#tech: refuses to let anyone else pilot the marauder

[mandos-mind-trick]

Midnight Drabble

Did I just come up with this? Maybe. Is it absolute trash? Maybe. Is it complete filth? Absolutely. 

Very NSFW. Absolute filth below the cut. 

Takes place some indeterminate time after Necessity. Might make it part of a longer fic later. But for now enjoy. 

MASTERLIST

He tries not to, but he hears too much. 

His enhancements were both a blessing and a curse. He could hear an enemy squadron from miles away, but it was so easy to get overwhelmed. He could smell changes in his team: if they’re tired, sad, or injured. 

He could also hear all of them. 

The close quarters in the Marauder don’t help any. He can hear everyone and everything. He tries not to, but he can’t help it. 

Hunter leans back in the pilot’s seat, closing his eyes. He sighs out a long breath, the quiet of the ship only made things louder. He can hear the quiet, even breaths from Echo and Tech’s bunks. The heavier breaths, broken by snores, from Wrecker’s bunk. 

The moans from Midnight’s room. 

They’re quiet, and likely would be inaudible if anyone else even passed in front of the door. To Hunter, they’re loud. It’s the quiet, breathy moans she let out when others were on board, when she’s trying to be as silent as possible. They’re muffled slightly, by a hand or maybe a pillow. Those sounds are a good sign, he knows. 

She likes what you’re doing. 

He can hear the quiet smack of skin against skin, slow and methodical. Deep. He can hear the wet squelch of her pussy with every thrust and the quiet creak of the bed. 

The harsh smack of skin against skin has his eyes snapping open. A sharp cry sounds, quickly muffled. 

“Shhh. You don’t want to wake them, do you?” A quiet moan in answer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? All of them listening in, hearing just how pretty you sound.” A muffled whimper. “You want them all to know how good you feel, how good I make you feel.” 

Hunter squeezes his eyes closed, trying to block out the obscene noises, the obscene thoughts rushing through his head. His cock is pressing hard against his codpiece. It’s painful, but he refuses to remove it, refuses to touch himself. He’s definitely not listening in on purpose, definitely not ready to jump in and intervene if he needs to. 

He’s not jealous. He’s...careful. 

He knows how intense Crosshair can be. He had warned her. He had overheard that conversation. She hadn’t seemed to care, but Midnight was well known for jumping into things without really thinking them through. 

Another smack echoes in his ears, the sharp inhale cutting off slightly. He shouldn’t listen in, he should put his headset on and try to drown them out as he usually does. 

He can’t. 

“You’re just a filthy little whore, aren’t you?” Crosshair growls, the rhythm of his thrusts changing. 

A sob. Hunter’s back stiffens a little, attention fully focused on what’s happening now. 

“Yes!”

He can smell the changes, the intense scent of arousal hitting him full force. She likes it. 

Another smack. “Yes, what?” 

“Yes, sir! I’m your whore! Only for you!” 

The last word is choked off. He can picture it, the way her legs shake, the arch of her back, her lips parted as she cums. Hunter’s head falls back, a quiet groan leaving his own lips. He’s not sure when his hand had slipped into his blacks, codpiece on the floor as he works his hand over his length. He lets his senses take over, every smell, taste, sound washing over him. He cums into his hand, making a mess of his blacks, but he doesn’t care. 

He can hear an echoing groan from the bunks, and one from Crosshair further down the hall. 

Kriff they’re in deep.

They all are.

#the bad batch #the bad batch fic #star wars #star wars fic #clones #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader

[tending-the-hearth]

the fact that people were genuinely shocked at the way Tech maneuvered the Marauder during the Ryloth episodes honestly surprises me because our first introduction to the Batch is literally Tech almost taking out a group of regs because he decided to Tokyo Drift into the airfield instead of landing the ship like a normal person

#tech: refuses to let anyone else pilot the marauder #also tech: hey hunter wanna see me do a barrel roll with the marauder #the bad batch #the bad batch tech #the clone wars

[writer1]

The Rescue

A\N: This was requested by an Anon, I hope you like it. this is my first Crosshair fic, the reader is gender neutral.

Request: Can I request a Crosshair x Reader fic where the reader is a Jedi and they’ve been captured by the separatists, and the Bad Batch goes to rescue them?  And Crosshair refuses to leave their side when they’re in the medical center recovering?

Warnings: Torture, injury, near death.

Crosshair paces around the Havoc Marauder, they should be landing soon. Crosshair has worry flowing through him, you have been captured by the Separatist’s for about a week now.You were the Jedi that was assigned to the Bad Batch by the Kaminoans. 

They had wanted to try to tamp down their craziness, but no one but your fellow Jedi knew that you were just as crazy. None of them ever thought that they could grow to be friends when they met you, but it happened.

For Crosshair his feelings are more than friendship, he’s fallen for you. But he hasn’t told you, you won’t feel the same way, and there are rules. You aren’t allowed to be with him, and he’s not supposed to be with you. 

The only people who know about this are his brother’s and they have tried to convince him to tell you, but Crosshair won’t budge. And now he may never get the chance. Crosshair jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you need to sit down, we’re landing.” Crosshair nods, Hunter keeps the comforting hand on his shoulder as they sit down. “They’re going to be okay, Cross. I promise, they are strong, they’re probably breaking their way out as we speak.” Crosshair chuckles, That does sound like something you would do.

Hunter pulls Crosshair close in a hug, Crosshair struggles a little, trying to keep up his act but can’t and he leans into the hug. “We’ve landed!” Tech calls from the front and both of them get up. Wrecker comes out of his room, he hasn't been as happy or excitable as before. Everyone’s been more down since you were captured, even Tech has been pretty quiet, and it’s usually a chore to get their youngest to stop talking.

All four of them already have a plan to get you back, and they will get you back if it’s the last thing they do. 

xxx

Crosshair snipes another droid, same thing he’s been doing for about 20 minutes, but he’d snipe every last one in the separatist’s army to get to you. Hunter has him at a point where he can easily snipe any droids that come their way. 

Hunter and Tech went in alone to try to get you out, he’s trying to do stealth, not one of their strong suits. Crosshair's job is to snipe any droids that get close to the Marauder, while Wrecker sits inside just in case one get’s past Crosshair or they need to make a quick getaway.

“Cross! We have them, they’re in rough shape. Have the Marauder ready to go when we get there.” Crosshair feels fear strike his heart when he hears that you’re hurt, even though he knew that it was a good possibility. “Affirmative.” He tells Hunter, jumping up from his spot and running to the ship.

He runs in the door. “They have them, Wrecker! We need to get the ship ready to go, NOW.” Crosshair yells as he runs to the cockpit and start’s to get the ship started up and ready to fly, he concentrates on that rather than thinking of you. 

Crosshair waits in the pilot’s chair. “Cross! They are all on board. Go!” Crosshair flies the ship out of danger as soon as Wrecker yell’s, getting them safely off the planet. “Where should we go!” He yells back, he doesn’t know how hurt you are, and if you need medical help or not.

“Fly us to the nearest Gar medical center, They are in really bad condition.” Crosshair does as Hunter tells him, his hands are shaking. He’s feeling the most fear he has ever felt in his life, even compared to the Kaminoans experimenting on him.

He starts the hyperdrive, going into hyperspace, and leans back in the seat. Crosshair prays to the force that you’ll be okay, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses you. He turns autopilot on, getting out of the chair and walks out of the cockpit. He needs to see you, even if you’re injured.

He rushes in to see Tech bandaging you up, you have a large wound on your chest, and many bruises littering your body, including your face. Crosshair runs up to you, grabbing your hand and holding it. 

None of his brother’s say anything, they just let him hold your hand. They’re all afraid for your life, the Separatist’s had tortured you, Hunter can’t get the horrible image of you locked up, laying in a pool of your own blood out of his mind. 

It’ll take about half an hour until they’ll arrive at the Med Centre, they won’t leave your side until then.

xxx

Hunter carries you into the Med Centre as everyone else runs behind him, Crosshair is silently freaking out, especially when one of the medics comes and takes you away. He tries to follow but Hunter stops him. “You can’t go in there Cross, you know that.”

Crosshair huffs, but nods. He sits down beside Wrecker, now all they can do is wait. It’s silent in the waiting room between the four brothers as the hours pass, not even Tech can speak at the moment. After about three hours a clone medic walks out.

Crosshair is the first one up, running over to the medic. “Are they alright?” He asks, the medic nods. “They’ll be just fine, the recovery will take a few weeks, maybe even a few month’s, we can’t be sure. But we do expect a full recovery. We will allow visitors to see them now, but they are still asleep, so only one.”

Crosshair turns to Hunter, he needs to see you. Hunter smiles comfortingly. “You go ahead and visit them first Cross, we’ll all come in once they wake up.” Crosshair nods, following the medic to your room. He walks in to see you laying on the bed, you look the weakest he’s ever seen you.

He sits in a chair beside your bed, grasping your hand gently with his own. He sits there as he waits for you to wake up, he’s trying to figure out how to tell you how he feels. After this he doesn’t want to hide them anymore, even if you reject him.

Nurses and Doctors come in a few times, a few of them try to make him leave but he refuses, Crosshair won’t leave you alone right now. Not while you’re like this, seeing you this weak and injured has scared him. He’ll stay with you in this room for as long as he has to until you wake up, he won’t budge from this spot for anyone.

xxx

Your eyes flutter open as you feel someone softly squeezing your hand, you open your eyes, blinking and turn to see who has your hand. You see Crosshair, he looks worried and like he hasn’t had much sleep. “Cross?”

He turns to you with a surprised look, squeezing your hand. “Y\N! You’re awake!” You smile at him, squeezing his hand in return. “Yeah, are you okay? You look exhausted.” Crosshair chuckles.

“You were captured and tortured by the Separatist’s, and you’re asking if I’m okay.” You give him a tired smile. Crosshair thinks about what he should do, he’s never been good with words, at least not when it comes to telling someone you love them. He’s never been in love before. “I can tell that there's something you want to tell me, Cross. what is it?”

Crosshair sighs, tightening his hold on your hand a little. “I… I love you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.” Crosshair looks away from you, waiting for your reaction. He knows that you’re going to reject him, you’re an amazing Jedi, and he’s just a defective clone.

You freeze when Crosshair tells you, you don’t know what to think, you fell in love with him over the time that you were with The Bad Batch. No one knew, you’ve been trying to figure out what to do, but now you know.

“Cross, I love you too.” Crosshair’s head whips around to look at you, he can’t believe it. “Really? What about the Jedi order? And do you really want to be with a defect like me.” You frown, bringing your hand up to cup Crosshair’s cheek. “They don’t have to know, I want to be with you, Cross. Neither you or your brothers are defects, please don’t talk about yourself that way.”

Crosshair smiles a rare, genuine smile. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “I love you so much Ner’Jetti. I’m so glad that you’re okay.” Crosshair whispers once he pulls away, this is the softest you’ve ever heard the sniper speak, and you find it endearing. “I love you too, Cross.”

You and Crosshair share another kiss before a doctor come’s in, you know that this relationship will be hard, you have to hide it from everyone outside of Clone Force 99. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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#my writing #Crosshair x reader #Jedi reader #tw torture #the bad batch #clone force 99 #hunter #wrecker #tech #crosshair #star wars clone wars