#tbb tech x afab!reader

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Don’t Leave (Tech x F!Reader)

Tech x F!Reader

Word count: 2191

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, mutual masturbation, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex, facial (kind of by accident), strong feelings and moment of embarrassment

A/N: established relationship, but first time together, and Tech’s first time, I hope I did okay I don’t know guys

There are two versions of this story.  The M!Reader version can be found here.

Tech had never felt a strong need for sex or relationships of a romantic nature, but things changed as he got to know you.  You had to make the first move, telling him how you felt and asking if he felt the same.  Once the conversation was initiated, he smiled a little shyly, but confirmed that he did indeed feel the same.  In fact, he was so in love with you, he didn’t know where to begin.  Although he kissed you first, asking permission one evening while holding your hands as the sun went down, you were the one to initiate the discussion about adding further layers of closeness to the relationship.  Tech had never considered himself a cuddler before, but it was different with you.  He was able to rest much better when he was touching you in some way.  You were also the first one to bring up the topic of sex.  Tech was very proactive in his research and asked many questions about what to expect when being sexually intimate.  His questions were both general and specific to you.  He had never done this before, but was “excited about the prospect” and his desire to learn as much as possible beforehand left you feeling safe and cared for.  The two of you decided not to make a date of it, choosing instead to take your time and see how things developed, proceeding when it felt right.

You found yourselves messing around in your shared bunk one morning while the others were gone.  Laying side-by-side, you started leaving little kisses along Tech’s jawline and down his neck to his collarbone. 

“I love when you do that,” he said.

You smiled and hummed against his skin as he ran his hand down your arm and interlaced his fingers with yours.  He brought your hand up and kissed it.

“Tech,” you asked with a grin.

“Yes?”

“We’re going to be alone for at least a couple hours.  Would you like to try going further?”

He kissed your hand again and pushed his goggles back into place.  “Yes,” he replied. “I would like that. My body is already having a strong reaction to you.  Although, perhaps we hold off on penetration for now.”

You nodded and ran your hand firmly up and down his arm, grounding him, and he continued. “I find the idea of mutual masturbation very appealing.”

You kissed his wonderful lips and whispered, “So do I.”

“In that case,” he replied, “I am going to set an extra alarm so that we will have ample warning should the others return early.”  He kissed your forehead, got up, and hurried to the door of the ship. You heard a switch click near the door and some buttons on his datapad.  You smiled to yourself.  An extra precaution like this seemed very Tech.

He came back to the bunk, sat on the opposite side of the bed, and smiled.  You sat up and moved toward him, caressing his face and kissing him deeply.  You felt him hum as your tongues moved together like telling gentle secrets. His hands moved up and down your back over your shirt before he pulled away slightly to ask if he could remove it.  You nodded.  He tugged your shirt off and lifted his arms so you could take his off.  Your lips found each other again and you could swear you could feel your hearts beating together.  

You knew he would ask permission at every step.  Ever communicative and you loved that about him.

“Tech, can we just… let’s get naked.”

“Yes.”  He immediately started taking his pants off and you laughed a little at his eagerness and started helping him. In no time you were lying next to each other, completely undressed, slowing the tempo as much as you could, sensing his nerves and some of your own.  You rubbed his back and traced a path down to his ass.  He let out a contented sigh and copied the movement on you.  It was as if his fingertips wanted to memorize every little aspect of your body.  You could feel his hard cock twitch against you in anticipation. You cupped his face and kissed him, savoring the warmth of his mouth and the faint taste of caf.

You stopped briefly and searched his face.  “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I am ready,” he replied, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I want this too.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you said, lifting your leg and laying it on his hip to give him access and taking his length in your hand.  Tech nodded, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath at your touch.  You kissed him and his hand reached down, gently touching your folds.  He moved closer to your entrance and moved your slick around, circling your clit.  His cock felt amazing, so hard, soft skin in your hand and the way he worked you over felt almost reverent.

He tried to take a steadying breath and managed, “It is better than I imagined.”  

You simply kissed him in response, wanting him to feel as good as possible.  You reached down to fondle his balls, causing his breathing to hitch, before slightly changing the movement as you pumped his cock.

“This okay,” you asked.

“It feels immensely pleasurable,” he responded. 

He started tracing new patterns on your clit and massaged two fingers between your folds before returning to your clit.  You both started moving a little faster, finding a rhythm that left you both moaning softly and with your hearts racing. The pace was interrupted.  Tech’s orgasm crept up on him quickly and he came in your hand.  His gasp was immediately followed by panic.  He stopped, desiring to escape his embarrassment at finishing so soon, his face flushed red, he turned away, and sat up on the edge of the bed.  

“I am sorry,” he said.  His voice was shaky and any rejection you may have felt was surpassed by your desire to help him feel secure and loved.

“Tech you have nothing to be sorry for.”  You quickly cleaned off your hand before reaching out and touching his arm.  “Don’t leave.  It’s okay.”

He slowly turned toward you and you pulled him back into your arms. You held him for a few minutes and felt him start to relax again.

“The point is for it to feel good,” you said softly, kissing his temple and holding him close.  He rolled his eyes and you felt some relief at the sign of him shaking off his insecurity. 

“I know that,” he replied. “I did not think I would ejaculate so quickly.”

You kissed his temple again.  “It’s your first time.  That’s very normal.”  You laid together, lightly touching each other.

After several minutes he stated, “You have not finished though.” You could see him thinking.  “May I try something?”

You answered in the affirmative.  He sat next to you, kneeling over your heat as you laid on your back and moved your legs apart for him.  He paused, looking at you to see if there was any hesitation.  When you nodded, he began licking your folds, satiating his curiosity for how you would taste.  Your heartbeat quickened at the sight.  His warm mouth on you caused you to let out a series of little moans.  He licked circles around your clit, then tried sucking on it, and reached to caress one of your breasts.  When you gasped, he made sure to give the other one attention, rolling his thumb around your nipple as his tongue rolled around your clit. It sent fire through your body.  The way he looked at you, trying different touches to see what you liked made you feel an extra layer of vulnerability and at the same time it was such a turn on.

He settled on a steady rhythm with his tongue, trying to keep it simple and not overthink it, but paused to ask, “Would you like me to continue or change what I am doing?”

“Can you add a finger? Inside.”

He kissed your clit and started circling it with his tongue again while slowly inserting a finger into your hole.  You clenched around it immediately as he dragged it in and out.  Now that he found a rhythm, all your muscles tensed in anticipation.

“I’m close,” you mumbled as you felt heat rising through your body. 

Tech kissed your clit again and whispered, “Good.”  He continued delighting your senses, reaching over again to play with one of your nipples. You let out a soft moan and came.  He drew out all the pleasure he could from you before coming up to lay next to you.  He left little kisses on your face, laying with you as you caught your breath.

It soon became apparent that Tech was ready for another round, offering an almost immediate opportunity to help him get more enjoyment out of his first time and worry less about performance.  You looked down at him and then licked your lips, again looking into his eyes.  He blushed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Would you like to see what it feels like,” you whispered, kissing his earlobe, “Having you in my mouth?”

He nodded quickly and a breathy, “yes” came out just before you gently pushed him on his back.  You tried taking your time, kissing a trail down his chest before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him in your mouth.  As he hit the back of your throat you hummed and watched his head roll back on the pillow.  You started sucking him off in earnest, bobbing your head and cradling his balls.  His hips started to thrust against you just slightly. You smiled, hollowing out your cheeks and causing him to whimper.  

He stopped thrusting and you could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to make this time last longer.  You took him out of your mouth and started pumping his length.  When you reached up to run your hand along his chest, he held it in his own. 

“Don’t hold back, Tech,” you softly encouraged.  “Just enjoy it.”

You licked the underside of his length a few times before continuing to pump him, resting your cheek along the head of his cock and looking at his beautiful face as he watched you work him.  He started to thrust his hips into your hand slightly and you opened your mouth so the head could move against the flat of your tongue.

“I am clo-,” He came with a shudder.  His spend landed on your cheek, lips, and hand.  You licked the corner of your mouth a little and his eyes grew wide.  You could tell that seeing you like this awakened something in him.

You crawled up along his body as he let out panting breaths, trying to regain his composure.  You looked at him with all the love in your heart and he started to relax.  He reached for a washcloth and gently cleaned your face off before kissing you.

“That was wonderful,” he said. “You are amazing. Perfect, and I love you so.”

“I love you too,” you replied, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his.

You did not stay like that for long.  The moment Tech looked at the chrono, he worried the others would be along soon and catch you.

You knew he would be worried and already had a suggestion.  “Let’s gather everything that needs washing, throw it in the laundry, grab some clean clothes, and shower together.”

“Yes,” he replied.  “An excellent idea.”

He efficiently grabbed everything that could possibly indicate the two of you had been intimate while the others were gone and made sure it was thrown in the laundry.  Grabbing spare blacks, he joined you in the shower.  The water felt amazing to both of you and you relished your time like this just as much as you had your previous activities.

After cleaning up and toweling each other off, you got dressed and came out of the refresher much more at ease.  Tech turned off the extra alarm he had set earlier and sat in the pilot’s chair.  He held out his hand and pulled you into his lap, kissing your neck as you rested your cheek on his head and rubbed his shoulder.  He did not take out his datapad, much to your surprise.  Instead he held you in his lap and sat silently.

“What are you thinking,” you asked.  “I know you’re thinking.”

“I am simply making a mental note regarding the techniques you seemed to prefer.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all the ways that make you happy.”

You both talked about what you liked and what you wanted to try next.  It was not surprising to you that Tech found comfort in this type of debriefing, the sharing of information and discussion of future endeavors helping him feel closer to you and secure in this new aspect of your relationship.

[waywardsou2]

Shirtless Cuddles with The Batch

Tags: Trans!Reader/M!Reader, masculine terms, AFAB reader, romantic but fluffy, cuddles, just general nice fluff, gayness

A/N: This is a scenario for all of my trans fellas out there. Or anyone that was born AFAB but isn't necessarily comfortable with their chest. How the Batchers would react if you wanted to sleep without your shirt on.

Basically, for context I am trans, and I am AFAB. I have not had top surgery yet but find it uncomfortable to sleep with my shirt on most nights. I've been stuck in the Bad Batch brain rot at the moment and was wondering what it would be like to cuddle with the Clones for the first time without a shirt on. In a fluffy romantic context tho. (I don't even know if any of this is making sense but if it does then please read on. Also I wanted to include Omega but didn't really know how to make that work so she unfortunately won't be in this one)

Scenario: You and your Clone are settling down for bed, it's been a long day and the missions have been rough recently. The two of you make your way to your shared quarters and you both begin changing for bed. You go to change out your shirt for another more comfortable one but you stop before you can even pull it over your head. You've been with your partner for a few years now and they know about your identity, they accept it wholeheartedly, but you've never taken the step to show them your body. You never felt ready, but something feels different tonight. "Hey, I want try something tonight?" Your Batcher turns to you and waits for you to respond looking slightly confused "I don't really want to wear my shirt tonight; it gets irritating sometimes. But I didn't know how you would react to my chest"

Hunter

Hunter turns to you and gives you a soft smile, he's knows that you toss and turn a lot of the night not being able to find a comfortable way to place your arms with your t-shirt twisted around you body. It the exact reason why he hardly wears a shirt in bead. He reaches forward and slips his fingers underneath your shirt, he looks at you for consent to keep going and when you nod, he gently pulls it over your head and tosses it aside. His hands rest on your hips, and he looks at you, he doesn't even bother to look at your chest. It doesn't matter to him, he loves you for you, not your body, he loves the handsome man standing in front of him.

The two of you walk over to the bed and settle under the covers, you turn inwards, so your chest is facing his and curl up, he wraps his arms around you, stroking the exposed skin of your back and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before looking back into your eyes, softly he says, "You will always be my handsome man, no matter what."

And with that you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his torso rises and falls with each steady breath.

Crosshair

Crosshair looks at you with a small question on his furrowed brow "Why are you asking me? It's your body so it's your choice"

Knowing that's as about as good as a response you are going to get from him you turn around and pull your shirt off, discarding it.

He looks at the floor as you do so but when you turn back around he looks up, he looks at your chest briefly but only for a moment, your arms are crossed over it, but doesn't think much of it. Your chest doesn't change his image of you. He gives you a wry but reassuring grin and pulls you over to the bed and the two of you climb in.

He isn't wearing a shirt either so as he rolls over and pulls your back into his chest you can feel his breathing and his heartbeat and his warmth, the feeling very calming. He wraps his arms around your stomach careful to not touch your chest and pulls you closer to his so your spine curves into his chest.

He traces patterns into your stomach and lower chest, he traces a line up in the small space between your ribs in your upper chest, he does it slowly, creeping up ever so slightly and when you don't protest he lays his hand there, feeling your heartbeat. He sighs contentedly and so do you.

He gives you a kiss on the back of your head and mumbles "Love you" so quietly you almost don't hear it. You hum in response "Love you too Cross" and the two of you drift off to sleep.

Wrecker

Wrecker is a little slow on the uptake and doesn't quite understand what you are getting at, at first.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I wasn't born the same as you, remember? My chest isn't flat like yours"

He thinks for a moment and then it dawns on him what you are getting at "Oh?! Yeah, I did kinda forget, you are just so manly it's hard to remember that sometimes"

You laugh, he's so endearing and his blunt honestly makes your heart thrum with happiness. Even if he doesn't realise his comments about blatantly stating how "manly" you are always fill your heart fit to bursting.

"So is it ok?" you ask again

"Yeah?! Of course!" he cups your face in his hands and gives you a big kiss on the forehead.

You take a step back to take of your shirt and then you step into his space again and he gives you a massive bear hug, you let out a laugh as he throws you onto the bed. He dives after you and you are both a laughing mess. So much for going to sleep.

He pulls you over so you are laying on top of him and he wraps his arms tightly around you "You are amazing you know that?"

You giggle and reply "You're amazing too Wrecker" and with that you lay there together, humming and laughing softly, an endless loop of uncontainable happiness. You felt so lucky to be loved by someone like Wrecker.

Tech

Tech also doesn't quite understand, he looks at you quizzically and says "Yes? That is fine? Why do you ask?"

"Because it's important?" you respond a little upset by his blunt response

He thinks for a moment and studies your face as he does so, he seems to come to a conclusion and opens his mouth again "Would you like me to close my eyes or turn away?"

You shrug your shoulders noncommittally and Tech considers you for another moment, then his face lights up slightly, like a lightbulb going off in his head. He removes his goggles and places them beside your shared bed "There. This way I can't see and you know that I won't be able to see"

You chuckle at him, he's not wrong but it still feels a little bit silly. He seems to understand there is still some hesitancy and he takes your hand "You should only do what you are comfortable with, and you should know that I would never judge you for your body. No matter what"

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he nods his head towards the bed. "Do you wish to cuddle or should I give you some space"

In response you scooch over to him and lay an arm over his side placing your head on his palm, which he turns over to cup the side of your face.

"Maybe one day you can ask the Kaminoan's to help alleviate your chest dysphoria. But you should know by now that your body will never define your gender."

His statement makes you tear up a little and you smile at him "Thank you Tech"

"It is no problem my dear"

Echo

Echo looks a little taken aback "Yes, that's fine" he doesn't really seem to know what to say, and neither do you.

Instead, you slip your shirt off and he looks away politely. You touch his arm to grab his attention and turn back but he continues to look at your feet.

"Can I look?" he asks shyly

"Yeah, that's the point silly" you say with a chuckle

"That's not exactly what I meant" he says even more quietly than before. "I mean can I look at you, all of you?"

You feel warmth creep up your neck and cheeks as he says this

"Y-yeah" you stutter out and he looks up at you.

He looks into your eyes first and then drops them to your chest, he doesn't say anything but he also doesn't look for very long. You stand there a little shy and a little self-conscious but he looks away quickly enough that you don't feel uncomfortable.

He takes his one good hand and raises it to your cheek, cupping it gently and you nuzzle into it humming.

"You are a very beautiful person. I feel like the luckiest Clone alive to be with someone as amazing as you. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your body with me. I know that couldn't have been easy"

You smile back at him, a grin stretching its way across your face "You can't be the luckiest man alive because I have you, and that makes me the luckiest" He blushes in return, the deep red a stark contrast to his pale skin.

You both crawl into bed and you wrap your arms around each other and slowly doze off, never letting go of one another.

Hope you enjoyed! This one goes out to all my trans brothers out there!

!Feel free to request any other ideas that you would like me to write!

[zoeykallus]

Hi there! I love your headcanons and I was wondering if I could make a personal request. Let me know if this is a no-go.

I have PMDD, premenstrual dysphoric disorder, basically PMS [premenstrual syndrome] but 20x worse. It usually resolves upon the onset of the crimson wave. But not all the time.

I have been struggling really badly with the deep depression, insomnia, and self-image issues brought on by my disorder.

Do you think we can see how the Batch handles their fem reader S/O struggling with this disorder specifically? And maybe, if it's not too much, a part 2 with some of our favorite regs?

Thank you so much!

Aloha my dear!

Oh, this is a heavy hitter, I know where you are coming from. So many people out there have no idea how freaking much this can affect someone's life. PMS is already a hard thing to deal with, but PMDD brings it to yet another really shitty level. Don't worry, I got you 😊

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - Struggling With PMDD

Warnings: Mention of PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder) and its symptoms /Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

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AC: I'm using Techs Part first to introduce PMDD and its symptoms to those who might not know what it is. So don't be surprised about Tech's Part being longer than the others, there is a lot of information in there. So please read Tech's part, to understand what this is all about 😊

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Tech

The first experiences he has with you in this context are frightening for him. Apart from the fact that you suddenly seem like a completely different person to him, he is really worried about you. But Tech wouldn't be Tech if he didn't get to the bottom of this.

It takes him a little while to find the right material.

Premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) is a much more severe form of premenstrual syndrome (PMS). It may affect women of childbearing age. It’s a severe and chronic medical condition that needs attention and treatment. Lifestyle changes and sometimes medicines can help manage symptoms.

The exact cause of PMDD is not known. It may be an abnormal reaction to normal hormone changes that happen with each menstrual cycle. The hormone changes can cause a serotonin deficiency. Serotonin is a substance found naturally in the brain and intestines that narrows blood vessels and can affect mood and cause physical symptoms.

What are the risk factors for PMDD?

While any woman can develop PMDD, the following may be at increased risk:

Women with a family history of PMS or PMDD  

Women with a personal or family history of depression, postpartum depression, or other mood disorders

Other possible risk factors include lower education and cigarette smoking

Talk with your healthcare provider for more information.

"Healthcare provider?" he mumbles softly between reading, "As if any of us have such a thing"

Symptoms of PMDD appear during the week before menstruation and end within a few days after your period starts. These symptoms disrupt daily living tasks. Symptoms of PMDD are so severe that women have trouble functioning at home, at work, and in relationships during this time. This is markedly different than other times during the month.

There is a chart with symptoms and he worriedly starts to read it.

The following are the most common symptoms of PMDD:

Psychological symptoms

Irritability

Nervousness

Lack of control

Agitation

Anger

Insomnia

Difficulty in concentrating

Depression

Severe fatigue

Anxiety

Confusion

Forgetfulness

Poor self-image

Paranoia

Emotional sensitivity

Crying spells

Moodiness

Trouble sleeping

Fluid retention

Swelling of the ankles, hands, and feet

Periodic weight gain

Diminished urine output

Breast fullness and pain

Respiratory problems

Allergies

Infections

Eye complaints

Vision changes

Eye infection

Gastrointestinal symptoms

Abdominal cramps

Bloating

Constipation

Nausea

Vomiting

Pelvic heaviness or pressure

Backache

Skin problems

Acne

Skin inflammation with itching

Aggravation of other skin disorders, including cold sores

Neurologic and vascular symptoms

Headache

Dizziness

Fainting

Numbness, prickling, tingling, or heightened sensitivity of arms and/or legs

Easy bruising

Heart palpitations

Muscle spasms

Other

Decreased coordination

Painful menstruation

Diminished sex drive

Appetite changes

Food cravings

Hot flashes

His brows are drawn together critically. With a heavy sigh, he says quietly to himself, "Oh boy…"

Tech makes it his business to see that you are examined by a proper doctor, given appropriate medication, and change your diet. He sometimes seems stern and matter-of-fact, but only when he notices you neglecting yourself. Tech also pampers you to counteract the psychological symptoms, with picnics, massages and the like.

Don't worry too much, Tech's got your back. He won't give up on you.

Hunter

His senses already tell him what connections exist with your condition. But of course he is not a doctor and therefore informs himself accordingly without your knowledge, Tech helps him. What he learns frightens him, Hunter is really worried, and he makes it his mission to make this time, these symptoms, easier for you. Apart from making sure you always have the medication you need at hand, he is also much more attentive and caring than usual during this time.

You can let yourself go and not have to worry about anything, Hunter takes everything in hand and has it under control. He is especially gentle and forgiving with you during this time. You mean a lot to him, and he does his absolute best to help you.

He doesn't argue with you when you get your moods, if you want to be alone he respects that, but keeps an eye on you from a safe distance, just in case.

Echo

This sweet man really throws himself into the task of helping you. Whether it's getting your medications, preparing food, massages, and running relaxing baths, Echo has it all covered.

With him by your side, you will want for nothing during this difficult time. He is also not easily scared away, he is as patient as he is stubborn. You don't have to go to the doctor alone, Echo will accompany you.

He organizes your medication, your diet and everything else you need, if you want. If you don't, you must tell him clearly, because Echo will automatically see his task in taking care of everything.

Wrecker

He is warm, and lively. Contrary to the expectations of most, he is also very sensitive and attentive. Of course, he does not miss the fact that something is wrong with you. Of course, he is worried and wants to help.

Talk to him honestly, try not to withdraw, and you will have a steadfast supporter and caretaker in Wrecker. He likes to spoil you, make sure you are taken care of and have your medication.

Wrecker is happy to adapt to you, you just need to communicate with him and let him know what you need. Taking care of you is very easy for him, he likes to do that. Knowing that he can make things easier for you is also good for him in this situation. So confide in him, there is absolutely no reason to pretend in front of him.

Crosshair

He is a bit more complicated at first. Of course, you are incredibly important to him, and he also has a certain empathy, but he often stands in his own way when it comes to emotional, interpersonal things.

At first, he can't really deal with it at all and is looking for some distance at this time. But in a small conversation between brothers, in which Hunter makes it clear to him that his behavior sooner or later can seriously damage your relationship, Crosshair first informs himself more precisely about the existing problem. Finally, he approaches you with the knowledge he has gathered and tries to discuss with you what you can do together as a couple, what he can do as your partner to make the whole thing easier for you.

You talk about medications, doctor visits, relaxation techniques, and home remedies to combat some symptoms. It doesn't take long for the two of you to work out a certain routine that you can both manage and that he can use to help you get through this time okay.

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[clone-anon]

Together

Tech x Fem Reader who miscarries twins

Warning: miscarriage / pregnancy loss, proceed with caution

Tech held your hand while you got the news that the new life you were expecting was no longer there. Both heartbeats were gone and your own heart sank to the floor. The next several days were filled with pain and hurt and he held your hand through it. You grieved in more ways than one and it felt like your body was being torn apart. Tech held your hand many times, when you were trying to work through the immense discomfort, and when you had a bit of a physical reprieve even if it was short lived.

You looked around your home and saw scattered pieces of what you had hoped for. Tech had worked on trying to make changes to the house for the safety of the children and now those projects were abandoned. He followed your line of sight as you stared wordlessly at his work bench.

"Do not worry about that now," he said, kissing your temple and wrapping his arms around you, rocking you in place to offer comfort. "What matters most now is you. How is your pain?"

You grimaced and he insisted you sit down for now. He brought you something to drink, hoping the warmth of the beverage would help a little.

"Sit with me," you said hopefully.

"Of course," he replied softly. He sat next to you and allowed you to indicate where you'd like him, knowing you enjoyed cuddling. He laid back a bit and you rested against him. He rubbed your back, tears forming in his eyes. He reached for your hand and held it so gently, kissing the back of it with a firm kiss that said I love you. Tech had always been able to accept change and move on, but this hit different. He was with you here and now, helping you in any way he could, but he was also immensely heartbroken. You looked up at him with tears in your own eyes. He whispered "My darling," while kissing the top of your head and holding you a little closer. He wasn't sure what to say. He held you while you cried. He would hold your hand through it, each step day-by-day, never faltering and taking care of you in every way that he could.

[drafthorsemath]

Antidote (TBB Tech x afab Reader)

Tech x AFAB Reader (use of she/her pronouns), but all of the Batch included

Word Count: Five words over 3.3k

Warnings: Sex pollen but not the usual trope (no sex and an alternative is found), suggestive sexual language and situations but nothing acted upon, restraining for safety, some strong language, frank description of biological processes, creative use of a tampon, some feelings of shame but they are addressed, NSFW, younglings begone

A/N: I can’t read sex pollen fics. I tried. It wasn’t my thing, but then I got an idea and @staycalmandhugaclone encouraged me so here we are. This is not a call out or meant to be negative toward any sex pollen fics. This is just a different take.

Also on AO3.

You met the Batch on Pabu and in the months since, found yourself spending more and more time with them. This was especially true of Tech. You found his thirst for knowledge and direct nature easy to understand and get along with. Though, you were doing more than getting along. You weren’t sure how to tell him, but you had fallen for him.  His brothers all noticed, but he seemed not to. What you didn’t know was that he simply didn’t know how to bring up his feelings just yet.

The boys had decided to visit a nearby planet and since there didn’t seem to be any danger, no one had any objections to you coming along.  You hadn’t been on a ship since you first traveled to Pabu and you loved watching as you flew through hyperspace. Tech landed just outside of a city and you all headed toward the market. Hunter and Echo went in search of supplies while Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair all helped buy food to bring back to Pabu. You were particularly interested in the local fruits and vegetables that didn’t grow on the island you called home.

“I think this is enough,” you said, putting down the last crate next to the pile.

“Is it,” Wrecker asked. “I could eat all this in a couple days.”

“Yes, but we’re just getting what we can,” Crosshair responded. He didn’t want to make more than one trip back to the ship.

“Well, we can carry more,” Wrecker retorted. “At least I can.”

Crosshair gave him a half-hearted glare but helped purchase a few more crates.  Wrecker easily carried most of the load.

You turned around to look for Tech.  He was busy scanning some kind of contraption that caught his eye one booth over.

“Ready to go, Tech?”

“In just a moment,” he replied.

Wrecker and Crosshair walked ahead, catching up with Hunter and Echo who were waiting near the edge of town with some ship parts.  You knew a moment for Tech could mean anything from a few seconds to much longer than that but wanted to stay with him.

He put the item down and walked with you. “The wiring on this new style datapad results in faster computations. I want to see if I can rewire my own and achieve similar results.”

“That didn’t look like any datapad I’ve ever seen,” you replied.

“Ah, the outside is only meant to grab your attention. It is a new model. The inside is what interests me.”

You smiled at that.  Tech offered to carry the crate you still had, and you kindly accepted.

Once back at the ship, Wrecker took the crate from Tech. It was decided you all would spend the night on the ship and head back the next day.  Tech cleared his bunk so you would have a place to sleep, insisting he could sleep in a chair.  While you felt it was incredibly nice of him, you also couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to share a bunk with him.  The thought left your mind as he asked if you wanted to come with him to document some of the local flora.  After dinner, the others stayed around the campfire while you and Tech walked over a few hills and to the edge of a forest.  He excitedly took pictures and samples, telling you about each plant and its properties.

“This one has several medicinal uses,” he said, handing you a pink flower. You smiled at it and then back at Tech.  You gathered several and put them in their own storage bag for transport.  Multiple species of flowers were packed before you looked a little further into the woods.

“Tech! Come see!”

He walked over and immediately noticed the large teal blooms that opened as you walked by.

“Fascinating,” he said. He took a picture and noticed that as he got closer to you, the flowers seemed to open even further. He scanned them, looking for any known properties. His face dropped as soon as the results showed up.

“We need to go, mesh’la!”

“What? Why?” You sneezed.

“It may be too late.” He took your hand and briskly walked you out of the woods. Your face suddenly felt hot and your throat burned.

“Tech, I don’t feel well.”

“We must get back to the ship,” he said nearly panicking. “I believe those flowers create an aphrodisiac that specifically affects females of several species.”

No sooner had he said that, and your limbs felt like jelly and you fell against him.  Something wasn’t right. You could swear you felt all your blood rushing to your groin and let out a moan. You tried to run, but felt a great weight on your ankles. Tech lifted you like you weighed nothing and ran toward the Marauder. Hunter stood as he saw his brother carrying your body. Preparing for the worst, the boys all stood up asking what was wrong and following Tech on to the ship.

“A large flower opened, spreading pollen,” Tech stated. “I believe it is an aphrodisiac and it has already started to work.”

He sat you down, scanned you, and confirmed your symptoms. The others stood behind him, looking rather helpless. He sighed and gave you a rundown of what to expect. Very brief fever followed by extremely high libido and high energy until satisfied.

Crosshair looked from you to Tech and asked, “Isn’t there a way she can take care of this on her own? You know? Manually?”

“Negative,” replied Tech. “Based on the information available, orgasm does not help in mitigating the symptoms. It appears this particular pollen only effects females and it does not wear off until either sexual intercourse with a male is completed or her hormones shift with her next menstrual cycle.”

“Next period?!” You really started panicking. “I can’t feel that way for that long!” You wanted to cry and yet you could feel that you had to fight to remain yourself even now. You knew it would only get worse. “Look I… Tech I…” You searched for words, feeling overwhelmed. This was not how you wanted to have this conversation, but it seemed like you had better get it over with. “Tech, I have feelings for you. I really like you, but I don’t want to have sex with you or anyone right now, for that matter and I’m afraid of what I might say or do in the next however long.”

Tech quickly processed the information and couldn’t help but smile. “I believe the feeling is mutual,” he said, still kneeling in front of you. “I promise no one will do anything you would not want done in your healthy state of mind. You have my word.”

“That’s great,” chimed Echo, “And I’m really glad for you two, but how are we going to fix this without waiting?”

“I have an idea,” Tech replied.

No sooner had he said that and the fever hit. You felt like you were on fire and cold as ice at the same time. Wrecker stepped toward you to hold your hand. “It’s gonna be okay,” he said. “If anyone can solve this, it’s Tech.”

You tried to nod. Your whole body shook with fever, but within a few minutes the fever was gone. You knew that you weren’t yourself, but there was no way to stop it. You looked at all five men greedily and started to take your shirt off.

“I want Tech first,” you said with a smirk.

“Now now,” Wrecker said, still next to you and taking your hand away from your shirt. “None of that.”

You tried to stand up and looked at each member of the squad. You giggled to yourself that you just thought about the word “member.” They would do nicely, but you would give anything for Tech to throw you onto his bunk and fuck you through the bottom of the ship. You walked closer to him and he adjusted his googles.

“I know this is not you,” he said.

It quickly became clear that you were going to be quite a handful.  Tech did research as fast as possible, finding flowers that reacted similarly.  Wrecker held you in his lap with his arms wrapped around you after you tried to jump on Hunter as he walked past to assist Tech. He was also trying to keep you from acting out your latest threat of walking up to Tech and sitting in his lap naked. You made several comments about each of the men, but would not stop talking about how much you wanted Tech.

“We know,” Crosshair said, sitting next to Wrecker.

You turned your head toward Crosshair and smiled like an idiot. “Jealous,” you asked him.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied in annoyance.

“It’s okay if you are,” you countered in a sing-song voice.

Your body then decided that since you were sitting on a man’s lap, you might as well start thrusting your hips.

“Nope,” Wrecker said, lifting you off his lap. He was strong, but you were giving him a run for his money with how much you were squirming.

“We’ll sit with her awhile,” Hunter offered, dragging Echo with him. “Crosshair too.”

“What? Why me?”

“Because you’ve only sat next to Wrecker. I think we’ll all have to take some limbs or something.” Wrecker sat you down on the bunk and Hunter held you back before you could lunge at Tech. You nearly yoinked him halfway across the Marauder. Hunter managed to sit you back down with Echo holding one arm, Hunter the other, and Crosshair sitting on the floor hugging your legs.

“This is ridiculous,” you giggled. “Just let me fuck your brother. Just once.”

Hunter sighed. He knew you were going to be upset later. Tech had already discovered that there is no lapse in memory for this particular drug, so you would remember every moment of this.  He hoped you would find solace in the fact that they all knew this wasn’t really you. 

They were all getting tired and while Wrecker wanted to help Tech, he knew there was little he could do, so he tried sleeping until it was his turn to hold you again. Tech worked furiously through the night. He grimaced when you hit the next stage and complained you felt throbbing.  You had gone from flirty to begging for someone to put your out of your misery “with as much cock as possible.” When that didn’t work you cried. He knew it must be painful by this point. He couldn’t stand to hear you cry.  Your body was simply reacting to a drug. He felt guilty for not knowing this plant was in the vicinity, but it had never been documented on this side of the planet before. How could he have known?

In the middle of the night, Wrecker woke to stay with you while Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair tried to get some sleep. You made a lot of noise, but they tried. Wrecker had to admit that he didn’t do any more than doze. They were all worried for you, but being in war and under stress, they had learned to sleep when they can and then get up and do their part when it was time. They got what sleep they could.

You wailed when Wrecker held you, trying to scramble away to get to one of the men. He just kept apologizing and telling you he was keeping you safe. You managed to turn in his lap and wrap your legs around his waist.

He sighed. “I know you don’t want that. Not really.” You started crying again and all you could seem to feel was your pulse between your legs and a chemical drive that would not go away.

At the front of the ship, Tech started to make some progress.  He smiled to himself when he found a research article on this species of plant. He needed one of the pink flowers you’d collected earlier along with two drugs from the med kit.

Hunter hadn’t done much more than close his eyes, but he sensed the med kit being opened and went to try to help his brother.

“Will you restart the campfire,” Tech asked.

“Sure. What progress have you made?”

“We are not able to create or obtain the hormones needed to trigger her menstrual cycle and end this using that method. However, it is theorized that the reason sexual intercourse causes the pollen to cease its effect is because of the presence of semen in the vagina. Specifically, one protein found in seminal fluid. Now, obviously that is not an option for us, but it appears a similar form of this protein can be synthesized using the pollen of some flowers we collected. While not ideal, there are some items in the med kit that can help this chemical process.”

“Great, but how do we get it in her,” Hunter asked.

“We don’t,” answered Crosshair, now standing behind them. “Put whatever you make on a tampon and ask her to do it herself.”

“Would that work,” Echo asked, joining them.

“I believe it is the least invasive option,” Tech replied.

They all nodded. Hunter went outside to start the campfire.  Tech sterilized some equipment and joined him.  It seemed simple enough. He only needed part of the flower and then the heated wound disinfectant along with bacta gel would cause the protein to be isolated. Hunter dug a tampon out of the emergency supplies.

Echo and Crosshair helped Wrecker who held your legs, while the other two sat on either side of you. You were tired, but still acting ravenous. Your method had gone even further in the direction of complaining about how you were hurting, and you just wanted all this to be over. 

“It doesn’t have to be Tech,” you declared. “I’ll take any of you. Please!”  You then melted in Echo’s arm and looked at him with stars in your eyes. “Changed your mind yet? Any of you?”

He simply shook his head, trying to show he cared, and held on so you couldn’t pounce on anyone.  You turned to Crosshair on your other side. He held your arm and tried to help keep you still as best he could. You quickly moved to try to bite his neck and he pulled away. “No thank you,” he said. “I’m saving that for someone special.”

You were trying so hard to fight the drug coursing through your system, but it was a losing battle. After what felt like ages, Tech seemed satisfied with the concoction. There wasn’t much of it, but once it was cool enough he dipped the end of the tampon in the gel and walked back onto the ship. The boys let go enough for you to walk toward him. Your flirty symptoms appeared again, and you wanted Tech so badly. You looked up and down his body with no shame. He really took your breath away.

Tech found your glances made him nervous, but simply cleared his throat.  Just as he was about to explain why he was holding a tampon, you started sniffing the air.

“That smell,” you said.

The men all looked at each other. “Can you smell it,” Hunter asked. “The protein?”

“Whatever it is, I want to sit on it,” you replied with a grin. You homed in on the tampon.

Tech cleared his throat again and explained, “I have created what we hope will reverse the effect of the drug, but you need to insert this yourself.”

Crosshair and Echo were still each holding your arms, but not too tightly. You seemed to calm and they let go. You took the tampon and went to take your pants off, but everyone stopped you. Tech opened the refresher door and you walked in. He closed it and everyone sighed.

“I hope this works,” said Echo. “All I smell is floral bacta gel.”

In the ‘fresher you regarded the tampon with a little suspicion, but your body seemed to be on autopilot. You placed the tampon and immediately the ache started going away. You took slower breaths. You washed your hands and realized your nerves had been on fire for hours.  You looked at yourself in the mirror and felt the heat in your face start to drain. Instead, you realized all that you had said and done, or tried to do. All kinds of emotions flooded your system. You were sure that Hunter could sense the change in you from the other side of the door, so you made no effort to report what was going on. You weren’t sure you wanted to see or talk to any of them yet. You were covered in sweat from all your activity and wanted a shower.  You stripped off your clothes and briefly stood under the water. Just enough to clear away the feeling on your skin.  When you got out, you noticed someone had left you the spare clothes you’d brought, and you slowly put them on. After a few more minutes of staring blankly into the mirror and letting the antidote work, you finally reappeared.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I didn’t mean all that.”

“We know,” Wrecker said, pulling you into a hug.

“Glad you feel better,” Hunter said.

“Been thinking we might all get some shut eye before we leave,” Echo suggested.  Crosshair nodded with a little smile on his face. For the first time all night, he popped a toothpick in his mouth.

You nodded, thanking them for helping you.

“Especially you, Tech.”

He wasn’t sure what to do. Should he hug you? Hold you? Keep his distance?

“Here,” he said. “If you find you need more to counter the drug, I will put this in a safe place.” He showed you a container with the small puddle of gel he had made using the flowers. You smiled at him.

“How did you figure it out?”

He walked you to the cockpit after closing up the ship as the sun rose. He sat you down, noticing how physically weak you looked. Sitting across from you, he told you about his research and how he found a way to mimic the protein structure that seemed to shut down the drug.  You smiled. Of course Tech would figure it out.

“I’m sorry again,” you said.

“Cyar’ika, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, reaching for your hand. He gave it a soft squeeze and smiled at you. “None of this was your fault.”

You returned the smile and sat back, looking like you might fall asleep.

“Let me help you to bed,” he offered. You took his arm, needing it to steady yourself. Your legs felt like jelly for a whole different reason this time.

You got into bed. In his bunk. The others were already sleeping. Tech sat on the end of the bed, but looked conflicted. When he originally offered to sleep in the pilot’s seat, he didn’t know all of this would happen.

“Tech? Can you stay? Is that okay?”

He nodded, but suddenly seemed a bit nervous. He had never shared a bed with anyone like this. What he said earlier was true. He had feelings for you and knew you had feelings for him. He wanted you to feel safe, so if you wanted him close, he felt it would be alright now, although he wasn’t sure what he was doing as he laid down.

“How would you like me to, uh…”

“Like this,” you replied, taking his hand and laying it across your middle. Not too close or tight, but just there. “But however feels right. I trust you.”

He softly smiled and relaxed. “Goodnight mesh’la.”

[clone-anon]

Hello!  Since I can’t send you anything anon, I hope replying here is okay!  I am thinking Tech might be quite helpful in this scenario.

“It is worse than last time,” noted Tech.  It was a clear comment, not a question.  He was still getting to know what to expect for you specifically.  He found out quickly that no amount of research could prepare him for the realities of helping you when your period hit.  You remember how much it meant to you when he put his datapad and research aside and simply asked what you needed.  He was always there to listen to you and help where he could.  He couldn’t hide the twinge of worry over how things were going this round.

You described the pain and tried to look for a way to find relief.  Tech went through the list of your usual options.  Pain medication was not helping enough.  He suggested the heating pad and if you felt up to it, moving around a little in some way to help things along, or at least allowing him to help you find the best sitting and laying positions to minimize discomfort.

Tech gathered a selection of your favorite snacks and some tea he thought you might like to try.  He placed them on the table in front of the couch and helped you get comfortable.  At first he sat next to you and helped you adjust every so often, but you realized that you wanted more comfort and he laid down on the couch, cradling your body on his and wrapping you in warmth.  

You relaxed, head on his chest, and he left a kiss on your head. He wanted to take this pain from you, but logically knew he couldn’t, so he just felt helpless to do more.  Whenever the cramps got particularly bad, he held out his hand.

“Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to,” he said. “As hard as it hurts.”  

You hesitated at first, but it was worth a shot.  You held on to his hand for dear life as another shot of pain ripped through your body.  He didn’t flinch or pull away.  He held on to you, his hand steady and reminding you that he was with you.  When you were able to let go and rest a little, he rubbed your back and let you sleep against him, stealing away whatever comfort you could.  

Although he couldn’t fix this, he did everything he could to help you feel comfortable.  He did laundry, made sure you ate, and made sure you took care of yourself with all those little things you don’t want to think about because the pain was too great.  When he got into bed with you at night, he held you close.

“I love you, cyare,” he said.  He looked at you like you were everything.  He couldn’t hide his smile. Even on days like this, you were his favorite person and he’d do anything for you.

“Even like this,” you asked.

“Of course,” he replied. “I love you always.”

Clone comfort fic recs please

Ok I'm going to need everyone's fic recs for your favourite clone period comfort fics.

Cause this is a really bad one. It feels like my uterus is tearing itself out of my body like a chestburster from Alien while simultaneously stabbing everything on its way out with the bluntest implements it can find. I can barely function or think beyond pain. Being disabled and chronically is fucking awful. I absolutely hate my body for putting me through this every fucking month.

[stardusthuntress]

Shark Week

TBB x afab!reader (no clone-cest) 

Word count: ~1.1k (short but sweet this time)

Summary: periods suck, but the bad batch is here to help! No smut this time, just comfort from the bestest of bad boys!

A/N: So, I'm on my period (ow), and I wish the batch was here to help... so let's pretend they are! Periods are a roller coaster, so for those who have to deal with one and need a hug from the best bad boys when it gets bad, this is for you! I wrote this as though all the men sorta have a crush on the reader, but it’s not too suggestive, so interpret it however you want! 

also, I know I'm the worst at keeping to a predictable writing schedule which makes it hard for people to keep up with my fics when they are posted. And I do remember that I promised more fun with the Right Attire series before anything else - turns out those ones are harder to write than I expected! I promise those are in the works! For now, have a sweet little period comfort fic instead!

Mando’a: 

Mesh’la = Beautiful 

dividers by @/djarrex

“What’s wrong with you?” Wrecker asks as they return from a market trip and find you curled into a ball around a heating pad, head tucked into your knees, groaning on the couch with a container of pain meds, an empty ice cream container, and an assortment of tissues and tissue boxes scattered across the nearest counter. 

All the gents pause for a moment. 

“Sabotaged by my baby box…” your voice mumbles from around the pillow you’re currently squashing between your lap and heating pad, unwilling to uncurl to do so. 

“Ah, I see.” Says Tech, redirecting his steps from the workbench in the main room to the outdoor one, knowing you like quiet when the pain grips your internal organs like this. 

Echo heads straight to the kitchen and starts filling a water bottle. 

Hunter sits down next to you and leans you against his side, rubbing your back. 

“What?” Asks Wrecker, genuinely confused. 

Crosshair chuckles from where he’s leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, and shifts his toothpick to answer. “She’s on her period, Wrecker.” He states it blatantly, much to your dismay. Not that you didn’t just say the same thing in different words, but somehow it’s the delivery that just grates on your nerves. But before you can spiral down that rabbit hole, Wrecker’s voice drags you from your emotional reverie. 

“Ooooooohhhhh…. Uh…. Want me to make you a nest?” Wrecker tries. 

Echo emerges from the bedrooms, slightly cool water bottle in hand, bowl of fruit under his arm, and a blanket draped over his shoulder, and Tech hot on his heels. “She’s not a bird, Wrecker.” 

“Mmmmm, yes please Wreck,” you mumble again, this time from Hunter’s shoulder. 

Echo chuckles fondly, “Maybe you are our little bird today.” 

“Actually,” Tech’s finger is in the air as he spouts facts, “many mammals also have nesting tendencies. Sometimes it is a child rearing tactic. In many cases it is lumped in with a group of behaviors or time of year, for example hibernation. There is also—“ 

Chuckling fondly at Tech’s incessant fountain of knowledge, you stretch a hand towards your water bottle on the counter, only to have Tech snatch it away as he stops chatting at you. 

“Hey!” You protest, hand going limp on the edge of the table in frustration with a moan of disdain. 

“That one’s empty, here,” Echo gently offers, sliding the one he’d just filled into your hand and sitting on your other side. 

He and Hunter help you sit up without uncurling to drink the water. 

Tech reappears, having deposited the empty water bottle into the kitchen. He stands in front of you with your favorite fuzzy socks, headband, and salty snacks, and a napkin so you can eat where you are. 

You give a tired smile, relaxing a bit as they all take the time to help you through the pain. “Thanks guys.” 

“We’re not done just yet,” Hunter says, placing a kiss on your temple as he stands up. 

You groan at the loss of one of your favorite heaters. 

“He will be right back,” Echo whispers into your other ear, pulling you closer. 

You hum in answer again as you relax into him. 

“Back already,” Hunter plops down beside you again. 

You grumble in protest as your comfy seat bounces in response. 

“Sorry,” he whispers against your shoulder, his hand sliding into yours. But instead of simply intertwining his fingers with yours you find yours getting wrapped around a crinkly package. 

You look down at it, confused, until you notice what it is… your favorite chocolate. 

“Hmmmm, you guys spoil me,” you mumble back. 

“Hmm, not enough,” he and Echo tell you, wrapping you in the blanket Echo brought and rubbing any part of you that they can reach. 

Tech reappears again, having used his brother’s attention on you to disappear yet again without anyone noticing… that is, except Crosshair, who walks beside him carrying an arm full of books. 

“We were unsure which one you are reading at the present time, or if there are several, but these were the books I kept a record of you mentioning most recently. Crosshair’s idea.” Tech finishes with a finger pointing to the sky, rather proudly. 

Behind them Wrecker appears, almost entirely hidden behind the piles of blankets and pillows he’s collected from your room and his. He pauses, and reshuffles so his mismatched eyes can reappear over the top of the multitude of comforts he carries. 

“Where do you wanna be?” He booms excitedly. He always enjoys building nests. 

“Where she is, Wrecker. Don’t make her move.” Crosshair tells him, with his usual grumpiness. 

Wrecker ignores him, still looking at you with a smile in his eye. 

“Na, we need more space than that. We’re all burrowing in with you, Mesh’la,” Hunter instructs. “Move that and we’ll use the floor.” 

Wrecker uses one foot to move things out of the way until Echo, and Crosshair get up and help. 

Hunter stays put, keeping you upright and warm. 

“My Dear,” Tech purrs, “I need you to simply answer yes or no to these questions so that I may make sure we have all necessary items on hand before we settle in.” 

You nod, laughing feebly, “I think you already have everything, but ok.” 

He lets a small proud smirk grace his lips and launches into a list of symptoms and you diligently answer, knowing he just wants to make you feel better. 

20 minutes later and you’re fed and curled up in the middle of 5 caring men, talking softly as you doze off. Your head is in Hunter’s lap as he massages your scalp and shoulders. Echo has your middle where he’s keeping a constant pressure on the heating pad on your abdomen, his hand massaging where your kidneys are to relieve the tension of your body in overdrive. Tech is massaging your feet through the fuzzy socks. Wrecker and Crosshair are spread out in front of you, keeping you in the center of their circle as Crosshair pretends to focus on what’s going on outside the window. Secretly he’s been unwrapping chocolate to feed you whenever you start to seem uncomfortable again. Tucked beneath your arm as you doze, is the book Crosshair pulled from the pile for you at your request. It’s quickly joined by Lula as Wrecker winks at you as he animatedly tells a story from when he walked Omega to Shep’s house for a sleepover this morning. 

“Sleep,” Crosshair whispers to you around his toothpick, “We’re not going anywhere.” 

Tucked between your favorite men in the galaxy, you drift off to a peaceful, relatively pain free, nap. By the time you fall asleep, one hand is tangled in Crosshair’s loose grip, and one in Wrecker’s. 

Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it! And NO dropping it into an AI to finish it for me! That’s stealing my work and feeding it to an AI without my consent. It is not okay to give an AI something you didn’t write yourself! 

taglist: @cw80831 @kenobidevil @bambambunny

[din-miller]

A Little Jive Is Good for You

PAIRING: All Bad Batch Boys x AFAB Reader (gender neutral) no incest/all separate stories

Summary: Reader surprises their partner with a new sex toy called Jive. (It's a wearable g-spot vibrator)

WARNINGS: 18+, sex toy, app controlled sex toy because we fancy here, oral (cunnilingus), fingering, semi public sex (?), tiny bit of angst (sorry echo), thigh fucking, I don't know what phones are called in Star Wars so I'm using device as a placeholder for now, afab, gender neutral reader, all established relationships, tbb headcanons but it's spicy

A/N: I originally wasn't going to write for Crosshair but the setting of the fic didn't work with the others so he made the cut. Congratulations buddy.

Hunter doesn't notice the app at first. It's not until half his Caf is gone, the article he's reading is finished and his thumb swipes back to his home screen that his eyes fall upon the newest icon.

We-vibe

He frowns, never having heard of it before. For a brief second he wonders if he should get Tech to come over and look at it. Make sure it's not a virus or some kind of tracker. But his curiosity gets the best of him. It's probably some kind of prank of Wrecker's. He's done it before. So, Hunter takes his chances and opens the app and he's met with a dark purple background and a bold-all-caps word.

TOYS

Definitely Wrecker's doing.

He hits the play button and it takes him to another purple screen, this time a lighter shade. There's four squares that surround a circle and inside that circle there is a smaller one labelled JIVE.

With a little hesitation Hunter presses on the smaller circle that he's able to move around. He plays with it, swinging it around inside the big circle before moving it to the bottom left square right on top of a little wave symbol.

Three things happen at once. A faint pulsing sound comes from the cockpit followed by a gasp and a wave of arousal – your arousal – hits his nose so hard that his cup falls out of his hand and onto the floor, bouncing a few times as warm Caf spills onto the ship's flooring, but his hands are too busy clenching the table to notice.

His nostrils flair, seeking the smell of your arousal, breathing it in deep inside his lungs and his tongue darts out to taste the air. Sweet and faint, yet it sits on the tip of his tongue and his eyes close, picturing the glistening of your wet pussy, the way your walls flutter around the toy – kriff, what he'd do to have his cock buried deep in your tight cunt.

Hunter breathes out your name, a plea and you're appearing before him naked as the day you were born.

"Ner kar'ta," Hunter swallows, eyes unapologetically locked on your sex, "Look at you, so wet, so beautiful."

You're in front of him now, his head perfectly lined up with your dripping cunt and his fingertips gleefully trail up your thigh stopping just where you ache for his touch.

"Hunter, baby, please!" You beg, desperate and unashamed. He must sense your desperation, because his hand lays flat over your mons pubis and his thumb rests on your outer folds. He doesn't part them, just presses lightly against them.

"I can feel the vibrations," He grunts, eyes falling close, "I can feel the anticipation as it rushes through your body, the need for pressure, for movement against your wet pussy. It calls to me, ner kar'ta."

"Kriff, answer it then!" You growl, pushing his chair away from the table and throwing a leg over his thighs to straddle him. You rock yourself against his clothed sex, seeking friction against the throbbing of your own.

"Very demanding for someone who started this," He reminds you, but his arms wrap around your waist, device forgotten as he helps you move against his cock, "Not complaining though."

You snake a hand down between your bodies to change the vibration with the built in button. This one's stronger and your hips jerk up, separating from Hunter but the clones quick to pull you back down onto his lap.

Slowly, teasingly so, he removes the toy and presses it against your clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers coat themselves in your arousal before sliding into your cunt.

It doesn't take you long to reach your orgasm, in fact it slams into you at full force when Hunter presses against your sweat spot with just the right amount of pressure.

Then his own orgasm stains the blacks he's currently wearing, messy and so fucking hot. He rarely cums in his pants – preferring to do it in or on you – so when he does your ego inflates. At least until Hunter pulls another orgasm out of you.

Echo had figured it was Tech's doing too. His brother is always updating his technology, making sure everything works. He even programmed all the apps and keyboard to be one handed accessible.

Everyone except you and him had gone out for the next few hours, leaving the ship empty and comfortably silent. At least it was silent until Echo's curiosity got the best of him and his thumb started flicking the small circle labelled JIVE around.

He doesn't have heightened senses; he can't hear the toy, can't smell your arousal. It's not until you appear at the cargo holds door way, wide eyes locked onto the device in his hand with a desperate 'please' falling from your lips that he knew the app wasn't Tech's doing.

Echo's heard of apps like this. A way to pleasure your partner hands free. He went down the rabbit hole of sex toys when you and him first became sexually active. A fear of not being able to properly please you with only one hand plagued him night and day until you sat him down and reassured him that he satisfies you plenty.

"Please," You plead once again, crossing your leg over the other one seeking friction against your core as you squeeze your thighs shut, "Echo, kriff, I need more."

Echo's eyes flicker down to your body, clad only in panties, then to the screen in his hand. His thumb gives an experimental slide of the JIVE button and you stumble towards him, a wave of arousal soaking your panties, and without missing a beat you sink into his lap. Echo's dress in just his blacks, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants and the first brush of your sex against his is utter bliss.

His scomp snakes around your waist balancing you on his lap as he awkwardly tries to catch the device in his hand as it slides from his grip, his brain a little too distracted by the whispers of vibration against his cock to have proper coordination to hold the device.

A part of you is begging yourself to move and take off your panties, to free Echo's cock and slide your drenched folds over the wide width of his sex, but as much as you love pussy jobs you can't seem to separate yourself from your husband long enough to take them off.

So instead you unapologetically hump against his clothed cock, moaning when he moans at the feeling of the toy's vibration against his length.

Neither of you last long, which in all honesty is never a disappointment, and thankfully the night is still young and the way your husband is looking at you, you know you'll be sore tomorrow.

Wrecker finds out about the toy by feeling it. You've momentarily forgotten you were wearing it until his fingers found the tail end of the toy as his deft fingers slip into your panties.

Your back is to his chest as he brackets you in with his meaty legs, one hand palming your tit as his hips expertly grind against your ass.

You've spent the day teasing him; dirty flirting, a brief risky flash of your tits – his biggest weakness – just to build up to this moment.

"Aw, mesh'la, did you get a new toy without me?" His fingers blindly feel out the new toy, or at least the part not inside you, until he finds a small raised bump near the end of the toy. His finger settles on the button but doesn't press it, awaiting your consent.

He's always been like that, a big man who will wait hand and knees to get the go ahead. Especially when it comes to sexual activities and new toys. You admire that about him, consent being the key to everything he does, but right now? Right now you want him to hold you against his chest until the vibrations shoot through your core and leave you a sobbing mess.

The need makes you beg without embarrassment, "Press it, kriff, don't tease me!"

The moment the toy activates you're letting out a silent scream, eyes rolling into the back of your head, body arching up and away from Wrecker's chest as the vibrations pulse inside your tight cunt, right snug against your g-spot.

His hand firmly squeezes your tit before pinching your perky nipple, his breath hot against your neck as he gently nibbles against the flesh again and again, leaving marks, claiming what's his.

His finger travels down farther until it reaches his target; your dripping cunt. He coats his finger with your juices before gently guiding it inside you, right behind the back of the toy.

Nothing about Wrecker is small, his fingers are meaty, chunky, and he knows it. With one finger he curls it in into the silicon of the toy, pressing it against your most sensitive area. Your hand shoots out to wrap around his wrists, nails leaving red crested shapes in his flesh and it's all you can do to keep the tears building up at bay.

You can't stop the cry that leaves your mouth as your arousal soaks through your panties and drips onto the mattress below you. Kriff, you didn't even last half a minute before cumming. It's the quickest you've ever finished and you probably should be a little ashamed of how fast it was, but Wrecker's chest vibrates with the loudest moan you've ever heard from him;

"Mesh'la, I'm gonna–,"

"Wait," You shakingly push yourself up farther onto his torso until his cock slides through the opening of your thighs, "Fuck my thighs, baby, let me see you cum."

He groans, needing no further instructions before fucking your thighs, fast. His precum acts like natural lubricant as his cock jerks back and forth, hot and heavy between your thighs.

"Squeeze around my cock, mesh'la." Wrecker grunts breathlessly and you press your thighs together tightly. The toy is still vibrating inside you and you reach down to the built-in button to turn it off, overstimulated.

Wrecker's fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as his release paints your thighs, his cock helplessly twitching between the valley of your legs as he cries out your name.

Once you catch your breath, and can lift a finger, you'll show him the app. Show him how to use it. Maker, you can't wait.

Tech knew right away what the app meant for, his codpiece already becoming too restricting before he even opens the app.

He calls out for you, wanting to see your face as it overcomes with pleasure. Pleasure he's giving you, he's responsible for.

The moment you walk into the room and see his lust filled gaze, app open on his device, you're stripping yourself of your clothing, sitting across from him in the co-pilot's chair, legs spread wide to give him a clear view of your pussy.

He doesn't activate the toy right away, instead he's leaning forward in his chair, eye locked onto your cunt. He's studying the part of the toy he's able to see and you roll your eyes fondly before snapping your fingers together.

His eyes shoot up to yours, swallowing at the blatant need that reflects back at him. It's clear that neither of you will be lasting long. Not this time at least.

"I trust you're smart enough to figure out how to work it." You teasingly trail a hand down your body, ghosting over your sex before retreating back up to your chest to play with your breasts.

"Of course," He huffs, adjusting his goggles, "It's a basic design; clearly fashioned by humans with a basic understanding of technology–,"

With a soft chuckle you bring a hand down to hover over the built in power button, "Then you'd know I can control it with a quick press of the button right here. Really, I don't even need you–oh kriff,"

Your hips jerk up, a surprise moan falling from your lips as the toy buzzes to life inside you and your walls clench around the silicon, "Tech!"

"Too much?"

You shake your head, fingers clenching the arms of your chair, "No, it's good, it feels so good."

Tech hums, eyes once again locked onto your pussy and you know he's silently debating with himself on whether or not to take a holo. You're about to tell him to just take one but all that leaves your mouth is a pathetic whine as the vibrations change to a stronger setting.

Tech's out of his chair and on his knees before you, "I want to taste you."

That's basically all the warning you get before your legs are hooked over his shoulders, his tongue darting out to collect your arousal before spreading it over your clit. He flicks the tip of his tongue over your sex before pulling back, "You're so wet for me."

You nod, eyes rolling back as his mouth returns to your sex, "All you for, Tech. It's all for you."

Crosshair knew instantly that the new app was your doing. You're the only one who knows his passcode. He just didn't know what the app was designed for.

He had ignored it at first, letting most of the day go by before managing to corner Tech and demand his brother tell him what the app was. Of course Tech had simply explained everything about it, but when he went to go turn the toy on Crosshair shoved the barrel of his rifle under the clone's chin. Tech was smart enough to make himself scarce.

Now with the knowledge of what the app was designed for, Crosshair was in control with you willingly at his mercy. He lets you continue your faux innocent act, pretending himself that he hasn't noticed the app.

He'll wait for the opportune moment to arrive. He's a patient man, he's not weak like his brothers. We won't wait on hands and knees for you to come to him and you know that.

The moment comes almost five hours later as he volunteers himself and you to do the supply run Echo and Tech were originally signed too. Hunter had given him a questioning look, obviously wondering why he'd willingly offer to do something he'd usually bitch about doing.

Crosshair had just glared back at his brother and Hunter was smart enough to end any further questions there.

"So," You start, eyeing the man beside you as you walk side by side through the market, "Why us? Echo was relieved to be getting some fresh air, you know. You also hate people, crowds and shopping. Have to admit, I'm a little baffled."

He doesn't look at you but his words are sharp, "You're not an idiot, ner kar'ta."

"I've never claimed to be one, I– oh, you, you wouldn't," You come to a halt, pulling Crosshair with you. Your eyes are wide, full of fear and a building of desperate want, "We're in public, Crosshair."

"Best not make a scene then."

It's not an order, nor a demand, it's a challenge.

One you already know you're going to lose.

But then again this is Crosshair, the man you've spent all day unknowingly giving him a raging hard-on. He's pent up, sexually so, and that's your doing and that doesn't go unpunished.

So it doesn't really come as a surprise that when you're about to cum he turns off the device, denying you of the orgasm you're desperate for.

Because when you do cum, you'll be on your knees, mouth wrapped around his cock. Not here, in a crowded marketplace; not when he can't praise you. Not when he can't taste himself on your lips.

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Sorry about how roughly Tech's ended. I've never been good at writing cunnilingus. Blow jobs on the other hand I'm a master at but that's mostly because I've spent ten years writing gay porn.

[get-wr3ckered]

| Karma- (GN Reader x The Bad Batch) |

Warnings: SW cursing but does that actually need a warning? Other than that I don’t think any warnings are warranted.

Wordcount: 1,200+

Notes:

Reader has an established nickname/ callsign.

While Reader is gender neutral, they're AFAB.

I think I’ve added all the appropriate warnings and tags but if I’ve missed something or tagged it incorrectly feel free to let me know and I’ll fix it asap!

Am I writing this without actually having started watching TBB yet? Yes I am. Am I praying that from the brief snippet we saw of the Batch in SWTCW that I’m doing their characterisation some semblance of justice? Also yes.

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-Chapter Two-

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"Alright," Hunter voiced once they made the jump to hyperspace, drawing his brother's focus. He nodded to Tech who'd already had his datapad in hand, Cody's briefing no doubt at the ready. "What're we in for?"

Tech was silent for a moment. His eyes scanning quickly over the words in front of him. "Well, it's certainly not good."

"You don't say," Crosshair jibed. The eye roll that would've no doubt followed never came to be as Hunter shot a warning look his way.

Unbothered by Crosshair's words, Tech read on through Commander Cody's briefing. "It appears that a Special Operative known as 'Karma' has been captured by the Separatists, General Grievous to be precise."

Hunter gave a slow nod, gesturing for Tech to continue, seemingly unaware of the slight furrow that pulled at Echo's brows.

"They were to gather vital information on a new make of Battle Droid that has been giving the GAR particular trouble as of late." Adjusting his goggles, he continued. "They were assigned the task three rotations ago. I wonder why Commander Cody is so adamant about this 'Karma' being retrieved so swiftly. The Separatists have held Republic prisoners for considerably longer before any rescues were attempted."

"It's obvious isn't it?" Crosshair scoffed, Tech furrowed his brow and turned to his brother questioningly. "Commander Cody's got a soft spot for this one."

"Stow it, Cross," Hunter sighed. Crosshair's comment wasn't helpful, and even if that were the case, it wasn't any of their business. Turning his attention to Echo, Hunter took note of the thoughtful look twisting at his pallid features. "Echo, you good?"

Echo let out a quiet hum in response. He knew that callsign from somewhere and yet he couldn't quite place where. It was almost mocking him, the way the name nagged at him to remember something just out of reach.

"Echo?" Hunter tried again but got no response.

The furrow of Echo's brow deepened momentarily. The edges of a blurred memory began to clear up, a seemingly inconsequential interaction clawing its way to the surface... And then the realisation slammed into him like an out-of-control speeder.

"What?" Wrecker guffawed, exchanging a look with the others as Echo's demeanour dropped without a word. "You know 'em or something?"

"Or something," Echo muttered cryptically, his eyes widening a fraction as his mind danced with the memory of how he knew you and who had been the cause of your brief meeting.

Sensing his reluctance to speak further, Hunter turned back to Tech. "What's our ETA looking like?"

Turning back to the Pilot's controls, Tech looked them over briefly before answering. "We'll be dropping out of Hyperspace in a moment, by my calculations we'll be on the ground in eleven minutes or so."

"Let's gear up then."

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Alarms blaring was not an ideal wake-up call, but given you were currently stuck with the Separatists you supposed it could've been worse, a lot worse.

You weren't sure when you'd nodded off in all honesty but after three rotations of forcing yourself to stay awake, the small amount of unwanted rest came as a relief. The tired sting of your eyes wasn't as intense, your limbs didn't feel as heavy and the pounding in your head had dispersed a little. It seemed your impromptu nap had done a world of good.

Shimmying forward, as far from the wall as your restraints would allow, you peeked through to where the droids had been stationed... only to find them nowhere in sight.

'What the kriff is going on?' You silently asked yourself as you move back to the wall to give yourself some slack on the restraints.

While the alarm itself was somewhat concerning, this was the first instance since your capture that you had been left unsupervised and you were not about to waste this opportunity. Twisting your bound wrists behind your back, you manoeuvred your flesh hand to grasp the section of your prosthetic that connected to your arm. Working quickly, your fingers danced over the plastoid shell of your bionic limb, seeking out the release mechanism with practised ease.

Your prosthetic fell limp, a quiet clatter hanging in the air as it fell to the floor unceremoniously. Pulling your now hand-free wrist from the restraints was all too easy- getting the prosthetic back on without the use of your still bound hand however, not so much. It took a great deal of fighting with the limp hand and an uncomfortable amount of time trying to position it just right between your knees but eventually, you managed to click the artificial hand back into place.

With your hand firmly secured, breaking free of the remaining restraint was a breeze. The worn metal clasp that kept them shut didn't hold up when pitted against the strength of your artificial fingers. The small scratches left in the plastoid covering of your fingers were a small price to pay for being free of those damned restraints.

Pinpointing your escape route wasn't hard, you'd spent the majority of your captivity planning for this very moment. Crossing over to the left side of the cell, you made quick work of prying the vent cover from the wall, a silent thank you to the Separatists for being stupid enough to install vents in their cells passed briefly through your thoughts as you hauled yourself inside the small shaft, taking care to prop the cover back into place as best you could.

Climbing through the vent system, you aimed to put as much distance between you and the detention centre as possible. After several minutes of manoeuvring through the tight space, you paused briefly both to catch your breath and to try and get ahold of your partner-in-crime.

Sliding the plastoid panel that covered the back of your artificial hand to the side, you revealed the small blinking light of your comm. A sigh of relief fell from your lips. It was still active, the Separatists hadn't clocked the signal and put a block in place.

It really was a blessing how oblivious Separatist droids were sometimes. After all, who wouldn't check a bionic limb for built-in trackers or comms and such? Seppie droids, that's who.

"Hey Buddy," You tested, voice low as the clanking of metal feet echoed beneath you. "You reading me?"

A painful silence hung over you.

"Bewoop!"

Never in your life had you been so glad to hear the high-pitched beeps of a droid.

"For a second there I thought the Seppies gotcha," You mused, carefully inching forward through the vent system once more. "Please tell me this alarm's got nothing to do with you."

The sad sequence of beeps that crackled over your shared frequency wasn't comforting.

"Alright Buddy, it's not your fault." You assured despite the little droid admitting to having been spotted by a squad of battle droids. "You've got the data right?"

"Boop!"

"Good work little guy," You praised softly. "Alright, I need you to hightail it outta here with that data. If they catch you, they'll scrap you."

Another series of sad beeps came through, leaving you to shake your head at the droid despite it being unable to see you.

"Don't worry 'bout me, Buddy," You sighed. "Getting that data back to Cody is all that matters right now. I've gotten myself out of tighter spots, and I'll get myself out of this alright?"

With a quiet confirmation from the small droid, the comms channel went dead. Now all you could do was pray that Buddy got that data back to Cody.

It was out of your hands now.

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Taglist: @staycalmandhugaclone @photowizard17 @burningfieldof-clover @actuallybarb

Feel free to drop me a message to be added to (or removed from) the taglist!

[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge December 2022

1st:

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Bonsoir Ch.6: Golden Hour - Gregor x F!OC Cassia Nu by: @kaminocasey SFW

What a Price to Pay 2 - Boba Fett x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Shadows and Shades 16 - Crosshair x OFC by: @wild-karrde SFW

Love Songs - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rex x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

The Cottage Part4 - Rex x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Busted! - TBB x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk Me Home Ch.6 - Wolffe x F!OC Cherise by: @cyarbika Mature

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Alone Together - Tech x Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Body Paint - Tech x AFAB!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Night Swimming - Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Echo : There for You Ch.24 - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Under a Red Sun: Ditry Little Thief - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Prankster - Fives/Wrecker/Hardcase x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rebels Wolffe x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Shadows and Shades: Finale ! - Crosshair x OFC Iden by: @wild-karrde SFW

Forgive Me, My Love - A letter from Cody by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Ashen Moon 4 - Kylo Ren x F!Reader by : @interstellarwraith SFW

Getting Some Rest - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Flattering Art - TBB x M!Jedi Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Jesse x Jedi F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Loyal Friends - TBB x Friend!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

About Break Ups and Moving On - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

All is Quiet in the Havoc Marauder - Echo x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 NSFW

12th:

A Jedi`s Sacrifice - TBB x Jedi!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Tough Decisions - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Do You Hear the People Sing part6 - Fox x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

PTSD - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Sins of the Father Ch35 Din Djarin x F!OC by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

TBB a sa Rockband HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

I`m All Yours - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Notes on Tutoring: The Performance - Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite SFW

Loverboy Part 3 - Echo x Sith!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

A Glitch in the Matrix - Texh x SO!Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Search & Rescue Dogs - TBB & M!Friend HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Fallen - Fives story by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW

Sun and Rain: Age of the Empire Ch.9 - Hunter x F!OC by: @photogirl894 SFW

Piercings - TBB + Rex x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Showing You My Love - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Slow Ride - TBB x F!Reader Spicy HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Tree Decorating with Cody - Cody x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

In Command - Rex X F!OC by: @wild-karrde SFW

In Love and War: Moving On - Rex X F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Taglist: @imabeautifulbutterfly@chaoticvampirejedi@hellothere-generalangsty@cyroku@reluctant-mandalore@uponrightful@zinzinina@saradika@galacticgraffiti@ashotofspotchka@dindjarindiaries@dinbeskarbaby@djarrex@djarinsbeskar@rowansparrow@photogirl894@rigelmoonshine@rigel-the-moonstrider@nahoney22@loth-wolffe@neon-junkie@bobafetts-princess@cyarbika@charnelhouse@zoeykallus@kin-rokku@jgvfhl@honestly-shite@here-comes-the-moose@dindjarindiaries@firstofficerwiggles@fictional-men-ruin-lives @ladysongmaster @lozalot @moonstrider9904@lorjukka@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @rain-on-kamino @monako-jinn-stories @middimidoris @wild-karrde @cross-my-heartt @arctrooper69

[zoeykallus]

Master List/Stuff I Wrote Part 6

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

_________

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

_________

MAUL

Maul x Fem!Reader - Damsel In Distress

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch/Rex/Wolffe/Gregor/Howzer x Reader HCs - Proud Family Moment

The Bad Batch/Cody x Reader HCs - The Flinch

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - Struggling With PMDD

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Your Social Media

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Abandonment Issues

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Accidental Proposal

The Bad Batch x DominantFem!Reader HCs - Who's In Control?

The Bad Batch x Reader - Burnout

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Clumsy

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Enemies To Lovers

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - When I See You Dance With Another

The Dad Batch x Offspring!Reader HCs

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - A Restorative Hug

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Husband And Daddy?

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Sleepy Mix-Ups

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Sparring Partner

TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 1 Of 5 Hunter

TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 2/3/4/5

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Crocheted With Love

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - That Little Bite

HUNTER

Hunter x Jedi Fem! Reader One-shot - Perceptions And Senses

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Savior

Imperial Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Little Smuggler

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - Love And Lotion

Hunter x Jedi/Reader - One-Shot - The Things We Do For Love

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Fem!Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 2/7 - Hunter

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Unexpected Gentleness

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot (Smut)

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - Don't Let Go Of Me

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 3/7 - Crosshair

WRECKER

Dom!Wrecker x SubFem!Reader One-shot - My Naughty Little Girl

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 5/7 - Wrecker

TECH

Tech x Reader One-Shot - Loving Care

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Close And Real

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - AFTER THE FALL

Tech x Fem!Reader Smut One-Shot (Pollen Trope)

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - The Teacher

Tech x Fem!Reader – One-Shot – Distractions The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 1/7 - Tech

ECHO

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Without Words

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

REX

Rex x F!Reader One-Shot - My Love

CLONES

Crosshair x Afab!Reader x Mayday One-Shot - Keeping You Warm On A Cold Night (NO CLONECEST)

Hound x GN!Reader – One-Shot – Grizzer On The Loose

Rex/Fives/Hardcase/Echo/Jesse/Heavy/Kix x FTM Trans Jedi!Reader HCs - Who You Really Are

Wolffe/Rex/Jesse x Reader HCs - How They Fall In Love With You

[clone-anon]

I wonder if I might make a special request for a dear friend of mine? Would you mind a reader x Tech fic where, after years of trying, reader ends up pregnant with twins? She's just got the news today, so there's still loads of excitement and terror, but this would be such a fun surprise - if you feel so inclined 😉

All the love for you and the amazing gifts you create!

*cracks knuckles* Here we go.

Warning: talk of an ob/gyn appointment (no details, just implied ultrasound), pregnancy, twin pregnancy

The positive pregnancy test was wild enough. After trying for so long, you finally got pregnant. That news was huge in itself. Tech was not going to miss the doctor's appointment. He held your hand the entire time and asked questions, but felt you were both as prepared as you could be for what was to come. That was, until, you were told that you were actually carrying twins.

"Twins?!" Your face lit up as worry flooded your chest. The fact that Tech was silent didn't help. Still holding your hand, he reached behind himself to pull up a chair and sat down. Whatever else was said seemed to go over both of you, but everything seemed fine so far. You were alone in the room with him and moved to get up, get changed, and head out the door. Tech silently helped.

"Tech?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Twins," he said quietly. "So there are two of them."

"Yes, Tech. That's what it means to have twins."

"Of course," he replied, trying to shake the shock away. You could see the gears in his head starting to turn again. As you walked home, he held your hand and had his other around your waist, almost like he needed you near him more securely. Each passing moment brought him back to life with all of the tasks he needed to do for your growing family and now doubly so.

"It's okay," you said, sensing him on the brink of overwhelm and turning to him as you reached your front door and walked inside. "They aren't coming twice as fast. We still have time to wrap our heads around this and get ready."

You held his face and he nodded once and smiled. "I will do everything within my power to make sure you and our babies get the best care."

"I know you will." You were overwhelmed with the feeling of finally becoming parents, excited and happy, but also mildly terrified. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your temple.

You had barely settled on the couch and he brought his datapad out, already researching how a twin pregnancy and delivery might differ and wanting to make sure you could both be prepared. He felt his protective instincts growing faster than he expected, but would channel them into supporting you. You knew he would be a fantastic father and would always remind him of that. While it was still too much to talk about all the changes that were happening at once, there was some solace in listening to what he was reading and discussing a few things. You would both have to let the news soak further into your consciousness. Later, he put the datapad aside and sat with you, holding you to his chest and rubbing your back, simply happy to be with you. All of you.

[dinsverdika]

Sex Toys (kinktober prompt)

Pairing: Tech/Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): established relationship, sex toys (a magic wand called a force wand because I think I'm hilarious), vaginal fingering, cockwarming which turns into vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, fluff, reader is AFAB.

Word count: 2,431

Kinktober prompt by @/the-purity-pen!

5 minutes.

It had only been 5 minutes since you’d last checked the chrono on the wall. You sat back on the edge of your bed with a huff. You had been pacing back and forth in front of it like a caged animal.

Impatience was making you restless. Excitement was making you fidgety.

Tech had notified you that he and the rest of the Bad Batch would be back on Kamino soon. He had also asked you to wait for him in your allotted room because he had a “little surprise” as he’d said.

He had not given you any hints as to what the surprise could be and had ignored your probing. The gears in your head were burning up as you tried to guess what he could have bought.

“How did he even find the time to buy me anything?” you asked yourself.

Your eyes darted to the chrono again.

2 minutes had passed.

You huffed again, standing back up, ready to walk another hundred steps in your tiny room.

“I mean, who’s saying that the surprise is for me specifically?” you thought to yourself. “He hasn’t mentioned any ownership to the surprise. Maybe the surprise has nothing to do with me? But why would he call it a surprise, then? With what credits did he buy it? Who’s to say that he bought-”

Your inner monologue was cut short by a soft knocking on your door.

You rushed to the door and pressed the button beside it. It whooshed open, revealing Tech standing behind it.

“Tech!” you shouted.

Tech caught you as you jumped in his arms and squeezed your body against his.

“I’m happy to see you too, cyar’ika,” Tech said.

All of the restlessness you were feeling a few seconds earlier had been washed away by the happiness blooming in your chest. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking his scent in. A deep sigh escaped your lips, you had missed him so much.

Tech called out your name, bringing you back to the present, “let’s go inside, shall we?”

You opened your eyes and reluctantly stepped away from him. You checked the corridor, making sure that no one had seen your outburst of affection.

The corridor was empty. Your gaze moved from the empty area back to Tech who was holding a bag in one of his hands. Your guts twisted in anticipation at the reminder of his surprise.

“After you,” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

Tech nodded at you and returned your smile.

Tingles went up your spine as the door closed behind you. You watched Tech putting the bag on your bed. A smile was still decorating your face as he turned back around, his eyes were trained on you. The question you were about to ask died on the tip of your tongue when Tech gently cupped your face and sealed your lips in a tender kiss.

Your body reacted immediately to the gesture and you melted into his arms. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered against your lips.

“So have I…” you replied, gazing into his eyes.

“I’ve bought something which may make up for lost time,” he explained.

“Is it the surprise you talked to me about?” you asked, breaking eye contact to look at the bag on the bed.

“Yes.”

“It’s…” he started, searching for his words as he picked up the bag, “quite an unusual gift, I would say.” He peered into the bag and handed it to you, “but I think we could both benefit from it.”

You carefully took the bag from his hands, your heart drumming in your chest. You pulled open the bag and grabbed the cardboard box inside it, letting the bag fall to your feet. You brought the box to your eyes and heat instantly went up to your cheeks. Your eyes widened as you read what was written on top of the box above the little plastic window which allowed you to see what the box was containing.

A force wand.

The toy was not foreign to you. Your friends had talked about it a while ago around a few drinks. You had been too shy at the time to admit you had never tried it, you did not own any toys of your own. But it had picked your curiosity and you remembered talking to Tech about it. Tech had been open-minded and said that he would not mind bringing toys in the bedroom which had been a relief to you.

“You’ve bought,” you said, swallowing, “a sex toy?”

Tech nodded, “does that make you uncomfortable? I can take it back and we can pretend like it never happened.”

You shook your head, your hands gripping on the box. Tech could see that you were growing flustered, “it’s just that I didn’t expect you to buy me a sex toy, that’s all.”

“Well,” he said. He put his hands on your hips, grounding you. “I was reminded of the conversation we had about toys and you did bring up this toy in particular so I thought I could just get it for you,” he explained. “Your pleasure has always been important to me and if a toy can expand it, then I’m all for it.”

He slated his mouth over yours, the kiss felt more sensual this time. A lustful haze fogged your mind as he massaged your bottom lip with his tongue, you granted him the access to your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, the flames of arousal licking the inside of your lower belly. Tech broke away from the kiss, leaving you breathless. He rested his forehead against yours as you breathed each other’s air.

“I have a few ideas of how we could use it if you would indulge me,” he murmured.

A needy whine breached your lips as your thighs instinctively rubbed together, seeking friction.

“I thought of using it on your clit while my cock is inside you.” His voice turned hoarse as arousal coursed through his veins. “I wanna feel you come around me and make you come with the wand as many times as you would like.”

Air hitched in your throat at the idea of Tech making you come over and over again.

“Would you be interested in trying the idea?” he asked, his chest slightly heaving.

You swallowed and nodded, “yes.”

Your back was arched off the bed and your hands were gripping the sheets beneath you as you came around Tech’s fingers.

“Here we go,” he cooed, his hand applying pressure on your lower tummy. “That’s it, beautiful.”

Tech had wanted to make you come on his fingers first, prepping you up for his cock. You caught your breath as you watched him licking his fingers clean of your release. Your inner walls clenched at the arousing sight Tech was offering you.

“I think you’re ready,” he said, popping his fingers out of his mouth. “Are you ready?”

You nodded eagerly, making Tech hum contently.

The wand was on your side, having been removed from its box. You trained your eyes on it and swallowed, anticipation prickling your skin. Tech was taking off his body glove, several pieces of his armour were already scattered around the bed. The remaining piece of clothing had soon joined them on the floor.

His cock stood erect against his lower tummy, he took it in one of his fists and stroked it a couple of times, spreading precum down his length.

The soft buzzing sound of the toy, as Tech switched it on, sent a wave of shivers across your body.

“I’ve set it to the lowest setting for now,” explained Tech softly.

He delicately brushed the top of the wand on your chest, right between your breasts.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded.

Tech hummed and slowly dragged the massager down your stomach, resting it on your pubic bone. He was barely applying pressure on the skin, letting you get used to the sensations the wand was providing you. Tech’s eyes were trained on your face, gauging your reactions accordingly.

“Tech…” you murmured. He watched as you squirmed on the bed, trying to lower the toy down on your most sensitive area.

A loud moan breached your lips as he granted your silent wish and brushed the massager head over your folds, using your arousal to lubricate the toy.

“How does this feel?” he asked. His cock twitched against his stomach as he watched you rolling your hips against the toy.

“It feels-” you exhaled. The toy brushed over your clit, making you grip the sheets. “It feels really good.”

“Are you ready to take me?” he asked. Your arousal was now covering the head of the toy and was dripping down your ass cheeks.

“Yes, please,” you breathed out.

Tech shakily exhaled as he removed the toy from your folds. You could not help the needy whine ripping through your throat as he placed it on your public bone again. He took his shaft with his free hand and stroked it another couple of times before placing the head of his cock at your entrance.

Sighs of relief filled the room as he pushed his cock inside you. Tech rolled his head back as your welcoming heat embraced him, each of his thrusts went in farther than the last. Heat spread from your cheeks to your chest at the sweet intrusion, the familiar, delicious stretch making you feel dizzy with want. Another sigh escaped the both of you as Tech was finally fully sheathed within you. He stayed motionless as you accommodated to his length, it throbbed inside you as you squeezed him with your inner walls. The sound of your labored breathing had joined the gentle buzzing of the toy which was still resting on your lower tummy.

The voice of Tech brought you back to the moment for a bit, “are you ready for the toy?” he asked. He looked as flustered as you were.

“Yes! Please, Tech!” you replied.

You cried in ecstasy as the toy found your clit again. The vibrations were massaging your bundle of nerves so perfectly that the edges of your vision turned blurry as endless waves of bliss washed over you. A grunt ripped through Tech’s throat as you tightened around him, he had to restrain himself from snapping his hips against yours.

Your orgasm was already building up in your lower tummy at great speed as Tech angled the toy in a way that made you arched your back.

“Tech,” you gasped out, “Tech, I’m close.”

You instinctively were moving your hips in a circling motion, chasing your climax and stimulating Tech who was still fighting the urge to fuck you into the mattress.

“Come, cyar’ika,” he said, out of breath, “please, come for me.”

His encouraging words pushed you over the edge. The building orgasm in your belly snapped, your back arched off the bed and your hands gripped Tech’s arms, your nails sank into his skin, almost breaking it. Your toes curled and your features were contorting in pleasure as your entire body spasmed through your orgasm, cries of bliss breached your lips and bounced off the walls.

You could hear Tech’s grunts as you squeezed his length and rutted against him, he was saying things which you could not comprehend in your overwhelming state of arousal.

A few seconds had passed, which felt like long minutes for you, until you had come back to your senses. You could still faintly hear the soft buzzing of the toy over the ringing in your ears, your vision slowly turned clear again as you blinked your eyes open. Your cheeks were wet with tears and your body sticky with sweat.

“Hi,” said Tech, grinning from ear to ear, “welcome back.”

The toy was not on your clit anymore, Tech was holding it up, not wanting to overstimulate you. “How are you feeling?”

“This was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” you replied, a goofy smile had appeared on your face.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said sincerely.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down at where you and Tech were still joined. “Did you come?” you asked, tilting your head on the side.

“I didn’t,” he replied. “But I’m really close.”

“Just use my body to come,” you exhaled. You let yourself fall back on the pillows beneath you and spread your arms across the bed, inviting him to drape his body over yours.

A smirk stretched your features as you felt Tech twitching inside you.

“Do you,” he started, looking at the still vibrating toy in his hand, “do you wish to use the toy again or…?”

You shook your head, “I’m good for now,” you replied. “We can use it again later.”

Tech switched off the wand and threw it on the bed. A hum of contentment rumbled in your chest as he swiftly laid down on top of you, his body weight pressing you into the mattress. You locked your legs around his waist as he started thrusting in and out of you at a quick, but steady pace. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, moaning relentlessly as he chased his own orgasm in your warm cunt.

His thrusts quickly grew erratic as you murmured words of encouragement into his ear. Tingles went up your spine as he drove his cock deeply inside you one last time. He came with a grunt, his cock throbbed and thick ropes of his cum painted your inner walls.

You felt his body growing putty under your touch as he enjoyed the afterwaves of his orgasm, painting and heaving against you. You hummed and sighed as he lazily moved his hips, riding his orgasm out.

“This was amazing,” he slurred against your skin.

You shook with laughter as Tech leaned away from your neck. “I’m satisfied that the experiment was conclusive.”

“Tech!” you shouted as another wave of laughter washed over you, “our sex life isn’t an experiment!”

“Well, it kind of is actually,” he retorted matter-of-factly. “At least this time it was,” he added, planting a kiss on your lips.

“I guess you’re right,” you retorted, shaking your head. You returned the kiss and gazed down to the toy which was lying inert beside you, “this was definitely a good purchase.”

Tech hummed in agreement and you sealed lips in a gentle kiss once more.

[tinywitchgoblin]

The Bad Batch Find Out You Have a Praise Kink pt 2

Part 1

Once again, based on this text post by @neon-junkie

Poly!TBB x afab!reader (reader is referred to as a good girl once, but other than that, no use of she/her)

a/n: so sorry it took so long for me to get around to writing this! I got on new meds recently, and that’s really helped my productivity (and overall mental health, yay!), so here you go :)

a/n part 2: I got really carried away with this, so it’s not exactly like the first one, but whatever. Deal with it

word count: 1K

Warnings: SMUT (minors get out), oral (f receiving), flustered reader, even more of Crosshair being a (kinky) little shit, Fives is mentioned once, fem masturbation, I think that’s it??? Also, lots of fluff, so beware

It was a couple of weeks since your *spicy* game of Truth or Dare with the boys, but they never let you forget what you confessed to them. If you were helping Tech with repairs for the ship, he’d always be sure to let you know that “you are doing amazing, cyare, I really appreciate your help.” If you’re sparring with Echo, every time you land a hit, it’s “good job, love, I’m so proud of you.” Wrecker doesn’t need any excuse to give you some love- he’s proud of you even for little things, like reaching something out of a high cupboard or finding a cool rock. Hunter and Crosshair are usually a little bit more reserved when it comes to verbal affirmations, but what they lack in words they more than make up for with actions. Sometimes, you’ll be standing and looking out a window when you feel Hunter hug you from behind, whispering praises into your ear. As for Crosshair, he tends to be the most affectionate when it’s just the two of you. For example, if the rest of the boys end up going to grab food and you and Crosshair stay behind, you bet your ass he’s gonna be all over you. 

Obviously, this is very much something that carries over into bedroom life. Echo’s favorite place to be is with his face buried between your thighs. He definitely picked up a thing or two from Fives, because he can have you shaking in no time, all the while telling you how good you’re doing for him and how absolutely beautiful you look. 

Wrecker, the sweet guy that he is, is very aware of how large he is (in more ways than one), so he’s usually very cautious. However, once you get into the rhythm of things, he’s all over you, saying “you take me so well ad’ika, you make me feel like I’m the luckiest guy ever” (normally you would respond, but at this point, you’re too cock-dumb to think coherent thoughts, let alone form words). 

Hunter is a soft, attentive lover, so if you’re feeling anything other than absolutely blissed out, he’ll pick up on it right away. Whether it’s stress, insecurity, or anything else, he’s able to calm you down and give you the pleasure he insists you deserve. The whole time, regardless of what position you’re in, he likes to be able to hold your face, look into your eyes, and tell you that you’re amazing and that so strong and capable, and that he loves you so damn much. However, if you look at him just right and pull at his hair a bit, this man goes absolutely f e r a l.

Crosshair on the other hand, being the kinky mf we all know he is, loves having you tied up and helpless, gagged and everything. Even though he can be a bit rough during sex, he’s anything but when it comes to aftercare. He’ll clean you up, run you a bath, get you a drink, and rub out any stiff muscles you might have, all the while telling you that “you did so well mesh’la,” “I’m so proud of you,” “if the others aren’t jealous of me now, I’m sure they will be when they find out how good you are,” that kinda stuff- and it always gets you shy and a little embarrassed, which only eggs him on even more. 

I feel like Tech would definitely be into some kinky shit, too, but a different flavor of kinky. When you were first intimate, he insisted that you touch yourself and he watched so he would know what you liked the best. You were nervous at first, especially being in such a vulnerable position, but he reassured you that you were not under scrutiny because you had done anything wrong, but because he wanted to make you feel right. When you got going, he would sit in front of your legs, hands rubbing circles into your ankles, and insisting that he’d never seen a prettier sight in the entire galaxy. After he was done figuring out what you liked and how best to touch you, he would get to work, and goddamn. This man was definitely paying attention, and like Hunter, he’s a very attentive lover. When he does something new and you like it, he does it even more, praising you the whole way through. 

All of these amazing experiences and qualities are enhanced when it’s all five of them taking turns with you. Tech shows the others some of what he figured out about what you like. Crosshair and Wrecker, being the competitive ones, try to see who can make you come the hardest and leave you the most cock-dumb. Because of his prosthetics, Echo isn’t able to fuck you properly, but that doesn’t mean he won’t go down on you with the rest of the boys watching. And Hunter, because of his enhanced senses, usually goes first or close to first because that’s what is the most comfortable for him (not that you’re complaining). Once he’s done, he likes to make sure he’s near you, stroking your hair or kissing every inch of you he can feasibly reach. Of course, none of this would be complete without the praise. Since that’s been established as something you enjoy, there’s always at least one of them telling you how pretty you look, how good you’re taking them, how good you taste, etc. Sometimes they even make a competition over it, seeing who can make you the most flustered (spoiler alert, it’s usually Crosshair). When you're finally done for the night, all of the boys pitch in with aftercare, whether that be getting you something to eat or drink, taking a bath with you, cleaning up whatever surface that was being used, or snuggling with you in bed, they are the sweetest mfs ever, and you are thankful for them every single day.

[seriowan]

hello! i was wondering if i could get a spicy fic with prompt 18 and dialogue 2 with echo? :)

masterlist ♡ from this prompt list prompt: (18) pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet; both of you unable to continue with the jokes dialogue: (2) god, you look so good.

cw/tw: explicit 18+ (MINORS DNI) teasing, sexual tension, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving)word count: 2.4knote: thanks for the submission, anon! writing echo as teasing was pretty challenging so i switched it up a bit and played with it. ☺️ enjoy!!

working for it - tbb echo x female!AFAB reader

Annoying Echo was a pastime. A hobby, really, worth every cent of your time if it meant being able to see that pout on his lips, or the flash of fire in his usually calm eyes.

He was extra irritated with you since the moment Hunter had assigned you to help him fix the ship. With Tech and Wrecker working on maintenance and cleaning at the parlor; Hunter and Omega halfway across the world on a side mission, you and Echo were left alone to fix the ship and continue Tech's modifications.

Not that you minded. You actually enjoyed annoying Echo, even when he showed his disapproval. Especially when he showed his annoyance.

Your reason was quite simple, contrary to Echo's confusion: You just liked seeing him annoyed. Echo was always so poised, so proper, and never once really gave into temptation like the others in the Batch. They shared drinks with you like you were part of the crew since their days in the tube; everyone except Echo who, shockingly, disapproved of you since you stepped foot on their ship.

You were loud, inattentive, and irritably funny. Though, he'd never mention that to you. Obviously. And yet, while you were nothing more than a nuisance, Echo never went more than the irritated eye roll or snarky comment. He never got angry enough to yell at you or frustrated enough to show you anything darker than a scowl.

And yet he always looked like he was struggling whenever you were around. Clenched fists, avoided eye contact, flushed cheeks... all of the evidence was there, laid out for you to simply look and connect the dots.

Today, you'd finally draw the whole picture.

Echo had no idea of your plan, of course. He was as oblivious as ever to your efforts, working away in the ship's engine as if you weren't even standing next to him. But, it was easy to admit that you weren't an image of beauty — you had grease all over your arms and neck, spotting your face and your chest. The purposefully chosen low-cut tank top was no longer white, but grey and spotted with brown oils and ship grease. Your overalls were unbuttoned, hanging over your waist after the grease had made the denim pitch black.

Your cleavage was on display like a fluorescent neon sign calling for Echo's attention. Still, it wasn't given. In fact, Echo avoided looking at your face entirely while he worked. He leaned into the belly of the ship, calling for tools and parts without once sharing a glance at your face.

Physical lure set aside, you decided to start goading him with relatively risky inuendos.

"You've got to open your fingers a bit more."

And you were close, nearly breathing down his neck as he worked to drill a screw behind a jungle of wires. Your breath fanned his neck, lips hovering just a few centimeters over his skin. Taking in a breath, you shut your eyes and sighed. Spearmint and gunship petroleum.

You glanced over his shoulder, arching a brow. "Work your way in there or you won't get it from that angle."

"I can get it from that angle just fine."

"Yeah?" You chuckled, grabbing the edge of the open ship to lean inside until you were face to face with what Echo worked on. "Are you that confident in yourself?"

"I'm pretty damn confident when no one is telling me what to do."

"I'm not telling you what to do," you corrected pointedly, grasping a piece that slipped out from the tip of his scomp arm. As you put it back in its spot and held it, Echo welded the edges together. "I'm simply advising and giving my educated input."

"Do you usually give everyone useless input?"

"Only when I like seeing them get frustrated by my genius folly."

Echo snorted. "Genius folly sounds a bit counterintuitive."

You backed away when he finished and moved on to a small adjustment in the wires. Propping your elbow on the metal mess of gears and engine pieces, you propped your chin in your hand, consequently spreading the grease from your fingers.

After a beat of silence, you sighed. "If you keep twisting your wrist like that, you'll never splice them correctly."

"Forgive me for being mutilated," Echo drawled sarcastically, raising his scomp arm for emphasis. "I'm not as efficient as I once was."

Your expression became smug. Worming your way closer to his side, you reached into the ship and leaned far enough to pop your ass out, all while expertly twisting the spliced wires with just one hand.

Echo finally looked at you, brows furrowed in irritation yet mingled with a certain sense of confusion that made you smirk. The close proximity left you shoulder-to-shoulder, holding eye contact the moment you turned your head to look up at him.

You teasingly ran your hand down his arm. He took a sharp breath.

"Oh," you hummed softly, briefly wetting your lips. "I think one hand can get the job done just fine."

He reacted before you could blink. One minute you were facing the ship's side and the next, Echo had your back pressing against the ship's cool metal exterior. He held a large hand against your chest, fingers sprawling across your collarbones to hold you in place.

Muddled eyes flickered across your face. He was distraught with emotions, a mix between anger and confusion, laced with a broken willingness as he seethed, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure you out." He looked from your eyes to your lips, furrowed his brows, and clenched his jaw. "I don't understand you. I don't understand why you make me want to just-"

His voice fell silent when he met your eyes. You were quiet, hardly uttering a word much less making any noise while his hand was on your chest, pressing you against the ship.

The craving for his touch coursed through you like electricity, preventing you from looking at him with anything a haze of want and need for more. You had finally, finally made him snap. Furrowed brows, parted lips, pupils blown wide with frustration, confusion, and just what you wanted to see.

Unsatiated need.

His gaze flickered to your lips with uncertainty. You smiled, pulling his attention back up to your silently pleading eyes. Palming his hand, you gave his fingers an assuring squeeze.

It's okay.

The flame was lit; the last line, finally connected to form an overall image. And by the maker, was it a beautiful picture of you and Echo, tangled in chaotic limbs while your lips danced to the fiery tune of your breaths, mingled and muffled with the few moans.

You couldn't help but sigh with relief. Bliss was so overwhelming that you struggled to keep yourself standing as he pinned you against the wall with his chest. He propped the scomp above your head, holding himself steady while his hand roamed down your side, fingers pebbling over the nipples that perked through your white tank top.

Echo, finally noticing that you were braless this entire time, arched his brows in surprise and pulled away from your lips with a breathy, "You were expecting this?"

"I've been working for it," you admitted with a sly smirk, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him back in for another kiss.

"I can see that," he spoke into your mouth, muffled by your lips. Giving your nipple a final tug through the thin fabric, he roamed his hand down your side before squeezing your hips to confirm that yes, you were real and he was there, drinking the taste of your tongue like it was nectar from the gods.

The glove on his hand was a nuisance to remove but once it was off, Echo slipped his fingers past the waistline of your overalls, and into your panties.

You grasped his bicep, still holding his stare as your eyes widened. His middle finger slipped through your warm cunt, collecting the slick that had pooled across your panties before dragging it, smearing it, spreading it all over your cunt until you felt yourself drip down your thighs. He smirked when he graced your clit with his fingertip, pleased by the breathless gasp and scrunched-up face of pleasure.

"Maker, you look so good," he exhaled in disbelief, tracing the outline of your body, memorizing the look of open-mouthed pleasure and cherry red cheeks; tousled hair and swollen lips.

Truly, in his eyes, you were damn near heavenly, even with the grease and the dirt and the grime sticking to your skin. You looked skewed with airy enjoyment, clouds of pure bliss hanging in your eyes as you stared at him and only him, capturing every look of perseverance and foggy doubt. The look of a mechanic was something else entirely that made his cock strain against his codpiece.

But that would be handled later. For now, you were both still debating if this was even real.

Echo couldn't believe that he was touching you. If anything, he couldn't believe that he was kissing you, the woman who had absolutely driven him mad with annoyance and frustration and utter aggravation. And the most unbelievable of them all was that he loved it — your moans, the way you rocked your head back against the ship, exposing your neck for him to suck, lick, and mark you as much as he desired. He loved the way you held onto his arm, legs trembling as massaged your cunt with alternating speeds and pressure.

Like the tables had turned and it was his mission to now make you come undone.

You couldn't believe that Echo's hand was masterfully skilled enough to drive you to the brink of orgasming after just a few minutes. But he worked methodically, sliding his fingers across your clit and through your lips — a pattern that made you shut your eyes and let out a moan when his middle and ring finger slipped into your pulsing cunt, palm grinding against your sensitive, buzzing clit.

Echo hid his heated face in the crook of your neck, latching his lips on the cleaner spots of skin underneath your ear. You rocked your head back, gripping the back of his neck as he continued to suck your neck and fuck your cunt with his fingers. The added grind of his palm against your clit left you violently shaking, sputtering low praises into his ear to keep your voice from echoing.

"Fuck, Echo, that feels so good- M-Maker, you're so- fuck!"

"Let me have a taste," he breathed into your neck, slowing down the pace of his hand until he was leisurely dipping his fingers into your cunt and dragging the wetness through your lips and over your clit. You mewled, tightening your grip on his neck. "Let me taste you. Give me what I worked for."

"Fuck yes, anything," you whined, grinding your hips against his palms when you grew unsatisfied by the slow pace. "Anything you want, you can have. Just keep touching me— please."

Echo didn't need to be told twice. Shucking your overalls and panties down your legs, he kneeled in front of you and hooked your left leg over his shoulder, eyes flickering up to meet yours with a devilish smirk on his lips.

Holding his scomp against the ship's side for stability, he grabbed your hip with the other and leaned your hips outward, giving him a full view of the glistening pink pussy that he had coated with his hand.

Gods, the view was enough to make you want to melt right then and there. Echo, kneeling in front of you, locked onto your gaze with lustful eyes that drank and watched every twisted gasp, whiny moan, and breathless pleads. He watched you as he leaned forward and he watched you as he opened his mouth, dragging his tongue through your heat, then swallowing.

You lowered your hand, swiping your thumb across his brow. The affectionate movement didn't go unnoticed for he stilled, pulling his mouth from your cunt, lips shiny and wet with your arousal.

"Nothing to say?" He goaded, cocking a brow. "Maybe I should do this more often; if it gets you to stop pestering me."

"Clearly it's- fuck- working," you heaved, chest rising and falling as you arched your back and let out a long, dragging groan. "Oh fuck, Echo, I think I'm going to come. Fuck, just like that, keep doing that."

Echo clenched your hip hard enough to assure that you'd have fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning. His tongue glided while his lips sucked, drawing your coil tighter, faster, and louder until your head was swimming and your lips were blubbering noises and mindless rambles.

Static buzzed through your body, toes curling with pleasure when the white-hot supernova in your gut exploded and showered you with warmth. The euphoria rippled through you until you were physically trembling, holding onto Echo's shoulders with both hands, eyes clenched shut and riddled with stars.

Every movement felt like standing on water. Echo lowered your leg from his shoulder but the second it touched the ground, the weightlessness consumed it as well. You would have collapsed had Echo not stood, pulling your underwear and overalls up as he rose. He fixed the straps to your clothes, adjusted your tank top, and placed his hand on your side to steady you.

Arching your head, you looked up just in time for Echo to place his forehead against yours in a strikingly intimate gesture. It felt so right. Like you were both puzzle pieces of different shapes and colors, yet perfectly made to fit.

He exhaled a steady breath, cheeks puffing. You swallowed and hummed with contentment.

"So, does this mean you'll do this every time I pester you? Or was that just hypothetical."

Echo pulled away, eyes narrowed. Though he had a scowl of annoyance, you didn't miss the teasing tone that made your heart swell.

"It's open for interpretation," he mused. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest, eyes twinkling playfully. "Now let's get back to work, we've got some more to do before the others get back."

"Why, don't want them to see you glowing like you're a Jedi with mystical powers?"

He scoffed and gently nudged you away with a palm to your face, earning a surprised yelp.

"Get back to work, peach. That's an order."

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[din-miller]

Welcome to The Bad Batch Masterlist

- NO INCEST

- No use of y/n

- I rarely write for Crosshair, he'll mostly appear in headcanons

(he's a hard character to write for)

- contains 18+ content

HUNTER

• A Clones Reflection

| Summary: Hunter is self conscious about his weight gain as life on Pabu treats him well. Spoiled with sweets and meatier food than he’s use too, his body has gone soft around the edges. | 1.8k | NSFW 18+

WRECKER

• Soft edges, gentle touch

| Summary: Years after settling down on Pabu with each other, Wrecker has started gaining weight, becoming softer. You didn’t realize how self conscious he’s become about the change in his body. Once you find out, you try and convince him that you’re still insanely attractive to him | 1.1k

• Simply The Breast

| summary: You and Wrecker spend a relaxing day in bed | 900 | NSWF 18+

• Sweater Weather

| summary: Comfortember 2023 – Sweater Weather + Warmth | 1K | NSFW 18+

ECHO

TECH

° Safe and Sound

| Comfortember 2023 – Safe | 460

° Aay’han

| Comfortember 2023 – Baking | 312

PLATONIC

• We’re Stronger Together

| Summary: It was an unspoken rule; you don’t go on solo missions. But when Rex asked you to aid him in taking down a slave ring, you agreed. The Batch takes an issue with that. Especially when you came back smelling strongly of foul men leaving Hunter to struggle with his heightened senses. The only way to fix that is a giant bantha pile | 4.3k

• Go Peacefully, It’s Okay

| Summary: The Batch watch helplessly as the reader dies, unable to do anything but keep the reader comfortable in their final moments | 2.4K

• The Purring Hours

| Summary: No one told you that clones can purr | 525

THE BAD BATCH BOYS / HEADCANONS / RANDOM WORK

° A Little Jive Is Good For You

| Pairing: All Bad Batch Boys x AFAB Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Reader surprise their partner with a new sex toy called Jive. (It's a wearable g-spot vibrator) | NSFW 18+

° Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

| Pairing: Bad Batch Boys x Female Reader.

Summary: Reader struggles with insecurities as she is more muscular than soft and feminine | NSFW 18+

° The Walls Around Us, Betray Us

| Pairing: The Bad Batch Boys x Female Reader.

Summary: Stuck in an imperial garbage compactor the reader and each boy must come up with a way to survive as the walls close in |

Tbb thoughts

- Omegas outfit on Kamino

- a little thought about Crosshair and Omega

- wrecker’s facial scars

- Jedi Reader

- Clones go to karaoke songs