#poly bad batch x reader

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part 1

Summary: Introduction of undescribed Jedi female meeting The Bad Batch in 3rd person and story set up. 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Characters: Reaper (nicked of undescribed 1st person), The Bad Batch (Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair) and some other clones

Warning: NSFW towards the middle, Crude Language, Hook Up’s, PiV Smut, Walked in On, mild mention of Rank

Word Count: 3.1k

Part 2

18+ NO MINORS

Story Master List

You had already read the files on each of them but there was always more to a person then heartless paperwork. Cody brought them and was excited to show you them. They were standing in line at attention when you walked up. You eyed each of them up and down letting your eyes trail over their muscle and various distinct features. You grabbed the cyborg known as Echo by the chin and titled his head back and forth so you could admire the implants letting him go and moved on to the next one, it was the first time you had ever seen a clone with corrective googles, Tech, you tried to stick you’re finger between the band and his head but it didn’t budge. Useful. Looking up at a big musclier clone, Wrecker, made you feel slightly uncomfortable you didn’t even know they could be made like that and wondered if everything about him was big. You poked the hardness of his arm, you let out a small hmph. The next one was doing his best to hide a very obvious grimace, Crosshair, you stared into his eyes and saw nothing but darkness staring back. This one was going to be annoying and a buzzkill. The next one was leader of the group, Hunter, being aware of his enhanced senses you very gently tilted his face to the side so you could get a good look at the skull tattoo on his face. Stepping away from them you put your hands behind your back. The thought of being stuck with five hot me for who knows how long made your heart in lower places skip a beat. Definitely going to have to get this out of my system first.

“What was that about?” Wrecker said looking at where you poked him.

“You boys are heading out with General Reaper to recover a lost Jedi artifact that would be very dangerous in sSeparatist hands,” Cody said with a small grin, “Maybe we’ll all go out for drinks when you get back. Good luck and try to have fun with them” he said to you before turning and leaving you with what was suppose to be the best squad for the job.

You stripped off the traditional black robes, much to their surprise and to expose the sleek armor underneath. You put your lightsabers in a side pocket and reached for your blaster holsters from the pack you left by Cody’s feet during the inspection. Two small blasters on your sides and a longer on your hip. You rolled up the robe up and shoved it in the pack, swinging it into place on your back letting it latch.

“Sergeant Hunter, prepare the ship for a run into the depths of the outter rim. Make sure we got enough of everything to be stranded for a couple weeks. Now if anyone needs me, I’m off to 79’s come get me when you’re done,” you said looking at the ship a few clicks away, “Also paint over that, where we’re going you don’t identifiable markings like that,” you said with a small whistle at the senator artwork they had done.

The big boy sighed but nodded. You sprinted off in the direction Cody headed and managed to catch up with him. You wrapped your arm around his neck and rubbed your knuckles into his hair distressing it, his boys were of course watching and they were very aware of how much you liked to embarrass them.

You pointed at the nearest clone who was staring, “Keep staring and you’ll be next Boil.” All of the other clones put their heads down and didn’t want to be the next victim of your sisterly taunting.

“General,” Cody said maneuvering out of your hold, “What was that for,” he said fixing his hair and putting his helmet on so you couldn’t do it again.

“The squad you gave me looks like a bunch of sticks in the mud, you know how boring this assignment is going to be?” You said crossing your arms, “What am I suppose to do with a group of guys who look like they can’t have a good time?”

“Commanders Wolffe’s team has been pulled for assignment after their shore day today.”

“The pack is at 79’s?!”

“Oh no.”

“Come on let’s go,” you said yanking his arm practically out of his socket.

“Have to check in with General Kenobi first.”

“Master?!” Your face lit up.

You hummed temple rhymes as we entered the command room to find Obi looking over a data pad. When he heard your hum he turned around and his face light up. It had been a while since you trained under him but he was definitely fond of your unorthodox methods.

“It’s been awhile. Nice to see you’re still forgoing traditional entire.”

“More comfortable,” you chipped with a shrug, “not every tradition needs to be followed to the letter.”

“Just try not to get into much trouble this time.”

“She’s walking trouble,” Cody mumbled.

“Commander, have fun we can have this meeting when she ships out.”

“Wooot, let’s go cause trouble,” which got a major eye roll from Obi.

Cody ushered me towards the unsuspecting speeders tucked away in a corner, you always wondered how the clones snuck out time to time. You let out an audible laugh flinging your leg over it and starting it. There is no way the higher ups didn’t know these were here because they had the signature squadron colors on them it would definitely be hard to miss the bright orange, blue and green color amongst the white ships. You were surprised however they would turned a blind eye to it. You and Cody raced towards 79’s. Switching off the bike letting it drift to a stop and jumped off just as it stilled. Cody rolled his eyes, he knew it was his treat. We walked in to find the boys huddled in the back eating with fresh drinks.

“Loose Lips,” Wolffe grinned.

“She embarrassed me in front of all the boys already,” Cody said putting his hands up before sliding into their booth.

“I’ll grab us some drinks,” you said already walking off to the counter.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a boring place like this,” a shiny said his finger doing a circle in the air motioning to be on the only non clone on the premises.

“General, what can I get ya?” The bar tending clone said walking over.

“Just two drinks, managed to drag Mr. boring bones in during his shift,” I smiled watching the color drain from the shiny’s face, “because just like you, I’m a soldier who needs a night out,” you said grabbing the two drinks and winking at him.

“Darren giving you a rough time?” Wolffe said raising an eyebrow, at who was obviously one of his shinys.

“Nah, it was kind of cute. Definitely better than the last one,” chugging half the glass down in one go, “might be cuter after a couple of these,” you said spinning the liquid in the glass staring at the embarrassed trooper when you noticed the two grey stripes down his sleeve. Hmph, wonder what he did to earn that most clones didn’t have marks on their regular clothing.

“This time don’t leave your strays forgetting where they left their civvies. There are only so many half truths I can come up with,” Wolffe said rolling his eyes.

Somehow you were always getting in trouble with one of his men, they we’re different from the rest. While all clones basically looked alike, they definitely didn’t think alike and he usually always got the toughest and smartest ones.

You bashed your lashes at him in a joking manner, “I would do no such thing,” but everyone knew they was a lie.

After a few more drinks everyone was having fun, arm wrestling each other and seeing how long it took to wake up after a stun shot. Ironically you beat them all by being able to wake up with in a perfect four minutes even though they spent stunning each other for fun, but not surprisingly Wolffe was four minutes and eleven seconds and Cody in third place like always.

“One of these days I’ll best you for time.”

“Only in your dreams.”

“I’ll get us another round,” you said letting them jokingly bicker at each other.

Darren was still sitting at the counter drinking alone, you walked over to him out of curiosity, “why aren’t you with your brothers?”

“Ever been stuck in the barracks with your brothers for weeks on end? Sometimes quiet is the new sanity,” then it clicks with him you’re not a clone, “or stuck with anyone for that long,” he quickly added.

“I have and you’re right, I don’t know how I don’t smother them time to time. What are the stripes about?”

“I’m daring,” he said with annoyed coated laugh, “During training I never followed the regulation path so it’s just a reminder to think outside the lines.”

You looked over at the pack exchanging credits on what probably bets about how the night would end. Wolffe gave you a tiny thumbs up when none of them were looking. A little hmph escaped your mouth, wasn’t often they approved of your mischievous behavior. Slipped the bar tender a few extra credits, he laughed and nodded off towards the back room handing you two more drinks.

“Coming,” you purred to Darren as you got up.

“Just try to be quiet,” the bar tender whispered.

The gambling lounge tucked around the back was empty, the gambling tables mostly empty but for abandoned wagers left out. The shiny gulped down his drink, so you gulped down yours. You didn’t know why you found clones so attractive, maybe it the was the caramel eyes or perfect smiles.

He was breathing deeply trying to figure you out, his heart fluttering when he watched you down the drink. His heart raced faster when you stepped closer to him, you were staring up at him with a mischievous smile. Might have been his first time around a woman but you definitely peaked his interest.

You fiddled with his civvies, pulling off his gloves one at a time with your teeth and then removed his cap in one swoop exposing deep brown hair with some dyed grey streaks running threw it. Yep, you thought, definitely one of pack. Running your hand up his chest you could feel the race in his heart as the muscles underneath refused to hide anything. He helped by unfastening his shirt so his bare chest was exposed, letting you run your fingers up and down his chest. While clones weren’t born with the urge to reproduce, they definitely dance with a little a little bit of help. You slowly took off each of your blasters and holsters and set them down and kicking them away. You placed his hands on the straps of your legging, allowing him to set the pace if he wanted to take them off. You looked down definitely noting that it got his attention, that your certain favourite part was starting to bulge out. Before you gave him time to decide, you chose you didn’t need pants right now. You bought one of your legs up to his side, letting the other hold you up so you could slowly grind into that bulge. He run his fingers around your leg, feeling the hidden muscle underneath.

“Should we really be doing this General?” He said red glowing over his cheeks.

“Consider it an order if you want too,” you whispered in his ear feeling him fill out more under you.

You pulled him over to the sofa taking off his pants, leaving his bare legs and other things exposed. Slowly you took off the panties you were wearing and pushed him down onto the couch. Gently you played with his choobies watching his dick pulse with the sensation. A small moan escaped him, dragging your finger up you grabbed firmly around his member. You pumped it up and down with a tiny twist watch the euphoria spread across his face. His breathing hitched, he was getting close. How cute. You angled yourself above him and slammed yourself down on him as hard as you could. A loud ahhh escaped him with the new sensation, something warm and wet hugging him in all of the right places. You brought your mouth to his to muffle the moans escaping both of you as you bounced up and down him, he was definitely hard enough to make your walls twitch around his added girth. One of hands traced the back of your neck tickling your spine, you bit down on his lip gently but forcibly.

“General-“ he panted between kisses, “what’s that feeling-“

“Just enjoy it Trooper,” you purred kissing down his neck maybe biting a little to hard at the base of his neck. A little mark to give his brothers something to talk about.

His hands reached for your hips almost pleading to be pushed over what was probably a very short ledge. You could see the blissful tension in his face and feel his dick squirming in you. You teased him a little bit by slowing down, his nails dug into you causing you’re own warm fluid to kiss the tip of his dick. You started shaking, it’s been a while since you last came. He picked you up and laid you down on the gambling table, it was just the perfect height for him to be standing in front you where you could see his chest and face. You let out a small giggle, as he brought one your legs to his shoulders. You could feel him pressing deeper in you, he kissed your ankle and cupped your hips with both of his hands squeezing. You started to feeling more warmth gathering and your vagina squeezing around him.

“Harder” you panted squirming under him.

“Like this” he asked like he was asking for your approval as he pulled himself out and then slammed into your cervix.

“Mhm,” you moaned as he slammed into your cervix again a little hard this time.

We’re both were to busy feeling each other when Tech walked in to the trooper to cumming in you “General” he said panting while digging into my hips, his eyes looking at you in wonder.

As much as you kept wanting to stare at his beauty, your head leaned back to see a shocked expression and horrified on Tech face, “Took you boys long enough,” I squeaked in between the convulsions of the orgasms, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Excuse me,” Tech staring down promptly at his data pad and backing out.

You heard a muffled “I warned you,” from the other side of the door.

You looked back up to see the mortified look on the troopers face who was just starting to go soft inside you, you leaned up very carefully to touch his face, “Hey don’t sweat it,” you said gently pulling him out and nibbled on his ear lobe, “when I get back I’ll make it up to you.”

You grabbed one of the old towels and put it inbetween my legs for the cum to dripped onto.

“Why are you waiting for them?” He asked his warm composure coming back.

“A trip to the outter rim to retrieve an ancient Jedi artifact.”

“I’m going get dressed, before someone else walks in. CT-9732 when you get back,” he said leaning down and kissing you again, slightly getting better each time.

Your eyes trailed the forms of his body, the muscle and curvature of the definition. It almost made you want him to take again before leaving. You sighed and finished sitting forward for the rest of the cum to noisily drip out. You stood up holding the towel under you making sure it was done, and it was. You rolled up the towel and hide it under the table. The trooper gave you one more look with a huge blush a crossed his face, before leaving. You couldn’t remember the last time someone blushed over you like that. You fastened your armor back on so you could face the awaiting embarrassment outside of the room. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened; at least it wasn’t Obi. You plastered a dumb smile on your face and found your way back to where Cody and Wolffe were waiting.

“I told you he wouldn’t mark her, hand over the credits.”

“He’s definitely… different,” you said accidentally letting a small blush appear across your face and you’re voice was almost dreamy.

Wolffe handed the credits back to Cody, “told ya.”

“Regs,” Crosshair scowled walking over looking at who your choice was with the rest of the batch. His eyes beamed down at you, trying to pierce you with his anger and… something carnal.

“We’ll go out for drinks and maybe some drunk racing when I get back, you boys take care and tell Obi I said good luck on Mistori.”

“How did you-“ Cody said, “Right.”

I laughed, “Alright come on boys let’s get out of here.”

Tech didn’t even look at me, his face was glued to his datapad very obviously trying hide embarrassment? It was almost kind of cute. Thinking about it, you wondered if Hunter could smell the hormones and sex on you. It kind of made you a little turned on thinking about it. Tech was unfortunately the tour guide of the Marauder, never once looking at you, but showed you where the bunks were and the room they cleared out for you not knowing exactly what a female or Jedi needs.

“I think we need to talk about the Bantha in the room,” you said stepping infront of him.

“It’s a natural biological need, although I was unaware that the Regs could feel such a need because it wasn’t something we were designed to do. It was definitely data I did not need nor a position I needed to see my commanding officer in.”

“I’m going to trapped here with a bunch of guys for week, you do have to admit it was the best option at the time.”

“That… Yes actually was for the best,” he said looking up but not quiet looking at me either, “I would however use the refresher and get cleaned up. If I can still smell it on you, Hunter most definitely can.”

That was hot. “Yeah, point me in the direct.”

He lead me to a small room with, “be quick”, he said practically shoving my inside and shutting the door.

You rolled your eyes and peeled off your armor & let it hit the floor piece by piece. Just incase they were listening, however you didn’t know if it was to prove a point you were going to clean up or to tease them. As soon as you stepped in the shower you realized the other side of the shower were the boy’s bunk because you pressed your ear up against the wall you could hear a mild wet noise and a whispered ‘kark’ as a moan. It wasn’t long until you lifted your leg a little bit where you could play with yourself until you heard the other side finish with an almost intentional splat against the wall.

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[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.” 

Taglist: 

@lo0nylexi, @amyroswell​, @dangraccoon​, @hunnythebee​, @lokigirlszendaya​

#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

[ironmandeficiency]

random poly bad batch hc’s

pairing: poly bad batch / reader

word count: 1038

summary: just a cluster of random hc’s that kinda link together. i’m just soft for these boys

a/n: another piece retrieved from c&m but with extra content bc i used to not be very comfortable writing for echo, but i feel like i’ve kinda become ready to delve into him deeper

tech:

tech??? a flirt??? more likely than you’d think

it blindsides the boys bc like everyone else that meets the genius, they think he’ll be a shy, bumbling fool when trying to impress someone

but he ends up being a smooth motherfucker who uses some random study that says “eight hugs a day is recommended to keep the mind and body healthy” to get you to cuddle in bed longer or to stop doing something that isn’t holding your boys

”how many hugs have you today?” “um…” “unacceptable. to be safe, we’re starting the count over” you were close to eight but since you couldn’t recount them when he asked, he takes it as zero (even if he knows he was at least two of the day’s recommended hugs)

they’ll never admit it but the others are extremely grateful bc his tactic works every time

echo:

echo gets cold much easier than anyone else in the group for obvious reasons, but hates to make it known

you were quick to catch on to his shivering in the few nights he would let you sleep next to him during brief breaks & decided to do something to help: get him a heated blanket

during a brief refuel stop on coruscant, you made your way into the shopping district and bought him a 501st blue heated blanket that had considerable weight to it. not enough to smother him, but just enough to feel like he’s wrapped in a hug

the heating and ventilation system in the marauder went kaput in hyperspace which turned the ship into a flying icebox. echo was already an icicle on the best days, but this level of cold would be almost unbearable for him

the boys had commed you to let you know the situation & that they were a couple hours out

you cranked the blanket to the next highest setting and let it warm up before they got there, and made sure to have some food ready for all five of them

an echo-shaped blanket burrito was carried through your front door by wrecker, the others trailing behind the hulk of a soldier like lost tookas

wrecker knew to bring echo to your bed where you wrapped him in the new blanket, waiting until you knew it was warm before sliding all but two blankets out from underneath the heated one

before leaving him be, you smoothed out his brow with your thumb and kissed his forehead gently, careful to not wake him

when he finally woke up, he wrapped you in the biggest hug he possibly could with a smile that nearly overtook the rest of his face

wrecker:

wrecker would be the most obvious when missing you, more open with his emotions than the others (which doesn’t say much, i know)

he’ll be the one in the middle of a mission talking about how comfy your bed is and how much he misses your cooking

absolute cuddle bug. no one even comes close to his strong need to constantly have some sort of physical contact with you

he keeps an arm slung around you at nearly all times, whether it be around your shoulder or your waist he’s always wanting to hold you

if one of the others has themselves wrapped around you, he’ll resort to having a hand in your back pocket or even a couple fingers hooked into your belt loop

the grumpiest and poutiest wrecker is the one not around you

crosshair:

crosshair quickly becomes a food critic whose ratings seem quite biased toward the cook

he would praise every dish you made not just bc the rations were depressingly bland, but bc you make everything with love and the intention of taking care of your boys.

crosshair is the most likely to shoot a bitch for just a bite of your cooking (he’s most likely to shoot a bitch period but that’s beside the point)

so you started cooking in bulk and freezing it so they can have a taste of home when they’re half a galaxy away

since each one has different preferences when it comes to some ingredients (crosshair loathes corn while hunter enjoys extra), you always put their names or draw their symbols on the top so they don’t get mixed up

when you draw a crosshair for him you always put a heart in the center of it and it makes him smile every time, especially when he lifts the foil top and sees the secret note you always leave him

he’s nonchalantly checked the others’ containers and doesn’t find a note for them, and to him it makes him feel special that there’s something solely his in the universe, no matter how trivial it may seem

hunter:

speaking of the word “home”

hunter’s the first one to use it out of the four of them

he’s giving a pre-mission of what they need to do and casually says “the quicker we get this done, the quicker we get home”

crosshair calls him on it and hunter tries to say he didn’t say that but tech recorded it and he very clearly said-

there wasn’t anything wrong with hunter saying it, it just came as a shock bc the only “homes” they knew were kamino (terrible first experience) and the havoc marauder (not terrible but i hey were just alone together 24/7, they get on each other’s nerves sometimes)

but then they met you, and you turned their world topsy-turvy. suddenly they have someone that sees them as people & is so absolutely genuine that it makes them ache when they suddenly remember “hey, there’s this person i would do anything for and apparently they’d do the same for me, holy shit”

the first time they saw photos of themselves hanging in your apartment, it caught them off guard. it wasn’t a grand gesture that required a lot of fanfare, it wars a simple thing you did to have pieces of them be with you when they’re worlds away

plus, there’s no way you can be sad when looking at a picture of wrecker using a disgruntled crosshair as weights

these boys love you to the ends of the galaxy and then even farther & will make sure you don’t forget

#bad batch x reader #the bad batch x reader #clone force 99 #crosshair x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #sergeant hunter #wrecker #tech #clone trooper echo #crosshair #star wars #the clone wars #swtcw #star wars imagine #star wars reader insert #poly bad batch #poly bad batch x reader #clone trooper tech #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper wrecker

[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

[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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“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

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[zoeykallus]

It's not really a hc, but can you do something with a game of truth or dare that turns a little- 👀

Ooooh, what do I see... I see an opportunity to finally try myself at a Bad Batch Poly thing... hehe... oh dear... (shut up inner Echo, I'm gonna do this)

The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (Poly) Smut Short Fic - Truth Or Dare Part 1 Of 3

A simple game takes a spicy turn...

Warning: SMUT 18 + / Nudity/ Dirty Talk /Much Filth /Strongly Suggestive

Following Parts:

Part 2

Part 3

Part 1

"Take dare!" grumbled Crosshair, who had once again turned the bottle in your direction.

This game was quite funny until now you had not dared to say dare. Because some of the guys, especially Crosshair, asked you only dirty questions and you weren't sure what they would ask of you if you said dare.

You looked around, unsure and met attentive curious glances.

With a sigh, you finally said, "Dare."

Crosshair's grin unsettled you greatly, you instantly regretted saying that word.

"I know the perfect dare we all benefit from," he said confidently.

Echo raised his eyebrows, "You do?"

Crosshair nodded then flashed a predatory smile.

"You'll have to play this game with us naked for the rest of the night and not get dressed again until morning".

Your ears grew hot. Was he serious about this?

Hunter scratched the back of his head with a smile, he obviously liked the idea. Tech and Echo blushed and Wrecker grinned widely.

"Really? You can't think of anything better?" you teased him.

Crosshair laughed softly, "It's more than good enough, believe me, we're all very fond of it here, anyway."

With a sigh, you began to undress. So far your relationship with the guys had been close, you had been seen in your underwear and flirted with all day anyway, but none of them had seen you naked yet.

It was a little uncomfortable for you, so you hurried up and ignored Crosshair's complaint that you should undress more slowly. As you sat down with your legs closed and to the side, your arms across your chest, you said, "That wasn't part of the assignment, you just told me to strip and stay naked until morning."

Crosshair rolled his eyes, but then smiled and rolled the toothpick in his mouth to the other corner of his mouth.

"Okay Kitten, your turn, roll the bottle".

The boys all stared at you of course, Echo and Tech though a little blushing and a little more shy, but they stared just like the rest.

You turned the bottle and tried to cover your breasts as best you could with one arm. The neck of the bottle pointed at Tech as it lay still. Tech's datapad lay beside him, no longer in his hands as before. His face was slightly flushed.

"Truth or dare?" you asked him.

Tech blinked a few times, then finally answered hesitantly, "Truth."

You looked him in the eye and asked, "What exactly are you thinking about right now?"

Tech's cheeks, neck and ears turned red.

"I... well... well... um, I was just thinking about..." he cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing "I was just imagining putting my fingers in your pussy..." another throat clearing, "and other of your orifices."

You felt warmth rising in your cheeks and also between your thighs.

"Oh," you said softly.

The others laughed quietly.

Echo said dryly, "You don't have to laugh like that, you must be thinking similar things."

The boys fell silent and Echo smiled with satisfaction.

Tech took the bottle and spun it hastily to distract himself. The neck pointed at Hunter.

"Truth or dare?"

Hunter licked his lips and said, "Truth."

"Well what were you just thinking about?" asked Tech dryly.

A howl went around the room.

"He's got you now," Wrecker hummed, slapping Hunter on the shoulder playfully.

Hunter smirked, his gray eyes looking at you as he said, "I was thinking about Y/N sitting naked on my lap and warming my cock while I play with her clit."

You couldn't help it, you felt your arousal gathering in your cunt and slowly starting to drip onto the floor below you. You fervently hoped no one would notice, but you knew Hunter would smell it. In fact, he began to smile and said, "Seems like you like the idea."

You looked to the side, ashamed.

Crosshair murmured, "She's aroused?"

Hunter nodded, "Very much so," and turned the bottle.

The bottle neck pointed at you again.

Hunter grinned at you, "Truth or dare?"

Your heart went to your throat as you said, "Dare."

Again Hunter licked his lips and his gray eyes seemed to grow darker.

"I want you to sit down with your legs spread so we can see your little honey pot".

A touch of panic rose in you, but also further arousal, the thought of them wanting to see you like this had its appeal. Slowly you spread your legs, revealing your intimate parts to the guys.

"Damn, I really wanna eat that pussy", Wrecker muttered licking his lips.

"Oh yeah?", Crosshair grumbled "Take a number big guy"

Hunter said with a husky voice, "I think it's safe to say we all would like to have a little taste of her"

An approving nod and murmur went through the round.

Tech pushed up his googles with his index finger and said, "May I suggest we ask her if we can... have a taste?"

The heat inside you was about to reach the boiling point.

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[dangraccoon]

Depicted above: actual footage of me actually working on my fics and getting them ready to put them out in the world

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[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!

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[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part four

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

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

Word Count: 6.5

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Part 3 Part 5

Story Master List

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

"Yes?" He asked.

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

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

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

"Do you have any better ideas?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey it's not that bad!"

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

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

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

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

"Isn't me being here the problem?"

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

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

"I—."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

"And screwed her."

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

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

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

"No promises."

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

"Actually I'm exhausted."

"I'll drop you off."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good night, Reaper."

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

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

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

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

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

"You tell me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

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

"Get up."

"Go away."

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

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

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

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

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

"Thrill junkie," Crosshair purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here," Hunter said running over pain patches.

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

"Days," Hunter gritted out.

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

"It's to risky-"

"Vencuy, can you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I also want to know," Hunter said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Patience."

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

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

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

"General," he greeted with a nod.

"How is she?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like I want to sleep."

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

"It wasn't restful."

"Oh?" Obi cut in.

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

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

"That's a relief anything worth it?"

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

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

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

"Nice," you said dropping.

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

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

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

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

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

"So are we," Echo smiled.

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

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

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

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

"The smell," Echo said coughing.

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

"See" Wrecker said slugging his arm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Better then rations," Echo agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's beautiful."

"Do you have a fond memory?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you," a yawn escaping you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that an order from our General.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hours?”

“Or all night I haven’t decided.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Crosshair, please,”

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

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

“What was that for?” He smiled.

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

“Do you want me too?” He smiled.

“Yes..”

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

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

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

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

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

“Crosshair-“ you hiccuped.

“Yes?” He moaned, nearing the end.

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

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

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

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

Hunter said eyeing him.

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

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

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

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

“Deliriously laying down, hopefully sleeping by now.”

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

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

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

“Better.”

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

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

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

“He’s definitely jealous,” Crosshair chuckled.

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Impulsive Decisions

Summary: A trip to Midnight’s old stomping grounds leaves the Batch’s civilian in a funk. The Batch takes her to 79s to relax, leading to a few drunken confessions. Maybe things weren’t going as smoothly as they had told Cody.

Pairing: Hunter x reader, mentioned poly!Bad Batch x reader at the end

Characters: Reader (written in 3rd person, mc is not named but has an established nickname, no physical descriptions are given), The Bad Batch + Echo

Warnings: NSFW, smut, explicit language, P in V sex, mentions of crime, shitty politics, a bit of PTSD but nothing detailed, some slight medical stuff (reader gets an exam), hinted at sort of slavery (it’s like two sentences), mention of gang wars (again like two sentences), seedy Coruscant underworld, alcohol, reader gets drunk, a reg shit talks the Batch, some heavy feels, discussions of polyamory at the end. 

A/N: This takes place before the first two parts, really focusing on how Midnight and The Bad Batch came together and worked out how their relationship was gonna work. This is also very long. It’s the longest part so far and I’m sorry but there was so much to fit into this one. 

Also in case you’re wondering, I’ve been basing how the Bad Batch looks on Uzuri Art’s depictions of them. Check them out, they’re stunning. 

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Midnight sits in the copilot’s seat, watching the ecumenopolis get closer and closer. She wasn’t happy about being back. Part of Cody’s spiel about the benefits of joining the GAR was that she would get off Coruscant, and her trips back would be seldom. It had been almost six standard months since she had seen it, since she had signed her life away to the GAR and flown out of the atmosphere with Commander Cody to some distant planet she’d never even heard of to meet her squad. 

She didn’t regret it. 

The cockpit is quiet, Tech’s intense concentration as he pilots a welcome solace. Hunter was shut in his bunk, utilizing the specialized helmet Tech had made. It dampened his senses, gently easing him into sounds and smells of the louder worlds they landed on. It prevented nasty migraines that bloomed when he was exposed to too much at once without warning. She could only imagine what Coruscant was like for him. It smelled and was loud even without heightened senses. 

Echo was also in his bunk. He had looked about as happy as she felt to be returning to Coruscant. He hadn’t been back since his rescue. They were going to see a lot of what they called “regs” over the next couple days. They had a check in with the GAR, and then a couple errands to run. If they were lucky, they’d get some time off to relax before they’d get their next mission. 

Midnight doesn’t expect to do much relaxing on this trip. 

The first thing she does when she steps off the ship is look up. The sky is clear above them, bright and blue in the sunlight. It was the first thing she’d done when she made it to the upper levels with Cody. She’d looked up at the night sky, at two of the moons hanging over them in awe. 

You don’t see the sky where I’m from. 

The closest they got was the clouds that formed a few levels up from the trapped moisture, dumping dirty, sticky rain over the underworld when it got too hot in the sky levels. She’d been in awe when she experienced clean rain for the first time in her training. She’d been laughed at by her fellow trainees when she’d ducked under the nearest ship’s wing to avoid the rain. She had been shocked to find it didn’t leave her skin streaked and sticky. 

“I’m heading to the civilian offices.” She tells the Batch when they join her on the landing platform. “I’ll meet you back here.” 

“Comm us if you need us.” Hunter tells her. It’s the same thing he says anytime she goes off on her own. Not that she went off on her own much. 

She salutes him jokingly, even though he told her that wasn’t necessary, making her way towards the building where the civilian offices were. She checks in, taking a seat in the hard plastic chair. Everything about the office was clinical, made for function, not comfort. Everything for the clones was made that way. Function over comfort. It made her sad. 

She takes a seat on the exam table when she’s called back, the clone medic going through the usual questions. How was she doing, was she fitting in well with her squad. All the boring questions. 

“You’re overdue for a physical exam.” The medic tells her. 

Midnight shrugs. “We don’t get a lot of chances to stop at bases.” It was technically true. She could have gotten them done on Kamino, but she wasn’t fond of the Kaminoans and their obvious disapproval of her presence when the squad stopped there. 

The medic conducts the physical exam, cataloging any injuries, testing her blood, making sure she’s healthy and hasn’t picked up any illnesses off any planets. 

The last thing he does is hand her a cup. “Pregnancy test.”

“Excuse me?” Midnight blanches. 

“It’s protocol.” The medic says. “All females employed by the GAR have to take one regularly.” 

“Right.” Midnight’s jaw clenches, but she takes the cup, getting up. She heads into the fresher, muttering to herself. “I bet they don’t make the Jedi do this.” 

It wasn’t like she didn’t understand. Being in close quarters with a bunch of men had to lead to things. They couldn’t expect a bunch of soldiers to run around a battle field and not want to fuck afterward. They had to let off steam somehow. She’d felt post-fight arousal a few times in her life. Hell, back when she was with the fighting ring she’d fucked her opponent after a fight a couple times. 

No, she understood well the need for the pregnancy test. She lived in very close quarters with five very attractive clones. Kriff if she hadn’t thought about it more than once. Just what kinds of things Tech’s skilled fingers could do to her body. If all of Wrecker had been enhanced. Even just those thick fingers were enough to make shivers run down her spine. 

But she would never put them in a position like that. If she really got desperate, she’d ask one of the “regs” when they got time off, or landed on Kamino. At the worst, she had her own fingers. But she had refrained even from that, the thought of Hunter overhearing her had her body warming, heat flushing straight through her from head to toe. 

Hunter was her weak spot. It was ridiculous, cliche even. Things had been a bit rocky in the beginning as she’d worked to find her place among the five men that made up Clone Force 99. She was an outsider, not just in the fact she was a civilian. They were clones, she was not. They had their enhancements, though she was skilled in certain areas, there was nothing enhanced about her. And...she was a woman. 

Hunter had been the first to be stiffly cordial towards her. She knew immediately he would be the one that was hardest for her to be around. Wrecker, the child in a giant’s body, had been the most welcoming. Tech had been distant, but given he spent most of his time hunched over some gadget or machine, spouting off facts and corrections of facts in conversations he wasn’t even a part of, that wasn’t surprising to her. Echo was...shy. Hunter had loosely explained his situation. She understood, and she didn’t press him any. Crosshair was...Crosshair. He took the biggest issue with her joining, and made sure to make it known he did not approve. He had toned down the snarky remarks a bit, but his disapproval was still felt every chance he got. 

But Hunter. Stupid, ruggedly handsome Hunter. She’d seen them without their armor, dressed in nothing but the black bodysuit the plastoid attached to. How well it fit all of them. But Hunter with his broad shoulders and thin waist, his strong thighs. She still remembers when he’d put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her down seconds before a blaster bolt hit the wall behind her. How his touch had lingered after she’d shot down the droid. How she had longed to trace his skull tattoo, tangle her fingers in those thick curls that fell so effortlessly around his bandanna. 

Kriffing Hunter. 

The results of the test come back negative, as expected. She had an implant anyway. All GAR soldiers had them, clones and civilians. The medic lets her go, telling her they’d upload her results to the system and her team’s medic could access them. Clone Force 99 didn’t have an official medic. Tech usually filled that role due to his extensive knowledge of, well, everything. The Batch didn’t really need a full time medic. Despite their dangerous mission, they never really got injured often. In fact, the last major injury they’d had was when Wrecker was caught too close to an explosion. 

She was usually the only one getting patched up after missions. Cuts, scrapes, bruises. Tech had explained it was because of her lack of plastoid armor. Her GAR issued civilian armor wasn’t meant for close combat like she was seeing. She needed something thicker, something that could take a few hits. Tech had already started making adjustments, fixing the weak spots, trying to make her something she could still move in but that would offer better protection. 

She couldn’t wear the clone armor. She had two immediate concerns when it came to the fit. Plus, it was kriffing heavy. She’d held Hunter’s helmet once and she had no clue how they even moved in it at all, much less so effortlessly. 

She shakes the impure thoughts from her head as she makes her way back to the Marauder. They’re already waiting for her, gathered around a speeder. 

“Everything alright?” Hunter asks as she finally joins them. 

“Yeah, had to do a physical.” She explains. 

“I saw your results.” Tech says, fiddling with something on his vambrace. 

“‘Course you did.” She says. “So, where to next?” 

“We’re going down a few levels to pick up some intel for our next mission.” Hunter says. 

“How many levels?” She asks hesitantly, already wondering if she can ask to stay on the Marauder, or even back in the offices. 

“Back to your old stomping grounds.” Crosshair says as he climbs into the speeder. 

Midnight swallows thickly, fighting back the array of emotions running through her. “We need to make a stop first.” 

Hunter looks at her incredulously. 

“Please?” She adds, not wanting to have to explain it all in that moment. 

Hunter relents, stopping at a store for her. She climbs back into the speeder carrying three bags of candy. 

“What is that for?” Tech asks curiously. 

“You’ll see.” She says, shoving two of the bags into her pack, slipping the third into a side pocket as they take off again, dropping down lower and lower into the city. 

She had hoped Crosshair had been joking when he’d said they were going back to where she grew up. Of course he had been serious. She hadn’t been this deep in the Coruscant underworld since the night she met Cody. She had forgotten just how dark it was, how bad it smelled. She felt for Hunter. She really did. She hadn’t missed the sticky streets, the seedy businesses, the cautious eyes watching them. 

“This is where you grew up?” Echo asks as they make their way through the street. 

She nods. “Well, not this area, but these levels.” 

“No wonder you’re so tough.” Wrecker says. 

Midnight shrugs. “When it’s all you know.” 

They make it further than she thought without incident, most of the characters wanting to avoid a group of men in armor. She’s surprised none of them were stupid enough to try and rob them, but naturally walking around armed was a good deterrent. 

She’d been distracted in her own thoughts when they suddenly found themselves blocked off. 

“Beat it, kids.” She hears Hunter growl and she immediately jumps into action. 

She moves past Hunter, putting a hand on his arm. “I’ve got this.” She steps forward to the line of kids, reaching back to pull the bag of candy from her pack. She holds it up, raising her eyebrows. 

The kid who was obviously the leader stares at the candy longingly before nodding, holding his hands out. She drops the bag into his waiting hands, the kids parting for them to pass. She looks back at the Batch, nodding for them to continue. 

“So that’s what the candy was for.” Tech says. 

She shrugs. “They’ll usually take anything, but candy’s the most successful bargaining chip.” 

“You know a lot about life down here.” Tech presses, his curious tone taking over his voice. 

“Yeah.” She shrugs. “Not too long ago that was me. Some days what you can bully off of strangers is the only thing you get to eat.” 

“That’s horrible.” Echo says. 

“That’s reality. Senators sit up there making decisions about a war a galaxy away and ignore the trillions of people under them who can’t even afford to eat everyday.” She swallows the emotions down. “I got lucky, getting out.” 

None of them say anything, something she’s glad for. She had told them a bit of her past, of her life down here. But there was a lot they didn’t know. A lot they couldn’t understand. She’s not sure she could ever tell them everything, that she would ever want to. 

They make it to their destination quickly, Midnight reading the name of the bar. It looked like most underworld bars, bright letters almost blinding in the dim light outside. 

“We’ll do this fast.” Hunter says. “Go in, get the info, then we’ll leave.” 

“Echo and I will stay out here.” Midnight says, turning to face the leader. He gives her a look, but she speaks before he can argue. “You want this to go fast? Echo and I stay.” 

Hunter’s jaw clenches but he relents, nodding once. “Fine. Let’s go.” 

Midnight moves away from the door, taking a seat on the bench out front. Echo remains standing, eyes scanning the street. 

“Why are we out here?” Echo asks her. 

“Just on the off chance they’d try to bargain for the information.” She digs out a couple pieces of candy from her pack. “They’d try to exchange us for the info.” She offers him a piece. 

He takes it, unwrapping it. “They’d really do that?” 

“A woman and a cyborg are worth a lot down here.” 

“Isn’t it a bit dangerous for us to be out here alone, then?” He says, sweeping the street again. 

“No.” She shrugs. “They know they can’t get to us without a fight. And a firefight will attract other gangs. It’s a domino effect until there’s a full on gang war in the streets. They don’t want that, so they’ll leave us alone.” 

“You really do know a lot about what goes on down here.” He says, moving slightly closer to her. 

She shrugs again. “I’m observant. It’s how I survived. How I met Cody.” 

They lapse into silence, waiting for the rest of the team to appear. They watch the passersby, none of them giving the two a passing glance. Midnight watches as a couple kids creep out of an alley, a girl and two boys. They’re heckling her, the girl getting loud as she tries to fight back. Midnight swallows the lump in her throat as the girl kicks one of the boys, distracting them long enough for her to run. The boys quickly follow, chasing her down another alley. 

Thankfully the others leave the bar before she can think too much, talk herself into following. She was a soldier now. She had bigger things to focus on than what went on in the Coruscant underworld. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Hunter says, motioning for them to follow. 

She’s glad to leave, their exit quick and without any incident. 

She’s quiet as they head back towards the GAR and the Marauder. It had been harder than she’d thought to be back. To be constantly reminded of the life she left behind. The life she’d been saved from. Sure, her life was hard now, but at least she knew she was safe. Even when she was fighting on the front lines, being shot at by droids that knew nothing but that she was a target to be eliminated, she was safe. 

“You okay?” Hunter asks as she climbs out of the speeder when it stops next to the Marauder. 

There’s so much sincerity in his gaze she’s almost tempted to answer honestly. “Yeah.” She says. “It’s just hard being back.” 

He nods slowly. “We’ve got some time to kill, so we were gonna go grab a drink.” 

“You’re going to a bar?” She asks in disbelief. She knew about the clone bar, Cody had mentioned it when they met. But she didn’t expect them to be interested in going there. It had to be full of “regs” on leave. 

He shrugs. “Yeah. Figured we’d destress a little. We don’t get the chance often.” 

She nods. “Right.” She glances down at her suit. “Can I change?” 

He nods. “Sure. We’ll be waiting.” 

She climbs up the ramp to the Marauder, heading into her bunk. She digs her only dress out of her makeshift dresser. She hadn’t worn it since the last time she was on Coruscant. She’d brought it for occasions like this, when they got rare time off. It was short, revealing a decent amount of cleavage and a lot of leg. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to get laid. But if someone offered, she’s not sure she’ll be able to say no. 

Their jaws drop when she slowly descends the ramp. She had been nervous, anxious about how they’d react. They’re all staring at her, watching her as she approaches them. They all look flustered, Wrecker’s mouth open, Tech’s mouth opening and closing, for the first time totally speechless. Echo is wide eyed, even Crosshair is clenching his teeth around his toothpick harder than usual. Hunter is...hard to read. His eyes are dark, a serious look on his face as his eyes roam her form. Her suit was tight fitting, hiding little of her form to them, but she had never shown so much skin in front of them.

“You look...good.” Hunter finally says, the other four nodding in agreement. “Really good.” 

Her face warms at his words. “Thanks.” 

They’re all still in their armor, sans weapons and gear and helmets. She kind of wishes she’d get a chance to see them in something else, but maybe she’d get a chance yet. 

They surround her as they make their way to 79s. It was a habit for them more than anything. Hunter in the lead, Crosshair and Tech beside her, Echo and Wrecker at the back. Thankfully it’s still early enough there’s not many in the bar yet, giving them a chance to pick a good seat. Somewhere they’d draw little attention. 

They wind up in a booth in the back, in a secluded corner. They all get beer, the cheap free beer the bar gave out to clones. Clones didn’t get paid. It was something she was quick to realize. They weren’t so much soldiers as unwilling volunteers created for nothing more than fighting in a war. It made her heart hurt a bit, thinking their only purpose was to be expendable. 

She at least got paid. It wasn’t anything to brag about, but she’d earned more in six months than she’d ever seen before. She hadn’t spent a lot of it. She didn’t have time or need to. She had no travel expenses, she was provided meals, clothing, anything she needed, really. Even Cody had told her to ask him if she needed anything specific. He could see about pulling strings for her. 

In the short time she’d been employed by the GAR, she’d amassed what was, to her, a small fortune. All while the clones in the booth with her lived with the bare minimum, putting their lives on the line for what? A pat on the back? Getting to live to see the next day? 

“Don’t look so miserable.” Crosshair snaps from across the table. 

She looks up, finding the whole squad looking at her. “I’m not miserable.” She quickly chugs the rest of her beer. “Just lost in thought.” 

“Must be heavy thoughts.” Tech says. 

“Yeah. That means I’m not drunk enough yet.” She pushes Tech, wanting to get up. “I’m gonna get us something stronger.” 

She makes her way down to the bar, the club starting to pick up a bit. She leans against the bar, pressing her chest out a bit as she asks for a bottle of the strongest stuff she dare drink. A presence appears at her side, making her turn her head. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

She turns to fully face the clone, looking him over. He’s handsome. Then again, they all were. Maker bless Jango Fett for being hot, she thinks. “Is that your go to line?” She asks, giving him a small smirk. 

“Only for the ones I like. Can I buy you a drink?” 

The bartender sets her bottle and the shot glasses on the bar in front of her. She grabs them, turning back to the clone. “I’ve got plenty, thanks. But I’ll keep that offer in mind if I get lonely.” 

She turns, heading back towards the booth where her squad sat, making sure to sway her hips just a bit more than usual. Oh yeah. She wanted to get laid tonight. She sets the bottle and the glasses on the table, earning the attention of her squad again. She slides into the booth when Tech moves, pouring them all a shot. 

Echo sniffs it cautiously. “This is strong stuff.” 

“Yup.” She says, throwing the shot back. “That’s the point.” She pours another, drinking that one immediately as well. 

“You’re in a mood.” Crosshair says, taking his shot. 

She shrugs. “It’s this place. Coruscant.” She pours another shot. “I got lucky, getting out. But how many others don’t have that chance?” 

“Well, considering there’s estimated to be close to 3 trillion people on Coruscant, most of which live in the underworld in poor conditions, the likelihood is very small. Even with the war, the chances of them getting the opportunity you had is next to none. It’s more likely some of them join crime syndicates or become pirates in order to get off the planet. But even then it’s very unlikely they leave for long.” Tech rattles off, despite the daggers being glared into him from across the table. The chances of him getting punched in the next few seconds were high, Hunter knows. But it’s impossible to tell what Midnight was going to do. 

She grabs the bottle, pouring him another shot. “Here, Tech.” She slides the glass closer to him. “You also need to be more drunk.” 

“Let’s toast.” Hunter says as Midnight refills their glasses. “To luck.” 

“To luck!” They all cheer before downing another shot. 

Midnight easily drinks half the bottle herself. She was starting to feel it, the warmth blooming under her skin. She laughed at everything they said, every excited outburst from Wrecker was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Even Crosshair couldn’t get under her skin anymore. Tech was second drunkest, as every time he prattled off some fact or statistic, Midnight poured him a shot. 

She wasn’t drunk enough to miss the glances Hunter passed her way. Every time she laughed, or reached for the bottle, or said something, his eyes would glance over her. He was hard to read in the low light, his brows always furrowed in concentration. Always watching, always analyzing. 

She wonders if alcohol affects him more because of his heightened senses. She wonders if it makes them worse, or dulls them. She wonders what the bar is like for him. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Cheap beer, body odor, arousal. Does food taste stronger to him? What would she taste like to him? 

Kriff, she was starting to get horny. 

Maybe she should find that trooper from earlier, get him to take her home. Get some relief for the night. She’d have to face the walk of shame tomorrow, deal with the looks from her squad. It was an unspoken rule though, right? You didn’t fuck your squad mates. 

Even though she wanted to. 

She’d take any of them. Even Crosshair. Hell, she’d take all of them. 

“You alright, mesh’la?” Hunter’s voice pulls her from her daydreams. 

She loved it when he spoke Mando’a to her. She loved it when they all did it. Tech had given her a long talk about Mandalorian culture, their ties to it, even teaching her a few common words. Mesh’la was not one she knew, though. There were a couple they used that she didn’t know. She blinks at him, realizing she’d been leaning against the table staring. “Yeah.” She drags the word out, giving him a dopey smile. “Just admiring the view.” 

Oh yeah. She’s drunk. She’s getting into dangerous territory, but the alcohol was raging inside her now. Maybe she should have taken it slow. She should get up, dismiss herself from the booth now, find a trooper and leave. Let the alcohol ride itself out with a stranger she’d likely never see again. 

Not a squad of clones she had to face everyday for the foreseeable future. 

“The view?” Hunter asks, raising his brows as he stares at her. 

“Yeah.” She lets her eyes scan all of them. “Kriff, you’re all so pretty. Why are you all so pretty?” 

Tech shrugs. “We’re clones, cyar’ika. We all look the same.” 

“But you don’t!” She exclaims, tucking her legs under her so she’s kneeling on the seat. She leans on the table, giving the three clones in front of her quite a view. “I mean, you do, but you’re all so different. So unique. I just really wanna fuck you all.” 

She’s not drunk enough to forget what she just said. It hadn’t been what she wanted to say. She was going to say she loved them all, let them figure out what she meant as she excused herself to go find a “reg” to fuck for the night. But her tipsy brain had meshed her thoughts together, confessing something she swore she’d never say. It wasn’t even a slip of her drunken togue. It was a pure confession. 

They’re all gawking at her. All five of them. Maker, she wishes they’d say something. Get mad at her, yell at her, tell her they were going to have her reassigned tomorrow, to pack her things and leave because it was over for her. Crawl back to the underworld cause she had kriffed everything up. But they all seem to be as shocked as she is. 

She opens and closes her mouth a couple times, barely managing to squeak out a “fresher” before she’s crawling over Tech and all but running to the refreshers. 

She could cry. She could puke. She should just hide in the refresher until morning, until the staff kicked her out. Then maybe she could avoid them. She could slip out the back, head back to the ship and pack her stuff. Would she get in trouble for running away from the army? She did sign a contract. She could wait until morning when the offices open, go in and ask for reassignment. Somewhere she’d never have to see the Batch again. 

How was she going to face them after this? Maybe they were drunk enough they’d forget by morning. Maybe they’d write it off as her being drunk. Just the drunken ramblings of a nat-born. 

She’s screwed. Absolutely screwed. 

She washes her hands in the sink of the fresher, taking a deep breath. She could go to the bar, get something strong, find a trooper and slip out without them noticing. She’d face them tomorrow, play it off like she didn’t remember. If she were lucky, she’d get something strong enough she would forget this whole trip. 

She slips back towards the bar. The club is busy now, filled with clones on leave. She slips into an empty space at the bar, trying to blend in. 

“Get me the strongest thing you have.” She tells the bartender. 

“You’re sure?” He asks, giving her an incredulous look. 

“Make it a double.” She says, tossing extra credits on the bar. 

He shrugs, taking the credits before grabbing a bottle, pouring her a shot of glowing green liquid. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You here alone?” 

She turns to face the trooper, looking up at the smirking face. It wasn’t the trooper from before. Or, it could be, but she was beyond telling them apart right now. She grabs her drink, downing it in a smooth motion. It burns, almost like acid going down, but she welcomes it. Anything to distract her from the mortification still burning through her. This trooper is cocky. Full of himself. Not usually her type, but she was desperate. 

“She’s taken.” 

The voice comes from behind her before she can answer. She feels the warm body press up against her back, a familiar smell washing over her, over the many smells in the bar. A hand falls to her waist, holding her hip possessively. The clone straightens up, looking at the figure behind her. 

“Man, she looked desperate, but didn’t think she’d go for someone like you.” It’s meant as an insult towards both of them. 

“Hey, you watch your fucking mouth.” She hisses before Hunter can respond. “He’s twice the soldier you’ll ever be, sleemo. You only pick up desperate girls cause that’s all that’ll go for you.” 

She really was starting to get drunk now. She was getting angry. She was ready to fight. 

“Trust me, vod.” Hunter says. “She’s far from desperate.” 

“I’m not your vod.” The clone spits out, but decides they must not be worth it as he walks away. 

Midnight goes to turn, but Hunter’s hand on her hip urges her forward. “Come on. We’re going back to the ship.” He says. 

Kriff. This was it. She was going to get kicked out of the squad, told to pack her stuff and get out. Her future with the Batch was done. It was all over. 

“Hunter.” She whines, the cool night air washing over her, making her shiver. 

Hunter’s hand on her waist tightens, but he doesn’t say anything. His pace is quick, urgent as he leads her off towards the GAR, towards the Marauder. 

“Hunter, I’m sorry.” Maybe she could plead for forgiveness. Maybe they could put this all behind them, laugh it off as a joke. 

He shuts the ramp behind them once they’re inside. Her back meets the cool metal wall of the ship, Hunter’s body pressing hard into her. He’s...kissing her. His plush lips taste like alcohol, his tongue slipping into her mouth as she gasps in surprise. This...hadn’t been what she expected. 

“Hunter.” She murmurs against his lips, but she doesn’t stop kissing him. 

“Do you know...how hard it’s been.” He growls between kisses. “I’ve been smelling you for the last hour.” His hand slides down her waist, gripping a bare thigh. “How turned on you are.” 

She whines against his lips. Of course he could smell that. How he had smelled that in a bar full of horny people and alcohol was beyond her. Unless he had been paying attention to her. Close attention. 

His hand slides up her thigh, dipping under her dress. His fingers hit the curve of her ass, sliding up until he’s cupping it. He groans, burying his face in her neck. “Are you not wearing underwear?” 

“No.” She breathes, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. “Can see the lines in this dress.” 

He groans, his lips brushing her skin. “Tell me. Tell me what you said was true.” He squeezes her ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” 

She moans when his teeth sink into her skin, bruising her neck. She was far too drunk to think of the consequences, what effect this could have on them, on the squad. “Yes.” She confesses. “Hunter, please fuck me.” 

He growls against her throat, his other hand wrapping around her thigh before he lifts her. She hangs on as he carries her to her makeshift room, dropping her on her cot. He begins the process of removing his armor, letting the pieces drop to the floor. She sits up, working on the bottom half as he strips himself from the top half. She saves the codpiece for last, slipping her fingers around the edges as she stares up into his dark eyes. He’s breathing heavy, thick chest rising and falling as he watches her. She bites her lip, peeling it away from his blacks before letting it fall to the floor. 

He’s hard. The bulge in his blacks is big, straining against the fabric. She licks her lips, eyelevel with it at this angle. She reaches for it, but he grabs her hand, pushing her back onto the cot. She stares up at him as he kneels over her, his gloves hitting the floor next. His gaze is dark as he looks down at her, his hand running along her body, starting at her chest. 

“You look so kriffing hot in that dress.” He says, his gaze hungry. “I’ve been hard since you walked down the ramp earlier.” His hands slip under her dress, teasing their way up her thighs. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks.” He confesses. “Since our first mission. How hot you looked, taking out droid after droid. Kriff I had to jerk off in my bunk, I was so worked up.” 

He pulls her dress over her head, leaving her bare before him. He pauses, taking her in, letting his eyes and his fingers trail over her. Her own hands lift to his chest, hands closing around his blacks, tugging. 

“Take them off.” She says, tugging the top free from the bottoms. 

He does as she says, stripping off his blacks. He’s beautiful, sculpted like a piece of art. She lets her hands trail over him, feeling every ridge and muscle. He’s built like a god, like some sort of idol. She wants to get on her knees and worship him. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss her again. “I know the others want to. I can smell it, when they look at you. I can hear them in their bunks. In the fresher. Moaning your name when they think no one will hear.” 

She whimpers at the thought that maybe her drunken confession wasn’t going to be taken as hard as she thought. Maybe they had their own confessions to make. 

She pulls him down against her, reveling in the feeling of his body against hers for a moment before she flips them, the cot creaking as he hits it. She sits up over him, running her hands down his chest. He’s all muscle, strong and thick with it. She scoots down his thighs, revealing the thick member pressed against his stomach. 

Kriffing bless Jango Fett for his genes. 

She licks her lips, wrapping a hand around him. He’s hot and heavy, thick enough she can get her fingers around him, but still enough to fill her palm. She bends down, licking a stripe up his length. His tip is salty with precum, and she licks a bead from his head, looking him in the eyes. A string of curses leaves his lips, eyes almost black as they watch her. 

She slowly works her mouth around him, taking him as deep as she can. She’s already so wet she’s almost dripping, her thighs slick. She keeps her gaze locked on his as she works him, her hand closing around the bit she can’t reach. He’s moaning, the sound like music to her ears. 

His hand tangles in her hair, pulling her off him before he cums, his hands sliding her closer. He kisses her, his hand slipping between her thighs. He groans when his fingers slip through her wetness, her own groan matching as he brushes her clit. 

“Hunter! Need you to fuck me.” She whimpers against his lips, grinding her pussy against his hand. 

“Be my guest.” He says, letting her sit up. 

She grips his length, pumping him a couple times before lining him up. She sinks down onto him, moaning at the stretch. She breathes deeply, pausing for a moment to adjust. It was better than she had imagined. Even if this was only a one time thing, nothing would ever compare to this. 

Except, maybe the other four. Kriff, if Hunter was this well endowed, Wrecker must be huge. She flutters a bit around him, lowering her hands to his stomach to brace herself as she moves. She knows she won’t hold this position long. She’ll get tired before they’re done. 

She starts to move, bouncing on top of him. She takes his hands, moving them to her breasts. “Fuck, Hunter!” She moans, head falling back as the sound of their hips meeting fills the small space. 

He curses, groaning as he squeezes her breasts. “Fucking hell, cyare. So tight, so kriffing warm. So fucking beautiful.” 

She bites her lip at his words, leaning forward a bit so her clit brushes against his pelvis as she grinds against him. “You’re fucking beautiful, Hunter.” She moans. “Fuck, we should have done this sooner.” She moans as he braces his feet against her cot, thrusting up into her. 

Her fingers dig into his pecs, hanging on for dear life as he takes over, fucking up into her. His hands dig into her hips, likely to leave bruises but she doesn’t care. She wants to remember this moment, wants to carry the reminder for as long as she can. 

A pass of his fingers on her clit pushes her over the edge, her entire body going taught like a wire. He watches her, wanting to commit this moment to memory as she comes undone over him, lost entirely in pleasure. He’s far from done with her, but this moment was the one he wanted to remember when they woke up tomorrow morning. 

******

Her head hurts. It’s throbbing painfully. She lifts a hand, rubbing her forehead with her palm. She’s sweaty and hot, uncomfortably so. Was Tech messing with the filtering system again? She lets her head fall back to her pillow, a very obvious smack sounding as she does. 

Reality slams into her like an angry rancor. She was on the Marauder. She was positive of that. She recognized the little cubbyhole that served as her room. There’s a pile of armor on the floor. Black and red, it’s one of the Batch’s. 

Kriff, she’d fucked one of her squadmates. 

She looks around, looking for any sign of who it is. She knows it’s not Tech. The coloring was wrong. Likely not Wrecker either, it was too small. Her eyes land on the red bandanna on her nightstand, a pit forming in her stomach. She closes her eyes, willing it all to be a dream. Willing it all to be some sort of alcohol infused hallucination. That she was still drunk and not laying naked in bed on her squad leader. 

But the warm body under hers doesn't disappear. 

“Hunter?” She asks quietly, voice hoarse with dehydration. 

He grunts, the sound vibrating through her ear. His hand is splayed on her hip, the other tossed up around his head. 

“We fucked, didn’t we?” 

“Yeah.” He breathes. “We fucked a lot.” 

She lets out a shaky breath, not ready to look him in the eye yet. She thinks back, trying to piece together everything that had happened the day before. 

“Do the others...” 

“Yeah. They came back before we were done.” 

She curses, rubbing her face again. She couldn’t even face him, how was she going to face the others? This was it. Her life was over. He was going to force her off the ship, send her back to the office to be reassigned or fired from the GAR. She’d have to descend back into the darkness of the underworld. Her luck had run out. 

“Hey.” Hunter says softly, his fingers gently tracing her spine. His touch is soft, comforting. It almost makes her sick. Or maybe that was the hangover. “Why are you scared?” 

“I don’t know, maybe cause I fucked my squad leader?” 

“I was a willing participant in this as well, in case you forgot.” He wraps his arms around her, holding her still. “I meant what I said. I’ve wanted you for a while now. But I knew my vod also wanted you, and I didn’t want to act on my feelings and cause problems between us.” 

She tilts her head to look up at him, only able to see his chin from her angle. “Good job.” 

He hums, tracing her arm. “I think we need to have a talk.” 

She nods. “Yeah. I think so too.” 

“All of us.” 

She swallows the lump in her throat. “Yeah. All of us.” She turns, finally looking at him. She brushes a curl off his forehead, fingers tracing the half skull tattoo. “I meant what I said too. I was going to tell you that I loved you all, but I guess my drunk brain wanted to jumpstart things.” She tangles her hand in his hair, letting it sit there. “I don’t regret it.” 

“I don’t either.” He says, wrapping his arms around her. “But if this is going to cause issues within the squad-”  

“I know.” She whispers, leaning down to kiss him. “I’m just glad it happened once.” 

*****

It takes them a while to get up. Thankfully they have time today. She knows both of them are trying to figure out how to face the rest of their squad. They had broken basically all the unspoken rules yesterday. Not only that, but she had confessed her attraction to all of them, and then proceeded to fuck Hunter. To be fair, she would have fucked any of them, but Hunter had just been the one that was there. 

Midnight opts for her loungewear, knowing they won’t be leaving the ship for a while. Hunter dresses in his blacks, leaving the rest of his armor on the floor. Once they’re dressed they know they can’t delay any longer, Midnight forcing herself to be brave. She wasn’t getting kicked off the squad. Not directly because of her actions. Though, if the others were upset enough, she may have to consider leaving as the best option. 

They find them in the hull, seated at the table. They’re sitting around with cups of caff, the silence heavy in the air. None of them are looking at each other either, all focused on their cups, or in Tech’s case, the gadget he was working on. 

“We need to have a discussion.” Hunter says, shifting himself into leader mode. 

The squad reacts to the shift, all looking up at him, and subsequently Midnight. She takes a seat at the table, the spot next to Crosshair. At least his cruel remarks would be welcome. She felt she did deserve them right now. Hunter takes the open seat at the head of the table, the silence between them still thick in the air. 

“We need to discuss last night.” He finally says, looking at the other four clones. “And what happened.” 

“Midnight making a drunken fool of herself.” Crosshair says. 

“I was drunk, but I meant what I said.” She snaps back, turning her gaze to the other four clones. “I didn’t want to cause any problems within the squad, make anyone uncomfortable. But it is the truth. I think I could have said it a little better. Maybe not jumped to something so...explicit. I just...wanted to tell you all how much I’d fallen in love with you. All of you. I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but between the pregnancy test and then being back on Coruscant, seeing everything I got to leave behind because of you...I thought I could drink to forget, but it just made me too honest.” 

It’s quiet for a few moments, none of the clones looking at her anymore. 

“Wait, pregnancy test?” Wrecker asks. 

“It’s standard procedure during all physical exams for female GAR employees.” Tech explains. “For reasons like this.” 

Midnight bites her lip, the meaning behind his words not going unnoticed. “I didn’t ever plan on this happening. I never planned on acting on my feelings. I was planning on going home with a ‘reg’ last night. Someone I wouldn’t have to see again.” Her confession has them all shifting in their seats. “Let everything out that way so something like this wouldn’t happen. I never wanted to come between any of you.” 

“I made a dumb decision last night too.” Hunter says, drawing the attention to him. “I took advantage of a situation without taking into consideration anyone else’s feelings. We should have had this discussion first before any of us made any decisions about feelings or acting on them. It’s not fair to any of us, what I did.” 

It’s quiet for too long, even Tech having abandoned his gadget. Tears brim in Midnight’s eyes. She hated that this was her fault. She had been so desperate to forget, so desperate to drown her feelings she lost control, embarrassed herself, and caused a rift between a very close group of clones. She knew how the “regs” viewed them, she’d witnessed it firsthand last night. They were all they had. And here she was, tearing them apart. 

“Where do we go from here?” Echo asks quietly. 

“I’ll leave.” Midnight says. “Go pack up right now and go to the office and ask for a transfer. You’ll never have to see me again.” 

“No!” Wrecker bellows, making them all jump at the sudden noise. “I don’t want you to leave.” He pouts. “I love you too, Night.” 

She gives him a sad smile. “Thanks, Wreck. But I can’t cause any problems in this squad. You rely on each other too much for me to come in and cause rifts like this. I’m the problem. It’s only fair if I remove myself from the equation.” 

“But some equations have multiple variables.” Tech speaks up. “Such as in this case. If we only solve for your variable, the equation won’t work. We have to solve for all variables. Hunter and Wrecker have already voiced their stances. Hunter acted on his repressed feelings for you, but you failed to take into consideration that the rest of us would also share in such a desire.” 

Midnight blinks at Tech. He was right. She had been so focused on thinking the others were jealous because she picked Hunter so easily. Hunter had told her last night he overheard them, noticed how they watched her too. If she could love all five of them, why couldn’t all five of them love her too? 

“We had our conversation last night.” Tech says, adjusting his goggles. “After you and Hunter made your exit. We discussed where we should go from here. At least two of us expressed our interest in following Hunter’s executive decision.” 

Midnight leans her head on her hand, looking at Tech. “You and Wrecker?” 

Tech shrugs, cheeks flushing a little. “I think you’re an...attractive female specimen. I wouldn’t mind conducting some research into female human anatomy with you.” Tech adjusts his goggles again, still looking a bit flustered. 

“Are you...flirting with me?” She asks, a genuine smile tugging at her lips. 

“I think he is.” Hunter says, smiling at his vod. “In his own way.” 

“Don’t expect me to agree to anything.” Crosshair says, sliding his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. 

“Wouldn’t expect you to, Cross.” Midnight says, staring hard at the sniper. She would never admit she was a hair disappointed in his avid opposition to this possible arrangement. 

“I’m not...sure if I can.” Echo says, the last to voice his opinion. 

“That’s okay.” Midnight gives him a small smile. “There’s plenty of ways to go about relationships. I don’t want to make you feel pressured to do more than you’re comfortable with.” She looks over the five clones at the table. “I don’t want anyone to feel pressured into this. I’d rather things happen...organically. I also would have preferred this conversation happening before Hunter and I...slept together. But things happened that we can’t go back on. I’d rather we all take our time, let things progress naturally and not be alcohol induced.” She chews on her lip for a moment, still tender from Hunter last night. “So, we’re really gonna do this?” 

“Hell yes!” Wrecker yells, cheering in victory. 

“Yeah.” Tech says once Wrecker has stopped yelling. 

“You already know my answer.” Hunter says. 

“The option’s there if you decide you want to try.” She says, trying not to single out either Echo or Crosshair. “I’m perfectly happy staying friends. Or...acquaintances.” She does look at Crosshair this time. 

Hunter chuckles. “He’ll come around, cyar’ika.” 

Crosshair glares at Hunter, gripping his toothpick so hard between his teeth, Midnight is scared he might snap it in half. 

“So.” Midnight tries to cut the tension. “Wanna go get breakfast?” 

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[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

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring. 

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances. 

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees. 

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm. 

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

———————————————————————

You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove. 

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs. 

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench. 

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

———————————————————————

You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!” 

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips. 

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses. 

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier. 

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you. 

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours. 

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

———————————————————————

You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in. 

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely. 

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner. 

———————————————————————

You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth. 

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state. 

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

#fun fact: this is completely unedited! anyway - yall ready for these tags? #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 31 #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #john price x reader #john price #price x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #is that all? did i do it right? IDK! #oh wait #bo writes #kyle garrick x reader #now that we're at the ends of the tags can i confess that i kinda hate this?

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NSFW Masterlist Part 7

DC COMICS

Friends with Benefits with Hal Jordan

Jason Todd Gets Jealous and Fucks You in an Alleyway

Conner Kent x Fem!Reader - Principle of the Thing

Clark Kent x Fem!Reader - A Needed Confidence Boost

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader - Hold the Popcorn

Friends with Benefits with Bruce Wayne

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Those Who Meet in the Shadows

MCU

Matt Murdock Gets Dirty in a Church

Logan Howlett when You're a Bimbo and Cockdrunk

King Valkirie - If All of the Kings Had Their Queens on the Throne

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader - Negotiation Tactic

MCU Characters Being Caught Masturbating

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - Please, Say Please

ARCANE

Viktor, Jayce, Ekko and Silco Get a Boner in Public

Arcane Women with a Packer

Sub!Amab!Sevika + Cock Riding

Viktor x Fem!Reader - Lesson Learned

Arcane Men + Passionate, Sensual, Intense or Rough

Arcane Women with a Camgirl Reader

CHAINSAW MAN

Chainsaw Man Quartet Goes Feral on You

Chainsaw Man Quartet Eating You Out

Chainsaw Man Quartet Playing with You Under the Table

Aki Hayakawa Being Your Sex Summer Tutor

BLUE LOCK

Fuckboy Reo Hooks Up with You

Chigiri, Kunigami and Reo Reacting to Your New Swimsuit

Bondege with Mikage Reo

Bachira Denying You Pleasure

Using the Safe Word with Isagi, Kunigami, Kaiser and Shidou

Dry Humping with Rin, Kaiser, Karasu and Nagi

Blue Lock + Threesomes

GENSHIN IMPACT

Al-Haitham Fucking You While Kaveh is in the House

Genshin Men Get A Boner in Public

Childe x Fem!Reader - A Bet and a Prize

Genshin Men when You Confess in the Middle of Sex

Bath Sex with Thoma and Ayato

Things Genshin Men Enjoy in Bed

Genshin Men Doing You Better Then Your Ex

Forced Proximity with Genshin Men

Poly Relationship with Thoma and Ayato

Zhongli x Fem!Reader - The Morax Punishment

Make Up Sex with Genshin Men

Kaeya x Fem!Reader - How Long Can You Go

Interrupted Masturbation with Childe

Genshin Men Fucking You So Hard You Can't Walk

Hate Sex with Genshin Men

Faking an Orgasm with Genshin Men

Scaramouche and Pantalone as Vampires

Diluc x Fem!Reader - Unhelpful Help

STAR WARS

Wrecker x Afab!Reader - Getting Wreckered

Trapped in a Small Space with Din Djarin

Darth Maul x Fem!Reader - Clamming the Throne

The Bad Batch + Soft Sex

AVATAR

Jake Sully x Fem!Reader - Tails, Growls and Arousal

Tonowari Facesitting Headcanons

Avatar Men Getting Praised During Sex

Avatar Men and Their Weak Spots

Friends with Benefits with Avatar Men

Jake Sully x Fem!Reader - Newbie Mating Cycle

TWISTED WONERLAND

Trey and Cater Using a Vibrator on You

Deuce Spade x Fem!Reader - Vows on Devoted Lips

Floyd Leech x Fem!Reader - You'll Remember You Belong to Me

Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders + Clothing That Turns Them On

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Making You Clean Him Up After Sex

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - High and Horny

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - The Child Support Charade

Stranger Things Men + Where They Like to Cum on Your Body

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader - Gatekeeper to My Heart

KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Being Douma's Pretty New Maid

Karaku Giving You Oral

Fingerwarming with Tengen Uzui

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Bakugo Grinding Against You Behind the Gym

Bakugo + Bimbofication

BNHA Men Having Sex For the First Time

Husband!Shoto Gets a Blowjob From His Shy Wife

Stalkers Izuku and Dabi Finally Get what They Wanted

Tomura Shirigaki x Fem!Reader - Where Pleasure Hides

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Enemies to Lovers with Toji Fushiguro

Gojo x Fem!Reader x Geto - Threeway Fun Between Friends

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Double Duty for the Demon King

Jujutsu Kaisen Men When You're So Full Their Cum Spills Out

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Stop the Clock

Toji Fushiguro Being Your Pervy Neighbor

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader - Better Than Shower Thoughts

Geto Suguru + Sex Pollen

TRIGUN

NSFW Headcanons with Vash and Nicholas

Praise and Mirror Sex with Vash

Service Top Vash

Vash, Nicholas and Millions Knives + Cum Shot

NSFW Headcanons with Millions Knives

Vash Being a Sloppy Eater

Vash, Nicholas and Millions Knives + Sex Pollen

Being Vash's First Time

CALL OF DUTY

Virginity Loss Blurb with Simon

Task Force 141 + Spots That Turn Them On

Cleaning Up with Simon

Simon "Ghost" Riley + Touch Me and You Lose

Simon and König Want to Go All Night With You

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Virginity Loss with Daemon, Aemond and Harwin

Silent Blowjobs with Daemon, Aemond and Harwin

Messy Affair with Harwin Strong

#dc comics x reader #mcu x reader #arcane x reader #chainsaw man x reader #blue lock x reader #genshin impact x reader #avatar x reader #twst x reader #stranger things x reader #kny x reader #bnha x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #trigun x reader #call of duty x reader #a song of ice and fire x reader