathing in his scent as your body molds to his.

Its not time yet.

And you can wait.

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You wake up slowly, unsure if its been hours or minutes, but still swimming in the bliss of your earlier experience. You slowly look up to find Crosshair still asleep, deep breathing guiding the unguarded moment.

He's beautiful.

Peace looks so good on him. You gently brush your fingers along his cheek, taking in this unguarded moment that so few get to see. But you do. Because he's yours. Your Crosshair, your sniper, who craves the touch and comfort you give him, even if he's too proud - or is it unsure? - to ask for it by name.

For now.

You smile to yourself, eyes tracing along his unknit brows. He's yours. And you vow then and there - you'll take good care of this trust he's given to no one else but you.

.....

Jeez, were you going to get more sappy than this?-

-The quiet of the ship is interrupted by your com's insistent beeping. Crosshair’s eyes open quickly, peace falling from his face as he’s instantly alert. You sigh to yourself, rolling over to jump off of the bunk - the outside world calls. You check the transmission before answering with a smile.

"Yes Tech darling?"

“Have you been locked inside the Marauder? Do you need rescuing?” His matter-of-fact-yet-irritated voice makes your smile wider.

“No, just… fulfilling a promise.” You chuckle, glancing up at Crosshair. He rolls his eyes and falls back onto the bunk.

“I see," Tech admonishes. You can practically see him adjusting his goggles. "Need I remind you that it is also time for your next inoculation? They are asking for you at the med bay.”

Ah, shoot. You had forgotten that, and you were the damn medic. You hit your forehead, hand sliding down your face with embarrassment. Ok yeah, that one is on you.

"Also," Tech continues, still a hint of lecture in his voice, "the Commander has been looking for you. He is hoping that you will join him for the next meal. I would quickly compose yourself and seek him out. You wouldn't want him believing the... rumors going around, would you?”

"Alright, alright, I understand." Your head falls back with a sigh. You glance over at your unfinished storage count, wondering if you should take the time to finish your checkli-

Wait just a damn minute.

He wanted to play 'you did this wrong'?

Alright. You'll play.

"Oh!" You start brightly, as if remembering something. "By the way, Technically Jangoson," you continue into the com, words dripping with honeyed venom. "I have a small teensy, tiny question just for you."

Silence.

A throat cleared at the other end. "...Yes, my queen?" The full name. Oh, he knows he's in trouble.

Good.

Your voice turns harsh, your tone angry, and your Queenly control is fully back in place.

"Where.

The FUCK.

Is my laser suture?!?!"

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The Lucky Twins

(Tech x Reader x Crosshair)

Even without the final poll results it seems that “The Lucky Twins” wins, so here it is!

Idgaf if people say that Crosshair and Tech aren’t twins. In my head they are and that’s all that matters to me this fic so suck it up haters. Anyway! This story was inspired by @techhasmjolnir because they asked for more Bad Batch smut and this lovely idea popped into my head so I hope you all enjoy!

(Also, The comedian mentioned is a rip off of an actual real life comedian cast in the SW universe)

(Divider by @stars-n-spice )

Warnings: SMUTT, oral! (Male and female receiving), threesome, gentle/rough sex, double penetration, p in v sex, p in a sex, nipple! play, spanking, praise! Kink, implied poly! Batch, use of pet names, hair pulling, slightly bratty reader, slight Dom!/Sub! dynamics, over simulation, mild size! Kink, multiple orgasms, squirting orgams (let me know if I missed anything).

Words: 6.5+K (*insert evil laughter*)

It was game night for the boys, the 212th barracks filled with laughter as everyone drank and played games. The Bad Batch was sat around in a circle with Cody, Waxer, Boil, Metric, and a few other Troopers, all of whom were winding down after another successful string of missions. The 212th seemed to be one of the only battalions in the GAR that The Bad Batch got along with, the conversation flowing easily.

(Y/N) sat among the boys, a glass of spotchka in hand as she leaned her head against Tech’s shoulder. She was laughing along with a joke that Boil told as his turn for truth or dare came to an end, Waxers turn to ask next. He spun the bottle to determine who he would ask next and his eyes lit up as it landed on (Y/N).

Waxer turned to face (Y/N), a shit eating grin on his face that only seemed to be even more enhanced due to the alcohol. (Y/N) smirked right back at him, her confidence showing as the rest of the boys waited with baited breathes for the question.

"(Y/N) truth or dare?" He asked and everyone's 'ooooed', even if they knew it was coming. It was no secret that the 212th viewed the Bad Batch’s civilian medic as one of their own, their vod’ika was one of them no matter what.

"I'll stick with truth cause I am not drunk enough to pick dare," she answer and raised her glass, everyone laughing along with her as she took a swig from her drink.

Doing his best to imitate Bale Bill Bar, a famous comedian among clones, Waxer asked, "Name something you'd like to have two of on your bed."

The guys smirked, Wrecker letting out a loud boisterous laugh as they all looked around the room before looking back at (Y/N). She smirked back, downing the rest of her drink before answering with a teasing wink at Crosshair from across the circle, her head nuzzling more into Tech’s arm.

"Twin’s Waxer," (Y/N) answered and everyone laughed including Hunter, Wrecker and Echo, knowing that she was teasing the twins of the squad. (Y/N) looked to Crosshair who was looking back at her with a down right sinful smirk, the toothpick in his mouth falling to the floor. She chanced a look up at Tech, his eyes glossed over as they met hers and a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"I do believe we can arrange that for you darling," Tech spoke up in a husky voice, his hand finding it way to her chin, Crosshair nodding along with him from his place across the circle. The way Tech spoke made (Y/N)’s insides simmer, heat beginning to pool in her belly.

"I believe we can," Cross added, crawling somewhat seductively over to her from across the circle, his smirk never leaving his face. When he made it over to (Y/N), which actually didn’t take long at all, he swatted Tech’s hand away, tilting her chin up to look at him instead, eyes glazed and voice quiet. The rest of the boys groaned, all now regretting letting Waxer ask that question. Said trooper didn’t look remorseful or regretful in the slightest, if anything he seemed very pleased with himself. The others looked to (Y/N), Tech and Crosshair, telling them to get a room or to keep it in their pants.

"All right boys, a room it is," (Y/N) said and winked at them both before standing up, making a show the sticking her ass out and slowly rolling her hands up her body as she went before walking towards the door. When she made it to the door of the barracks she stopped turning a little and looking over her shoulder back to the twins.

“You guys coming? Or am I going to have to play with myself?” She said with a smirk before walking out, swaying her hips teasingly and enticingly.

She could hear the wolf whistling from the 212th troopers as she walked, all of them enjoying teasing her. She could hear Tech and Crosshair scrambling to get up and follow her, both of them laughing as Wrecker whined about not being able to join and Hunter and Echo shaking their heads.

'Tonight is going to be fun,’ she thought as she walked out of the 212th barracks, moving swiftly towards the barracks that the Bad Batch had been allocated to. She heard them before she felt their hands, Crosshair and Tech coming up behind her, both breathing heavily.

Cross wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her into him as Tech held her other arm, his opposite hand finding its way into her hair. They stopped her in her tracks , both holding onto her like she would run away. (Y/N) smirked and leaned into their hold, feeling excited yet safe in their arms.

“That was a very dangerous display you put on back their mesh’la. Swaying those sinfully full hips infront of our brothers?” Crosshair said, his voice low and sultry, giving. Teasing smack to her behind as emphasis. Tech hummed in agreement, moving himself forward towards (Y/N)’s neck, eyeing it as a vampire would its prey.

“You should know better than to tease us needlessly cyar’ika,” Tech said, burying his face in (Y/N)’s neck, inhaling her scent and nipping at her pulse point. (Y/N) groaned as Tech marked her neck, his lips feeling so soft against her body.

“It was worth it,” (Y/N) said and she felt Crosshair growl against the other side of her neck, also making his mark there. He bit down roughly, sucking it as he went before licking the mark to soothe it.

“Was it now Ad’ika? Teasing us and putting on a show for others was worth it?” He said and grabbed a handful of her ass. (Y/N) yelped at the contact, not expecting the impact of Crosshair’s hand on her behind.

“It got you guys riled up didn’t it?” (Y/N) said cockily, her confidence after Crosshair’s spank to her ass coming back in full force. She loved to tease the twins, often brushing up against them both even when she didn’t have to or purposely swaying her hips when she was around them. She did that with all the Batch members but for now, she wanted the twins.

“Tsk tsk cyar’ika. You should know better than that,” Tech said again, his tone taking on a dark edge as he pulled on her hair. (Y/N) moaned wantonly at the feeling, the pain only adding to her pleasure. Hearing Tech speak so dark and dirty was making her feel so many things, between her thighs beginning to feel wet and sticky.

“You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you ad’ika? So ready and willing to have two of us with you in bed,” Crosshair said and licked a strip up her neck that was now fully exposed thanks to Tech. (Y/N) groaned, her arms still somewhat trapped between the two enhanced men making it very difficult for her to touch them.

“Please, Tech, Cross, please,” she begged, her confidence slipping away as she was teased by their words and mouths. Crosshair removed his hand from her arm, bringing it around her body to grope at her breasts.

“Oh now look who’s begging not to be teased. Doesn’t feel very nice does it kitten?” Crosshair said as Tech slid his other hand to her other breast, the hand in (Y/N)’s hair staying where it is it.

“I think we should take this somewhere more private, wouldn’t you agree cyare?” Tech asked, giving her nipple a tug through her loose shirt. She had forgone her armour in favour of comfy clothes for the night, not expecting to need it and she was happy she had made that choice.

All (Y/N) did was nod, which proved to be quite difficult with Tech’s hand still gripping her hair. Crosshair gave a growl into her neck in warning, nipping at her ear before whispering, “we need words love. Need to hear you say that you want this.”

“Isn’t it obvious that I do?” She said, a bit of bite in her tone. That earned her another spank to the behind, this time from Tech, his dexterous hands feeling heavy against her ass. Crosshair let out a low chuckle as he watched his twin dole out some discipline to their squad mate. It was a different side that not many got to see but when it came to (Y/N), Cross knew that his brother was a dominant devil.

“Vocal confirmation and consent is required for us to continue cyar’ika,” Tech said as he rubbed the spot on (Y/N)’s ass that he had spanked. He didn’t feel bad in the slightest, a smirk in his lips as he listened to the little gasp that left her’s.

“Y-yes, please let’s g-go back to the barracks,” (Y/N) finally conceded, her confident aura crumbling as she became putty at the hands of these two enhanced soldiers. They both chuckled at her new found desperation to get to their private quarters, both of them equally as eager to ravage her body.

“Then let’s get going Mesh’la,” Crosshair said, placing his hand on her lower back and guiding her hurriedly towards the barracks. Tech relinquished his grip on her hair in favour of holding her neck from behind, massaging the sides subconsciously. (Y/N) groaned and moved with desperation, almost pulling out of the men’s hold but they tightened their hands, unwilling to let her get to far even if they were heading to the same place.

When they reached the barracks Tech pulled away and quickly opened the door, Crosshair guiding (Y/N) in as Tech closed and securely locked the door behind them all.

When the lock engaged, Crosshair immediately pulled (Y/N) into his body and crashed his lips against hers, holding her body close and pulling the air from her lungs. She moaned into his mouth, hands finding purchase in his shoulders as she melted into his embrace. She felt Tech come up behind her and slot himself against her back, his hands running up and down her sides as he kissed her neck. His hands found the edge of her shirt, lifting it ever so slightly so that he could run his gloved hands over her skin.

(Y/N) groaned into her kiss with Crosshair, pulling away and turning her head to capture Tech’s lips. He gave in quickly, turning her around and deepening the kiss, Crosshair taking over running his hands up and down her body. He was happy that (Y/N) had chosen to forgo wearing her standard under armour and full medical kit, both garments hiding her body from them daily. But now, she wore one of Wreckers tops and a pair of her own sweat pants, both articles of clothing loose enough to give the men easy access to her body.

Crosshair took maters into his own hands, reaching around (Y/N) and grabbing Tech’s vibro blade from his belt, neither of them noticing. He smirked and leaned down to (Y/N’s ear, his breath fanning over it making her shiver.

“Don’t move a muscle Cyar’ika,” Crosshair whispered into her ear as he brought the vibro blade to the edge of the shirt she was wearing and with quick, almost practiced movements, cut it perfectly in half up the back.

(Y/N) gasped as she felt the material slacken even more around her frame, the cold air kitting her back and making her squirm. She pulled away from her kiss with Tech, looking over at Crosshair who had a malicious smirk on his face. Tech took the opportunity to maneuver, the shirt off her body, pulling it off her arms and throwing it to the other side of the barracks.

(Y/N) looked at Tech with the same bewildered expression but only received an innocent smile in return. She knew there was nothing innocent about it as she stood topless between the men.

“I liked that shirt”, she whined, pouting like a child as Crosshair once again took hold of her hips and pulled her body into his.

“You don’t need it tonight Cyar’ika,” he said, words conveying an aura of lust, “the only thing you’ll have on your body tonight is us and our cum.” He emphasized his point with a short thrust of his hips against her but cheeks, (Y/N) moaning at the promise in his words. Tech moved to be infront of her again, kissing her cheek and making his way down her body as Crosshair held her still.

“Crosshair is right an’edee. You will not be needing any clothing tonight,” he said, pulling her sweat pants down her legs along with her panties. Crosshair made his next move and removed (Y/N)’s breast band, tossing the offending piece of cloth somewhere into the barraks just like they had done with the rest of her clothing. His hands immediately gripped her breasts, fondling them in his hands and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

(Y/N) moaned at the feeling, her hips bucking slightly before Tech held her in place. She looked down at him, keening wantonly seeing him on his knees in front of her. It was so sexy to see, his eyes looking back up to meet her at he licked a long strip up her pubic mound. It was cleanly waxed and moisturized, something she did at the start of every week. It was more comfortable especially on long missions, no hair to rub against her body or irritate her skin.

“So smooth down here cyar’ika. Did you do this just for us?” Tech asked, pinching her fupa between his thumb and pointer finger. She groaned, knees weak and legs trembling.

“You’re shaking already and we haven’t even gotten to the good part mesh’la,” Crosshair said breathlessly in her ear, one of his hands traveling up to her neck while the other stayed dutifully on her breast, “are you that turned on by us that you can’t help it?” His words were cocky but she had no defence against them, only being able to nod and bite her lip.

Tech pinched (Y/N)’s fupa once more and licked up and down her mound, this time getting closer to her slit. She threw her head back, moaning loudly at the sensations. She blinked, trying to regain her composure but it was being made very difficult by the men sandwiching her between them.

“Words love. We need you to use that pretty mouth and give us words,” Tech said, both his and Crosshairs teasing stopping and waiting for her answer. She cried out, squirming in frustration as she was denied what she craved. She yelped again as Crosshair once again, laid a harsh smack to her ass, heat radiating from where he hit now that it was against her bare skin.

“Y-yes! Yes you turn me on. So much, so so much. Please! Please please I need you both, want to both so fucking bad,” she begged, her words coming out jumbled and slurred as she looked down at Tech. He only smirked and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder with ease, his other hand staying on her hip to keep her steady. Crosshair helped his brother out, using his hand on her breast and moving it to hold her thigh up, making sure she wouldn’t get too tired.

“That is what I wanted to hear,” Tech growled before diving into her pussy, licking and sucking up her juices like a man stranded in the deserts of Tatooine.

(Y/N)’s breath left her body, finally having Tech’s mouth where she needed him, feeling Crosshair squeeze her neck and mark the other side with bites. She was in heaven, having both these hot, sexy men ravaging her body just as she had asked for. And somehow, both of them looked even more handsome in their armour which they were still in. All the batch except for (Y/N) had chosen to stay kitted up, feeling more normal in their armour than in civies.

But now she wanted them to take it off, wanting to feel their skin against hers, run her hands along their bodies like they had done to her. She reached down with one hand and cupped the back of Tech’s head, giving his hair a little tug. All he did was groan into her pussy and speed up his ministrations, sucking her clit into his mouth. She moaned loudly, moving her other behind her to reach Crosshair.

“T-take it off,” (Y/N) mewled, her words almost indecipherable but Crosshair heard her as clear as a sniper shot.

“Take what off ad’ika?” He asked, biting her ear. He knew what she was referring to but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Your a-armour- F-fuck- I want it off. Want to f-feel you,” she stuttered as Tech continued what he was doing, savouring her taste like it was his last meal. His eyes however, remained locked on her face, watching her reactions. He had heard what she wanted, but he wanted her to cum on his tongue first.

“We can do that for you darling. But I’m sure Tech would love to do something else first,” Crosshair said and continued to hold (Y/N)’s thigh up for Tech. The goggled trooper nodded before his intense make-out session with her lower lips ramped up. She felt two of his now bare fingers -when did he ditch the gloves?- rub circles around her hole, teasing her before he dipped them in slowly.

“Oh fuckkkk,” she moaned as Tech’s fingers entered her slowly, rubbing up against her walls.

“Does it feel cyare? Having my vod’ika’s fingers inside you?” Crosshair whispered huskily in her ear, his hand around her neck tightening ever so slightly more. He ground himself against her ass, feeling himself grow uncomfortably hard under his cod piece. Tech pulled his mouth away from (Y/N)’s cunt, his fingers remaining steady in there quest to make her cum.

“Technically Crosshair, I am older than you by a few minutes,” Tech said, his eyes challenging as they looked at his younger brother. Crosshair scoffed, his hand squeezing (Y/N)’s thigh possessively as he glared down at his brother.

“And I’m taller than you therefore I’m older,” Crosshair said defiantly.

“That is not how it works at all and you know this Crosshair. I have explained it to you all many times.”

“Yes well-“

“Okay enough!” (Y/N) said, very annoyed that they had chosen now of all times to have this debate. Both men looked at her slightly bewildered at her tone, Tech’s fingers stoping their movements inside her. She groaned, bucking her hips and glaring down at the genius clone.

“Y-you both chose the worst time t-to have this debate. Tech,” she said, addressing the man on the ground directly, “you have your fingers I-inside me right now and have said that y-you want to make me cum before you take your armour off right?”

“That’s is correct,” Tech said and curled his fingers in a come hither motion. (Y/N)’s head fell backwards against Crosshairs shoulder again.

“Yes,” Crosshair drawled on, even if the question wasn’t directed at him. He knew that they were frustrating her with their bickering, but it was fun to watch her squirm.

“Th-then get to it before I force my way out of here and b-back to the 212th barracks to find someone who will make me cu- ahhh,” Crosshair didn’t let her finish his sentence, removing his hand from her thigh and moving it to her clit, rubbing it furiously. She screamed, feeling her insides tighten around Tech fingers as he began to thrust them in and out of her in time with Crosshairs against her clit.

“You will be doing no such thing you bratty girl,” Crosshair growled in her ear, biting the lobe as he continued to circle her clit with ernest.

“Th-th-then make me c-cum,” she whispered, her voice airy as they worked her body over. She was panting, her breath coming out short as they pleasured her and brought her toward her end.

“We will satiate you darling. Do not worry about that,” Tech added, speeding up his fingers inside of (Y/N) weeping pussy. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her throat bobbed, trying to take it air as she moaned loudly.

“Fuck! T-tech, Cross please,” (Y/N) begged, her legs begin to shake violently as they brought her to the edge.

“Cum for us mesh’la, cum on our fingers,” Crosshair said. His words sent her over the edge along with their ministrations, moaning as she came hard on their hands. The men guided her through her ecstasy, feeling her body convulse as she came down from her orgasmic high.

(Y/N) blinked rapidly, trying her best to come back to reality, both her legs now back in the ground. She no longer felt Crosshairs hand around her neck, instead she felt both his and Tech’s hand against her sides, both of them kissing along her neck and cheeks, drawing her back down to land.

“You did so well for us ad’ika.”

“Such a good girl for us. So tight as well.”

The praise made her whine, her legs shaking as she relished in the attention they bestowed upon her and her body. But now she wanted to feel them, skin to skin and heated bodies against hers.

“Armour off, now.” This time it was (Y/N) who growled at them, hands coming up to pry Tech’s chest plate off. Both men chuckled and stood away from her, beginning to discard their armour with practiced movements. She watched them intently, memorizing every move they made, every clasp, magnet and button that kept their bodies from her.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen them all in various states of undress before, she was their medic after all. But this was different, intimate, hot and heavy, she was seeing them naked for pleasure rather than their physical health. Even with their blacks in, the boys all looked amazing, their physique well maintained for the good of the army.

Her mouth watered as their armour came off, Crosshair moving on to his blacks while Tech still had a few pieces to remove. She reached forward to help Tech, her hand moving to his cod piece and removing it for him. Their eyes met and he leaned in, kissing her lips delicately, as if she would break with any further pressure. But he knew she wouldn’t, she was too stubborn to and she had proven that time and time again on the battle field.

Once Tech’s armour had been fully removed, (Y/N) pulled away from the Kiss, turning to look at Crosshair who had just finished removing his top blacks and had moved onto his boxers, pants discarded first. She watched as he smirked at her and slowly, teasingly, pulled his boxers down his thin yet muscular legs. She couldn’t help but eye his erection as it sprung fee, the hard appendage hanging out and proud waiting for her.

(Y/N) took the moment to approach Crosshair, pulling him in to a kiss by his neck, lips meeting sloppily as her other hand took hold of his cock. He grunted at the sudden contact, not expecting her to be so bold. She pumped his cock firmly, running her palm over the tip and feeling beads of precum dripping down.

“Feel so heavy in my hand Crossy,” she whispered against his lips, running her tongue along her own lips, “can’t wait for you to fuck me. You feel so big.”

Crosshair groaned, the feeling of her hand around his cock something her had only ever had the pleasure to dream about. He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with more force, making her take a few steps back. She backed him right up into Tech’s arms, the giggled man having removed all his clothing as well.

(Y/N) swapped hands, removing her hand from behind Crosshairs neck and instead, moving it down to his dick. With her other hand she grabbed Tech, jerking him off the same way she was doing to Cross. He moaned, his head falling back as he relished in her grip on his manhood. (Y/N) leaned over and kissed Tech, her lips almost eclipsing his as she did so. He returned her enthusiasm, on hand finding its way into her hair just as he had down before they got to the barracks.

(Y/N) pulled away from the kiss and keened, feeling so well taken care of by these men. She got down on her knees, still between them both and took Tech into her mouth, moaning at the little bit of precum she managed to get off his cock.

“Fuck mesh’la, you do that so well,” Tech said, watching as she sucked him off. (Y/N) continued to jerk Crosshair off while she gave some attention to his brother, being mindful that they both deserved her. She popped off of Tech’s cock and moved her mouth to Crosshair’s, taking the tip in her mouth and sucking on dutifully. The snarky sniper moaned, one of his hands finding the top of her head and petting her hair like massiff.

“So good at sucking our cocks an’edee, feels so good,” he praised her. That praise went straight to her cunt, (Y/N)’s legs clenching together as she took in what they were saying, how they were praising her.

She sucked at them hungrily, pulling them both closer to her so she could take their cocks in her mouth together. Both men groaned at her display, not expecting such a performance but pleased with the outcome. She sucked on both their tips, hands reaching down to fondle their balls gentle, being mindful of how sensitive they could be.

“Fuck cyar’ika!”

“Such a dirty girl you are mesh’la.”

She pulled off them once more, jerking there cocks a little longer before standing up, kissing Tech sloppily before doing the same to Crosshair. When she pulled away from the sniper she was panting, so much running through her head but the main thing was how she wanted them to fuck her, finally.

“Need you both, please. Need you inside me,” she moaned, both men putting their hands on her and feeling her body up once more. They looked to each other and nodded, as if having a silent conversation which happened more time than she could count. It was something the Batch did well, speaking without words and understanding with having to hear any.

Tech took (Y/N)’s wrist and slowly moved her hand off his cock, bringing it up to his lips and laying a kiss to the back of it. It was such a loving gesture for such a debaucherous time, (Y/N)’s lustful grin turning to a soft smile.

“How do you want us love?” Tech asked, eyes blazing with desire and need. But there was also a hint of concern in his gaze. He didn’t want her to get hurt in any way from this, he wanted it to be fun.

“I want you both, together at the same time. Please?” She said looking between Tech and Crosshair. The latter smirked, mimicking Tech’s actions of moving her hand to his lips, placing a kiss to the back of it that was far too delicate for the silver tongued sniper.

“Of course an’edee, we’re going to fill you up so good,” Crosshair said, his words a promise which made her moan and nod frantically.

“Please.”

Tech guided them all to (Y/N)’s bunk, laying down with his head against the pillows and stroking himself with a slight smirk. (Y/N) watched with big doe eyes as he did so, mouth watering at the prospect of finally having them.

“I’m going to have your beautiful pussy while Crosshair has your ass. Is that okay with you mesh’la?” Tech ask and (Y/N) nodded again, moving onto her bunk and straddling Tech’s hips. She was thankful that their temporary barracks were bigger than those on the marauder and had much better cushioning. Crosshair got on the bed behind her, his hands on her hips as he kissed up her back.

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of yours cyare, ruin it for anyone else who dare to even think about you other than us.” Crosshairs words sent a shiver down (Y/N)’s spine, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagined having them both.

Tech guided (Y/N) to look at him, bringing her head down so that he could kiss her. He did so softly at first before it began to get heated again, his hands in her hair as he moved to hover over his cock. There were no words exchanged as he slowly began to guide (Y/N) onto his cock, both moaning at the relief it provided.

“Fuck Tech, you’re so big,” she whined, pulling away from the kiss and bracing herself against his shoulders. The goggles clone smirked, bucking his hips a little in a teasing manner.

“I’m glad you think so darling,” he replied, voice strained as he refrained from fucking up into hurriedly.

Crosshair has left the bed but returned quickly with a bottle bacta-based lube, squirting a generous amount on his dick. He pushed (Y/N) forward, forcing her down so that her tight hole was visible to him.

“Fuck an’edee, such a pretty little hole you have here. Can’t wait to fuck it up,” he said. Crosshair’s words were filthy, his eyes dark and lustful as he poured line onto her ass. She gasped slightly at the cold sensation but was quickly distracted by Tech pulling her into a kiss. (Y/N) moaned into the kiss, feeling his hips finally meet hers as he sheathed himself fully inside her.

It was a few moments later at (Y/N) felt the tip of Crosshair’s cock again her hole, body tensing slightly at the feeling. She had done it to herself before, using toys that she suck onto the marauder, but this was the real deal. Crosshair and Tech both caressed her sides, coaxing her to relax and the sniper slowly pushed in. (Y/N) let out a drawn out groan, trying her best to relax as instead, focusing on the trooper below her.

“You are doing so well cyar’ika, such a good girl for us,” Tech praised, watching her eyes roll backward as Crosshair continue to push in.

“So tight ad’ika,” Crosshair said, his voice strained. He was almost fully inside of her, Tech lifting her off his cock until only his tip remained inside. She whimpered at the loss though it didn’t last long as Crosshair finally filled her from behind.

She moaned, the dual sensations and the fullness she was experiencing was a whole new level of pleasure that she hadn’t ft before. Slowly Crossshair pulled out and Tech pushed back in, filling her cunt up with his cock once more. (Y/N) couldn’t help the sounds coming out of her mouth, her eyes glazed over and not a thought in her head besides the two men fucking her.

“Fuck yesss, fuck me so good,” she said as Tech and Crosshair set a good pace, one pushing in as the other pulled out, always making sure (Y/N) had a cock inside her. They kissed and nipped at her body as they fucked her, their pace slowly speeding up as they got more comfortable. It was a dream com true for them both, getting to fuck their girl like this even if they were sharing her.

"Does that feel good ad’ika? Do you feel filled up by our cocks?" Tech growled in (Y/N)’s ear, hands on her hips as he thrusted into her pussy. Her head was resting on his shoulder, hands in either side of his head as she tried to move her hips against them both.

"It feels so f-fucking good,” she cried out, not even trying to hold in the sounds that Crosshair and Tech were forcing out of her, “more please, need more- nghhhh.” They both smirked at her cries, both pleased with how pliant and submissive she had become. Their confident, independent little medic was now a whimpering mess between their bodies, all sense of reality being slowly transformed.

"You're doing so well for us. You’re our little barracks bunny, aren’t you an’edee?” Crosshair spoke seductively in (Y/N)’s other ear, kissing down her back as he thrusted into her from behind, one hand in her hair and the other on her ass, giving each cheek a good spank every now and then.

"You were made for us,” Tech said, his thrusts somehow becoming more forceful. His cock was reaching places inside of her cunt that she had only ever read about on the holonet, her pleasure skyrocketing into the unknown places. She could only moan at Tech words, nodding against his shoulder and feeling the tug of Crosshair’s hand in her hair.

"You're such a good girl,” Crosshair said slyly, his voice dripping with sin and desire as he too picked up the pace. (Y/N) moaned and gripped the sheets underneath Tech a little tighter, her lips finidng their way to his neck and biting down, marking him with her own love bites.

Tech grunted, his hands tightening their grip on (Y/N)’s hips as his stuttered, holding her down against him as Crosshair continued to fuck her ass. She screamed, the feeling of both of them inside her at once was pure ecstasy. Up until now they had thrusted in and out at opposite times, one in and one out but now they had taken it to a whole other galaxy.

It also didn’t help that they were above average in their sizes, their enhancement making them larger than most. Crosshair’s body was lean, not much meat on his body but he was quite muscular. A six pack of abs with a smooth chest and a thin silver happy train leading down to his impressive endowment. He was thick, veiny and cut to perfection, his cock heavy though not as long as expected but still longer than average. Looking down a little more, his balls hung low and were ready to burst with his load.

Tech on the other hand was a little more built, his muscles a little more defined in the arms though still lean in the body. He too had a six pack of abs with a prickly chest and a longer, brown happy trail leading to his cock. Tech wasn’t as thick as Crosshair but what he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. His cock was long and weeping, veiny like Crosshair and cut as well but it hung a little lower between his legs. His balls hung just as low as Crosshair, full of his seed and ready to fill their girl up with all of it.

"I'm your good girl," she moaned, bucking her hips and trying to encourage Tech to start thrusting again. He did so without hesitation, thrusting his hip in time with Crosshair and filling her up with both their dicks together. It was a tight fit, pure unbridled pleasure for all three, relishing in the warmth of their conjoined bodies.

"So dirty. You enjoy having two of us don't you?" Crosshair said, his grip on her hair still tight and painful but pleasurable all the same. (Y/N) could barely nod in acknowledgment to his words, to wrapped up in the sensation of her nether regions being torn apart.

"I do. I enjoy it so much, mmm-" she moaned, her moan turning into a scream as they sped up their pace even more, skin slapping against skin and balls slapping against each others. At this point they didn’t even care, they just wanted to fill her up, cum inside her tight walls and let it be known to anyone that she belonged to them and them alone, The Bad Batch, that is.

"Can you feel us both? Deep down I know you can. Are we making you feel good?" Tech said, words to tight as her brought one of his hands down to her clit, rubbing hard circles against the sensitive bud. (Y/N) moaned, coming without warning and drenching them with her cum. She was panting as they fucked her through it, not stop even as she became over sensitive.

"So good, It feels so good. I can feel you both so far inside, Keep hitting that spot- ohhh," she moaned, voice hoarse and almost inaudible from how much she had exerted herself.

"She's shaking, can you feel it Vod?" Crosshair said, watching (Y/N)’s legs tremble, running his thumb up and down her spine as he thrusted into her even faster than she thought he could.

"Indeed I can, it feels so good,” Tech answered, tight lipped as he focused on his thrusts, wanting to draw another orgasm from the woman before he came. He wanted to make her cum in his cock again, wanting to feel her clench around him.

"Look at her face, she's so gorgeous,” Tech said to Crosshair, the sniper leaning over as best her could and taking a hold of (Y/N)’s chin to look at her face. Her eyes were cloudy and wide, tongue out and breathing uneven. She was so cock drunk that it made him grin wickedly, their mission accomplished even before they had filled her up.

"P-please, it feels so good,” (Y/N) said, hips bouncing against Tech and Crosshair, trying to entice them to cum with her. She had almost no words to describe how good they made her feel, how full she was and how she wanted them to cum inside her.

"Are you almost there ad’ika? Are you going to cum for us again?" Crosshair said, emphasizing his words with another powerful thrust. Her reached around her body with his unoccupied hand, grabbing at her chest and pulling at her nipples which made her scream.

"Yes yes yes yes please! Please don't stop please!"

And they didn't. Not until they had emptied themselves inside her and she had squirted all over them, both men praising her for the display.

Deep heavy breathing and sweat covered bodies are all that were left, cuddled up on (Y/N)’s bunk. She was content and fully satisfied, scratching Tech’s head and Crosshairs back, both men sighing in contentment. They laid there in bliss, the afterglow of their orgasms making them all feel relaxed.

That’s when the door to the Barack’s opened, three pairs of foot steps making their way in before the door closed again.

“Well well well. I hope you saved enough energy for us Mesh’la.”

Oh shitttt

I hope you all enjoyed this!

Next story is scheduled for January 20th so keep an eyes for that. It will be Wrecker x Reader😈 so if you would like a tag for when it’s up, comment down below!

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Heated ~ pt. 1

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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. 

No warnings for this, just world building... welcome lol.

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After approximately 90 rotations aboard the Marauder, give or take a few days, you were ready to disembark. 

Tech, of course, calculated the accurate amount of time, but you were running on inner planetary standard time. You were exhausted. Truly and totally exhausted. The battles along the outer rim were beginning to overtake every waking thought, and the war only seemed to be escalating. Even though you were just a medical technician, it seemed like you never had a moment to breathe.

The boys had been sent on one mission after another to the most backwater planets you’d never even heard of. In the beginning of working with Clone Force 99, you were thrilled. 

Tired of being on the front lines with Captain Rex and General Skywalker, you thought this would have been a cakewalk compared to tending to the 501st. (Or as you liked to call them, the most reckless GAR unit in history.) Boy, were you wrong…

Rex assigning you to Clone Force 99 had been one of the most challenging places you think a young medic like yourself could have gone. 

These men, in particular, were a unique kind of reckless, and they always seemed to end up in the craziest situations. 

That didn’t mean you didn’t come to grow fond of them, but as GAR procedure demands, they must return to Coruscant for their quarterly medical examinations, and you were relieved. 

While you didn’t particularly care for the bustle of the high-density planet, you could appreciate not being shot at, chased, or bombed at any given second.

The Marauder also didn’t offer the same level of comfort as the Venator Attack Cruisers you’d become accustomed to staying on for months at a time. But it’s alright, you’ve come to enjoy your time with special force 99. 

For a bunch of chaotic Alphas, they were pleasant company. 

Sergeant Hunter was the leader and a remarkable tracker. You couldn’t help but marvel at his heightened abilities; it was really interesting from a medical standpoint. Tech had the brain capacity of a supercomputer and his ex-arc trooper friend, Echo. You actually had known Echo from your early days serving under the 501st. 

It was nice having him around; he seemed to keep the peace and offered some much-needed familiarity. Then there was Wrecker, the sweetest man-child you’d ever met. He had a love for blowing things up, which you found hilarious, and finally, there was Crosshair. You never really knew where you stood with the man. Echo told you it’s because he’s not used to strangers hanging out with his brothers, but you weren’t quite sure. The Alpha was quiet and calculated. He didn’t miss a thing, not with his heightened reflexes. He never said much to you; he often operated in silence unless it was to piss off Hunter, which seemed to be more often than you realized. 

He, however, treated you indifferently. It was just odd for an Alpha to not acknowledge an Omega. Not to say you needed his attention, it was just different. You speculated it had to do with his genetic mutations; maybe he was too good at focusing on his objective. Omegas hardly phased him.

“You ready, Pip?” Wrecker gave your shoulders a gentle shake. 

You smiled at the nickname. “Yeah Wreck, ugh I just really want a real shower.” You sighed, getting a little impatient. 

The Marauder was waiting for landing clearance while you made quick work stowing away the last few stray supplies. You made notes of all the supplies that had been depleted, which was most of it. You shook your head; you’d be raiding the GAR supply facility before deployment for certain. 

“You and me both,” Hunter snorted and settled down in one of the chairs in the cockpit.

Poor guy, you realized, probably had the worst of it all. Living amongst five sweaty dirty men and one medic had his scent on overdrive. Not to mention the dulled pheromones. Being surrounded by so many alphas, the stench was probably awful for him. 

You, however, being an omega on the smaller side, couldn’t smell much, not with your implant which was due for replacement this quarter. Hunter never mentioned anything to you about smell. You just hoped it wasn’t too much for him with all of your implants thankfully. It never seemed like an issue for him. 

“We’re clear for landing,” Echo chirped from the copilot seat. Everyone came up to the front to strap into the jump seats. Crosshair brought your packed bag up with him and placed it gently under your feet before he took the seat next to you and strapped in. You thanked him, and he gave you a silent nod still chewing on his toothpick. 

Echo and Tech gently landed the Marauder in the GAR main hangar bay and finished up the last cross check before disembarking. Wrecker was kind and offered to carry your duffle filled with your civvies and toiletries. You thanked him and followed him out of the Marauder. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you smiled at the feeling of real sun on your skin. 

Looking down the steps, you squealed, noticing all of the white and blue plastoid on the other side of the hangar bay. Running at full speed, you nearly tripped over your own feet, flinging yourself at Kix. 

He noticed you last minute and swooped you up into his arms, “Hey Tiny! I didn’t know you were on rotation already?” He picked you up and spun you around before putting you down. Your excitement to see your old unit was overwhelming; you couldn’t help but smile as more of your friends on the 501st ran over to give you a hug or a playful shove.

You missed the way Wrecker gawked at your reaction to the Regs. “Well, she certainly doesn’t do that with us,” Tech noted, watching you rub up against the alphas in a comforting manner, purring under their affection. 

“Fucking Regs,” Crosshair groused. 

Echo remembered how fond you are of the 501st. He remembered when you were a newbie just starting your medical field days bonding with General Tano as teens. He felt a little nostalgic watching you with his vod. He laughed remembering how Ahsoka would scent you before sending you out into the field. They loved you so much. 

Tech noted how comfortable you were with their touch and scenting. Something no one in their unit ever attempted with you. Of course, they were aware of your designation, but they tried their hardest to be respectful. Hunter had made it extremely clear no one was supposed to touch you unless necessary. It had been six months of your service on their unit, and no one has ever gotten this close with you except Wrecker, but it wasn’t anything like that. 

The alpha in Tech was a little upset by this. Why didn’t the omega feel comfortable with them? 

Hunter listened to the way you preened under their attention, and his chest pained a bit hearing your purrs. Was he… jealous? No. That’s his medic, that's all. He had read your file; you’d been with them for most of the war. Of course, that would make you closer. He could smell the happy pheromones you spread from where they were. You were happy with the 501st’s attention; it wasn’t something he knew you craved.

“I’m here for quarterlies,” you tapped your shoulder, “And I’m due for replacement.” You sighed. “Ahh,” Kix smirked, “Difficult enough dealing with us reg alphas huh? Gotta deal with defects now too huh? Got that implant working overtime.” 

You rolled your eyes and shoved him. 

A cough behind you caught your attention. You spun around to see your unit catching up, looking a little perturbed, especially Crosshair. He’s never warmed up to the Regs and didn’t particularly like you sharing your fond stories about them. You usually keep to yourself in his presence or else he’d get a little hostile. 

“Sarge,” Kix greeted with a head tilt. 

“Kix,” Hunter gave him a polite nod, “Captain.” He looked beyond you. 

You spun around, “Rex!” You ran at him, wrapping yourself around your old captain. “Hey kid,” he laughed, giving you a pat on the head looking down at you.

 “I’m older than you, Captain,” you rolled your eyes with a smile. 

“So you like to remind me,” he laughed, suddenly realizing how much he had missed you. 

You stepped back with a huge smile. Suddenly everything was starting to feel good again. 90 rotations didn’t seem so terrible anymore. You giggled as they all filed in demanding to know how you’ve been.

 “We’re heading to 79’s later,” Jesse smiled, “You gotta come Y/N. I wanna hear about your adventures to the outer rim.” 

“Especially me,” Fives trotted forwards shoving you playfully aside before embracing his brother Echo, “Vod!” He hugged Echo tight. Echo relaxed into his hug and gave him a curt smile. “How you doing?” Fives asked, wrapping his arm around Echo’s shoulder before walking off with him towards the barracks to no doubt catch up. 

“I got a replacement due,” you sighed, “I can’t drink but I’ll stop by for a bit to catch up!” 

They all seemed to light up at that, “See you there, kid!” Captain Rex gave you a nod and turned on his heel to get back to work and make sure the General’s Venator was getting proper maintenance. 

“C’mon, Pip,” Hunter was leading the others towards the medical campus for their quarterlies. 

You huffed, “Coming, Sarge.” 

“Pip?” You heard the others laugh a bit at your new nickname when you trailed off behind your new unit. Damn their long legs you were struggling to hold pace with them. 

Crosshair gave you an incredulous look watching you try to catch up. You gave it right back to him. 

“Miss your precious Regs?” He sneered. You didn’t miss the way Tech’s shoulders stiffened. Wrecker and Hunter pretended not to hear, but you knew they did. You suddenly missed having Echo as your defense. 

“What?” You looked at him. 

“You heard me,” he growled. 

“Of course I missed my old unit. I haven’t seen them in six standard months, Crosshair.” 

“That all?” He was cold. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You stopped and crossed your arms forcing him to stop walking. 

Crosshair pointed his toothpick at you, “Throwing yourself at a bunch of alphas like a bitch in hea-”

 “Enough!” Hunter growled. 

Your cheeks burned red. How dare he. You looked to Wrecker and then Tech but the looks on their faces didn’t exactly show any support for you. Did they agree?…Maker. Wrecker lowered his gaze which surprised you the most. 

Crosshair never really said much to you besides if you asked him an immediate question about his health or an injury. He usually somewhat avoided you. But you never thought he disliked you, at least up until now. The disgust was obvious on his face. 

You just shook your head and continued stalking towards the medical campus, ignoring Hunter’s call. Your shore-leave was becoming more and more desirable by the second. You wanted space especially from Mr. dark and gloomy. 

Deciding you’ve had enough of them, you detoured for your department entrance leaving them to go into the main medical campus alone. You knew Tech had all of your reports stowed on his datapad records. They would survive without you at least for now. You thought you heard Wrecker whimper behind you, but the sound of ion engines priming drowned out the rest before you stepped inside the medic clinic. Fuck Crosshair. What a dickhead.

You shook your head knowing you had other things to focus on besides his stupid little attitude. 

Passing through multiple security clearances, you stepped into the sterile clinic’s main lobby. 

“Medic Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar soft voice. 

“Hi Layla.” You smiled sweetly at the nurse who you came to know during your training program. Being an omega, she opted to stay on base instead of venturing out into the battle fronts she was definitely more gentle mannered than yourself. You preferred some action and excitement. 

“In for your quarterly’s?”

"Yeah, and I need a new replacement implant," you muttered as you trailed behind Layla toward one of the deserted exam rooms. The clinical white walls felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaotic memories you shared here. You reminisced about your early days serving the GAR, where Layla and you tended to wounded soldiers and even brushed shoulders with the occasional Jedi. But that was before you were transferred to General Skywalker’s unit, thrust into the heart of battle and endless repairs for him and his Padawan. You missed the simplicity of those days, the camaraderie with Layla.

”How’s the 501st treating you?" Layla's voice broke through your reverie as she handed you a crumpled paper gown.

"I got transferred to Special Forces 99," you replied, shedding your uniform behind the flimsy curtain. "They’re a different breed, that's for sure."

"Clone Force 99?" Layla's eyebrows rose in curiosity.

“Yeah.” you confirmed, feeling a flicker of amusement at her reaction.

As Layla chewed on her pen, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "The Sergeant’s pretty hot."

Your cheeks flushed, and you nearly stumbled over your words before recovering. “Layla…” You gawked.

She giggled and sat down on her roller stool. "Don’t lie and say you’ve never thought about it."

Well, obviously you’ve thought about it. They’re all honestly pretty hot, but you’d never admit that out loud.

"Now where have you seen Hunter like that?" you giggled at her cheekiness.

"I watch the holonet streams every once in a while. Especially after the retrieval on Skako Minor, General Skywalker and Sergeant CT-9901 were all over the holonet for weeks," she mused. "An omega’s wet dream."

You screamed and threw your boot at her. You two looked at each other momentarily before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Man, you missed Layla. Honestly, you just missed having another girl to talk to. This was such a refresher from the overwhelming amount of Alpha.

You hopped up on the table, lying down, trying to get comfortable.

"What’s he like?" her tone shifted into mischief.

You hesitated, memories of Hunter flooding your mind. "He’s… different. Polite, I guess."

Layla raised an eyebrow, her expression demanding the truth. “Girl…” she slapped your shoulder, grabbing her scanner to document your entire system from head to toe.

"Well, I don’t know!" you put your hands up in defense. "He’s quite the gentleman. None of them so much as look, Layla, I swear."

She just looked at you with a raised brow while she continued her work, “Yeah right.”

"But…" you smirked, watching her work, "I do know the tattoos go to his feet…" you bit your lip.

Now it was her turn to choke. "You’re lying…" Her interest was piqued.

You shook your head. "Full skeleton all the way down his arm, ribs, thigh…"

You two sighed.

She finished her scan and input the data before sliding her roller chair right next to you. "Everywhere?"

You raised a brow. "Everywhere," you confirmed with a nod.

She put her hand over her chest in a dramatic manner before prepping the numbing agent for your implant.

You remembered the day you found out this information about your Sergeant. Up until this point, you’d only seen maybe an arm or some knuckles in your medical repairs, but this time Hunter had taken a pretty bad hit to his side and thigh. Multiple blaster wounds had torn him up, and Tech had helped him limp back to the ship before they both collapsed on the floor. You had flung yourself out of your bunk at the commotion only to realize what had happened.

Tech helped you tear off Hunter’s armor and helmet, trying to figure out where the wounds were. Luckily, they hadn’t gone through, and it was mostly just surface wounds, but you still had to cut through his blacks to get to it, leaving his entire left side exposed. He had growled at you, but Tech had set him straight. He was just in pain.

That’s when you realized his entire left side was tattooed like his face, all the way down to his feet. You mumbled a quick apology before starting your cleaning process and bacta application.

The wounds had healed up nicely, but he had to re-tattoo the fresh skin the next time they had shore-leave. You had also stowed away the information of how muscular he was. The man was truly a work of art.

A sharp jab snapped you out of your memories when Layla removed the old suppressor implant. You yelped when the new one went in, making you a bit dizzy with pain. You hissed when she retracted the mechanism.

"There we go," she beamed. "Good as new."

"Thanks, Layla," you said, sitting up, letting her bandage the small incision wound with a bacta patch. The soothing coldness was immediate. You sighed in relief as the pain dulled.

"I told Rex I’d be at 79’s later, if you want to come?" you offered, slipping from the table to give her a hug.

"As much as I’d love to play with the captain, I have so much work to catch up on for quarterly's. I better stay here," she sighed, pushing her chair back into place. "But you have fun, and enjoy your time off. Come back to visit if you get bored."

You giggled. "I will." And with that, she left you to change back into your uniform before leaving the medic’s clinic. The hangar bay was significantly more empty now as you made your way over to civilian transport. After exiting the security checkpoint, you made your way over to the clone transport. "Can you take me to residential?" you asked the officer in the pilot’s seat. He gave you a nod, and you settled back into the transport’s seats. With a sigh, you were finally starting to relax a bit. You knew the boys were probably already back at their barracks after their examinations, so you knew they wouldn’t be bothering you for at least a few rotations.

When you finally arrived to the GAR residential building you gave the driver a thanks before hoping out and skipping over to the front door. You couldn’t wait to get to your quarters and enjoy a long hot shower. Swiping your clearance card, you dashed into the elevator to your floor and into your room. It smelled like you needed to open a window but other then that is was just as you left it. Knowing you’d have to get some food delivered, you gave a dramatic sigh while kicking off your regulation boots. You went to unzip your uniform top when you heard the swish of clothing and a familiar scoff. 

You turned suddenly seeing Crosshair standing in your kitchen in his civvies looking tall and menacing. 

“Maker! Crosshair!” You put a hand on your chest, “You scared me!” 

“Sorry little one.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. 

You looked around suddenly remembering you’re in YOUR apartment. 

“What the hell are you doing here Crosshair?” You narrowed your gaze at him getting mad all over again. 

“Hunter is making me apologize for earlier.” He grumbled around his toothpick. 

You hummed, “How did you get in here?” 

He held up the Sergeant’s entry card. Of course… dammit Hunter.

“Here.” He slid your duffle across the floor to you. A peace offering. You were grateful for that at least. 

A deep pang in your shoulder made you grimace “Thanks.” You unzipped your uniform top leaving you in your bindings not caring if he looked. He didn’t seem phased anyways. The bacta patch stained red with your blood. He narrowed his eyes to the incision. You knelt down to your duffle and pulled out your field kit. You grabbed a dose of pain killer and brought the injector up to the wound site. You pressed the mechanism and the needle stabbed you quickly injecting the medicine. You rolled your shoulder and replaced the bacta patch seeing the wound turning to a simple line. Soon it would be gone in a few hours. 

“So?” You looked at the tall sniper. 

He lifted a brow. 

You crossed your arms, “Your apology?” 

He snorted and stood up straight before walking past you. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled before stepping back out into the hallway and disappearing. 

You sighed knowing that was all you’re going to get from the grumpy soldier. Whatever, you’d take it. 

~~~

The shower that followed was worth it. You had never felt so clean in your few years in this universe. The piping hot water cleansed you of three standard months of sweat, bomb residue, and blood. You scrubbed and scrubbed until your skin flared red before you stepped out of the shower to get ready. Throwing on your favorite civvies and some makeup, you quickly dried your hair before throwing on your regulation boots. Grabbing your com and a few credits. You practically skipped out of your apartment making a beeline for 79’s. You couldn’t wait to catch up with your old friends.

When you arrived, you heard an uproar of men yelling your name. You looked over to see Fives, Jesse, Kix, and the others wave you over. 

“Tiny!” You got tackled by Fives. He put you in a headlock and ruffled your hair despite your cries. You shoved him off of you knowing he must have scented you in the process. 

“Ugh! Fives you reek.” You scrunched your nose smelling the alpha on him it was stronger then usual.

“Sorry tiny.” He laughed rubbing the back of his neck, “We gotta get our implants replaced too.” 

You shook your head and plopped down in the booth next to Kix with a laugh. He shoved the snack plate in your face continuing his conversation with another soldier to his right. You were starving and started munching down on the mantell mix.

“Hope that wont be a problem kid.” Rex smiled at you. 

You just yanked your collar down to show them the patch, “All good captain.” 

That made them relax. The 501st is many things, but they were always chivalrous towards you. Being their favorite omega and all, they had always taken a very protective stance with you. None of them tried anything and they had always kept away the creeps. You were thankful for their protection. 

Your current hoard of alphas though, you didn’t really know where you stood with them. They kind of pretended like you weren’t there. You quickly realized they weren’t used to working with strangers, and an omega of all things. At first they treated you like a fragile little thing. Like they were worried they’d step on you. They couldn’t help but stare. You didn’t really blame them. Eventually it wore off and they seemed to become a bit more comfortable with your presence. Until it became normal. Except Crosshair, he never seemed to warm up to you and kept you at arms length. 

“So how’s your new unit?” Fives asked sounding a bit jealous. 

You giggled, “They’re.. nice.” 

They all looked at you. 

“What?” You shrunk under their looks. Even Rex stared. 

“Nice?” Jesse laughed. 

“That’s not exactly the word I’d use.” Rex raised a brow, “You’re okay, right kid?” 

You opened your mouth in shock, “Guys I’m okay. I swear.”

They visibly relaxed. 

“Look, it took some getting used to. I don’t think they’ve ever been around strangers before they’re very close. Clearly. Eventually they warmed up. Except the sniper. I think he might actually not like me.” 

Fives just scoffed, “It’s because your’e hot cyar’ika”

Jesse punched him in the stomach. Fives doubled over and everyone at the table grumbled at him. You just felt your cheeks burn up and you hid behind Kix’s shoulder. 

“Fives…” Rex sighed. 

“What?” He choked out, “I’m just saying. I don’t think those defects have been anywhere near a woman much less an omega. Aye!” He blocked Jesse’s punch again. 

“What omega?” You heard a gruff voice approach. 

It was Commander Wolffe and the pack still in uniform. Rex got up and clapped him on the shoulder getting him settled in. He placed his helmet on the table and peered over at you. 

“I don’t think we’ve met cyar’ika.” He grinned at you showing off his scar and grey iris. 

You felt your heart rate increase under his intense stare. You could tell this alpha was seasoned, first generation from the looks of him. You were certain that if you didn’t have your implant, you'd be keening for his attention. Instead, you submissively lowered your gaze and leaned into Kix a bit. He wrapped an arm around you and looked up at the Commander, saying, “This is Y/N; we call her Tiny.” He shook you playfully, adding, “She used to be our medic. Now she’s with the 99’s.”

Wolffe let out a low whistle. “The 99’s? Must be exciting. Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, extending a hand, which you took, giving it a good shake. His calloused fingers lingered a bit as he ran them over your soft knuckles.

Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you said, “Nice to meet you, Commander,” giving him a polite smile.

He smiled back, clearly pleased with your attention. Oh, he liked you, you thought to yourself. He then gently released your hand and turned to his men. “Let’s get a round of drinks. We’re off for quarterly’s!”

His men let out a whooping shout, and the waitress took down their orders. The pack quickly became rowdy, opting for roughhousing with each other and the shinies. After a long while of dodging his gaze and eating the food Kix placed in front of you, you decided you needed a cold glass of water and squeezed out from under Kix’s arm. The stench of so many alphas was starting to become too much, even with the implant. You were praying they couldn’t smell the nervousness on you.

Walking up to the bar, the woman smiled at you. She recognized you, as you usually spent your time with the boys when you were off. She gave you a little wave and bounced over, asking what you wanted.

“Just water for me,” you smiled. She smiled back and went to fill up your glass.

“What’s a pretty little omega doing in a place like this?” a shiny walked up to you, placing himself uncomfortably close to your back. You turned, facing him square on. Despite all clones being created as alphas, this one was young and stupid. Your omega instincts told you he’d be a weak mate. You noticed the lack of markings and scratches on his armor. He’s barely seen anything, you realized.

“I’m here with my friends,” you replied curtly, taking the glass of ice water from the bartender with a nod. You went to move away, but he caught your arm in a tight grip. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to assert his dominance and stop you from leaving. You just looked at his hand and then up to his face.

“I wasn’t done with you… omega,” he leered, leaning forward to run his nose closer to your scent glands. Your heart rate increased for all the wrong reasons. Fear started to creep up inside you the longer he had his hands on you. Now you wished Fives had scented you for real. 

“Why are you messing with my medic?” 

You stiffened. 

Hunter’s smokey voice cut through the music of the club making your entire spine tingle. Hunter had used his Alpha tone making you tremble in spot. The shiny suddenly looked up eyes going wide. He quickly released you and saluted Hunter.“Sorry Seargant. I didn’t know she was yours.” 

“Hmm” Hunter dismissed him and grabbed you by the same arm the shiny had just moments ago, except this time the touch didn’t feel dangerous. Instead it made your stomach flip. He’d never touched you unless it was for medical purposes. You couldn’t help the little preen inside you bubbling up. Alpha Protects. He lead you past the shiny and over to an empty booth in the back of the club. You could hear Layla’s voice ringing in your head. She’d be eating this up right now. You prayed your pheromones didn’t give you away.

He finally let you go when you reached the booth waiting for you to slide in. You immediately missed the warmth of his bare hand. You realized they were all in their civvies, well except tech, he still had his helmet near by. The rest of them slid into the booth following suit. 

“She’s smells like Regs.” Wrecker crinkled his nose. Between, Fives, Kix, and the shiny you knew you reeked.

“Sorry.” You mumbled taking a sip of your water still a little pissed with them.

“You okay pip?” Hunter asked looking you in the eyes. You suddenly shied away from his gaze looking down at his shirt collar nodding. His eyes were too intense. You usually didn’t have a problem, but you were still trebling from the effects of his voice lingering. 

“Did something happen?” Tech asked from around Hunter’s shoulder. 

“I’m alright. Just a dumb shiny.” You felt like you were being suffocated by their stares. 

They laughed a bit at that. 

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore.” Wrecker shoved you under his arm and rubbed his scent all over you. You coughed and sputtered trying to shove him away but it was no use. Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Alright Wrecker enough.” Hunter sighed looking down at you drowning in alpha, “She’s covered.” 

“Ugh.” You tried to straightening out your hair and top a bit, “Easy next time big guy. I think every alpha for a mile can smell me now.” 

He just gleamed. You couldn’t help but be a bit grateful. It seems like everyone was due for an updated implant. The smells were getting to be out of control. No one would come near you now. Even the rough housing seemed to be a little aggressive than usual. They had asked you about the wolf pack but you just shrugged watching their rough housing turn into full on brawls.

The boys continued talking about something random that Tech had info dumped about and Wrecker of course was confused. You continued to sip on your ice water before you heard your name being called. You popped your head up from the booth to find Fives looking for you. You sighed and put your cup down. Part of you didn’t want to go back because of the attention the commander was giving you, but the other part of you wanted to spend some time with Rex and the boys. Damn these alphas. 

Opting to stay where you were, Fives and the boys decided to come over towards you. Knowing this was probably going to go badly, you shrunk into the booth. Hunter eyed you before he heard Crosshair snarl. A large group of Regs came trotting over to come socialize like a bunch of drunk pups. They all pulled up chairs and surrounded the booth with their rambunctiousness. 

“Where’d you go Tiny?” Jesse was sloshed. Leaning over Fives who was barely holding himself together. 

“Tiny, did you see the way the commander was looking at you?” Fives shoved Jesse off of him, “I think he’s trying to-” he jiggled his brows suggestively at you and you just shook your head and wanted to melt into the table. Please not this. Not with my commanding officer present. Not my very hot commanding officer present. You wanted to slap Layla why did she have to start putting these thoughts into your head. 

“Commander Wolffe?” Tech asked for clarification. 

Fives just nodded taking another big sip from his cup.

“Someone shoot me.” You covered your face you were too sober for this conversation. You could feel Crosshairs smirk from across the table.

“Awh pip.” Wrecker just grabbed you again and shook you around, “The Commander thinks you’re prettyyyy.” 

Fives and Jesse giggled. Hunter and the others just looked uncomfortable. Obviously they weren’t the most social, nor playful. This was just embarrassing. Your only comfort was Wrecker. He was always the nicest anyways. You just tucked yourself into his side forgetting his betrayal earlier. 

“The Commander wants to rut with Y/N?” Tech asked. 

“Maker.” You wanted to dissipate into thin air.

“Mhmm.” Jesse and Fives nodded with cheesy grins, “she gave him the eyes.” 

You scoffed, “I did not!” 

“Yeah you did!” Fives giggles. He then looked at Jesse and re-enacted the whole scene dramatically, “It’s nice to meet you commander.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jesse and held his hand. You groaned and put your head down on the table. 

“I need a drink.” You whimpered not able to take the teasing.

“Is that wise?” Tech chimed in, “You just had your implant replaced. It’s advised to not drink for the first 24 hours or else it may be ineffective.” 

“Kriff.” You sighed. 

“And that’s my cue to come rescue Tiny.” Kix interjected and yanked you up from the booth taking you far away from this painfully awkward conversation. You thanked him profusely letting him guide you.

“You’re nervous when you’re sober.” He laughed walking over to the dance floor with you. 

“I’m nervous because of my Sergeant.” You whisper in his ear. He just gives you a questionable look. You laugh and shake your head, “A friend of mine said something today and I can’t get it out of my stupid omega head.” 

“Oh?” He raised a brow dancing to the beat. 

“Shut up.” You laughed praying Hunter couldn’t hear you over the yelling and music, “They also don’t like the “Regs,” you shook your head. 

“Well I know why.” He replied spinning you around. 

“Why?” You asked swaying to the beat. 

“Everyone was so mean to them growing up. Kids are horrible you know. But because they’re different they definitely dealt with a lot during training days.” Kix informed you. Suddenly everything made sense. Especially why Crosshair can’t seem to socialize with Regs to save his life. 

“Plus, the Captain decked the sniper on Skako Minor.” Kix said cheekily. 

You dropped your jaw, “Rex?” You couldn’t believe it. There’s no way level headed Rex lost it with Crosshair.

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “They got into it while trying to find Echo.” 

“No way.” You couldn’t believe it. While dancing you peered over at the table to find the four 99’s watching you completely ignoring the drunk shenanigans from the 501st boys. The only one interacting was Echo. You could tell there was a part of him that missed his brothers. They continued to drink and talk amongst themselves while you and Kix danced on the floor. Some of the other 501st boys joined you before linking up with pretty omegas vying for their attention. Clearly their interests were else where.

You definitely didn’t miss the way the Commander seemed to be unable to take his eyes off of you from his chair. You chose to ignore him. 

An alpha like that could send you into heat with or without an implant. You however had a job to do, and being stuck in his bed for a week wouldn’t suffice. The mortification of even thinking about returning to the Marauder after that. You couldn’t even go there. Crosshair would literally never let you hear the end of it. He might shove you out of the airlock when you weren’t expecting it. 

Kix seemed to be reading your mind and elected to giggle. You slapped him on the arm and he feigned injury. Just then, you noticed the Commander stand and seemingly decide to come your way. Feeling there to flee, you quickly hugged Kix and made a dart for the door. Grabbing your comm you let the boys know you’d be returning to your apartment but to your dismay, Hunter replied…

“Don’t bother we just got special orders. We’re shipping out tonight.” He sounded tired. So much for shore-leave.

“Ugh.” You whined turning to the taxi waiting by the club entrance. You put your comm away in your pocket and fished around for a few credits ignoring the way the cool evening air chilled your skin.

“Something wrong Cyar’ika?” The gruff voice you were dreading came from behind you. Damn your omega tendencies. You turned keeping your eyes lowered. 

“Everything is alright Commander.” You replied sweetly, “I just got informed my break has been cut short. We ship out again tonight.” 

He sighed stepping forwards and placed his pointer finger under your chin to tilt your head up. You nearly whimpered looking into his scarred eye. Alpha’s strong. Alpha likes you. Alpha smells good. Really good. You wanted to whine when his eye zeroed in on yours. He wanted your eyes on him that was for certain. Maybe a breakout heat with the Commander wouldn’t be too bad…

“Well if you ever need anything you let me know, yeah?” The Commander smiled wolfishly at you and released you. You took a deep breath and took a step back and nodded your head. 

“Y/N?” You heard Tech’s call come to your rescue, “Do you need a ride?” 

You grabbed your comm and quickly responded with shaking hands, “Yeah that would be nice thank you Tech.” 

It wasn’t long until their speeder arrived and you turned back to the Commander who had no issue walking you over to your unit. You could tell by Hunter skeptical glance that he was trying to figure out the situation. The Commander passed you over to your men and have you a nod before putting his helmet back on and walking back into the club. 

“What was that about?” Hunter asked with a raised brow. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” You shook your head and practically dove into the speeder. 

“Did the Commander proposition you?” Tech asked pushing his glasses back up. 

You squeaked and hid in the backseat. 

“Stop bothering her.” Echo shook his head. Thank the maker for Echo. 

“It was a harmless question.” Tech justified, “As we were talking about his strange attentions earlier and Y/N’s even more unordinary response according to the Regs.” 

You looked out the window of the speeder at the endless city below, “I’m going to jump.” You half joked. 

“Tech please drop it.” Echo implored, “You’re making her uncomfortable… and me.” 

“It’s just biological responses.” Tech grumbled into his data pad, “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

You sighed. This was going to be another long mission, and then you were going to take it upon yourself to insure you got a vacation. Hopefully there was something Rex could do to get you some time off for real this time far away from all of these men. 

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This part one, I'll be posting regularly to this story, I hope y'all enjoy!

[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?)

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part 5

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female continued story with The Bad Batch in 3rd person 🖤Smut with a Plot series🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Multi Partners, Echo’s doubt & self esteem issues, PiV Creampie, Toys, Cybernetics

Word Count: 4.3k

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Part 4 Part 6

Story Master List

Your heart was finally starting to calm down, a cool sweat had danced across your body and your mind kept trailing to Crosshair, the tiny emotion that broke through. It was still rough yet tender, you don't expect that man to know what gentle is even if it smacked him across the face. You ran your fingers across the pillow, the smell of him lingered. It was calming, all of them smell so unique you could tell who was who just but the smell. You closed your eyes and wondering what you got yourself into, if it was worth the trouble it was going to cause and it definitely was going to cause a lot. The door opened and you peered over to see who it was, Tech who obviously was very flustered came walking over finicking with his goggles before kneeling front of you. Red hot embarrassment flashed across your face remembering all of the marks Crosshair left on you.

His fingers grazed near the marks on your neck watching you wince, "Those are very painful," letting his voice not show anything.

"He needed to it get it out of his system," you said wondering if it was more then that, a warning.

"I'm surprised you weren't intruded upon, a handful of Regs were taking about the noises coming out of this room. Do you need medical attention?" He said pulling his fingers away from you.

"A shower, and maybe a few patches but I might leave one of them."

"Why?"

"Because I do belong you boys, it would be fair if each of you left one."

Techs eyebrow shot up, "I'm not sure if that would be the best for Crosshair, as much as I enjoy it."

"You think these were meant for you all to see?" You said feeling the hesitation rolling off of him.

"It would align with his trail of thinking."

Echo walked it, wandering what was taking Tech so long. He found Tech bent over you, blocking his view.

"It looks like you got into a fight with a Quarren and lost," his eyes opened and his mouth turned down, "there is no way we're smuggling her out of this room looking like that."

"We're not, but you are. Perhaps even if a Reg saw you together they would pick on you less," doing his best to be optimistic, Tech fully agreed with that statement.

"Fine, they're still in the mess. Keep them busy, can't be in two places at once," Echo uttered shaking his head.

Echo noticed her wincing went to sat up and put her legs over the edge of the bed, noticing the bruises on the delicate parts of her body. Frustration coursed through his hardware. Crosshair had crossed a line, he was going to good piece of his mind later because being rough was one thing but this looked like torture.

"Your head is loud" You mumbled at him trying to distract him from whatever was troubling him.

"Crosshair held this back?" Gesturing to the sight of you, "What if he wanted another couple days, you would be in the tank again."

"Echo, I'm okay."

"He just crossed a line."

You kissed him catching him off guard, "I am okay," you said each word staring into those big gold eyes which he only had.

"Let's get you to the shower then I'll apply the patches," he said helping you up with your legs still partially wobbly under you, your arm up around his neck and his hand clutching your waist for dear life.

Of course Troopers were passing by, gawking at him and the blush over both of our faces. Echo's fingers dug a little more into you continuing forward.

"What's a girl like that doing with him?" "She looks like she had a good time" "Do you think his brothers joined him?" "They've been in the mess." "Damn, maybe when he's done I could have some fun with that."

The Bad had their own private showers around the corner, given they were one of the only squads that were actual base was on Kamino. Echo helped you into the shower and was trying to leave when you asked him to stay. He blinked but obligated staying on the outskirts of the wall trying to stare at your form as you undressed. You wagged your hips a little bit as a tease before hoping in the showering. Making sure to bend over to scrub foot to hip before standing up to finish washing your sore neck and shoulders. You turned out the water ringing your hair out the best you could before grabbing the towel Echo was holding for you.

"You know your head is very loud right," you joked patting off.

"You have no idea" he huffed turning his face away.

You finished drying off and putting on a pair of blacks that covered most of the bruises except for the dark one under your ear. You did a playful little spin for him, which got a little grin out of him. Walking back to the barracks the stares were lighter but the warmth still spread across your cross but when you looked at Echos his was only more sunken in.

"Hey, I like you the way you are Echo."

"Back when I was a reg, I would have believed it."

You pushed him up against the wall in perfect view of everyone, your hand flat against his chest "Listen here, most of these boys haven't even faced real combat. You are a WAR HERO, Echo. Their opinions shouldn't matter. You lived through hell's I couldn't imagine and came out still wanting to be a Trooper, choosing to serve in a suicide squad to protect the Republic and your brothers from having to do it. You got that Trooper?" you said letting your hand into a finger  digging into his chest.

"Yes, General," he said with a small smile.

You kissed his cheek, "Good. Now I'm starving."

Instead of getting changed into regular attire, you stayed in the blacks even when Echo tried to drag you back into the barracks to change because everyone was staring. You jumped out the way of his bear tackle, bouncing back and forth down the wall waiting for him to catch up. He muttered something about be a dead man before catching up.

"Feel better?" You asked smiling.

"Do you really think that highly of me?" He asked quietly.

"I do now it's just a matter of getting you to think that."

You watched Crosshair's eyes squint as you entered the mess, staring you up and down. Wrecker whistled. Hunter growled at a comment a reg said walking by and poor Tech was to engrossed in whatever he was reading to look up until Wrecker smacked him in the back of the head to get his attention. His jaw dropped as he fixed his twisted googled.

"Echo, I don't think is what I meant by Regs would pick on you less."

"She insisted."

"If their going to stare, it might as well be me instead of you guys."

"That is actually logical, I'm impressed."

"I didn't think she could get any hotter," Wrecker said staring.

"You have no idea," Hunter leered.

"Why are you wearing that?" Crosshair gritted out.

"Because of that," you smiled walking over to grab food.

"Succubus," he muttered.

You can tell all of them were watching as you swayed passed. Most of the Regs eyes were on you too.

"You know you're going to get someone in trouble for wearing that?" Wolffe said sneaking up on you.

You jumped a little, "I think you may get in trouble if you keep staring."

"Oh they already want to get a piece of me."

"What did you do?"

"I may have told them."

"You are sooo a dead man," you laughed, remember on the names slipped out after the fight.

"Might be a better option compared to Crosshair's glare," he said looking at him and then back at you, "Everyone has also heard about last night. You might want to head out soon to avoid the backlash."

"Me? Back down from a fight?-"

"-For their sake."

"Fine, well eat and head out. Thank you Wolffe."

"Just watching out for my pack, good luck out there."

You relayed the message back to the boys once you got to the table, opting to take the food to go instead. Echo and Wrecker stayed closer to you think time basically dancing a crossed your heels like two coiled snakes waiting to strike. The boys packed up their essentials and quickly restocked the armory. Still lounging in the blacks laying on your bed in the Marauder, Echo walked in rubbing his neck nervously staring at you.

"Can we talk for a minute?" He asked.

"What's on your mind?"

"You know I can't— well you know," he said waving his hand to his lower half.

"I know, I read your schematics before Cody introduced us."

"And you still like me?" He puzzled.

You pulled towards him towards you using the force, shocking his as you traced your fingers around this head implants down to his waist ones. You heard his breathing speed up which caused you to stop not knowing if it was torturing him.

"Even if you don't have a functional cock in that way, can you still...?"

"Yeah," he said this time more intensely rubbing his neck, "it just takes awhile."

"See there's options if it's something you really want too but we don't need too."

"Are you sure?"

"Echo-"

"I'm just messing with you, Mesh'la."

"How long exactly..?" You asked, the term of endearment making you pulsate.

"About an hour, usually" He paused to whispering something disgustingly delicious.

"You might be dirtier then your brothers."

"I could tell you stories."

"How about we make some stories," you said tugging the black shirt over your head.

Echo let out a yearning groan looking at you, everything he's ever wanted and more. He wished he still had both of both hands and lower extremities, his mind was absolutely filthy. He looked at the marks on you, before putting his own directly on the other side so they would match. He smiled knowing how annoyed someone was going to be but didn't care. His fingers danced up and down your spine letting his fingers find your hair playing with it.

He got distracted learning your body as much as it felt good you wanted time making him feel good about himself. You let your hands work his up shirt, letting your fingers trace trade around the mechanical ports stimulating his cyber connections. You brought his shirt letting the pale skin and bringing your mouth trade about the ports, causing him to let out a heavy groan. Every touch caused electrical signal to scatter along his body. You enjoyed watching his body twitch at the touches.

He pulled you up from his torso, moving you back back on the bed hot mouthed kissing you as he brought your hand to the back of his head. He moaned into your mouth shuttering.  You stroked under the implant faster. His breathing quickening and wild.

"I don't think it's going to take an hour," he said putting spreading your legs a little further apart for his hand.

He brought his fingers to the little spongy knot inside of you stroking and letting his thumb rub circle your clitoris. His strokes in you desperate to make you feel good, he noticed the change in your anatomy the slight pink swell being more noticeable.

"You really must really like my touch," he said removing his hand pulling down your pants down to your knees, moving down to taste you, "I think you'll like this more."

His fingers rushed back into you, stroking endlessly as he sucked on you and rested his other arm between your stomach and belly button applying pressure. His fingers were coated in your warm lubricant squishing down on him like your heart beat. You moaned his name pressing your head further down into the pillow your hips pushing more of yourself into his mouth. Your eyes half closed with lust as you looked down see what an orgasm for him looked like, full body twitching with his eyes shut and his hand clapped down on you stroking harder. He sucked harder on you pressing his tongue harder against you. You pulsated harder waiting for the release to come but Echo came again first, this time his body tightening down causing him to shrink down on himself. You squirmed on his face, moaning. No man had paid this amount attention to you, worshipped you this much paying attention to every single stroke and movement seeing how you reacted to every slight variation. After you came again, Echo carefully removed himself from you trying not to making the spasming worse or painful. He looked at the mild sweat beading across you, accomplishment coating his features as you twitched as he licked his satisfied fingers.

"Thank you," he said smiling.

"For what?"

"Making me still feel like a man who can still please."

You cupped his face with your hands, "You're a very very very handsome man who can make women melt."

"Woman, there's only one I'm interested in," He pulled himself up looking down at you, bright irises staring down at you, "You really are one of kind. Now do you want someone to take you while I play with you or do you need a break?"

"You weren't joking," your eyes widen him.

"Like I said I could tell your stories," he said stroking your face, "Who are you going to choose? Although you look like you could used some rest" He mused, curiously.

"I think I rather play with you again, but I think if I had to choose it would have been Tech or Hunter if that soothes your curiosity."

He stood to peel off his blacks, his confidence falling at his lack of self esteem. Even if it's been awhile since being trapped on Skako Minor his ribs still stuck out with his core still mildly concaved. He was thankful that Tech was mechanically inclined modifying his cyber connections so they were no longer bulky and protruding, every modification making him feel a step closer to his old self.

Your hands travelled along him seeing the extensive reconstruction they did of his body, the holes on his hips and back the reconstruction from the hips down. It was mostly accurate except for his genitals should have been when you noticed it he uncomfortably shifted. It wasn't a thing a lot of people knew about or understood.

"How does it work?" You asked sitting up.

"Like a normal persons but I don't need to eat or drink as often, it works it's way through and this long ovular port in the center opens to... empty waste," he said shifting again.

"Hey it's nothing to embarrassed of," you smiled grabbing his hips pulling him closer to you, "It doesn't bug me," noticing the uneasiness rolling off of himself.

"Just never thought human...-" he paused to look down at himself with a raised eyebrow, "-cyborg relationship could work."

"You are more then a cyborg, Echo. Now are you gonna get back to kissing me or let your self consciousness win?"

He laid back on the bed with you, "You can't be real," he whispered.

You started playing with his connections watching the stimulus distract him, a small moan escaped him. You moved on top of him straddling him. His hand found your breast, cupping it and slightly tugging at your nipple while you returned the favor with the mark on him.

"For having a cybernetic respiratory system, you're bad at controlling your breathing."

"What can I say? I'm defective," he chuckled while smiling at you, genuine confidence showing.

Tech looked at the empty copilot seat wondering where Echo was, even when he wasn't on shift he usually sat up here and kept him company even when it annoyed him. Tech set the ship on autopilot and went looking, which didn't take long to figure out it. He stood in front of the door listening a second to long when the door opened. He stared wide eye at the scene in front of him.

"I didn't even know THAT was possible," he said staring at Echo who was knuckles deep with a massive grin, "Being more machine then man, I mean."

"Either shut up and get in here and help or close the door."

His curiosity got the best of him, although he didn't want to intrude on a personal moment but give it was Echo's invitation he didn't think that was a problem. He looked down seeing the deep scarlet covering your face.

"Are you sure?" He said adjusting his googles looking down at you.

"We can try it," your voice betraying your embarrassment.

Echo was still under you with Tech behind you, playing with your thighs. Being between two hot men was every woman's fantasy but it seemed like an embarrassing nightmare.

Echo removed his fingers noticing how more wet you got, "You are drenched."

"This idea is still questionable but hopefully pleasurable,” taking off a glove to inspect where he would be going, he looked down to find your own wetness coating around your lips and even slightly down your inner thigh, “will be pleasurable,” he corrected.

Echo cupped your face with one hand, “Just enjoy it.”

Tech slowly sheathed himself into you his hands spreading you apart “Fark,” he moaned as soon as he was fully inserted himself.

He had to brace himself for a movement before moving, you were tight against him like you were subconsciously trying to hold onto him, keeping him pulled in. His first thrust are slow and long trying to gauge the speed he go with out incident. Without meaning to Tech lets out a sinfully delish moan of your name but be able to control picking up the speed. Tech abruptly grabbed your hips tilting them forward and causing your back to arch.

“F-a-r-k,” you gasped every letter as you felt the tip of his dick pound against the magic spot of nerves.

“That face your making is so hot,” Echo said rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip noticing the small amount of drool trying to escape, “He’s pounding you just right isn’t he?” He whispered.

You nodded not feeling you should speak, your hands tighten against the back of Echos implant. He lustfully groaned at the contact. Echo’s hand as at the back of your neck, trying to beg to be put how of stimulation misery. Doing your best to hold back an orgasm you stroked him harder moving around all of the easiest accessible implants. He grabbed your hand spotting you, panting and his eyes fluttering. You understood the message to stop to just enjoy yourself.

“May I?” Tech asked barely holding himself back from emptying himself into you.

“Please, please,” the moan was pitiful and full of desire but it still embarrassed you burying your face into Echos chest.

You convulsed around his cock causing him to still, your name falling from his lips and his hand grabbed as big of a handful of your love handles as he could. His cock pulsed in you spewing his warm cum into you, he was still gently thrusting letting his sweat drip off his forehead onto your back. You clenched around him, rocking yourself back on him causing his vision to cut out slightly. He adjusted grabbing one of the many rolled up towels he hide under the bed, he pulled his softening shaft out of you patting himself dry and putting the towel inbetween your legs so you wouldn’t leak every where. Echo still hadn’t quiet recovered, he was excessively tired he stayed his back but moved himself closer the the edge of the bed so you and Tech could have room. You let one hand lay on Echo’s chest and the other was in Tech’s hair, Echo’s hand laid over yours and Tech’s arm went around your waist pulling you tightly against him. Your core to you’re toes tingled with warmth.

“That was-“ Tech started.

“fun-?” Echo finished.

“Erotic?” You added.

“Yes.”

You’re core ached, hoping it will cool down but it still hurt but both of them looked like they needed to go in a tank for a bit. Tech did his best to composed himself quickly because he was technically on duty.

“Do you need anything” he asked getting up.

“No I’m okay. Where are we going?”

“It’s a waste of our skill set but we’re on our way to recover some herbs for medical uses the Kaminoans wanted to study. I need to get back to the helm,” he said getting up and fixing his armor.

“I would be willing to do this again,” he said guarding his voice from the odd sensation in his chest, it was warm but also empty.

“Tech… It’s going okay,” you mumbled, “you just have to acknowledge it before it’ll feel better.”

“Rest.”

“What was that about?” Echo asked.

“Tech has some feelings he has to deal with.”

“Did I ruin something-“

“No no not at all but keep looking at me like that and I might make you ruin me.. again.”

“I might anyway,” Echo said putting himself over you.

“Insatiable aren’t you?” You teased making your boobs jiggle a little bit to get his attention.

“It’s been about four complete orbitals.”

“You poor-poor man,” you smiled stroking the sides of his face, tracing the sharp sunken cheek bones and sharp jaw bone.

Echo always had this grumpiness about him, but it was different now his attitude lighter and more jovial. It made you wonder if this is a slice of who he use to be. Tech stuck his head back in, tossed a sealed box Echo who almost dropped it.

“It might be… uncomfortable but I’d been working on it for sometime. I want an analysis afterwards,” he shut the door and set the manual lock button.

You said up to look at the box, there was several tubes that looked like they would fit his ports, “What is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah… a black market retrofitted luxury-bot upgraded play part.”

“Echo you can just say cyber dick” you start uncomfortably laughing staring at it and the amount of wires, “Do you want to try it?”

Echo looked down at him and that at the art, anxiety riddling him again. What if it doesn’t work? What if it works and it breaks? What if it hurts you? He took a breath trying to push the thoughts aside and nodded. He very carefully started attaching it, feeling his programming starting to probe and testing the software with no sign of rejection. Half way having it attached it touching it slightly to gauge the feeling. It didn’t feel much different but the more he attached the port the more he felt. After connecting all six ports to him self, he barely put a finger on it before removing his hand and gritting his teeth.

“Are you okay Echo?” You asked panicking.

“Just need to turn it down,” he said trying to adjust the sensitivity levels on it, “because that was why to much,” he said touching it again, having it be a lot more tolerable.

He groaned at the sensation, feeling it through his thighs and hips. It wasn’t quiet how it use to feel, but it was definitely still an improvement. He touched it again, it was still a little much but it was on the lowest setting he could find. You place your hand around it, it was definitely hard with minimal padding but the blissful look on his face said it was worth it. You kissed his lilac lips, bringing your hand to his extension gently stroking it. He was very vocal about his pleasure, but reached for your hand, not exactly stopping you but but slowing it way down.

“It’s still really intense isn’t it?”

“It feels good, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I know it’s not-“

You cut him by sitting on him taking all of it at once, using your heels to bounce your self on it.

“Farking Sith’s hell” he groaned trying to keep his eyes on you, to see every bounce, jiggle and face you made.

You stopped to flex your cervix muscles to pulsated on him, it hurt a little to press down but the way his back pressed in the bed “Now let’s see how many times I can make you cum before you tap out,” you purred starting to bounce on him again.

“I thought I was pent up,” Crosshair said sitting upfront with Tech getting up as far away any from the moaning as possible.

“Given Echo’s ordeal, I am not surprised and I think the four of us will be here for while. Although I am fascinated by the concept that the damage he received didn’t destroy that area of basic human need and the fact his retained most of his deviant nature from when he was a reg.”

“I don’t want to know how you know that,” Crosshair muttered.

“Do you know that if it was at least safe to give it to him?” Hunter asked, doing his best to hide his jealousy.

“I’m proud of him,” Wrecker said crossing his arms.

“I did run diagnostics on the original software myself, deemed it inefficient and rewrote the code for it. I would say the design of the program is sound, however I can not speak of the shape or how hard it is. Their is a slim chance of anything going wrong.”

“TECH, it’s Echo.”

[inkybyl]

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

Crosshair’s Apology

18+, NSFW themes! Minors DNI

Part 1:

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

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

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

I hope you enjoy!

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

Word Count: 12.8k (EXACTLY 🤩)

Briefly Proofread!

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

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

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

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

NSFW Mentions of intimacy with each member.

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

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

Banners by @saradika !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’d actually injured it when…

… Oh…

… When getting away from Crosshair…

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

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

“Best stand down, Sergeant.”

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

“Make it easy on yourself.”

“Have you lost your mind?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wrecker, clear the smoke on 3.”

“You got it, boss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But he needs our help!”

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

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

But your head wasn’t in the game.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

“OUCH!”

Wrecker yelped once Echo injected him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

“I… We… We haven’t spoke about this…”

“We have Cross, and you know that I-“

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

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

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

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

“I shot you. I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But by the Maker did he miss this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boys fighting over you would never get old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Having a bad day and wanted to indulge in some good polybatch fic only to find out half way through that there is no reader insert and it ends up beeing Bad Batch Clonecest. Thank you for nothing. Ugh

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Big Boy

Summary: He's just so big, not that you're complaining about it.

Pairing: Wrecker x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, size kink, size difference, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, sort of implied poly Batch at the end, it's just nasty smut with our sweet big boy.

A/N: I am in a mood tonight so everyone gets to suffer. I don't have much to say about this one.

MASTERLIST

You’re writhing under him, spread out on his bunk like some sort of meal. You’re so small compared to him, so delicate, so breakable. You always tell him he’s too big. He thinks you’re the perfect size. 

His mouth swallows your moans, tongue tasting like the candy you liked to sneak into the barracks. He’s got two fingers stuffed inside your pussy, your dress hiked up around your waist. You like to wear the dress on leave, a nice change from your tactical gear. The top is pulled down, exposing your breasts, nipples pebbled from the cold air in the barracks. 

He groans as you flutter around his fingers, a third pressing at your entrance. You have to take three if you want to take him. He won’t fit unless you’re properly prepped, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. 

“Wrecker!” You whine as that third finger works its way in, pulling away from his lips as you breathe through the sensation. 

You reach down, flattening his hand against your mount so you can grind your clit against his palm. He watches, eyes fixated on where his fingers are inside you as you move your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers. Your head drops back, lips parted as you moan. You’re so close, your walls clenching around him so tightly he couldn’t pull them from you without hurting you. 

He lets you work yourself up to your orgasm, your legs shaking and hips jerking as you cum around his fingers. He groans, the bulge under his blacks seeming to grow as he watches you. 

He pulls his fingers from inside you as you relax, lifting them to his mouth. Your eyes are lidded as you watch him, tongue darting out to lick your lips. He sucks his fingers clean before he leans back down, capturing your lips with his. You can taste yourself on his tongue. You let out a quiet moan, slick thighs rubbing together as you shift your position. 

Wrecker wraps an arm around you, lifting you easily as he stands. He moves to the couch, sinking down to sit on the thin cushion. He barely fit in his bunk alone, and you had quickly learned fucking in it was not possible unless you wanted a few injuries. Trying to explain to the medics on Kamino how you got those injuries was not something you wanted to do. 

You sit in his lap, legs stretched wide across his thick thighs. You grind yourself against the bulge in his blacks, staring up into those dark eyes as you work yourself up against him once again. He has yet to touch himself, to relieve himself. He’s been so focused on getting you ready, you feel bad that he’s been neglecting himself. 

You open his blacks, slipping a hand into wrap around his cock. He’s so big, a quiet curse leaving your lips as you take his hot length into your hand. He’s leaking already, and you wonder if he’s going to last just getting inside you. You flip the skirt of your dress up as you drag his head through your folds a few times. 

He groans, hands cupping your ass as you line him up, easing his head inside you. You gasp at the stretch, your free hand gripping his shoulder. He supports your weight as you ease yourself down his length, taking him inch by inch. He’s already a moaning mess, leaking inside you as you squeeze around him. 

Wrecker stiffens as you settle against him, his thick length stuffed as far inside you as you can manage. You grip his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as you adjust around him. 

“So big.” You pant, legs shaking from the effort of holding yourself up above him. “Fill me so good.” 

“Good girl.” He grunts, hands closing around your hips to support you. “Take me so good.” 

You whine, hips jerking a bit at his words. You gasp as he moves inside you, the sensation almost too much. You move again, the stretch burning a bit but you’ve learned to love the sensation. 

You’re being loud as you fuck yourself on his cock, anyone who walked by wouldn’t have to hear much to know what was going on. You don’t care, though. Repercussions be damned, you’re too far gone to care. 

You throw your head back as you bounce on him, his cock pushing against that spot inside you with every movement. You’re not going to last long, not for the first orgasm. You’re already so close, the heat coiling in your stomach as you fuck yourself on his big cock. 

“Gonna cum.” You moan, hands dropping to grip his forearms as he holds your waist. “Kriff, Wrecker!” 

You shake in his arms, his length falling out of you with a pop as you squirt across his chest and stomach. Your whole body spasms in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm as he holds you against his soaked blacks. You drop your head to his shoulder, taking a moment to breathe. 

“My, wasn’t that a show.” 

You lift your head at the drawling voice, turning just enough to spot Crosshair standing just inside the door. You wonder how long he’s been there, not having heard the door open at any point in the last hour. 

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes as Wrecker strokes his cock back to hardness, flipping your skirt back up to reveal your ass. “Either shut up or join us.” 

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[stardusthuntress]

Five for Fives

FivesLivesAU! 

Fives x female!reader (pronouns only) 

Word Count: 3.6k 

Summary and A/N: Read a fic the other day, and I wanted to read more similar stories, but there weren’t really any more like it… so I wrote my own! Inspired by this fic by @deewithani who kindly was totally fine with letting me add the inspo link here! I felt like we all needed something happy to read and Fives has been on my mind lately… so hope at least one person enjoys this too! Just sorta cranked it out because I was inspired and wanted to see Fives get a chance to have a life after war filled with love, with Echo, and with Rex, and I wanted a future for the little clones we know exist but who never fought in war because they hadn’t been out of their grown tubes very long… so have some cuteness and cuddles! 

PS this is a different Fives Lives AU than my other fic from a few weeks ago

TW: not much? Uh, Fives lives, has a long-term partner, and this is set as though he and Rex and Echo are leading the clone resistance we see beginning in the Bad Batch. Added in a few references to characters I couldn’t fit in the fic too! Could be read as though it’s just Fives and the Reader and Rex and Echo are the best friends of the family, or it could be read as though it’s poly, totally up to you as the reader to interpret it however feels right to you! I just wanted to make sure the 501st trio wasn’t cruelly separated anymore, so have a cute little family fic! Just cuddles and cuteness and fluff! Though it is still a bit suggestive (it's Fives, that's totally unavoidable), so still NSFW, tho I surprised myself by actually avoiding writing smut in a Fives fic... but still enjoy the snuggles and cuteness and suggestive fluff!!!

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“How are we gonna tell Echo?” Fives asked, gazing happily at the 5 small, peacefully sleeping faces scattered across the room like spilled tookas. 

You, the woman in his arms grinned, “Leave that to me!” You kissed his cheek with a grin. 

Fives nuzzled into your shoulder. He loved the way you balanced him out and always remembered to consider Echo in your plans as well, especially now that the war was over and the operation to rescue all their brothers was underway. 

“He’s gonna tell us 2 is more than we can reasonably handle.” Fives comments. 

“He was also a cadet with a squad of 5 once, remember? He knows the bond you boys have. He might protest, but we will make him understand. Besides, they’re too little to separate them, that would have only traumatized them for life, and I couldn’t do that. You saw their eyes when they looked up at us and asked if they could stay together. You couldn’t say no either,” you poked him comedically. 

Fives chuckled, and hugged you tighter to his chest. “Yeah, and I wouldn’t change it for the whole galaxy!” 

They stand there, just watching the small sleepers for a few minutes. 

“How old do you think they are?” Fives asked, excitedly. 

“They can’t be much older than 4, in normal years. They have well developed language skills, but they’re still working on hand-eye coordination. So… probably about 2? Likely decanted not long after the war started… maybe around the time you and Echo shipped out for the first time?” You reasoned. 

“Not long before we met you,” Fives kissed your cheek playfully and you giggled quietly, squeezing the strong hands wrapped around your middle. 

“We’re gonna have to get beds for them tomorrow,” you whispered, eyes glazed over as you worked through the logistics of having 5 new additions to the family. 

“Mmmmm, sounds like a tomorrow problem then,” Fives whispered, whisking you off your feet, “They look comfortable where they are, they’ll be fine for tonight.” 

“They’re on the floor, Fives,” you chuckled lightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“They’re used to it, we all slept anywhere anytime. At least they’re all sleeping at the same time.” He told you, closing the door to your bedroom behind him as he carried you to the bed. “And you were so good with them, Cyar’ika. I could barely resist you all day.” He breathed into your chest as his lips trailed across your skin, sighing hungrily. “My turn!” 

As Echo strolled across the base on this beautiful evening, a noise in the hanger bay caught his attention. Odd, no one should be in the hangar bay at this hour. There were no surprise missions that he was aware of, though they had just rescued a large quantity of clone cadets from an Imperial facility the day before. The little ones were supposed to have all been shipped off to Alderaan and Pandora, but perhaps they miscounted? He’d have to comm Fives and let him know if he found one still here. Fives and his girlfriend had been so excited to get to rescue young clones. 

He followed the continuation of the noise, and discovered it changed from the drumming of what was presumably small running feet, into the sound of larger stomping strides accompanied by a lot of giggling. 

The noise led him to the ship Fives and his partner had claimed as their own. 

Echo called to them from the open ramp, “Everything alright in there?” 

“Oh, Echo! Is that you?” A woman’s voice answered him over the laughter, “Come in! We could use a hand right now, actually,” she giggled. 

Echo hurried into the ship, worried. You never asked for help, but then again it sounded like you had been laughing at the time? He rounded the corner and froze. 

Well, that was the last thing he’d been expecting to see, but in hindsight he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t been expecting it. Fives always had been good with kids, and so were you. 

The room was filled with commotion, mostly in the form of Fives, in full gear, stomping around and growling like he was pretending to be a big, scary monster, while trying his hardest not to burst into laughter. He was happier than Echo had ever seen him. 

Fives had 3 small cadets clambering on him. One on his back, giggling wildly, and one wrapped tight around each of Fives’ legs, both squealing with joy. 

Fives was laughing hard, especially as he made eye contact with Echo across the room, but it only lasted for a moment as one of the cadets lost their grip on his knee and tumbled to the floor, still giggling. 

“Oops!” Fives chuckled, swooping the small puddle of giggling child off the floor and up into the air. “Aaaaaand UP we go!” 

Echo could barely process what was going on, as you turned to him from the table behind where Fives and the 3 little ones now played. 

There was another one in your arms, Echo noticed. 

You beckoned Echo to you, and he obediently trotted over, though he was vaguely aware that it was an autopilot response from working so closely with you for so long. 

The delightedly confused look on Echo’s face as he approached made you laugh too. 

“Here, hold this one for me,” you instructed, depositing the one that had been on your hip into Echo’s arms. 

Echo took the proffered child. It stared up at him with wide, familiar eyes. This was definitely one of the clone children you had all rescued in the days prior. The child nibbled on a large cookie as it stared calmly up at him. Echo blinked at it for a moment, content to just watch the child, unsure what it would do, knowing it could see that he was so different. 

He and Fives had been this small once. He didn’t remember it, but knew it was deep in his past somewhere. He felt like he could see his own memories reflected in the wide, curious eyes of the child he held. But he wondered how he looked to a kid now, so many metal parts adorning his body, but without those parts, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to rescue and now hold this child today. Echo could feel the conflict within him flickering in his eyes as he watched the smol bundle in his arms. 

After a moment, the child seemed to decide he was an acceptable pillow too, and it nestled into his shoulder and went back to watching their brothers goof around the room. 

Echo looked up, for you, vaguely aware that if you needed him to hold this one that meant there was something else you were up to. 

He spotted you standing on the counter, fetching yet another child from atop the conservator, where it seemed, it had been breaking into a box of cookies. 

“Hey Echo, Fives, I need you to—“ Rex rounded the corner, and reacted much the same as Echo. He froze, eyebrows raised, as he watched Fives tumble into a big cushy chair in the corner while being careful not to smoosh any of the kiddos clinging to him as they all laughed joyously. 

Rex’s gaze continued around the room to Echo, standing behind Fives with a child in his arms, scomp securely tucked under its small bottom, hand rubbing up and down the kids back as it drifted to sleep on his shoulder, half-eaten cookie dropping from its hand onto the table Echo had strategically positioned himself next to. And then Rex spotted you, in the galley of the ship, another child draped over your arm in a dramatic pout, its conquest - a box of cookies - clutched tightly in its little hands as you clambered off the counter. 

Rex shook himself to his senses and scrambled to protect you and the kid on your way down. 

“Thanks, Rex,” you smiled up at him, patting his cheek, a happy grin like he’d never seen before on your face. 

Your attention quickly turned to the child in your arms, as you put your other hand on your hip and gave it a playfully, scornful look. “You gonna eat the whole box yourself, little one?” 

It paused for a moment, seemingly thinking through the situation for the first time. 

Rex laughed, he remembered a similar lesson in his past. He knelt down to look at the kid when he spoke, “Always make sure you think things through before just running with it, kid. That way you know exactly what you want before you get there.” He chuckled. 

You, Fives, and Echo all laughed hard at that. 

“Oh, look who the mischievous uncle turned out to be!” You chided, laughter still ringing from your lips as you shifted the kid in your arms into a more comfortable position on your hip, facing outwards, but gripped in both arms. 

The kid’s eyes lit up and he shoved a hand back into the cookie box and produced yet another cookie, but this time he held it out to Rex. 

“Awwwww! That was very sweet of you, Moxy! There ya go, pay off Uncle Rex for his mischievous advice! Already learning how bribes work! You’re definitely related to Fives, that’s for sure!” You laughed. 

Rex laughed too, taking the cookie with a small thanks as heat rushed to his face. He hadn’t meant to be that Uncle, but then again, after working with Skywalker, Kenobi, and Tano, and the entirety of the 501st for so many years, maybe their bad habits had worn off on him a bit. 

Fives appeared at your elbow, one child under his arm, one still clinging to his leg, and one perched on his shoulders with its hands on his cheeks and hair, braced by his other hand at its back. 

“See, they could totally pass for being our kids!” He grinned playfully, humming seductively as he pressed a long kiss to your cheek and then one to your neck. 

“EWWWWW!” The kiddos chorused. 

Echo and Rex laughed as you stole a kiss from Fives’ lips as he grinned, wildly. 

“Well that’s good, because they are our kids, now!” You winked back at him. 

“That’s my girl!” Fives cheered. 

“How are you gonna care for…” Echo paused to doublecheck his headcount, “five cadets?” 

“Children, Echo, they are not cadets anymore, they’re kids! And I’d say it’s a darn good thing we generally have at least 4 adults in here to handle it, don’t you think?” You returned, pointedly, but still smiling and laughing. 

Echo just hugged the child in his arms tighter. Resting his cheek on its little head as he turned bashful. He knew Fives had chosen the right woman, she always remembered the things that were important to Fives, including Echo. And she wasn’t afraid to put her children in the arms of a man with 3 out of 4 metal limbs. Echo was grateful for her trust, for it made him trust himself more too. 

The little one on Fives shoulder let out a big, long yawn, unaware that its hand had made its way to cover one of Fives’ eyes. But Fives had no intention of protesting, he was too delighted to find himself surrounded by kids of his own. 

Rex chuckled, and reached up to lift the child off Fives’ shoulders. 

As soon as it was in Rex’s arms, it immediately snuggled into his shoulder, trusting him instantly after seeing him interact with the other adults in the room so easily. Rex melted. 

You and Fives exchanged a glance. Fives was glad he’d let you handle this part and that you’d let it just happen naturally. And you were right that the Fett line did seem to have a soft spot for children. 

You and Fives exchanged a glance as he scooped up the child wrapped around his ankle, the two of you moved instinctively towards the comfy chair he’d dropped into with the kids earlier, collecting pillows and blankets from around the room on the way to it. Echo and Rex imitated you, recognizing the all too familiar nesting pile habits of their battalion. 

Instinctively, all 3 men gathered to nestle around you, creating a circle for you and the little ones to snuggle into. 

To your surprise, Fives found a way to nuzzle into your shoulder, despite the two small ones he had in his arms. 

“They are darn cute, I’ll give ‘em that,” Echo muttered, watching the one that was still clinging to him. 

“That’s Zed, we call him that because he’s always sleepy,” a tiny voice mumbled from Rex’s chest. 

You all laughed again. 

“And what’s your name, kid?” Rex asked, quietly. 

But the only answer he received was a soft snore. 

“Mmmm, now I’m hungry from all that playing around,” Fives lifted his head, and peered into the box Moxy was still clutching where he lay on your chest. “Anything left in there?” 

You lifted your head to look in the box too, “Might actually be half a box still! I thought he’d eaten them all. Grab me one too, while you’re at it?” 

Fives reached into the box and held up a cookie for you so you didn’t have to take your hands off the kids splayed on your chest and snuggled between you both. 

You took a bite, and he shoved the rest of it into his own mouth. 

“Thanks, Love.” You giggled and pecked his cheek, before returning your attention to Echo and Rex. “How are you gents doing? Content to snuggle there for a while? I’d rather not wake them if we don’t have to, or they’ll be running up the walls for another few hours just because they want to stay awake.” 

Rex and Echo exchanged delighted glances and hummed their answers, nestling in for the night. 

You turned back to Fives, “See? Easy!” You told him, kissing his forehead. 

He laughed. “Which part? Telling Rex and Echo, or handling 5 kids?” 

“Well, now that we have Rex and Echo here, both!” You told him, victoriously. 

Fives stole another kiss from your lips. 

A rustling noise and a shifting of the box in the small clone’s arms as Fives smiled against your lips told of his real plan: hiding a cookie theft with a kiss. 

He broke away from your lips only to triumphantly stuff the entire cookie in his mouth. 

You scoffed at him, playfully. 

The box rustled again, and you raised a brow holding eyecontact with Fives. 

He returned the look, puzzled, half a cookie still sticking out of his mouth as he tried desperately not to sprinkle cookie crumbs into the hair of the small brothers in his arms. 

You both looked down to find Echo’s hand in the box. 

He looked up at you sheepishly, eyes wide at getting caught, blinking owlishly at you. And then he broke into the same mischevious grin Fives had worn not five minutes before and retreated with a cookie of his own. 

You were trying desperately not to laugh, else you’d jostle the numerous small heads and three adult ones currently leaning on or near you. 

“Would you like a cookie too, Rex?” You offered, producing another one from the box. 

“Well, I’m not gonna say no,” Rex teased. 

“Good, as long as you boys all get the extra large quantities you need, we’ll be in good shape.” You giggled, handing over the tasty treat, and fetching another one for yourself too. 

The three men exchanged sheepish looks. 

“I know, you boys all eat more than the average person. And I’m glad of it. Food rarely goes bad around here. But we might need to find a steady supply of large quantities of food so we don’t have to go shopping every single day.” You could already imagine it, not only would you enjoy the view of each of the handsome men crouched in front of the conservator day in and day out just like you had since you joined them, but more than likely, they’d always share the space with a smaller version of themselves each time now too. The thought put a smile on your face as you stared deep into Fives’ eyes, more than happy with your joint, spur of the moment decision to keep a whole squad of cadets. 

Echo hummed next to you, “I’ve got a few ideas already,” he yawned. “Never fear, Uncle Echo is here! Hmm, I like the sound of that. Uncle Echo. And Omega is gonna adore these little guys…” Echo leans over and kisses your cheek too. 

Fives laughs at that. 

“Hmm, then maybe I should try to be less mischievous, you lot already have that covered,” Rex also uses the opportunity to kiss your hand, and you bite your lip. 

Fives steals another passionate kiss from you, grinning into it. “Maybe Omega can babysit when we need a night that’s just the two of us on occasion,” Fives nudges your cheek with his nose. 

Echo laughs into your side. “I think Wrecker and Hunter would be delighted to help her wrangle the whole little squad. I’ll bring you to Pabu in the morning so they can meet them.” 

“We haven’t even had the kids for 2 full days yet, Echo,” You chuckle. 

“We have a big family, we can’t help it,” Fives answers. ”I want all the guys to meet them. We’ll do Pabu in the afternoon. Let them take around this base in the morning. It’ll be fun,” he mumbles, sleep starting to take hold of him too. ”Howzer promised to give me some tips he learned from the Twilek family he worked with for so long tomorrow. Pabu can be a dinner thing.” 

“I’ll tell Hunter we’re bringing dinner tomorrow then,” Rex yawned. 

Suddenly Echo held out a datapad, over the bundle of sleepy faces. “Smile you three, we need a holo of this.” 

But you and Fives could only look at each other, with the biggest grins as you pressed your foreheads together in a keldable kiss, proud of your little family. 

“Could you two get any cuter?” Echo nudged you playfully. 

Zed, nestled between you and Echo, stirred in his sleep. 

“Shhh, sleep time now, gents, we can finish planning in the morning,” you instructed, secretly admiring that you had just surrounded yourself with identical faces of men and boys you very much adored. You hummed contentedly. 

“Just one more kiss,” Fives whispered mischievously, sneaking a peck at your lips before snuggling in for the night. 

Omega gasped loudly, bouncing on the balls of her feet when she saw Echo, Rex, Fives, and Fives’ partner exiting the ship together, wrangling a whole miniature squad of their own at their knees and bundled in their arms, and boxes of what appeared to be take out in various bags and hands. 

“Baby brothers!” Omega gushed, scooping up the nearest one. 

Wrecker scooped her and the little one up into a big hug, and carried them over to the tree in the middle of the square, then picking up the small ones clinging to his belt to put them up on the grass beside her. 

Echo decided to take a page from your book, and just straight up handed one of the kids to Hunter without saying anything. 

Hunter took the kid and just watched it in awe for a moment. 

“Are you a brother too?” The kid asked. 

“Hmm?… yeah… yeah I am, kid,” Hunter beamed. 

The kid smiled and tucked himself into Hunter’s chest. 

Hunter visibly melted, closing his eyes and cradling the child gently in his arms. 

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at a smug Echo. 

“Told you, you had a soft spot for kids.” Echo patted him on the back and walked away to join Wrecker and Omega as they taught the kids how to climb a tree. 

“That’s Zed, he likes snuggles,” You told Hunter from somewhere behind him. 

Hunter turned to face you, and found you standing there with Fives wrapped around you from behind. 

“And… they’re your kids now?” Hunter asked, incredulous. Looking like he would never be ready to give Zed back to you. 

“Yeah, we’ve been tracking down where the young clones were taken when Kamino was decommissioned. First rescue was a few night ago. Two ships full of little ones ready for homes of their own went to Pantora and Alderaan the day before yesterday.” 

“We couldn’t help but keep this lot when their little voices asked us to be their parents,” Fives chimed in. 

“They asked you to be their parents?” Hunter seemed almost jealous, if you were reading him correctly. 

“Do you want us to bring a batch here?” You asked. 

Hunter just looked at the little one in his arms, content to be held as it watched people move around the square. 

“That’s a yes,” Fives answered for him. 

Hunter gave Fives a look. “I see why Echo calls you the mischievous one,” he comments, a brow raised. 

Rex laughs loudly, “Oh. No. Echo is just as mischievous.” 

“Like that?” A snide voice joins the conversation as Crosshair approaches, making sure to keep some distance from the kid in Hunter’s arms, as he jabs a toothpick towards the tree before returning it to his lips. 

You all look over to discover Echo in the tree with the young ones, while Wrecker and Omega protect them from below. 

“Exactly like that,” Rex agrees, shaking his head at his trooper's antics. 

“Anyways, would you like to babysit them sometime?” Fives asks Hunter and Crosshair with a sly grin. 

“No.” 

“Yes!” 

Hunter and Crosshair answer at the same time, Crosshair glares at Hunter. 

“Come on, Cross. You’ll warm up to them eventually.” Hunter prods, pointedly watching the kid in his arms instead of Crosshair. 

“Omega was different,” Crosshair protests. “Like us.” He states as though he’s trying to convince himself not to get attached to the small face clinging to Hunter’s collar. 

“Uh huh,” Hunter is not convinced, he knows his brother too well for that. 

…Later you swear you spot one of the kids gifting Crosshair a flower he picked from the tree, and you’re pretty sure Crosshair wears it in his shirt pocket all evening. 

But it’s hard to say for certain, especially when Fives sweeps you off your feet and carries you into your ship, heading straight for the bedroom… 

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˚○◦˚Request and Commisions˚◦○˚

What I will write:

- Fluffy, Angst (I can do some dark stuff but not all), Smut (I can do most kinks), platonic and romantic.

- I prefer to write from a male or non-binary perspective but I can do female as well. I will happily write for trans readers or readers of other genders (if I am well informed)

- I will write for almost every character as long as I know them (because if I don't know them I can't write them accurately and then what's the point) I will also do character X character depending on the ship (there are some ships in just not comfortable with)

- I will write poly as long as it is not that gross porn type of m!reader gets two girls and they don't like eachother. Poly means everyone likes everyone and everyone is in agreement in the relationship

- Whump. I will happily and gladly write whump of all kinds. So please please please if you want to see anything comes to life send it my way

I will not write:

- Age gap (3+ years, ask for aged up if the age difference is more than 3 years) or minor X adult. I simply won't so don't ask.

- Rape (sexual assault maybe if it is angst but not in a smut only context)

- No beastiality or extremely odd kinks (if you aren't sure about the kink send it in anyway and I'll respond if I'm comfortable)

Fandoms I can write for (and their characters and constraints):

Supernatural (most ships, any character x reader)

↳ Dean, Sam, Cass, Jack, Gabriel, Adam, Meg, Ruby, Benny, Crowley, Jo, Ellen, Donna, Jodie, Claire, Alex, Patience, Kaia

TMNT (I've only seen 2012, ROT, Bayverse and Mutant Mayhem) (no Leorai and no ships with smut of any kind)

↳ Leo, Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Casey (Casey and Casandra)

The Last of Us (Part 1, I havent played Part 2 yet) (no Ellie x Joel, I haven't seen any of the content yet but I'm sure it's out there)

↳ Joel, Ellie, Tommy

Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch / Rebles (some of the characters are children remember so keep that in mind)

↳ Rex, Cody, Fives, Anikin, Ashoka, Obi-Wan, Kanan, Ezra, (any Jedi really) Zeb, Sabine, Hera, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Echo, Omega (any Clone really)

Marvel

↳ Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Steven, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Peter, Scott, Gamora, Nebula, Peter Q, Okoye, T'Challa, Rhodey, Sam, Shuri

My Hero Academia (they are also mostly children so keep that in mind as well)

↳ Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Denki, Iida, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Uruaka, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Tsuyu, Momo, Jiro, Mirio, Nejire, Amajiki, Fat Gum

Avatar 1 and Avatar The way of Water (once again, there are children so keep that in mind)

↳ Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, Grace, Norm, Spider, Tonorwari, Ronal, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Roxto

How to Train your Dragon (same here: they. are children.)

↳ Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, The twins, Daggur, Heather, Valka, Stoick (for those out their with daddy issues ;))

All if my content will be lables with word count, ship, tags and if it is smut will contain this banner 👇

That's all for now. My commisions are currently open and there is no limit to how many you can send in, so go nuts. Bye for now

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ʚ requests ɞ

rules / info / how-to

request rules & how-to ⤵

all requests must adhere to what i will or won’t write as outlined at the bottom of this post.

include the following when writing your request:

character(s)

platonic/romantic/poly/etc.

prompt(s) or scenario(s)

any other info you want included!

i will interpret your request(s) as a full one-shot or a drabble depending on what i’m capable of thinking up!

i will also almost exclusively write gender neutral reader-inserts. i will accept transmasc! or ftm! reader requests, however i do not write cis female or cis male readers.

lastly, i would prefer that no one exceeds making more than one yet-to-be fulfilled request at a time, but i won’t hold it against you if you do. :)

i WILL write ⤵

reader-insert one-shots & series + character studies & headcanons

fandoms: final fantasy vii, resident evil, & star wars, but feel free to request others! if i am familiar with the media, i may be willing to write for it.

characters:  final fantasy vii: cloud strife, zack fair, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, sephiroth, reno, + feel free to ask for others. resident evil: leon kennedy, claire redfield, ada wong, chris redfield, jill valentine, rebecca chambers, + feel free to ask for others. star wars: most characters from the prequel trilogy, the clone wars, the bad batch, & live-action shows + feel free to ask for characters outside of these series, as i may be willing to write them! i have watched nearly everything except for rebels & i have not played jfo yet.

sfw: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, etc.

nsfw: somewhat suggestive content, but no explicit smut.

other: i will write trans! canon characters or other hc! versions of characters when requested or if i wish to.

i WON’T write ⤵

gore

explicit smut

problematic and/or blatantly immoral content (ex: incest, pedophilia, non/dub-con, etc.)

anything i am personally uncomfortable with