#poly!tbb

[techhasmjolnir]

Dealer's Choice

Plot: You and the guys are enjoying some downtime in between missions, and one night you all decide to kill some time by playing a game. Things quickly take a bawdy turn.

Author's Notes:

Many thanks to @zoeykallus and her wonderful “Truth or Dare” story as the inspiration for me to finally craft a poly Batch tale.

Unlike my other works, there's a general description of the reader as someone that's into body modifications (piercings and tattoos). Additionally, assume the reader has a contraceptive implant. No other description of the reader is implied, nor should it be inferred. This story also assumes that the interest is there between the reader and the boys, but they're not yet in a relationship.

Sit back and set aside some time to read this one, for it comes in with a word count of 14,009.

Important Notes:

This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers and all members of the Bad Batch. Concepts introduced include: creampie, cum eating, cum swapping, dirty talk, female ejaculation, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving & receiving), PiV, toys

A collective sigh of relief comes from you and the men you've spent the past year working with, the specialist troopers of Clone Force 99. After bouncing endlessly between missions, the word is finally given that all of you are to take a standard Galactic month off for much-needed R & R, and to spend time overhauling the Marauder. You look forward to going home to your countryside villa on Naboo, and extend the offer for the guys to stay with you instead of spending their nights on the ship.

“This is some place you've got here, Y/N,” Wrecker says, his head swiveling around to look at the large vestibule into which everyone is gathered.

“This is nothing,” you reply, groaning as you let your heavy backpack slide off your shoulders. “You should see some of the villas out in Lake Country. This place? It's modest, by Naboo standards. I did the best I could hoarding credits away for years during my time as a bounty hunter in order to be able to afford it.”

“Bounty hunter? I suppose that explains how you ended up with us,” Tech chimes in as he pushes his lenses back in place. “Mercenary work is a natural extension of bounty hunting, in terms of a general skill set.”

“You're not wrong about that, Tech. I may not have enhanced tracking abilities like Hunter, but I more than make up for it elsewhere. All right, since all of you are going to be crashing here for the next month, you're more than welcome to occupy any of the spare bedrooms on the second or third floors. It looks like the housekeeper was here just recently, so everything should be cleaned and in full working order. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've been dying for a real shower ever since we were holed up in that dump on Tatooine!”

“Don't remind me,” Crosshair remarks. “I think I still have the stench of bantha on me.”

“I thought it was obvious it was their breeding season,” Tech slyly adds, never missing the opportunity to get digs in on Crosshair whenever possible.

“Enough, you two,” Hunter interrupts. “Grab your gear and head upstairs. Y/N's been gracious enough to let us stay here instead of being miserable in the Marauder every night, so let's at least try and act somewhat civil.”

You let out a cackle and painstakingly re-shoulder your backpack. “All right, you guys. Go upstairs and get settled. How about we reconvene in a few hours for something to eat, and maybe start unwinding with a game or two?” You start walking off to your bedroom, stopping to turn around when you hear Echo.

“Where are you going, Y/N?”

“Oh, my quarters are down here. I don't think there's enough room in there for all of us,” you tease.

You disappear down the hall toward your bedroom as the guys start making their way to the second floor, completely out of earshot as Crosshair casually says, “you want to make a bet?”

*****

“All right, guys, the rules are simple. All you have to do is spin the bottle, and whoever it points at is the one who will be asked “truth or dare.” If you pick truth, just answer the question honestly. We're all adults here, so there's no need to be embarrassed about anything. Same goes for dare. The only rule about dares is that you don't have to do them if it violates your personal ethics, or is a violation of whatever you consider to be your hard limits. You can rescind consent at any time and ask for a pass, or change it to truth. I just have a hard time believing you guys have never played this game before...I think almost every culture in this galaxy plays some version!”

“Remember, Y/N, we're from Kamino. “Fun” and “games” are two words that are not in the Kaminoans' language,” Hunter offers. “We did our best to amuse ourselves when we were boys as a means of escape from our harsh reality...but not with anything like this.”

“She doesn't need a trip down your memory lane, Hunter,” Crosshair sighs irritably, shifting his ubiquitous toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. “Are we doing this, or what?”

You roll your eyes and set an empty wine bottle on the floor. “Since you are my guests, one of you can spin the bottle first. Mmm, Wrecker, you want to do it?”

“Absolutely! Let me at it,” he says cheerily.

“Wrecker, mind your strength,” Tech warns. “We do not need you launching the bottle into the wall, or one of us.”

Wrecker's huge hand closes around the wine bottle and he gives it a deft spin. It slows and comes to a stop, the neck pointing at Crosshair. He chuckles and narrows his good eye as he looks at his brother's seemingly constant sour expression. “Oi, Cross...truth or dare?”

There's an audible crunch as Crosshair snaps the toothpick, hastily plucking the broken pieces out of his mouth. “Do I have to?” he grumbles.

“Do you have to be so disagreeable all the time, Crosshair?” you reply, half jokingly. Quiet laughter from the others ceases when you hold up your hand. “It's a harmless game. Just relax and play along. You might just have fun.”

“All right, fine. Truth,” he says churlishly.

Wrecker's face breaks out into a huge grin, and you have the feeling he's up to something. “Yes or no – do you have a crush on Y/N?”

Crosshair's eyes widen, heat stealing its way up the back of his neck and into his ears. You look around at the others, surprised that Wrecker would lead off with a very revealing question. Hunter is trying not to smile, and Echo and Tech share a knowing glance. You won't be surprised if Crosshair answers yes; it wouldn't be the first time someone admitted they had feelings for you while working closely together. The reactions of the others suggest your prediction is correct.

“Well? Do you?” Wrecker asks again, grinning madly.

Crosshair digs his fingertips into the arms of the chair in which he's sitting, his face slightly reddened. “Yes! Yes, all right? For fuck's sake, Wrecker, did you have to do that?” He turns his head away, not able to look at anyone, especially you.

Uproarious laughter fills the room as everyone finds it hysterical their normally unflappable brother is quite humiliated. The only one not laughing is you, because while you find it fitting that Crosshair is temporarily subdued, you're empathetic. You've always known Crosshair is a very private person, and admitting something like this represents a serious loss of control.

“Guys, please. Crosshair, it's your turn. Spin the bottle,” you say gently.

He sighs softly and turns to look at you, his cheeks tinged red. His dark eyes bore into yours and don't break your gaze as he leans down and forward, speedily grabbing it and setting it in motion. The bottle wobbles for a moment before it stops and points at you. You can hear Tech muttering something to Echo under his breath and for a split second, you have a feeling of apprehension. Crosshair's pride is hurt, and now that means he's unpredictable.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he sneers, completely evaporating whatever embarrassment he just felt.

Everyone's eyes are on you, keen to see if you'll accept a challenge from him. You look around and grin, chuckling softly. “Well, I hate to disappoint you, boys, but for the first round, I'm going to have to go with truth.”

One look at Crosshair's expression tells you exactly what he plans on doing; he's going to try and retaliate in an effort to fluster you. “Have you ever fantasized about any of us in a sexual way?”

You feel your heart start to race a little and you do your best to stay calm. Heat flows into your cheeks and as your expression softens, a little grin is riddled upon your lips. Ever since you became part of the squad, you've done your best to try and maintain an air of professionalism, but you're only human, and with five handsome men always in close contact with you, you certainly entertained thoughts of what it would be like to be with any one of them.

“Hey, are you in there?” Wrecker asks.

“I'm...thinking,” you reply slowly, the grin becoming a big smile. Finally you end up laughing, rolling your eyes as you speak. “Of course I have. Anyone with eyes would end up fantasizing about a group of incredibly attractive guys like you. There. Are you happy, Crosshair?”

He smirks at you, sitting back in his chair as he taps his cheek idly with his finger. “Not just yet, but give it some time. I think I will be.”

*****

“Are you ever going to accept a dare?” Crosshair complains. “I think you're playing coy on purpose.”

The game has been going on for awhile now, and it's been highly entertaining. The bulk of the racy questions have all been directed at you, and the only reason you've hesitated opting for a dare is because you know the minute you say yes, someone is going to get really creative, which will result in you losing an article of clothing. You're no stranger to being in various states of undress around men out in the field, and the guys are no exception, but you've never been completely naked around them.

“All right, all right! Fine! If you're that keen on it, I'll take a dare. Just make it a good one, Crosshair,” you say, feeling your heart starting to beat a little faster.

Crosshair grins and runs his hand through his hair, pausing briefly before speaking. “I think we've all learned quite a bit of...shall I say...interesting things about you tonight, Kitten.”

“Cross, don't call me that. You know I don't like it,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Where are you going with this?”

“You wanted a good dare? I've been thinking about this all night, and it's something I think we're all going to like,” he says, a disconcerting grin emerging. “As long as you consent, of course.”

It doesn't escape your notice that Hunter flashes him a questioning look, and both Tech and Echo moved forward to the edge of one of the couches they're sitting on, clearly interested as to what could possibly be this good. Wrecker glances over at you, puzzled as to what Crosshair's about to do, and as you look over at him, you shrug. As you look back at Crosshair, he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, a very hungry look in his eyes.

“I've consented to everything you boys have thrown at me tonight. I can handle whatever you come up with.”

“That's good to know, because you're going to strip down to nothing and stay that way the rest of the night.”

You flash him a look of defiance, momentarily catching him off guard. “Fine by me! I've got nothing to hide, and besides...” You pause and look around at the guys, all of whom have the tiniest of grins on their faces. “The likelihood of all of you not wanting to see me naked is precisely zero.”

Tech clears his throat a little nervously. “I do believe she's got us, there. Statistically speaking...”

“Tech, shut up for a moment, will you?” Crosshair snaps. “Y/N, you accepted the dare, so follow through with it.”

You slowly rise and roll your shoulders as you stretch. Sighing softly, you pull the tie for the lower back of your top, letting the ribbons flutter loosely around your hips. The guys have all gone quiet, watching with you with rapt interest. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back a little as you reach up to loosen the ribbon at your neck, pulling away your top and letting it fall to the floor. You can hear someone's breath hitch in his throat as your chest is on full display. Heavy tattooing spans the area over your breasts and down your sternum, prominent steel rings in your nipples.

You open your eyes and Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker are looking at you completely awestruck. Glancing over your shoulder at Tech and Echo, you wink and flash them a sexy grin, chuckling as you see color beginning to creep into both their faces. “You won't be left out, boys. Just be patient.”

Might as well give them a little show, as long as I'm doing this, you think. Really give them something to get off on, later...

Sliding your thumbs under the waistband of your soft, loose pants, you start to roll your hips in an enticing manner, purposely making eye contact with Crosshair. You slowly begin to slide the material down, the silky shimmer of your black panties coming into view. He stares, completely enamored, shifting uncomfortably in his seat in an effort to disguise the fact he's starting to grow hard. Despite the fact that Tech and Echo are sitting behind you, they're getting as much of a show as the other three, and the moment your muscular ass comes into view, one of them accidentally lets slip a tiny groan. You grin and step out of your pants, casting them aside to join your top.

“Mm, someone's enjoying the view, am I right?” you say, your voice lowering seductively as you turn to look over at Wrecker, who's got his hands in his lap, trying to cover up his growing arousal. “Please, big guy, I'm not stupid. If anything, it's pretty fucking hot.”

You bring a hand to your chest, letting it linger between your breasts, as the other slides down your stomach and lightly grazes your pubic mound. Letting out a content sigh, you hook your index fingers in the band of your panties and begin to lower them almost agonizingly slow, stepping out of them carefully as you drop them with the rest of your clothes. You're careful not to reveal too much of yourself, but you can't help but part your legs just a little so that the ring in the hood of your clit is plainly visible.

“By the Maker...” you hear Tech utter quietly.

You raise your hands above your head and lazily turn yourself around in a full circle so everyone gets a full look at you, coming to a stop in front of Tech and Echo. The two of them can't stop themselves from looking you over head to toe, with Tech's attention turning to your hood piercing. A broad grin crosses your face as you take your index finger and let it rest under his chin, tipping his head up so his golden brown eyes meet yours.

“My eyes are up here, honey,” you laugh. “It's all right. You like what you see. There's no shame in that.” You look at Echo, his normally pale skin now flushed pink with arousal. “I think the same goes for you, too, dear.” You turn around to face Crosshair, a look of smug superiority on your face. “Well? I did it, and I managed to render you speechless. I consider that a rare victory...and I do believe it's my turn to spin the bottle.”

You sit down on the floor, keeping your legs closed and to the side. Giving the bottle a hefty spin, it eventually stops and points to Wrecker. “Truth or dare?” you ask, a little smile on your face. He looks over at you, blinking slowly as he makes up his mind. Heat floods his cheeks as he feels his cock twitch heavily under his hands. “Which one, Wrecker?”

“Truth,” he says hesitantly.

“Hm. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be?”

His mind immediately goes blank trying to think of something plausible, because he's embarrassed to tell you the truth. “A giant bowl of Mantell Mix would hit the spot,” he mumbles.

Crosshair bursts out in derisive laughter. “Wrecker, you're the worst fucking liar. Really? Mantell Mix? You're going to have to do better than that!”

Hunter rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, turning to look at Wrecker. “Just tell her the real truth, vod. The smell of it rolling off you is getting to be a bit much.”

Wrecker groans and closes his eyes. “All right, fine. Honestly? I'd love to have you sitting in my lap with my cock buried in you, while I play with your clit.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, a mixture of amusement and intrigue on your face. “Well...I certainly wasn't expecting to hear that out of you.” The idea of having him splitting you in half with what is probably quite a thick cock is tantalizing. You feel the stone of arousal forming in the pit of your chest, along with a tiny pulse in your clit.

This gets a rise out of the rest of the guys; they're all laughing quietly and Echo gently pokes Wrecker in the arm playfully with his scomp-link.

“Come on, everyone. If Wrecker is brave enough to say that, then I'm betting the rest of you are having some pretty sexually charged thoughts, too,” you gently chide.

Wrecker takes the bottle from you and a brief look of appreciation passes between the two of you. It spins wildly before ultimately pointing to Hunter. “Truth or dare?” he rumbles.

Hunter's dark eyes lock on yours before he speaks. “Truth.”

“I wanna ask you the same thing Y/N just did. What's the one thing you want most right now?”

“I really want Y/N perched between my knees, letting me fuck those perfect tits of hers,” Hunter replies quietly, shifting just a little so you can see the bulge forming under his blacks.

Now it is abundantly clear to you where the rest of the game is headed. The heat building between your legs is growing stronger, wetness beginning to seep from you. The pulsing in your clit becomes constant as the sensitive flesh begins to swell. There's absolutely no hiding from Hunter that you're fully aroused now, and the look he gives you is one of sheer desire. You wonder if the rest of them are all sporting massive erections by now, but you don't dare to move your head to look around to check, lest you give away your intentions.

“I think you like my idea, Y/N, don't you?” Hunter asks with palpable amusement in his voice.

“She's turned on?” Crosshair murmurs, idly scratching his chin with a fingertip.

“Without a doubt, she is,” Hunter replies, giving the bottle a quick spin. It lands back on you, and your heart starts to race again. “Truth or dare, ad'íka?”

Your mouth goes dry and you manage to keep your voice from quivering with apprehension. “Dare.”

“I'm willing to bet that you've got an absolutely gorgeous little cunt. It's a shame you've kept it hidden away from us for so long. Spread your legs so we can all see.”

You feel your cheeks go hot, but not from shame. Hunter's never used language like this with you before and all it's doing is casting more kindling into the roaring inferno of your arousal. More wetness seeps from you as you carefully unfold your legs and rearrange yourself into a position on the floor where everyone can see you from the front. Slowly, you comply, leaning back on a hand to balance yourself as you part your legs. With your other hand, you take your index and middle fingers, spreading them into a V shape as you spread your outer lips, showing the guys the slickness between your cleft.

“You look so fucking tasty, Kitten...” Crosshair rasps as he slowly starts touching himself through his blacks, already soaked through with pre-cum.

Ignoring Crosshair's use of the epithet, you look at the others to see them all nodding in agreement, their eyes all seemingly darkened with lust. Tech leans over to whisper something to Echo, and the two of them chuckle softly, Echo biting his lower lip for a brief moment. You steal a quick glance at them, and like the others, they're concealing prominent bulges under their blacks. Tech looks over at you with a gentle smile on his face.

“If you are willing, Y/N, would you consider letting us all have a taste?”

It takes you a moment to figure out what Tech means by having a taste, and you realize it goes much further than wanting to eat your pussy. You choose your words carefully, making sure there's no room for any misunderstandings that could end in regret. “I know it's been a really long time since any of us have gotten what we want, or need. If we're going to do this, I want you to know that I trust all of you explicitly, and yes...you may all share me. Let's just have fun, and enjoy each other.”

“Then I believe a modification of the way this game is played is necessary,” Tech declares, pushing his lenses back into place. “Instead of asking truth or dare, we will tell Y/N what we would like to do with her, and she can choose to accept or decline. This way, there will be favorable outcomes for us all. Y/N, is this agreeable?”

You smile at him winningly and nod. “Works for me, everyone.” You exhale forcefully and send the bottle spinning. As it stops on Wrecker, you look and see him grinning like he's won the best prize in the galaxy.

“Can we do that thing I said earlier?” he asks a little shyly. “And will you let me have a little taste of your pussy, too?”

“Absolutely, big guy,” you chuckle as you get to your feet and stop in front of him. Even though you're roughly at his eye level when he's sitting, it still feels like he's towering above you. “How do you want to do this?”

“Climb on my lap, sweetie, and let me do the rest. I'll be gentle, I promise.”

As you straddle his massive lap, one of his huge hands rests on your back and the other comes under the back of your leg, suddenly pulling you off your feet so your legs are slung over his shoulders, your pussy so close to his face you can feel the heat of his breath. You let out a yelp and try to figure out where to put your arms so you're comfortable. Balancing your forearms on his thighs as his hands close on top of your knees, you look up at him, catching him wink at you with his good eye. You've watched people eat you out before, but never from this vantage point.

“Just relax, mésh'la. It's all right,” he reassures you.

You let out a surprised, quiet moan as he lightly kisses your clit and then your outer lips. His warm tongue delicately trails its way through your folds, gathering up all your juices as it makes its way up to your now swollen clit. When he closes his lips over it, you groan and let your head fall back, shutting your eyes as he alternates between suckling lightly and flicking the tip of his tongue along the underside of it, and over your piercing. When your legs start twitching involuntarily with each stroke of his tongue, Wrecker lets out a deep, rumbling moan of his own against you, the vibrations tickling every nerve ending.

His cock twitches against your back and you moan his name softly, thinking about what it's going to be like to have him inside you. Wrecker turns his attention from massaging your clit to slipping his tongue through your outer lips all the way to your entrance. His strong tongue probes deeply as he tastes another flow of your juices, and his grip on your knees tightens.

He starts to gently rock his hips up into your back, silently telling you that he's just about ready for the next step. As he pulls his mouth away, one hand comes back under your back to support you as the other brings one of your legs down. Once you're back in an upright position, you climb off his lap, your legs visibly trembling.

“I hope that was all right, Y/N,” Wrecker says. “Been a long time since I've done that with anyone.”

“All right? I think that was more than just a little all right,” you reply breathlessly, feeling like your legs are going to give out.

He laughs and takes your hand, placing it right over his thick, meaty cock, straining to be let out of his blacks. “That's all for you, mésh'la. Why don't you show everyone how beautiful you look when I've got my cock stuffed inside you?” His hands slip under the waist of his pants, easing them down to his ankles. His cock lies long and straight against his stomach, and as your eyes fall upon it, he flexes it for you, a little bit of pre-cum clinging to the tip. “Come sit and keep it warm, Y/N,” Wrecker coaxes.

You turn around and see the wanton expressions on the others' faces as they patiently wait their turns. Wrecker takes his cock in his hand and starts stroking it gently as he waits for you. As you back up and straddle his lap once more, you let out a loud gasp as you feel the head of his cock slip through your outer lips, positioning right at your entrance. Resting your hands on his thighs for balance, you start to carefully ease yourself down on him, exhaling slowly as you feel him start to stretch you out.

Wrecker wraps an arm loosely around you, resting a hand on one of your breasts, gently thumbing your nipple. “Take all the time you need, Y/N. I know this is an awful lot,” he murmurs.

“Y-yeah, it is,” you reply shakily. “You feel incredible, already...”

You lower yourself down onto him, inch by inch, moaning continually as his girth stretches you to what feels like your absolute maximum. Wrecker buries his face in your hair, groaning loudly the farther you sink. As he bottoms out in you, his strong hands slide under your legs and lift you up just a little so that instead of your hands on his thighs, now your feet rest there. He takes you by the ankles and you take a hold of his forearms as he starts to slowly rock up into you.

“How's it feel, Wrecker?” Hunter asks as he strokes his cock idly through his blacks. “Usually women are scared to death of that thing,” he chuckles.

“So tight...hot...wet,” Wrecker groans through his clenched teeth. “Ride me, mésh'la, please...”

You oblige, and start bouncing on his cock, deep lusty moans springing from you with each successive stroke. He starts bucking up into you a little harder, passing over your sweet spot repeatedly, sending white hot bolts of pleasure through your pussy. One hand leaves your ankle and works its way between your legs, where the flat of his thumb falls upon your rosy pink pearl, swirling in tight little circles. Wrecker is notably dexterous, switching with ease from rubbing your clit to flicking his thumb over it, loving how you're responding to his touch.

Riding him faster, you feel yourself getting closer to your peak, unable to combat the fiery combination of Wrecker's cock ravaging your pussy and the determined stroking of his thumb. Your clit buzzes pleasantly, tiny little contractions starting to multiply, and a deep growl rolls out of Wrecker as he now lays into you, feeling his own orgasm on its ascent. His cock begins to tighten even more with each upward stroke, and the electricity in your clit becomes more concentrated.

“Don't stop, Wreck...I'm so fucking close,” you gasp.

“So 'm I, mésh'la...come for me,” he moans.

A few more well-timed strokes of his thumb against your engorged clit is all it takes before he hears your breath hitch in your throat, his name falling from your lips in tiny gasps. The lightning in your clit spreads quickly through your core, sharp cries of unrestrained bliss spilling from your throat as your walls constrict around him. Wrecker's thrusting becomes erratic as his cock swells to maximum within you. He lets go of your other ankle and you lift yourself off, sinking to the floor on your knees with your back to him, chest heaving wildly.

Closing his hand around his cock soaked with your juices, he strokes himself hard. It's only a few moments before he lets out a choked gasp followed by a deep moan as he comes, painting your back with thick, ropy strands of his seed. He sinks back in his seat, covering his face with a hand, panting heavily. Utterly spent and basking in the afterglow of his long overdue orgasm, Wrecker slowly gets his pants back on. He looks down at you, sitting back on your feet, admiring his handiwork as his spend trickles its way down your back.

“Go clean her up, dí'kut,” Crosshair hisses. “She doesn't deserve to be left a mess.”

Wrecker gets up and heads to the kitchen, returning a short while later with a warm, damp towel. He attentively wipes down your entire back, then takes his hand and ruffles your hair affectionately. “Sorry about that, Y/N...I didn't ask if I could do that,” he says apologetically. “Are you okay?”

You get to your feet and reach for his chin, standing on tiptoe as he bows his head. Your lips meet his for a soft, loving kiss. “I'm fine, big guy. Might be walking funny for the next day or so, but...” The entire room erupts into laughter as Wrecker returns to his seat, blushing slightly. You wait for everyone to calm down before picking up the wine bottle. “All right! Who's next?” you say playfully, giving the bottle a spin. This time the bottle comes to a stop in front of Tech and Echo, pointing at neither. “Hm, well, this is a conundrum, indeed,” you muse.

“If I may, Y/N,” Tech interrupts, “there is a perfectly reasonable solution to what you perceive as a problem. Let us both gratify you, thus eliminating your need to choose. Echo, why don't you show Y/N the modifications to your scomp-link that we made? Perhaps we can also show her that new attachment I created. I am most eager to see it in action.”

“I'm not surprised you two have been up to clandestine operations,” you say, rolling your eyes. “But you've piqued my curiosity, and...I very much want to have both of you.”

“Excellent. I will return shortly, Y/N. Echo, help her get more comfortable on the floor; we will need the extra space,” Tech says as he rises from the couch, purposely readjusting himself so you can get a better sense of what he's got hidden under his blacks. “This will be worth your while, cyar'íka...I promise.”

As Tech heads upstairs to gather all the necessary equipment, Echo takes all the pillows off the couch and lays them on the floor. You walk over and sit next to him, his good arm wrapping around you. Slipping your hand down between his legs, you run your fingers gently over his fully primed cock, loving the little moan that escapes from him. His lips seek out yours as he lightly pushes himself into your hand, moaning once more when your tongue collides with his for an impassioned kiss.

“Oh, mésh'la, if you only knew how long I've dreamed of doing something like this with you...” he whispers hotly against your neck, planting a few open mouthed kisses there.

You let out a soft sigh at the touch of his lips, his kisses working their way down your neck to your collarbone. He lowers you just a little so he has easy access to a breast, his tongue gently licking a nipple, sending shivers down your spine. Echo grins as he closes his mouth around it, sucking lightly, relishing the sounds of your moans. You squeeze his cock firmly in return, his eyes tightly shut as he groans deeply.

“You want me to suck your cock, Echo? I can't wait to see what you have for me,” you purr, feeling the material of his blacks dampen under your fingertips.

“I do not think he wants to wait any longer to show you what he has in store for you,” Tech calls from the entrance to the living room. He's carrying a case and a small drawstring pouch with him. “Y/N, if you please, spread your legs for Echo so he can begin.” He pauses, and you see his brow furrow for a moment. “I...know we already have your consent, but I feel it prudent to ask you regardless...” He stops again and you see one of his hands tremble slightly.

Crosshair snickers as you get up and walk over to Tech. “What, now you lose your nerve, Professor Highbrow? She already said you can take her, so what the hell's your problem? Got limp dick syndrome, or something? You should forfeit your turn and let me –”

You whirl around, fury written all over your face as you approach Crosshair, who looks supremely amused with himself. As you stop in front of him, you grab the collar of his blacks and yank him up until he's a hair's breadth away from you, eyes locked on his. His eyes widen in genuine shock; he's never seen you this angry before. Hunter is about to spring into action to pull the two of you apart, but Wrecker puts a hand on his shoulder, curious to see how this is going to play out.

“Crosshair, shut your fucking mouth! I am so sick of you constantly ripping on Tech, trying to tear him down. Is it really necessary to try and destroy your brother's self-esteem?! You dare...in MY house?!,” you seethe. “Just for that, when it's your turn...I've already decided what you're going to do with me...and you'd better fucking follow through!”

You shove Crosshair back into his seat hard, letting go of his shirt. You look at the others, and they're all staring at you in disbelief, especially Tech, who remains rooted to the spot. Walking back over to him, you reach your hand up to gently cup his face, his eyes seeming larger than ever. “Now, what were you going to ask me?” you ask softly.

“Cyar'íka...” he starts, trying to regain composure and find his voice. “I would very much like it if you would orally pleasure me while Echo takes care of you. Would you also let me take you from behind?”

“For you, Tech, anything. You know...you didn't need to ask me for permission, but I'm happy you did. I just want to enjoy both you and Echo in every way possible.”

You retake your seat on the floor next to Echo, with Tech coming to sit beside you, putting the case and the pouch off to the side. “Spread yourself for me, Y/N, and relax. I think that beautiful pearl of yours needs some more loving,” Echo says as he positions himself between your legs. “This might feel a little strange at first. I'll start with this, then switch over to the new attachment.”

Tech leans down and rests a hand on the back of your neck as his lips graze across your cheek and down to your mouth where your lips meet his for a delicate kiss. Echo lightly rests his scomp-link on the hood of your clit, then activates it. You gasp as you feel gentle vibrations emitting from it, and Echo smiles, glancing up at Tech. “I'm glad you suggested we rewire this thing...I think she likes it!”

Echo swirls the scomp-link around your clit attentively, listening to you moan deeply as he touches every part of it. He can see you beginning to swell and grow harder for him with each pass, the sides of your clit especially sensitive. You lift your hips up into him, craving more stimulation and he obliges, upping the level of vibration. With his good hand, he pulls his blacks down enough to free his cock – thick, hard as durasteel, and craving your attention.

“Please, Y/N,” Echo softly moans. “Touch me...let me come for you,” he pleads.

He shifts a little so you can slip your hand down between his legs, taking his cock to slowly stroke it in an underhanded position. Echo sighs in pleasurable relief as your hand glides over the hot, turgid flesh, taking time to swirl your thumb over the head as more pre-cum steadily seeps from him. Tech, not wanting to be left out, takes your unoccupied hand and you look up at him, his eyes glazed over with arousal. He guides you down between his legs, and as your hand covers the conspicuous bulge, you squeeze gently, making him shut his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“Are you ready for me, cyar'íka?” Tech asks as he takes your hand, kissing your palm as he frees himself from his blacks, revealing the sublime and statuesque curvature of his lengthy cock. “I will let you set the pace,” he reassures you as he lets your hand go, shifting close to your mouth.

Closing your hand around his cock, the tip of your tongue gently trails its way underneath the head, earning you a stifled moan. Slowly, your tongue swirls around its entirety, getting a taste of pre-cum as you slip him into your mouth, letting your tongue glide along his shaft. You expertly corkscrew your hand around him as you find your rhythm, sucking and stroking him with vigor. “If you only knew how many times I imagined doing this with you...” Tech murmurs as he lets his hand rest gently on the back of your head.

The grasp on Echo's cock tightens as you stroke him a little faster, feeling the pulsing in your clit intensify with each pass of the scomp-link. The constant low moaning coming from Echo sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, and you feel your juices seeping out, dampening the pillow you're sitting on. You moan heavily around Tech's cock, the vibrations rewarding you with a hard flex and the sound of him choking back a deep-seated moan of his own. He rests a hand on your cheek, then pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving you feeling strangely empty.

“You're too good at this, cyar'íka...I am already getting closer than I would like,” he pants as he sits back down, blinking heavily as he tries to recompose himself.

Echo's hand covers yours as he pulls himself back from your grasp, breathing hard. “I'm close, too, mésh'la...still want to...show you the best part...”

He takes the scomp-link away from your throbbing clit, taking the case lying next to Tech and opens it, revealing an instrument with two distinct curved parts to it – the larger part is considerably longer and thick, the smaller one much shorter and thin. Echo nimbly unscrews the scomp-link and replaces it with this new creation, holding his arm up so the others can see.

“The larger part goes inside you, and the smaller part stays outside and rests on your clit,” he explains once he catches his breath. “Both parts vibrate, and they also have a small range of movement to them, so they can simultaneously work your sweet spot and clit at the same time.”

Tech picks up the small drawstring pouch and opens it, taking out a bottle. “You may want to use this,” he advises, handing it to Echo. “It will make Y/N's entire experience that much more pleasurable.”

Echo applies a few drops of the lube to the attachment, spreading it evenly. He drips a little bit more onto your clit, letting it run down between your outer lips before he takes a finger and traces it around your entrance. As his fingertip makes its way just inside, a content moan rises from you, and Echo smiles. Satisfied you're ready to accept this new toy, he withdraws his finger and smears the residual wetness on his cock. He carefully nudges the head of the large end up against your entrance and eases it fully inside you. As promised, the head of the smaller end is flush with the underside of your clit – a perfect fit.

“I really want to see you come before Tech fucks you, mésh'la, but if it gets to be too much, tell me and I'll stop immediately.”

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp loudly as Echo activates the toy. “This isn't going to take me long!”

Echo keeps the level of vibration on its lowest to get you used to the feeling, the tip of each segment moving in tiny circles, alternating with a gentle upward massaging movement, perfectly mimicking someone's fingers and tongue. Involuntarily, your walls clench around the toy as it teases your sweet spot. You let out a lusty moan as the outer piece flicks gently under your clit, sending waves of fresh heat through your core.

Your eyes close as Tech's brilliant new toy works its magic, biting your lower lip as your hands come to your breasts, cupping them as you gently pull on your piercings. Echo increases the speed just a little more, a sharp cry coming from you as the pressure increases in your cleft and the buzzing in your clit becomes stronger, drawing you close to your peak. Tech smiles proudly, knowing his little invention works perfectly and is driving you wild.

Echo's hand strays between his legs once more to close around his cock, his arousal at a hair-trigger. He finds his rhythm quickly, his eyes locked on yours as he strokes himself hard, bucking his hips as he goes. Your head drops back against the couch cushion, arching your back and suppressing a small scream as Echo increases the intensity a third time. Tech takes one of your hands in his and squeezes it as your other hand remains on a breast, rolling and pinching your nipple.

Your clit becomes the epicenter of searing heat and electricity as the manipulation of your sweet spot triggers your inner walls to contract around the toy. Your legs begin to tremble, toes curling as you're nearing your climax with everyone watching you in fascination, waiting to see you come. Breath catching in your throat, you manage to utter, “So fucking close, Echo...you're going to make me come...”

“That's it, mésh'la, let it all go,” Echo groans as his cock pulses in his hand. “Come for me, Y/N...”

As your orgasm breaks, his name cascades from your lips in a heaving sob, a riptide of pleasure crashing violently through your body. The walls of your pussy constrict forcefully around the toy as you bear down. Rolling your hips madly, you cover your face with your hands as you keep riding the waves of your high. “No more, Echo, pull out...pull out...pull out!” you wail.

Echo shuts the toy off and removes it, a lewd wet sound following in its wake as a spring of your juices ejects all over his hand and cock. “By the Maker, Y/N,” he says, looking down in disbelief. Using the newfound wetness to his advantage, he strokes himself hard, moaning your name. You watch his balls tighten as he starts to come, spilling a considerable amount of his seed all over your stomach and pubic mound. Chest heaving with exertion, he sits back and gets himself tucked back into his blacks.

“It appears the toy did exactly what I designed it to do,” Tech says with a satisfied grin on his face. “You performed flawlessly, Y/N...how do you feel?”

“I'm...not sure I have the words, Tech. It's been a long time since I've come like that,” you admit sheepishly.

Wrecker passes the damp towel to Echo, who lovingly wipes you clean. His parting gift to you is a gentle kiss between your legs just above your clit, then he leans in to plant another kiss at the corner of your mouth as he lightly strokes your hair. “Thank you for everything, mésh'la...that was extraordinary,” he says, his voice laden with adoration. “I can't wait to watch you with Tech...you're in for a real treat,” he chuckles as he returns to your other side. “She's all yours, ner vod...”

Tech smiles and takes your chin in his hand, turning your head and leaning in to kiss you tenderly. You bring your hands up behind his neck, enticing him to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw, down your throat, all the way to your breasts. One of his hands reaches for a breast, closing over it as he traces his finger over your firm nipple, taking hold of your piercing. You let out a breathy moan as his eager tongue snakes out and flicks quickly over the other, holding the ring in his teeth. As Tech begins to gently pull on your piercings, your arousal renews with strong pulsing in your clit and an insistent fluttering deep in your pussy.

“You are hungry for all our attention tonight, aren't you, cyar'íka?” Tech says as he lets go of you, his silken voice low and sultry. “Get on all fours for me, and I'll share something else with you that is in desperate need of attention.”

As your rise to your knees, Tech pulls away the pillow soaked with your juices and replaces it with a larger one, wanting to maximize your comfort. You get into position for him and he reaches out, tracing his fingers down your spine, making you shiver and lift yourself up toward him as his hand reaches your ass. Taking both cheeks in his strong hands, he kneads them firmly, letting his fingers roam down a little until his thumbs are on either side of your outer lips. He gently parts your folds, looking down upon your entrance, moist with fresh wetness.

“Both Wrecker and Echo did an excellent job preparing you for me,” Tech states casually as he draws his index finger between your glistening lips. “Now we've learned that even something simple as playing with your nipples leaves you a soaking...” He slides his finger into you slowly, grinning as you let out a tiny moan. “...wet mess.”

Tech finds your sweet spot easily, teasing it in short strokes with his fingertip. Your eyes close and you let out a quiet sigh, a hand straying down between your legs to gently touch your clit, still partially swollen and sensitive from the last orgasm . Tech feels your pussy gently contract around his finger and he lets out a small groan as his cock stirs heavily. He pulls his finger out of you and slips it into his mouth, sucking it clean and marveling at the delicate balance of sweetness, salt, and acidity.

“Are you ready for me, Y/N? Will you come as violently for me as you did for Echo?”

You push your ass back toward him and he meets you halfway, letting you rub yourself along the front of his blacks, dampening them with your juices. Tech slides his pants past his knees, guiding his cock through your folds and over your clit, holding back a moan as your hand passes along the underside, your fingertips deftly caressing the tip, feeling a small amount of pre-cum emerge. He withdraws and then aligns himself with your entrance, taking your hips in his hands as he slowly pushes his way in. He's nearly as thick as Wrecker, and as he sinks himself deep into your succulent heat, Tech lets out the moan he's been trying to suppress.

“Fuck me, Tech,” you mewl, swirling your hips around him once he's fully seated within you. “You feel so fucking good...”

Tech feels pleasant heat rush to his face from your praise and he smiles, proud of himself for being able to please you like this. Now he starts to slowly rock his hips fore and aft, watching his cock effortlessly slip in and out of you, listening to your fervid cries growing steadily louder. You reach down to start rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, fingertips dancing lightly over it, making your legs twitch uncontrollably again. A shuddering groan comes from Tech as he feels your walls quiver around him, feeling like tiny kisses all along his cock.

You softly moan as Tech leans over you, propping himself up on one hand as the other comes up from underneath to cup one of your breasts. His long fingers easily manipulate your nipple and piercing, gently rolling and pulling the hardened flesh and its adornment. You feel another strong pulse in your clit and Tech groans quietly in your ear as the contraction that follows makes your walls squeeze against him tightly.

“Cyar'íka, move with me,” he whispers as he begins to sit up, pulling you with him. “Let me show you what you and I have done together in my dreams.”

As the two of you rise, Tech carefully shifts himself back onto his feet, not wanting to slip out of you. One of his arms is slung loosely around your hips with the other around your torso, his hand resting between your breasts. Resting on your knees, you straddle his lap with your hands on his thighs as he pulls you flush against him, the hand on your chest sliding up to gently close around your throat. His mouth comes to your ear and plants a tiny kiss, followed by more along your jaw. A deep moan emanates from your parted lips as Tech's other hand comes down between your legs, his graceful fingers brushing over your hot, swollen clit.

“I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck you while you sit in my lap,” Tech mumbles into your hair as he starts to buck his hips up into you once more. “Granted, I wanted to do this with you while in the cockpit of the Marauder...but this will suffice.”

You start to ride him, timing your descent perfectly with each hard upward thrust. Tech lets go of your throat and lets his hand gravitate down to your chest, cupping a breast as he begins to play with your nipple and piercing again. His fingers skillfully swirl over your clit at the same time, stoking the fires of arousal once more. Tech lets out a muffled moan against your neck as his cock is greeted with renewed wetness.

Your hands dig into his thighs as you bounce on his cock a little faster, the fingers working your clit keeping time. Luscious, tingling heat pools in that tiny singularity, begging for release. Tech turns his attention to your neck, hungrily nibbling and kissing the soft flesh, sending shivers down your spine. You gyrate your hips when he's nestled fully in you and he moans unabashedly as his cock begins to swell.

“That's the way, cyar'íka...such a good girl, letting us fuck you,” Tech says, his voice pouring into your ear like liquid silk.

He lets go of your breast and trails his fingertips up your chest before wrapping his hand lightly around your throat once more, holding your head steady as his hips snap up into you briskly. As you match his pace, you feel him getting tighter as he stretches your insides to their limit. He rubs your clit in tight circles, your moaning constant as he starts to shorten his thrusts, the head of his cock perfectly massaging your sweet spot. Tech squeezes the sides of your neck slowly and you shut your eyes as your breath hitches in your throat, every nerve ending in your clit ready for the ultimate liberation.

“So close, Tech...make me come,” you gasp.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Tech replies flippantly.

He buries himself all the way in you and holds still, his fingers flicking over your clit as you near your peak. His thighs tremble against you as he feels your pussy clutching his cock like a vise, requiring every ounce of his restraint to not release before you do. Tech takes your clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh of your hood over it as he strokes firmly, drawing out a few last gasps from you.

As he loosens his grip on your throat, an intense cry bursts from you as the floodgates open and he tips you over the edge, your nails digging into his thighs as the nectar of euphoria flows through you. Writhing your hips madly, Tech wraps his arm around your waist to hold you steady, unable to hold himself back any longer. He swiftly withdraws, then cants his hips up into you, relishing at the obscene wet sounds his cock is making as he drives himself in deeply. Mouth at your ear, Tech's low moaning sends shivers down your spine, knowing he's just about to come.

“May I...” he grunts, and you feel his cock swell and stiffen.

You bring a hand up around the back of his neck and turn your head towards his, pulling him down for an ardent kiss. “Do it,” you command. “Be my good boy and fill my pussy...”

Tech hides his face in your hair as he thrusts hard for a final time, letting his breath out forcefully as his orgasm overtakes him, moaning your name repeatedly. His cock flexes heavily in your cleft, and you whimper as you feel the sudden heat of his seed coating your walls. At long last, Tech releases you. Falling forward onto your hands, he backs out of you, juices steadily dripping between your legs onto the pillow underneath.

“Y/N, are you all right?” Echo asks, reaching out to take you by the shoulder and help you upright.

“Better than fine,” you reply breathlessly as you shift around to face the others. “Here's a little something extra for you, boys. Consider it an encore...”

You part your legs enough so they can clearly see between them, your outer lips swollen and spread wide. Biting your lip as you bear down, everyone watches transfixed as Tech's thick, creamy load slips out of you. You look over at Tech, now sitting back on the couch as he recovers from his high. Unsteadily, you get to your feet and go to him, taking his chin in your hand as you look into his beautiful golden brown eyes. He reaches up to touch your cheek with his finger, a relieved smile on his face.

“That was...extraordinary, cyar'íka. Thank you for letting me –”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss. “No need to thank me, Tech. If anything, I should be thanking you.” You pause for a moment, a grin creeping across your face. “However, I think you and I need to have a chat about an escapade in the Marauder's cockpit sometime...”

Wrecker snorts and bursts out laughing, causing Tech to immediately start blushing. Everyone else joins in as you sigh and shake your head, reaching for the towel to wipe yourself down. You look around for the wine bottle, stopping as your eyes meet Hunter's. He's sitting calmly in his seat, watching your eyes as they travel down toward his groin. As if he's read your mind, he spreads his legs apart for you a little, resting his hand on the mouthwatering bulge under his blacks.

“There's no need, ad'íka. It's my turn,” he says, pulling the waist of his blacks down just a little so the head of his cock is visible. “I'm serious about wanting to have those exquisite tits of yours squeezed around my cock. But first, be a love and let me have your mouth for awhile. Seems to me your pussy needs a break,” he chuckles.

Hunter swings his legs up onto the generous couch on which he's sitting, stretching out as he lies down, sliding a thumb under the waistband of his blacks. Looking over at you, he smiles and starts stroking himself through the material, closing his eyes as he starts thinking about sliding his cock into your mouth, watching your tongue swirl around the tip. You make your way over to him, wedging yourself between his muscular thighs. Curling your hands into his pants, you start sliding them down his hips, your lips curled into a seductive grin.

“Show me what you've got for me, Hunter,” you say as you get his blacks down to his thighs, holding back a moan as his lengthy cock is unveiled, thick with a gentle upward curve. Once you get his blacks off, you lay your palms on his thighs, running them up toward his groin as you lean forward to gently kiss his tip. “Just as beautiful as your brothers,” you murmur.

Starting at the base, your tongue draws its way up his shaft, tenderly swirling along the underside of the head. Hunter moans softly and rests a hand on the back of your head as he spreads his legs wider for you, resting one foot on the floor. Taking his cock in one hand, you bring him to your lips, kissing the tip once more before you guide him into your mouth, sucking lightly on the head. You ease him farther into your mouth as your free hand cups his balls, palming the firm, swollen orbs carefully.

You pull him out of your mouth with a slight pop, licking your lips. “Mm, look how full you are, honey. I bet you want to blow a huge load all over my tits, don't you?” Now you squeeze his balls just a little, a deep groan rolling out of him. “Gotta say, Hunter, I figured you would have wanted my pussy, but your creativity is fucking hot...”

Sliding him back into your mouth, your tongue flattens out along the underside, letting you inch him in slowly. Your eyes meet his, pupils fully dilated and shining brightly with fascination and arousal as he watches his cock disappear around your lips. Taking in as much of him as you can, one hand closes around him again to start stroking, twisting its way along as you hollow out your cheeks, sucking on him hard.

Hunter groans and lifts his hips up into you as you pull away, a long strand of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip. You close your index finger and thumb firmly around his cock, swirling up and over him, taking time to massage the head as your tongue lavishes attention upon his length, flicking over the small slit as a bead of pre-cum oozes its way out. Back into the hot confines of your mouth he goes, this time picking up the pace to stroke him a little faster while you give most of your attention to the heated, swollen flesh.

“Fuck,” he moans softly. “I thought you'd never do this for me, Y/N...”

One of his hands comes to rest on the back of your head once more, and now he begins to gently buck his hips as you let him fuck your mouth, pushing in deeper as you close your hand fully around him. Your other hand returns to give his balls attention, rolling and squeezing them while your index finger strokes the fine, soft flesh of his perineum, evoking a gasp and a choked breath from Hunter.

You can feel his leg starting to tremble against you a little as you draw him closer to his climax, and you chuckle with him in your mouth. The vibrations travel along his shaft, causing him to flex in your hand, and when the head tightens and swells, you exhale sharply through your nose, pulling him out. You're slavering all over his cock, curling the tip of your tongue as you withdraw, showing Hunter just exactly how much you love giving sloppy blowjobs.

You shift yourself back a little, placing a hand on Hunter's thigh as your head dips down, your tongue lovingly passing over his balls. Your other hand comes to rest on his other thigh, and reflexively, Hunter encircles his fingers around yours, while his other hand reaches to take a hold of your hair. Slowly your lips close around one of his balls, sucking a little to pull it into your mouth. Hunter closes his eyes and grits his teeth as he tries to restrain a deep-seated moan of pleasure.

He's so full that you almost can't fit it in your mouth, but as you engulf him completely, you suck on him tenderly, filled with anticipation over how much he's going to come for you. Hunter lets go of your hand and takes his cock, still wet with your saliva. He starts stroking himself, watching you intently as you let him go with a wet smack of your lips. As you take his other testicle in, he comes undone, moaning deeply as you sensually tease him. You can feel him beginning to tighten up in your mouth, and you release him, sitting back on your feet, flashing a sassy grin as you wipe your lips with a finger.

Hunter pulls himself up and you hear a low growl building as he suddenly reaches for your shoulder, pushing you down onto your back. Quickly, he climbs on top of you, his cock pulsating as he gets himself into position. Your heart races with excitement over his powerful show of dominance, but also with curiosity over how it will feel to have him gliding between your breasts. Hunter takes a breast in each hand, massaging them softly as he takes in this new vantage point.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are, Y/N? You're like something out of a wet dream,” he confesses as his thumbs trace over your nipples, mesmerized by the gleaming steel of your piercings. He looks up and over at Tech, holding out his hand. “Gonna need that lube, vod. Throw it over here.”

Tech pitches the small bottle of lube across to Hunter, who catches it easily. He flicks open the cap and drizzles the lube generously onto your sternum. You let him rub the lube between and all over your breasts, groaning happily as he massages your heated flesh. As he finishes, he takes his cock by the base, rapping it firmly on your chest, a wicked grin on his face. You start pushing your breasts together until they're just touching him, a little unsure of how close you should be.

“Always wondered what this would feel like,” he murmurs as he starts to rock his hips slowly, pushing his cock between the cleft, letting out a soft sigh as he easily glides through.

Hunter looks down at you, seeing the enthrallment on your face as he pushes his cock closer to your mouth. Briefly, he pulls himself out and holds himself within reach of your mouth, easing just the tip in a little as you suck on him gently. Back between your breasts he goes, and you push them much closer together this time to create more friction. He teases you, the head of his cock coming close to your chin and mouth, and you let your tongue hang out a little, trying to lick him.

“Tech's right, ad'íka...you're starving tonight...you want me to feed you?” he questions, voice smoky with passion.

“Give me everything you've got, Hunter,” you reply.

Hunter smiles and licks his lips as he continues driving his cock between your breasts, this time adjusting himself so he can push his way into your mouth easily. You take him in and he watches as your gaze meets his, an incredibly arousing sight to see you suck his cock so easily. His heart goes into overdrive as he feels you press yourself tightly around him, and he wonders if your pussy feels anywhere near as good as this.

Faster he begins to thrust, and low moaning progressively becomes heavy as Hunter feels himself rapidly approaching his edge. Your eyes are locked on his and again, you open your mouth to show him your eager tongue. Seeing you so willing and trusting turns him on even more, and he holds his breath when his balls begin to tighten, knowing his orgasm is imminent. You can see his thighs beginning to shake slightly as he comes close and you push your breasts against him as far as they'll go.

“M-mésh'la, hold still, I'm gonna come,” he gasps, surging forward a few more times before you feel his cock flex, watching as he starts to unload.

Hunter moans loudly as thick streams of his hot seed launch all over your chest, neck, and chin before he pulls his cock from between your breasts and strokes it a few more times, sending the rest into your mouth. You swallow every last bit, your tongue slightly tingling as you taste the salty, slightly bitter profile of his spend, momentarily grateful he chose not to come solely in your mouth. He carefully climbs off you and reaches for his pants, tugging them back on before he leans down and kisses you affectionately.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly, moving your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. “That was incredible...I would love to do that with you again sometime.”

You take his face between your hands, bringing your lips to his for a few velvety kisses. “Any time, Hunter...never done anything like that before, but it's getting added to the “must do” list,” you laugh.

Hunter gives you one last kiss before excusing himself to the kitchen to get another clean towel. You're sitting propped up on your elbows when he returns, and you close your eyes, letting your head loll back as he cleans you up. The warm dampness of the towel and Hunter's tender ministrations leave you feeling relaxed and perfectly sated. You inhale deeply, collecting your thoughts before you finally finish this game and set Crosshair in his place.

Without opening your eyes, your voice takes on a startling edge. “Crosshair, be my good boy...come over here and kneel before me. Now.”

The chatter among the others stops and Hunter retakes his seat on the couch, his attention fixed on Crosshair, who's looking across the room at you. As you bring your head back up, your eyes slowly open and you turn to look at him, his normally bitter expression erased and replaced by one of uncertainty, his cheeks red with uncharacteristic embarrassment. He's rattled by the glacial look you're giving him, and he swallows hard, looking at his brothers one by one, especially Tech.

“I strongly suggest you comply, Crosshair. It would be unwise to arouse cyar'íka's anger once more,” Tech says with a vein of mirth in his voice, a sly grin on his face.

As you sit up, you move to the edge of the couch, spreading your legs so Crosshair can get a good look at what he's been coveting all night long. The roseate bloom of your pussy lay before him, his longing for you coming to its summit as he sees your glistening folds, his cock throbbing insistently. Resting a hand daintily upon your knee, you reach out and beckon to him, smiling sweetly. But Crosshair is no fool; he sees through your façade, knowing you're up to something.

He gets up out of his chair haltingly and does as he's told, stopping before you and sinking to the floor on his knees. You can see his breathing becoming shallower, his dark eyes shining brightly with deep yearning. You bring a hand under his chin and lift his head up as you lean in, your other hand running through his silver hair. Your lips brush softly over his, and he doesn't bother trying to hold back a small moan. Now your mouth seeks his, tongues sparring as you converge for a fiery kiss.

“That's my boy...” you whisper heatedly. “You're going to learn a little humility and accept the consequences of your earlier transgression...starting by licking my pussy until every trace of Tech is gone.”

A brief look of disgust flashes across his face at your choice of words, but the desire to please you and be praised for it is overwhelming. As you look down at him, your expression softens as his hands make their way up your legs slowly. Crosshair never takes his eyes off yours, his long fingers caressing your silky skin as they rise over your knees and over your inner thighs. The corner of his mouth turns upward into a tiny crooked grin, knowing you're enjoying this.

Crosshair gives pause as he reaches your pubic mound, suddenly not wanting to proceed lest you think of something else to deflate his ego. His eyes search yours pleadingly, looking for the sign that he should continue. He wants nothing more than to touch you, let his tongue work its magic on the tantalizing swell of your pearl, and draw you to another orgasm. Hesitantly, his fingertips stroke the soft flesh of your outer lips, and when you don't stop him, his thumb rests on your piercing before he retracts the hood of your clit.

You let out a pleasurable sigh as you watch him close his eyes and lean in, his mouth closing over your clit. He wastes no time in showing you how skilled he is, sucking firmly while his tongue teases and massages the hypersensitive underside. His index finger makes its way to your slick entrance and slides in with no resistance. It's quickly followed by the middle, and you let out a gasp as he carefully threads in his ring finger, your pussy feeling like it's about to split in two.

Crosshair opens his eyes and looks up at you for signs of discomfort, but sees none. He starts moving his fingers in and out, the wet sounds coming from you are almost profane. He knows exactly where to touch you, curling his fingertips upward to manipulate your sweet spot as he pulls his mouth away, letting his tongue flick expertly across your clit. The divine heat and pulsation start you anew on the path to your climax, and he feels your walls starting to close around him.

“I think someone's hungrier than I am tonight, boys!” you exclaim, exhaling sharply as your needling leads Crosshair to pull out his fingers, coated with both your juices and the remnants of Tech's. “You're desperate, Crosshair. Lick them clean,” you order.

Jeering laughter erupts from Wrecker, clearly enjoying watching his brother being put in his place. “She's got you there, eh, Cross?! About time someone taught you a lesson!”

Crosshair's eyes narrow as heat spreads like wildfire through his face, blushing furiously. He sticks his index finger in his mouth, sucking it clean, the commingling of salt and bitter acidity not as vile as he expected. He licks his middle and ring fingers, watching your face for the sign of approval he aches for. You smile and point down at your pussy, slick with fresh arousal. Choking on a groan, his hands fly to your thighs and grip hard as he buries his head between your legs once more.

He licks a wide path with the flat of his tongue through your slit, gathering up everything he can. You rest your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to do it again. Moaning softly against your folds, he makes another pass before his lips close around your clit and piercing once more. This time he suckles gently, feeling his cock twitch hard underneath his blacks as you utter his name. He brings a hand down between his legs and feels how damp the material is, badly wanting to sink his cock into you in any way possible.

Crosshair gives your clit a loving kiss and looks to you once more. “Was...that all right?” he asks. You don't answer right away, instead moving in to taste yourself on him, licking at the corner of his mouth before lightly kissing his forehead. “C-cyaré, please...are you satisfied?” he implores.

His words from earlier in the night come back to haunt him as you chuckle softly. “Not just yet...but give it some time. On your feet, Crosshair...show me that cock of yours and let me make fantasy a reality.”

He rests his hands on your knees as he slowly rises, his lithe, muscular body seeming taller than ever as he looks down at you. Your eyes lock on his as your hands slide their way up his thighs, and you feel him tremble slightly in anticipation. You palm his cock through the fabric, feeling how hot and impatient he is as you lean forward, strategically planting ethereal kisses as your hands take the waistband of his blacks and ease them down. The graceful curve of his impressively thick length is unveiled, the head glossy with pre-cum.

Crosshair licks his lips as he watches you take him by the base, your tongue emerging to lightly trace its way over his frenulum before it swirls over the tip, drawing in his wetness. His breath catches in his throat as you take him in your mouth, his level of touch starvation evident as you feel him beginning to swell a little from the most basic attention you're giving him. You suck on him gently for a few moments before withdrawing, and he brings a hand to your face, cupping it tenderly. Closing your eyes, your hand comes up over his, letting out a sigh of contentment.

“Cyaré, tell me how to please you,” he begs, inwardly cursing himself for feeling so needy and vulnerable.

You let go of his hand and slip it between his legs, taking him by the balls and squeezing firmly. Crosshair groans and bites his lip, moving his hand to the back of your head as your other hand grasps his cock. “Begging is beneath you, Crosshair,” you coolly reply. “Here's the deal. You're going to blow your load on my face, and then you're going to lick it up.”

Hunter raises an eyebrow in surprise as he looks over at you, and you hear Echo mutter, “oh, Maker,” as Tech covers his face with his hand, desperately trying not to laugh. You look over at Wrecker and he's sitting there silent, mouth agape and eyes wide. Crosshair feels the heat of embarrassment crawling its way up his neck and into his ears and face. He didn't expect this from you, and now he finally regrets his egregious behavior.

“Just one more thing, love...don't swallow!”

With that, you release the grip on his balls, rolling them in your palm as the hand on his cock moves it way up his length, closing over the tip to gently massage it. Crosshair moans softly and his fingers wind around your hair as your lips close around him, slowly easing him in. Your hand slides up his shaft, joining your mouth as you move your head to and fro, sucking tenaciously. He can't tear his eyes away from you as more of his cock disappears, chills running down his spine as you moan deeply around him. Cautiously, he starts to thrust into your mouth, curious to see how much of him you can take.

You accommodate him easily at first, your hand controlling the depth of his progress, but he soon starts to push in more aggressively. Tears prick the corner of your eyes unbidden as he moves in too deeply, triggering your gag reflex. You pull back, salivating wildly all over the head of his cock and for a split second, you catch just a hint of smug satisfaction on his face. Squeezing his balls roughly in retaliation, he lets out a hiss as your hand picks up the extra wetness and grips around him tightly, stroking him hard. Crosshair's thighs tense up, his arousal mounting exponentially as he starts bucking his hips toward you, wishing it was your pussy he was fucking instead of your hand.

“That's the way, baby,” you croon gently. “Such a good, obedient boy, wanting to come hard all over his cyaré's face...”

Crosshair moans heatedly at your words, especially the Mando'a term of endearment. He pumps his cock through your skilled hand, groaning deeply as his tip pushes through the tight ring of your fingers. Visions of having you all to himself and feeling how tight your pussy is for him race through his mind, and it's not long before his other hand joins yours, grasping his cock as his thrusting intensifies. You slowly ease your hand off him until he's fully in control, stroking himself vigorously as he chases his climax.

Now with both hands free, you turn your attention to his balls, which are already starting to tighten. You take one in each hand, rolling your thumbs over them, massaging lightly as Crosshair's breathing becomes rapid and shallow. As you squeeze his balls again, this time with care, his free hand gravitates to the top of your head to hold you steady. A low groan builds deeply in his chest as he feels himself drawing close to his orgasm, cock swelling firmly in his hand. He closes his eyes and brings his hand up to start quickly stroking the first few inches, moaning your name ardently.

“So close, ner cyaré... Let me come... Please let me come,” he gasps, legs trembling as he forces himself to hold on until you grant him permission.

You shift back a little to give him space and close your eyes. “I release you, Crosshair!”

He deftly strokes his cock a few more times and feels the coil in his pelvic floor unwind, a deep moan pouring out of him as he begins to come. Hot streams of his seed eject all over your forehead, nose, lips and chin, covering your face like a spectral mask. Breathing hard, Crosshair pulls away from you, hastily pulling his blacks up and tucking himself back in. Not forgetting the other half of your directive, he gathers his courage and sets aside feelings of revulsion, leaning forward and taking you by the shoulders.

He's never tasted himself before now, but curiosity and the driving need to satisfy you get the better of him. His hot tongue starts at your lips, licking them clean with a single pass. Hunter chuckles quietly as he watches Crosshair grimace, the salty bitterness an unpleasant surprise. He returns to your chin, then quickly passes over your nose and forehead, lapping up the remnants of his spend. You open your eyes and see he's pulled away from you, a look of serious aversion on his face as he's fighting the urge to spit out his load.

“Have you learned your lesson, Crosshair?” you say with great merriment. “Judging by that sour face, I'd say you have. Am I correct?” He nods, and you get to your feet, wrapping one arm around his slim waist, the other around his shoulders. He looks down at you and you can see his eyes silently beseeching you to hurry. “Feed me, love...I want to know how you taste.”

You open your mouth, tongue resting on your bottom lip as Crosshair lowers his head, opening his mouth when he's within reach. A quiet moan emanates from you as his tongue touches yours, the creamy pool of his seed passing from him to you. Curling your tongue back into your mouth, you swallow all of it as Crosshair closes his eyes and sighs softly. Your hand trails its way up the back of his neck until you're cradling his head, and you moan faintly into his mouth as his lips connect with yours for an amatory kiss.

“Now...I'm satisfied. See, I knew you would bend to my will. All it took was the proper motivation. Well behaved boys will always be rewarded...miscreants will not. It's that simple.” Your fingertip traces its way along the lines of his tattoo, his eyes meeting yours. “Such a good boy you are, Crosshair. My good boy.”

Crosshair's hand passes down your spine until he reaches your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks firmly as he seeks out your mouth for a passionate kiss. You hold onto him tighter as his tongue and yours meet, his hunger for you not yet slaked as he takes your tongue between his teeth and gently nips at it. You groan softly as you start growing wet again, and you can feel Crosshair's cock stir once more. A soft cough behind you interrupts the moment, and you turn to see Hunter looking at you with a gentle smile of approval.

“Oh...right. Game's over, lads. Everybody wins,” you laugh.

“What, no second round, mésh'la?” Wrecker jokes as he stands up and stretches. “I think I'm ready for another go!”

“No way, big man. Not until I've had another shower and a little sleep...you've all worn me out. So if you'll excuse me, I'll –”

You let out a yelp as Crosshair reaches under your legs and picks you up. “Then let's get you cleaned up and in bed, cyaré...as far as we're concerned, the night is still young,” he says devilishly, turning to walk out of the living room with you.

“Crosshair, wait.” He stops as he gets into the main hallway, and you look over his shoulder. “I don't want to sleep alone tonight, boys. Come on.”

*****

As you exit your bathroom still combing out your hair, you see Crosshair and Tech already under the covers of your gargantuan bed, waiting for you to occupy the space between them. The other three are all sitting at the foot of it half undressed, their shirts slung over the back of a nearby chair. You stop and flash all of them a flirtatious grin, and all of them return it with carnal smiles of their own.

“You said there wasn't room for all of us in here, Y/N,” Echo remarks with amusement.

“I was being facetious, Echo. This bed can support half the Hutt family, and then some!”

“Then we are in no danger of having it collapse,” Tech interjects. “Come to bed, cyar'íka...we all very much would like to continue the bonding process with you.”

He holds up the covers for you, and you see that both he and Crosshair are fully naked and partially aroused. You slip between them, Crosshair pressing himself against your side as he nuzzles your neck contentedly. Tech slings his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek softly. Echo and Wrecker reach for Hunter as they all lie down, settling in the spaces between you and the twins.

Crosshair closes his eyes, laughing quietly. “You owe me 10 credits, Tech. I told you we'd all fit.”

#star wars #the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch poly #the bad batch tech #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch crosshair #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #the bad batch smut

[mandos-mind-trick]

The Initiation

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

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

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

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

MASTERLIST

Echo notices not long after he joins them. 

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

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

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

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

It was hard to miss. 

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

You hadn’t seemed to care at all. 

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

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

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

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

Maybe he should have. 

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An easier place to get caught. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrecker stares in disbelief, making a disappointed noise. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kriff, he’s in deep now. 

He’s not as upset about it as he should be. 

Taglist:

@kaminocasey, @rosechi, @mxkyrie, @bobaprint, @star-trekker-0013, @padawancat97 @bamfahsoka, @rain-on-kamino

#star wars #star wars fic #the bad batch #the bad batch fic #poly bad batch #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #the dark side fic

[madameminor]

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10

“That didn’t count!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm.”

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

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

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

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

Crosshair's eyes dart to yours, irritated.

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

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

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

“You comin’?” 

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

“I’m showering first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

Dammit. Moment over.

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

You sift through your stores methodically. Hm.

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

Good on grav press bandage cuffs…

Good on Medical bandage patch…

Need plenty more Bacta patches - need more glue stat…

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello, princess."

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

"You owe me.”

Wait, what?

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

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

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

“I have a long memory.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Satisfied?”

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

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, aH, Cross, Crosshair!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You feel the energy change between you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, cyar’ika. My cyar'ika."

!...

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

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

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

Its not time yet.

And you can wait.

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

He's beautiful.

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

For now.

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

.....

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

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

"Yes Tech darling?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait just a damn minute.

He wanted to play 'you did this wrong'?

Alright. You'll play.

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

Silence.

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

Good.

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

"Where.

The FUCK.

Is my laser suture?!?!"

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[witch-off]

“How to heal a broken bone.”

SPOILERS FOR THE BAD BATCH S2

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: Tech x (F)Reader

Synopsis: Tech is very frustraded after breaking his femur, to say the least. He can’t go on missions. He can't fix his ship. He can't even walk straight with crutches. Luckily you are there to help him.

Warnings: Established relationship, poly relationship with the rest of the Batch, a little bit of angst, smut, fingering (female receiving) and oral sex(male receiving).

You hear Tech sigh for the 10th time. Or maybe it was the 15th time. You were already losing count.

Your eyes move from your current task to Tech sitting in the pilot's chair. He seemed bored while staring at his datapad, which was something unusual. "Bored" was one of the last words you would use to describe him. He always seemed to be involved in some research or working on something with his hands. But now he was navigating through files in a distracted way in search of some interesting information.

The culprit of this situation was the cast that went from his foot to half of his left thigh. Luckily, the fracture in the femur wasn’t serious, it would take 3 months for him to recover, but with the help of AZI and a lot of bacta Tech would be back much sooner. Unfortunately, this also meant that he couldn’t go on missions for quite a while.

The others had left early to explore for supplies, but you had chosen to stay and make some improvements to the ship. But it was an obvious excuse to stay with Tech and take care of him. You hated the idea of leaving him alone, especially in these conditions.

Tech lets another frustrated sigh escape and you can't help but copy him.

"Do you need anything, darling?" You ask from your place on the floor where you been fixing some wires on the wall.

"I don't think you can fix my leg. So no, thank you." He answers without even looking away from the datapad.

"Watch your tone, Mister. I know you're upset, but it's no reason to talk to me like that." You use a warning tone and Tech quickly turns to you with a guilty expression.

"My apologies, dear." He says in a softer voice this time. That’s more like it."I didn't mean to sound so rude. It's just that I'm so..."

"Bored?" You suggest.

"Frustrated. But ‘bored’ also works."

You shake your head slightly, getting up to go to him. Tech's mind it’s never quiet, it wasn't a surprise that he was so antsy. His good leg kept bouncing up and down nonstop while he was reading. You were afraid that at any moment he was going to snap and rip out his own cast.

You put one hand on your waist, using your other forearm to prop yourself against his chair to get a good look at what he was reading. From this angle you can finally see that It was a medical article about the speed of regeneration of a broken femur. You couldn't blame him for his impatience.

Luckily, the Batch managed to find a pair of crutches for Tech, but he could barely get around with it. So most of the time Wrecker helped him move around the ship. Tech also needed help when it came to showering and getting dressed, and as happy as you were to help him, having your independence taken away is something horrible.

"I should be out there helping or at least doing something useful. But I'm here, being a dead weight for the team." He complains, letting his body sink against the chair.

You frown, tugging slightly at his ear. Tech does a little “ouch” sound and rubs the bruised skin with his hand. "You know that's not true. Everyone's glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay. We just want you to rest now."

The proof of your words was right there. His leg was on a small stool, resting on a pillow that was given by Omega as a way to make him more comfortable. The whole Batch wanted to sign his cast - Even Cid wanted to be a part of it. Omega's name had little stars doodles. Wrecker's was the one that occupied the largest space with an imitation of an explosion around it. Hunter's was accompanied by a small drawing of a skull while Echo's was only his name written in blue. And of course, yours was accompanied by hearts.

He sighs, nodding with his head. "You're right. It's just that this reminds me of Kamino. Clones that didn't heal fast enough were sent to maintenance work or just... decommissioned.”

You can feel the weight in his words. You can't even imagine what it's like to be discarded so easily. Clones were considered replaceable, so it was likely that several of them were thrown away just because the Kaminoans didn’t have the patience or empathy at all.

"Well, this isn't Kamino. You have all the time you need to recover, we'll still be here when you’re done." You pass your fingers through Tech's hair, feeling him relax with your touch.

"Thank you." He gives you a small smile, closing his eyes for a moment and breathing deeply as your hands continue to caress him.

"At least I'm here to keep you company." You say. "I can take a break for now. We can play Sabacc, what do you think?"

He seems to consider your proposal, but he gives up quickly. “I've played 5 times with Wrecker. And 4 of Denjarik with Omega. I still don't know how she always manages to win." The last part was definitely a blow to his ego. "Besides, I want to do something with my hands. Something constructive."

"Well, I can’t carry you around like Wrecker. But maybe I can bring you something to work on?"

"No, stay here. Please." Tech tilts his head back, staring at you with his big brown eyes behind his lenses. His hand pulls the hem off your blouse gently, making a silent request.

You could never say no to him.

You lean towards him until your lips met. The angle is a bit awkward, but the kiss is deep and sweet. He lets a deep sound slip from the back of his throat, something needy for more. You need to hear it again.

One of your hands holds the back of the seat to keep you balanced, while the other goes to his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. This time it’s you who let out a low moan as his tongue invades your mouth, exploring it eagerly.

A shiver runs through your body as Tech partially lifts your blouse, the cold air of the ship hitting the skin of your belly. But soon his warm hands are on you, grabbing everything they can reach. His calloused fingers sending shockwaves through your nerves.

You feel them creeping up your ribs, coming too close to your chest and you know where this is going. You hold his wrists, moving his hands away from you. You already miss them. "Hold on, baby." You sigh. "You're still hurt."

"But it's been so long since we've done anything." He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, raising his forefinger in the same way when he’s about to explain something. "Exactly 3 weeks, 4 days and 16 hours."

You roll your eyes without being able to contain a smile. But it was true, it's been a long time. Between missions and taking care of Omega there was not much time left and no privacy to do something more intimate.

You stare at the cockpit door, mulling over what to do next. You probably had a few more hours alone, and the Batch used to let you know when they were on their way back.

"All right, but we need to be quick. What do you want to do, pretty boy?"

His face lights up, as it always does when he gets something he wants. "On the control panel, I want to touch you."

You chuckle, starting to take off your clothes with the confidence of someone who has undressed more than once in the cockpit. "So when you said you wanted to do something with your hands you were talking about me?”

You lean against the control panel, just in your underwear, feeling the icy metal bite your backside. You put one leg on his lap so he had better view, being mindful of his cast. He can’t turn fully in your direction because his extended leg, but it is good enough. "I'd rather do you than anything in the galaxy."

You hate how flushed you get just from that. You're still not used to this kind of sweet talk and how it makes your insides turn. "Really smooth." You mock him, pushing him slightly on the shoulder."Come on, I'm freezing here."

Tech fix his goggles once more, giving you a mischievous smile before starting. His palm moves slowly along your calf to your thigh , blooming chills along it’s path. He stops when his fingers bump against your panties, toying with the hem.

"I missed that." Tech whispers, leaning over to kiss the inside of your leg. "I missed you."

"You see me every day." You try to joke, but your voice gets breathless when his fingers start approaching your core.

"You know what I meant."

"I don't know if I quite follow. Can you show me?" You bite your lip, giving him a playfully look.

You can see the desire burning in his eyes. The way his pupils are dilated behind his lenses. How heavy his breathing gets. Tech doesn't bother to pull your panties to the side, his thumb stimulating your clit over the fabric while his other fingers cupped your vulva.

You moan softly, your hips moving in sync with his hand, searching more for that feeling. But it's just enough to keep you on edge. It's not what you need to scratch that itch.

"Tech, come on." You pull the last part with a whimper, to close to begging already."Give me more." It’s really been a while, you didn’t notice how needy you were until now.

"I enjoy taking my time, dear. You know this better than anyone." He says while applying a little more pressure to your throbbing clit.

You let out a breathless laugh that quickly becomes a moan. "I think what you enjoy is to torture me."

Tech doesn’t deny it, only giving you a small smirk. But he finally gives in to your pleas, his fingers entering your panties and stroking your folds.

"You're soaking wet." He says the obvious with a smug look.

The answer on the tip of your tongue disappears when he penetrates you with one finger. You let out a silent scream, holding his arm to ground yourself. Tech begins to move it slowly, letting you get used to the stretch. But it’s not enough and soon you’re begging again.

The second digit comes shortly after, throwing you in the borderline between pleasure and pain. Tech watches you closely in the same way he does his experiments. You can't help how even your ears get warm under his insistent gaze.

You feel your leg start shaking, trying it’s best to keep you standing while holding your weight on it’s own. Your free hand grab the edge of the control panel, stopping you from falling.

Tech rotates his hand, causing his thumb to brush against your clit every time this fingers thrusted deeper, hitting your spongy spot. The wet sound of skin against skin fills the cockpit, being only overcome by your loud moans.

“Take off your bra. I want to see you.” You think you would do anything he asked as long he didn’t stop.

With one shaky hand you pull up your bra, your tits jumping out of its confinement. Tech watch hungrily as your breasts bounce with each movement. He lick his lips before giving the next order. “Now touch yourself.”

You do as you’re told, pinching your already hard nipple. You decide to give Tech a good show, since you knew he liked to give extra attention to them during sex. You pant softly, sweat running down you temples as you pull and pinch your nipples before soothing the tender skin.

You stare at Tech's parted lips in a greedy way. You wanted to ravish them, to kiss him until you two were out of breath. But the angle didn't allow that at the moment. You're content with his fingers moving inside you for now. More than content actually.

"Are you close, dear?" You can hear his voice through the hum of your ears, nodding your head weakly. "Good. Just relax and come for me."

That definitely wouldn't be a problem for you. You chant his name while your orgasm is ripped from you, making your legs tremble with the intensity. Tech continues with the deep thrusts, prolonging your high until you’re too sensitive. Your head falls back as your chest rose with every breath.

You put your other feet on the ground for balance, both still fragile with the aftershocks. Your heart melts a little inside your chest when you realize the way Tech looks at you. Like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

"You're beautiful." He mumbles.

You cover your face with a grunt. "You can't say that kind of thing while you have two fingers inside me."

"Oh, my apologies." He finally seems to realize that he's still deep inside you, pulling his fingers out slowly. You hiss softly, felling empty all of a sudden."I must say, it definitely helped me get less anxious." Tech says while analyzing your juices in between his digits.

You shake your head at him. Tech was sometimes unbelievable.

Your back complains about being in so many strange positions for so long, but you don't hesitate to duck your head to capture his lips again. Tech looks surprised, but returns the kiss quickly, pulling you to him.

You squeeze him over his pants, making him moan against your mouth. You could feel the hard line of his cock against your palm, applying a little more pressure to hear his desperate groans. Unconsciously, Tech tries to move his hips against your hand, causing a painful grunt from him.

Your eyes widen and you stop immediately. "Are you okay?" You'd hate to have to explain to Hunter that Tech got more hurt during sex. That you shouldn’t be having… because his femur is broken. Kriff.

"I'm alright, don't worry. I just moved my thigh in the wrong way." He tries to pull you for another kiss, but you push him gently against the chair.

“Relax, pretty boy. I will be taking it from here.”

You push away his good leg just enough to get in between them. The ground is cold against your knees, but you're more focused on what comes next. Tech watched you closely as you unzip his pants, pulling his cock out. He was throbbing in your hand, a drop of precum dripping down his head.

You always though Tech had a nice dick. It wasn’t very thick like Hunter or Wrecker, but it was quite long. He always managed to reach that sweet spot inside you that drive you crazy. You almost want to try to ride him, but you couldn’t risk hurting Tech or broking his cast. So that was a idea for another time.

Your fingers close around the base of his cock, letting your breath ghost along his shaft. Tech whines with the tease, pushing his hips in your direction.

You place a hand on his waist to keep him in place. “Stay still for me, love. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He just nods in agreement, desperate for you to continue.

Oh, but you don’t have the heart to tease him for too long. He has been so good to you. You want to give him whatever he asks for.

You stroke him a few times, his cock craving for the attention. You lap at him, taking your time as your tongue explore him slowly. You stare at him, drinking from every sweet expression of pleasure on his face.

Your lips wrap the head of his cock, felling his taste invading your mouth. You start bobbing your head up and down, going deeper each time.

Tech places a hand on your nape, not forcing you down, only resting in there.

You love how vocal he his during sex, but in moments like this, when your mouth is around him, Tech can hardly form a word to save his live. Just letting out broken praises and little pleas. It’s like song to your ears.

This time, it's his moans that reverberate through the walls. You want to smile satisfied with yourself when you hear his little whines every time you suck a bit harder, but that would mean having to take your mouth off Tech, and you wouldn't allow that.

When he hits the back of your throat Tech starts speaking gibberish.“If you keep it up like this I’m going t- Oh maker.” You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks. His face scrunching in pleasure.“Please, it’s been a while, I c-can’t.”

"I don't want you to hold back, love." You stop for a moment to catch your breath, but keep stroking him with your hand. You fold his balls with the other and it’s cute how hard he’s trying not to move his hips. Without any warning, you go down on him again, leaving Tech in a speechless mess.

Tech gives a weak moan before coming, filling your mouth with hot strings of cum. You close your eyes, savoring his musky taste. You keep milking him until he's totally spent, humming around him before removing his soft cock from your mouth.

You make sure he’s watching while you swallow and lick your lips. You rest your head against his thigh, smiling sweetly at him.

"Feeling more relaxed now?"

He strokes your head, letting out a deep breath. "Oh, Yes. Definitely. Thank you, dear.”

“You know I’m always happy to help.” You rise from the floor, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Do you think you'll be okay while I go take a shower?"

He nods, eyes half closed. “Yes, I will be here waiting for you.” His voice is sleepy and you can see how hard he’s trying not to fall asleep.

You give him a sympathy look, petting his hair. “Go take a nap, I will be back in a minute.”

You have enough time to clean up and finish fixing the ship. No one suspects anything when they return with a crate full of supplies. Well, except Hunter, who gave you a quick side eye.

But you couldn't help but realize that for the rest of the day Tech didn't sigh or bounce his leg, not even once. Maybe you found the cure for his agitation after all.

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Warm Bodies

The Bad Batch. Bad Batch/Reader. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

For the 50 followers celebration, I give you this fluffy Bad Batch/Reader! Thank you guys! <3

Sent on a mission to the frozen planet, Kijimi, the crunch of snow was becoming a white noise to you. You trekked behind Echo, desperately pulling your arms across your middle and into your body, trying to contain as much body heat as possible. You weren’t built for this. You grew up on Tatooine. Snow was not your element.

You looked over at your comrades in their winter armor. Not a single shiver or a drippy sniffle. It boggled you completely. How in the galaxy did they stay warm? Genetics? Maybe it was part of their enhancements. Whatever was keeping these men warm would stay a mystery, and it made you envious.

A gust of particularly strong force blew past the group and you felt every fiber in your body jitter. Your body was wracked with a violent shiver to the point where it made you stop moving.

Crosshair, who was walking behind everyone, stopped to look at you. He heard your chattering teeth and had to keep his chuckle in the back of his throat.

“Cold?”

If you weren’t so frozen in place you would have hit him. “No. I was just about to strip, it’s so hot.”

“Be my guest,” he teased, his cruel and taunting smile hidden behind his helmet.

“For the love of – Hunter! Can we please set up camp?”

The leader, farther than the rest of you, stopped and looked back. Seeing you a miserable cold mess brought out a pitiful sigh from him. He comm’d back, “The first sign of shelter we will. Need an extra coat?”

You groaned, but nodded to his offer. You trudged up to Hunter as fast as your icicle-legs would allow and took the heavy parka Hunter packed.

“Thanks,” you huffed, shoving your arms through in greed. Zipping up the jacket, you felt a little difference. It would have to do for now.

Hunter gave you a look over, wanting to be sure you were alright to continue. He could hear the increased rhythm of your heart and felt his own pang in helplessness. Offering you the jacket was the best he could do for you now.

He looked over at Tech beside him and tilted his head, “Can you scan for shelter?”

“Certainly,” Tech tucked his data pad away then looked up, holding onto his goggles as he searched the horizon. “There appears to be an abandoned Kessel mining shaft three klicks north.”

You felt some relief knowing it wouldn’t be too long. “Thank the stars. Let’s get going.”

The trek took almost an hour, but when you finally made it inside the mine, you were quick to plop onto your butt. You took your pack off and looked at the men who were starting to unpack. Bringing your tired body to move, you took out your sleeping bag and unfurled it.

What you saw next you really had no words. There was a hole. Big enough for a really fat Tooka cat to crawl through. Perks of being government property. You shivered and felt like crying. This mission was going great.

Hunter came by with Echo and they both saw your sleeping bag. “Oh, cyare.” Echo came to you and you huffed, trying to keep a brave face.

“I’ll figure something out.”

You stood up and went to help Wrecker with building the fire. He welcomed your presence, bringing you into a comfy side hug. You felt the heat he provided and if you could purr, you would. He let you go with a soft kiss to the top of your head before giving you the lighter.

He asked you how you were holding up on the mission, knowing full well your inability to handle such freezing temperatures. You frowned, kneeling to the fire kit and setting it ablaze.

“Not well. My sleeping bag has a hole in it. So, I’m royally screwed.”

Wrecker frowned at you, “You could always sleep with one of us.”

“I know, thank you.”

Wrecker was right. You had your boys and any one of them would be more than happy to give up their sleeping bag or have you cuddle into their side for the night. Sometimes it still blows you away to realize you’ve got five incredible men at your back, who care for you, who are there for you, who love you.

You smiled at the thought and a little bright idea came to you.

As the sun set on Kijimi, the winds gusted through the mine with ferocity and the temperature dropped to the negatives. While you ate the rations you packed, you couldn’t stop the death-biting shivers that wracked your body. It was becoming unbearable so you looked around the mine and found Wrecker sitting opposite of you, his back against the wall.

You moved, sitting next to him and snuggling into his side. The man grinned, moving his arm to bring you closer (as if it was possible). “Maker, you’re warm…” You looked up and saw the others happily smiling at you two. “It could be warmer, though,” you said wistfully, hoping the damsel-in-distress tone would work.

It did.

Hunter moved in to your other side, pecking your temple. You smiled and thanked him, letting the two men warm you up from either side of you. It was nice, but your little plan had yet to be finished.

“I think… I could be warmer, hmm.” You innocently put your pointer finger on your cheek like you were thinking about how to solve your problem. You glanced at Tech and Echo and winked.

Both of them rolled their eyes at your silly ploy, but gave in regardless. Echo laid on your right thigh while Tech laid on your left, each reaching up to place a kiss on your cheeks. With four out of five brothers, you looked at the sniper whose back was facing you. He had his firepuncher propped up next to him and was ready to take the first watch.

You weren’t satisfied with that.

“I still think it could be way warmer,” you spoke exaggeratingly loud and Crosshair moved to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyebrow raised when he saw your ‘come-here’ hands. Not daring to ignore your cute plea, the snarky sniper got up to take the last spot available: in between your legs.

“Could have just asked, darling,” he breathed against your lips before he kissed you.

It made you giggle and you happily wrapped your arms around him as he settled in on you. “Oh, I know. This was more fun, though.”

The men chuckled, filling you with warmth greater than any sun. As the night was breaching late hours, one by one each of you fell into a comfortable slumber. You were kept blissfully warm through the night and your tiny smile never left.

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Imperial Crosshair x reader smut

Implied Poly Bad Batch

Summary: When Crosshair finds you and the Batch on Bracca things don't go as you planned.

Uninjured Crosshair 

Dividers belong to: https://www.tumblr.com/djarrex

Warnings: SMUT, violence, swearing, non con (kind of), Dom/sub

MINORS BE GONE!!!!

Minors DNI

All was quiet. Or at least as quiet as things could be with the Batch. Tech, Hunter and Echo where all inside the old Jedi cruiser while Omega and Wrecker where outside as Wrecker was teaching her how to disarm a bomb. 

It was so sweet how much the boys took care of her, as their newly minted younger sister, but she was very much loved. 

It was amazing how easily she got used to her new surroundings with the Batch. It took me a while and then things started to get spicy between us it was a whole new kind of relation ship to maneuver. But I wouldn't change it for the world. 

I joined the batch Before Echo, the Kaminoans thought it would be good to have a proper medic for the Bad Batch but didn't want to waist a medic form the regs. Tech, with his wide array of knowledge had no problem acting as a medic but before I joined them I was a doctor in an ER before I joined the army. I could treat a plethora of wounds and injures with speed and precision. I was also the only one who Wrecker would let give him needles so that was a bonus

I sigh, a smile on my face as I remember my times with everyone. Or at least I was till I heard a panicked voice. Immediately I activated Medic mode only to realize that Omega had clipped the wrong wire and the bomb was about to go off. 

She didn't know but it wasn't an actual thermal detonator. I couldn't help but snort a little as Wrecker made the poor girl think it was real and told her to make a run for it. Right as the so called ‘thermal detonator’ went off I turned my head to the sound of footsteps behind me. 

Echo came over and gave me a loving smile.

“How’s it going?”

“Wrecker made her think it was a real bomb and now she's a little upset.”

He smiled.

“But I think she's more upset about failing her test than it being a smoke bomb.”

Echo nodded.

“Wrecker, Omega, pack it in Hunter wants us back at the Jedi cruiser!”

As Omega and Wrecker started to make their way over to us you could hear Wrecker telling Omega not to feel too bad.

Once the two made their way over to us I pated Omegas head.

“Don't worry kiddo, With Wreckers help you'll be an expert in no time, besides, you can't expect to get everything right the first time round’.”

I give her an encouraging smile. She smiles back, her mood lighting a little.

Wrecker let out his big deep laugh and hoisted me onto his shoulder with one hand. 

“You bet kid, I failed my first disarming test to, with my help you'll be a pro in no time.”

His little encouragement made her feel a bit better than mine did, which was understandable. She felt much closer to the boys then she did me but we where still like sisters in a way.

As we made our way back to the cruiser, me still perched on Wreckers shoulder with his hand wrapped on my things keeping my securely in place, Echo’s mood seemed to shift, so did Wreckers.

Wreckers arm tightened around my legs a little. 

“We’ve got eyes on us.”

“Yeah, I see em’.”

“How may?”

“At least three, stay casual, Wrecker you ready?”

“Waiting on you.”

Wrecker sets me down. We started to jog. I held back little as Wrecker and Echo went to try and capture the scrapers. I wasn't a fighter, I never was. I took an oath to do no harm and I uphold it proudly.

Omega on the other hand eagerly followed behind her brothers. It always kind of worried me how she was so ever to follow them into danger but I guess she was a clone, this kind behaviour was in her blood. She was more alike to her brother than any of them realized. It always warmed my heart to see the little similarities in their behaviour, but also concerned me just as much. 

Echo wasn't able to keep up with the scrapers but Wrecker characteristically grabbed onto the back of their platform speeder. 

After a few minute we were able to catch up with Wrecker and the know unconscious scrapers.

After tying them up we make our way back to the Cruiser. 

Once back Hunter gather us all together. He talks about our dept and how we had a chance to make a lot of money right here. He was right it was also a good chance to relax and regroup.

It was sad that Rex had to leave so soon but we still had plenty of time to do everything else we wanted.

Echo expressed his displeasure about the idea. It wasn't hard for him to not be a soldier anymore, the ideals of one still ever-present in his mind, especially since he had just gotten his life back. But after some convincing he let it go, all be it reluctantly.

Me, Omega, Echo Hunter and Wrecker all make out way to the armoury while Tech heads over to the control centre of the ship to download some hardware. 

Hunter and Echo grab a hover-cart to help hall all the new weaponry onto the Marauder. 

Wrecker and Omega start to look at all the new ‘toys’ while Hunter and Echo seem to be having a slightly tense conversation. I walk over to them and tap Hunters shoulder. He turns his head over his shoulder, starting at me with sharp yet loving eyes. They eyes that made it so easy to fall in love with him. 

“Imma’ go see if there's any medical supplies still ok to use and start to load the Marauder.”

He nodded and I scurried away not wanting to bother them anymore. 

Echo and Hunter worked really well together but Echo was very secure in his beliefs. They weren't something he would let go of easily. That stubbornness was on of the reasons I fell in love with him.

As I make my way over to the med bay I find myself reminiscing on the times that made me fall for them.

First was Tech. It was a few months after I had just joined and everyone was still learning how to accommodate for a women. Everyone was really tense and carful around me. But not Tech. With his wide repertoire of knowledge he was very eager to have a new brain to pick even if he didn't really show his intense joy.

One day while he was shoved under the console of the Marauder I walked in. I needed a quiet place for a bit. After a mission I was always kind of drained, not really having the same stamina and tolerance for the violence that the boys had. 

Lets just say I never got that quiet place. Tech noticed I was there and he started to talk. For about an hour he just info dumped me, I thought I needed quiet to calm down but as Tech talked I realized that the quiet wouldn't have helped me very much. Techs words and his fun little facts made me forget about my fatigue as I sat in the chair beside the console he was under leaning forward so I could hear him properly. 

After he was done he sat in the chair beside me and just continued to talk. He talked and talked and talked. I stared into his eyes as he uses his hands to explain and emphasize his words when it hit me. I loved him.

Next was Wrecker. For missions I often stayed on the Marauder unless called out to the field because someone was hurt and they couldn't get them back to the ship with out proper medical care. 

I was siting on my bunk my elbows on my knees with my hands folded to my mouth waiting for a call to come in on my comm or for someone to come in growing in pain being supported by his brothers.

This time it was Wrecker. He was limping but didn't need help from his brothers I stand up. He was lightly groaning and was clearly in some kind of pain but nothing looked damaged as I looked over his armour. I looked kind of confused. I blinked at them all owlishly waiting for someone to tell me what wrong. 

As I look around the room Tech was going off to do his own thing Hunter was standing by Wrecker and Crosshair was leaning on the wall with a smug smirk on his face. Once my eyes fell on him I raised an eyebrow in question. 

Crosshair took out the tooth pick he was chewing on and his smirk widened.

“He stepped on a nail and can't get it out.”

His voice was coiled like always but still very amused.

I have to try and hold back a laugh. Wrecker was clearly uncomfortable, who wouldn't be after stepping on a nail so I try and calm myself so as not to laugh and pat my bunk. 

“Lay down and give me your foot, big guy.”

He did as told all be it reluctantly, he hated when I had to work on him but never fought me, luckily for me. I would clearly never win that fight.

He showed me his right foot as I hold it by the ankle and rest it on my thigh. I lean my head to the side and down to get a good look and sure enough there it was.

I almost gasp, a nail! This was a full blown spike!

“How the heck?!”

I look up at Wrecker his face was red as he turned away.

“How did this happen?”

Agin hunter and Wrecker didn't say anything but Crosshair was almost to eager to share. 

“He wasn't looking were he was going in the ruble after the mission and stepped on it when he stomped his foot celebrating.”

Crosshairs smirk only seemed to grow as did Wreckers blush. Hunter shooed the slender sniper away and left to give us some privacy so as to save Wrecker from his shame. 

So that's way he’s embarrassed, it didn't happen in battle.

The spike had shoved its way through his boot. The bottom of the boots where a little less protected then the rest of the armour but it still must have been some kind of stomp to get it through. 

I examine his foot till I look him in the eye. I couldn't take off the boot and give him some numbing because of the flat end of the spike still on the outside of his boot.

“Imma have to take it out as is, big guy.”

I look at him remorsefully, he started to shake his head.

“No, no way.”

I sight and grab some big tweezers to lock onto the spike.

“Tech!”

Tech emerges from the cock pit after I call. He comes over.

“Yes, Cyare?”

I smiled, me and Tech hadn't said anything about our new found affection but our attitudes towards each other changed after that day. I was happy that he felt the same way as I did. After that day something clicked. He started to touch me a little more. A hand on my back or my shoulder but most notably, his nickname for me in Mando’a I still didn't understand. But from the boys reaction it was something sweet.

“Could you grab me a syringe with some pain relief meds. I’ll need to be quick once the nail it out.”

Wrecker started to squirm. 

“No! No needles!”

He tries to get up.

“I’m fine now, nothing hurts.”

I roll my eyes trying to keep him down. Tech comes back with the syringe and hands it to me.

“Once more thing”

Tech stares into my eye waiting for his next instruction.

“Once I take out the spike I need you to take off his boot immediately so I can administer the drugs.”

He nods and starts to undo Wreckers boot so when the time comes he can take it off fast and easy. 

Wrecker started to squirm. Hunter and Crosshair came back over to help hold his down.

“On the count of three.”

Tech is still holding the boot while Hunted and crosshair are precticly standing on Wrecker to keep him still.

“ONE!”

I grab the spike tightly.

“TWO!”

On two I yank of the spike. Wrecker screams and flails a little. The second the spike it out Tech rips off the boot and I administer the drugs.

Wrecker stops squirming after I gave him the meds. Hunter and Crosshair get off the poor guy. Hunter huffs with a smile taping his brothers shoulder and Crosshair grumble and walks away even though we all knew he was happy his brothers want in pain anymore.

Tech places his hand in-between my shoulder blade and walks away after a second.

Once me and Wrecker were alone again I wrap up Wreckers foot and give him a pat on the leg 

“There all done.”

Wrecker stands up and starts to walk over tot he cock-pit to join his brothers. 

While I was cleaning up my bunk I pick of the spike. It was pretty big and sharp. No wonder it got stuck up there. but as I inspect it closer I see something through the blood. 

I squint my eyes and walk over to the ‘fresher. I rinse off the spike and gasp a little.

“oh no.”

I walk into the cock-pit everyone was relaxing. At some point we had taken off and were in hyperspace on our way back to Kamino. All the boys were only in their blacks, their armour laying around here and there. It would be a long trip and they wanted to relax. This was perfect.

Hunter is the first to look at my concerned face.

“Whats wrong?”

“wreckers I need you to stay calm for me, ok?”

He nods a dumfounded look still on his face.

I hold up the spick a little more.

‘This is rust.”

He nods.

“It was in your blood stream so that means you can get very sick.”

“Ok...”

He docent really react nothing I wasn't really expecting but then I pull out the small needle. 

“I need to give you this so that you don't get hurt more.”

I was expecting his to start yelling telling me no. The others seemed to be expecting the same thing, getting ready to ponce on their vod as a moments notice. 

But we are all surprised when Wrecker dosen’t make a move to run and get away or even protest.

I look around, not really knowing what to do, this had never happened before.

“Are you ok?”

for a moment I thought he had frozen with fear or something crazy like that. HIM, frozen in fear, NEVER. 

“Alright.”

‘What?”

We all stare shocked.

“Do what you gotta do.”

Without even thinking I move quickly to administer the drug, thinking it was some kind of failed confidence and wanting to take advantage of his lack of squirming while I still could. 

Once I was infant of him he showed me his arm but I shake my head and tell him to turn around.

he dose and before anyone could blind the needle is in his ass cheek and the drug had been given.

Wrecker gives a yelp. Most likely not expecting to have the drugs administered thought his very toned ass but other them that dosen’t make a sound or a move. Crosshair lets out a laugh at Wrecker’s yelp, I didn't thing anyone was expecting I would have to give him the needle in the ass and thought it was just the funniest thing. But to be fair if I was in his position I would laugh to. 

Wrecker groans but sits down and gives me one of his warm smiles saying thanks.

THANKS.

I walked away, flabbergasted, Wrecker thanked me from giving him a needle, the thing he hates most right after hights.

I couldn't help but blush when I realized it was because he trusted me enough to let me do it. And just like that I was in love again.

Next was Hunter. After a mission I had gotten hurt when I was too close to an explosion that went off by accident. I was looking for some supplies or anything we could use and didn't have enough time to get out of the way. 

I had passed out. Wrecker and Tech wouldn’t leave my side after Wrecker had taken me back to the ship and Tech treated my wounds but I was still out cold.

Once me, Tech and Wrecker became more lovers than friends everyones attitude started to change. It was clear to everyone we all loved each other, Even Crosshair changed, but of course none of us ever said anything. It was too embarrassing for me and the boys were to proud to admit it and none of us really knew how so we just let out actions show it.

Everyone stayed close Tech constantly checking my vitals and making sure all was right while Wrecker held my hand. Hunter was behind Wrecker with a look of utter agony on his face.

Crosshair had his same straight face as he leaned on the doorway to the cockpit. He looked the same as always but the give away was that he wouldn't take his sharp amber eyes off me. Usually he would clean his 773 Firepuncher Rifle but instead he just stared at my unconscious  body. 

When I woke up Crosshair walked into the cockpit, Tech made sure I wasn't in any pain and Wrecker asked if I needed anything. My throat was dry so I asked for some water. Once Wrecker left Hunter took up my hand and kissed each of my knuckles. I smiled at him not wanting to talk because it really hurt my throat. 

“I’m so glad you're ok ner kar'taylir darasuum.”

I didn't understand what he though. But Wrecker came in seconds latter saying

“She was my kar'taylir darasuum first, sarge.”

His tone was joking but also dead serious at the same time as he handed me the water. I chugged it down as he helped me keep my head up.

Tech came over and started to rub some bacta on the side of my face. I winced.

“Well technically-”

Wrecker rolled his eyes but gave up. I wince again and try and pull away.

Techs other hand worked its way around my head keeping me close so he could finish.

“Hold still, you want it to heal properly don't you cyare?”

I nodded and held still as best I could.

After that Hunter wouldn't leave my side. He was the first Batcher to ever sleep with me. Wrecker was very jealous. Soon enough all three started to sleep with me. It was nice being so close to them.

Things between me and him changed after that, his protectiveness almost suffocating but I knew it was because he loved me and was worried and I couldn’t help but love him back. 

Finally it was Crosshair.

I started to tear up at the memory as I gather some bacta patches. I missed him but the memory was still nice. 

It was a few weeks after the accident. I got a scar on the side of my face about the size of my forefinger. Crosshair started to stay close. In battle since he was a sniper and could stay away from too much danger he often dragged me with him saying that it was best to not get in the others way, everyone else agreeing.

I was lucky enough they let me come into the field int he first place but still. 

His hand often lingered on my face sometimes tracing the scar.

Once we were back on Kamino once he grabbed my hand after I was done eating in the mess and started to drag me away.

When I asked where he was taking me he never told me.

He dragged me till we were in the shooting range. No one else was in there , it was way to early. Without a word he handed me a gun. I held it sheepishly, my finger nowhere near the trigger as I lookup as him with just my eyes.

He points over to a stall.

“Start practicing ik'aad girl.”

I stare puzzled. I look up at him after and I make my way into the stall he pointed at waiting for more instructions. 

“If you're going to stick around you need to be able to protect yourself. I intend to make sure you can do that.”

I started to hold the gun the way I saw Hunter and Tech do. It was the same kind of gun they had, a DC-17 blaster pistol. Nut before I could even attempt to squeeze the trigger Crosshair stoped me. 

“Hold on.”

He came up behind me. He was very close his arms snaking around me and position my hands properly. He moved one of his legs in-between my own and pushes my foot out a little.

Once I was repositioned properly instead of pulling away he came even closer to me. He leaned his head to my ear. His lips brushing my ear.

“Try now.”

I nod and fire the gun.

It kept going like that for a while. He taught me to shoot and eventually we got closer. He was the first one to kiss me, whenever I got a bullseye he kissed my neck or my cheek. 

I wipe my the tears off of my cheeks as I think about how much I missed him. I finish packing up all the supply's I found and headed over the the door when everyone came rushing through the hallway on their way to the med room.

Without a word Tech grabbed my upper arm and started to walk around alternating corridors. Tech was the first to speak. 

“The Empire is here.”

I stare with wide eyes.

“What?”

Hunter was next.

“The empire found us, he is here.”

Tears came back to my eyes. Crosshair was here and he was trying to capture or kill us. I wanted to stay strong for Omega and the others. Not wanting them to know how much I really missed the tall sniper but it was too hard. Know that he was here it broke my heart to know one of the men I loved no longer loved me or his brothers and new found little sister.

“I have jammed their signal but that won't stop him. they will do a forward to aft search so if we keep this up all will be well Cyare.”

He let go of my upper arm to work on his data pad. After a few minutes of walking around and hearing the troopers all around as as we evaded them.

As we walk in silence it was hard to stop crying but I kept silent.

“Talk to me Tech?”

“I’m trying to tap into the regs’ comms so we can monitor their movements.”

As we hear banging down a side corridor Hunter points his guns. 

“Someone coming”

We all get back, the shadows in the corridor with no working lights hid us. The troopers march their way through the dark halls. We all crouch down. Weapons ready as I hold Omega. They walk right past us. It was too dark to really see anything, or maybe we are just really lucky.

As the troopers turn down a corridor we get up when Techs data pad let out a beep followed by blurred comm chatter.

“I’m in.”

I lean In closer to listen.

“All squads.”

“Yes sir.”

“Push the targets toward the hanger, we’ll pin then down.”

“Roger that.”

We hear Crosshair coiled voice on the comm, the voice I still loved. More tears fell as I feel Omega stiffen a bit.

“Aren't we headed for the hanger.”

Omega looks at Hunter worriedly.

“Not anymore, we’ll cut through the artillery deck.”

We made our way over to the deck guns at the ready as we tread carfully.

The deck itself was decrepit and rotting with two giant cannons never to be used again. We walked as quiet as we could but the creaking of the broken down room was unavoidable. 

Lost in my own thoughts I was still letting out silent tears as Echo came over and held my hand rubbing my knuckles lovingly understanding my how I was feeling.

Me, Wrecker and Tech head over to a big window that the barrel of an old canon was meant to stick out of and looked down. It was a long drop down.

“Uh... okay, I'm not going out that way.”

I couldn't help but smile a little at his words. But it was short lived.

The second the words left his lips Troopers started to swarm us from all angles. 

“There they are.”

We all hold our weapons at the ready as I hold Omega close behind Hunter. His hand out protectively. 

“Stand down.”

I blink. It was a rather feminine voice. Not something I really expected. 

The sound of a door shutting behind us makes us turn around only to see Crosshair and four other troopers with him.

Hunters guns still held hight as I pull Omega even closer know that we weren't behind Hunter. For an extra measure I slowly moved Omega behind me, hiding her with my body.

“Tapping our comms to track our movements? So predictable.”

I sneer at Crosshair a little, but it was hard. I still loved him, but he didn't love me. 

Wrecker scoff at the statement popping his head out from behind a cannon.

“Nice to see you too, Crosshair.”

Tech and Echo where still unseen behind the cannon along with Wrecker when I could hear Tech speak lowly to Echo. Low enough not to draw attention but loud enough for me to hear a little.

“Echo, scomp in and reroute reserve power to the cannons”

My eyes widen a little.

‘The hell is he thinking’

Echo seemed to have similar sentiments.

“If these cannons fire, this whole deck will collapse.”

“Exactly.”

Techs tone was almost... playful?

I hold Omega tighter to my back her hand know wrapped around my waist. I mentally prepared my self and got ready to turn and grab her as we fall.

“Look at you all, scavenging like rats. It’s pathetic.”

It kind hurt to hear him say those words, knowing he saw me as nothing but a rat, but I had to remind myself that it was his chip, nothing more.

“Why come after us?”

Hunter still had his gun pointed at his old vod. 

“You’re traitors.”

Each word he said stabbed me even harder but I held back my tears, but I bet my eyes looked like water in glass.

After his words Crosshair moves his right arm and points to the side, at the motion a few troopers started to surround us even more. Some moving from behind us. I could feel Omega cling a little harder as I hold onto her hands that were on my stomach and one on her head trying to comfort her. 

“Done.”

I look to my side at Echo when he spoke softly to Tech. Tech started to press some more buttons. I give Omegas hand a subtle squeeze to let her know it was almost time. 

Hunter still had his gun on Crosshair as he spoke.

“Crosshair, wake up. You’re being controlled by an inhibitor chip.”

Omegas hold losses on me as she steps forward a bit.

“He’s telling the truth. The Kaminoas put chips in all the clones. Remember what I told you in the brig, you can't help it.”

Her voice was strong and clear, it made my feel proud. My voice no doubly was very shaky. I’d probably stutter if I said anything. But the pride was short lived.

Crosshair stepped forward a bit, in response so did Hunter, standing in front of us with the gun at the ready. 

“Aim for the kid.”

I gasp as Crosshair as his troopers aim at Omega. I grab her as fast as I could and shield her with my body. 

“Your issues with me, not her.”

As I hold omega close concealing her from sight. I could hear Wrecker whisper.

“Hurry up.”

“Systems online in three, two one.”

As Tech counted down Crosshair gave us a warning.

“I suggest you drop your weapon.”

Suddenly the cannon went off, shaking the whole deck and sending Crosshair flying back. 

Hunter starts to fire as he yells at us to “GO.”

We all start running but that wasn't the only shot. Once again the cannons fire making debris fall for the already unstable hole in the roof crushing some troopers.

Omegas hands shoot to her head as I try and shield her. Unlike me she immediately composed herself and pulled out her energy bow and started to take down some troopers. But I couldn't do it. Even if Crosshair was trying to kill me both as a doctor and his lover I refused to hurt him or anyone else, even if they wanted to hurt me. 

As the cannons kept firing we could all see the roof about to drop on all of us, at least what was left of it. 

As It started to fall Hunter pushed Omega out of the way.

“Look out!”

As everyone dodged the falling roof pieces we all had to scatter.

Wrecker was taking down troopers with his bare hands, throwing them out the window. He grabbed the bombs as we all regrouped and made our way to the door only to be met with a very unwelcoming flamethrower. In response Wrecker throws his proton torpedo at the unwelcome surprise. 

“Direct hit. Yeah!!”

After Wreckers little celebration we all made our escape into one of the ships ion engine chambers.

“The Ion Engine chamber? Why'd you bring us here?”

“Because this is our alternate egress off the cruiser.”

Wrecker groans at his vods answer.

“I don't even know what that means.”

I pat wreckers shoulder.

“Don't worry, I don't either.”

We all make out way to the end of the ion chamber.

Tech raises his finger.

“It means that this is our other way out.”

I smile a little at his matter of fact tone. 

As we slip down onto the bottom of the camber I couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it. 

“We’re almost there, a little further.”

Hunter was trying to lift our spirits and motivate us a little but it wasn't really working, but I still smiled knowing he meant well. 

“I didn't think you meant we would be escaping through the engine.”

“I could not have been clearer.”

Techs response to Echo made me laugh a little to myself. even though to him it was clear Tech sometimes had trouble understanding that others needed deeper elaboration. 

“Whoa, I've never been inside an ion engine before.”

“Thats a good thing, Omega.”

I couldn't help but respond to her funny statement.

“Yeah, it would be weirder if you had, kid.”

“These chambers are quite the engineering marvel.

“Yeah, they are huge and effective, it’s amazing.”

Once again I marvel at the utter size of the engine.

“Yes, this blast primer coating is capable of withstanding--”

Before Tech could finish his fun fact Wrecker interrupted him and pushed him forward.

“No one cares, keep movin’.”

“Hey.”

I complained too Wrecker after he interrupted Him.

I could practically feel Wreckers eyes rolling.

“Ok, (Y/N) cares but still.”

Once Hunter and me are at the opening of the Ion engine, Hunter steps out ready to find a way down when Wrecker groans again setting down the case of bombs he was still lugging around.

“Well, now what?”

Tech steps forward but was interrupted by a blaster bold almost hitting him.

I gasp and rush over once Tech who was stumbled forward but was caught by Hunter when he almost fell to make sure he was ok.

Hunter pokes his head around before I could protest but I was silence when I heard Crosshair’s voice from afar.

“Try again, Hunter. I told you before, you’re surrounded.”

A ship lands behind Crosshair as Hunter turns back to face us.

“Double back.”

As we all run back I could start to hear an unsettling rumbling and machinery whirring to life as I feared the worst.

‘no’

“What is that?”

Omegas question was hesitant probably worried about the answer, as she should be. It was Hunter to break the news.

“Sounds like the engines coming online. But that's not possible, right?”

After his question Tech puts down his flashlight and pulls out his data pad.

“Technically, it is. I restored the ships main power core when I accessed the central system, which means the engines can be activated.”

“Crosshair, wouldn't do that, would he?”

Omega looks at me.

“a-apparently he-he would.”

My voice cracks a bit, trying my best to believe he wouldn't.

“How much time do we have?”

Echo asked the question we all needed to know.

“I estimate less than two minutes.”

I hold omega close again as air was getting sucked in the ion engine as a blue fire was starting to appear.

“What do we do.”

It was the question on everyone mind as I tried to wrack my brain. As we think I could hear the ship outside start up and fly away.

‘He really was going to do it.’

Tears come to my eyes. At this point I was shocked I even had any left. 

“Uh. what about plane 7?”

Of all people it was Wrecker to come up with an idea, that was, till Echo mentioned.

“Plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever!” 

“well--well you think of something!”

Wrecker challenged as he held the case of bombs in front of him.

“Can we use the explosives from the armoury to disable the engine?”

“It won't cause a large enough reaction to effect the thermal chamber. But if we place a series of charges around this cone, we may be able to break away form the cylinder while destabilizing the core.”

Techs answer made me shiver, yay, more dropping.

“Break away, you mean fall, all the way down?”

“It’s that or be incinerated.”

Echo made a point, still it was an unpleasant prospect.

“Everyone take an explosive. Tech, (Y/N) up top with me. Omega stay here.”

We all nodded and got to work placing the charges. Once set and activated we all backed up as Wrecker held the button that would let all hell break loss.

“Everybody, get down!”

The second Hunter said it I grabbed Omega again shielding her for anything that might go wrong. 

We all start to bounce as the chamber started to fall. Braking away from eh rest of the ship.

“Hold on!”

Despite Techs warning I didn't have time to grab something as we started to plummet. I started to slip away from everyone else, immediately letting go of Omega and giving her and little shove toward Hunter. As the cylinder fell I only got pushed farther away from the others.

When the cylinder falls and breaks in half I found myself alone.

I had landed on my back and groan as I sit up, only to yelp and fall back. Once I felt my head I see what was wrong, the upper side of the right thigh had a big gash in it. 

I whimper as I try and move to treat my wound. Once I slow my bleeding with my shirt I flop back. Luckily I had a sports bra underneath. 

I lay there for a few seconds. After I regain my self and start to think a bit more clearly through the pain I reach for my comm only to grab at nothing.

My head shoots up as I franticly look around the the device. I sit up and look around not seeing anything.

I jump a bit when I suddenly hear engines above me. Right as I look up I see a ship with a bright lights shining down on me. I lift my hand to cover my eyes as I stare at the ship hoping it was the others. 

As the ship slowly descends my fear shoots through the roof. Once I realize who it was I try and crawl back only to scream as I drag myself by my arms and one uninjured leg. 

Once the ship lands a few meters away I expect to be shot on sight by some troopers. But instead of troopers coming out It was Crosshair.

He didn't have his rifle with him or any weapon for that matter. He walked over to my whimpering form as I kept trying to get away from him. 

Crosshair didn't say a thing as he knelt down beside me once I couldn't move back anymore, my back against some metal debris as he stared at me through his green visor on his helmet. I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want the man I love  to kill me with his bare hands and before I knew it, I was begging him.

“Please--please... don’t d-do it.”

My voice was horse and broken as I begged him. I felt like my world was closing in around me.

Finally, Crosshair takes off his helmet. He was smirking at me.

I cry and shake as I continue to beg him not to kill me, as I do Crosshair looks over me. His eyes linger on my chest for a while as he takes in the sight of my breasts, his smirk widening, until he sees my leg. 

Then he scowls at my leg. The second his smirk leaves his face I Immediately I stop begging. Only letting out a few whimpers and crys from the pain that I couldn't hold back.

“Look at you, see what happens when you aren’t carful?”

He touches my thighs just below the cut in it. I hiss and try and ball up in an exempt to feel safer. I love Crosshair and it broke my heart to know that I no longer felt safe and secure when he was close. 

“Come on ad’ika. hold still”

I whimper and try to get away this time moving to the side.

“D-Don’t-- please. p-please don’t do i-it.”

The tears were uncontrollable, Crosshair lifted his hand to wipe them away.

But just as he opened his mouth to say something the others started to come.

“(Y/N)!”

They all yelled for me once they saw who I was with, Crosshair reaches for his comm without a second thought.

“Kill them.”

Suddenly my mind when numb along with my leg. Without thinking I grabbed Crosshairs arm.

“No- no Crosshair please!”

He didn't say anything.

“(Y/N)!”

They called for me again getting closer and closer. 

“RUN!”

I scream as loud as I could realizing crosshair wasn't going to do anything to stop his order.

“GET OUT OF HERE, HE WILL KILL YOU. RUNNNNNN!”

Crosshair turned to me and growled. but he didn't do anything. The other reluctantly turned back once they saw all the troopers coming their way. I sigh in relief knowing if nothing else I gave them a chance. 

Once they were out of sight I let go of Crosshairs arm. Crosshair stares at me. I was finally able to stop crying but I couldn't look him in his eye. I didn't want the last thing I see to be the man I love stare down at me with utter hatred.

I close my eyes getting ready for the final blow, but instead I feel his hands on my cheeks. I flinch but still didn't open my eyes, thinking he would move them down and strangle me.

After a few seconds I feel his hands pull away from my reddened and puffy cheeks. I could hear his armour adjust as he moves around. A part of me was hoping that he would just walk away. That maybe some part of him that still loved me. I wasn't a Jedi or a clone but I was with clones that, in their words, ‘were in violating of order 66.’

But I also knew he was probably getting up to grab his rifle and shoot me. I curl up into a ball my arms over my head and my left knee up to my chest. I tried to move my right leg but the gash in my thighs felt like it had fireworks in it every time I moved it. 

I prepare myself for the end, mentally praying that the others got away, that they weren't hurt and that Omega was safe with her brother so she didn't have to see Crosshair shoot me.

Mid thought I felt two strong hand on my waist. I yelp as my eyes shoot open. Before I could do anything Crosshair lifted me up and on his shoulder, his arm around the back of my thighs keeping me in place. 

I scream as he lifted me, the movement itself wasn't harsh or painful but because I  was being moved so did my leg which meant harsh pain for me.

I grip his black armour so hard my entire hand seemed to turn white. I try and compose myself, the pain making it hard to focus and think straight.

I didn't even notice that he was taking me to the shuttle they came heer in until he set me down on the floor. He sets me against a wall of the ship so I could lean on it.

I stare up at him after I compose myself a little. My eyes must have looked wide and crazy, begging for answers and very confused. He didn't say anything but he did stare. 

I didn't say anything either, scared that this moment would end. Scared I was really dead. My eyes said everything I needed them too. His eyes were different, even though he had a cold exterior his eyes often betrayed him if you knew what to look for. His eyes where clear back then, open. Now they were closed, like something was preventing him from showing me how he felt but he was fighting through it. I could see a little bit of emotion in those eyes. I just hoped it was enough.

We were broken out of our staring contest when one of Crosshair’s troopers came over. 

“Sir, we need to leave. let’s kill the girl and report back to Kamino.”

Crosshair didn't take his eyes off me while the trooper spoke, but I did, staring up at the helmeted trooper as she spoke. I started to shake when the, what I assumed to be a woman, trooper mentioned killing me. That was when I looked back to Crosshair. I only stare it for a split second before his eyes seemed to darken before he whipped his head around and stood up. His nose almost touching the helmet of the trooper as he towered over her, but to be honest, aside from Wrecker he towered over everyone. 

“She will not be killed, we will take her back with us to be interrogated.”

He gestured over to me.

“She will know what they plan to do next.”

The trooper just started at her superior for a moment till she nodded and walked away.

Crosshair scowled and placed a toothpick in his mouth, chewing it and moving it from side to side in his mouth.

I couldn't help me stare at his lips, wanting to kiss him and thank him for keeping me alive. He turned back over to me while grinding the toothpick between his teeth for a second. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done that's for sure. His lips seemed to hypnotize me. 

He had kneeled down in front of me again, I only got shot out of my own thoughts when he chuckled at me. The sound was so smooth, it made my stomach twist with butterflies. 

“Like what you see, mesh'la solus?”

The old nickname brought tears to my eyes. I never knew what they where saying. Whenever I asked any of the boys what their nicknames meant they would just smirk at me and tell me it was a secret.

I was crying a little but I couldn't help the smile on my face. Crosshair kept smiling at me. He raised his hand, I thought he was going to rub my cheek. I flinch when I feel a sharp prick in my neck. It was fast and over in a second. I hold my neck looking at him with shocked eyes. 

Everything started to go black, my eyes started to fluter closed as I find myself falling over. Before I could completely black out and hit the floor I felt Crosshair’s arms again.

“I got you, Just let go.”

Then... nothing. 

I wake up with a start. I sit up so fast my mind was spinning. I groan and hold my head. Once I compose myself I open my eyes again and look around. 

I was in a cell with a red shield door. I recognized the space as a cell on Kamino. I was laying on the metal slab that jutted out front the wall. 

I shift to have my legs hanging from the ‘bed’ but wince mid moment.

I groan and look down. My thigh was wrapped up in white bandage. I was in a black tank top and underwear. 

I touch my leg. The gash felt like it had be stitched with minimal blood seeping through the bandage so I didn't tare my stitches which was a refill. 

While I was distracted inspecting my leg I didn't hear the whoosh of the door. 

“Shocked?” 

My head shoots up, it was the female trooper from earlier. 

“The commander said we had to keep you alive, couldn't interrogate you properly with you bleeding out.”

I didn't say anything. I gave her a strait face. I had shown too much emotion already. I didn't want to give her any reason to think I was weak. I mean, I was. but she didn't need to know that.

After a few seconds of silence she walked over to the consul and pulled a lever to deactivate the ray shield.

It crossed my mind briefly to get up and fight. But unlike her I was both injured and not very good at hand to hand combat, and in Crosshair’s words ‘my aim was shit.’

She walks back over to the front of the cell.

“Come on get up.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. I had a gash going all the way down the side of my thigh.

She didn't seem to get it or she didn't care so I just sighed and started to try and get up. I place my hands on the slab and slowly get up. After some teeth grinding and pained groans I was able to stand up placing most of the weight on my left leg. 

She rolled her head with a sigh clearly annoyed at my partially immobile state. If she didn't have head helmet on I bet she I would have seen her roll her eyes to.

She walks over to my shaky form grabbing me by my upper arm tightly. It hurt but as she started walking, her harsh hand was probably the only thing keeping me upright. As we walk through the always I get a lot of side glances The new non-clone troopers probably wondering who I was and the few clones that were still around wondering what I was doing here.

As she walks and I pathetically hobble around I can't help but think of what will happen to me. 

It felt like forever till we got the the interrogation room. I feel like she dragged out the walk by going the long way to break me down before interrogation. It was a good way to soften a civie like me up, there was just one problem.

I didn't know shit.

I wasn't a part of the ‘attack’ part of the squad as I liked to call it so I never new any plans. And I never asked, not really caring. It was my job to take care of them when the boys where injured and I always did no matter what so it didn't really matter if I knew where we where going or not. 

I often just stayed on the Marauder. And besides, so many things have been thrown at us. One complication after another so there was never really a fixed plan, we always had to change what we were doing.

The room was small with two metal chairs on either side of a metal table and a bright light on the ceiling. 

She shoves me harshly in the chair furthest from the door but dosen’t sit down herself. 

Once I sit I check my leg to make sure nothing happened to it. Once I conform no stitches were torn I looked up at her. My face still straight but I imagine my eyes had enough fear in that that it didn't really matter. 

She didn't sit in the chair, opting to just lean forward on the table with her two firsts.

“Where are they?”

I almost sigh in relief. That means they got away. But I hold it back.

“I don't know what you’re talking about.”

The trooper finally took off her helmet gently placing in in front of her on the table. I made a mistake by following her helmet and not keeping my eyes on her. The second the light tap sound was heard as she placed it down and loud thwack was heard followed by a yelp.

My head twisted violently to the side after she slapped me. The hard slap pulled tears from my eyes. As I bring my hand up to my now burning left cheek. I looked back at her.

“Try again.”

My face hardens more. I know that my lack of answers was going to piss her off and end up causing me a lot of pain but it was worth it to piss her off so much. She needed answers but I wasn't the person with them. 

Knowing she wouldn't get anything from me made me happy.

I didn't really see a point in taunting her further, she was already pretty pissed and would only get more pissed as time goes on so I might as well tell her the truth, it would probably annoy her more once she figures out I really don't know anything. 

“I don't know where they are. If they're not on Bracca, how could I?”

She growled and slapped me again.

I had accidentally bit into my cheek this time. I whined at the pain and spit out a glob of blood to the floor beside me.

My cheek was throbbing. I had to consider myself lucky however, she was only slapping me so far but damn was she good at it. 

I look back at her but didn't say anything just star at her, waiting for her next question or to repeat her last on again. 

“What was your plan?”

“On what?”

She growls at me but doesn't make a move to hit me again. 

“Why were you and you're little friends on Bracca?”

“Surgery.”

I smirked a little as she growled again, She wound up her arm and I close my eyes in anticipation. Just as the blow would have landed the door whooshes open and a harsh voice rang int he room.

“STOP!”

I open my eyes to see a very angry Crosshair and a very shocked and kinda flushed trooper. She stuttered a little trying to explain and probably trying to figure out why he was so angry.

To be fair though, so was I. 

Crosshair seemed livid. His face contorted with anger. 

“Why is she here.”

The trooper was finally able to get some word out.

“I wanted to interrogate her as soon as she woke up, sir.”

“I told you I would interrogate the prisoner, you've disobeyed a direct order.”

The trooper stands at attention and salute’s him.

“I’m sorry sir, it won't happen again.”

“Get out.”

The trooper grabs her helmet and moves out of the room quickly. Crosshair didn't take his eyes off her as she left. I found myself staring at the metal table as I run my tongue along the cheek I had bit pretty hard, still tasting some blood  as I place a hand to my now most likely bruised cheek. 

I flinched a little when I felt Crosshair’s hand on my cheek. I look up. I was scared now. A random trooper torchering or killing me, what was fine. But him.. 

I freeze.

“You’ll tell me what I want to know, ad’ika. Whether you want to or not.”

His voice was eerily calm as his thumb runs over my cheek.

Before I knew it I was in the batches old barracks. 

Crosshair had picked me up and with an injured leg I couldn't stand on it so that made it hard to try and get away from him.

He set me down forcing me to lay down as he hovered over me. His gaze felt predator like. He was a wolf while I was a measly little bunny biding her time.

He was fast about it, making sure nobody saw it. I felt safer knowing I wasn't in the interrogation room but his words earlier made me more than a little nervous.

To scared to look at him I look around the room trying to find some kind of comfort in the familiar area, only to find nothing.

It felt wrong. Techs writing on the wall was gone, Wreckers bunk was made and clean. The room smelled clean and Hunters Clone force 99 symbol was gone. Even Crosshairs old paper shooting targets were gone.

It felt wrong. It didn't feel like it was my boys place. But I didn't have much time to dwell on it.

Crosshair was hovering over me. Holding my wrists over my head.

I could feel my pussy throb. it was like our first time. All the boys are different in their approach to sex.

Tech was very much into toys and experimenting with positions and places. 

Hunter was sweet but very much primal when he got really into it. 

Wrecker knew he was big so he was very gentle but efficient. 

Echo usually wanted me to take the lead while I straddle him riding his cock. Not wanting to hurt me.

Crosshair, oh Crosshair was hard. Hard and fast. He liked it hard and in every place he could think of. His love of fucking me wherever he could made getting caught a common worry. 

“Where are they?”

I had to blink a few times. I was so lost in thought I shoot my eyes up to his trying to calm down but his eyes, oh his eyes, it took me a second to comprehend the question while my pussy throbs.

“I-I...”

I couldn't get the words out, I had them in my head I just couldn't speak them. I didn't have the answers he wanted and despite me trying to tell him this I was just a stuttering mess, especially once I realize what position we where in.

He was still hovering over my body, his long slender fingers griping my wrists not too hard but hard enough that it let me know I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.

But what made me even more nervous was he closeness to my face. His nose almost touching mine, his warm breath fanning over my face, the smell of crisp peppermint settling in my nose. It made my knees weak. But I only become more hyperaware of our position. With my pussy throbbing intensely I tried to close my thighs, wanting to rub them a little to get some much needed friction. only to go eye wide at t he realizing something was in the way.

My head shoots down, not even thinking, almost hitting Crosshairs nose with my forehead in the proses if he didn't pull back a little at the prefect time.

My face turns as red at a tomato when I realize that Crosshairs still armoured knee and thigh where in between mine. Just a breath away from brushing his knee on my pulsing sex.

I can almost feel the vibrations of Crosshairs chest when he chuckles at the reddening of my poor face. But the colour only seems to deepen when he leans down into my ear, his lips brushing it a little almost pressing his lips into the ear making me shiver uncontrollably.

“Lookin’ a little nervous there, ik’aad girl.”

My eyes move away from the sight of his knee between my thighs but up to his amber eyes filled with a playfulness I only remember seeing when we where alone.

I couldn't help the tears coming from my eyes at both his favourite nickname for me but mostly the fact that his eyes looked much less clouded now, more open and free like they used to be.

His smirk drops a little when he sees my tears. He moves both his hands off my wrists. At the motion I bring my hands over my face to hide it from him, not wanting him to see me cry like this. 

I could hear him grumble a little before pulling my hands down and holding my wrists above my head again but this time he only uses one hand, his other is occupied, to busy holding my side as his warm thin lips attack my neck with kisses and some a-little-too-hard love bites. The pain wasn't to bad but it was enough to get me out of my own thoughts and force me to focus on him..

I still had a few tears on my puffy red cheeks so as he moves his kisses and bites from my neck to my jaw up to my lips when he pulls away for a second he notices the little shiny gleam of liquid on my cheeks and kisses them away. 

Once again I was completely speechless, His attitude towards me now was a huge contrast to early with the batch on Bracca. 

He stares at me for a few seconds. His face remained relaxed fro a moment until out of nowhere his eyes became hard to read again. 

“Where are they, cyare?”

I take a second to collect myself, longer than I would have liked. Crosshair was still eh man I loved but he was different. More dangerous than before. I couldn't help but get a little exited at his new demeanour but for him this definitely wasn't a sexually thing as far as I could tell. 

“I--I don't know.’

He stared at me for a while, reading me. trying to fish out if I was lying or not.

“Still don't tell you anything, huh ad’ika?”

I nod a little, not really sure when else to do.

He leans down to my ears again, as he whispers his gently rubs his knee against my crotch. Touching my clit just enough to make me squirm a little. 

“Well then, let me tell you something.”

His lips brush lightly on my ears, almost tickling it ever so softly.

“ You and your friends have been giving me a lot of trouble lately.”

He wiped at my ear a little too hard, making my whine a little.

“I think it’s time you pay for it.”

My eyes widen and I try to squirm away. His grip on my wrists became bruisingly tight even though he was still only using one hand. His other was still occupied with my hip, his thumbs stroking it. 

I couldn't get any words out before his lips where sealed tightly on mine, swallowing my defiance along with it. 

The kiss was so warm, so sweet despite being hard. His kiss held so many meaningful memory's. In my mind it was pointless to fight. he could kiss me and I wouldn't do a thing to stop him, not being able to live with myself if I hurt him in any way. 

Besides it felt good. Having him touch me like he used to, all-be-it a little more rough then he normally would, it still felt so good. 

His knee kept grinding on my pussy that was still only covered by a pain of black underwear. His free hand starts to move down slowly, caressing every part of my skin. His hand left a trail of tingling heat behind making me feel all the more flustered under him.

His hand wandered too low, to cut up in the heat of the moment it seems both of us forgot about my leg, his hand started to groped my hip, wait and down to the top of my thighs till his moved down to the bandage. Too distracted by his welcoming warm lips I didn't think to stop him. By the time I realized when leg he was squeezing it was too late.

His squeeze wasn't very heard but since the wound was still pretty fresh it hurt like hell. 

I immediately go eyes wide, I pull away screaming. Moving my head to its side I press my cheek into the sheets behind me head as I soaked them with my tears. 

Crosshair immediately pulls his hand from my thigh and lets me pull away from his kiss but otherwise doesn't move. 

I didn't even have time to collect myself before he let go of my wrists and moved his hand to the cheek facing him kissing my eyelid as I cry. 

I calm down for a second, shocked by the caring kiss. before I could stop hiccuping however he was already kissing down my neck, sucking on my soft spot making the pain numb a little. 

I figured it was his version of a little apology, even without his chip he wasn't very good with his words, emotionally anyway. He always let his actions speak for him. 

But to my surprise he goes lower and lower and lower. once he kissed them top of my underwear he looked up at me.

“You know what pain feels like... now let me show you pleasure~.”

I shudder at his words not really knowing what to even say.

His left arm wraps around my injured right leg gently, just underneath the bandage and lifts it up ever so softly to give the bandage a lingering kiss. A pleasant pulsing ran through the wound, not painful our sore, not even sexually but more, calming?

I didn’t really understand it. it was strange to feel so much pain just for it to be gone in seconds after a kiss. 

His teeth nip at my underwear pulling them down slowing still being careful of my leg. 

The sight was utterly sinful. I tilt my head back and moan, the sight of him between my shivering legs too much to handle. The memories of him pounding into my quivering pussy making my shake even more with anticipation. 

I could feel how wet I was for him, some things never changed. He seemed to agree with me.

“Wet for me still?”

It wasn't a question that needed answering. I stared into his amber eyes getting lost in them as he chuckles at my current state.

with my bottom half now bare he moved up my body again. I was a little confused. Not really expecting it. Apparently my face clearly shows my confusion because Crosshair was chuckling at me.

“Easy, girl.”

I didn't really get his words but I quickly forgot about it when his knee came up to my bare pussy stroking it with his knee juuust right. My head rolls back along weight my eyes. His hard armour on my already swollen clit too much. My moans became uncontrollably as I became putty in Crosshair’s hands.

I nearly registered Crosshair’s low chuckle in my ear.

“You like that ik’aad? Like how I make you melt.”

I nod, not being able to get a word out.

I completely forgot the position I was in right now, Being held by the Empire, supposedly getting tortured and having no escape plan of any kind. and yet I couldn't be happier then I was right now. Being held under the man I love as he grinds his knee on my puffy little clit. This was heaven.

I could start to feel the perfectly tight feeling coil in my tummy, bringing me closer and closer to that oh so sweet release. But just before it cam loose, he stops. I practically sob at he pulls away, feeling the need to have his touch me, use me, do anything to me. As long as he was touching me I was in bliss, having his pull away was like torture.

He chuckled again, his deep smooth voice making the coil come back for just a moment only to disappear as quickly as it came. 

His still gloved hand came down to my pussy, stroking my soaking folds painfully slowly, gathering my slick on his fingers. Almost caressing my clit only to pull back down at the last second. I couldn't help but whine. A wordless beg to have him touch me. 

“Relax, you'll get what you want if I decide you should have it.”

His words where hard but lost all sharpness to them with his slightly playful tone, alone too slight to notice. But for someone like me, who has been so imitate with him before, it was easy to tell he was playing around a little. wanting to drag this out. 

For a moment my mind cleared a little, coming out of its blissful fog, raging this out, what would happen to me after? Do I go back to my cell? Will he still torture me? With the other rescue me? Do they even know where I am?

Before I could spiral top far I was Brough back to reality when I felt two fingers slip into my tight pussy, Two bare fingers.

My head It still tilted back into he sheets but I look down at Crosshair when I feel him again.

My pussy throbs after I see him. Some time during my little freak out he and not only striped his armour but also the top of his blacks, leaving his in only his tight fit lower blacks that did nothing to hide his raging hard on. At the sight my mind flashes to all the times I had seen his like this, hard and ready to pound into me. without mercy.

But to my dismay he seemed content on taking his bloody sweet time this go round. 

Prick.

I didn't have much time to be pissed however, his fingers weren't his dick but right know it was good enough. It had been a while since I had been fucked good let alone at all. With Omega around it was important to keep things kid friendly. But as a result I was pretty pent up and in need of a good hard fucking. 

I rolled my hips up into his fingers meeting up with his thrust and finding a good rhythm. 

“Eager?”

I nod desperately, 

“Words, ad’ika~”

I rolled my hips deeper into his hand, my eyes rolling back when he toucher that oh-so special spot inside me.

“Yes~”

I moaned out so loud, after all this time I was a bit more sensitive than usual, I love Omega but damn is that kid a cock block. 

Despite seeing my sensitivity and desperation Crosshair seemed to what to take advantage of my precarious position. 

“You won't cum till you tell me everything, cyare.”

I groaned coming back to reality a bit, right, I'm still technically a prisoner. 

Joy.

“ I-I don't kn-know where they a-are~”

I was breathless with my answer since Crosshair was still pumping his long perfect fingers into my wet pussy, hitting the spots that make me feel lit putty in his hands.

“I believe you.”

He picked up his pace a little, I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, panting hard, my body begging for a release. 

I could feel Crosshairs lean forward to whisper in my ear, the action giving him easier access to my pussy, being able to delve further into it. drawing out a hard whimper and moan from me.

I was so close, so so close but he seemed to notice and slowed to a snails pace. I whimper at the loss of friction. 

“I want to know a few things so let’s start with the easy question, yeah?”

I nod desperately trying to thrust into his hand only for him to stop completely. I also sob.

“Why where you on Bracca, Mesh’la?”

I was shaking, not from fear, I fact I wasn't scared at all for some reason, I had every right to be but I wasn't. No I was shaking because of my denied orgasm. It kind of was hurting. The tense muscles in my lower abdomen not able to relax with out that rush of endorphins through my whole body. Fucking Biology. 

“The c-chips.”

My voice was breaking the pain being a little too much for me.

“P-ple-ease~”

I didn't even have to elaborate. Crosshair you me well enough to know I was hurting. Mostly for experience, this certainly wasn't the first time we played the denial game. 

Without saying anything he started to thrust a little again, not enough to make me cum but enough to relive a little pain.

I sigh in relief. relaxing a little more.

“What about the chips?”

I final open my eyes again to look up at him, his face was still hard but his eyes looked a little confused, clearly wanting more.

It shocked me a little not to hear his deny their existence.

“We got them removed, Wrecker almost killed Omega, whe---.”

His fingers brushed up against my g-spot again making me shiver and lose my track of thought again. 

He leaned closer kissing right behind my ear.

“Keep going.”

He stoped thrusting again making my groan breathlessly again.

“We want to Bracca after Wrecker started getting bad headaches. Omega mentioned that it could be the chips, Tech said we should get them removed but we had to do it discreetly so we did it on the abandoned Jedi Cruiser so as not to draw attention to ourselves.”

I decided to leave Rex out of the story, not wanting to make him a target to. it was better if they thought he was dead, safer too. 

Crosshair started to thrust again, this time with a little more purpose. he slowly picked up speed, pressing all the right spots inside me that only the boys knew about. 

I cried out as I got closer and closer but he started to slow down again. And for just a second I got angry with him and completely forgot the position I was in.

“Dank ferrik Crosshair let me fucking cum!!!”

For the first time in almost forever I screamed at him. being so sexually pent up and sensitive I just couldn't take it anymore and all rationality seemed to fly out the window into the story sea outside. 

I move my head to glare at him but he second I look in his eyes I remember where I was and who I was with. I gasp covering my mouth and shut my eyes tight as I wait to be hit or slapped or anything but it never came. 

When I open my eyes again I see a very smug looking Crosshair. It take me by surprise seeing him look so cocky. His smirk still made me feel things though. 

“I guess I could---”

For a moment I had some hope, finally getting to cum and actually think straight.  

“If you beg~”

His smug tone immediately makes me hesitant as I glare at him a little again. His smirk just seemed to get wider. it felt like electricity shot through me when he slowly started to pump into me again, teasing me, trying to get me to give in. 

And it fucking worked.

“Please Crosshair, Please~ let me cum on your fingers~”

He sins seem to need much more convincing, that rock hard budge in his skin tight blacks making it clear that he wanted this as much as I did. 

I thought he would just speed up his thrusting, making even start to fuck me for real but I wasn't expecting his next move.

before I could even let out a breath he moved down faster then I could blink and stacked his thin lips to my clit, sucking and licking it mercilessly. 

I gasp as my body starts to shake like I was in and earthquake. That tightness in my tummy coming back as if on a mission. 

Crosshair knew exactly how to make me weak. As I back my hips up to his mouth, desperately chasing my orgasm, only to be stops when his free hand that was doing who knows what, at this point I could barely register anything that wasn't his two fingers and his lips and tongue, comes up and holds me down by pressing on my stomach.

Just as I was about to protest the knot in my tummy snaps with a vengeance, I gasp and shake violently when I finally get my precious orgasm. My body becoming racked with pure ecstasy that only Crosshair could give me. 

Crosshair helps me ride out my hight then pulls away coming back up to my face, a shit eating grin on his face as he licks away my arousal seductively, almost making me cum again. 

He kisses my lips, lingering longer than normal, when he finally pulls away leaving me breathless once again his lips still lithe brush on my lips as he whispers to me.

“I’m not done yet, ik’aad girl~”

“Huh?”

Before I could think Crosshair had flipped me over onto my hands and knees exposing my bead ass to him. I yelped in pain for a second, the fast moment irritating my poor right leg again. 

With all this rough handling I was kind of worried about it so I reach down my hand to feel if I tore any stitches. Just as I was about to find the start of the stitches beneath the white bandage my head was shover down into the sheets by a hand on the bace of my neck followed by both my hands being tied behind  cuffed behind my back.

“Cross, my stitches.” 

I could hear him huff in annoyance but I could hear the sheets ruffling and two fontal fingers tracing the sticked up gash under the bandage. After dragging his fingers up and down the wound about two times he pulled the hand away and placed them on my hands that are pressed close together from the cuffs in guessing he got from his tool belt on the floor. 

“Your fine.”

His voice was sharp but also, dare I say, needed. (eyebrow wiggle) 

before I had a chance to even roll my eyes I feel a sharp stinging on ym ass and yelp.

“Di...did you just... spank me?”

I could head a coiled chuckle from behind me, right in my ear. It made me jump a little, too distracted by the stinking on my poor unsuspecting ass cheek. 

“Yup”

Was all the response I got before he wiped at my ear and thrusted into me with one hard push of his hips.

I cry out again, it didn't hurt, seeing as I had taken him before and I had already cum so I was plenty wet now. It was shaking, everything moving so fast with barely a moment to think. I was still pretty overstimulated from my previous orgasm, my body fast electric as his hands my arms down to my back with the help of cuffs not allowing me to move them at all. 

Crosshair was mostly noiseless when we had had sex before an Deven know he wasn't overly loud, mostly just soft grunts but it was enough to let me know he seemed to miss this as much as I did. 

 He was pounding relentlessly, the position he had me in letting his long thigh dick to kiss my cervix with each thrust, making me tremble with pleasure. If the bad wasn't built into the wall I think we would have broken already.

This wasn't the first time I had been handcuffed during sex before. Tech liked to experiment with bondage, but it was the first time in this position, with Crosshair and most notably, without a safe word. 

The intense venerability made me feel like I was on cloud nine, I didn't know If I asked him to stop he would, and it felt good.

I was moaning uncontrollably, wanting to say so much but not being able to. 

Crosshair leans down, using his left hand the was previously on my hip to my side to prop himself upright as he leaned over me to my ear.

“You like that, Ik’aad? Like being...uuuuhh fuck... held down and fucked like a whore.”

My body was rock forward with every thrust, the only thing keeping me in place being his hand that was still on my two bound hands, and I loved it. The feeling of being at his mercy felt good. It felt good to let go. To not be in charge or responsible. 

“YES~”

I didn't even hesitate, the words coming out so easily.

I could hear him chuckle behind me, the coiled sound making a knot come back.

“Good girl~”

My eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him above me, taking me as hard as he wanted to. 

After a mother minute I couldn't hold back anymore, I needed to cum.

“Cr-cross, I I-i’m.... CLOSE.... ahhhhhh~.”

He growled and kissed my shoulder.

“Cum~”

It was on order, a command from a superior officer that had years of experience putting bad recruits in their place, one I would happily give in to.

With his words my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My body shakes uncontrollably, I couldn't think, racked with so much bliss I couldn't even move.

My mind was in a fog, I could tell Crosshair hadn't stoped thrusting into me, helping me to ride out my high as he chased his own.  

After a few more hard thrust and my whining, feeling so overstimulated after two mind bending orgasms being him to stop thrusting but not being able to make any congruent sentences, he finally came.

“UHHHHHH!”

He pressed into me completely, melding my body with his. I felt so safe, like I wasn't with the empire, like I was back on the Marauder. I finally felt safe and secure when he was close. His body pressed to mine. I could feel his breath and his heard beating violently agent his build chest. 

Once he relaxed I was ready to pass out. I didn't realize he had un-cuffed me till he turned me around to face him, my sweaty back against the sheets. He hovered over me again, his face sweaty and a little red. 

He looked blurry, and the room was spinning. 

I was exhausted. 

Between the bloodless, the fear and stress, and the two hardest orgasms I think I have ever had, I was ready to sleep for the next week. 

“What? Too much for my baby girl~?’

I could hear the smugness in his tone. I would roll my eyes at him If I wasn't starting to lose consciousness, so I just nod.

He chuckled again but I could hear the difference in this one. It wasn't smug or cock not even mocking, It was loving. Like he used to laugh at me when I tried to distract wrecker from a needle or when I would tell him a horrible joke. 

He laid down beside me moving me to face the wall. He was on his back, I figured he would just leave me alone after that. But to my surprise he moved me to lay on my side facing him.

He moved my head to rest on his chest and moved my leg to drape over his with his left arm underneath my head with his hand on my shoulder with his right hand resting on my side moving up and down to softly lulling me to sleep. 

“Goodnight ner kar'taylir darasuum.”

And with that I knew, this was still the man I loved. 

Translation: 

Cyare: Beloved

Ner kar'taylir darasuum: My love

Kar'taylir darasuum: love

Ik'aad girl: Baby girl

Ad’ika: little one

Mesh’la: beautiful

#the bad batch #bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #echo tbb #hunter tbb #wrecker tbb #tech tbb #star wars fanfiction #star wars tbb #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #tbb x you #poly relationship #hunter x reader #tech x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #hunter x y/n #tech x y/n #wrecker x y/n #echo x y/n #crosshair x y/n #imperial crosshair

[imarvelatthestars]

clone commando hilo

#this is the vibe can we all agree #with a name like that he's hella māori/poly (like they're all supposed to be but i digress) #clone commando hilo #commando hilo #tbb hilo #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #i suppose since his name is hawaiian i could've made him more hawaiian themed? #but that just feels weird to conflate the two idk #🫠 #edit: he's a lieutenant!! #lieutenant hilo

[zoeykallus]

The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (Poly) Smut Short Fic - Truth Or Dare Part 2 Of 3

Warnings: SMUT 18 + / Strongly Suggestive / Oral Giving and Receiving / FiV/ Dirty Talk/ Mention Of PiA / Cum eating /Voyeurism / Masturbation

Dirty dirty dirty

Part 1

Part 2

"And what do you say to that?" asked Hunter "May we all have a taste of you?"

You blinked. You couldn't quite grasp the direction this was going.

"I'm not sure I really understood," you say uncertainly.

Crosshair smirks and says, "We all want to have a taste of you, one way or another, sexually I mean."

Again, you felt hot. Your heart was pounding up to your throat and you didn't quite know how to respond.

"But all of you? Isn't that... a bit much?" you finally said timidly.

Wrecker interjected, "Not all at once, maybe a few of us at once but not all and not right away, not without foreplay."

Tech raised his famous finger and said, "Foreplay is important, very much so, we all care about you having fun with this."

Crosshair said, "Why don't we incorporate that into the game altogether? You spin the bottle and one by one depending on who it's pointing at, we can make a request of what we want to do to you and you give us the okay... or not"

That sounded exciting, hot, you were eager but also nervous. Still you nodded and said, "Okay, we can give it a try".

"Spin the bottle then," Wrecker said excitedly, clapping his hands together.

You reached for the bottle and spun it, when it stopped it pointed at Wrecker who was beaming all over.

"Well, if it's all right with you I'd like to taste some of your little honey pot," he said almost solemnly.

You felt your cheeks getting hot but you nodded and said somewhat tentatively, "All right."

Wrecker got up from the floor and came over to you and squatted down in front of you first and asked, "Are you sure you're okay with this? You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to and we won't do anything you don't want to either"

You took a deep breath and admitted, "I'm nervous, yes, but I'd like to try it."

He nodded and said softly, "Of course you can still say you want to stop after we've started."

You smiled and nodded.

"Okay"

Wrecker smirked, then he lay down on the floor and you looked at him in wonder.

"Come here sweetie, sit over my face".

You were getting hot, just the thought of sitting on his face and letting him lick you out made your juices start to gather. You did as you were told and climbed over the muscular giant, over his face.

"Now relax and enjoy, Mesh'la".

„Turn the bottle again“, Crosshair reminded you.

At the same moment that you turned the bottle, Wrecker pressed his tongue on your pussy and you let out a surprised moan. His tongue was strong, like the man himself, as he massaged your clit with it, you could barely hold yourself up, the tingling in your middle taking over incredibly fast. Then he thrust his tongue into your cleft and you moaned so loudly that you didn't notice how the bottle stopped pointing at Echo.

It took you a moment, Wrecker barely letting you catch your breath, then you saw Echo smile shyly at you and scratch the back of his head with his scomp link,

"I don't even know how to ask you this, but, would you maybe.... well could you maybe with your mouth, I mean, well... you know-"

"He wants a blowjob," Crosshair interrupted him impatiently.

As you answered him, Wrecker thrust his tongue into your cleft again, making you groan mid-sentence.

"Okay Echo come... haaaa.... come here oooh... take off your c-cod piece"

Echo's cheeks flushed red, as he stood up, came over to you and took off his cod piece. You leaned your hands against his thighs kissing him over the fabric and he let out a comfortable sigh.

With his real hand he caressed your face as you looked up at him pulling his blacks down a bit. His cock popped out from behind the fabric, the tip slightly red and swollen.

You kiss his tip and let your tongue slide down its length before letting out a moan as Wrecker busied himself fiercely with your clit.

Echo sighs, "Mesh'la, I've been dreaming about this for a while".

Your lips closed around his cock and your head bobbed back and forth, Wrecker's tongue makes you moan with Echo's cock in your mouth and the vibration makes Echo's thighs tremble.

Wrecker's wild tongue play pushes you to the edge of climax, your thighs tremble around his head and he growls into your pubic, "Almost got you"

Echo asks, "Oh Mesh'la, are you c-close".

His thighs tremble, just the thought of you having an orgasm soon, with his cock in your mouth, turns him on immensely.

"Me too," he says "Where do you want me to cum?"

You tap your mouth with a finger.

"In your mouth?" he asks incredulously.

You nod cautiously as you continue sucking him. His thighs tremble again.

"Oh mesh'la, that's perfect.... such a good girl," comes hoarsely from his lips.

Wrecker's tongue plays wildly with your clit one of his thick fingers slips gently into your cleft and your orgasm jerks through your pussy, rolling through your body and you moan violently around Echo's hard length and he pours his seed into your mouth with a deep sigh. Some of his cum spills over your lips as you try to swallow around his cock.

He quivers and moans as you gently release him from your mouth and lick his cock clean.

Echo caresses your face and and praises you, "Perfect, Mesh'la, absolutely perfect."

"Step aside" Crosshair growls "My turn".

Echo frowns unwillingly but steps aside and Crosshair takes his place.

Wrecker carefully slips out from between your legs and takes off his cod piece.

"That was tasty," he murmurs in amusement, unwrapping his hard length and beginning to pump it in his hand.

Crosshair asks you, "Ready for me, kitten?"

His cock hovers in front of your face, long and thick.

You blink but nod, licking your lips before licking him.

"Cyar'ika," Tech says a little hesitantly "Can I maybe... prepare your backdoor? If you're okay with that, I'd love to um penetrate your behind later"

Your cheeks heat up again, you nod and say, "Okay, Tech," before your lips close around Crosshair's cock.

Tech's eyes go wide, he quickly gets up and goes to his bunk to get appropria utensils.

"What about you?" asked Echo addressing Hunter.

Hunter was palming his cock through the fabric of his blacks, his eyes glued to your body.

"I can wait my turn," he said quietly.

@rintheemolion @andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99 @brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310 @misogirl828 @tech-deck @meshla-madalene @chxpsi @thebahdbitch @nahoney22 @ladykatakuri @urfriendlyneighbornightfury

#smut #dirty stuff #star wars #the bad batch #clonelove #tbb #clone force 99 #sw tbb #hunter smut #tech smut #crosshair smut #echo smut #wrecker smut #tbb smut #poly tbb #tbb poly #tbb poly smut #hunter #tech #echo #wrecker #crosshair #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #bad batch tech

[dangraccoon]

Oyuba’din - Chapter 27: Focus

Summary: As the Batch struggles with the loss of one of their own, Hunter tracks something the others can't see.

Warnings: discussion of major character death, grief, mention of torture and near death experiences

Author’s Note: Hope y'all don't hate me right now 😅 btw there’s going to be an epilogue 🤘

3 4?! chapters remain

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“‘How many time’s she’s’ what?” Hunter asked.

Sinya shook her head rapidly. “I said too much, I can’t-”

Hunter moved in close. “Tell us…now,” he growled.

The intimidation sunk into the twi’lek, and she appeared to become more uncomfortable by the second. She swallowed, her fingers fidgeting. 

“How many times she’s died.”

“She- that’s not possible,” Echo muttered, eyes wide.

“It’s a curse,” Sinya shrugged. “It happened when she was young. She doesn’t like to-”

“Unless she was resuscitated, it would have been impossible for her to have died,” Tech interjected.

Crosshair shook his head. “But that blaster shot she took before she was assigned to us; she couldn’t have survived that, right?” 

“I mean, she’s here, isn’t she?” Sinya replied. “Obi Wan told me about that one. It was pretty rough.” 

“You can say that again; that shot knocked her out of the frontlines for six weeks,” Echo scowled.

“We’re still not sure what she lost that time,” she hummed, mouth pulling into a tight line. “She won’t go through the list with me, not that she’s added anything to it recently anyway.”

“Jainey loses stuff, too? I lose stuff all the time,” Wrecker chuckled nervously, earning a sharp look from Hunter. 

“She doesn’t lose objects like that. She loses memories. Obi Wan told me that the first one she lost was of her first love.”

Tech cleared his throat. “Her-”

“That isn’t something I’ll tell you,” Sinya interrupted, her words forming a sharp edge. “That story is hers to tell if she wants.”

Wrecker shifted his weight between his feet, eyes trained at the floor. “What if she- will she forget us?”

“Wrecker-” Tech’s voice came, vague irritation along with it. 

“I don’t know,” Sinya answered, the corners of her mouth coming up in a reassuring smile. “But I don’t think she could forget you boys if she tried.” 

Wrecker nodded, a small grin matching hers. 

The rest of the recording included Sinya saying her goodbyes and a brief squabble over taking watches. 

“So it’s true then; she has to come back. She’s cursed to come back,” Crosshair rasped, his voice still shaky, as he combed Jaine’s hair away from her face, her head in his lap. “She has to come back.”

“Cuir’ika,” Tech said, his voice low. “We cannot begin to understand how this supposed curse works, or if it exists at all.”

“She has to come back,” Crosshair repeated, making it clear that he wasn’t listening to his twin any longer. 

Tech sighed, pulling himself to his feet. Camp had been made here at the bank of the river, despite Tech pointing out that it was not an ideal place to set up, even for a short period of time. But there was no moving his brother. 

Tech walked the short distance to the small shelter Hunter and Wrecker set up.

“Still won’t budge?” Hunter asked, already knowing the answer. 

Tech gave a small nod. “His vitals show no sign of deterioration, even if he seems to be in shock.”

Hunter hummed an acknowledgment. 

“Have Echo and Wrecker had any luck finding a signal?”

Hunter sighed. “Last he checked in, he was trying to find a tall tree to climb. We managed to get a partial message through to Cody, but it wasn’t much.”

Tech nodded. For the first time since- well, ever in his life, everything seemed still. The numerous sounds that always surrounded him, constantly pulling him in and whipping his brain into a faster pace, seemed to be somewhat quieter now. He could still hear them if he listened; the rush of the water flowing down the river, the leaves rustling as the wind shook their branches, Crosshair’s quiet, reassuring mantra. 

“You look tired,” Hunter noted, having watched Tech’s eyes close as he concentrated on what he could hear. “You should rest.”

“I have the most training in field medical aid out of the rest of us,” Tech replied. “I should be alert if anything were to happen.”

“Tech-”

“I am fine, Hunter,” Tech asserted as he began to tap rapidly at his data pad. 

Hunter sighed heavily. “Tech, don’t you think it’s time you stopped lying to me?”

“I am not-” Tech began, but was cut off by the tired incredulous look on Hunter’s face. 

“We’ve never…lost one of our own,” Hunter lamented, his eyes focusing on Crosshair by the riverbank. “Years of testing and training and torture, hundreds of missions, too many close calls, but we made it through it all. But now…”

Tech watched as Hunter’s eyes squeezed closed, noticed the way his jaw and fists clenched, saw his shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, heard his breaths quicken. He always had to see the details- all of the details. He put it together in his head; it had been a long time since he had seen these tiny clues on his eldest brother. Hunter was scared- terrified, really. 

“Sol’ika,” Tech whispered, knowing it would be loud enough for his brother to hear. “This is not your fault.”

Before Hunter could begin to respond, a small ping sounded from his vambrace, followed by a shout from Wrecker, not far away.  

“It’s Cody,” he said, standing up. 

“Sergeant,” Cody greeted, the sound of blaster fire and explosions in the background.  “Heard you boys are out on Damussa, but you said this was urgent?”

“Yes, sir,” Hunter uttered. His heart had dropped into his boots and his mouth felt drier than the sands of Tatooine. “Commander, Is the General available? This message concerns both of you.”

“We’re a bit busy,” Cody hummed, his head snapping towards some sound that barely came through the static. “Can this possibly wait?”

“Commander, it’s-”

Another explosion sounded through the comm, followed by a crash and a loud grunt.

“Hello dear,” Obi Wan’s voice dripped like honey. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Sergeant Hunter, you’ve got your window now. Make it quick.”

Hunter tried to steady his breath. “General Kenobi, sir. It’s J-...I regret to inform you that Lieutenant Vale-”

The words choked in his throat, the air in his lungs seemed to turn to lead. 

Through the static of the signal, the blaster fire, the bombs, Hunter could make out Kenobi’s faint voice. “Jainera?”

The line continued with simply the background noise of war.

“Thank you for informing us, Hunter,” Obi Wan finally answered, his voice a schooled calm, but lacking its usual character. “We are less remote and will have better luck getting a message through to Sinya on Coruscant. Stay safe, Sergeant.”

With that, the line cut, and Hunter sank back down onto the log he’d been occupying before, praying to gods he couldn’t believe in for…someone- anyone to guide him through this.

Starlight, a quiet voice hummed in his ears, causing his whole body to tense up. His hair stood on end as his eyes darted around.

“Hunter?” Tech questioned, but his voice seemed distant.

Relax, the voice called again.

Hunter scowled as he stood up, eyes searching the area. He couldn’t see anyone - or anything - that could be calling to him like this. He was vaguely aware of Tech vying for his attention, asking if he was okay or what he was hearing, but right now he could hear a threat and he needed to gather information.

I’m no threat, Starlight.

Hunter just about growled, somewhat startling Tech.

“Hunter,” he repeated, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder, following his line of sight towards Crosshair and Jaine.

“There,” Hunter breathed, slowly approaching the riverbank. The unshakable focus in his expression and the way his stance adjusted reminded Tech of a predator stalking some prey, and not for the first time.

Thanks for reading! - River

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Those Who Fight Together p. 16

Summary: Reapers back and everyone learns how much she means to the team, hints at the future

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, emotional burst, implied breeding kink, momentarily soft Crosshair,

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Crosshair squinted at him wondering if they were on the same page or not, Tech shrugged "Do you want me to remove Echo from the room for you?" Apparently we're not. Crosshair groaned. You looked towards both of them... Oh. You rolled your eyes attempting to leave them to figure it out when you felt Cross push you against the wall gently holding the back of your head and waist.

"Cross-" you started feeling him stop, "I didn't mean-" you felt his lips hovering maybe an inch away from yours, "so if you did..."

"I know," he whispered, "I didn't, Kair'ta. I... am sorry I made you feel like that," the apology stuck in his throat, "I am loyal to the Republic. It felt... wrong... I did like it..." he offered, "it wasn't pride... I couldn't risk having you choose Slick instead..."

Tech openly stared listening to every word and would have never guessed that Crosshair could verbally apologize let alone explain himself. She really has had an effect on all of us.

"Don't get me wrong I like being the one in charge but I will give you the reigns if you want them eventually, just not this time.. if you ever want too.... again with me," Tech jaw fell open at the vulnerability quickly backing out of the holding area.

"Crosshair..." you said putting your hands to his face feeling the cut of his nose down to the cut of his cheeks to his jaw, "It hurt a lot... but I do understand.. I just wanted to apologize for pulling your ear."

Crosshair let out a sharp cruel laugh, "We disobeyed your orders.. knowing it could conflict with what you needed to do and you wanted to apologize?" You never needed to apologize to me, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"But first-" he said letting his tongue move down your neck to his spot, kissing it for a few moments to give you time tell him stop before he continued. He took your skin gently his lips still waiting but it didn't come, he gently weaved his fingers through your hair tipping your head back gently so he could get a better angle to his teeth.

"Maybe you are getting soft on me scrawny?" You whispered playfully.

"I'm anything but soft," he smiled, "just let me take my time with you if you'll have me."

"You don't need-" to ask.

"Yes I do," You gave him a nod of understanding, "Move, Echo for me," he said into his com.

Tech peaked still seeing the uncomfortable tenderness of him, briskly walking passed them into the room moving a still extremely sloshed Echo to his bunk, "You're clear." He checked on Wrecker before returning to his research about effective relationship communication.

Crosshair gently recalled you from the wall tugging you room, "I do have one request" he asked listening you to make a little hmm sound, "Dance with me again," he saw the corner of your mouth twitch but your hands move out waiting.

"What's with you and dancing?" you questioned.

"I'm not much for words, dance is a silent way to communicate," he answered plainly, taking your hands pulling you to him, "I wish you could see this.." he whispered wrapping one hand towards him having your hand between your hearts touching his chest.

"I don't need my eyes to tell me how you feel," you said squeezing his hand, laughing when you noticing the outline of him become a little more clearer.

"What's funny?" He asked worried he was the joke.

"Vision got slightly better," you said laughing more looking at him.

"Your eyes must like me" Crosshair said cockily. He started swaying leaning his forehead down, "I haven't share my toothpicks with anyone... ever," he admitted the intimacy making his skin crawl. Crosshair had never been a touchy person even as a child preferring his privacy and personal space even as an adult after physical encounters he was accustomed to just being carnal and leaving not bothered with the intimacy so forcing himself to open felt like he was betraying every fiber of himself.

"Vulnerably is a new look for you," you said feeling the unease, "I don't think you need to worry, no one would believe me if I told them," you admitted, "I adore your effort," you said before colliding lips tugging on his gently. Listening to him slowly undo his armor setting in on the edge of the bed as to not break the kiss before he slowly worked on yours growling slightly as he had to pause to pull your shirt over your head. You let your fingers find the hem of his shirt tugging it up until he finally took it off. Your fingers mapped his slender body finding muscles, bones and aged scars.

He lowered you with his mouth as he carefully took of your pants supporting you with one arm and tugging them off the other refusing to take off his own. You tried to complain but he quickly silenced you, "Shh.. Kair'ta, you have to be patient." Crosshair delicately picked you up and moved you onto the bed using your tattoos as a guide for his fingers slowly trailing them up your body before quickly grabbing the restraints his hid next to his armor pulling your arms above your head attaching them to the discreet connector above your head, "Just incase," he smiled. He moved his lips down your throat gently nipping it with his teeth careful to not leave any other marks as he went.

"Crosshair..." you pulled against the restraints your body feeling the static with every touch sending a course of anticipation through you.

"Don't make me gag you," he purred moving further down, "Although you might beg me too." Your body writhed to his words for a moment, "So predictable," he mumbled. His mouth opened letting his tongue ran down your soaked folds applying delicate pressure to your clit, "I think I know what you need," he smiled. You felt the bed move, he lean up and put his face in-front of yours letting you watch the outline of tongue run around his mouth, "an audience," he whispered smirking. He left the room leaving the door open as you looked to see if anyone was awake besides Tech, he groaned noting all of them were still out. Great. He grabbed a tooth pick of the storage cabinet knowing this could easily into a debate before going over to Tech who sitting over a couple datapads looking at relationship advice, it took everything in him not to snort. Crosshair tapped Tech on the goggles pulling him out of his research, "Watch."

He watched Tech fiddle with his goggles before looking up at him, "I am not sure if that is wise, if the others-"

"Di'kut," Crosshair said walking back towards the room, "They can clean up after themselves," it took a moment before he heard him following after him. He smirked walking into the room combing his hair with his hands, "You're lucky the other's are asleep or everyone would be watching," he cooed putting himself back between your legs. Crosshair run his hands down your sides leaving his hands on your hips after giving a quiet snap at Tech and pointing on the spot next to you on the bed, "sit."

Your body felt like it was shaking on the inside, very nerve straining against the anticipation of his touches. He moved one hand to your thigh gently stroking up it working his thumb into the muscle in small circles seeing your inner thigh twitch. You felt his mouth move down your mound trailing it with kisses as until you felt his lips make contact with your waiting need giving it a small tug before circling his tongue around you. You felt his other hand slowly working his way down.

Tech watched in fascination at way Crosshair worked your body anticipating every reaction to his touch. He pulled on his personal datapad staring at the extremely heighten heart rate before putting it away. He looked back at you watching the way your lips parted as you started breathing more rapidly, watching you bite your lip and your back arch up. Tech peaked at what Crosshair was doing, two plunged inside and his mouth barely resting on you letting his tongue do the work. She look's so beautiful like this, ethereal even. He look up to find your arm's shaking, fingers curling and uncurling rapidly and your eyes falling closed. The amount of restraint to touch not her... After a couple moments he heard Crosshair's hand smack against the side your ass with a sharp pitched moan following.

"I know you can be louder then that," Crosshair growled letting teeth graze against you slowly inserting another finger while removing his mouth to look down at how covered his fingers were, "Maker, you are delicious," he said to himself feeling you clench harder around his fingers. He left his fingers inside one stroking the sweet spot and the other two pumping inside you making his mouth slowly work it's way up to your stomach purposely leaving a couple faint marks on it. He towered himself over your body, one hand supporting him and one still waiting to send you over the edge. He kissed your eyes before touching your forehead with his own. "I'm surprised I can be gentle," he whispered, "Think it's time to let you cum?" he asked, "or do I need to make sure you barely remember your name?" he purred.

"Crosshair," you begged, your head was light and your body was burning and the heat getting turned up with every touch.

His gripped tighten on your throat, "Careful, I can do this until everyone is sober," he murmured speeding up his fingers, "You know I can do this all day and night if you beg."

"Crosshair..." you begged again your breast starting to ache.

He saw the twist in your chest understanding what you needed, he traced his tongue all the way down latching onto your nipple with his teeth gently tugging it. They watched as you came undone, shaking and screaming before your eyes rolled back. Crosshair felt the flood wash across his wrist and around his fingers. Smiling he kissed your nipple and slowly removing both of his hands staring at the coating on fingers, he smirked seeing the barely conscious look on your face as he used the coating to write 'C' across your abdomen, "Such a beautiful canvas," he purred reaching for the towel and wiped the rest off his finger chuckling when he noticed the pruning, "It's going to take her a couple minutes," he said flicking his eyes to Tech before getting off the bed to crack his knuckles and stretch.

"She really enjoyed that," Tech whispered.

"I've had my fair share of practice," Crosshair grunted remembering what Tech said about having drunk enough for a life time, "but yes she did. Hopefully you learned something."

"Restraint," Tech offered.

"Funny."

Tech saw you lift your head then crash back down into the pillow, "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Tender."

"Good because I've only just started," Crosshair smiled undoing the restraint from the bed watching your hands go straight to your boobs and squeeze, "I didn't say you could touch yourself."

"Crosshair" you complained.

"Someone needs to learn patience," he scolded flipping you over on your stomach pressing his hand between your shoulder blades shoving your chest further into the bed, the other hand coming hard down across your ass cheek leaving a tiny red mark before rubbing it gently with his hand. He motioned for Tech to move onto the pillow, blink he moved and Crosshair handed him the restraints, "Hold these."

Tech held on to them one handed, the other rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, "I take it we'll be here for awhile?"

"Depends on how much she wants or can take," Crosshair said with a coy smile.

"I mean it has been a while," you offered.

"8 rotations to be exact, take these I will be back," Tech offered Crosshair the restraints back.

"Where are you going?" He said arching an eyebrow.

"I am going to grab myself a mild sedative and prepare one for Hunter if the filter isn't enough."

"No."

"Why not? Given the last time we had relations I was... well you are aware I didn't get to use my full time. Also if all three of us of are aroused the filter might not be able-."

"Drop it," Crosshair growled annoyed that he had a point.

"I don't think-," Tech started as you gently tugged the restraints, "Yes?" he asked.

"Trust, Crosshair," Tech fiddled with his goggles but compiled.

"Now we're going to have some fun," Crosshair purred, "if you're ready you're going keep his cock in that pretty little mouth to keep quiet," you could feel your heartbeat starting to pound in your lower half, "Such a good girl getting herself ready for me," Crosshair said looking at the wetness on your thighs. He pull his pants down and off, "Maybe if you behave, I'll actually cum in you," he taunted grabbing your ass and slamming his cock into you hearing a quiet moan escape you, "You can remind me that I have a filthy mouth later when yours isn't getting stuffed."

Tech could feel his eyes started go burn as he quickly started taking things off, "If you want too," he said taking the restraints off allowing you to freely touch him and take him out, "Of course I will not force-" his breathing hitch as you pulled down his blacks taking him into your mouth, "Osik.." he whispered as you pressed against him harder as your hands traced his abs. His hand went to your head as Crosshairs thrust got rougher forcing you to bob even harder on him in attempts to help steady you to prevent you from choking on him. 

You felt Crosshair's finger tips press into you pulling you to him with every thrust having you take all of him. Tech was attempting to be gentle as he touched you, but you could feel the animal in him waking up. You spread your legs further for Crosshair which added just a little more tension, "Trying to kill me with how tight you are," he growled stopping mid thrust for a moment to keep himself from spilling due to how perfectly you were taking him.

You laughed around Tech and he bucked further into your throat a little more precum slipping out. You felt him start shaking as put your hand the base gently stroking him, "Reaper..." he panted his head burning with the need to finish. Tech slowly started to rut himself into your mouth trying to match the pace of which you were bobbing him down. No, control yourself. He stopped moving and removed your hand and brought his leg up purposely making himself uncomfortable but also giving you a place to rest your face on. Tech leaned he head back looking down at you on him, "patience," he muttered to himself. Tech noticed the offer of your hand pointing at his face, "Not- yet," he strained out.

Crosshair growled annoyed at his restraint, scooting you back towards him forcibly taking Tech out of your mouth, "Pathetic," he said rolling you over. His fingers curled around your breast pulling it to him with every bounce. "Kair'ta-" he hunched over you as he continued pumped his seed into you watching the blissful expression on your face. He smirked pulling himself out watching how much came out with him, "I do know how to make a mess," he joked, his fingers moving to the puddle using it to sign his name across your hips under his previously 'C'.

"Did you just-" Tech said staring.

"Shut up," Crosshair breathed, you want to impregnate her and I want to claim her as mine in every way so no one else touches her, make her say only my name, make her smell like me, have her get wet for just me. We're not the same. "Do you mind?" he whispered in your ear laying next to you.

"No at all," you admitted, "You're very territorial."

"What's mine is mine," he agreed, "Why did you stop?" He said glaring up at Tech.

"I personally prefer to orgasm simultaneously when possible. Your thrust were to erratic to predict when she was going too so it presented a chance to test my self control."

"I'll clean her up," Crosshair scowled.

"Don't bother, I planned on pushing you out before she had time to soak," Tech quickly slide himself down taking his place between your legs, "You really liked that," he said examining how dilated your eyes were letting his fingers wrapping around your wrist checking your pulse manually. He pulled your arm to his mouth kissing up to where the implant was, "one day," he whispered kissing the area when he suddenly stared down it then you noting the mischievous grin on your face, "Cyar'ika," he groaned leaning down over you letting skin touch. He closed his eyes resting them his mind cascading with need, questions and heat. Unable to restrain the pain in his cock he plunged it in part of the tension melting, as predicted with a small liquidation sound more had dripped out. Tech smiled pushing himself all the way to top, his kiss tip kissing the top of you, "You're internal temperature is adequate," he said bringing your legs to shoulders, "however I think I need to remind you I'm the best specimen."

You gasped as he forcibly brought your knees to your shoulders the motion making a trail wetness go down your stomach, "Tech..."  you let out when he brought your arm back to his mouth latching hard onto it with his teeth until you yelped. You giggled hearing Crosshair sit up smack the back of his head, "careful," then proceed lay back down weaving his fingers through your hand. Crosshair gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. You could feel the annoyance towards his brother and the tenderness towards you he kept underneath

Tech glared at him before kissing around the visible teeth marks. You felt him start lightly thrusting the drag of your walls slowing him down, "so tight," he whispered moving his hand down from your face to your breast watching the micro expressions change, "and sensitive," he said arching an eyebrow, moving to fingers to the hardening area gently rubbing you between them. He felt you push against him trying to squish him out but he pushed harder into it. Tech repositioned his knees for a firmer stance, "I should done this when I saw how he looked at you..." he breathed, "and touched you," he added with a small growl.

"Are you still jealous?" you poked.

That clipped the last string of his self control. He pulled almost all of the way out of you before slamming in as hard he could, "Yes," he gridded out. He felt your hand on his face and he leaned into it, "I... despised seeing how close the two of you were," he said once the calmness graced him. He continued to his toughness watching the grip you had with the hand interlaced Crosshairs slowly tighten. "He treated you like a queen,  worshipping you entirely. The realization of how we failed not just as a squad but as your partners, it was... devastating to say the least" Tech whispered leaning low forcing himself to slow down to controlled slow and long thrust.

"This is my temple," you reminded.

He gently pressed his mouth to the front of your throat as he continued to work you until his face found his favourite pillows keeping his face rested there. Tech enjoyed the intimacy so much even if it unnerved him, it was reassuring that hear your heartbeat. A tear tried to escape him feeling you under him alive, he wrapped his arms under your back holding you tightly.

You brought your fingers to the band of Tech's goggles pausing for a moment to see if he would stop you before you tugged them off, sighing at the relief of them no longer digging into you. It was peaceful, Tech holding onto you while thrusting slowly and even Crosshair had taken up nuzzling into your neck not that you would ever call it that to his face. Your hand combed through Tech's hair and your other hand tugged Crosshair's hand closer.

"Why didn't they tell us you were alive?" Crosshair whispered letting out a small groan knowing his mouth once again attempted to ruin the moment. 

This time it was Tech turn to have his arm popped out hitting him in the back of the head before moving it back to the mid of your back, "I- don't know," Tech stopped at the comment to look at you in puzzlement, "Really?"

You took a deep breath, "They may have assumed Echo at least knew."

"Plausible, however they should have been more forthcoming with the crystals function."

"I concur," Crosshair said begrudgingly, "Now focus.... Should have just slapped a sobering patch on Echo," he mumbled to himself.

Tech scowled returned his gentle rutting, "Patience," he threw back at him before returning his face to your chest, pressing his lips into the soft skin wiggling it causing a fresh mark.

Your hand pressed into him feeling both the pleasure but tension starting, your fingers found his hips holding them for a second, "What is it, Tech?" He didn't answer but his thrust had slowed until came to a complete stop. Forcibly you lifted up his head when your chest started feeling wet seeing the red, "Tech?"

"Apologies, it seems my emotions are catching up to the moment. I need a brief intermission to collect myself," he said weakly pulling out lining your face with kisses before moving to the end of the bed just observing her breathing not even bother trying to hide the fact he was crying. It didn't matter where he hid on the ship you would know. Airing the pain of his jealousy made everything feel more raw and fresh. He saw something warm fall over Crosshair, the callous man curled up closer to you. No words were spoken but Tech respected Crosshair silence. A sad smile tinged at his lips, he raised his hand to his forehead as a physical reminder that he should be here in the present not in his mind.

Crosshairs breath was hot against your neck, it was comforting to have him close, "Why did you share today?" Tech's comment pulled both of them of their thoughts. Ire laced Crosshair's face as he flicked his eyes to him for a moment because it was obvious, "We're all hurting," was all he said letting the ire fade to mild irritation realizing it was an honest question and according to the rules no one was allowed to ask him to share on his days and he stated he more than likely would never ask.

You could barely see him but you let your fingers trace the tattoo around his eye before falling to the locket around your neck smiling, "I had to save them," you whispered noting the loners silence except for the tiny squeeze.

"Finish then leave," Crosshair growled before dropping your hand getting out of the bed just slipping into his shorts before heading over to the cockpit to wait.

Tech sighed wiping the drying stains off his face before returning himself between your legs letting his hand trial down your body kneading it as he went, "I assume there is a conversation that needs to be had, do you wish to resume or pick this up at a later date?" he asked cautiously.

"Crosshair said finish, I think he needs to figure out what to say."

"I will require some encouragement on the subject," he said flatly, his mind kept distracting him from your beautiful form in front of him.

You sat up grabbing the outline of the his hand pulling him back towards you, moving to put both your hands on the side of his face nuzzling him with your forehead before kissing him letting your lips slowly trail off to the side finding his throat. Returning the favor of claiming him as one hand went down to his growing cock gently stroking it, "I love how flustered you get," you whispered.

"I would not have considered myself sexually desirable prior to meeting you nor realized my.. proclivity. I still do not fathom your appeal of myself however I am grateful for it. I will always be flustered by your beauty in my presence especially knowing you crave me in the way I do you. I will never be able to thank Asclepios enough but I'd spend a life time trying."

"I rather you spend it accepting how I feel about you," nudging him towards your entrance, "Trust me, you'll know one day."

A puzzled looked flashed across his face at the two word reference, he looked down at your body studying every inch of it before bringing his eyes back into yours as he pushed himself into you, "I know," he whispered before crashing his hips into you hard enough to leave bruises with every stroke. Tech couldn't hear anything the buzzing into his head nor anything except the pleasure coursing through him ignoring the faint trickle from where your nails dug into the back his shoulders. "Cyar'ika," he moaned feeling the swift drop coming. He pressed his mouth into yours muffled your shared screams while his hands moving to your face holding it gazing at you until the tremors had stopped before letting go, "I'll tell Crosshair bring in the Bacta." Tech pulled himself out grabbing his goggles putting them on, "You look like a divine creature when I'm dripping out of you," at least I think I know.

"You're loud," Crosshair grumbled leaning against the wall as Tech walked out, "Go check on Hunter."

Crosshair took a depth breath still not prepared for this conversation but being the soldier he is he walked it sat between your legs wiping you up before coating you lightly with bacta. After he placed the towel under you, he watched you sit up and look at him. "I cried," the traitorous words escaped him before had time to wait to see if you were going to speak. Crosshair let the expression on his face turn to ice, "You are my home." Even if you didn't understand what he meant, it still gave him a shred of relief to get some of the weight off his chest, "When we fight, we fix it before the mission. Always." Because at any moment I could lose you or you. "I can proceed without you but only on those terms." Because I can't bare the burden of possibly being the reason twice.

You pulled him into you, "I accept those terms." You felt Crosshair become a loth cat, putting your head on his chest and his appendages caging you to him. He seemed to relax as his warmth pressed against yours, flesh to flesh.

Crosshair lapsed back into his stoic silence contemplating if there was anything further to say, "Crosshair?" he let out a little hmm at his name, "You were the first thought I had when she put me back together." Not Wolffe, not Hunter, Not Echo... Me. His hand gently stroked your head not knowing what else to say because thank you didn't seem appropriate enough. You were alive, that's all that mattered to him in the moment. He looked up finding a very sloshed Echo in the door way smiling, he growled but didn't tell him to leave. Crosshair almost felt guilty for telling Tech to leave. He knew all of them were hurting beyond what was excepted of them, a piece of them had died, the regs would have just moved on shoved the loss aside but for them it had festered under the surface with the silent question of was it their fault.

"Get Tech," Crosshair gridded out uncurling himself from around you moving back down to lay next to you. His hand moved to the locket again just holding it whether you continued to live or came to your end or they came to theirs you would at least have a piece of them with you for all of time. Tears prickled at his vision again, he dropped the locket burying his face in the crook of your neck not wanting them to notice.

"I didn't like sleeping alone," you whispered.

"You'll never sleep alone again, Riduur," Echo mumbled as Tech finished helping him back to the bed.

"I have a feeling I won't be left alone for a while."

"You assume correctly," Tech confirmed taking his favourite position laying on your chest as they took each of your sides, "Wrecker and Hunter should be awake momentarily depending on their patches."

"Riduur?" Echo mumbled.

"Yes?"

"I missed you..." you chuckled hearing him sleepily say before passing back out.

"It will only be a matter of time before Wolffe-" Crosshair elbowed Tech for bringing him up, "I was going to say we should lavish this time before it is interrupted," he heard Crosshair make a little hmph.

Hunter touched his neck feeling the patch and the immediate headache, how much did I drink? He looked over finding Wrecker face first on the floor with a patch but still asleep. At least there wasn't going to be a lingering hang over. Wobbly he got up hearing them in the bedroom. He crossed his arms smiling at the scene, they all looked so peaceful and it was a welcome changed from the week they had before chuckling at the fading arousal in the air. He could smell the slight change from the combination of fluids, glad Tech and Crosshair had relaxed. Hunter watched Tech carefully rolled over his back touching Crosshairs legs as he held on one of your legs and stomach offering Hunter your other legs to be close to you. Something new. Sluggishly Hunter stripped down to his black and crawled to the spot, getting a nose full of your scent. He sucked a small deep mark on your leg before letting his face rest on it.

"You good Hunter," Crosshair said slyly noticing the shift in his legs, taunting him just because he felt in the mood to depravely torture someone.

"Just fine," Hunter trained his eyes everywhere except where his body yearned to be knowing he was being baited.

Crosshair trialed his finger down your chest letting them graze your perky buds, smirking into your ear, "I could keep you to myself," he whispered knowing it was loud enough for Hunter to hear, "Or should I let him have a taste?" Crosshair let his teeth graze your ear hearing you let out a shaky breath.

"In a mood, An'edee?" you whispered bringing your hand to his finely pointy jaw letting your thumb trail along his bottom lip. You felt him taking your thumb into his  mouth living up to an'edee biting your thumb, "You tell me," he leered, "I don't like sharing, I should at least get something out of it."

"A bigger ego?" Tech snarked, "I didn't think it inflate further."

"You're just mad my cock is bigger," Crosshair bantered back.

"Knock it off," Hunter growled.

"Hair in knots?" Crosshair chuckled, "One, Hunter."

Tech untangled himself from your leg temporarily stealing Wrecker's spot which jostled Echo enough to finally wake him. Echo gently brought is scoop to your face gently stroking  your cheek. Crosshair grinned seeing the dilation in Hunter's eye before his eye twitched remembering what happened last time they were all aroused.

"There's a filter, Crosshair," Hunter growled seeing the contemplation on his face per usually he just squinted before returning his attention back to you taking a handful of your breast in his hand putting his face back in your neck. Hunter pulled himself up sniffing your hair, the perfect smell engulfing him.

"Enjoying sniffing me like a flower?" while having one hand still in Crosshairs the one you had free you brought it to Hunter's face hearing a faint groan as he rubbed his check into it, "We both know I'm not that fragile."

"We know, you managed take Wrecker," Crosshair snickered.

"Technically-"

"Shut up," Echo cut in.

Hunter hated having the audience, he attempted to drown them out by focusing his senses on you. The slight goosebumps as his hand moved down you, the soft tender skin of your lips against his and how your breathing changed as his thumb rubbed your hip bone. When you stopped to take a breath he moved his mouth to your ear, "Taking care of my men, General?" he leered hearing your heart rate pick up, "Are they taking care of you?" he whispered lower nipping at your ear, "Can I take care of myself with you," the words came out a growl at the smell of the arousal seeping out and how softly your breathing tried to contain itself excitement.

"Yes you may," you breathed after making him wait a few moments.

"So mean, Mesh'la," this time he made you wait by taking off his blacks, letting his hand trail your  curves as he teased your entranced coating himself. The liquid warmth he swiped on his tip was enough to rattle his breath as he sunk himself in you, "Maybe should have let them go a couple more times," a quick breath escaped him with the grip you had him. He kissed down your jaw enjoying feeling you adjust to him, smirking as he pushed every button to get your body to relax for him. One arm holding him up and the other gently squeezing and releasing your breast, Hunter matched his pace of his strokes to the squeezes watching you squirm under him. He hated sharing but it came with its advantages, he took his hand off of you putting Echo's hand in his place bringing his hand down to your pulsing clit making slowly deliberate circles as he started picking up his pace.

"Be a good girl, make him cum," Crosshair whispered kissing your neck feeling the tiny shiver run through.

Hunter slowed for a second feeling you flutter around him, he moved his finger faster knowing the moment you came it would make him too with the stimulation already teetering to be to much. He closed your eyes listening to very moan and whimper using them as indicators on what he needed to speed up or slow down.

"Kriff," he muttered feeling you spasm hard on him, "So close," he whispered feeling your hand wrap around the back of his neck and bringing him back to your mouth. Hearing his name whispered in between interlocking lips cause him to fold first but didn't stop until you followed even when it made him feel over sensitive. He looked at your happy half lidded eyes at him hand tracing the tattoo on his face suddenly feeling better, it was an odd sensation and odder to see the tint appear on your hand, "Reaper.." he felt your hand cover his lip and brought him down to your chest.

"I'm okay, Hunter," you whispered feeling his anxiousness thumbing his tattooed cheek feeling him relax. You smiled feeling him soften inside as he kissed your collarbones pulling out.

Faintly you heard him sniffing you more, "You smell... different," he admitted, "barely."

"Is it bad?"

"No," he said kissing down your hip grabbing the towel Crosshair handed him setting it under you, "Wreckers awake." All of you heard his heavy footsteps approach.

"Guess that's what I get for drinking so much," Wrecker chucked, "Tech, gimme my spot ya twig, you can't be as comfy as a pillow as me."

"We've been taking turns," Crosshair grumbled, "one."

"Crosshair sharing? Did ya make a note of that?" He smiled shooing Hunter reluctantly from the spot.

"I will afterwards."

"Shut up," Crosshair growled, "Share with Echo, my ability to tolerant all of you is wearing thin," he said turning your face towards him kissing you nibbling on your lip, "I want you to myself for the rest of the evening," he whispered.

"It's your night, Cross."

"Her and Echo are hot together," Wrecker shrugged.

Echo's cheek flamed, "I know he's hot," he heard you chime in. Hunter helped you flip over letting Echo roll under you. "Hey, Riduur," he smiled his hand caressing the side of your face, "You're happy." It was an odd sensation, the intrinsic feeling wondering where his emotions ended and yours began.

"You have no idea," you purred, you brought one hand back covering the one Wrecker's had on your hip and the other stayed on Echo's relay, "I live for my squad and I will die for this squad," you said staring into his eyes, "Nothing less will take me from any of you."

Crosshair felt his stomach in his throat at the sentiment and truth because that is the only way any of them could move on afterwards. His head started hurting, he lean over and kissed the top of your head before leaving to go sit in the Cockpit in attempt to be alone annoyed when Hunter followed him, "Go away," he growled when Hunter sat across from him.

"She loves you, Crosshair," Hunter reminded.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he retorted sticking a tooth pick in his mouth.

"I think she rather you be in there then out here. You're not one for vulnerability but she needs us."

"She has us."

"Crosshair."

"Her comment, she knows how she dies. It's for us," he gnawed on the tooth pick a harder, "it's not hard to piece together, I don't want to ask."

Hunter considered Crosshairs words before standing up and putting a hand on his shoulder watching him squat at it, "She won't tell us anyway, let's go back. Wrecker's almost done."

"Hunter, what did you mean her smell is different?"

Wreckers fingers dug into your waist holding it still as his cock slide in and out of you, "Agh- you feel- so good." Wrecker stared down the jiggle of your ass as he slammed his pelvis against it, "built so kriffin good." He chuckled against the non sense words coming out of your mouth, "Good lil bunny," he worked himself faster into you feeling the bed shake faintly. Once he heard Echo tap out Wrecker let himself paint your ass with his white ropes. He pulled your knees down forcing you lay on Echo, "So beautiful," he smiled grabbing the half soaked towel wiping you off tossing it into the corner of the room scowling at Tech's scolding the lack of use of the tiny hamper on the other side of the bed. Wrecker laid down seeing your face looking at him with a dumbstruck smile, he slapped your ass watching you twitch on Echo, "Ha I could enjoy this."

"Wrecker, you did," Tech pointed you.

"I meant again later."

"Why didn't you just say it that way?"

You ignored both of them just enjoying the feeling of floating laying in Echo, feeling him weakly lace his fingers through yours. Even that sensation was enough to make you squirm again. Wrecker moved besides you giving your back a light massage with his finger tips enjoying you melt into liquid at the muscle tension leaving your body. You wiggled a little bit getting comfy when Wrecker picked you up placing you in his lap.

"Ha, Echo got to look at you. My turn," he said caressing your legs, "I think I'm the only one who believed you were fine."

"You were," Tech said bluntly, "Non the less it was a happy surprise."

"Do you remember it?" Crosshair said walking back in and sitting at the end of the bed.

Tech glared at him, "Really?" he grumbled.

"Falling endlessly then nothing before she woke me up. Why?"

"Nothing," he said staring into the wall as if it held all of the answers in the galaxy if he just stared hard enough.

Wrecker moved to caress your head also glaring at him, "Maybe it's a good thing you don't remember, it probably hurt."

Echo kissed up your leg, "Am I kicked out of the room for the night?" he asked.

Crosshair griped a noise, soon enough Hunter was going to hear his tender side anyway and poke at him for it so it wouldn't make a difference. He tried to open his mouth before he was cut off "I'll be in the bunk room, I think I can survive one more night," Crosshair blinked but saw the silent conversation being played out. You wanted to be alone with him, a smile tried to twitch his lips but he shoved it down, "Shower?"

Wrecker helped you up grudgingly gave you to Crosshair. He felt how sticky your skin was, "Think all of you should shower too."

"No kidding," Echo rolled his eyes.

Crosshair kept you tucked in his arm as he guided you to the refresher around various discarded armor parts, grumbled something about organization and cleanliness. He swatted your fingers as you tried to grab the scrub. Desolate fingers traced your skin reminding themselves of every inch they could reach as he rested his chin on your shoulder inhaling your smell. His noise wasn't as refined as Hunter's but he couldn't detect a change audibly making a hmm sound as he traced the helmets forever captured on your spine. Once he thought it was a horrible idea because they would long be gone before you. Letting his fingers trial the song forever etched making them apart of you, entwined forever even after death. Crosshair's eyes began to sting as they ached to release his cooped pain and relief. He pulled you to him, arms stretched around you tight enough to make him question if he was suffocating you. The embrace anchored him enough to hold it together, he finished scrubbing you grumbling about erasing his name. He thumbed your lip before kissing it as he turned off the shower. Leaving the bathroom the scattered armor was gone and their was fresh bedding along with the silk sheet he picked. He let out a quick breath as your hands touch his body in kind, trailing up his chest out to finger before working their way back to legs. It was intimate, there was no lust in the touches just relishing in the familiarity.

"I missed you An'edee," you breathed one arm around his waist and the other around his neck, "Why didn't say anything for so long?" you whispered.

"I didn't know if we were.." he trailed off, feeling you move his hand to your tattoo then to a section under your ribs, "Did you know Reef was going to have too?"

"I speculated. You're loyal Crosshair, to loyal for your own good and more then any of them will ever know."

The statement made Crosshair's brain swim, To loyal for my own good? More then they know? Before he had time to question it you had pulled his chest tight to you, "Was I really the first?" He felt you nodded into his chest, "What was the last...?"

"Wondering if you all could forgive me if I died saving the regs."

"Echo's a reg," he said quietly, "We were to busy blaming ourselves."

"What?" you asked pulling up and staring at him.

"If we weren't on the shuttle their might have been enough room."

"If I would have died, none of you should have blamed yourselves. You hear me Hunter, none of you absolutely farking none of you. You were all there for a reason, I don't know why but you were. Even if none of you were there wouldn't have been enough room and I still would have had to do it. Make sure they know that" you started crying pulling back into him, you knew Crosshair wasn't the most comforting person but he would just let you hold him and let it out.

Unbeknownst to him, he started rocking you as he stroked your back. He wrapped his leg around you pulling you against his form, "I missed you," he whispered pulling you tighter trying to hide the fact his own tears were started to drip.

Your fingers found the snipers silver hair, "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum," you whispered. You didn't need him to say it back but you also didn't know how to comfort him. Fighting against his grip you moved up until you were eye level with him, he turned his face with the pillow but your hand grabbed his chin and made him look at you. You pressed a small quick kiss to his lips, shockingly he kissed back deepening moving himself over you gracefully one hand moving between your head and the pillow caressing you while the other pulled your hand to his chest.

"We lose you, there's nothing we can do about it," he confessed.

Your hand faltered, "Great hope can come from small sacrifices," there was so much more you wanted to say, the tip of your tongue was threatening to split, "Crosshair, I am going to tell you one thing and you have to promise to never repeat it." He blinked staring down at you confused but moved his ear to your lips, "Only when you forget me will I see you again, try not to be to mad at me." Once again your vision started clearing, "Trust me." Blinking like wiping morning sleep from your eye you could finally see him, the confused broken expression across his face, "I can't tell you more than that," you whispered joyfully tracing his tattoo down his jaw to his perfectly chiseled torso bringing your other hand to cheek

"Ominous" He stated.

You sighed forcibly flipping both of you over where you were straddling him. Playfully you tugged on his lip before letting your tongue trace down his jaw to his throat intensely speckling it with marks, "So handsome," you purred holding his hands down as your teeth found his chest claiming it. Your tongue ran across ever defined muscle.

"Visions back?" he asked even though it came out more as a statement watching your precision with the foggy look absent.

"Yeah," you whispered looking at him. Looking up you expected to see his usual ravenous hunger but you were only met with adoration. You let him break out of your grasp pulling your face into of his letting him stare into you. It caused goosebumps to cascade down your body. You had almost forgotten how dark his eyes were compared to his brothers, "A week is to long," you whispered.

"Any life spent without you is to long," he replied pulling you down to his chest caging you to him.

"How is Crosshair" Tech asked cleaning his firearms.

"Fine," Hunter said trying to give them their privacy, "Her vision restored."

Tech stopped to fiddle with his goggles before discreetly finding Echo's neutral expression, "It would go reason to speculate that whatever may have changed originally, the course of events could be correcting themselves or it could have been an emotional wound displaying itself as a physical symptom. That is not as uncommon as it sounds. I for one am just glad that it is restored."

"And he expects us to wait until tomorrow?" Wrecker complained.

"Indeed, however with the rules are the rules and I poorly set an example of what happens when they are bent. We just have to endure," Tech looked over at the chrono on the wall, "eight and a half hours," it came out bitterly.

"Cards?" Echo asked trying to change the conversation, looking to Hunter hoping he understood. He breath in relief when he say the understanding expression.

"Sure, I don't think of any us are going to sleep anyway."

Crosshair continue to sink his cock into you and slowly pulled it out keeping the same slow rhythm as his fingers traced your tattoos, curves and appendages. He wasn't one for what his brother's called love making, he preferred devotion. "Kair'ta," he said commanding your own attention, "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum," he finally said back. He may have not understood old Mando'a but he could identify his name anywhere, his index finger traced over it. Gently pried himself up scooting both of you up as he propped himself against the wall. He pulled your chest to his continuing his slow thrust, the intimacy making his skin crawl but he wanted you as close to him as possible not caring if his only exploitable weakness was on display. "You look so happy on my cock," he leered, his fingers moving to trace your spine

"I'm always happy when you're in me" You teased thrust against his motion.

"Or on you," he smirked.

"I want you," Crosshair froze not understanding what you meant, "Harder," you added.

"You just have to ask," he smiled leaning in kissing you grabbing your ass pulling you both back down flipping himself back on top, "You're currently all mine kair'ta." Crosshair gave you a predatory smile and you knew you were in for a long fun night, "Now make sure they all know who's cock you love."

#star wars #starwars smut #starwars #bad batch #bad batch boys #bad batch clones #star wars bad batch #the bad batch #star wars smut #bad batch crosshair #the bad batch smut #poly bad batch series #poly bad batch story #poly bad batch #poly bad batch smut #poly bad batch x reader #tbb x you #tbb x reader #tbb fanfic #tbb fanfiction

[violetjedisylveon]

So new ep of bad batch came out and someone got a bad bitch by being autistic!

Good for him!

I loved this episode, it was so nice and peaceful and makes me so very scared for the next couple of episodes which will destroy us no doubt!

Omega is making friends and they finally say that Hunter is her dad, he can get parenting tips from Sheb(i think that's his name)!

I think that Rex and Echo went to Pabu right after Coruscant for a well earned break and got to relax a bit.

I liked the Phee and Tech stuff, they're pretty cute, but, I say Phee has a wife, this one that I made for her, who also likes the Phee and Tech stuff(Phee isn't someone I see as practicing monogamy and she has a ton of bisexual energy).

Phee's wife is just thumbs up to Phee and Tech, cause this boyfriend is a good dad/bro and not a piece of shit backstabbing, swindling pirate(*cough*Hondo*cough*) you can't tell me that didn't happen.

But, I also hc Tech as not straight and have some doodles of him and his boyfriend, so his boyfriend is also like yeah sure, the pirate lady is pretty, go get her.

Tech and Phee both have very chill partners and Phee's wife is a poly lesbian and Tech's boyfriend is a poly gay.

It's two bisexuals and their gay partners.

They would need a really big bed.

Or something like this but the big mattress on top too

Don't question the slide, the boyfriend I made Tech is a snake based alien and does not have legs, it is nessicary.

Alright, that's my ramble on this episode!

#Reblog #Bad Batch #Tbb Omega #Tbb Hunter #Tbb Tech #Tbb Wrecker #Tbb Echo #Phee Genoa #Phee x Tech #Bisexual Phee #Bi Tech #poly relationship #Star Wars #Phee has a wife #Vadasso Genoa #Star Wars oc #VJS

[mandos-mind-trick]

Experiment

Summary: Tech’s working on something new. Midnight gets to help in more ways than one. 

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

Warnings: Very NSFW, very filthy. Tech is a bit of a freak, but so is Midnight, smut, p in v smut, my glove kink shining through, use of toys, language. 

**A/N: **I decided to make it part of the series since it does require reading the part with Echo to make sense as to _why _it’s happening. Also will require reading this one for the next one to make sense as well, so enjoy another part!

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“I need you.” 

Tech doesn’t give her much of an option as his hand wraps around her arm, tugging her away from a baffled Hunter and down the hall. They had landed in Tipoca City just a few hours ago. Midnight had gone straight to the barracks as she normally did, wanting to avoid the stares of the regs as much as possible. Half of them hated her presence, hating that a simple civilian had imposed in their space. The other half looked like they were picturing her naked. That doesn’t bother her much, she’s used to those kinds of looks, but it has her worrying. Like somehow they knew she was doing something very forbidden and fucking her squad. 

They hid it very well. Even in the barracks, they kept all affection to a minimum. Of course they had their moments, and she’d slept in their bunks a handful of times, but they were careful. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to walk in on them, and the last thing they needed was a controversy. 

She’s not sure she can handle being separated from them now. The thought of something happening to them because of her haunted her thoughts in the dead of night. It wasn’t something they’d talked about. The whole point was to not get caught so they wouldn’t have to worry about it. 

Of course, being led hastily by Tech back to the barracks probably wasn’t doing anything to help. 

He’s got that determined walk he gets when his mind is on whatever he was working on still. He had been tinkering since the end of the last mission. He’d been paired off with Echo, as was becoming the usual, and he had returned to the ship and instantly jumped into a project. It wasn’t that unusual, except this time he’s being very secretive. Usually he was willing to talk your ear off about his tinkering, but this time, he’d not even murmured to himself about it. 

Midnight had been a bit curious, but the others had just shrugged it off as Tech being Tech. They’d probably all find out eventually anyway. 

Looks like Midnight was about to get her curiosity satisfied. 

“I need you to tell me which you prefer.” Tech says as they enter the barracks. He heads straight for the table, several items laid out. 

“Okay?” Midnight asks, standing across the table from him. 

He pushes several kinds of metal towards her. “I’m working on an upgrade for Echo. I need to know which one of these feels the best to you in terms of touch.” 

Midnight looks down at the hunks of metal, picking one up. “Why?” 

“He wants to make sure it’s...comfortable for you.” 

Midnight glances up at Tech before picking up another piece of the metal. She tests all of them, running her fingers along them, feeling the weight of each. “This one’s the smoothest.” She says, picking up the first she’d tested. “It’s also the lightest.” 

Tech adjusts his goggles with one hand, taking the metal from her. “Yes, that’s the one I thought of initially. I’m glad you agree.” 

Midnight stays there for a moment, watching him. He’s already back to work, clearing the other metals away. She’s grown used to Tech’s direct communication, but this was almost cryptic. 

She can’t help but wonder what exactly he’s upgrading for Echo as she makes her way towards the mess hall where she’d been headed with Hunter. It made sense to her, that Echo would want things to be as comfortable as possible for her since they had grown closer recently. He was always concerned about her comfort, but she didn’t care. She was used to discomfort anyway, and she never felt any when she was with him. 

Sweet, sweet Echo, always worrying about her.  

*****

Midnight wakes when her door slides open. She’d been fast asleep after another exhausting mission. Every mission seemed to be getting harder, or she was just growing more and more tired of the constant stress, the constant adrenaline, the constant worry. It didn’t look like the war would be ending any time soon. While it meant her worries about being separated from her boys were still far away, it meant they were still having to fight and the constant worry of losing one of them or worse, herself, is still high. 

She sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes. It couldn’t have been that long since she’d dragged herself back to the Marauder and passed out in her bunk. “Tech?” She murmurs, eyeing the clone in her doorway. “Is it time to switch already?” 

“Technically yes, but I need your help again.” He says. 

Midnight hums, eyes trying to close again. “Gimme minute.” She murmurs, moving so she’s sitting on the edge of her bunk, bare feet on the cold metal to try and wake her up. 

Tech leaves without a response, her door sliding shut once more. She sits on the edge of her bed for a long moment, trying to force herself awake. Usually she could be up and ready in a flash, but this time it seems she’s far more exhausted than normal. 

She pushes herself to her feet, changing into clean clothes before she slips out the door. She makes her way down the hallway, stepping over piles of armor left in the walkway. It seemed she wasn’t the only one exhausted after this mission. Hunter would have things to say when he got up, but it seemed they all needed their rest. 

She makes her way to the cockpit, stepping inside. Tech is nowhere to be seen. She steps up to the console anyway, checking the chronometer. Eight hours? Tech let her sleep eight hours? No wonder she feels so tired. 

“Tech!” She quietly protests as the clone steps into the cockpit. “You shouldn’t have let me sleep that long!” 

“You needed it.” He shrugs. “Besides, I was too busy working on things.” 

“Still, Tech, you need rest.” Midnight says, approaching the clone. 

“I’m fine.” He insists. “And so is the ship. Come on, I need your help again.” 

He doesn’t give her much of a choice, taking her hand as he leads her back towards the hull. He leads her into the makeshift medbay, releasing her hand as he goes over towards a crate. 

“Take off your pants.” 

“I-what?” Midnight stares at his back with wide eyes. 

“Take off your pants.” He repeats himself, turning around. It’s said with the strictness of a command. He did technically outrank her, they all outranked her when it came down to it, but very rarely did they use their rank against her. 

Midnight’s eyes widen as she spots what’s in his hand. She swallows the lump forming in her throat, hands undoing the laces of her pants. She pushes them down, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. She can feel wetness pooling between her legs, dampening her underwear. 

Tech approaches her slowly, eyes concentrated behind his goggles. Midnight shivers under his glance, stepping out of her pants, kicking them to the side. She stands still, her head tilting back as Tech comes to tower over her. He bends down, hand gripping one of her inner thighs. He pulls her legs further apart, his fingers sliding up until they’re between her legs. He’s still wearing his gloves, the fabric rough even through her panties. 

Tech watches her face as he rubs her through her underwear. His eyes are still focused, calculating. Oh how she wished sometimes she could hear his thoughts, get inside his brain. He was the most enigmatic of the group. She had, at one point, thought it was Crosshair, but Cross wasn’t hard to understand once you realized he wasn’t pretending to be an asshole to hide his true self. He just is an asshole. Tech, though, was harder to decipher. He was constantly surprising her, every time she thought she had him figured out. 

Tech’s hand slips under her panties, tugging them down. “On the table.” He says, voice still stern. She wonders if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he even realized he was doing it at all. The Tech she’s used to in these situations is still buried under the mechanic and engineer. The softness he usually held in his gaze when he was with her is missing. 

Because this isn’t like those times, she thinks as she lets him maneuver her on the table. Midnight swallows thickly, staring up at him. She’s on her back on the table, as close to the end as she can get. Her legs are bent, toes hanging off the edge. It felt a bit like the exam she’d had to go through when she’d joined the GAR, but staring up at Tech has warmth flooding through her. 

This is an experiment. 

Midnight’s breathing picks up as she watches Tech pop open the bottle of lube, her bottle of lube from her room. He slathers some on the device, before his gaze turns back to her. He looks her in the eyes, holding her gaze as his free hand comes to rest on her stomach. His thumb rubs her skin gently for a moment, and the intimacy of the touch has her head spinning. He’s still Tech. He’s still the sweet man under all that genius. 

“So this is why-” Midnight’s breath catches as he runs the tip along her slit. “Why you wanted my opinion.” 

Tech hums, gaze breaking hers as he lines it up. “Echo asked me on the mission before this last one if I could invent something that would allow him to experience what we do.” He slowly pushes the device into her, working her open slowly. “He said you gave him the idea.” 

Of course. She remembers that conversation just a few weeks ago. 

“Sometimes I wish I could give you what they can.” 

“I’m sure Tech could come up with something. He’d probably be thrilled with the challenge.” 

She had been half-joking when she’d said it, but it seemed Echo had taken it to heart. Of course, she wouldn’t complain. If it was what he wanted, then she would gladly accommodate. 

She moans quietly as Tech bottoms out the device. She grabs his hand that’s still on her abdomen, the other gripping the edge of the table. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, keeping it still. 

“Good.” She moans, clenching around it. “A little cold, though.” 

Tech nods. “I plan on figuring out a way to keep it warm. Of course your body heat will warm it quickly once it’s inside you. I modeled it after mine, since our discussion about our anatomical similarities with regs.” 

Tech keeps talking but his words are lost as he slowly pulls it from her, almost all the way, before sliding it back in. Midnight grips his hand tighter as he keeps the slow pace, drawing it from her slowly before pressing it all the way back in. Her back arches a bit, hips trying to press closer, trying to get him to move faster. The hand on her abdomen gets just slightly heavier, trying to pin her down and keep her still. 

“How does it feel?” He asks, watching the device. “I can use softer metal, but I worry about it breaking down over time. I used the same coating they put on internal cybernetics to help protect it. I could explore using some kind of padding to make it feel more realistic.” 

"Tech," She says, squeezing his hand. "Hurry up and fuck me."

His gaze hardens just a bit, sending a shiver down her spine. "You can't hurry science." He says, pulling the device nearly all the way from her. "I need to know how it feels, what needs to be changed. This is only the first model." 

Midnight's eyes roll back as he thrusts the toy harder into her, shifting the angle just a bit. Her hips rise from the table, trying to keep the feeling going. 

Tech tsks, pressing harder on her abdomen to hold her still. "You move too much. Don't make me restrain you."

Midnight's eyes snap open, gaze meeting Tech's. "What?"

"These tables have restraints." He says simply, but his eyes are dark, pupils blown. "I could tie you down." 

Midnight's head falls back with a thump as he thrusts the device into her once more. She lets out a loud moan, not caring that the others could probably hear. "Kriff, Tech!" 

He continues the slow pace, watching the device disappear into her body. She's dripping, the lewd squelch loud in his ears. He had worked almost non stop wanting to get the first model device created just for this moment. His own dick is pressing hard against his codpiece. He’s been hard more times since he started this project than he ever remembers. He’s completely whipped. His hand was nothing compared to Midnight now. 

“Tech!” Her voice has pitched higher, meaning she’s close. Her legs are shaking, trying to close around his hand but he holds them open. He had mostly been kidding about restraining her, but after seeing her reaction...he stores that away in his brain for later. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum!” She cries. 

He slides the hand on her abdomen down, thumb circling her clit. He can feel it as she cums, her body pulsing around the device. He can practically feel it on his own dick, shifting his weight to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

He gives her a moment before sliding the device from her. She groans quietly, chest heaving as she breathes. He sets the device aside, moving to stand by her head. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening under the harsh light of their medbay. She looks beautiful, he thinks, like this. 

“Was that satisfactory?” He asks. “I can make any changes to it that you think might help.” 

Midnight reaches up, pulling him down closer to her. She presses her lips against his, hand cupping the back of his head. She kisses him hard, arousal already beginning to pool between her thighs once more. Her other hand slips down his stomach, fingers pulling at his codpiece. 

“Tech,” She whines. 

Kriff, he loves when she says his name like that. 

He tugs himself away from her, letting his codpiece hit the floor with a clang. He moves back down to the end of the table, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her. She sometimes forgets just how strong they are. 

Tech turns her, bending her over the table. He’s still in his gloves, the fabric rough on her sensitive skin as he teases her clit. She can hear him wrestling himself free from his blacks. He’s still in his armor, the plastoid pressing against her as he slips into her. 

She lets out a keening whine, pressing up onto her toes. Tech traces the delicate curve of her spine before closing his hands around her waist. She’s so warm and wet, he knows he won’t last very long. 

He sets a brutal pace from the start, rutting into her so hard the metal table creaks. Hunter has to be awake by now, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the others were as well. He doesn’t care, though. He’d woken up many times hearing the others with her, why not let them have a bit of a show. The last mission had been a rough one, and he knows they all need some relief. 

“Yes!” She cries out, back arching as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He knows it can’t be comfortable with his armor digging into her, but she offers no protest. “Yes, Tech!” 

Her legs are shaking as she cums, head falling back against his shoulder. He grunts into her ear, his cheek pressing against the side of her head as he chases his own orgasm. 

“Tech...Tech...” She moans, hands gripping the table. “I love you.” 

The three words come out as he spills into her, panting into her ear. She hadn’t meant to say it, but she was so lost in the pleasure and raw emotion of the last couple hours. It had just slipped out. 

She’d never said it directly to him. It had always just been implied. Of course she loved all of them. She loved them so much it hurt sometimes. She knows they love her too, in their own ways, even if they didn’t directly say it. 

“Tech,” She starts, trying to wiggle out of his arms. 

He gently pushes her so she’s flat against the table again, his hand pressing against her back. It’s not heavy, she could slip out of his hold if she wanted to, but it’s enough to keep her still. 

“I don’t know what that means.” He says. She can feel his eyes on the back of her head. “I mean, I know the technical definition of love: ‘An intense feeling of deep affection.’ But it’s...it’s not something that can be calculated or quantified. It’s hard to...to find examples.” 

Midnight pushes back against Tech’s hand, and he lets her stand. She turns to face him, looking up at him. It feels a bit crude, having this conversation while his cum is sliding down her thighs, while he’s still in his armor and she’s bare from the waist down. “I know love is hard.” She says. “It’s...it’s so variable, unique, independent to every individual. You think you know what it feels like, then someone else comes along and it feels entirely different. It’s just...something you know, not exactly something you can quantify and I know that’s hard for you.” She removes his goggles, gently kissing the indents in his cheeks from them. “I know you love me, even if you’re still figuring it out.” 

He leans down, pressing his forehead against hers. “Thank you, cyare.” He says, nose bumping hers as he leans down to kiss her. 

“I need a shower.” She murmurs against his lips. 

“First tell me what you thought.” He says, immediately back to his normal self. 

Midnight smirks, taking Tech’s hand. “I’ll tell you in the shower.” 

Tech stares at her for a moment before realization crosses his face. “Oh.” 

Midnight giggles, tugging him towards the fresher. “Come on, genius.” 

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#star wars #star wars fic #the bad batch #the bad batch fic #the bad batch x reader #tech x reader #tbb x reader #poly bad batch #poly bad batch x reader

[madameminor]

Can we get another "In more ways than one" chapter with all the boys together? 🥺

It's on its way, I promise. I take my time with each chapter because when I rush them, I end up just redoing them and they aren't nearly the caliber I expect from myself.

As a little taster, this is how I was going to start the chapter and decided against it - but could be used as a teaser:

Honestly, it’s your own fault you ended up like this.

Not entirely comforting when you're panting in need, wrists bound to the ceiling, barely held up since your knees have collapsed, a trickle of your arousal (and theirs) from what feels like hours of edging running down the inside of your thighs.

How did you get yourself into this mess?

Oh yeah. By being a brat.

Worth it.

Hope that sates the thirst for a moment.

#tbb in more ways than one #in more ways than one #tbb smut #poly bad batch #poly batch #madame writes #its on the way #i promise

[wellfiddlesticks]

So this is extremely random but I need help finding a fanfic lol. Anyone know the name of a bad batch fanfiction were it's poly, the reader in it had to fake her death and later becomes a bounty hunter (I think..?) I also think the reader had the nickname "Stitches" or something similar to that. Can't remember for the life of me, but I know I read it on Tumblr and it was multiple chapters.

If anyone could tell me the name of the fic and the author it would be much appreciated!

#star wars x reader #the bad batch #star wars tbb #the bad batch x reader #fanfiction #star wars #poly relationship #tbb x reader #tbb x you #the bad batch x you

[moonstrider9904]

messaging you just to tell you how much I enjoyed Raising Morale and your Cody and Cross fic with reader. Both were good, but Raising Morale most of all did me in. having Tech and Cross as partners, giving them what they need to do well? so good would you ever do more poly Batch such as those two fics?

I'm so happy you enjoyed both fics!! Thank you so much for dropping by to tell me, nonnie! :3

I'm personally going to think of Tech and Cross giving me hugs and bringing me sweets because hooo I need it. They're just so great <3

So, at the moment I'm not focusing on one-shots because my goal for right now is to finish Part I of Moonwalker before season two of tbb premieres. Moonwalker in itself is actually a poly Batch fic, just slow burn and not as much smut (hehe).

But I would like to write more poly batch fics in the future, and if you liked those two, I (shamelessly) recommend checking out my compilation of smut one shots on AO3 since I have a few more poly x reader over there that I haven't cross-posted over here.

Just want to make the friendly disclaimer that none of these poly fics have clonec*st in them. The focus is strictly the reader or the OC :3

#moonstrider answers #moonstrider writes #poly batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Do you think there is a chance that TBB could have a poly route?

I really hope so anon-anon. The choices insiders made it seem that TBB might have more than 1 LI at least but the book cover looks like a rip off of TNA but with a pregnant MC on it so I'm little hesitant about getting my hopes up for a poly book. There's definitely potential but we all know what pb does with potential lol

#I'm also tired of affair books too #So a potential poly route #Would deviate from that trope #Plus I would love the idea #Of a mc being a surrogate #To a rich lesbian couple #Who's marriage is failing #But are immediately drawn to mc #Maybe a lil competition between the 2 #Before just deciding to own mc #Lol #And for those who dislike poly routes #Can be monogamous with either one of the LIs #Or even just encourage the 2 to be together #And an aro/ace mc can happily go her own way #A few million richer and happily childless #But I highly doubt that last one #Going by the book cover #We're gonna prob be forced into a relationship #TBB #the billionaire baby #choices #pixelberry #playchoices #anon ask #alien answers anon #anon answered