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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey hey! 👋

First. I just love how creative your stories and headcanon are. Keep going, you're doing good! I m sending good vibes into your way ✨

So! I was wondering if you would write some HC on the theme "Can you check on me?" Please? ~

With the CF 99' (and maybe Omega too), Howzer, Rex, and anyone who think of. In an established relationship or not, as you wish! 🎶

Aloha! Thank you very much! :)) Sorry you had to wait so long for this, let me see what I can do....

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HC's - Can You Check On Me?

Warnings: Mention Of Menstrual Bleeding (No graphic description)/Fluffy/Suggestive/Crosshair

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Hunter

He knows what's going on when you ask him to check on your behind. Poor Hunter's senses are full of you around a week before and while you are menstruating. To him, your hormones are all over the place. He's a bit stressed about it, but all you see is your sweet man, being calm and collected as he's doing you the favor to check.

"Nothing to see, except a really sweet butt, Mesh'la"

You feel heat creep into your cheeks and ears.

"Aren't you a charmer"

You have no idea how much he's trying not to be all over you, by now he's a master at hiding things like that. Hunter doesn't want to come across like a creep or one of those guys simply controlled by their private parts. It's not his fault his senses give him a hard time.

Echo

"Check on what?"

"My behind"

He blinks, blushes a bit and says, "Oookay, and what am I to check your sweet butt for?"

"Anything out of the ordinary"

Echo scratches the back of his head and says, "There is nothing out of the ordinary. Should there be?"

You chuckle and shake your head, giving him a little kiss.

"No, Echo. I have my monthly thing... you know. I was just afraid it might show"

He needs two heartbeats, but then he nods.

"Oh now I get it. No, there is nothing, you're all good"

With a smirk, he adds, "But I keep checking regularly, just in case"

Wrecker

"Can you check on me?"

"For what, hun?"

"My behind"

Wrecker blinks.

"You want me to check out your butt?"

As you nod, he shrugs and does as he is told.

"Hmm"

"What?", you ask, alarmed.

"Well, very nice view, sweet cheeks, could do this a while longer"

"So there is nothing out of the ordinary?", you ask with a little sigh.

"No nothin'", he says chuckling, "What did you expect? A third buttock?"

You sigh but have to grin.

"Don't be silly, Wrecker. No, I got monthly thing and..."

"Oh, say no more, I get it. You're good, nothin' to see"

You kiss his chin.

"Thanks big guy"

Tech

"Can you please check on my behind?"

Tech pauses and looks up.

"What?"

"My behind, would you check it please"

He blinks and says a little confused, "I very regularly check on your behind. I didn't know you were actually into me doing that"

You blink and turn around to look at him again, a little surprised.

"You what?"

Tech blinks, tightening his grip around his holopad a little more.

"Oh, judging by your surprise, I guess your request was of a different nature than I thought."

"You have a thing for my ass?", you ask with a smirk.

Blushing, Tech answers, "I thought it was obvious. But it seems I was hiding my admiring glances quite well"

You kiss his rosy cheek and say, "We should really look into that habit of yours later, but for now, I just wanted to know if I'm good to go. No stains or anything?"

Clever Tech finally knows what's going on.

"You mean because of your menstrual bleeding? There is nothing to see, you're clean"

"Good, thanks"

After clearing his throat, he says, "I'll keep checking sporadically"

Crosshair

He's reacting not the way you expected him to, when you ask the question.

"Sure. Turn around"

He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading it properly, making you squeal in surprise.

"Feels okay"

"I didn't mean..." you interrupt yourself and say angrily, "Okay?! Just okay?!"

You can hear him chuckle behind you as he drags you into a nearby, lonely corner.

"Okay enough for me to want you right here and now. Come on, down with your pants", he hums into your ear.

His voice, the closeness of his body, the way he presses against you, you almost do as he says.

"Stop!"

Crosshair freezes.

"What is it?"

"I asked you to check on me because... you know, I got my monthly thing and I wanted to know if there are stains or anything"

Crosshair takes a deep breath and sighs, surrendering. He looks at you and says, "No stains, you're good"

"Thanks"

"Freakin' tease"

"Look who's talking", you chuckle.

He smirks and grabs your hand.

"Come on, let's go get condoms"

"But-"

"Hey, as long as you are not in pain, I don't mind. You've got me all riled up"

You chuckle, "I didn't do anything"

"Shut up, Kitten", he says softly, pulling you along.

Rex

"What?"

He's flustered and can't really tell if you joke around, messing with him.

"Would you check my behind, the bottom of my pants"

Rex shrugs and looks at your butt. But he says nothing.

"And?"

"And what?", he asks, puzzled.

"Is there anything out of the ordinary? Stains, maybe?"

Frowning, he says, "No. Why would there be?"

But then he remembers.

"Oh, okay, sorry. I'm slow to catch on today. Your monthly thing, right?"

You nod with a little smile.

"Nothing to see, everything clean. But I don't mind checking occasionally", he says with a little chuckle, and kisses your temple, giving your ass a soft little pat.

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clone-anon-after-dark · 11 months

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Secure (Crosshair x F!reader)

Crosshair x F!Reader

Word count: 1538

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, oral sex (reader receiving), handjob, unprotected sex, talking about feelings

A/N: established relationship but first time together, working off the headcanon that it takes Crosshair a lot of time to show vulnerability to the point of being unsure about undressing in front of the person he’s with

This is my first time writing two versions of the same story. The M!reader can be found here.

You and Crosshair had been together for over a year. There were certainly bumps in the road, but as time went on you got closer and couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. It started with emotional closeness and the smallest touches. You felt like the luckiest person in the galaxy the first time he really smiled at you and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he had never looked at anyone else the same way. Sharing a bed became routine and you both slept better when together. You slept together in the literal sense, but were taking your time before going further. Your conversations were normally quiet, facing each other and speaking as softly as if always sharing secrets.

You had saved up enough to get a hotel room for a couple nights and sleep on a nice bed. You were both truly alone together. You got comfortable, taking your time kissing each other, kisses getting deeper and longer. You melted at the feeling of his fingers tracing patterns on your face, down your neck, and across your shoulders. He let out a low moan as you gripped his hips. He pulled back from the kiss, slightly pulling your lower lip with his teeth. He grinned before a flash of nervousness crossed his eyes.

“I want to go further if you do,” he said quietly, resting his forehead on yours.

“Oh?” You smiled and rubbed your thumbs on his cheeks. “What would you like to do?”

You had talked about it before, but you both took your time. He had been terrified of the vulnerability of falling in love and of opening himself up to being with someone, but as time went on, you’d gotten more physical and could tell he was becoming comfortable with being in a partnership.

“Well,” he replied. “How about we start with you? I have a few ideas.”

He pulled on your shirt and you laughed as he enthusiastically helped you out of your clothes. You laid back in front of him, a thrilling anxiousness coursing through your veins. He kissed your lips and trailed down your chest and torso. He took his time running his hands over your shoulders, arms, and thighs as he kept kissing along your hips. He reached up and took his time playing with your breasts, running his thumb back and forth over each nipple and kissing the soft skin. He wasn’t shy about asking what felt good and doing what you asked. His touch set you on fire.

“You’re perfect,” he said softly, laying against your lower half and looking up into your eyes.

He went back to kissing your stomach and mumbled a “May I?” while looking at your pussy.

“Yes, but,” you were already gulping air in anticipation, “do you want to get more comfortable?” You tugged at the top of his shirt and he shyly shook his head a little.

“Not yet,” he replied. “I just want to focus on you. I want to show you how I feel.”

You nodded and laid back down as he propped himself above you, face-to-face. He gently started stroking your velvety folds and nuzzled his nose and lips against your neck, whispering “I love you” and kissing your cheek.

“This spot feel good?” he asked as he circled your clit. You nodded breathlessly, but took his hand to show him a movement that always felt phenomenal. You let out a moan that made him chuckle. He moved further down your body and looked up at you as he left little kisses on your outer folds. He took his time, trying to tease you, but still not wanting to overdo it. He started tasting you, licking every spot and gently sucking your clit before going back to the move you’d shown him.

“Is this okay,” he asked.

“Crosshair, this feels amazing.”

“Tastes so good.”

You reached down and ran your hand over his hair as he kissed the tender skin between your pussy and inner thighs. He went back to gently sucking your clit while reaching up to play with your breasts before reaching around to squeeze your ass just a little. You looked down to see the most beautiful man in the galaxy taking the most tender care of you and thought you might cry.

A few moments later he quietly asked, “Can I put a finger in you? I’m not sure-”

You reached down to caress his face, trying to push away any feeling of need for him to be unsure. “Yes you can, please, it would feel so good. You make me feel so good.”

He smiled back up at you and started treating your clit to little licks. He traced your entrance before slowly moving a finger in and out. He left you feeling that you could be at his mercy forever and never want for anything else. Your body started to tense with more fervor, a heat about to burst through your entire body.

“I’m close,” you said.

He looked up at you and smiled while licking your hot cunt and working you with his finger. You were barely able to breathe as your body became overcome with hot pleasure. He continued to work you over with his mouth through your peak, backing off and nuzzling his nose against your thigh as you came down from your high. He took a cloth and helped clean both you and his face off, smiling as he licked his lips. He moved to lay next to you, holding you in his arms, kissing your temple, and softly smiling. He never felt so happy.

After a few moments, once you caught your breath, you kissed him and couldn’t help but notice his own arousal.

“Hey,” you said softly. “What about you?” You grinned and ran your hands down his sides. “I want you to feel as good as I do right now.”

You both sat up, Crosshair at the edge of the bed while you kneeled in front of him, hands on the top band of his pants. He looked at you with a smile, but then looked away and swallowed.

“What is it,” you asked gently. You could see his throbbing length pushing at the fabric. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes, but it might sound silly,” he said.

“No it won’t.” You took his hand and kissed it, waiting for him.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that, but I was thinking I could touch myself and you could sit next to me. And I think I’d like most of my clothes to stay on for now.”

“Of course,” you replied. “I’d love that.”

You got up, put your panties back on, and sat next to him. He remained on the edge of the bed and you sat next to him, leaning toward him, and kissed him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling at the feeling of the familiar fabric and smell of him.

Crosshair reached into his pants, unsure about taking his cock out, so he grasped his already weeping length in his hand inside the fabric and began with slow strokes. He tried to stifle his groans, but you could tell.

“Don’t be afraid to be vocal,” you encouraged while kissing his shoulder and giving his middle a little squeeze.

He nodded once, his eyes shut while he continued to massage his own length. He was already worked up from his oral dance on you and as he got more comfortable pleasuring himself in front of you, he opened his eyes and looked at you, panting gasps escaping his lips. He quickly pulled his pants down enough for his throbbing length to spring free.

“Will you touch me,” he asked quietly, eyes searching yours.

You reached forward and stroked his balls as he started pumping his length. You reached to join him, your hands both working him. The closeness was almost too much, but letting you touch him felt wonderful to both of you. He was on an emotional high and couldn’t last long. He groaned as he came, nearly drowning in waves of pleasure. You held on to him, snuggled up against him, wanting him to feel safe, secure, loved.

“You’re beautiful,” you said. “All of you.”

He kissed your lips and whispered, “You are everything to me. I love you.”

“I love you, Crosshair.”

You adjusted yourselves, laying back on the bed and holding each other. You could both feel your heartbeats slow to a comfortable rhythm, lulling yourselves into a deeper relaxation.

After a while Crosshair looked down at himself. “I guess this will have to come off after all,” he said, looking at his shirt.

You got up to get another cloth to clean yourselves up, giving him space if he wanted to change alone, but were surprised to find him shirtless and changing into the pajama pants you’d bought him. He smiled softly at you and shrugged.

You got into bed and held each other, sighing softly and sharing sweet kisses. Nothing felt better than his protective love. Nothing felt better than being the one person he kept closest to his heart.

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dinsverdika · 2 years

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Creampie (kinktober prompt)

Pairing: Commander!Crosshair/Elite Squad Trooper!Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): smut, creampie, sexual tension, unprotected vaginal sex, (slight) power dynamic (because of the commander/trooper thing), hate fuck, mean!crosshair, pining (very subtle and mainly from reader), mentions of physical violence (reader wants to slap Crosshair's face but it's just a thought), reader is AFAB.

(I tried to condense my tags on here because my AO3 tags were a mess for this one.)

Word count: 1,028

Notes: 8th day of kinktober with Crosshair. I don't know how I feel with this one. I'm not used to writing "mean characters" so I struggled to not turn Crosshair into a mushy, loving partner but I've pulled through.

kinktober prompt by @/the-purity-pen!

Crosshair’s grunts were accompanied by your soft moans as his hips slammed against the back of your thighs. The rhythm of his thrusts had grown erratic. A shiver coursed through your body as his laboured breathing hit the sensitive skin of your neck.

He buried his cock to the hilt one more time with a loud grunt, his cock throbbed as he emptied himself inside you. You were left heaving against him, coming down from your own orgasm.

As soon as Crosshair recovered his breath, he pushed himself off you, withdrawing his cock from inside you in the process. He chuckled as he heard you whine from the sudden loss. He threw a quick look at you, satisfied with how disheveled you looked, and made his way to the fresher.

You let your head drop back on the pillows with a huff. You focused your gaze on the ceiling of your bunk as you tried to find your bearings again. You had to be quick. You squadmates were bound to come back to the barracks you were sharing with them any time soon. This thing you had with Crosshair was fairly new, and still a secret.

Anxiety bubbled up in your chest, coming to the realisation that having sex with your Commander was surely not allowed.

“It’s better this way,” you thought to yourself. “The dynamics within the squad are… rocky enough as it is,” you sighed. “Throwing the fact that I’m fucking our Commander in wouldn’t help in the slightest…” Your eyes widened as a sudden realisation hit you. “Is fucking your Commander even allowed?!”

The tension between you and Crosshair had been palpable from the start. He easily got on your nerves with his snarky remarks and you easily got on his nerves by questioning all of his decisions. You lost count of the number of times you had found yourselves flushed against each other, lips a few centimetres apart, your mouths pulled in a snarl as you argued.

This growing strife between you two was bound to snap.

It did.

You brought one hand over your chest as you reminisced the first time Crosshair had slammed you against the nearest wall and had captured your lips in an angry kiss. The barracks had been empty at the time, your squadmates having left the room, annoyed with your antics. You had kissed him back with as much anger, pushing him on the mattress of your bunk. You chewed on your bottom lip as the memory of riding him, fucking the pent up tension out of your bodies until you were both shaking from the mind-blowing orgasm you had shared together.

You leaned up and threw your legs over the edge of your bed. The coldness of the floor beneath your feet helped dissipate the remaining haze of lust clouding up your head. Your chest expanded as you inhaled deeply, you pushed yourself up as you exhaled, your chest deflating in the process.

The wobbliness in your legs was gone, a tiny smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you took a few steps successfully. Your smile swiftly faded, your lips parting in a silent gasp as you felt Crosshair’s warm cum dripping down your inner thighs. You squeezed your thighs together, the flames of arousal you had tried to tame down reignited in your lower tummy almost immediately.

The door separating the refresher from the barracks whooshed open, your eyes darted to Crosshair who stepped into the room. He had his armour back on with his helmet tucked under his arm. His eyes were trained on your flustered face, his eyebrow rose up, questioning you silently.

“Your cum is leaking out of me,” you whined.

You clenched your jaw as a smirk appeared on his face, “did you even bring me something to clean myself up with?” you asked, mildly annoyed.

Crosshair chuckled, “why would I?”

Your reply died on your lips as he approached you in quick strides, leaned down and whispered into your ear, “I want you to put your panties back on as well as your body glove and armour.” Shivers crawled over your skin as his warm breath hit the shell of your ear, “I want you to be reminded of who’s actually in charge around here as you parade around with my cum leaking out of you.”

You swallowed as he leaned away from you. A smirk was still plastered on his face which only infuriated you even more. “I hate you,” you snarled.

Crosshair chuckled again, you might have looked pissed but the remaining flustered look on your face was not convincing him.

“Yeah,” he replied, lodging a toothpick between his teeth. “You hate me so much that you let me cum inside your pretty cunt.”

He left the room quickly after that, preventing you from firing back a reply. Your eyes were trained on the door, your hands flexed into fists by your sides as it slid close after him.

His words made you simmer in annoyance. His words also ignited the flames of arousal in your lower tummy. Fantasies of smacking the constant smug, standoffish look off his face or smashing your lips against his in a bitter kiss, shutting him up in the process, had the irritating tendency to cloud your head whenever you would argue.

It dawned on you that the latter was how most of your arguments ended which only fueled your annoyance towards Crosshair. You wanted him badly and he wanted you too. Otherwise “fucking it out” would not be how you would cope with this never-ending tension between you and your Commander.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to clear your mind from these conflicting emotions. You rapidly recovered your body glove and the pieces of your armour scattered around the barracks. You could not help but think of ways to get back at Crosshair as you clipped your armour back in place.

You finally exited the room, a slight smirk decorating your face. If that was how Crosshair wanted to play, then you may as well play along and try to win this sick little war between you two.

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din-miller · 8 months

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A Little Jive Is Good for You

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

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

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

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

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

We-vibe

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

TOYS

Definitely Wrecker's doing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mesh'la, I'm gonna–,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Too much?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Best not make a scene then."

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

One you already know you're going to lose.

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

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

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

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

#my first tbb fanfic I'm scared as hell #warning 18+ content #my first 18 plus fic posted on here too 😬#the bad batch #the bad batch headcanons #hunter x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb headcanons #tbb fanfiction #justice joy writes

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drafthorsemath · 7 months

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Antidote (TBB Tech x afab Reader)

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

Word Count: Five words over 3.3k

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

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

Also on AO3.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready to go, Tech?”

“In just a moment,” he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tech! Come see!”

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

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

“We need to go, mesh’la!”

“What? Why?” You sneezed.

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

“Tech, I don’t feel well.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have an idea,” Tech replied.

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

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

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

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

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

“I know this is not you,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Why me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you restart the campfire,” Tech asked.

“Sure. What progress have you made?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That smell,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Glad you feel better,” Hunter said.

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

You nodded, thanking them for helping you.

“Especially you, Tech.”

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

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

“How did you figure it out?”

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

“I’m sorry again,” you said.

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

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

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

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

“Tech? Can you stay? Is that okay?”

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

“How would you like me to, uh…”

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

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

#tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x fem reader #tbb tech x afab reader #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb tech fanfiction #can you believe I'm out here posting on main #sex pollen #without the sex #reverse sex pollen #i don't know what else to call this #reader insert #period #menstruation

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spectrs · 11 months

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an interesting turn of events

sergeant hunter x afab!reader (NSFW, MINORS DNI)

a new group shows up at the 79's, and you can't help but become entranced with one of the clones. what happens when he meets you after the bar closes and addresses the same sudden attraction?

WARNINGS - alcohol, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, (unprotected) p in v

WORD COUNT - 3.7k

i know hunter and the other tbb boys have been inhabiting my page recently, but i can't help being obsessed with them. anyways, i actually like how this turned out and i hope y'all enjoy :)) (also i think this is my longest one so far)

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

The night started out like any other; stocking up and preparing for the waves of clones that would file through your door, intent on either drinking enough to forget the daily horrors they endured or finding some mingling nat-born to fuck and abandon once satisfaction had been reached. This is how it was supposed to be, this is what you were used to. If anything, despite the hesitation you'd felt when you first took the job, you'd grown used to the same voice coming from every direction, shouting requests for drinks or flirty remarks at passing women.

When you saw them step through the doors of the 79s, you were somewhat shocked to see the repulse and loathing on some of the "reg's" faces. It was almost funny, if you were being honest with yourself. You watched as the four of them made their way towards the bar counter, their gray and red armor a striking contrast compared to the usual white with colored accents. If that wasn't shocking enough, they didn't actually look like clones, but you only knew that because of their helmets tucked under their arms.

The one you noticed first happened to be the shortest, but Maker, was he beautiful. His hair color was that of a normal clone's, but his was longer, most of it pushed back by a red bandana with the exception of a few strands. You could see the five o'clock shadow lining his jaw, and the haunted yet alert look in his eyes. The left side of his face was marked with a skull tattoo, which, in your opinion, made him even more alluring.

Of course, you observed the other three, taking in all of their similarities and differences. Only one of the others had a tattoo, while the largest had a facial scar that caused his left eye to cloud over, and the other clutched a datapad as if he was dependent on it. You watched as some of the regs whispered to each other, acting like bullies watching a new target walk past.

The harsh neon lights illuminated their faces in a red glow, the shadows intensifying as they reached the counter. The one with the tattoo around his eye glared at you, almost as if he already hated you. You internally scoffed, this was certainly going to be interesting.

"Hello boys," you started in your usual serving voice, leaning your body against the counter. "What can I get you tonight?"

"Whatever your strongest liquor is. A warning, however, make sure Wrecker doesn't get his hands on the bottle."

The one with the datapad said that, his unoccupied hand fiddling with the edge of his goggles. You gave a nod in his direction, turning around and reaching for whatever you saw first. You turned back around with the bottle and four glasses to see a small amount of credits on the counter. You eyed the one you spoke to, but he was too absorbed in whatever was on his datapad to notice your skeptical look. The clink of the glass got the biggest one's attention, whose eyes lit up at the sight of the alcohol.

"Finally, it's been forever since we've had this!"

The one with the eye tattoo rolled his eyes but reached for a glass nonetheless. He saw you watching him, and looked up to say, "What are you staring at?"

You were about to reply when the one with the skull tattoo stopped you. "Ignore Crosshair, he doesn't really like nat-borns. Then again, he doesn't really like anyone." That earned a glare from Crosshair, and you couldn't help the small laugh that flowed past your lips.

"I'm Hunter, and these two are Tech," he pointed at the one with the datapad, "and Wrecker," who perked up at the sound of his name.

"I haven't seen you before. This your first time here?"

"Yeah. We don't normally go out during leave, but Wrecker was getting restless. We all were."

"Well, I'm glad you came. It's about time I got some new faces around here." Hunter raised an eyebrow in question, and you quickly clarified. "New people. Then again, you don't really resemble the others."

"We get that a lot."

"Actually, it was a side effect of our mutations," Tech addressed. "As you know, clones are created with the same DNA as Jango Fett, yet altered to have the traits which are desirable in a soldier. Clone Force 99, us, had preexisting aberrations in our DNA manipulated, which resulted in our unique abilities."

"And what would those be?" you questioned.

"Hunter's enhanced senses, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Wrecker's brute strength, and my exceptional mind." The way he stated it was as if it was a well-known fact, which it probably was among the clones. You hadn't heard of clones with such abilities before, which again made Hunter much more intriguing.

You looked up when you heard the familiar glass clinking against the counter, subconsciously grabbing the bottle and pouring refills, pushing the glasses back towards them. Hunter was the only one ignoring his glass, instead directing his attention to you.

You wiped down an area of the counter, not realizing his gaze on you until you looked up and saw his untouched drink.

"You gonna drink that?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, clearly amused with your question. You watched as he grabbed the glass, lifting it to his mouth and downing it in one go. He pulled it back and set it on the counter, but it was like you didn't hear it. Now that you were much closer to him, you could see the dangerous glint in his eyes, the way the red lighting and enhanced shadows made him look so much more intimidating , and the way his lips glistened with the remnants of the alcohol.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the shout coming from another clone at the other end of the counter. Your head snapped up at the sound, and you turned back to the group in front of you.

"Looks like I'm needed elsewhere," you said, giving them a small smile before making your way to the other end. You felt their eyes on you, never leaving your form as you took more requests and talked to the other clones at the bar. At some point, another server moved the group to a booth in the back, the shadowy corner masking most of their activity. The whole time you served, you felt a set of eyes on you, but you didn't dare look up. You knew who it was, and his undivided attention made you wetter than you'd care to admit.

You didn't know why. He was just another clone, another customer. You didn't know him, this was the first time he'd set foot into the 79's, for crying out loud. But he called out to you like a drug, and you couldn't get enough. You drank in the attention he provided you, the need growing in your aching cunt every time you remembered his gaze. It was fucking intoxicating, but if you were asked why, you wouldn't be able to provide an answer. The rest of the night, you just prayed to the Maker this wouldn't be the only time you ever saw him.

Midnight passed, and people came and went. At some point you had to shoo a group of people out of the bar, leaving it empty except for the staff. You all cleaned up, and you told, more like insisted, your coworkers that you would close up. They gratefully accepted, and by 0600, you were checking the last details before locking up.

"Glad to see how thorough you are."

The deep, gravelly voice made you shiver, and you quickly turned around to see Hunter leaning against the counter. If this were any other bar on any other planet, you would fearfully ask how he managed to get in. But this was the 79's, on Coruscant of all planets, and this happened more often than you'd like to admit. Not only that, but the unwavering gaze he held on you was making you anything but scared.

"You know, most don't break into my place of work and watch me close up within twelve hours of meeting me."

A low chuckle, then, "Oh mesh'la, I'm not like most."

You knew the name was Mando'a, you weren't stupid. But it still made you flush and press your thighs harder together. He smirked a bit, evidently noticing the reaction. He started walking towards you, causing you to back up against the nearest wall. You let out a small gasp as you felt your back hit the cold wall, Hunter's body caging you in.

"You heard Tech, didn't you? I have enhanced senses, and all I could smell tonight was you. You're fucking dripping for me, a clone you haven't known for more than half a day. So tell me, what's so special about me?"

You gulped, looking at his body towering over you, his hands pressed against the wall on either side of your head. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face, the smell of mixed liquor filling your nose. Your eyes locked on his for a brief moment, then darted away, determined not to give yourself away so quickly.

You heard the sound of fabric rubbing against skin and an item of clothing dropping to the floor. His arms were away from the side of your head, but two of his fingers grabbed your chin and lifted it, forcing your gaze to his. It surprised you to see his eyes so dark from lust and his expression so determined.

You couldn't even bring yourself to answer, his presence was so goddamn invigorating. His fingers tightened ever so slightly, and a quiet gasp left your mouth.

"Answer me."

You stayed silent for a moment, wondering what would happen if you answered. Your eyes darted across his face, desperately searching for the answer. When you answered, your voice came out as a whisper, almost as if you couldn't bear the thought of anyone else knowing.

"I don't know. You're just so fucking intoxicating it's like-"

He didn't even give you a chance to finish, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate attempt to taste you, feel you in any way possible. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you let your fingers lock themselves in his hair, your grip almost as hard as his on your waist. The heat radiating from his body was driving you crazy, and you needed to feel his skin against yours.

His lip bit yours and you let out a gasp, which he used to slip his tongue into your mouth. You whined, and he let out a sound you didn't know was possible. You managed to pull away for a second, lungs burning from the lack of air.

"Hunter, not here-"

As if he was reading your mind, he tapped your thigh, and you jumped, letting your legs hook around his waist. He carried you effortlessly to the counter, letting his grip loosen once you were seated on the cold surface. His mouth found your jaw, and your head fell back as he continued downwards and bit the side of your neck. He continued just like that, marking your neck and collarbone in a way that had whimpers tumbling from your lips.

He bit a particular spot that caused a moan to slip past and you to tug the strands of his hair. He groaned, then chuckled into your skin, kissing the newly forming bruise. "You like that, don't you mesh'la?"

You nodded, feeling your pussy clench at the familiar name. He groaned again, burying his face into your neck. "Maker, sweetheart, that name must really turn you on. You're all I can smell."

His hands hooked around your shoulders, pulling the sleeves of your shirt and bra down. You quickly lifted your arms, earning another laugh from him.

"Eager, aren't we? You want me to mark up your pretty tits?"

You nodded again, this time more frantically as he pulled your shirt and bra over your head, throwing them somewhere behind you. He continued his descent downwards, resuming at your collarbone and kissing all the way to your breasts. He pulled away for a moment, making you whine at the loss, but the sound was replaced with a moan as his mouth engulfed one and his hand teased the other. Your hands weaved themselves further into his hair, the feeling of his body on yours making you lose whatever sanity you had left.

Maker, it was almost terrifying how easily he could turn you on.

At some point, you felt his hands tugging at the waistband of your pants, carefully sliding the fabric down your legs. He let out a shaky sigh at the sight of your panties being completely soaked through. Your face flushed, slightly embarrassed from how much he did to you.

"Don't be embarrassed, cyare," he said, letting his calloused hands slide up and down your thighs. "I'll take care of you."

That last sentence was a whisper as he kissed the inside of your left thigh, biting the skin quickly before moving to the other one. You watched in anticipation as his mouth moved up further and further until he couldn't anymore. Then, once his face was close enough to your clothed cunt, he took a deep breath in and groaned.

The action shocked you, but you would've been lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

"My god, I'm sure you taste just as sweet as you smell."

With that, his teeth latched onto the fabric and pulled, a gasp spilling from your mouth when the cold air hit you. He pushed your body back onto the counter, held your hips down with one arm, and quickly let his mouth dive into your pussy.

The moan you let out at the feeling of his mouth would've been humiliating if you weren't so blissed out. His tongue prodded at your hole while his free hand quickly rubbed circles into your clit, causing your body to convulse.

“So sensitive, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

His words had arousal dripping out of your clenching hole, the fluid getting all over the lower half of Hunter’s face. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except let the moans spill from your mouth as you let yourself drown in the feeling of his mouth on you. Your hands tugged at his hair when the sensations weren’t enough, when you craved more. The action made him chuckle, and another whine went past your lips at the vibrations.

“Tell me what you need, mesh’la. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

You shook your head frantically, pulling on his hair and letting the pleasure dull so you could tell him. “Hunter, please-”

“Tell me.”

“I need more, Hunter please give me more-”

He smirked at you from between your legs, the sight making your eyes go wide. You couldn’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away from him as he took his other glove in his teeth, slowly pulling it off his hand and letting it drop to the floor. His grip on your hips tightened, and your head fell back with a moan as he pushed a finger into you. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking it lightly as his finger curled itself inside of you.

“Is this what you wanted?”

All you could do was moan in response, the pleasure coursing through your veins like lighting. He chuckled again and added another finger, completely stretching you out. He moved them in and out of you so slowly, it felt like too much and not enough at the same time. You couldn’t help but grind into him, begging him to go faster. Every time you did, he just sucked harder, making you buck your hips into his face. He continued just like that, that oh-so-familiar feeling building up in your abdomen.

“I’m so close, don’t stop, please Hunter-”

“It’s okay, cyare. Come for me.”

Those simple words shouldn’t have had such an intense effect on you, but that along with his thumb pushing against your clit made you come with a cry. Your eyes quickly shut and your head rolled back as pleasure ripped through your body. You could feel Hunter’s mouth still on you, his tongue lapping at every spot he could reach.

The pleasure dulled down to a haze, his mouth pressing light kisses to your clit before pulling that and his fingers away. He looked up at you again, the lower half of his face completely covered in your arousal. This didn’t seem to phase him, however, because he simply stood back up to kiss you again. You whined at the taste of yourself on his mouth, and he pulled away to push his thumb into your mouth. Watching him and getting an idea, you made a show of sucking your arousal off of his finger, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He switched his fingers and you took your time licking them clean.

“Gods, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You let go of the last finger with a pop of your mouth and smirked up at him. “I know.”

He smirked back at you, stepping away from your body to slowly take off the armor on his legs. You stared as the defined muscles of his thighs were revealed, along with the very noticeable bulge. You knew you were staring for too long when you felt his hand on your chin, lifting your face to his.

“You like what you see, mesh’la?”

You nodded, causing a short laugh to fall from his lips. He swiftly picked you up and sat down at the edge of one of the booths, and you gasped when you felt the outline of his cock prod against your thigh. He grasped onto your hips and dragged you across his lap so you were straddling him.

You could feel how thin his blacks were, and he chuckled as he felt the goosebumps raise at the top of your thighs. Your hand grabbed his shoulder while the other reached down in between your bodies, pulling his leaking cock out of his pants. You gave it a few experimental pumps, and his head rolled back as he groaned. It was your turn to let out a laugh, leaning into his neck to press a kiss at his pulse while lifting your body and placing your aching cunt right above his cock.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, both of you moaning in unison as you felt the burning stretch. When he was fully inside you, your head dropped onto his shoulder, letting out a quiet whine.

“God, Hunter, you feel so good.”

“I know, I know, cyare.”

He was so breathless and his hands were fisting themselves into your flesh, as if he was trying to stop himself from losing the last amount of control he had left. You carefully dragged your hips across his lap, moaning at the feeling of his cock dragging inside of you. When you felt his still body, you slightly lifted your head from his shoulder to find him watching you fall apart.

“Hunter, please.”

Those words must’ve sounded angelic to his ears, a quiet but desperate plea to give you what you wanted. However, all he did was move his hands up and down your waist, trying to coax a more specific request out of you.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

You whined, your brain on the verge of short-circuiting if he kept this up any longer.

“Please, just fucking move.”

He gave you a small smirk, and you finally got what you craved when he picked you up by your hips and slammed you back down onto him.

He wouldn’t let up, but it wasn't like you wanted him to. The pleasure was building so quickly, every sensation lighting your nerves on fire. The feeling of him hitting that unreachable spot inside of you with every thrust, his hands toying with your body, his lips nipping at the base of your neck. It was incredible, and you knew he felt the same every time his cock twitched inside of you. Every bite or scrape at your skin was punctured by a muttered praise from him, he was so determined to make you feel good and it made you clench around him at the thought.

Your hips met in time with his, and while he barely had to guide your body, his grip was still iron strong. You felt your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto his, which he used to his advantage. He gathered some of it on his fingers and reached in between your bodies to quickly rub your sensitive clit. Your back arched in his body as you mewled, the knot in your stomach winding more and more.

“Please, please, please, I’m so close-”

He groaned, feeling you clench around him. “Mesh’la, where do you want me to-”

“Inside.”

“Are you sure?”

Your lips quickly captured his in a kiss, solidifying your decision for him. He quickly pressed his thumb against your cunt, and his mouth muffled your cry as you came on his cock. White dots speckled your vision as tears freely fell down your face at the sheer force. Almost right after, he thrust into you one more time before you felt his cum filling you to the brim. Your body fell limp against him, and his arms held you as he leaned against the wall of the booth.

Your breathing was heavy, your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and your thighs were too sticky for your liking, but you didn’t move as Hunter gently held your spent body against his.

“Well,” you heard him start. Your head lifted ever so slightly to lock your eyes with his. “I think I found my new favorite bar.”

You scoffed, feeling the corners of your mouth turn upwards. “And I think I found my new favorite customer.”

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get-wr3ckered · 1 year

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

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

Wordcount: 1,200+

Notes:

Reader has an established nickname/ callsign.

While Reader is gender neutral, they're AFAB.

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

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

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-Chapter Two-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's gear up then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A painful silence hung over you.

"Bewoop!"

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

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

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

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

"Boop!"

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

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

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

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

It was out of your hands now.

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ladykatakuri · 1 year

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Stardust Reblog Challenge December 2022

1st:

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

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

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

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

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

Rex x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

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

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

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

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Alone Together - Tech x Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

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

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

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

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

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

Rebels Wolffe x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

Jesse x Jedi F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

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

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

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

12th:

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

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

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

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

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

TBB a sa Rockband HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

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

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

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

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

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

The Fallen - Fives story by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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clone-anon · 9 months

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Masterlist

This is sort of a masterlist. Sometimes I send someone a story and they decide to keep it to themselves (which is totally good and fine!), so I don’t have it posted. Here are the ones that are posted.

Assume these are gender neutral unless stated otherwise. I also tried to indicate the theme of each ficlet or something that happens and if they are platonic/could be read that way. If you notice any errors please let me know!

501st (multiple clones)

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic reader support when depression hits

The Bad Batch (multiiple clones)

TBB x reader who has had a terrible day and needs support

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

Coruscant Guards (multiple clones)

Headcanon: Corrie Guards and their pets

x platonic padawan artist reader

Below, clones are listed in alphabetical order.

Boba

x reader snuggling (Daimyo Boba)

Boil

x reader making out on a loveseat

Cody

x m!reader reconnecting when Cody has leave

x reader and Cody starts a garden

x m!reader who is sick and mildly dramatic about it

x reader where Cody gives reassurance

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader being domestic

x reader go to a festival

x reader where Cody surprises you on your birthday

x reader where he surprises you with lunch

x reader the story of how you met

x reader making plans on a rainy day

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader hugs and reassurance

x reader napping together

x m!reader where Cody wants to get to know you

x reader go to a flower festival together

x reader who is having a fake battle with someone else over Cody or something I don’t know I just live here

x platonic reader leaving the Empire

x reader who makes a tough decision

x reader who’s had a long day and needs some comfort

x fem reader enjoying her birthday together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Crosshair

x m!reader first kiss in the rain

x platonic reader who can’t sleep (big brother figure Crosshair)

x f!reader on her birthday

x f!reader who is feeling insecure in her swimsuit

x platonic padawan reader

x reader getting caf

x reader with PTSD nightmares (can be read as platonic)

x reader dating and some feelings

x reader who doesn’t feel good and needs comfort

x f!reader where he surprises reader on her birthday

x reader who needs to cry by can’t get it out (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Crosshair apologizes

x reader where Crosshair missed you while gone

x reader confessing feelings to each other

x reader where he supports you when you have your nose to the grindstone

x f!reader who fights a guy who thinks he can steal Crosshair away

x reader comforting him

x reader who is under the weather

x reader being there for each other

x reader where he’s proud of you for trying

x reader and how he shows he cares

x reader expressing their love

x reader saying how much you mean to each other

x reader where he starts getting more comfortable being closer

x platonic reader and morning caf

x reader where he makes the smallest move

A Little Drabble After the Trauma of Season 2 Episode 14

x reader where he checks in on you

x platonic reader where he supports you when you let out jealous emotions

x reader what he sees when he looks at you

x reader (who is shorter than he is) where Crosshair struggles to express his feelings

x transmasc reader who is struggling with chest dysphoria (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he surprises you on your birthday

x padawan reader (platonic, obviously) steps on a landmine and he remembers Mayday

x s/o afab reader and period comfort

x reader when they’re nervous for a job interview

x reader (platonic) where he helps you work on your blaster aim

x m reader who uses sign language when overwhelmed or overstimulated (Part 2 here!)

Late Nights (Crosshair x gn Werewolf Reader) for Pineapple’s 2023 Halloween Party

x reader hanging out on a rainy day (platonic with big brother Crosshair vibes)

x ftm trans reader coming out to him (can be read as platonic)

x male reader who sometimes goes nonverbal and teaches him some more sign language

x f reader going to doctor’s appointments and cuddling after

x reader where reader gets swept away in the snow (part of the Clone x Reader Life Day Fic Exchange 2023)

x reader who would like some help getting out of work early when overwhelmed (follows the previous fics with a reader who goes nonverbal and uses sign language)

x transmasc boyfriend reader where Crosshair helps after reader’s top surgery

x former padawan reader (platonic) avoiding the Empire

Big Brother Crosshair x Pabu kid who needs time to be a kid (platonic, obviously)

Darman Skirata

x fem reader who wonders if she’s not good enough

Dogma

x reader and first kisses

x reader helping him relax (cameo from some others of the 501st)

x reader supporting a freed Dogma after Umbara

x reader where Dogma realizes how much he loves kissing

x reader and a lot of hugging

x reader gets flowers

x reader where Dogma admits he gets nervous butterflies before seeing reader

x reader who needs encouragement to finish work

x reader gets flowers (another one)

x reader and the things he loves about you

x reader go on a walk together

x reader go stargazing

x reader spend a day together and Dogma learns he can relax

x reader where he holds you while you work

x reader where he asks if he can kiss you

x f!reader where he finally approaches you

x reader waking up together

Echo

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader is surprised by Echo

x reader who is feeling a little down about their creative skills

x reader who wakes up to Echo making them breakfast

x reader who has anxiety / anxiety attack

x reader who needs comfort

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

x reader spend a day together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x f!reader spend a day in the city together

x reader confession of feelings

x reader where he needs to take some of his cybernetics off and relax with you

x reader where he takes you on a date to Cloud City

x reader first I love you’s

x reader where they befriend a lot of birds

x reader on their birthday

x reader comfort while reader is finishing up work

x reader (platonic) and Tech x reader (romantic) cuddles after Tech’s return

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Fives

x reader making out

x reader who is really sick

x f!reader and flowers

x m!reader on their first date

x platonic reader opening up to him about CSA trauma (no specific descriptions)

x f!reader who is insecure about their body

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x f!reader and helping her after a nightmare

x reader where reader is stressed and Fives comes over

x reader where Fives welcomes you home from a trip

x f!reader morning snuggles and affirmations

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader first date

x reader where Fives sings and hums

x reader having a nightmare and getting reassurance

x reader having a nightmare (another one, he’s good about helping)

x reader where he gets back early and surprises you

x reader who gets dizzy and can’t sleep in pitch black

x reader tells Fives they would die for him

x reader romantic feelings

x reader where Fives gets lost in thought

x reader who gets a root canal and needs TLC

x afab reader who is struggling with health issues (period problems and dental work)

x reader who needs comfort in hard times

x reader comfort after someone steals reader’s holiday gifts

x male boyfriend reader where he teaches you how to shoot a blaster to protect yourself while he’s deployed

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x reader who is having a rough day (can be read as platonic)

Fox

x reader where Fox comes home late to reader and snuggles

x reader on a date night

x reader where he finds a way to ask them out

x reader on an easy-going date

x reader having bad vibes hit and needs a snuggle

x reader where he misses your birthday because of work but comes home to make it up to you

Gregor

x reader taking a nap together

husband!Gregor flirting with spouse!reader

x reader who doesn’t feel good

x reader spending a day together

x reader who he always visits when he’s on planet

husband!Gregor and wife!reader

x reader comforting Gregor

x reader finding comfort in each other with cuddles

x reader who uses a cane

x reader where he has a tough day with his TBI/PBA (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain after work

Hardcase

x reader go to a fair

x reader where Hardcase finally comes home after being gone and off the radar for a long time

x reader where Hardcase is kind of all over the place

x reader where he asks you out to dinner

x reader have lunch at a park

x reader where he tries to cook for you

x reader where you watch fireworks together

x f!reader riding a speeder through Coruscant together

x f!reader learning about what you do at work

x m!reader helping ground him

x reader dancing together

x reader who just got a new tattoo

x reader going on a date and making out

x mtf reader who is worried about passing

Hevy

Finding a Way: Hevy x reader: a Hevy Lives AU written for the rare-clone-fic-exchange

Coming Home: Hevy x reader: a continuation of my Hevy Lives AU for Life Day

Hound

x reader with PTSD and who does not like fireworks

x reader first meeting plus massiffs! (can be read as platonic)

Howzer

x reader who just had surgery

x reader go to a butterfly garden

x reader and helping them have a good cry

x f!reader romantic moments

x reader where he comes home from a mission

x tall reader who is a little insecure about their height

x wife reader who needs a little break (mention of dad Howzer)

x wife reader who has some mental health struggles (mention of dad Howzer)

x fem reader seeing each other after a long time

Hunter

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x m!reader and a first kiss

x single parent reader talking about having a child together

x reader with social anxiety (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he lets reader touch his hair

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

x reader where Hunter is supportive during a big change

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader where he reminds reader to take it easy sometimes

x f!reader who is worried she can’t get pregnant

x reader where he braids your hair (reader has long hair)

x reader confessing feelings for each other

x reader helping when they are panicking / worrying

x reader where he helps with your blood sugar issues

x reader who holds their cards close to their chest

x reader who is sick

x reader where he gives you a massage and cuddle

x reader with domestic fluff

x pregnant reader with discussion of taking care of a baby

x reader where Hunter has a headache and reader needs rest too

x reader who needs some closeness after disappointing news

x reader and domestic life together

x pregnant reader who is having a rough time being pregnant right now

x reader spending time together plus a quiet evening

x reader who is struggling with vision problems

x reader cuddles the night before reader has a medical procedure

Jesse

x reader and budding romance

x reader who goes unnoticed by others (can be read as platonic)

x m!reader where Jesse is flirty and sweet

x reader in need of comfort

x m!reader first meeting

Kix

x m!reader go kayaking

x reader where Kix cooks for reader

x reader who started new mental health medication and is dealing with side effects

x reader comforting Kix after a hard day

x m!reader have a domestic moment when you’re overworked

x reader where Kix supports you after an unnamed medical procedure

x m!reader where he brings flowers

x f!reader where he learns to brew tea

x reader have a picnic

x reader whose pet tooka just passed away

x reader going through burnout and Kix talks to them about the importance of valuing themselves

Mayday

x artist reader

x reader who helps him find home on Pabu

x reader go swimming

x platonic reader who is homesick

x reader enjoying domestic life

Monnk

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of deep water, but feels safe enough to go in with him

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of the water and doesn’t go in

x m!reader shows Monnk his favorite spot to swim in the ocean

Rex

x reader having an ordinary yet romantic evening together

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

x platonic reader hanging out and Rex talks about 501st shenanigans

x f!reader dyes her hair blue

x wheelchair user reader with chronic pain cuddling and reassurance

x reader reunited after Rex was gone for a long time

x reader on a date

x reader and a sweet kiss

x reader stargazing

x platonic reader catching up after a busy time

x reader where Cody and Wolffe spy on your date

x reader who has a chronic illness and fatigue

x reader spending quality time together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader escaping a social situation

x reader doesn’t feel good enough

x reader where he supports you through a tough time (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he knows you’ll get those WIPs done

x afab reader dealing with a miscarriage

x reader share a moment in the moonlight

x m!reader a declaration of love

x m!reader on a romantic date

x reader where he makes you a flower crown

x reader makes him a flower crown

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x reader happy birthday surprise

x reader who has to have dental work done

x reader who is struggling with parents encouraging disordered eating (can be read as platonic)

x reader who is dealing with an eating disorder

x reader going on a cozy trip together

x reader where he comes over to ease some stress

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x jedi reader comforting him after Umbara (can be read as platonic)

x reader comfort during a day of grief

Sinker

x reader who has a bad day and he helps

Tech

x reader with ADHD and depression who struggles to sleep

x reader who needs support

x afab reader on their period

x plus size fem reader with disordered eating

x reader who is sick / going through it

x reader snuggling with Tech and telling him about sharks

x platonic reader on the anniversary of an unnamed traumatic event for reader

x reader enjoying quiet time outside together

x m!reader showing affection

x reader after Tech comes home from a mission

x reader where Tech helps reader ward off an anxiety attack

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader who is sick (can be read as platonic)

x reader takes Tech to one of their favorite places (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Tech gets some civilian clothes

x reader where Tech takes you to see a meteor shower

x reader where Tech returns after being gone

x reader with quality time and sweetness (”talk bumpers” reference)

x reader cuddles (can be read as platonic)

x reader who needs encouragement (can be read as platonic)

x reader going to bed together

x reader have drinks and dance at 79′s

x reader starting the day with caf together

x reader going out to lunch

x reader where he makes modified goggles

x reader who is having a hard time

x reader dancing together after a long day

x platonic reader where Tech comforts you when you’re unconfident / overwhelmed

x reader where he gets something to represent his commitment to you

x m!reader where Tech tells you how he feels

x reader where reader opens up about their home world

x reader where he helps you fix your speeder bike

x reader is comforted after a nightmare

x reader going on a date to the aquarium

x reader telling him how you feel

A Little Something After the Season 2 Finale (Tech Lives)

x f!reader who has tokophobia

x reader who is overwhelmed

x f!reader who is pregnant where they find out it’s twins

x reader who has nightmares

x f!reader who has a miscarriage

x s/o reader who uses a wheelchair/hoverchair

x reader who needs comfort when feeling unwell

x reader looking at the night sky together (could be read as platonic)

x reader (romantic) and Echo x reader (platonic) cuddles after Tech’s return

x s/o reader who’s been in a funk and needs some comfort

x reader who struggles with passive suicidal ideation (could be read as platonic)

Tup

x reader painting their nails and Tup’s

x reader making cookies together (can be read as platonic)

x reader braids Tup’s hair (can be read as platonic)

x reader nervous first date

x reader who wants a mohawk

x reader where he makes breakfast

x S/O fem reader comfort and cuddles

Waxer

x fem reader who is self-conscious about having facial hair

Wolffe

x platonic padawan reader who learns a lesson and how much Wolffe cares

x afab reader who is on their period

x awkward m!reader asks Wolffe out on a date

x platonic padawan reader are stuck in the rain

x reader waking up to reader’s croaky voice after an illness

x reader where Wolffe takes you out

x reader where reader is shrunk slightly on a mission

x reader where reader helps Wolffe relax

x reader who is grieving (can be read as platonic)

x f!reader where he returns to you after losing his eye

x plus size reader who uses self-depricating humor (can be read as platonic)

x boyfriend reader who struggles with chronic pain as a result of childhood trauma

x s/o reader having a quiet evening together

Wrecker

x reader go to the beach

x reader who is having a bad day

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x reader at a food truck festival (can be read as platonic)

x reader affirmations

x reader after reader gets a diagnosis that leaves them feeling self-conscious

x reader taking a lunch break together

x reader where Wrecker lights up your world

x reader bouncing on a giant trampoline together

x reader where he reminds you to eat and take care of yourself

x reader where he shows you it’s safe to let him in

x reader where he supports you when you’re over-extending yourself

x plus size f!reader first meeting

x reader crocheting together

x reader needing distraction and cuddles

x reader rocking in a hammock together

x reader more snuggles

x f!reader early romance

x reader go to an amusement park

x reader spending quality time together

x reader cuddling and falling asleep together

The Anon that Started It

Pulling Fives, Gregor, and Crosshair

#tcw fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #clone fanfiction #masterlist #reader insert

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zoeykallus · 8 months

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

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

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

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

Thank you so much!

Aloha my dear!

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

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

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

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

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

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Tech

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

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

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

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

What are the risk factors for PMDD?

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

Women with a family history of PMS or PMDD

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

Other possible risk factors include lower education and cigarette smoking

Talk with your healthcare provider for more information.

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

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

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

The following are the most common symptoms of PMDD:

Psychological symptoms

Irritability

Nervousness

Lack of control

Agitation

Anger

Insomnia

Difficulty in concentrating

Depression

Severe fatigue

Anxiety

Confusion

Forgetfulness

Poor self-image

Paranoia

Emotional sensitivity

Crying spells

Moodiness

Trouble sleeping

Fluid retention

Swelling of the ankles, hands, and feet

Periodic weight gain

Diminished urine output

Breast fullness and pain

Respiratory problems

Allergies

Infections

Eye complaints

Vision changes

Eye infection

Gastrointestinal symptoms

Abdominal cramps

Bloating

Constipation

Nausea

Vomiting

Pelvic heaviness or pressure

Backache

Skin problems

Acne

Skin inflammation with itching

Aggravation of other skin disorders, including cold sores

Neurologic and vascular symptoms

Headache

Dizziness

Fainting

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

Easy bruising

Heart palpitations

Muscle spasms

Other

Decreased coordination

Painful menstruation

Diminished sex drive

Appetite changes

Food cravings

Hot flashes

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

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

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

Hunter

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

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

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

Echo

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

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

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

Wrecker

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

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

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

Crosshair

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

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

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

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@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

@padawancat97

@agenteliix

@allsystemsblue

@palliateclaw

@either-madness-or-brilliance

@ortizshinkaroff

@andy-solo1

@hunterssecretrecipe

@heyitsaloy

@greaser-wolf

@extrahotpixels

@hated-by-me

@hunterxcrosshair

@malicemercy

@bebopsworld

@echos-girlfriend

@cpnt616

@dangraccoon

@jediknightjana

@pb-jellybeans

@antishadow2021

@sleepycreativewriter

@projectdreamwalker

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clone-anon-after-dark · 11 months

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My Masterlist

I will do my best to keep this updated. I did not create one of these for my other blog and by the time someone mentioned it, I was too far in. Also, with longer fics posted less frequently, it seems like I might be more successful keeping a masterlist here.

Headcanons

Clones with an Asexual Partner

Boba

Stay Tonight (Daimyo Boba x Plus Size Fem Reader)

Cody

Just Cody (sub!Cody x GN!reader)

Special Day (slight dom!Cody x GN!reader)

Crosshair

Secure (Crosshair x F!reader version)

Secure (Crosshair x M!reader version)

Reconnecting (Crosshair x Trans Male Reader)

Topping (Crosshair x M!reader)

Darman Skirata

Being Known (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)

Watch (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)

Echo

Coming Home (TBB Echo x F!Reader)

Turning a Corner (TBB Echo x Fem Separatist Reader)

Fives

Campfire (Fives x GN Asexual Jedi Reader)

Thrill (Fives x F!Reader)

Fox

Handsome Man (Fox x Trans Male Reader)

Best Place to Sleep (Fox x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Gregor

Memory Foam (Gregor x GN!reader)

So Good (dom!Gregor x F!Reader)

So Good (dom!Gregor x M!Reader)

Make a Mess (sub!Gregor x F!Reader)

Make a Mess (sub!Gregor x M!Reader)

Hardcase

Lunch (Hardcase x F!reader)

Hunter

Don’t Have To (Hunter x F!Reader)

Jesse

Brunch (Demisexual Jesse x GN Asexual Reader)

Kix

Undemanding (Kix x GN!Reader)

Mayday

Time Away (Mayday x F!reader version)

Time Away (Mayday x M!reader version)

Rex

A Little Closer (Rex x GN Aromantic Asexual Reader)

Starting a Family (Rex x Fem AFAB S/O Reader)

Sinker

Coming Home (Sinker x F!reader version)

Coming Home (Sinker x M!reader version)

Tech

Don’t Leave (Tech x F!reader version)

Don’t Leave (Tech x M!reader version)

Trying (Tech x F!Reader)

Tup

Loose Curls (Tup x F!Reader version)

Loose Curls (Tup x M!Reader version)

Wolffe

Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!AroAce!Reader)

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x F!Reader version)

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x M!Reader version)

Wrecker

Slowly (Wrecker x M!Reader version)

Slowly (Wrecker x F!Reader version)

#my masterlist #tcw fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #smut #reader insert #clone thirsting

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tinywitchgoblin · 2 years

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

Part 1

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

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

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

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

word count: 1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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din-miller · 8 months

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Welcome to The Bad Batch Masterlist

- NO INCEST

- No use of y/n

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

(he's a hard character to write for)

- contains 18+ content

HUNTER

• A Clones Reflection

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

WRECKER

• Soft edges, gentle touch

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

• Simply The Breast

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

• Sweater Weather

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

ECHO

TECH

° Safe and Sound

| Comfortember 2023 – Safe | 460

° Aay’han

| Comfortember 2023 – Baking | 312

PLATONIC

• We’re Stronger Together

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

• Go Peacefully, It’s Okay

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

• The Purring Hours

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

THE BAD BATCH BOYS / HEADCANONS / RANDOM WORK

° A Little Jive Is Good For You

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

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

° Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

| Pairing: Bad Batch Boys x Female Reader.

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

° The Walls Around Us, Betray Us

| Pairing: The Bad Batch Boys x Female Reader.

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

Tbb thoughts

- Omegas outfit on Kamino

- a little thought about Crosshair and Omega

- wrecker’s facial scars

- Jedi Reader

- Clones go to karaoke songs

#justice joy writes

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priortoallthoughts · 3 years

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SEND ME A REQUEST!

✨WRITING ✨

🔥 Another Chance to Love You (Fives x afab!reader x Echo)

Forgiveness (Imperial!Crosshair x gn!reader/jedi!reader)

Bad Batch Cuddles (Bad Batch x gn!reader) [pt. 1]

TBB Cuddles Gets an Echo (Bad Batch x gn!reader) [pt. 2]

🔥 Singular Pleasure (Commander Wolffe x gn!reader)

Don’t Mess With the Commander’s... (Commander Fox x afab!reader)

Caf || 🔥 Patrol || Cyare || Nap || 🔥 Tour

Reader’s thoughts on Fox’s kama

Lost and Found (Commander Fox x afab!reader)

Listen Real Closely (Delta x afab!OC)

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6

🌒 Prompt Requests 🌘

Fluff 20 (Fives x gn!reader)

Fluff 8 & 24 (Tech x gn!reader)

✨ART ✨

🌒 The Book of Boba Fett 🌘

Boba Fett

Fennec & Twi’leks

Tuskens

Boba Reacts

🌒The Mandalorian 🌘

Appo and Grogu

🌒 Bad Batch 🌘

Howzer

Echo Smiling

Is There an Echo in Here

Echo Meme Sketch

Lula and Clone Trooper Doll

🌒 Clone Wars 🌘

Tup

Rex Crying

We’re all Crying Here [Fives/Echo/Tup/Rex/Waxer]

Annoyed Vod

501st Shenanigans [pt. 1]

501st Shenans [pt. 2]

Hardcase and Fives Valentine

Clone Name Calligraphy

Clone Name Calligraphy [pt. 2]

Dance of the Little Swans 501st/212th/104th

Fives and Echo

Wolffe

Kix

Scorch

Sleepy Fox

Fox in the Morning

Fives

Fives and Tup

Delta Squad

Cody on Tatooine

Cody in Lingerie

Rex, a King

🌒 Baby Clones 🌘

Fives Conspiracy || Domino Squad || Hardcase || Tup & Dogma || Jesse & Kix || Wolffe Pack || Rex & Howzer || Blackout & Spark

🌒 Misc. 🌘

Clone/Mando Bucket Mandala

Adult Ahsoka

Jango Fett

Fives Forehead Kiss

Space Moms pt. 1

Space Moms pt. 2

May the 4th

🌒 Non-Star Wars 🌘

True Form Sukuna NSFT

#masterlist #star wars #clone wars #bad batch #writing #fanfic #fanart

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aenaxes · 3 years

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lo-fi

[crosshair & tbb x afab/f!reader] it's been a tough campaign, so you and crosshair decide that the boys in the field can listen in, as a treat.

warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, consensual exhibitionism/voyeurism, polyamory, improper use of comms, crosshair being snide

w/c: 3.9k

a/n: phone sex? broke. comm sex? woke. rip @ u when the rest of the boys get back to the ship :/ (ps: thank u for 130! big mwah)

“Area’s been cleared. No sign of any seppies here,” Hunter’s weary voice wakes you with a start, crackling over your comm as you lift your head off the familiar height of Crosshair’s shoulder. “We’ll set up camp and head back at first light.”

“Better use the ‘fresher when you get back; you’ll stink up the whole ship,” Crosshair drawls back from beside you and evades you with an easy grin as you sleepily jab at his side.

Mean, you mouth at him with a frown, and the sniper simply shrugs back.

“We’ll see you soon. Love you all, y/n over,” you say, leaning over into Crosshair’s comm.

You receive a slightly disoriented chorus of ‘love you, too’s and ‘love you, cyar’ika’s from the brothers in the field, all blended together over frequency static and the sheer exhaustion of four rotations trekking through the marshy Balnab underbrush. Luck on your side, as navigator, you had escaped the dreary fate of noxious swamp gas and heat rashes in the unlikely case that the boys might need a quick exit.

But luckier still, Crosshair had stayed behind with you, citing your very real lack of combat training as grounds to have at least one of the brothers stay behind and stand guard. After all, volunteer corps boot camps could only teach you so much. And donning that trademark grin that made you either want to kiss him senseless or smack him upside the head (depending on your mood), Crosshair had innocently claimed that if he couldn’t see through the gaseous atmosphere, how could he know where to aim, much less shoot?

(You use your karkin’ scope, shitwad, Echo had said with the sickliest smile possible, and even he couldn’t help but join in when you and the boys all erupted into uncontrollable laughter.)

Suffice to say, Crosshair had spent the last two days holed up in the Marauder with you, a couple games of gin rummy, and a few steep new favors owed to his brothers’ grumbling.

For all the cool circulating air and dehumidifier settings in the Marauder’s helm, with the viewport fogged by the greenish atmospheric haze and your only task to wait for either a distress or all-clear signal, the little card games had gotten predictable after the second day. You had been tempted, out of some combination of boredom and fantasy, to prompt a game of strip poker (though Crosshair’s various bits of armour would have given him the indubitable upper hand, even with his horrible poker face).

Tempted, not even tried. You were all too aware of the uneasy stress of the mission outside, that low-lying tension and anticipatory dread staving off any coy desire to take advantage of your time alone with Crosshair.

But now, with the all-clear signal loud and clear through the comms, there’s little holding your inhibitions back when Crosshair reaches up and ruffles your hair after you click off his comm. Regardless of how innocuous his touch may be, heat rushes to your cheeks as you lean into his palm.

“Needy,” Crosshair chuckles, quick to catch on to your preening under his hand.

“I’ve been so patient,” you exhale a grand sigh, your voice carrying the petulant playfulness that never fails to pull Crosshair into the chase. And based on the lopsided grin twisting over his lips, you’ve got him exactly where you want him. “Don’t tell me you aren’t feeling at least a little bit of the same.”

“You’re insatiable,” he snarks. But he’s already rising to his full stature and crowding you back against the nearest surface, his hands firm and insistent over your waist as the backs of your knees meet the cool holotable steel.

“Right,” you retort, lifting your chin and baring your neck to him when he dips his head low to kiss over your pulse. The first touch is always careful—it comes with the territory, sharpshooting, all calculated movements with little space for error—but Crosshair’s intentionality is no less desirous, mouthing over your skin as you feel one hand drag slow and heavy up from your waist to your neck. “I’m the needy one.”

“You’re the enabler,” Crosshair mumbles into your skin, and you can’t help the dreamy sigh that passes your lips when you feel his fingertips knead soft, slow motions over the base of your neck. “I’m just running with the punches.”

“Maker, you suck at talking sexy,” you laugh, brighter still when you feel Crosshair’s soft exhale over your skin as he stifles laughter of his own.

“Then let’s not,” he says and lifts his head to offer you a wry smile. Before you can humor any more dry banter, Crosshair pulls you flush against the hard lines of his chestplate, one hand curled over the base of your head and the other sliding around the small of your back, and swallows any words you had with his tongue.

Second nature, you lift your arms to curl over his shoulders and anchor him close.

Crosshair takes your invitation with ease, pressing his tongue over your lips before he gently shifts you up to seat you on the holotable edge and slots between your thighs. It doesn’t take the firm weight of his hand to have you rocking forward to meet him in a slow grind, and you lift one knee, hooking your calf over the hard edge of his thigh guard and pulling him closer still.

He pulls back, and you respond with a petulant whine, weakly tugging on his hip with your leg. Crosshair laughs, little but a soft huff, but one that has equal parts desire and frustration rising in your chest. Seeming to have caught on, Crosshair only leans forward enough to meet you with a chaste touch of his lips, but, desperate for more, you take the brief window of opportunity to reach up and tug his head to yours.

“Don’t be a fucking tease,” you mumble insistently, punctuating your request with a soft nip over Crosshair’s top lip. You gasp when you feel his gloved fingers grab, twisting your hair tight under his fist and tearing you from his lips.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” he snarks back, his brows raised in playful challenge. “You take what you get,” he snarls, his lips curled up in a sharp grin as he yanks your head to the side and he dips close. You feel his breath fan over your skin, a brief and heady warning before he crowds you close and drags his tongue from the edge of your jaw to the highest crest of your cheek.

Desire, sweet and cloying, curls over your spine as he steps back, leaving you in a dazed sort of stupor as you watch him make quick work of the plastoid secured over him. It takes you a moment to collect yourself, ready to launch a snide remark his way, but whatever you intended to say is far beyond coherent thought, let alone expression. He finally closes that small distance between you, presses the hard lines of muscle and sinew close between your thighs, and your head falls back against the cold tabletop as you sigh.

He’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and you can’t get enough.

It’s different between each of them. There is careful intention with Hunter, playful and boyish glee in Wrecker’s arms, the stern edge of authority when Echo presses you against the wall, Tech’s rosy warmth when he kisses you sweet. But Crosshair offers you the snide challenge, the push and pull of teasing one-upmanship when he shoots you a smug grin, pushes your thighs open, and spits onto your cunt.

“Probably didn’t need to do that,” he says a bit mildly as he brings two calloused fingers up against your cunt and gently parts your swollen sex. You might have mistaken his soft exhale as laughter when you clench down around achingly empty space, but you know better. As he lifts his hand to your lips and pushes your own arousal past your lips, watching you take his fingers deep and suck, you know better. (It’s awe.)

“Fuck off, and fuck me,” you moan around his fingers, gently nipping over his skin.

“Are you really in any position to be making demands?” Crosshair snorts and pushes his fingers down against the flat of your tongue. You bite his fingers a little harder in response, and vindictive justice crows over the haze of lust in your chest when he hisses through a grin.

“Oh, please. You want this more than I do,” you roll your eyes, crinkling your nose as he smears your own spit over your lips before he pulls away.

Catching the slight part in Crosshair’s lips, you ready another snide retort. There’s an art to foreplay with Crosshair’s cynicism. But any coherent thought promptly dies on your tongue when, instead of a snappy comeback, Crosshair kneads one hand tight over your hip, presses the blunt head of his cock up against your cunt, and pushes.

It doesn’t get old—you don’t suspect it ever will—the satisfying burn pooling warm in your gut when Crosshair anchors you to the holotable and stretches you open. For that one, long moment, the clever, biting banter you share has vanished, leaving only slow, hitching breaths and the cresting ache of want to fill its place. You don’t hold the same playful joy of victory over his head when you open your eyes to see him groan, too enraptured by your own pleasure, by the gorgeous picture he presents you, his brows furrowed and eyes fluttered shut, to poke fun at how he bows over the table edge and braces himself over you with a stuttering inhale.

You cry out with him when you finally feel him press as deep as he can, the trembling muscle of his thighs molded up against your skin. Crosshair dips low, close enough that you feel his every heaving inhale brush against your chest, and you only see love, love, love, raw and tender and so, so good when you look through your lashes and catch the warmth in his dark eyes.

That this was it, that you were as good as it would ever get.

“Ready?” he whispers, play hinting at the edges of his voice as he strokes his thumb over your hip.

“Is that even a question?” you giggle.

Silent discretion isn’t necessarily something you strive for, not since the boys heartily accepted your trembling confession that one just wasn’t enough. You’ve long since learned to dismiss any flare of bashful embarrassment that might have you clap your hand over your mouth when Echo pulled you into the nearest room or Wrecker decided that he couldn’t wait for the few quick steps between the armory and the bunk hall. But it’s obscene, the sound that bubbles up from your throat when Crosshair abruptly pulls out of your dripping cunt and shoves himself back in full.

Too high on the euphoria heavy and thick in your throat, you barely register the soft kiss he presses to the corner of your mouth before he rises up and begins fucking into you in earnest. Your eyes flutter open when you feel his rough fingertips dig into the junction of your thigh and hip, trailing low for a brief, uncertain moment before he finds your clit and presses firm over where you part around him. And when you strain your ears above the breathy whines spilling from your lips, when you squeeze down around him with a soft sob, you hear him gasping with you.

This was really as good as you would ever need it to get.

“Wait,” you laugh a bit breathlessly, squirming under his touch. “Wait, let’s call them.”

Crosshair fixes you with something like morbid intrigue, his gentle, firm movements over your clit falling still so he can offer you the unspoken question behind a quirked brow.

“The area’s clear; they’re tired; morale’s low, you know. I think it’d be fun,” you rationalize as a coy smile grows on your lips.

“Is this what you’ve been thinking about this entire campaign?” Crosshair finally asks. Despite the almost disinterested drawl in his voice, you both know it’s a weak cover for the mischievous delight at the prospect of teasing desire in front of his field-weary brothers.

“Maybe,” you breathe, breath hitching as he rolls his thumb over your clit.

“So vulgar,” Crosshair chuckles, rolling his eyes when you blow him a kiss and fall back onto the tabletop.

But he’s already reaching for his discarded commlink and shuffling it back on. He secures the plastoid snug over his forearm, and when he shifts forward to steady himself as the locks snap into place, he shifts up and presses firm against the spot in your cunt that has you arching off the holotable with a low whine.

“Save it for them, yeah?” Crosshair chuckles, and he presses for Tech’s comm.

“Crosshair?” Tech mumbles groggily, apparently having just awoken to Crosshair’s impromptu call.

“So good of you to answer,” Crosshair drawls into his bracer. As much as you’d like to sit back up and swat his audible smirk off of his lips, the snark dies on your tongue when he shifts forward hard, the firm lines of his hips connecting firm against your ass as you sink your teeth into your arm to stifle your sob.

“Is everything alright?” Tech asks through a yawn. And you would laugh at his sleepy obliviousness if you weren’t quite literally seeing stars, blinding iridescent comet trails across your field of vision, when Crosshair slips his free arm under your waist, secures you tight, and pushes his cock impossibly deeper into you. All you can do is bite down over your uniform sleeve and wonder if your high whine reaches the comm feed.

“Fine, really,” Crosshair says with a breezy flippancy that you don’t currently have the mental capacity to find irritating. “Mind telling the others to pick up?”

“Maker, this better be for a good reason,” Echo’s frequency crackles to life, albeit somewhat sourly. Following his voice, you register a hearty yawn from Wrecker’s line, and not a moment later, Hunter’s light quietly blinks on.

“Is y/n on?” Tech asks.

“Mm, she is,” Crosshair punctuates his words with another sharp thrust that has your toes curling in your boots as your legs jerk over his arms. The saccharine tenderness of earlier gives way to the smug tone you have grown to (begrudgingly) adore. “Come on, say hello.”

“H-Hi,” you whimper into your comm, trembling as Crosshair digs his fingers over the soft skin of your thigh and slowly pulls out of your cunt, just until the ridge of his cock catches on your stretched lips. This time, when he thrusts forward there is no measured, careful deliberation—only raw and rapidly unraveling need as he sheathes himself inside you with one smooth motion and crushes up against that soft spot inside you that has you sobbing over your comm.

If they hadn’t heard your soft, muffled noises before, they certainly have, now.

The collective feed goes quiet.

“Holy shit.”

And then all at once, it’s a staticky blend of voices when the realization finally sinks in and exhaustion has all but been forgotten for the night.

You hear Wrecker groan just above Hunter’s gasping, flushed “oh,” and you’re fairly certain you catch Echo and Tech synchronize a low, drawn “fuuuck” as you sigh. But Crosshair gives you little space to register the sudden and raucous desire over the channel when he cants his hips forward and fucks into you deep.

This may have been your idea in the beginning, but whatever control you thought you had has long gone as you scrabble for purchase over the cold holotable top. The teasing game, dangling the possibility of having in front of the boys in the field, is now simply a show out of your hands as you moan into your comm.

“How does she feel?” Wrecker asks, his voice breathy and low.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Crosshair laughs, angling another sharp thrust against the spot that makes you see stars.

You grip tighter to the edge of the holotable with a choked moan. There’s something so indescribably rousing to hearing them speak over you as if you aren’t even there, rutting desperately back against Crosshair’s hips as you sigh and moan into the commlink clutched over your wildly beating heart.

“Our poor little cyar’ika went four whole days without being touched—she’s dripping. Tell them how much you needed this,” Crosshair croons, a mocking sharpness curling at the edges of the gentle tone of his voice. “Tell them how much you need them.”

You tremble under him as his hips meet yours hard enough to knock the air from your lungs, unable to do more than whine as you feel him snake his arm up your chest and curl his fingers around your neck.

“I—I need you!” you manage, your words only soft sighs pulled from what little breath Crosshair affords you through a steady, devastating pace. “Maker, I miss you so much—!”

Eyes squeezed shut, you fight the urge to quell every noise that claws at your throat. As obscene as it makes you sound, your boys are nowhere near as close as Crosshair, able to do little else but close their eyes and dream of you through the modulated channel frequency alone. It’s the least you can do, you think, and you moan as Crosshair shifts his hips up hard.

“He makin’ you feel good, cyar’ika?” Hunter’s voice crackles over the channel. “Pretty baby, you feelin’ good?”

“Mmhm!” you whimper, nodding wildly as if they’re not camped out a few hundred klicks from the ship, as if they’re there, bearing witness as Crosshair pulls you apart with every insistent, heady motion he makes.

“You’re a big girl,” Crosshair sneers, digging his fingers into the soft skin of your waist as he fucks into you sharp enough it punches the breath from your lungs. “Use your words.”

“So—” Your voice wavers over a gasp. “Feels so good!”

“Attagirl,” you hear Echo groan.

You can’t imagine how much of a mess you must look, jaw slack and eyes rolled back into your head, drunk on nothing short of hedonistic joy in its purest form, legs jerking over Crosshair’s arms when he fucks a particularly deep thrust into your cunt. Maybe you’ll try a call over the holo next time.

“Close,” you whimper.

But as soon as the words leave your tongue, you realize your mistake, panic flooding in your throat when Crosshair raises his brows, a wicked grin on his lips, and simply. Stops.

“Are you, now?” Crosshair chuckles, and if you weren’t there, dangling at that precarious precipice, so, so close to the kind of pleasure that wracks through your body so hard you forget your own name, you might have slung some acerbic jumble of words his way. But you are there, twisting your hips for any sort of purchase while Crosshair offers you a knowing smile.

“I’m going to kill you,” you hiss, only to be cut short, your words swallowed by your wailing moan when Crosshair fucks into you, a shallow thrust that pushes you closer, closer to the aching pleasure just out of reach.

“Oh, that wasn’t nice, was it?” Crosshair taunts.

The boys murmur over the channel, all soft laughter while they imagine your flustered desperation, wishing it was them back on the ship, stuck to lookout duty, blessed with the cool air of the helm and your warm cunt fluttering around them.

“What do you say?” Crosshair laughs breathily into his comm, dragging one slow finger over your throbbing clit, firm enough that it sparks want through your chest but too light to do little more than tease. You sob under his touch. “Does our girl deserve to come?”

“Let’s ask her,” Echo rasps, and when you squeeze your eyes shut, your mouth waters at the hazy mental image of the eldest’s lidded gaze, his cock fisted heavy in his hand as he whispers into his comm. “You think you deserve it, cyare?”

“Please,” you gasp. It’s more than a simple response, rather, a plea for something, anything, that little bit of more to push you over the razor thin edge between teasing pleasure and release.

“Gotta answer the question, little one,” Wrecker chokes out past a straining chuckle.

“Maker, you know what I mean—!” you whie, shuddering at the jolt of pleasure that laces up your spine when Crosshair wraps his arm over your thigh and presses deeper than you thought possible.

“Answer it,” Tech breathes.

“Fuck—I deserve it!” you finally sob, and your thighs clench when you hear Hunter groan over the channel. “Maker, I deserve it!”

You’re not sure if it’s your own confession ringing in your ears or the sensation of Crosshair squeezing his hands over your waist that finally tips that delicate balance between your excruciating anticipation and release, stirring wild and devastating from low in your stomach as you arch off the holotable and scream. It crashes over you in an endlessly overwhelming wave, swallowing you whole in nothing but simple, luxuriant pleasure fizzling at your fingertips and blurring your vision with euphoric tears while Crosshair shudders, head hung low as you clench down around him.

“That’s it,” Wrecker croons. Somehow, you’re still able to catch his adoring praise over the frequency, your focus turned to the way Crosshair continues to coax your pleasure, drawing it long and desperate with what thin strands of composure remain.

A final, stuttering thrust, and Crosshair drapes himself over you, burying himself as deep as he can in your fluttering cunt and groaning softly as he fills you with warm, heavy spurts of come. All you can do is whine and pulse around him, losing yourself to the mercy of every passing sensation that sparks delirious pleasure up your spine.

“We’ll be back soon, sweet thing.”

You weakly turn your head to face the blinking comm light beside you, reduced to a blurry spot of red muddled by the lingering tears in your eyes. It’s a miracle you can hear Hunter’s voice over the dull buzz in your ears at all, but even through your exhaustion, his voice strikes want, warm and deep, through your core.

You mumble something unintelligible to your own ears in response, little more than a sign of life as Crosshair steps back and clicks off your comm.

“Quite the show,” Crosshair laughs softly, leaning close to curl his palm at your jaw and thumb at the tears beaded over your lashes. He presses his lips to your temple, and you bask under his touch. “Did such a good job, cyare.”

“When I can’t walk in two days,” you rasp through the dry itch in your throat from your (retrospectively) embarrassing show of being as loud as humanly possible over the comms. “I expect you all to take turns carrying me everywhere.”

Crosshair snorts, tapping the soft skin of your inner thigh to carefully drag his fingertips through the mess of come and slick smeared over your cunt. “Two days? It took them four to get out to the mark.”

And he’s right. The soft, fluvial wetland outside was far from conducive for fast travel, even with a clear mark and sharp navigation. But all things considered, you wouldn’t be surprised if the boys were packing up and leaving camp now, all for the chance to board and throw you onto the nearest bunk a few odd days faster.

“Four credits they’re leaving right now,” you laugh.

“Let’s make it four credits they’ll make it back in two,” Crosshair offers. He dips low and brushes his forehead close against yours, sharing soft laughter as you reach up to stroke over the back of his head.

They make it back in one.

#after two long weeks behold #anyways all the power to u in this fic #u got these boys runnin laps #crosshair x reader #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader #yaej.writes

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