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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Wrecker with a shy reader and he’s just so in love with her

this prompt is so 🥺 and i love it!

this fic has a content warning for (non-descriptive) unwanted advances made on the reader.

words: 745

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As much as he tried to keep his glances in your direction to a minimum, eventually his brothers figured it out. “When are you actually going to ask her out?” Crosshair asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked over at where you were wiping down a few glasses from behind the bar.

“When he actually plucks up the courage to talk to her,” Hunter entered the conversation.

“She doesn't like me that much,” Wrecker said, annoyed that this was once again the topic of conversation.

“We’ve both told you she does,” Hunter said. “And that she’s just shy. Remember when Cid introduced us to her? She looked like a frightened tooka every time she spoke to us for two weeks.”

“But still,” Wrecker said. “There’s no way she has any feelings for me.”

His two brothers exchanged a look of exasperation, but they left him alone after that. Wrecker continued to sneak glances at you from across the parlor, and he couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked. With a small smile for nearly every customer and a quiet nod after they gave their order, you looked like some kind of angel, that definitely didn’t deserve to be working in a place like this (no offense to Cid).

He could first sense that something was up when he looked over to see your grip tighten around the bottle of beer that you were holding. Although you were shy, working with customers didn’t seem to make you nervous, probably because most of the interactions were semi-scripted. Trying to figure out what may be the matter, his gaze turned to the man who was by the bar.

Working on Ord Mantell meant that you had previously come into contact with more than one unsavory personality in your life, but Wrecker could tell that something about this man was making you uncomfortable. He couldn’t hear what the man was saying to you, but by the look on your face you didn’t really like it, and unfortunately there was nowhere for you to go and get out of the conversation. So, being the gentleman he was, he decided to head over there.

“Is everything okay over here?” he asked, making sure he looked extra menacing to the man that was currently glaring in his direction (likely for interrupting whatever he was saying to you).

“We’re fine,” the man responded, with more bravado than he clearly felt. Wrecker was not only much taller than him but he had more strength, and if he wanted through he could throw this guy through the window.

“Are you?” he asked, turning his attention to you. His gaze softened as you looked at him, and he caught the slightest shake of your head, indicating that you were not actually fine, as this man had tried to suggest.

“Don’t listen to her-” the man said, but Wrecker cut him off.

“Actually, I will listen to her before I ever listen to you,” he said, taking a step forward. “And if you don’t get out of this place in three seconds, I’ll remove you from the premises myself.”

Thankfully, the man seemed to realize that he had no chance of winning against Wrecker, and he was gone barely seconds later. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No, he just said a few gross things. But I’ll be okay, it’s not the first time something like this has happened.”

“I’m sorry this happens to you,” he said, taking a seat at the bar and resting his hands on the counter.

“Me too, but I’m glad you were here this time,” you said sincerely. This was the longest conversation you had ever had with him, and Wrecker found himself falling even harder for you (if that was even possible). “Now, what do you want to drink? It’s on the house.”

“No, I couldn’t-”

In order to cut him off, you reached out and gently touched his hand. “I’m serious, I want to repay you for your kindness.”

Not trusting himself to speak right away, he nodded. “A beer then,” he said, his voice catching on the first word. Your hands were so soft, and he hadn’t expected you to reach out and touch him.

You nodded as you stepped away to get his drink, and Wrecker couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face, or the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a Wrecker x fem!reader one-shot? I think we all need more of this sweet giant in our life 😪 plus, I really love how you portray him.

It can be fluff or spicy or both, as you feel like writing it! Anything would go well by me. I'm sure you're gonna do great as always.

Aloha!

Yes you can! Indeed, we all need some more of this sweet giant :)) I'm trying to get a bit of everything in here, fun, fluff and spice. It's winter, and it's frosty over here, so I pick a winter scenario, hope that's okay.

Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-shot - Keep Me Warm

Warnings: Fluffy / Suggestive

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Everything is white, the sky, the ground, the surroundings. Snow covers the landscape that surrounds your little cottage. The mountains in the distance are covered in white clouds, the small lake nearby is frozen. It's cold, but Wrecker and you are well prepared. In the house there is a fireplace and firewood, warm blankets and food. Besides, you are warmly dressed and just enjoying the wintry sight of nature.

Your footsteps leave deep tracks in the freshly fallen snow and it crackles softly under your soles with every step. A peaceful sound, a wonderful peace, after the exhausting last weeks, in which one mission chased the next.

Wrecker has built a giant snowman, with your help. You gave the snow structure a face, but he had to lift you up because the snowman was really huge.

"You always overdo everything," you say with a laugh as he gently lowers you back down to your feet.

Wrecker laughs, "Well, I'm a big guy and I make big snowmen."

You rub your hands together and say, "Meanwhile, though, the cold is creeping into my bones. Maybe we should go inside, build a fire, have some warm food and drink"

Wrecker nods, "Sounds like an excellent idea, Mesh'la".

While Wrecker tends to the fire, you make a hot hearty soup and slice up some fresh bread to go with it. On a blanket in front of the fire, you eat the soup and you can feel the warmth spreading comfortably through you, chasing away the cold.

Wrecker suddenly starts telling jokes and several times you almost spit out the soup while laughing. He is amused by the way you desperately try to keep the food in your mouth. He laughs so heartily, his deep, bass-heavy voice vibrates to the last fiber of your body. It's a blissful feeling. He makes you laugh so hard your eyes water and soon your stomach hurts.

Time with Wrecker is always time well spent, no matter what way, he always makes you feel good and happy. Even with jokes that almost make soup run out of your nose.

By the time you've finished eating and the bowls are back in the kitchen, it's pleasantly warm. The fire crackles and the flames flicker peacefully. The warmth spreads quickly through the small hut and you can gradually take off your warm clothes and make yourself a little more comfortable.

Wrecker's big hands reach for you and he pulls you close, onto his lap and into his strong arms. You snuggle up to him, enjoying his closeness, the warmth he radiates.

He says dreamily, "It's so nice to have some time just for the two of us."

"It really is," you agree.

This is the first time you two have been alone in weeks. There is always someone around, at least one of his brothers. Here and now, though, you're all alone in a wonderful, romantic atmosphere, just the two of you.

The sun has set, the room is dark except for the light of the fireplace. Wrecker adds some wood before he puts his arms around you again. Then he reaches behind him and grabs another blanket from the sofa to put it around both of you. Wrapped up against each other, you sit snuggled in front of the fire.

He smirks at you as you look up at him.

"Is it warm enough for you that you might lose a few more layers of clothing?" he asks slyly.

You feel your cheeks getting hot, you bite your lower lip

"It's warm enough Wrecker"

His roughened, large hands gently slide under your shirt, over your soft, warm skin.

"Really? I don't want you to be cold. But I could use some of your sweet love," he says with a little chuckle.

You turn on his lap so that you are face to face. Your hands rest on his cheeks and your lips meet his. He pulls you closer to him with an eager purr.

"If you keep me warm, I'll give you as much of my love as you want," you say with a soft grin as your lips part for a moment.

Wrecker smirks.

"I'll keep you warm all night, mesh'la".

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starryevermore · 1 year

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the bad batch’s little matchmaker ✧ wrecker

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request: Omega and Wrecker going to the market and omega realizes it's cause Wrecker likes one of the fruit stand sellers. She 100% helps him figure out a way to ask the seller out - @captainsbestgal

pairing: wrecker x fem!reader; omega x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: omega is determined to find out why wrecker keeps sneaking off to the market.

word count: 1,398

warnings?: meddlesome omega, mutual pining, idiots in love, not proofread

Omega had long since been suspicious of Wrecker’s affinity for going to the market. It made sense after missions, of course. They had to get their Mantell Mix, after all! But, it was odd how Wrecker would find an excuse to go to the market when they had a rare day off. Sometimes two, even three, times a day, even! Perhaps even stranger, he almost never came back with anything! There was only two real options in Omega’s mind: either (a) Wrecker was keeping a secret from their brothers and her; or (b) Wrecker was sneaking off to get his own snacks and wasn’t sharing her her! She wasn’t sure which was more annoying, but she did know that she was going to get to the bottom of it, once and for all.

So, when Wrecker announced that he would be going to the market, Omega was quick to jump up and offer to go with him. It was the perfect opportunity, in Omega’s not-so-professional opinion. They were between missions, waiting for Cid to tell them to recover treasure or save someone or whatever it was that she needed them to do. Which meant that there was almost nothing for them to do while they waited except, well, wait. And, oh, has Omega waited for this opportunity.

“Oh, uh—” Wrecker looked up, trying to figure out an excuse. “That’s alright! It’s really boring out there—”

“Then why have you been there twice today already?” Omega asked. She let out a dramatic sigh. “C’mon please? It’s more boring here!”

Hunter glanced up from whatever Tech was showing him on his datapad and gave Wrecker a look. The kind of look that said stop-kriffing-arguing-already. “Just take her with you,” Hunter grunted.

“But—” Wrecker began to protest. Then, he let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Fine.”

Omega cheered and ran over to Wrecker, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of Cid’s parlor. “C’mon! Let’s go get some snacks!”

And, just like that, Wrecker’s sour, slightly annoyed mood lifted. A smile stretched across Wrecker’s face, an almost bounce in his step, as he listed the different snacks he wanted to get. When they reached the market, Omega pulled him toward the Mantell Mix stall, ordering a couple cartons. Omega had dropped Wrecker’s hand to pick up the two cartons. She turned to hand him a carton, the one that was slightly overfilled, but found that her brother had disappeared.

Shoot. Where did he go? How did he move so fast, so silently? Omega looked around, searching for him. It shouldn’t have been a difficult task. Wrecker stood out among clones. Surely he would stand out among the various species frequenting the market.

Finally, she saw him. He was smiling, leaning against a fruit stall, talking to the woman handing him fresh meilooruns. Omega ran up to him, dodging a few patrons along the way.

“Wrecker! You left me!” Omega said when she reached him.

Wrecker’s face burned red, his eyes starting between her and the woman behind the stall. “Oh, uhh—” Wrecker paused, trying to figure out what to say. “I told you I was coming over here?”

“No, you didn’t!” Omega argued back. “You didn’t say anything! I just turned around and you were gone!”

“Uhh—”

“You’re Omega, aren’t you?” you, the woman behind the stall, asked.

Omega frowned, eyes narrowing. Who were you? Why did you know her name? Omega knew enough from going on missions with her brothers, knew enough from Hunter’s countless warnings, to know she shouldn’t trust someone who just happened to know who she was. “Why?”

“Wrecker talks about you a lot when he stops by,” you explained. “He stopped by this morning, asking if I had any meilooruns. Said that he wanted to share some with you. Talked a lot about how he loves sharing his favorite foods with his little sister.”

Wrecker’s already red face became an even deeper shade of red. He looked down, shuffling his feet.

And just like that, a lightbulb went off over Omega’s head. Wrecker wasn’t just running off to the market. He was running off to the market to see you. It made sense. As Omega looked at you, she realized you were very pretty. Wrecker liked pretty things almost as much as he loved food, perhaps even more. Combine the two? Well, it made sense that Wrecker would like to sneak off to see you.

But it was more than that, wasn’t it? There was…fondness? Was that the word? Regardless, it was clear in your voice when you spoke about Wrecker. Omega watched as you passed Wrecker a few more meilooruns, the way you touched his wrist gently, your fingers lingering for a second, two seconds. Wrecker smiled so wide Omega was sure it had to hurt, his own fingers lingering on you.

“I told him that I was expecting a shipment in the afternoon and that I’d hold a few for him,” you continued. “When I saw him, I waved him over. It was my fault that he wandered off without you. Don’t be too upset with him, please. I didn’t realize you were with him when I saw him, otherwise I would have been more patient.” You reached over, handing Omega a meiloorun.

Omega turned the fruit over in her hands. She glanced up at Wrecker, whose eyes had gone all wide and his lips had fallen into a pout. She knew that her brother wanted her to forgive him—and honestly, she already had, after she realized why he had run off. But…Well, how long had Wrecker been doing this? Running off to the market too ee you and never make a move?

“I’ll forgive him—” she began. Wrecker cheered, pumping his fist in the air, nearly dropping a few meilooruns. “—if you go on a date with him.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?”

“C’mon, please? Wrecker talks about you all the time!” Omega lied. She knew he was going to complain about it, but it was necessary. Her brother deserved to be loved.

“What? I do not!” Wrecker protested.

Your mouth closed as you looked at Wrecker. You licked your lips, hesitating. Then— “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Well—yeah!” Wrecker said. “I mean, you’re nice, and you’re pretty, and you always have the best fruit recommendations, and you’re really pretty, and—”

You laughed. “Well, if you like my recommendations, then why don’t you meet me here at six? And I can take you to my favorite restaurant.”

Wrecker was nodding along, hanging on to your every word. “Yeah! I’d love that! And could we go to the ice cream place after?”

“Of course we can.”

“Okay! I’ll be here at six!”

Wrecker and Omega then bid farewell to you, before walking back to Cid’s. As they walked back, Wrecker was practically buzzing with excitement. Omega kept waiting for Wrecker to say something about what happened, but he didn’t. Not until they stood right out of Cid’s.

“Hey, uh—Thanks for that,” Wrecker said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really appreciate it.”

“You should’ve let me come along to the market with you sooner, and you and her could already be dating,” Omega teased.

Wrecker’s face burned red again. “You think she would like to date me?”

“Duh,” Omega said. “She’d be an idiot not to.”

“She’s not an idiot. She’s really smart!” Wrecker said. “Smart as Tech, even! Well, maybe not that smart because no one’s as smart as Tech, not even droids. But she is really smart!”

“Then of course she’d date you,” Omega said. “She did ask you out after all, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, she did!” Wrecker beamed. “Thank you, again. I really like her, and I was really nervous that she wouldn’t want to be, you know, with a guy like me.”

“Well, like I said, she’d be an idiot to not want to date you, and she’s very smart. So of course she’d like you back.”

Wrecker smiled again, before noticing Echo, Tech, and Hunter. He ran into Cid’s, holding up the meilooruns, and shouting about what he found. Omega let out a laugh before following him in. You know, maybe she should do a little more matchmaking around here. She did have more brothers to set up, didn’t she? That wouldn’t be that bad at all.

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littlemousedroid · 2 years

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It’s A Tradition (Chapter 7)

Pairing: Wrecker x female reader

Word Count: 1540

Summary: This chapter takes place after episode 9. The boys are back on Ord Mantell after their chip removal and rescuing Omega. Wrecker needs to process that, Poppy helps.

Rating: T for now, references to canon typical violence and trauma. It’s mostly fluffy and fun, with some angst and anxiety thrown in for flavor. — This chapter and the next have more angst, dealing with big emotions that the show glosses over.

Chapter 6

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Clone Force 99 were used to perilous missions. Galavanting across the galaxy infiltrating separatist bases, taking out more droids then they could count, all in the name of democracy and the Republic. Risking their lives time and again because that’s what they were created to do. They did it without question. Counting the wins and pushing on to the next mission.

But now there was no one left to give them their next mission. They didn’t have to answer to anyone but there was also no one to give them direction. If they didn’t have Omega, to protect, to care for, to provide for, where would they be? Whether they all realized it or not, everything they did now was for Omega.

Going to Bracca with Rex. Enduring the unknowns of chip removal. Fighting the Empire, Crosshair, themselves. It was all for Omega. Standing up to notorious bounty hunters. Running away from their brother. Searching the galaxy. To find Omega, to protect Omega. She was their new purpose.

Losing her was not acceptable. They had to find her. They would search the galaxy for her. But she was so resourceful and smart. She found them, contacted them. She escaped the bounty hunters, all they had to do was catch her as she fell. Be there for her when she needed them.

Going back to Ord Mantell was their best of limited options. They couldn’t risk their new found freedom building a rebellion with Rex. They weren’t ready to go down that path yet. But they needed some sort of stability. Working with Cid provided a steady stream of work and credits. They had little choice but to trust her. And so far she hadn’t given them a reason not to.

Landing back on Ord Mantell wasn’t quite a homecoming but they could breath a small sigh of relief knowing they were safe.

It was late, or was it early? Omega was asleep in her room. The others were asleep where they fell. But Wrecker couldn’t relax, his mind overflowing with thoughts of you. He needed to see you, to hear you, to feel you. He needed you. He quietly left the Marauder. Making his way through the market, paying little attention to his surroundings. He had a singular mission. He didn’t stop to consider if he should have left a note. He didn’t question if you were home, or asleep, or if you wanted him in your space. He felt broken down and there was only one thing that could build him back up. You.

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You were having a bad night. Tossing and turning. Sleep coming in bits. Your dreams causing you to startle awake. When you woke, you couldn’t remember your dreams. But based how you felt after that was probably for the best.

It was during one of these wakeful moments that you heard the knock at the door. Was someone actually knocking at the door? What time is it? Was this another dream?

You slipped out of bed, put on your robe, and padded through your dark apartment. There was another light knock just before you slid the door open. Just enough to peek through the crack. But as you realize just who was knocking you threw the door open. Wrecker is standing on the street waiting for you. Your body takes over, reacting with no input from your brain. You jump into his arms. He wraps you into the security of his hug and practically carries you into your apartment, setting you on your feet in the living room. As you step back from him, you finally see the exhaustion clouding his features. It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve seen him and he looks like he hasn’t slept in just as long.

You push him down to sit on your couch. You notice there’s a new scar on the side of his head, tracing your fingers across it. You bring your hands to his cheeks, tenderly cupping his face. In the dim light of your apartment you look at him, as if trying to commit his features to memory.

You make a move to speak, “Wrecker…” but he grabs you. His arms wrap around your waist and he pushes his face into your belly. All you can do is hold him. You feel a dampness on your skin as you realize he’s crying. You pull him closer, resting your head on the top of his. Hoping to provide him some comfort, letting him take everything that he needs.

You don’t know how long you stay like this, huddled together in the darkness. But eventually Wrecker pulls back.

“I should go, let ya get back to sleep.”

“Wrecker, stay.”

“Are you sure, Poppy?” He looks at you, squinting, trying to read your face in the dark.

“Yes, Wrecker. You need to rest and I know you can’t do it back on the Marauder. Let me help you.”

You start removing his armor. Well more like you’re just pulling at the pieces, you don’t actually have any idea how to undo the clamps. He follows your lead and starts removing the pieces. Handing them to you to be stacked on the table. Once he’s removed everything, you take him by the hand and lead him to your bedroom.

In your mind there are no expectations, you both need to rest. You push him onto the bed barely able to pull back the covers before he hits the pillows. You go to the closet to hang up your robe. As you turn around to climb into bed you can’t help but smile. He is fast asleep. You can’t imagine what he’s been through. What can you say to comfort him? You have nothing to offer him but your love. And your pillows. And you want him to take everything you have to give.

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You wake gently, rolling over to see Wrecker still sleeping. You watch him, he’s snoring. He looks so peaceful, the last thing you want to do is disturb him. He looks so young like this, any indication of sadness or strife smoothed away by sleep.

Just as you started to nestle back into the pillows, Wrecker shifted awake. You turn back on your side, coming face to face with him.

“Hi.”

It was just a whisper, neither of you wanting to break the quiet of the morning.

“Did you sleep okay?” you ask.

“That was the best the sleep I’ve had since…since forever. All these pillows definitely help. I might have to take these back with me. It’s like having a hundred Lulas.” He snuggled back into the pillows, pulling the covers as he went.

He’s laying on his back, not sleeping but you’re not sure he’s fully awake either. You find yourself watching him.

“Wrecker? How did you get this scar?” It’s a whisper, you’re not sure he heard you.

After a few moments, you get a response.

“Which one, Pop? I’ve got a bunch.” He doesn’t open his eyes, he doesn’t roll over to look at you. He stays still, peaceful.

“I want to know about all of them. I want to map them and know every story.”

“You don’t want that? These are my mistakes and regrets. I don’t want you to worry your pretty head about them.”

“But I do worry Wrecker. I always worry when you’re gone. About you and Omega and your brothers.”

“You barely even know my brothers.”

“I still care about them. I know that they are good men who have practically sacrificed their lives for the galaxy. Despite not having a say in any part of it.” You roll on your back looking up to the ceiling. “I care about them because I know how much both you and Omega trust them, love them. I haven’t known you long but I trust your judgement.”

“That’s good to know.” He’s still quiet, still resting.

“All of these scars are a result of perilous missions. You did what you had to do and all the pain you had to deal with was a result of those missions.”

“Suppose that’s true.”

“I don’t want you to hide that part of your life from me. Or any part of your life. I want to know everything about you. And be there to support you. Through anything. Just like you’ve been supporting me.”

“That sounds pretty good.” Was he paying attention? Or was he asleep.

“Wrecker?” You lean up to look at him.

“Hmm.”

“Are you awake?”

“Of course. I’ve been listening to everything.” He still doesn’t move.

“Good, I mean every word.”

“I know ya do Pop. That’s why I love you.”

You sit up so you can really see him. “What did you say?”

“That’s why I love you.” He says it like its the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

“You love me?”

“Course I do Pop. How could I not?”

“I love you too Wrecker.” He finally pops an eye open to look at you.

“Come ‘er.” He pulls you to lay back down, “It’s early yet, get some rest.”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, kissing your hair.

Just as you’re falling back asleep, he whispers your name and another “I love you.”

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A/N: All clones need therapy. We know that but does Dave and company? Episodes 7, 8, and 9 are very traumatic but the show doesn’t do enough to deal with that trauma. Hopefully this chapter and the next are helpful for Wrecker.

I hope this chapter feels like the natural next step. Sometimes a surprise “I love you” doesn’t fit a story or character. But I think these two are there. And I think that Wrecker is in tune with his emotions and knows what he feels and how to express that. Let me know if you have any thoughts.

Comments and reblogs are like mantell mix, they feed my soul and bring a smile to my face. 💜

Chapter 8

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gjrain20-starwars · 2 years

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Well hey there,

Always glad to find another fan of Wrecker. May I request some fluff with Wrecker x F!reader? I don't know if you want a prompt or anything so I fished one up feel free to use it: “Can I hold your hand?”

Anyway much love <3

Howdy! Nice to find a fellow fan of Wrecker! I really appreciate the prompt since it gives me a direction to go in! I apologize for this being super late. It’s been an interesting summer.

Here Goes Nothing

Wrecker x F!reader

Prompt: Can I hold your hand?

Warnings:

Word Count: TBA

Tech landed the Havoc Marauder on a flat clearing on the mountains that weren’t far from Ord Mantell City. Cid had given the team a break from missions and they invited you to come along. The sun started to set but it was nowhere near dark yet. The top of the hill wasn’t too far so you decided to hike there to go watch.

“Wrecker, this is your chance! Ask to go with her!” Hunter said nudging Wrecker’s shoulder.

“Are you sure Hunter? She probably wants to be alone.” Wrecker replied. He definitely has feelings for you; but, he was nervous because he thought you’d reject him.

“Sure, I’m sure! She won’t mind you going with her. It will be fun!” Hunter reassured.

“Well, ok then.” Wrecker took a deep breath to steady his nerves. “Here goes nothing.” He told himself.

He started walking after you, trying to catch up to you.

“Hey Y/N!” Wrecker called.

“What’s up Wrecker?” You asked while stopping to let him catch up.

“Um. Can I go with you? I mean, go with you wherever you’re going?”

“Of course! Come on!”

You could tell he was nervous about something but didn’t question him. He always seemed nervous in front of you. Was it nervousness or did he always seem to stumble over words? You shoved those thoughts away as you took in the view.

“Wow! That’s Ord Mantell City?”

“It sure is Wrecker! Isn’t it incredible?”

“Yeah.”

You watched Wrecker as he observed the city below. He wore a studious look on his face as he was trying to identify the buildings from where he was standing.

Your heart began to race as you stared at him. He’s strong, handsome, and has a heart of gold to match. You got along with his brothers and sister pretty well, but you never really had the chance to talk to him as he was usually busy when you came around to the spaceport. His brothers and sister noticed and tried to set the two of you up for dates. The times never ended up working.

Now, it was just the two of you and he wasn’t busy with anything. The two of you made it to the top and found a large, flat rock to sit on. You motioned for him to sit down next to you as you turned to watch the sunset.

“Wrecker?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Absolutely!!” He exclaimed, suddenly regretting it after seeing you jump.

“Umm, I mean, sure.” He mumbled.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! I was hoping you’d say yes!”

“Wait? Really?”

“Yes really!”

“Does this mean you… you like me… as in…”

“Yes, it means I have feelings for you. But I want to learn more about who you are before any big decisions get made.”

“This is great! I didn’t think you liked me back, but you do! Wow!”

You had never seen Wrecker this excited before. He had the biggest grin on his face and was misty eyed. He didn’t let go as he dried his eyes with his other hand.

“There’s more to like about you than you realize, silly! Let’s just take it one step at a time and then we’ll see what happens!” You chuckled. You began to get misty eyed yourself. Finally, you had feelings for someone who had feelings for you.

“Sure! I know you’re holding my hand, but can I hold you?”

“Yes. Yes you can!”

He wrapped his arm around you as you leaned in to watch the sun go down. You felt smaller as his hand rested on your waist, but you were happy.

Notes: Thanks to @zaffur for reading this and giving some awesome feedback!

#the bad batch #the bad batch tv show #tbb #wrecker x female reader #wrecker #clone trooper wrecker #clone force 99 #requests for rain

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wenalena · 1 year

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I had insomnia last night, so I drew our beautiful clones 🖤

(That’s not perfect, but meh…)

#Crosshair and his puppy eyes 🥺#Hunter too #star wars #tbb hunter x reader #tbb x reader #tbb fanart #star wars fanart #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #echo x female reader #tech x reader #wrecker tbb #wrecker x reader #crosshair the bad batch #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #arc trooper echo #Tbb Tech #tbb Crosshair

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neon-junkie · 27 days

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In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.9

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that ten percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Tags to be added.

Word count: 2k

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 10 - not published yet]

Chapter 9 - An Excellent Listener

Thank the stars that the Marauder not only managed to exit the atmosphere of Tatooine, but also drift off into hyperspace! Everybody let out a sigh of relief as the stars around them turned into a whirlpool of lights, a sign that you’re finally on your way, with Kamino as your destination.

It’s going to take a few standard hours to reach the terraformed surface of Kamino, so the Batch are up to their usual shenanigans. As for you, you’re sticking to your quarters. That argument with Hunter is still brewing in your mind, and you might as well lock yourself away to prevent your poor Sergeant from being bothered by your hormones.

You’ve spent your time doing some cleaning, rearranging, folding clothes and changing your sheets. A deep clean never hurts, and it can be good for the mind.

But do you know what isn’t good for the mind? Or better yet - who isn’t good for the mind?

‘KNOCK KNOCK.’

“Come in,” you respond without missing a beat.

Tall, slender legs come into your line of sight, seeing as you’re sitting on the floor, rearranging your underbed storage. “Figured you might need this,” Crosshair comments as he enters your dorm, a cup of tea in hand.

“Oh,” you sigh. Crosshair was the last person that you expected to be bringing you a cup of tea. Well, besides Hunter…

Crosshair places the tea on your bedside table, and blankly gestures to your bed. “Sure, you can sit,” you nod.

Once seated, Crosshair rests back on his elbows, really making himself at home. His eyes dart around your room, noticing your decorations, memorabilia and trinkets scattered about. He doesn’t come in here often - if ever - so you can’t blame him for having a browse.

“Comfortable?” you sarcastically comment, seeing as his slender form is somehow taking up half of your bed.

“Not quite,” Crosshair responds. “Need to tuck myself into bed,” he grins, and begins untucking your duvet, earning a slap on the hand.

“I just made that,” you grumble.

“I noticed, fresh sheets and all. How kind of you,” he smirks, finally earning a laugh from you. “Now, stop distracting yourself, and come up here and talk to me,” Crosshair orders, giving the blank space on the bed a gentle pat.

“You want to talk?” your brow raises, yet you find yourself finishing off your organising, pushing the storage container back under your bunk.

Crosshair shrugs. “I figured it’s you who wants to talk, and I’m an excellent listener.”

Rolling your eyes, you sit yourself on your bed, getting as comfortable as you can. Only now does Crosshair’s cologne reach your nose, warm and musky, a comforting scent - but you’ll never admit that to him. Crosshairs shifts upright, now resting against the back of your bunk with his legs crossed. At least he’s not wearing shoes, nor his armour, keeping your bed clean!

You’re silent, so after letting out a sigh, Crosshair starts things off. “Hunter does care about you, you know.”

“Ugh,” you groan, already debating shooing the sniper out of your room.

“He does. That’s why he brought you those supplements. I was with him when it happened. He wouldn’t stop mumbling about your little issue, and figured it wouldn’t do any harm to have that option available.”

“He could have spoken to me about it first,” you shrug.

“How?” Crosshair replies. “We had the option then and there, and it isn’t exactly a conversation to be had over the comm. Might as well buy the supplements, and if you decide not to take them, then that’s your choice.”

“Exactly! I’ve chosen not to take them! Hunter can’t complain about my decision-”

“-But Hunter also has the right to be annoyed.” Crosshair shakes his head. Acting as the mediator was not on his list of things to do today, yet here he is. “When you’re part of a squad, every choice you make has the ability to impact others, including those closest to you. You know what Hunter is like. You’ve seen him suffering from migraines, poor vision, stomach bugs. His enhanced senses come at a cost, just like the rest of us.”

“And what’s your ‘cost,’ hm?” you pry. Sure, you’ve seen Wrecker suffer from his aching muscles, Tech with an inability to switch off his mind, even Echo has had his fair share of suffering, despite not being defective in the Batch’s way.

Crosshair lets out a grunt. “You’ve never seen me wearing my reading glasses.”

“Reading glasses?!” you repeat with a laugh. “I didn’t think that you-”

“-Exactly. I don’t wear them around others,” he waves his hand. “Beside the point, Hunter is going stir-crazy from that scent of yours,” Crosshair boldly points to your crotch, causing you to clash your thighs together.

“So, what you’re saying is that I should start taking them, for Hunter?” you question, seeing as that’s what Crosshair has been hinting at.

“No. It’s too late for that.”

“Well, then what?” you grumble, waving your arms up in frustration.

Crosshair raises his brows, offering you a suggestive expression. “Just kriff him already. Do us all a favour, and kriff him until you’re both satisfied.”

“Crosshair!” You yelp, grabbing a pillow to smack him over the head with.

“That’s Hunter’s name that you should be yelling, not mine!” he smirks, ripping the pillow from your grasp to smack you with, before chucking it across the room. “You need to do us all the favour! Hunter’s been in a sulk ever since you started your strange mating ritual, and the rest of us can’t bare to tolerate him any longer!”

With a huff, you send Crosshair a glare, only for him to mimic it. “I’ll think about it,” you grumble. The thought of sleeping with Hunter has been on your mind, but on your terms - not on Crosshair’s, as strange as that sounds.

“You better,” Crosshair playfully threatens. His arms cross against his chest as he leans back comfortably. “And just think…” he trails off, biting back a chuckle. “…Once you’ve had Hunter, there’s only me left to tick off your list.”

“Oh my stars!” you exclaim, your eyes darting around your room to find something to throw at him in frustration. Your cup of tea? Tempting, but you’d rather drink it. Saying that, you settle on swatting his arm before taking a well-needed drink.

Crosshair laughs. He truly, deeply enjoys winding you up! And it’s your own fault for taking his bait.

“Wait-” you sputter, placing the tea on your bedside table. “How did you find out about the others?”

Crosshair sends you a look, but he doesn’t hold back on the juicy gossip. “Everybody can hear you and Tech kriffling like lothbunnies, you two aren’t exactly quiet. Echo quite openly admitted to it, and Wrecker? Big guy couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it happened.”

Letting out a grumble, you come to realise the situation that you’ve found yourself in. Maybe Hunter was right - maybe you should have started taking those supplements, preventing yourself from sleeping with more than half of your squad.

Then again, you’re having some well-needed fun, and it’s not like your men have any issues with it. If anything, they seem more than happy to help with your biological needs, as well as blowing off some steam. However, you know damn-well that you’ll all need to sit down and talk this through when the time is right.

Maybe once you’ve kriffed the entire squad…?

“Dammit,” is all you mutter as a response. Can you blame them? Wrecker especially? You’re certain that you’d be flexing if you slept with someone such as yourself.

“You poor thing,” Crosshair taunts, playfully sticking out his bottom lip. “But then again, we all saw it coming.”

Darting your eyes to Crosshair, you dare question, “what do you mean?”

The sniper lets out a soft chuckle, his arms crossing against his chest. He shakes his head as he explains, “a pretty girl was assigned to a squad of men. Somebody was bound to sleep with you.”

“You think I’m pretty?” you bat your lashes, which only makes Crosshair roll his eyes. Way to focus on the important points!

“Of course I do,” he scoffs, and you’re almost certain you heard him mumble ‘duh!’ under his breath. “But like I was saying, it was bound to happen, even if we all had a pact against it.”

Mouth hanging open, you question, “a pact? What?!” barely able to hold back on your laughter.

Crosshairs lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I’m shooting myself in the foot here,” he curses, digging a ditch that he’s content on not escaping. “When you first joined, Hunter made us swear not to try anything with you. Said it would ruin the dynamic, and all that. I guess that’s why he’s been keeping his distance, alongside the enhanced senses issue.”

“Are you serious?!” you let out a laugh. Now that is a sight you wish you could have seen! Little Sergeant Hunter asking his squad not to get physical with the Jedi. It’s understandable, yet you can’t believe they had that conversation!

“And Tech was the first one to break it,” Crosshair huffs, although there’s a sense of pride in his expression. “Didn’t think he had it in him.”

Raising your hand, you defend poor Tech. “In his defence, I did pounce on him. He seemed rather eager, though!”

“Good man,” Crosshair comments with a nod of his head. If it had been Hunter who went first, Crosshair would have been beyond furious. But Tech? Yeah, Crosshair has his back. His eyes flick between you, and your forgotten drink. “Your tea’s going cold,” he gestures. You willingly take the mug between your hands, enjoying what’s left of your beverage.

Rising to his feet, Crosshair bids farewell. “I’ll leave you to your… organising,” he shrugs, heading for the door.

As the door opens, you call out his name. Crosshair looks back with his usual monotone expression, but a small smile appears on his lips as you reply, “thank you for the talk… and the tea!”

“Like I said, I’m an excellent listener,” he mindlessly shrugs, and leaves you to it, shutting the door behind him.

Now alone, you question if you have any energy left within you to do some more cleaning and organising, not that there’s much left to do. Your dorm is, after all, as small as it can be. Curse the GAR for always picking the cheap route! The time on your clock reads that it’s late, and the surprise yawn that escapes your lips helps you decide that it’s time for bed.

Hopefully, snuggled up within your blankets, you can plan on how to approach Hunter… or avoid him even more…

#tbbwriting #in the heat of the moment #tbb #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #the bad batch fanfic #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #f!reader #female reader #reader insert #hunter x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #nsft #smut

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dragonrider9905 · 1 month

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Racing Heart

Chapter 2

(Part 1)(Part 2)

Summery: You catch up with the Batch at last...and you can finally learn the truth about Tech and what he feels for you. Warning: Angst with a happy ending; jealousy; feelings of anxiety.

You pulled the drop of your hood further down to obscure your face and swirled the contents of your drink. The colors spinned and turned but refused to be mixed. The blue and purple layers were separated by a yellow one and when you turned the liquid about, it created a fascinating illusion. The lights were dim in the bar where you sat, but the illumination behind the bar created just enough light to throw beams into your glass. The ice cubes caught and increased the colors. It was a good thing it was all the entertainment you needed because you’d been sitting there a long time.

“Can you please stop that? You’re making me dizzy.” Your companion grumpily slurred.

He was bent over the counter, same as you, but his eyes darted to and fro, expertly and unsuspiciously. He turned his glass more gently, as if he were a connoisseur trying to decide how he felt about it. You didn’t understand how he could be so cool and act like he’d belong in any setting. You admired it. You wished you possessed the same amazing tactics but you didn’t. You were easier to read than a book. If it wasn’t for him, you'd have been spotted sooner than a sore thumb a long time ago. You’d been seen as you were, lost and far from home in a big and threatening galaxy full of scary beings. You were good with facts and figures. Data and books and computers. Dealing with people wasn’t really your forte.

Of course all that time in the field refined his talents but it was a talent nevertheless. In fact, if Crosshair hadn’t insisted on taking over at Safa Toma, you would have begged him to.

You and Crosshair walked into the Safa Toma Speedway like you owned the place. The glare and saunter were natural to him, but for you, well, it was less so. Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Could you look any more phony? I asked you not to stand out. Your glare looks like you’re going to combust. Literally screaming “ask me, I have a secret”. Just relax and think about the time Wrecker spilled spaghetti sauce all over that white uniform of yours right before the decoration ceremony, and you had to wear that ridiculous looking jacket that didn’t match your pants in front of the entire assembly.”

You scowled at the memory and your face heated producing a fine, red blush. You’d had to wear your oil stained brown pants from helping Tech upgrade the Marauder with a spare gray uniform jacket. They didn’t match in the slightest, but were the only things you had in the closet as your spare uniform was dry-cleaning after your latest mission. You were the only one out of the ten receiving metals to look that ridiculous. Wrecker apologized profusely and Tech assured you no one seemed to notice. Maybe he hadn’t, but others certainly did. You were completely and utterly humiliated.

“Precisely, look annoyed and follow my lead. You’ll be fine. Try crossing your arms. Usually does something for me.”

You huffed a laugh and the corners of your mouth turned up.

“Wipe that smile off your face.”

“Why? Can’t smiles be just as menacing?”

“Not yours. Yours are always too sweet.”

You had to figure out if that was a compliment or an insult or both.

“Ooookaaaayyyy.”

“Am I detecting a high level of sass?”

You tried hard not to smile, but a chuckle came out anyway.

“And they say I’m the difficult one.” Crosshair rolled his eyes. “Just don’t say anything. And try not to look like a lost puppy.”

You arrived at the apartment said to be Millegi’s, the sponsor for the racer named Venim, to test your theory about his association with ‘Cid’. Considering he responded with your cryptic message by saying he’d meet you. You were pretty sure you were correct.

Upon entering the finley furnished apartment, you saw Millegi sat reclined on his sofa, a hint of malicious humor on his face. He cut right to business just as you suspected.

“I hear you’re looking for Cid. What do you want with her?”

Crosshair put on his coldest face and crossed his arms over his chest. “Let’s say I have unfinished business with her, and I hear you know how to find her.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I know powerful people, and trust me, I’ll make sure you disappear so fast, you’d wish I’d gifted you with death.”

And that’s how you found yourselves sitting in Cid’s bar. Waiting. Forever. Waiting for the runaways to return home. The longer you waited the more you wished you hadn't come. You didn’t know if dreaming about this moment and wishing so hard it hurt was better than the actual waiting because right here, right now, reality was happening. In your dreams you’d run to Tech and he’d wrap his arms around you and everything would be happy and fine. You could control the outcome. Everything would turn out how you planned no matter the scenario.

This was the unknown. You didn’t know what would happen. And to top it off, what would happen, would be final. No more alternate scenarios. No more differing factors. You didn’t know if Tech would even be happy to see you. What if he didn’t even remember you?!? Despite Crosshair’s assurances and annoyance at something that should be obvious (which was honestly more comforting than the assurances) the familiar anxiety bubbled in your stomach and you felt the bile rise in your throat. Unconsciously, your knee started bouncing against the chair.

“Hunter’ll hear that all the way from the space port.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“This isn’t exactly an easy moment for me, either.”

Your knee stopped bouncing and regret seeped into your bones.

“I’m so sorry, Crosshair. I haven’t been considerate. I’ve been so focused on myself and my problems…” You sighed and looked down. “I’ve done so much wrong.” You ran your fingers through your hair, trying not to disturb the cloak too much. “I can’t even seem to do right by my friends. You deserved so much more consideration. Your step took more courage than mine; and I haven’t expressed enough how grateful I am that you came with me.”

“You’ve expressed it almost every day since we left.”

You shrugged. “I am grateful. I just want all of us together again, the way it should be. But this waiting is unbearable. Not knowing how they’ll accept us is the worst part. I mean, you’re they’re brother. You’re more likely to be wanted than me.”

“Don’t count on it after our last meeting. Not to mention what I’ve done since.”

“Crosshair—” You’d been over this so many times with him. Thinking of different ways to defend him but he was obstinate in his self-loathing.

“Save it.”

Crosshair glared but the ice melted when he saw the hurt in your eyes. He sent an apology look, not able to find the words he wanted to say, and not even knowing exactly what to say. But spending weeks with Crosshair on the run, you’d learn how to communicate with him this way. You felt you knew him on a whole new level and could talk without words.

You wished you could still say the same about Tech.

Then a noise caught your attention. The three patrons who’d been second-handedly annoying the both of you for the past few hours excitedly welcomed someone.

“Well look who’s back!” the one you ascertained was Bolo, said.

“Hey, when are we getting another dejarik game! It’s been pretty boring without you.” the one named Ketch added.

The female pirate by the identity of ‘Phee’ spoke next. You’d been listening to her stories and they seemed too fantastical to be true, but they were entertaining to listen to while you waited. You thought Crosshair’s eyes would get stuck behind his skull with how often he rolled his eyes while she spoke, claiming he had better ‘real’ stories. But he must have enjoyed them enough because he kept listening and making off-handed comments.

“Well look who it is, if it isn’t my favorite group of clones.”

You peaked in the direction to see the Bad Batch file in and try to scoot past the overly excited, ‘bored’ patrons. Probably to talk to Cid if they had just gotten done with a job.

“Limping again, Brown eyes? You really ought to be more careful.” Phee put her hand on Tech’s shoulder and you almost lurched at the hint of softness in her voice. He had found someone after all. In the corner of your eye, you saw Crosshair give you a sympathetic look but you refused to meet his gaze.

“Maybe this was a dumb idea.”

“No.” Crosshair said sternly. You looked up to meet his eyes and saw a kind earnestness in them. “No it wasn’t. No matter how this ends, what they say, we’re out of the Empire and that’s all that counts. I have you to thank for that.”

You smiled faintly. “We could always trek out on our own. I have the brains and you have…well everything else.”

Crosshair chuckled. “Let’s say we get this over with.”

You could only let out a breathy “Okay.”

You were aware of a hush that came over the boisterous group.

“Who are those two?” You heard Hunter stage whisper. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know he’d crossed his arms and was staring at the two of you.

“Dunno, they’ve been sitting there since before we came in. Long time.” Ketch said.

“Hm.”

You could bet they were sharing concerned looks among each other, trying to decide what to do. Your breathing quickened.

You heard Crosshair’s chair turn. “No one important. Just your brother and your friend.”

Okay, Crosshair, maybe not the best intro.

You stayed glued in place, not wanting to face them.

“Crosshair?” You couldn’t tell which of the brothers said that. All the world started to turn before your eyes. The blood rushed to your ears and you completely missed the exchange happening between the torn Batch. The loud fuzziness overtook all that was happening around you. You were only focused on the void, empty feeling.

Tech has someone.

“Glad you’re back, brother.” broke through the haze along with the clanking of armor. You could only guess that meant they embraced.

They wanted Crosshair back. That’s good. Maybe I should just leave quietly…

Maybe you didn’t have a place with them anymore but you did return their prodigal brother to them and that was reward enough.

Then you heard teary laughing and other clanky embraces. You heard an excited little girl squish her face into her brother’s chest or shoulder (depending on whether or not Crosshair knelt for her or not) and cry happily.

This was your chance. You moved swiftly and silently like Crosshair had shown you over the last few weeks and made your way toward the back exit. The shadows of the backroom covered you and you took one last glance where the light poured in. You saw happy faces of a reunited family. Laughing and jesting and happy, relieved tears were poured out. Just the way they should be; you felt a smile growing on your face. Yes, all was well.

You turned to leave with that last happy memory.

You made your way out the back door and out the alley toward the front entrance and slowly started to make your way to a spaceport to book a passage with the fake ID you made. You had a few credits left. You could get by on them until you thought of what to do next.

The day was ending and the world was alive. The day-timers were heading home from work and the night-shifters were getting up and going to their posts…or bars. Wherever they kept vigil. That wasn’t for you to know or care. The sun was setting and giving off the most beautiful orange…

You heard your name and you turned around surprised. You knew who the voice belonged to and a part of you wondered if you were dreaming. There would be no way Tech was actually chasing you, could there be?

You saw him bobbing in the crowd, looking about frantically. You’ve never seen him so scattered. He called your name again, louder, more frantic. If you had half a brain left, you would have answered. But you were tired, numb, and heartbroken. Your feet hurt and you didn’t know if you could face him. Instead of leaving quietly or approaching him, you stood there with your mouth agape, watching as if this were a holofilm and you were not the main character on the screen. You couldn’t be the main character. You’d plain forgotten your lines.

Your feet decided to move without your brain’s permission. You didn’t know if you were going to go toward Tech or turn away, and you never found out because in that moment, Tech spotted you and your eyes locked. He smiled a full smile and pushed through the moving masses toward you and was by your side in an instant.

“Mesh’la, you’re here! You’re here!” Tech excitedly said. There was a dancing fire in his eyes and a laugh on his lips. “I can’t believe my calculations, you’re here!” Before another moment passed, you were wrapped in a hug. His arms came around you and brought you close to his chest. He lowered his head so it was resting on yours, then stayed silent for so long it started to worry you. Tech was never silent.

“Tech.” Your voice cracked from how dry it was.

He parted and cupped your face.

“Mesh’la.”

You felt your whole face on fire and you couldn’t look Tech in the eye. Your ears were pink to the tips. You knew what that word meant. He couldn’t possibly mean it. Did Crosshair put him up to this?

“What?” Tech looked taken aback and slightly hurt.

Woops, must have said that part out loud.

You cleared your throat. “Did Crosshair…I mean…” tears filled your eyes and you sighed. You tried to look anywhere but him but his hand, though gentle, was firm and held your head in place. Besides, you were loath to lose the contact just yet. “Crosshair knew…so I was wondering if he sent you…told you to…”

“Crosshair knew what? Told me to?” He repeated.

You took in a deep breath and held it. You’d say it fast.

“Crosshair knew that I loved you and was searching for you forever and when I saw you racing I knew I could find you and really wanted to find you so I decided to trust him to see if he wanted to come and we left the Empire together to find you. You’re a good racer, that was good racing.” You let out the rest of the air in a heavy sigh. One breath.

Tech smiled. “You were searching for me?”

You tried to look at your shoes. “Yes.” Your voice was so small but that was all you had left.

“You love me?”

“Yes!” That was a little more vehement and you rolled your eyes. You had a transport to catch. If he didn’t mind, you really had to get going. “It KILLED me when I thought you were dead. I didn’t know…”

He leaned in closer to your ear.

“I love you too.”

You let out a sob and pressed your face into his chest. Your heart felt like it exploded and adrenaline rushed through your veins and you started to feel dizzy. Your muscles relaxed and the tired, achiness returned, reminding you you needed to rest. Tech felt the extra weight and shifted to support you. But your happiness was replaced with confusion.

“But…your girlfriend? How can you love me if you have a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Tech sounded so surprised you had to look him in the face. His eyebrow was up in a quizzical form. The one he always made when he was drawing a blank. You loved this expression because it was so rare, and he could never replicate it when he tried at your request. It was a look of complete honesty. You almost laughed at the hope your heart started to thud to.

“Phee, the pirate woman…”

“She is most definitely not my girlfriend. Did she say she was? Or did you draw that conclusion from her rather flirtatious greeting?”

“Maybe I did have incomplete data.”

“Did you notice I did not address the flirtations?”

“No…my mind was too busy reeling.”

Tech smiled again, but this time mischievously.

“What if I give you a better subject for you to meditate on?”

He leaned in and kissed you. Softly and perfectly. You broke it first.

“We’ll have to continue later.” You chuckled, “I can’t stop smiling.” You rested your head against his chest and heaved a relieved sigh.

“I agree, we shall have to continue this exercise later.”

You laughed and started back toward the bar. Tech limped after you and your smile turned upside down. You hadn't noticed before. He moved with such urgency and swiftness. It had to hurt.

“You’re limping.”

“Yes, I had a misfortunate accident on the last mission.” He shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“No it’s not. Let me have a look.” You returned to his side and brought Tech’s arm around your neck so he could lean on you for support. “Where’s your ship? Do you have any ice for me to help bring down the swelling, or should I run back to Cid’s real quick to get the ice then bring you to the ship or…”

You were cut off by Tech’s chuckle. “We have the necessary supplies on the ship. That way.” He nudged his head in the right direction, but his gaze remained on you. It sparkled with all the love and adoration you never thought you’d see aimed toward yourself from the goggled eyes. Your heart swelled and your lips radiated that happiness with the biggest smile you’ve ever made. You were where you were meant to be. You were home at last.

Dividers by @djarrex and @ve-ti-ver

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #star wars #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb omega #star wars the bad batch #tech x reader #tech #tech x you #tech and reader #tech x female reader #tbb tech x reader

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sinfulsalutations · 3 months

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i woke up in a very depraved mood with some rather fascinating thoughts about wrecker, and... well i had to write it down so here it is. read the filth below the cut :)

mr munch wrecker himself LOOOOVES it when you're on top and grind yourself down, melodically pressing your body onto his with your arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders.

it's so underrated in his opinion, especially cuz he knows it gives you that friction on your clit and swirling sensations the more you rock yourself up and down.

he likes it when you whine from overstimulation of frustration, like when you just can't seem to hit that perfect spot without his aid and you plead him gently to help you. and of course, wrecker couldn't deny such a sweet ask, so he's grabbing onto your hips and hoisting you up and down, to hit that spot, before easing you down again to grind back and forth, back and forth...

"oh, i'm so close," you sigh, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. "shit, i'm--" you're interrupted by your own moan as you start rocking yourself with sudden fervor.

when it comes to sex with wrecker, his pleasure is knowing you're pleased-- so seeing you writhe and twitch the closer you get to clenching all over his cock makes his dick so hard. he'll gasp out wanton groans as he watches you take your pleasure, staving off his own finish until he knows you're good and satisfied. wrecker is a gentleman, after all. he knows that ladies come first.

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starryevermore · 1 year

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sharing is caring ✧ wrecker

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inspiration: this tiktok

pairing: wrecker x fem!reader

summary: a classic story—girl gets snack, boy wants snack.

word count: 1,036

warnings?: fluff, pet name (mesh’la), not proofread

You knew this was going to happen the second you did it. Honestly, you were practically asking for it. You, plus Mantell Mix, plus Wrecker? Oh, yeah, he was definitely going to be asking for some of your favorite snack. Especially when you sat on his lap, curling into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. It was practically a dream come true for him. (You were almost certain he had had a dream like this. It at least seemed like it, given how you would sometimes wake to him muttering your name and Mantell Mix in his sleep.) Wrecker had no right, though, to take your not-so-innocent plan and make you melt.

Damn Wrecker. Damn him and his pretty face. Maker, why did he have to have such a sweet face? A perfect pout? Beautiful brown eyes that made your insides feel all gooey? You swore his enhancement wasn’t to be bigger and stronger than his brothers. No, it was to get anything he wanted if he would jut his lip out and make his eyes all big and wide. It wasn’t fair. (Though, you mused, he might say the same about you when you ask if you could snuggle with Lula. It evens out. But still. Totally unfair.)

If you were honest, you loved it. There wasn’t much you wouldn’t do for Wrecker. It had been Wrecker who insisted that you join him and his brothers. It had been Wrecker who watched your back at every turn. It had been Wrecker who was there for you when you mourned the loss of everything the war took from. It had been Wrecker who bundled you up in his arms, squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe just so you could feel something. He kissed your every wound. He checked all your weapons. He taught you how to disarm bombs. He was there for you for everything you ever could have wanted and needed him for.

But dammit, some things were sacred.

As he looked at you, his bottom lip sticking out, you reached up, poking his lip, pushing it back in. “No,” you said, a laugh bubbling up in you. “Get your own.”

“Cid said I’m not allowed to put things on her tab anymore!”

“Then get some credits of your own, big boy.” You patted his chest before turning back to your Mantell Mix.

“It tastes better when it’s yours!” he tried, reaching out, hoping to grab some of your snack before you could yank it away. He pouted again when you held it as far away from his as you could manage. “C’mon, mesh’la, don’t be mean!”

If you were being extra honest, you would admit that you had only done this because you love how prettily Wrecker begs. When you got the Mantell Mix, you had full intentions of sharing it with him. But, where was the fun in just being nice? Wasn’t it better to perch yourself on his lap, his favorite snack within arm’s reach? Wasn’t it better to see him whine and pout and plead?

His fingers dug into your hips. You squirmed in his lap, trying to get away. Okay, perhaps you also liked to push his buttons a little too much. Perhaps you also liked it—loved it—when he manhandled you. Perhaps you had a lot of ulterior motives in doing this.

Wrecker nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Then— he pulled away, looked away from you. Nose stuck in the air, as if he was pretending to be those hoity toity well-to-do people that act like the rest of the galaxy is beneath them. “Fine. You don’t get to cuddle Lula tonight then!”

You gasped. “How dare you! That’s not fair!”

Wrecker shrugged. “Shoulda thoughta that before you were stingy, mesh’la.”

“I’ll share my snack if you share Lula,” you bargained.

He shook his head. “Nuh uh. Too late for that now.”

It was your turn to pout now. Wrecker’s resolve cracked ever so slightly as you gave him your most pitiful look. But, when Wrecker really wanted something, it was going to take a lot more than a pout to break him. So, instead, you began to wiggled yourself out of his embrace, looking around the Marauder to find your would-be victim.

“Fine,” you said, your feet touching the ground. “Y’know, I think I heard Echo say that he was kinda hungry. Think I might go share with him—”

Wrecker’s arms became your prison. He squeezed you so tight you thought you might explode as he hauled you back onto his lap. His lip curled ever so slightly. Okay. It was a bit of a low blow, acting like you were going to share with one of his brothers. But you and him both knew you wouldn’t. The only other person you would share with was Omega. (After all, who could say no to her?) His brothers, on the other hand? Off limits. No snack sharing, not one bit.

“You better not,” he growled, the sound a deep, low rumble in his chest.

A smirk tugged at your lips. “Or what? Already took Lula away. What’s next? Gonna deprive me of your snuggles?”

“I might!” As you raised a brow at him, he frowned. His head dipped while he let out a quiet, “No.”

“Mm, what a predicament we’re in.” You held the Mantell Mix out to him. “Whatd’ya say we call a truce?”

“I don’t know about a truce, but I ain’t sharing!”

You laughed. You took some of your snack and lifted it to his mouth. His mouth dropped, letting you feed it to him. “Can I have Lula tonight now?”

Wrecker thought as he chewed. “Dunno.”

You fed him some more of the snack. “Now?”

“Maybe.”

You set the carton to the side, giggling as his brows furrowed together. You cupped his face in your hands, leaning in, and gave him the biggest kiss you could imagine. “Now?” you asked again.

“…yeah, okay.” He kissed you again. “But can I have s’more of the Mantell Mix, please?”

You nodded, laughing quietly. “Sharing is caring, after all.”

“But not with the others!”

“No, not with the others.”

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littlemousedroid · 2 years

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It’s A Tradition (Chapter 8)

Pairing: Wrecker x female reader (Pantoran, no description, nicknamed Poppy)

Word Count: 1840

Summary: Hunter and Tech discuss Wrecker’s new relationship. Wrecker and Poppy enjoy some domestic life but the trauma and angst are a cloud trying to block out their sunshine (does that sound dramatic enough?).

Rating: T for now, references to canon typical violence and trauma. It’s mostly fluffy and fun, with some angst and anxiety thrown in for flavor. — This chapter continues the angst, dealing with big emotions that the show glosses over. Also kissing.

Chapter 1 >>> Chapter 7

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It was just before dawn and the Marauder was still quiet. Hunter had awoken to find one of his squad missing. That was not a situation he liked to be in, used to the tight knit team sticking together. Omega was still sleeping in her room. Echo was resting in his rack. Tech was the only one awake, taking advantage of the quiet to work on whatever project he deemed more important than sleep. All of that was to be expected but Wrecker’s absence was unusual.

“Where is he?” Hunter asked as he entered the cockpit, knowing that Tech would know what he meant and would undoubtedly have a lock on Wrecker’s location already. He settled into the co-pilots seat, turning to Tech.

“Wrecker left a few hours ago, while we were all still sleeping. He seems to have gone to the residential neighborhood near the market. It must be the apartment of his new acquaintance.” Tech presented the information in his usual detached fashion but his tired expression gave away his concern.

“Poppy, they call her Poppy. But he didn’t leave a message? He just bolted?” Hunter asked, a frown spread across his face. “Wouldn’t have expected that.”

“His actions lately have been entirely unexpected. He takes every opportunity to visit the market and his new…friend. So running off tonight, it fits with this new pattern of behavior.” Tech explains.

Hunter leans back in his seat, taking a moment to process Tech’s thoughts but that moment is interrupted.

“I know he has been under a lot of pressure recently. His recent headaches were caused by the malfunctioning inhibitor chip, I do not know if they put any additional strain on his mind.” Tech paused, hesitating slightly, “And the loss of Crosshair weighs on him as well.”

“They were close.” Hunter admits. They all had moments of missing their old lives but Tech was right that the loss seemed especially difficult for Wrecker. And now the events of the last few days added to that pain.

“I suspect that Wrecker has found some form of solace in this new relationship, however it might be defined.” Tech continued. “But I’m uncertain if that comfort is worth the risk. Might I remind you that we are still in hiding from the Empire. We don’t know anything about this girl. Can she be trusted?”

“Tech,” Hunter sighed and rubbed his brow. “I doubt she is an Imperial spy.”

“That may be true but she is still a liability to our security. And…” before he could continue Hunter interjects.

“Tech, it may be hard to calculate, but sometimes the risk is worth the reward. If Wrecker has found some comfort in our present situation, why shouldn’t he be happy?” Hunter can’t deny that there is some risk but he also trusts Wrecker to make the right decision.

“Who decided you had any say at all?” Both men spin around to see Echo leaned in the doorway. “Wrecker can make his own decisions. Just let him be. Now keep it down or you’ll wake Omega too.”

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You had been able to get a few more hours of sleep wrapped in Wrecker’s arms. It had been peaceful, a deeper sleep than you were getting before he had arrived at your apartment. Waking in the middle of the night to find him knocking at your front door had been a surprise, but it was not unwelcome. He had been gone much longer than you anticipated and it was a relief to have him back. Obviously something had happened while they were gone, Wrecker had been a mess when he arrived. Had he really been crying? What could have happened to bring him so low? Whatever it was you would be here to comfort him.

As you rolled over you were surprised to find the bed empty. The sheets were cool, he must have been gone for more than a few minutes. Had he left? No, he wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye, that wasn’t in his nature. Maybe he just went to the fresher? You got up and slipped your robe over your shoulders. As you padded down the hallway you heard grumbles coming from the kitchen. What was he doing in there?

As you reached the kitchen, you found Wrecker with his back to you fiddling with something on the counter. He didn’t acknowledge you right away so you were able to watch him. He was trying to use your caf machine but struggling; cursing under his breath, pushing buttons, and spilling grounds everywhere. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Are you going to rescue me or just let me break this machine?” Wrecker said before turning around, showcasing the most exasperated expression you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I was trying to bring you some caf, but this dumb machine is not cooperating.”

You came over to help him, pushing a few buttons and easily getting the caf brewing. He let out a frustrated huff.

“You make it look so easy. If it had been a proton bomb I could have disarmed it with my eyes closed but apparently making caf is beyond my skill set.”

“When we first met you reminded me that we each had our own skills, let’s put making caf on my list. And disarming dangerous bombs can stay on yours.” You smiled at him, “It’s the thought that counts, thank you for trying. The caf will be ready in a few minutes.”

You moved to retrieve some mugs from the cabinet behind Wrecker but as you approached him he stepped in front of you blocking you from your task.

“Wreck, I need to get the mugs…” He stepped closer to you, crowding your space.

“Pop, there is something I need to ask you first,” he reached up to cup your face, his hand covering your neck and jaw. He was watching you, looking for any hesitation.

“You can ask me anything Wreck,” it came out a breathless whisper as you turned your face up to meet his gaze.

“Can I kiss you?” He leaned down, so close you could feel his whisper ghost across your cheek.

All you could do was nod in response, his lips were on yours before you could finish shaking your head. It started gentle, just like every other moment with Wrecker. His hand wrapping around your neck to pull you closer to him, the little space that remained gone from between you as he pressed you against the counter.

Kissing Wrecker was all-consuming in the best way possible. His large hands seeming to cover your whole body, his body blocking out everything, even the smell of him flooding your senses. Your lips slotted perfectly against his, like two pieces of a puzzle. He may have asked for the kiss but you were the one to push your tongue against his lips asking for entrance. He welcomed you, a small groan escaping his lips. You continued kissing for what felt like forever, but the beeping of the caf machine pulled you back to reality.

“Wrecker, the caf,” you pulled back from him breathless but he didn’t want to stop, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. “Wrecker, love, I need to get the mugs. Let go and I’ll make breakfast.”

He finally detached his lips from your neck, but didn’t let you go. He placed his forehead against yours, making eye contact.

“I love you, Pop. But I’ll love you even more if you feed me!”

You laughed at that and finally pushed him away to get the mugs and make some breakfast.

“What do you like Wrecker? I’ve got a couple of options.” You opened the cabinets looking through your groceries.

“I’ll eat anything. I’m sure whatever ya got is better than the ration bars we usually eat.”

“I’ll take your word for it. How about jogan fruit bread? I’ve got some different jam options. And I can cut up a meiloorun.” You hoped that would be enough.

“That sounds perfect! Can I help?”

“No, you sit down and I’ll handle it.” You poured the caf and handed it over to him, placing your own mug at the seat across from him. It only took a few minutes to get the rest of breakfast on the table.

“This looks great, Pop, thank you!” He dug right in, putting tons of jam on the warm bread. He seemed to savor every bite, like he was tasting it for the first time.

“They didn’t serve jam in the GAR mess halls?”

“Huh?” He seemed confused, but caught on quickly to what you meant. “Oh, not really, we didn’t get much beyond nutrient filled goops and bars. Nothing as delicious as this jam. Did you make it?”

“No, I bought it in the market. I can show you where and you can take some back to Omega.” You just knew she would love it as much as Wrecker did.

The rest of breakfast passed quietly, a pleasant domesticity that you relished. As you finished eating, Wrecker insisted on cleaning up. So you took your second cup of caf to the couch. You couldn’t help but think about what every morning could be like waking up with Wrecker. A life with him would undoubtedly be full of joy; shared laughter and playful teasing was already the foundation of your relationship. But was it even worth dreaming about? Could you have a normal life with Wrecker? You had your own reasons to worry about life under the Empire but they paled in comparison to those of a fugitive clone.

As nice as this domestic scene was, you wanted to talk about what happened while he was away. What had caused him to come to you in the middle of the night. And what would happen now between you two.

Wrecker finished cleaning up and joined you on the couch, bringing his own caf and another piece of bread.

“Wrecker, I think we need to talk,” you said.

“Uh oh,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

“No, it’s not bad, at least I hope not.” You paused to gather your thoughts. “If we were just two regular people in a galaxy at peace…”

“But we’re not,” Wrecker interrupted. “We’re in hiding from an evil empire. Pop, that doesn’t mean we can’t be happy. I wouldn’t have come here last night if I thought it was the wrong choice.”

“Why did you come here?” That was the question you really wanted answered. What had caused him to come to your door in the middle of the night, an emotional mess.

He didn’t answer you right away. He wasn’t even looking at you now. You reached out to where his hand was resting on the back of the couch and grabbed hold, intertwining your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand, willing his focus back to you. You had said your piece and now it was up to Wrecker to decide how to proceed.

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A/N: This was just a peaceful scene to give them space. The next chapter will be Wrecker and his emotions, maybe something from his perspective? I know he’s got a lot going on in the scarred head of his and I want to spill it all on the page. Chapter 10 will be back to some adventuring.

Thank you for reading this far! I started this for myself and the idea that others would enjoy it too continues to blow my mind. I would love any comments and feedback. Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

#tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x female reader #wrecker x you #wrecker wednesday #the bad batch fanfic #the bad batch wrecker #clone trooper wrecker #the bad batch #star wars fanfic #it’s a tradition

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 3 months

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Worst Case Scenario

Echo x Reader

Summary- After an ambush from the Empire, you, Echo, and Omega must escape by yourselves. Hunter and Wrecker sacrifice themselves to let you three live. Based on Season 2, Ep. 16

A/N- This is angst angst angst! But semi-sweet ending. Always open to constructive criticism, thank you!

Word Count- 1,837

"You know... I tried to look out for you boys... You too." Cid said, turning her gaze from Wrecker to you.

You immediately got an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Well, more than you had since Tech's fall. Tech's death... Tears threatened to prickle at the thought, but you had to stay strong. Especially being Omegas role model...

Echo had once called you her mother figure, you remember turning red. You dismissed him jokingly, but it gave you that warm feeling in your chest. You certainly loved Omega like a daughter. You don't think there is anything you wouldn't do for her.

"You've just got too much heat on you... and you brought it here... at my place of business... I had to make the best out of a bad situation..."

You didn't even listen to Wrecker's response, as you took off for Omega's room. Blaster sounds and lasers erupted.

With a hand on your side blaster, you turned the corner and slid into Omegas temporary room.

Hunter was already standing, eyes wide.

"Call for Echo." He instructed.

You had never felt so much fear. You had all been in tight situations like this before- only now you were all beaten emotionally and physically.

"Yes sir." You mustered, out of pure habit.

"What's happening?" Omega started, standing at the blaster effects.

"It's the Empire- You two take the mining tunnels to the space port and find Echo." He looked at you, understanding the reality of the situation. "I'll get Wrecker." No, he was going to stall and buy us some time. Hunter was a smart clone, he knew what he was doing.

You tried to check the comms while Hunter pushed out a box, revealing the tunnel entrance. All you heard was static on every channel.

"But you're injured! You can't fight them alone!" She pleaded.

"You two need to go, that's an order." Hunter always commanded with authority, but there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Omega jumped to hug Hunter, squeezing his side strongly.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, Omega."

After an exchange of glances that spoke a million words, Omega started down the tunnel. You stopped for a second, turning, and rested a hand on Hunters shoulder.

"Protect her." He insisted.

"I will... And we'll find you..." You tried to stay hopeful, but it was difficult with the past few days you had.

He gave a glance down the tunnel, Omega was too far to hear his next words.

"No, you need to get her out of here." You had never seen him so demanding.

"But-" He interrupted you.

"Now. Don't look back."

You simply nodded and headed down the tunnels.

Omega stopped on the bottom platform, you jumping down behind her.

"I can't do it.." Omega started, followed by your name. She sniffed- "We already lost Tech."

"And I am not going to lose you Omega." You said, at a loss for any word of comfort. You did though, step closer.

"No, we are going back." She tried to climb up, you blocked her way.

"Let me go!" She yelled, getting more frustrated.

"Omega!" She stopped struggling and looked at you. You crouched down to be level with her.

"We have to leave and find Echo." You gently grabbed her hands in yours. "He will know what to do. Us two, we can't take on the Empire by ourselves"

"We can't leave Wrecker and Hunter!" She yelled, arms pulling back. You inhaled deeply, you didn't want to leave them either. But you couldn't help anyone if you were all dead. You knew they were after Omega, and nothing was going to stop them.

Better three dead siblings than six, you thought gruesomely.

She looked you dead in the eyes, "If it was Echo you would go back!" You bit your bottom lip. Maybe she was right... but it wasn't Echo. It was Hunter and Wrecker, the people who would be pissed if I let her try to be a hero.

"Omega, Hunter told me to protect you. That's what I'm doing." She looked up at you with big eyes, filled with tears.

"It's not fair!" She hissed, tears falling angrily.

"I know honey, but if we don't get to Echo. We will be dead." Your breath shook at your own words. They were harsh, but not far from the truth.

She let out a small sob as you enveloped her in a hug. She clung to you desperately, almost as if it would change the circumstance.

"It's not fair.." She repeated to herself in a whisper.

You did nothing but pet her hair and hold her. After a minute you gave her a light squeeze. "We have to move before the Empire finds the ship."

She sniffled but nodded in understanding.

The two of you quickly made your way out of the tunnel exits. It was just a short run to the ship yards.

You gave a quick prayer to anyone listening before trying your comms again. The Empire scrambled the channels, but hopefully a short-range signal worked. With you and Omega crouched behind The Marauder, you tried contacting Echo.

"Echo, Omega and I are by the ship. Open the ramp." You whispered quickly. You got no response. "Echo?" You tried again.

With a loud steam, the ships doors opened. You and Omega rushed in, closing it quickly.

"Echo, we need to get out of here now!" You ran to take the Co-Pilot seat.

"What's going on, where is Hunter and Wrecker?" Echo questioned, starting up The Marauder.

With a glance behind you, you saw Omega bundled into a ball in her bunk. You still kept your voice down for your next statement.

"We were ambushed, Cid sold us out. Hunter and Wrecker gave Omega and I a window to escape." Your own eyes filled with tears at the guilt. "I had to take it." You sobbed. "I had to protect Omega." You stood true to your words, but broke down into tears.

It was a lot to process for Echo. He wanted to comfort you, but had to think logically first.

"I'm going to go back, you two need to get to Pabu." Echo stated.

"No, you don't understand Echo! That's a suicide mission!" You gasped out.

With a deep swallow, you continued- "It's the Empire!"

He snapped his head around, "We've gone against them before."

"Not this many Echo..." You let out another sob. "There are too many for us." You pulled forward, both hands cupping Echos head. "Hunter and Wrecker are already dead by now." Tears flowed freely down your face. "What do we do Echo....?"

Just as you finished, blaster noises arose. You both called for Omega, feeling much safer with her in the cockpit with the two of you.

While Echo pulled the ship up to fly, Omega was already sat in the shuttle's gunner's seat. She had a twisted look on her face as she shot freely at the Empire troopers that attacked.

You took in a deep breath, one that painfully refilled your lungs.

You viciously wiped your tears away, grabbing the handles to the front blasters of the ship. With a white-knuckled grip you shot furiously. You lost your perception of time as you fired and fired.

Echo expertly dodged most of the Empires bombs and shots, but not as well as Tech would have. Another painful reminder. Three dead. Three brothers are gone. Not to mention Crosshair was probably dead as well...

The thoughts clouded you, your grip tightened on the blaster, but you stopped firing. Your breath quickened, hyperventilating. Adrenaline was starting to lose its effect, you were crashing and burning.

Echo called your name out, you didn't move until he shouted it for the third time.

You faced him slowly, hands not moving. Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape.

"Hey, hey." He got up out of his seat, putting his hand on top of one of yours gently.

"It's okay, they're gone... It's over..." He pulled your hands off the handles slowly. He then cupped your face with utmost care.

"We're safe... You're safe..." With his words, you looked out the glass pane. Echo had managed to launch into hyperspace. The three of you were out of danger.

Your chest still heaved, desperate for oxygen. You shot around, looking for Omega.

She was sat in her make-shift room, clutching her stuffed toy.

You looked back at Echo, locking eyes. You embraced him strongly. He was still slightly confused on the situation, but he did what he had to keep the last of his family safe.

He pulled away to press quick kisses over your face. You were still in shock and didn't kiss back- but you leaned into his touch.

He wiped tears from your face with his hand, everything felt numb. How was he still composing himself? You questioned to yourself.

With sad eyes, you looked down, a deep breath filling you.

You reached a hand up to place on him, feeling between his breast-plates. The feeling of his chest rising calmed you.

"I'm... I'm gonna go check on Omega." You choked out, hand swiping off any last tears, quickly. He nodded, hand coming up to rest on yours. You smiled half-heartedly and slowly lowered your hand.

It was a long night of holding and rocking Omega. After the high of battle drifted away she was hysterical. Her cries were only muffled by your chest, which she clung to. You held yourself together, somehow.

When she had finally cried herself to sleep, you laid her down. Making sure that Lula, her Tooka doll, was close by.

You returned to Echo with a shaky breath. He held his arms open, an invitation for you to join him in his seat.

You took it and lowered yourself into him, melting with his touch. His arms closed around you, hand resting on your hip.

"What the hell now..." You commented, void of any emotion. You were worn out.

He thumbs the skin around your waist. "We can head to Pabu. Get resources, contact Rex, maybe even stay."

Your face scrunched up at this, you hated Pabu. Everything and everyone had a happy-go-lucky attitude. But, it didn't matter what you thought anymore. All you and Echo needed to think about is what was best for Omega.

"Or not stay, we will see what happens." He practically read your mind.

"I don't care what we do, as long as Omega is happy and safe." You glanced back at her, still sleeping.

"You need to be happy and safe too." He said, thinking about Omega and you.

You swallowed, looking down at the floor.

"So do you..." You raised your gaze to meet his. "What would make you happy, Echo?"

"Don't worry about me, you've got your hands full already." He kissed the crown of your head.

"You take care of me, I'll take care of you." You said snuggling closer to his chest.

"And we'll both take care of Omega."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I've never written any kind of angst or wump before, thanks for bearing with me! Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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originalcollectionartistry · 5 months

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A Workout to Repeat

Hello friends!

This request was originally sent to @mandos-mind-trick (which you should go check out their fics! They're one of my favourite writer on here!!) but as their requests are closed atm, I thought I would take a crack at the prompt!

Basically, you're in love with our resident muscle man Wrecker but don't want to risk your friendship with him. You're the Batch's medic so after patching Wrecker up, you need to let off some steam. So you head to the gym on Kamino after your latest mission... then smut ensues.

CW : PiV sex, oral (f! receiving), slight voyeurism, idiots in love, mutual pining

Word count: 3163

@anglfclulu this one's for you! I hope it's everything you wanted! Sorry about the wait dear!

Enjoy!

“Wrecker, I’m begging you to be more careful. This is the fifth time I’ve redone these stitches!” you complained.

As much as you loved the demolitions expert of Clone Force 99, he could be reckless at times. After your latest mission, Wrecker somehow got his bicep cut deeply into, so you had to stitch him up. You didn’t mind, truly! It was your job as the Batch’s medic to put them back together. It was just Wrecker had continually torn his stitches since you got back to Kamino. It wasn’t often you had shore leave and when you did, it was spent on Kamino. You were thankful for that. It gave you a chance to restock medical supplies on the Marauder, as well as restitch a certain Batcher in a clean, sterile environment.

You didn’t know why Wrecker continued to rip his stitches. It was impossible to you to think that he just wanted to see you. He didn’t like you like that, right?

“Oh, come on, mesh’la! It’s not that bad! You don’t mind stitching me up, do you?”

Rolling your eyes, you snipped the last stitch and started to put away the med kit. You would never admit that you were in love with Wrecker, so you acted annoyed, even if your stomach was fluttering with butterflies. You loved patching the giant up. It gave you a chance to feel the muscles underneath, to feel and wonder how easy he could lift you up; how easily he could pin you to a wall and ravish you endlessly.

Shaking your head to quell the rising arousal in your core, you gently shoved Wrecker, barely moving his arm in doing so.

“Doesn’t matter if I like it or not. Your arm won’t heal properly if you keep ripping the seam. I’d hate for you to be on medical leave because you got on infection,” you harumphed.

Wrecker stood up and flexed his arm, making sure the stitches were strong. Grinning when they didn’t rip, he stretched his arms above his head. Landing his arm above your head, he leaned over you, reminding you how small you were.

“Mesh’la! You know I’d never do that intentionally. Plus, I never mind coming to see you. I look forward to seeing you!”

“Careful Wrecker. You might set her off,” Crosshair teased, moving his toothpick from one side to the other.

You shot a glare the sniper’s way. Wrecker didn’t know about your feelings, and you wanted to keep it that way. You’d risk everything before risking your friendship with Wrecker.

Wrecker looked over to his brother in confusion. What did that mean? Set you off… in anger? Annoyance?

“Crosshair, shut your mouth and show me that leg of yours. I need to know nothings broken,” you snapped.

Wrecker moved away and towards his bunk, still confused about that interaction. He cared about you and hated when you got upset, especially if you were upset with him or his brothers. Maybe a nap would help him understand later.

Crosshair hissed in pain, hating how rough you were being. You clearly were mad at him, but force damn it you were rough. You never were rough unless you were ruthlessly upset with the boys and were mad that they could’ve died. You were very mad at his teasing about your feelings for Wrecker, but Crosshair was trying to move things along! You two had been dancing around for so long the crew was getting tired of your pining.

“Oh, did that hurt? I’m sorry Cross,” you said in a mocking tone. Nothing was broken, just a bit bruised and sprained.

“You really can be mean when you want to be ad’ika. I’m guessing my leg isn’t broken or else you wouldn’t be this rough.”

You looked up at him in frustration as you set bacta on his upper thigh and knee. “You know damn well I don’t want Wrecker knowing about my feelings. Why would you risk outing that?”

Chuckling, Crosshair grabbed another toothpick from his pouch. “Probably cause he likes you too di’kut. I’m trying to make things easier!”

“Kriff you asshole. He could be decommissioned and me fired if we were found out. I’m not risking his life.”

You slapped his leg and stormed away from the med bay. Only 10 more days of leave to go. This was going to be a rough week.

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You needed to let off steam. It wasn’t fair how quickly Wrecker could get you hot and bothered. You excused yourself from the barracks, saying you needed to work off some access adrenaline after patching everyone up. There was only one place you could go for that: the training gym. Kamino kept a gym on base, just so soldiers could work their strength back up after a medical rest, but anyone was welcome to use it.

Walking up to the rack, you calculated the heaviest you could go without hurting yourself. Plus, no one else was around to spot so you had to be careful. The bar was already 44lbs, so you added two 25lbs on each side of the bar. You had intended to deadlift, to pull the bar up but after Wrecker got you flustered, you put the bar set at shoulder height. Stepping under, you adjusted your grip, braced your core and lats, and began your sets of squats. Anything lower body would help cool you down. Your muscles would be burning for a different reason than what you came in for. Anything to distract you from the lustful thoughts for Wrecker.

You were his medic, his friend. You shouldn’t be feeling this way. You felt so guilty. You never dared tell him your feelings, but you felt guilty, nonetheless. Every squat was deeper than the last, subconsciously punishing yourself for your attraction to your friend. You pushed and pushed until your legs were shaking and on the brink of failure. After 5 sets of 10 reps, you racked the bar for the final time. You cleaned it off before moving on. You spread your workout from push to pull. Legs to arms to core and back again. By the time you finished your 7th exercise, you had probably been in the gym close to two hours by now. You wiped down the assisted pullup and moved on.

You eventually moved on to the adductor press. You adjusted the machine, so the pads were the furthest apart. Spreading your legs, you sat the chair and set the weight at 60lbs. Your inner thigh burned at being used after so long of not working them, but you pulled the weight together, so your knees touched gently. It was almost enough to forget your feelings for Wrecker. It would’ve been enough, had the man not walked in himself!

Wrecker had been bored and had started to tease Tech and Crosshair, so much that Hunter told him to work off his excess energy with weights before Crosshair shot him. Shrugging it off, Wrecker joined you. He felt so much towards you, he just didn’t know what to say. He cared about you, probably more than what he should towards a fellow soldier. You were just so lovely. Your bravery, talents, kindness were all things that made Wrecker’s heart flutter. You were so delicate when applying stitches, taking the time and care to make sure everything felt and looked good. You were so natural in caring for others and fighting for what’s right came naturally to you.

One of the many things you loved about Wrecker, was his ability to listen. Too many times you’d caught yourself venting about Crosshair or fuming at Tech’s refusal for help. Hunter could only take so much noise, so you found yourself with Wrecker a lot. It wasn’t long when you started to develop feelings. Wrecker was similar. It didn’t take much for him to start liking you but then the liking turned into something more. Something that made his tummy tighten every time he saw you… like now.

Waving to you, he grabbed some 140lbs dumbbells and started lifting. You almost wanted to scream in frustration. You were sat in the most provocative of muscle assists, legs spread and had a front row seat to Wrecker working out. Kriffing hells. You could feel your cunt start to quiver, juices flowing onto your undies. You sat there frozen; legs spread wide. Your breathing quickened, breaths coming in short pants. Your mouth dried a little. You reached for your water but knocked it over. You could only watch as it rolled away.

Wrecker heard a noise and saw you leaning to the side to reach your fallen bottle. You looked flushed; more flushed than you should’ve after sitting down for a minute. He set his weights down, walked over and grabbed your bottle. Wrecker was a bit worried, you looked feverish. Perhaps you should’ve called quits and gone for a shower if you weren’t feeling well.

“You okay ad’ika? You look like you’ve worked too hard.”

You swallowed harshly, taking the bottle from his outstretched hand. “Uhm… yes. Yes, I’m fine Wrecker. Thank you.”

Wrecker took one more look at you before heading back to his bench. You said you were fine, but you certainly didn’t look it. In fact, he wasn’t sure you were even using the machine anymore. You were just sitting there like a stunned mullet, mouth slightly agape and eyes half lidded. He’d seen women give Crosshair and Hunter than same look after a mission or during a night out at 79’s but he’d been too distracted or drunk to notice if women gave him that look; but you were giving it to him now. He had an idea of what it meant as his brothers would go off for the night before returning to the ship, so Wrecker had a theory to test. He started lifting heavier, above his head and out to the sides, bulging his muscles more, giving you a little show.

You had started to slightly grind against your seat, certain that you had soaked through your leggings. He had to have been doing this on purpose, the bastard! You watched as he started to thrust the rack bar above his head, without breaking a sweat! He had to have added at least 200lbs onto the bar. Kriff, your plan to work out the arousal had failed. You needed to be fucked and soon. You were desperate for friction, to the point you didn’t care who saw. If a reg came in and took advantage, you’d thank them if Wrecker didn’t clock on first. You started to gently rub your clit over your leggings.

Wrecker slammed the bar on the rack. He may have known what he was doing to you, but he was still courteous to put his weights away. He stalked over to you, leaning on the machine next to you.

“So, mesh’la. Enjoying the show?” he said, giving the most shit eating grin.

You could only nod, biting your lip to prevent a moan from slipping out.

Smirking, Wrecker gently lifted you out of your seat. Your thighs had been open for a while and were probably sore from the adductor exercise. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life.

“Shall we continue our workout elsewhere, cyare?”

You finally allowed a moan to slip past your lips. “Yes, please!”

Wrecker carried you across the gym, into the freshers. He pulled away from your lips to briefly scan for anyone else before pulling you into a shower stall. To make it less suspicious, you turned the water on. One, to help your sore muscles, and two, make anyone who enters think you were just showering. Wrecker stripped himself quickly, leaving clothes on the floor.

You let your feet touch the fresher floor as you caressed Wrecker’s body. Every scar, every divot, you let your hands wander and linger to feel every part of his body. You stripped down fast, hanging your clothes on the stall door so anyone would think it was just Wrecker and some barrack bunny.

Wrecker did the same as you, gently letting his hands wander to your derriere where he squeezed and palmed, eliciting moans from your throat. You palmed his erection, wanting to give him as much pleasure as you could. He was big, which you knew to some extent, but you’d need prep to take him all. Which you wanted wholeheartedly; you’d take every thick inch of him.

Wrecker kissed you hard, lifting you up into his arms again. His fingers deftly travelled down to where you wanted friction. He circled your clit gently before venturing one finger into your puckering canal. You bit your lip to silence the moan threatening to release itself.

“Wait,” Wrecker murmured. “Are you sure? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

You smiled, tears threatening to come to the surface at his consideration. “Wrecker, I’ve wanted this for a while. I just didn’t want to risk getting you decommissioned. I want you and always have.”

Grinning ear to ear, Wrecker kissed you again. He didn’t put you down yet, but he did press you against the cold wall of the fresher now, so he had more leverage to rock into your hips. You felt his fingers leave your cunt, seemingly satisfied with the prep. He gently pushed into you, giving you time to adjust with every inch he gave. When he bottomed out, you both let out a moan at the feeling. You loved it, so much you started to squirm in his hands.

“Move, Wreck. Please. Please move!”

He started to thrust up into you, watching every reaction. You seemed to enjoy harsher thrusts than faster ones, so Wrecker made sure to take his time with you. Deliberately thrusting in, he set a rhythm that was delicious and had you crying out. You could feel your breasts bounce up with every thrust, which you knew Wrecker loved. You knew he loved your breasts as he never stopped looking at them when you took your bindings off.

Wrecker loved the feeling of your pussy. You were warm and tight, and it felt like heaven to him. Your little moans and squeaks of pleasure were sounds he never wanted to stop hearing. He continued to thrust up into you, wanting you to finish before him. He could tell you were getting close as your pussy started to pulse involuntarily. Contracting and releasing as you bit his shoulder to cover your moan when you came. Your juices leaking slowly around his cock.

He set you down gently, kissing you once more before kneeling in front of you. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, licking and biting to where he wanted to be. Pressing a gentle kiss to your vulva, he licked you, delving his tongue into your waiting pussy. Hearing you moan was the greatest sound he could ever hear, better than any explosion he ever set off. He wanted to hear more, and he was gonna pull them out of you.

Wrecker started to eat you out like a man starved, sucking every drop of arousal out of your cunt. Swirling his tongue around your clit, he moaned into your vulva, sending vibrations up your spine. You both had waited so long for this, and it was finally happening.

Until Wrecker froze at the sound of the fresher doors opening. You heard some regs come in from training and covered your mouth to silence your moans. You thanked the Maker there were stall doors for the female staff to hide themselves so the men wouldn’t ogle. You weren’t one to shy away due to modesty, but you certainly did not want to be caught by regs.

Wrecker lifted you up again with ease to hide you from being seen, wanting to save you from embarrassment. He was used to being bullied by regs, but you didn’t deserve that treatment.

“Oi, defect! Why’re you hiding in a stall? You embarrassed about your size?” a reg sneered.

They had obviously seen Wrecker but not you.

Not wanting to hear anymore quips from them, you moved your hand away from your mouth. Wrecker raised a brow in question before smother a laugh as you moaned as loud as you could with a smirk on your lips.

“Kriff Wrecker! You’re so big! I kriffing love being your barrack bunny! Fuck me harder baby!” you cried, pitching your voice higher than normal so you wouldn’t be found out.

It wasn’t often you swore like that, but Wrecker would make it his goal to hear it more. His hand hadn’t stopped stretching and prepping you, so he was able to slip in easily with your wetness. You released a wanton moan so sinful; Wrecker knew the regs had a hard on.

“Sorry lads, couldn’t hear you over my plaything!” Wrecker taunted. “What were you saying?”

“Come on! At least give us a turn when you’re done with her!”

Wrecker grimaced when you clenched around him as a tease. “No way! She’s mine and mine alone.” He kissed your earlobe before whispering to you, “And I’m hers. I belong to her.”

You cried out in pleasure, shivers sent down your spine as he rocked into you gently. Hips giving you the friction you desired. You met every thrust with one of your own, clawing at his shoulders, wanting more of him.

You barely registered the regs finishing up and leaving to find their own bunnies as you approached your high. You never thought the aspect of being caught would spice it up for you but as Wrecker thrusted harder and faster into your desperate pussy, you knew you’d be a little more daring in the future.

“Cyare, I’m close. Where?”

You tightened your legs around his waist. “Inside me. Please! Cum inside me!”

Your second high was approaching and feeling his cum shoot into your warm cunt, was the push you needed to finish too. Your breathes intermingled, foreheads touching letting the other enjoy the closeness.

“Dear gods, please let that happen again.” Wrecker mumbled into your neck.

Laughing you agreed before kissing him again. In blissful silence, you finished showering and dressing together before walking back to the barracks hand in hand. You were smiling and telling jokes as you felt something hit your head.

Lula landed in front of your feet from Crosshair’s throw. Wrecker picked her up and hugged Lula close before handing her to you. Tech looked up from his little tinkering station, noting your changed attitudes and calmer demeanor. Something changed between you two and Tech knew, even without Hunter’s advanced senses.

“So, you finally fucked then?” Hunter mused, smelling the sex on you two, even after your shower.

You smiled as Wrecker flopped into his bunk, not wanting to reveal yourselves too quickly. Wrecker had other plans.

“Yup! Guess you were right boys! Should’ve just told her months ago!”

Hopefully it's everything you wanted darling!

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din-miller · 6 months

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Hey, I humbly ask for the bad batch x femreader (separately) who has muscles? Like she's super insecure about them because she feels like she can't wear anything nice because she looks to bulky?

Fluff or smut it's up to you!

❤️

Ooohhh that’s a cool ask. I’ve never really had toned muscles so this was a challenge to do in a sense that I don’t have those insecurities about my body. Hopefully for those badasses who do, I didn’t completely fumble this ask.

Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Words: all together is 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, implications to sexy times, Crosshair’s is spicy, insecurity, female reader, talks about how women should be soft and feminine for male pleasure, ugh, our boys will step on those men

A/N: unfortunately after spending two days thinking about how to do Echo’s part, I gave up. He will be missed. Crosshairs part is maybe (?) a little rough around the edges but I really struggle with his character. Tech loses the ability to speak with big words because you know, women with muscles leave us speechless. Dividers by @saradika

WRECKER

You stare at the dress in your hand – if you can even call it such – and wonder if you could get away with murder; more specifically the murder of one trandoshan.

While you tend to hate the missions she sends you and the Batch on, this one definitely is on top of the hatred list. You turn the dress around, eyes taking in all the straps that make up a complicated crisscross pattern, a poor excuse for a back. The dress is floor length, more elegant than daring, looser than fitting but it’s sleeveless.

It’s not ugly, the deep shade of purple is stunning to be honest. It’s just that, well it highlights the part of yourself that you keep hidden under baggy clothes. Your arms have always been an issue for you. Out of all the boys only Hunter and Wrecker’s arms are bigger than yours. The former just barely.

You were admittedly scared at first when the boys saw your bare arms. You had expected them to judge you, make fun of you, but instead they asked about your workout routine. It mostly involves saving their asses and a hundred pushups before bed.

They let you feel free to unapologetically be yourself, muscles and all. But this isn’t a hot afternoon or a Sunday swim. This is a stupid mission to a sneezy cantina.

A knock at the ‘fresher door startled you. Cid had allowed you to use her private fresher to change. The only people who’d be knocking is her, Omega, or the boys.

“One second.” You call out realising that you’re still standing naked in the room save for your undergarments.

You get to work changing, slipping the dress over your head before realising that was a mistake and you’re now stuck tangled up in the fabric. You try wiggling your body, shifting your arms as much as you can but nothing proved helpful. You’re one hundred percent stuck.

You must have made a noise because the knocking is back followed by a concerned voice, “Everything okay in there?”

Wrecker.

Sweat, loving, Wrecker.

Wrecker who playfully challenges you to arm wrestling matches despite knowing he’ll win every time. Never once making a stupid comment like if you were a man you’d be able to beat him. Wrecker, who has never made any negative or cruel comments about your appearance.

Wrecker, the man you’re oh so helplessly in love with.

The man who has never seen you in a dress, who has never once seen anything bare except your arms. That’s about to change now ‘cause there is no way you’re going to be able to get unstuck without ripping the dress. So, you swallow your pride; “I think I need help-,”

“Help? Are you hurt? Wait there, I’ll go get Tech-,”

“No, I’m not hurt. Well maybe my pride is a little,” You grunt, trying to free yourself because honestly this is not how you imagined Wrecker helping you with your clothing. No, he’d be taking them off, not putting them on, “I’m stuck.”

“Oh,” Wrecker clears his throat, sounding lost, “Do you want me to come in?”

“You can, but I’m sorta…” You frown, trying to figure out the best word, “Indecent.”

Wrecker cleared his throat again, this time a little louder, “Oh, you’re naked. I can go get Cid.”

“No! You send her in here and she’ll be coming back out in a body bag,” You warn him, completely truthful, “And I’m not naked, I have underwear on. Look it’s okay, I can get one of the other boys-,”

“Yeah, that’s not happenin’.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to unlock the door. Is anyone else out there?” You ask, unlocking the door for him, a little awkwardly as you can’t move your arms without your entire upper body going with. You had to bend at the waist and blindly find the doorknob.

You hear shuffling from the other side, footsteps coming closer until they stop just shy of the door. You can see the silhouette of Wrecker’s boots, “No, just me. ‘sides I wouldn’t let anyone see ya half dressed. Bad enough some besom is going to eyein’ you all night like you’re some slab of meat.”

Your stomach turns unpleasantly at the thought of being subjected to lust gazes all night long, so you push away all thoughts about the mission and the foal men before they can consume you. One fear at a time.

You relax your arms, making sure you don’t flex. Good practice for tonight you think bitterly and move away from the door to let him in. He was quick, door closing hot on his heels. You avoid his gaze, not wanting to see the look of disgust as he takes in your muscular body. Thankfully nothing private is showing, leaving you with some modesty.

Your hands are stuck in the air, trapped by fabric and straps, the gown part of the dress is bunched up around your waist, leaving just enough fabric to cover your private part.

You keep your eyes on the wall in front of you as you try to ease the awkward tension in the air, “Didn’t Hunter ban you from using such foal words?”

“Only in front of Omega.” He replies, stepping in close and his fingers trail down your arm, from your elbow to your shoulder where the straps all twist together.

The first brush of his fingertips against your shoulder blade has your knees going weak. His breath is hot against your neck as he asks, “Got a reference to how this is ‘posed to go?”

“Oh, yeah I think the package had one actually,” You half-blindly search for the package before handing it to him, “Here.”

Wrecker studies the picture for a few seconds before giving a small ‘aha’, “I think I understand.”

His hands are back on you, warm and welcoming as he works in silence, occasionally grunting when a finger gets tangled up in the straps. In those moments you snort and he gently pinches your side in response.

Either the dress is more complicated than you originally thought or Wrecker is going at a snails pace – almost like he’s milking the closeness and skin on skin contact for all its worth. You hope it’s the latter and you’re not hopelessly reading into the way his fingers are caressing your skin even though the task at hand doesn’t call for such loving touches.

“There, all done.”

“Thank you.” You give an experimental wiggle of your shoulders to make sure the straps stay in place for tonight before rewarding Wrecker with a kiss on the cheek before thinking better of it.

Realising what you had just done, you hastily turn away, missing the dorky awestruck expression on his face, and in your turn you catch your reflection and oh.

Your arms, well, they’re not hard to miss. Your eyes are drawn to them, impossible not to see. You don’t necessarily hate your muscles, they’re what have kept you alive. You don’t survive a war ridden galaxy by having noodle arms. It’s just seeing them on display like this, for people to see and judge you, mock you, it’s too much.

If it wasn’t for your arms you’d actually consider yourself attractive in this entire – or at least attractive in the eyes of men.

The rest of the dress is flowy, with a little support for your breast, but other than your arms it highlights no other muscular features your body has. Still you try to make yourself appear smaller, more feminine, but it’s not working and your stomach is starting to turn again unforgivingly.

In the mirror you catch Wrecker taking small steps towards you, “Any chance you’ll let me know what’s going on in your head, mesh’la?”

You give a deep sigh, “Cid picked the wrong person for the job. Slap some lipstick on Crosshair and he’d get more attention than I would. How am I supposed to seduce anyone when I look like a hairless lasat? The moment I step foot in the cantina all eyes will be on me but none of them will see me, you know?”

The corner of Wrecker’s lips tilt down, sadness brief in his eyes before he shakes his head and pulls you back into his embrace, taking you by surprise but you melt against his chest all the same.

“You know what I see?” His arms come to wrap around you, hands locking together over your stomach, “I see strength. Arms that are strong to carry your kin to safety. I see warmth and comfort; a safe place to rest, to be held. I see a strong beautiful woman. I see you.”

You gasp, eyes wide and locking onto Wrecker’s for a split second before turning in his arms and pulling his head down to catch his plush lips in your own. Wrecker lets out a startled noise before moaning softly against your lips, arms wrapping around you to pull you in closer to his body.

His mouth separate from yours for a brief second and mirth colours his next few words, “If you need help taking off your dress-,”

“Oh, I will.”

HUNTER

You flop yourself in bed, body aching in every sense possible. You hadn’t even done much. A simple supply run, nothing too demanding of your body but lo and behold your leg decided to cramp up and you did the entire walk back to the ship trying your best to mask the limp you took with every step. If Omega had seen you struggling she’d immediately call Hunter and Hunter would get Tech, who would tell Wrecker to carry you back to the ship, where Crosshair would be waiting seemingly indifferent about your pain but he’d hover over you nonetheless.

It would be an absolute shit show.

So you hid the pain until you got back to your private bunk, or the small storage room that has been rearranged to house you, you should say. Your plan for the night is to sulk away and hope the cramp eases up through the night.

The worst part is that in your hurry to get back to the ship and lay down, you forgot to stop and restock the ship’s supply of heat packs. Something that would most certainly come in handy right about now.

A knock comes from the door and you groan. The last thing you want right now is company. Knowing that shooing whoever it is away would only result in the entirety of the Batch piling into your room to make sure you're okay, you have no choice but yell for them to come in.

Hunter – of course it’s Hunter – peeks his head through the door before stepping all the way in, “Hey, can I come in?”

“It’s your ship.” You point out, straightening yourself to sit up properly on your bed.

“We both know it’s Tech,” He laughs, stepping into your room, face turning serious for a moment, “Omega said you were walking funny earlier. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You should know by now that you can’t hide anything from me. You also should know that I don’t like it when you try too. We’re an allit, which means we take care of each other.”

“Even if that person in dumb and forgot to get supplies that could actually help them manage the pain?” You ask, self blaming as you start massaging your leg. No point in hiding the cramps now.

“Especially then,” Hunter states before dropping down beside you. He shifts himself until his back is against the wall, sitting himself upright before laying your legs on his lap, “Crosshair gets really bad cramps. I learned a long time ago how to rub the knots out. Allow me?”

Hyper aware he can feel your muscles under his fingertips you hold your breath waiting for a comment that never comes. His fingers tuck themselves under the hem of your sweats, rolling them up the slightest as he asks, “May I? It’ll help if I roll your pant leg up so I can see the knots clearer.”

You swallow around the lump forming in the back of your throat. May he? Could you push away your fear of judgement to receive help? Your legs are the most muscular part of your body for you were raised in a small village, no public transport, everything was in appropriate walking distance from your house. And now running with the Batch you’re on your feet more than ever. Always trying to stay one foot ahead of imperials. It’s no wonder why your leg is throbbing.

“I’m sorry,” Hunter's hands leave your leg, “I obviously overstepped.”

“It’s fine,” You say meekly, willing your body to relax in his embrace. He gives you a look and you sigh, “Truthfully, my legs are seen as unattractive in some beauty cultures and I don’t feel like hearing snide comments right now.”

“Unattractive?” He repeats, brows drawn together as he takes a second to sort his thoughts. His lips eventually purse together briefly before nodding slightly, “You are incredibly well built, it’s something I find admirable about you. You’re fast, saved our asses a few times in battle because of these muscles in your legs, and that’s not to be taken lightly. I don’t know what ‘beauty standards’ you were raised with but I find your body to be very attractive, mesh’la.”

You study him for a minute, “You’re being honest.” It’s not a question, more of an observation and you are a bit taken back, “It truly doesn’t bother you that I’m built like a lasat?”

“A lasat? I wasn’t aware you only have four toes.” The amusement in his tone has you rolling your eyes. His hands return to your leg and he gives a reassuring squeeze, “If you allow me to continue, once I’ve got all the knots out, I’d love to take you out for dinner and maybe afterwards I could show you just how attractive you truly are.”

You grin, laying your head down in the crook of his neck as you watch his hand slide your pants up, “I’d love nothing more.”

TECH

“You should not have done that,” Tech scowls at you, arranging the necessary medical tools, “It was reckless and could have been avoidable.”

You’d wave his scowling off if the action didn’t cause your body to scream in protest. He’s right, you could have totally avoided showing off your impressive speaker skills – or at least not fail at jumping that ramp.

It could have been worse. The scanner picked up no broken bones, just a deep laceration on your stomach and some small ones paired with bruises that’ll bloom into some nasty colours. You had shredded your pants in the crash too, the fabric now hanging loosely in some places.

Tech sets his jaw and orders you to lift up your shirt, “I need to flush your wounds before applying any bacta.”

Panic floods your body, “No.”

Tech brows rose ever so slightly, just visible above his goggles, “No? What do you mean by no?”

“No, I will not lift my shirt up.” You will not allow him to see your less than feminine body. Will not face the hard truth that the man you’re crushing on is repulsed by your body. You would not survive it.

Tech, oblivious to your inward panic plainly states, “You do realise that in order for me to stop the bleeding and clean the cut so it doesn’t get infected, I need access to the wound?”

Honestly, bleeding out is better than Tech seeing your stomach. You don’t necessarily have abs, not like Hunter. You’re built more like Wrecker; big bodied. Far from soft and delicate. Never feminine like the girls in the holo movies.

Tech gently lays his hand on your arm, tilting your head up with his other, eyes holding yours hard like his next words are the most important he’ll ever say, “If you’re afraid I may try to take advantage of you in your undress state, I can call one of the boys-,”

“No!” You yell, desperately needing him to know that’s not true, not even close, “That didn’t even cross my mind. I trust you, Tech.”

His body relaxes at your words, “Then I see no reason for me not to clean the wound.”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and admit defeat. You pull your shirt up enough for the wound to be visible but not high enough for Tech to see your chest band. Your body is tense, awaiting an insult that normally comes by now. But instead Tech makes a noise at the back of his throat, an audible swallowing sound followed with a quiet ‘oh’.

You don’t dare to look at his face.

“I’m sorry.”

Tech doesn’t try to gain eye contact this time. He gently wipes away the dry blood flaked on your skin, “For pulling the stunt or getting hurt?”

“For worrying you,” You softly say, tone apologetic, “And for you having to stare at my stomach. I’m sure you could be spending your time fixing the ship or watching holo videos of twi’lek.”

Tech blushes at the last part, “I don’t indulge in such videos. And while I do find twi’leks’ pleasing to the eye, my ‘taste’ is, well,” His eyes linger in your bare skin, darkening a little when you flex your stomach, “You. Not just your body, but your mind, your personality. You’re beautiful, strong, caring. Any man would be lucky to have you as a partner.”

“Any man?” You ask, lips turning up, finally meeting his eyes. You lean in close to his body, taking the medical equipment from his hands and set them aside, “Does that include you?”

Tech adjusts his goggles, lips holding a shy smile, “Most definitely.”

There’s a dull ache in your stomach when you lean up to kiss him but you don’t care. The softness of his lips and the way he draws in a sharp inhale makes it worth it.

CROSSHAIR

“You have to be kriffing kidding me!” You huff, kicking the side of the dryer, “Echo said he fixed this blasted machine.”

Behind you came a snort, “He did. That’s him fixing it.”

You raise a brow at Crosshair, “Not helping.”

“Wasn’t trying too,” He quips, toothpick switching from one side of his mouth to the other, “You could borrow one of our shirts. Wrecker’s would be too big for you and Tech is very picky about his clothing.”

“And Echo’s are specially designed to regulate his body temperature. I’d sweat to death in the first hour.” You sigh, that leaves you with two options: Hunter’s or–

“Take one of mine for the day,” Crosshair says, deciding for you as one of his shirts hits you straight in the face, “Oops, I was aiming for your chest.”

“Sharpshooter my ass.” You grumble under your breath and wait for Crosshair to turn away. The clone raises a brow, smirk on his lips as he cocks his head, gesturing for you to start changing. You give him the middle finger as he finally turns away from you, mumbling something under his breath about missing a good show.

Bastard.

You take off the shirt you’re currently wearing, nose scrunching up at the stench soaked into the fabric. You easily manage to slip your head through the neck hole but as you insert your arm into the sleeve you realise it’s much tighter than your baggier clothing, leaving you with a challenge. You eventually get both arms through but when you pull your shoulders forward a loud rip sounds through the small corner of the ship.

Crosshair’s ears twitch and his head turns a fraction to the side, not fully able to see you, “Did you just rip my shirt, cyar’ika?”

That’s a question you’re afraid to find the answer to. Nonetheless you slowly lift your arm up and wince at the slight breeze you feel on your skin. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting to the hanger door and you wonder if you could escape without Crosshair catching you.

“Don’t even attempt it,” Crosshair huffs, “I’m going to turn around now.”

You stand frozen, holding your breath waiting for him to snap at you or worse, make a snide comment about how a ladies arms should never be bigger than a mans.

Crosshair's face holds no telltale sign of what he’s thinking as he take in the ripped fabric and the places where the hems are starting to come apart at the seams as your muscles threaten to rip the fabric even more.

His eyes go dark and he starts walking towards you, following as you take steps back until your back presses against the wall behind you. You swallow audibly, unsure of how this is going to turn out, “Crosshair? You have every right to be mad-,”

His left hand slams against the wall beside your head, palm flat on the wood whilst the other hand comes to your arm and squeezes the muscles over your shirt.

“If you wanted me to look at your arms you could have just told me and saved a good shirt from being ripped,” He chided, hand slowly trailing down your arm, “I see fear in your eyes, none of that, cyar’ika. I’m not like those osi’kovid who feel threatened by the strength of a woman.”

His legs nudge yours apart, leg slipping into the gap he created and presses his thigh against your core. His fingers slip under the bottom of your shirt – his shirt – to pull it over your head but the fabric doesn’t bunch, seemingly glued to your muscles. With an annoyed grunt Crosshair tears the shirt down the middle, no longer caring about seeing if it’s salvageable.

“A woman like you should be worshipped,” He whispers into your ear, teeth grazing against the flesh, pulling a whimper from you. He pulls back, a cocky smirk on his face before he’s dropping to his knees, “Allow me to taste you, to feel your strong thighs squeezing around my head as I bring you pleasure a true man could only hope to achieve.”

Your head is spinning; everything is happening so fast, your pussy begins gathering arousal between your folds as Crosshair breaths promises against your clothed sex. His words are unlike him, different from anything you’ve heard before. No snappish tone, only plain lust.

Of course, Crosshair is Crosshair, and the next second his eyes dance with mirth as his fingers slip under the band of your pants, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that shock look off your face soon enough. Bend you over all surfaces until you're drunk on my cock, begging for more.”

#the bad batch #wrecker x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #female reader #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #justice joy writes #tw: implications to sexy times #warning 18+ content

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stardust-kenobi · 1 year

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Echo x Fem!Reader

Summary: During your shift at the bar, an angry customer yells something hurtful at you, and Echo checks to make sure you're okay.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! smut, oral f receiving, TW: body insecurities, self conscious reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: As someone on the curvier side who’s dealt with body insecurities basically my entire life, I was happy to write this with experience on how it feels. This is my first (of probably many) Echo one-shots. Thank you @sageislostinspring for requesting <3

The weekend's familiar patrons crowded the bar, ordering their endless rounds of drinks for hours on end until they couldn't even walk straight. Cid wasn't a responsible bar owner, so she never let you cut anyone off when they were too drunk.

"Drunk customers are paying customers" She'd always say. You roll your eyes every time her voice plays in the back of your mind. She took you in when you were a child, and you always saw her as an aunt, but she wasn't protective of your safety like an aunt should be. Regardless, you loved her anyways.

Luckily, your favorite guys were across the bar tonight, crowded into a corner booth, taking it easy and enjoying their time together. Omega was kicking some ass at Dejarik. No matter how busy the place could get, and even with Hunter watching her like a hawk, you were adamant about making sure she was safe when there were this many people around. This was no place for a child, but somehow she was right where she belonged.

Glancing across the room back to the rest of the guys, you briefly caught Echo's eye and flashed him a smile. He smiled back before you returned to pouring and mixing drinks on autopilot. There was something about him - Echo, that you were so attracted to. The brothers were similar in appearance, but none of them were as kind as Echo.

Wrecker, Tech and Hunter were playing a drinking game, completely oblivious to the fact that they lost Echo's attention a while ago, but he couldn’t help staring at you.

"Can I get another drink?!" A loud, distracting man yelled from the other end of the bar.

"Yep, I'll be right there" You shot him a quick assuring smile.

"Now!” He impatiently demanded, his voice now louder than before, startling you.

“Please be patient, sir, I am working as fast as I can” You told him firmly.

“Maybe if you lost a few pounds you could work faster”

Right then and there your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. Suddenly every hateful comment you'd ever received came rushing to your mind, clouding your ability to even defend yourself. You stood there, motionless. This man had found your biggest insecurity and attacked it with anger.

You caught sight of Echo again, who was already watching the look on your face turn to sorrow. It was too loud for him to hear what had been said, but he knew something was wrong immediately.

The beat of your heart thumped viciously inside your chest, pressing hard at the lump stuck in your throat. Rushing out from behind the bar, trying to turn the corner before a stream of tears stained your face in front of such a large crowd, you heard a slew of choice words exchanged loudly. One of the voices you recognized…Echo. You took a few deep breaths and poked your head around the corner.

Echo and the guys had cornered the insulting patron. Wrecker had him by the back of the neck, ready to throw him to the streets at any second. Echo and Hunter were in his face, undoubtedly threatening him.

It was all too much for you to handle and you needed some space.

The closing door of Aunt Cid’s office offered the solace you needed to calm down. There was a stinging sensation in your eyes as you shut them tight, trying your damnedest to get it together. No matter how many times in your life you tried to move past your insecurities about your body, someone like that guy will always be around to remind you of it.

Just then, a faint knock came from the other side of the door.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice called

Echo.

“I’m fine” You called to him, but the strangling effort in your voice to sound like you weren’t crying only made it all the more obvious.

“Can I come in?” He asked politely.

Instead of responding, you walked over to the door and pulled it open only slightly. You hesitantly looked up at him, and found the most concerned man in the galaxy. The wetness upon your cheeks instantly grabbed his attention.

“Oh, Y/N” Echo’s brows pressed together, his voice like silk. It took everything in you not to burst into tears just from the tone of his words.

You allowed him to enter, and walked over to sit yourself on Cid’s desk.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this” You sniffled.

“I’m your friend, Y/N, I’m here for you” He consoled.

“Thank you” You half smiled, thankful for his company.

“What did that guy say to you?” He asked. Something in his tone hinted that he was ready to kill him for hurting you.

“You didn’t hear?” You asked, confirming that he was too far away to know what the guy said, and came looking for you just based on how shattered you looked as you left the bar.

“No. Well, Hunter may have. We all saw your reaction to someone yelling and didn’t ask any questions, the guys took care of it” He explained, and moved to stand in front of you, taking your hand into his own, “I wanted to come check on you, though”

“He made a comment about my weight” You said quietly, somehow ashamed of admitting something that wasn't your fault.

“What?” Echo was appalled to hear this.

Your insecurity and self consciousness overcame you again, and you hung your head, “Yeah”

Echo's rage became obvious despite his attempt to suppress it.

“Listen to me, Y/N..." Echo started, bringing his head down to grab hold of your lowered gaze, but seemed to almost swallow his words before he could make them come out. He shut his eyes tight, realizing he might regret what he says next, "You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever laid eyes on"

The beating of your heart almost strangled you in that moment. Your hands trembled together in your embrace.

"I've never had the nerve to confess that to you before, but you needed to hear it now" He assured you, "I have been all over this galaxy. I've seen women of all shapes and sizes…but you? You are everything"

Your broken heart began mending itself with every word he spoke to you, "Echo" You whispered admirably.

"I mean it. Don't even think about listening to someone like that guy out there"

You were speechless.

"And this?" He began, his hand gesturing to the curves along your body, "is perfect"

"Will you kiss me?" You asked suddenly, knowing you wanted nothing more in that moment than to show him you wanted him.

His eagerness was no match for his nerves. Echo wanted to attack your supple lips, not holding back at all, but he couldn't, not yet. He inched forward slowly, afraid of messing this up, and planted his lips upon yours and delicately entwined the two of you.

Sparks ignited between the warmth of your kiss. A light whimper fell from your mouth onto his, telling him you wanted more. His hand wrapped around the back of your head and pressed you harder into him. Your tongue slipped over his lips and pulled a moan from him, piquing your arousals even further.

Heat began forming in your belly, migrating quickly to the pulsing between your legs. You squirmed slightly, your body craving friction against your sensitive, aching clit. Echo made note of your restlessness, and pulled away slightly.

"I want to taste you" He whispered against your lips. You took that as an invitation to kiss him harder, but you were stopped suddenly when he broke away from the kiss, "All of you".

Just then, a fire rushed through your body with the realization of what he meant. Without even hesitating, you parted your legs wider in your seated position on the desk. Echo placed his kiss on your neck before trailing his pecks further down your chest. His hand worked to inch the fabric of your dress up the length of your thighs, shooting chills down the length of your legs.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are to me" Echo insisted, a hint of hunger settled into his tone

"Please" You breathed.

You watched as he lowered himself in between your legs, putting his face level with where you ached for his touch. Cool air grazed the wetness slicked on your folds as he pulled your panties down your legs.

Gentle kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy. Soft whimpers had already begun falling off your lips before his tongue ever pressed against you.

The moment that you felt the intoxicating sensation of his tongue circling your clit, you were in heaven. It started slow, with soft rotations getting a gradual start on your pleasure. Maker, he was good at this.

"Oh, Echo. Yes" You moaned deep, but gently.

His eyes rarely left yours while he devoured you, wanting to see pretty little faces you'd make from the feeling he provided for you. His cock strained so helplessly against his pants, torturing him to no end. Echo had dreamed of this exact moment for so long, and now he had you in his hold, whining and falling apart under his influence.

He hungered for you, not just to taste your arousal, but to feel you in your most delicate state. His love for you existed from afar, as he was terrified that you wouldn’t want him too. All the passion he felt for you built up to this, and he’d do anything to help you understand how perfect you were to him.

The motions of his mouth grew more eager by the second before he found a consistent rhythm that seemed to earn the most precious noises from your lips. Nothing had ever brought you so close to your orgasm so quickly.

"Maker, it feels so good" You cried out, knowing you were close to falling over the edge. He knew it, too, and didn't dare change a thing about his pace now.

Suddenly, your orgasm burst open with overwhelming ecstasy. Your body squirmed involuntarily in his grasp, so he grabs your hip and pulls your body harder against his face, not letting you relinquish even a second of the full intensity of your climax. Echo groaned against your clit, sending vibrations across your sensitively and driving you absolutely wild. The stars in your vision began to fade as you crept slowly down off of your high.

"Oh my god, Echo" You exclaim breathlessly. Your legs trembled while he slowly stood to his feet.

"Sweetheart, I-" He started, failing to find the words to describe how he felt.

A sudden knock came at the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright in there?"

It was Wrecker, and based on the sounds of feet shuffling beyond the door, you assumed the rest of the guys were out there, too.

How kind of them to check on you, too, but stars, they couldn't have picked a worse time than this. You both exchanged a glance of amusing disappointment, knowing you both wanted to rip each other's clothes off right then and there.

"Another time" You smiled warmly.

He smiled back, kissing you one more time, like he'd never get the chance to again, and couldn't wait to pick up where you left off.

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