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aldrawss · 1 month

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“Did they teach you plan 72?”

Imagine Omega learning all the plans during one of her lessons with Tech, and the sheer horror on her face when she discovers what plan 99 entials. She’ll turn to him, terrified, and ask “we won’t have to use that plan, will we?”. He’ll look at her for a long moment, before eventually saying “I should certainly hope not”. Reassured by this, she’ll turn back to the data-pad and continue memorising the rest of the plans. But Tech will continue to stare at her for a long time afterwards, brown eyes sad behind his goggles. Because he knows, deep down, if the situation ever came to it;

He’d use plan 99 in a heartbeat.

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 1 month

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Step Into The Daylight

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Prompt - "Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do anything about it.” “You... What?” & "I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you"

The sun streaming through the windows did little to fight against the coldness he felt, he knew the room was warm, he knew the cold he felt deep in his bones wasn’t there and yet he couldn’t fight the shivers that wracked his body. It didn’t matter that he could see the small room his brother’s had shown him to once they landed on the planet, in his mind he was still there, still in that cold, small cell with no hope of escaping.

He’d been there for so long, long enough that he had lost track of the days. He could have planned an escape, could have made some attempt to leave their torture but what for? There was nothing waiting for him outside of his cell anymore.

Gone was his relationship with his brothers, gone was the easy back and forth banter with Wrecker, gone were the late night talks with Hunter, gone were the days him and Tech would sit together, his brother’s voice filling the silence without expecting anything back from Crosshair, gone was Echo’s steady presence, at his side whenever he needed it.

Gone were you.

Gone were the early mornings when the rest of his brothers were still asleep, only you and Crosshair awake in the cockpit holding a warm cup of caff and filling the space with softly spoken conversation. Gone were the days spent trying to stick by your side, gone were the stolen glances and lingering touches, gone was sneaking away after missions to explore together, gone were the chances he took to watch you smile, gone was the promise he’d tell you how he felt tomorrow.

Crosshair had run out of tomorrow’s a long time ago.

After all he had done, all the pain he had put his brothers through, the pain he had put you through, this was the least he deserved.

And so when the chance came to make his escape, to leave the pain and the torture behind he hesitated. The cell door was open, it would be so easy to leave and yet he hesitated.

If the kid hadn’t been there, if her life didn’t depend on him getting her out he knows he would have stayed where he was, he would have rotted in that cell for as long as they decided he was useful alive.

Now he was free and somehow he felt more confined than ever. It wasn’t just because Hunter wouldn’t take his eyes off him, it wasn’t because Wrecker hovered or the fact Omega had seemed to attach herself to him. It didn’t even have anything to do with the fact that you were here, stars above Crosshair couldn’t think of a time he would ever have ignored your presence and yet now he did everything to stay away from you, not able to face you yet.

No, it wasn’t because of you or his brothers that Crosshair felt confined. It was because he didn’t deserve this freedom, in his head he was still in the cold cell, destined to rot away.

Crosshair stood from the floor, unable to lay there any longer. The room had a bed tucked against the wall but Crosshair had only managed about ten minutes of tossing and turning on it before he gave the bed up for the floor, the bed too soft compared to what he had become used to.

Everyone else was still asleep as he made his way outside, no real destination in mind. His feet carried him through side streets until they grew sore and only then did he make his way back, stopping not too far away from where the others were to sit on the sand, the sun shining blindingly on the water.

He didn’t deserve to be here.

“I used to come here.” A voice interrupted him some time later, a voice he recognised all too well. “It’s quiet, no one ever comes here.”

Crosshair didn’t turn to look at you, he couldn’t bring himself to do it but when you sat next to him it was too much. He went to stand but your hand softly grabbing his stopped him.

“Please stop running away.” You pleaded softly and Crosshair didn’t have to look at you to know your eyes were teary but he did anyway, his heart aching for having made you this way.

“I can’t do this.” He told you quietly, forcing his gaze away from yours and looking back out at the water.

“I don’t know what happened to you,” You said after a moment's silence and Crosshair balled his hand into a fist, silently begging you to stop talking. “I don’t know what they did to you and you don’t have to tell me but-”

“But nothing.” He spat angrily, glaring at the sea and instantly hating himself for lashing out at you, so he tried again, softer this time. “But nothing. What they did to me was nothing less than I deserved.”

“Don’t say that.” You said, head shaking as you tried to compose yourself.

“It’s the truth, I tried to kill you, kill my brothers…I hurt you all and for what? For the Empire to throw my loyalty in my face.” Crosshair shrugged.

“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.” You told Crosshair, looking away from him as you spoke. “It didn’t matter what you did, how far you strayed from us, I never gave up on you.”

“You should have.” He muttered. “Everyone else did, Hunter doesn’t trust me, Wrecker wants to but he knows I’m nothing more than a lost cause.”

“That’s not true. Hunter’s just being Hunter, he needs time to adjust, needs time to figure things out in his head and then he’ll want to talk to you. Yeah you’re both gonna throw out words you don’t mean, maybe a punch or two but after that…it’s Hunter, he’s glad you’re back. As for Wrecker he wants to come to you, you know that as much as I do but he’s scared, he doesn’t want to spook you so he’s waiting for you to make the first move.” You explained, keeping your voice soft, not turning to face Crosshair as he turned to look at you.

“What about you?” He finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“I was with Wrecker. I kept my distance and waited to see what your move was. Turns out your move was to avoid everyone.” You laughed and Crosshair felt himself relax a little, the sound one he hadn't heard in so long and it somehow managed to push out some of the cold he felt. “I feel for you, Cross, I do. Stars only know what the Empire did to you but you’re free now, don’t let them win, don’t shut us out.”

“I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you.” Crosshair said after a long pause of silence and you laughed again.

“We all feel bad for you, despite everything you’re one of us.” You told him so sincerely that Crosshair felt like he’d been punched in the stomach at the speed his breath was stolen from him.

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face and you hesitated for only a moment before you reached out and took his hand in yours, entwining your fingers together.

“I don’t deserve any of this,” Crosshair forced out and you smiled at him softly. “I don’t deserve you, you should be running away from me, leave me behind and move on.”

“Well, I’m sorry but I fell in love with you, okay?” You told him, watching as his eyes widened in complete disbelief. “It happened and I can’t do anything about it.”

“You…what?” Crosshair choked, for so long he had dreamed of you and him, of a life where you could possibly want him but it was such a far off dream, something that would never become a reality and now you were saying the words he had longed to hear for years.

“You’re stuck with me, Cross, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not running away. You’re it for me, always have been.” You said, laughing as a tear or two managed to slip down your cheek and Crosshair only second guessed himself for a moment before his hand cupped your cheek and he softly brushed the tears away, his thumb caressing your cheek bone.

“I don’t deserve you.” He repeated and you smiled brightly at him. “But I will spend the rest of my life trying.”

“I love you.” You told him again, watching as his eyes became watery and he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, so much.” He choked out and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the small distance between the two of you, Crosshair not hesitating to meet you in the middle.

Crosshair’s hand on your cheek moved to your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you, savouring every second of the feeling, something he had longed for and convinced himself he could never have.

Eventually the two of you needed to pull apart for air, breathing heavily but not going far from each other, foreheads together as you both smiled at the other.

For the first time in so long Crosshair didn’t feel a single bit of cold, his body was warm, his heart racing as he held you close. For the first time in a long time Crosshair didn’t feel numb, he didn’t feel pain or fear.

It felt like he was finally off that awful planet, it felt like he had finally left his cold cell behind and stepped into the daylight, able to feel the sun of Pabu for the first time and it was because of you, you were the source of this warmth, this love, this joy, this overwhelming relief that things would be better.

For the first time in a very long time Crosshair felt like things would be okay, he had you, he swore he’d make amends with his brothers, spend the rest of his life making up for everything, spend the rest of his life proving he was worthy of yours and his brother’s love. It felt easier, it felt doable with you at his side once again.

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echoisbabe · 2 months

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Tear in my heart

I had this idea from that scene from Black panther and this was born from that.

I think TW, for death? However! I hope that everyone that reads enjoys! My request are open

He stands before you, blaster raised. Your hands are raised, eyes never leaving the familiar helmet of Wolffe.

“Wolffe” his name leaves your lips in a plea, his grip loosens on his blaster

For once you are not happy to see him, your heart beats faster as he steps towards you. You don’t know what to do, turn and run? He’d shot you in the back that you are sure of.

“You are a traitor” his grip tightens on his blaster

“You would kill me, my love?” His grip falters again, he steps towards you once more

You wonder if he remembers it all, if someone where in his mind the thought of you lingers.

“For the empire” he states as he squares his shoulders, a second blaster now in his free hand “Without question”

Horror flashes across your face as you take a step back. What can you do now? You had promised never to use the Jedi mind trick on him, promised not to use the force on him. You know times are different however you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“Do you remember?” You ask, raising a hand and he flinches subtly, you take a step forward “what we shared? Does that mean nothing now?”

It hangs in the air, he’s holstering one blaster. He closes the distance between you and him. His helmeted forehead meets yours. He’s breathing deeply, his arm wraps around you. He pulls you closer, and you allow him to give you this.

“Let me go, Wolffe” you whisper “don’t let my blood be on your hands” you reach up, hands hesitantly taking hold of his helmet

“I-I have my orders, Cyar’ika” he moves away, so as not to let you lift his helmet “there won’t be any pain, if I do it, I promise”

You wrap your arms around him, tears finally falling freely from your eyes. Your heart is breaking with each passing second, clinging to him but also wanting to run. You had spent months running from this moment. Spent months missing this feeling that’s slipping through your fingers.

“Please” you try again, hoping for a different answer “just let me go” your pulling away from him, and he lets you pull from his arms but doesn’t allow any more distance to separate you

In the distance you hear his men, voices that you don’t recognize. It’s now or never, breaking this promise would sting but it must be done. You raise your hand with the words stuck on your tongue.

“Commander!” A voice shouts, Wolffe turns as your eyes widen, the blaster bolt has been shot and there is nothing to be done, if you pull your hand from him now it would be him that is hit, so you shove him and the blaster hits you square in the chest.

You hear your name screamed out like a banshee. Your knees go weak and you stumble, you want to catch yourself but your muscles fail you and you are falling.

Wolffe had never moved faster, he had caught you just before you hit the ground. His helmet had fallen off and you see his face, a smile graces your lips, your mouth moving as if you’re trying to formulate words that won’t come. He cups your face, shaking his head trying to fight the sudden rush of tears that threatens to spill from his eyes.

“Cyar’ika, I’m here” he whispers, he moves the hair from your face “I’m here” he whispers and your smile grows wider, he takes your hand, pressing it to his cheek “Wo- Wolffe, I-I lo-“ your last breath leaves and your body goes limp in his arms “Wait, no, no”

Wolffe reaches for his blaster, turning it on the man and doesn’t think twice, the blaster hits the man and he drops. He turns back to you, he pulls you closer as his forehead comes to rest on yours and he weeps.

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kaminokatie · 10 months

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First Kiss || The Bad Batch

Synopsis - Your first kiss with the members of The Bad Batch.

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 1.5k.

[Caffeinate Me]

HUNTER had saved your skin yet again. It was becoming a regular thing now, Hunter saving you from yourself. So-much-so that if you had made up a tally of all the times Hunter had saved you, you’d definitely be in double digits. You sighed a sigh of relief and turned around to thank him, only to be met with his lips on yours. You ‘hmphed’ into the kiss as you were taken by surprise, only for Hunter to press his lips further into you, deepening the kiss. When Hunter showed no signs of pulling away from you, you relaxed into his body and your eyes fluttered closed. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, kissing with pure need, almost as if your lives depended on it. When he pulled away, Hunter grinned at you and gave you a sly wink forcing your face to heat up. “What was that for?” You asked, smiling widely.

“Just think of it as an incentive to stop you from almost dying on me all the time,” Hunter replied as he moved his body away from yours and turned his attention back to the mission at hand. “There’s more where that came from if you stay alive.”

“Sir, yes sir,” you saluted, watching as he walked away with a dumb smile on your face.

CROSSHAIR sat in the corner of his barracks on Kamino as Omega and the other members of The Batch came up with an escape plan. He placed his head in his hands as he tried to process the situation. The newly formed Galactic Empire had left you all to die on Kamino as they blew the place to smithereens, after all he’d done for the Empire so far and this is how they repay him? You excused yourself from The Batch and sat down next to Crosshair in the corner, your eyes heavy with sadness. “If we don’t make it out of this, I want you to know that despite everything, I still love you,” you whispered, without looking at him. Crosshair was taken back by your statement and looked at you with confusion, his heart fluttering in his chest. He had tried to kill you and you were saying that you loved him? He couldn’t quite process what was going on as you scooted up to sit next to him, your knees touching. Throwing caution to the wind, you quickly cupped his face in your hands and kissed him softly, closing your eyes as you melted into his lips. For a few seconds, it was nice to pretend like your life wasn’t in danger and that Crosshair wasn’t the bad guy. He thought for a moment before kissing you back, his lips moving in tandem with your own easily as his hands went to rest on your hips. When you pulled away, you stared into Crosshair's eyes hoping that you had gotten through to him with your kiss.

“That was nice,” he mumbled softly, his gaze dropping down from your eyes to your lips. You nodded in response before standing up and making your way back over to The Batch to talk about an escape plan. Crosshair was even more conflicted now: does he continue being a good soldier and follow orders, or does he leave the Empire to be with you?

TECH watched as you fumbled around the cockpit, unsure of what to do. You had never been techy and weren’t very good at helping repair the ship so you often just pottered around. You weren’t exactly sure what you brought to The Batch sometimes and it often left you feeling rather insecure. “Y/N, just leave the repairs to Echo and I,” Tech huffed. “Things will go a lot smoother if you don’t mess around.”

“I’m sorry Tech,” you mumbled. You sat down in the pilot's seat and looked on as Tech continued the repairs needed. You were fascinated by his curious mind and the way he worked, you couldn’t deny that.

“Y/N?” Tech asked. “Are you okay? You’re staring at me. Is something wrong?” You snapped back into reality at Tech’s voice and blushed before looking away, mumbling a ‘sorry’ under your breath.

Tech stopped his repairs, eyes narrowing on you as he focused his attention to your bouncing leg. He walked over to you and held out his hand for you to take, which reluctantly you did. You were pulled to your feet and flushed dangerously close to Tech’s body. You looked deep into his eyes as he searched yours for any signs of resistance. When you didn’t move away from him, Tech took it upon himself to slowly and shakily lean in and graze his lips softly against yours. His eyes remained open as he watched the emotions flash across your face. When you closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss, Tech did the same, finally feeling comfortable. When you pulled away from Tech’s lips, you breathed heavily out of embarrassment. “What was that for?” You asked dreamily.

“You looked distracted. I was simply just trying to help you,” Tech cleared his throat and watched as you nodded before turning his attention back to the repairs at hand. You stood still, as if frozen, for a few seconds with your fingers trailing across your lips. He was right, you were distracted, but now you were even more distracted than before.

ECHO had been insecure ever since his rescue from Skako Minor. He often found himself thinking about what his life would have been like had he not been a Separatist project, and sometimes he even found himself wishing he had died at the Citadel. Echo found himself unable to sleep and quietly got up and made his way into the cockpit, hoping to keep himself busy with something to do on the ship. He had been so engrossed in what he was doing, he hadn’t heard your tiny footsteps following him. “Echo, are you okay?” You asked, sleepily rubbing your eyes.

Echo turned to look at you, his face white. He looked as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. When he realised it was just you, he nodded and smiled softly. “I just can’t sleep,” he replied. “What are you doing up?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Heard you get up,” you mumbled. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” he whispered back. You found yourself walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, something you did regularly when the two of you were alone. Echo felt his heart hammer against his chest and you turned him around to face you. Without thinking, Echo leaned into your touch and sighed happily. Whenever you were around, he always felt complete. “You should go back to sleep.”

“Not without you,” you smiled up at him. Echo was about to protest but you pressed your lips to his softly, silencing him. His eyes went wide when he realised your lips were on his, but he was quick to relax as your lips began to move against his own. His lips, like his body, were cold to the touch, but you were quick to warm them up. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip and Echo felt his face set on fire. When you finally pulled away, you gave Echo a grin and pecked his lips once more. “Let’s get some sleep, eh?”

WRECKER watched as you cleaned the ship. You weren’t much useful on missions so you made yourself useful back on the ship by doing ‘housework’. Wrecker admired you as you continued your cleaning spree, watching the way your eyes narrowed and your lips pursed as you grumbled about the dust around you. “I literally cleaned this space two days ago!” You cried loudly, scrunching your nose up. Wrecker chuckled at your reaction and smiled at your cuteness. When you had finished dusting, you turned to Wrecker to ask for some assistance when you slipped over something on the floor and landed flat on his lap. You looked up at him with wide eyes, absolutely mortified. “Wrecker, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” Wrecker laughed loudly, his hands resting on your hips.

Everything, from that moment, happened in slow motion. You found yourself staring into his eyes before slowly closing the gap between your faces. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you kissed Wrecker slowly, earning a groan from the giant clone. He immediately kissed you back passionately as your lips met, something he had been dying to do for weeks now. You sat up on his lap pushing your lips further against his, desperate for more. Wrecker chuckled into your lips before he pulled away leaving you completely breathless. With his hands still planted firmly on your hips, Wrecker helped you stand up. “T-Thank you,” you whispered softly, biting your bottom lip.

“Don’t mention it,” Wrecker smiled at you. You sighed before bending down to pick up what you had fallen over: Lula. Wrecker’s eyes widened when he saw his stuffed toy in your hand and grinned. “My Lula!”

You chuckled and passed Lula to Wrecker with a soft smile on your lips. Wrecker thanked you with another quick kiss before pulling away and walking to his bunk, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Your fingers traced your lips as you watched Wrecker walk away cuddling Lula and you felt your heart flutter. You hoped you’d get another opportunity to kiss him again.

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hesthermay · 1 year

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𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x gn!reader

SUMMARY: on a day where you can't help but mourn the past in the loneliness that only hyperspace could offer, hunter shares warm words of wisdom and comfort.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

RATING + WARNINGS: general audiences, slight angst?, hurt/comfort. no y/n, cute ending

NOTES: another one! already! i don't like sergeant hunter, i love him!! as per usual, pls comment or reblog and let me know what you think

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It was lonely.

Hyperspace was not always lonely, but more often than not, it was.

It was quiet, much quieter than the hustle and bustle that came with traveling with the Bad Batch, because everyone was either dozed off or in their own world. And though you knew, deep in the back of your mind, that that was what you should have been doing as well, your heart could not help but yearn for somebody.

Today had been hard. Thoughts of what life used to be, of the day to day that painted your weeks, the smiling faces of friends and allies, the companionship of standing side by side. Chores had been a welcome reprieve from such memories, had offered the chance you needed to choke down the melancholy that accompanied reminiscing, but here in the dead silence of the Marauder as it soared through the stars, there was no rescuing you from the riptide that had been pulling at you all day.

Every muscle touching the pilot's seat below you was seeking comfort from an unforgiving surface, and it was just another thing added to the list of reasons for tears to prickle your eyes. The dam had not broken yet, though, and with a grimace they were shoved aside.

“Are you alright?”

You had not heard his approach, nearly jumping out of your skin when his words broke the stillness of the atmosphere in the cockpit. He was still in his armor despite the fact that he was supposed to be relaxing, no doubt opting to keep it on as long as possible in the event something happened; ever the protector Sergeant Hunter was. You knew it was pointless to try to wipe away any evidence of your emotions, he always picked up on the dip in your frequencies and the slump in your posture.

“Yeah, just…” you trailed off, eyes unfocused as they stared at the steering grip before snapping back, head picking up to instead gaze out the transparisteel. “Just thinking about how kriffing lonely it can be.”

Hunter had since stepped forward, and as he lowered his body into the co-pilot's chair, his words rang out once again, hitting the nail on the head. “Hyperspace?”

Sighing, your fingers started picking at a loose thread in your pants. “Yep.”

“Yeah, I could see that,” he mused, voice gruff but lighter than it normally was as he shifted in the seat, a subtle attempt at remaining casual. “Perfect when some alone time is what you’re wanting, but when the weight of the world is bearing down,” he paused, and his words caused your head to whip around, eyes now trained on his knowing expression. “Not the best company.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, brows slightly drawn together as you wondered; wondered if this moment was what you had been needing, wondering if your mind and heart had somehow manifested the comfort of a dear friend, wondered if your silent despair had summoned the man who held a special place in your life without even knowing it.

“You know,” he started, leaning farther back in the seat. “Sometimes I can’t help but think about the way things were before, and it doesn’t help when the going gets rough for us, so I get it. But I always tell myself that out of everything that’s been lost, I still have my home,” he gestured to the ship around them with his hands, “my brothers and my sister,” he tilted his head slightly in the direction of the bunks, “and I have you.”

You were unable to respond, because in your mind you were transported back to when you first met the Bad Batch, when Hunter had offered you his hand to help you up the ramp despite knowing that you were a more than capable member of the military. It was not a condescending gesture, could never be when he had given you the smallest yet softest smile. You were taken back to when the group had found you after being separated during Order 66, how after everything was said and done and you were back on the ship where you belonged, he had looked at you and told you that it was good to have you back and the look in his eyes told you that he felt that statement far deeper than one would think. Your absence had, apparently, been a cause for strife for the man and that was evident to you because in the time that you had known him, you had learned to read him.

You couldn’t help but think back to the time when you had made a last minute decision to get your boys out of a sticky situation and ended up getting hurt, and Hunter had almost lost his cool when he was actually known for not losing it. The blaster shot to the generator was a clever move, in theory, Tech had told you, but the long haired clone had followed it up by telling you it would have been a lot more clever if you hadn’t been standing in the blast range. At the time you had felt like a child being reprimanded by their parent, but now you couldn’t help but read into it more.

The length of the silence was unknown to you, but you were brought back to the present when he started speaking again. “All you can do in times like these is hold on to what you still have, and look back on things fondly. Life moves on, as cruel as it is, and so do we.”

Warmth had taken over where chilly sadness had settled, and you hummed at his words of comfort. He was right, more often than not that was the case and because of that, you trusted what he had told you.

“You’re right,” you spoke softly, “though I hate telling you that.”

He chuckled and the way his lips stretched into a smile made your heart skip a beat. “It’s the burden I bear,” he teased, and in the lowlight of hyperspace his eyes sparkled when they landed on you.

Yet another stretch of silence passed between you two, spent just looking at one another. Every little moment that had just almost seemed like something now felt like blinding clues throughout the course on knowing one another. You respected Hunter, then you cared for him and then you were fond of him, and eventually he meant more to you than just a teammate and friend. He was important, special in ways the others weren’t because you harbored feelings for him so well etched into your soul you had not even noticed them at first.

“You know, out of everything that I still have,” you began, voice as light as air as your eyes flicked down to your hands. “I’m glad you’re a part of it.” You looked at him again, and smiled that smile you didn’t know he absolutely adored. “I’m glad I have you, too.”

In a surge of confidence, the sergeant rose from his seat and pulled you up by your hands before cradling the side of your head gently. His touch was light but there and you could feel heat pooling in your cheeks. “Good to know we’re on the same page, cyar’ika.”

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emperor-palpaminty · 1 year

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How about how the Bad Batch would react to you showing up for an undercover mission (you know, a fancy dress-up occasion) looking amazing? You may have done something similar before, but I just can't get enough of how you write these guys!

I've defs done a few of these Fics (one with Tech and one with Hunter) but absolutely!!!

Hunter

Hunter hates the suit. It's so different from his armor and it's just. Restricting. There's a lot of noise and it can get overwhelming

You come in to help him with the mission and lay a hand on his arm

Not only are you breathtaking but you're a calming and familiar presence

Once you're alone with him he grabs you and hugs you tightly and breathes you in, relaxing

"It's good to see you Mesh'la."

You hug him back and let him have a few moments and tell him he looks nice and you're sorry you couldn't get back sooner, but you're glad you're here now

He's awe struck by you, not only how you look, but your confidence, your scent, just you overall

Tech

Tech is stellar on these missions because he's aware of all the topics and milleau of the planet- what to discuss, what not to discuss, who is who and what has been happening

He's in the middle of some haughty-toity conversation and looking smart and then he feels a tap on his shoulder

He turns around to say something and then all the smart words leave his brain because oh no, you're all dressed up and stunning

"what's wrong tech? Cat got your tongue?"

(insert some form of a partially coherent sentence here)

You tell him to go back to his convo and you'll do some recon

He nods, tells you good luck, and watches you walk away longingly

Eventually words come back but you don't leave his head

Wrecker

Wrecker is extroverted but he doesn't dress fancy. This is because if he so much as exhales or flexes the suit bursts because our boy is beefy

He would be laughing and having a good time I think, but once you walk in he freezes and stares

Ooooooh how he stares

You would go over and say hi, pull him away to resume the mission and go sneak around and retrieve info or cause a distraction or whatever y'all do on a mission

He nods and listens, and then bursts out with "hey uh... You're pretty tonight. And every night. But also tonight."

You laugh and thank him, tell him he looks good too, and then head off for the mission

He totally has a super goofy grin when he looks at you

Crosshair

Crosshair hates formal events. He hates them.

He would rather be sitting naked on Both with a sniper rifle

However this disdain vanishes when he sees you hurrying in, trying frantically to fix the ball gown (because you rushed here and probably got some mud or leaves on it)

His jaw would drop, but he's got a toothpick in his mouth and he really doesn't want to lose it

However, Crosshair is not the kind to stand to the side and watch and wait (at least when he isn't sniping)

He comes to you and takes your arm and pulls you away from a (not super) interesting conversation

You ask where you're going and he stops you on the dance floor and grabs you and y'all proceed to tango the hell away

That is right! Crosshair is a master dancer (it's the lanky legs)

Echo

Echo is more of a background guy. If he goes on a fancy mission he tries to stay in the background

So you're in the middle of everything right? Laughing and batting your lashes and flirting so he can go do his mission

He tries so hard to not get in your way or to distract you. But he fails because you're just stunning and he is. He is shook

Echo kind of waits in the shadows for the signal, but he watches you longingly

This THRILLS you

Echo hasn't made a move because he's lost so much, he cannot stand the thought of losing you too

You make the first move and go to him and wait by him, passing the evening and talking

Rex (because he's basically a batch member now)

Rex would go because he doesn't trust anyone else with this mission (he's the "if anyone messes this up it's gonna be me" type

Rex is shocked when you show up garbed in blue and gold, like shaken to his core

He blinks, shakes it off, and clears his throat and offers his arm

He cannot take his eyes off you. He is not subtle. At all.

You, at first, think something is on your face. Or in your hair. Or something. He stares at you from everywhere! From across the room, from next to you, from other conversations

You realize that his gaze is warm and loving and, once the mission is handled, you take his hand and lead him to the dance floor and tell him that you haven't even gotten a chance to have a dance

He clears his throat and takes your arms and leads you to a waltz, but it's slow and gentle, like he's shocked he's holding you, like you're precious

Bonus: Omega

It's for a fun fancy event

Y'all MATCH

It's so cute, you just dance and have fun with her

At the end when heading back she's sleepy so you pick her up and she falls asleep and you carry her

#the bad batch #bad batch #hunter #tech #omega #wrecker #crosshair #rex #echo #tbb #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb x you #minty writes #tbb imagines #the bad batch imagines

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multifandomwritings · 2 years

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Tech and a shy reader please 🥰💭

This is just a short little something, I hope you like it though :)

The Bad Batch | Tech with a shy S/O

Tech isn't really the most outgoing person himself, so you might think it would take a while for the two of you to open up to each other and start something. But honestly you'd probably get along better for that reason

Chances are if you're more on the quiet side you'd only catch his attention more honestly

Like he'd want to get to know more about you. And if you're more on the quiet side? Then he can go on about things and you'll actually listen to him, which would make him so happy

But seriously he's so curious by nature and wants to know stuff. So when you caught his eye, of course he'd want to know more about you. And you being more shy/reserved would only serve as a challenge to him. You'd drive him crazy in the best way possible because he'd be thinking of you all the time, wanting to get to know you better

Would find your shyness so cute though, and honestly, you'd bring that side of him out more

He'd be so hellbent on impressing you and making a good impression at first that he'd clam up easily around you

And would easily go red at your slightest interactions :>

Especially as you started opening up to him. He would be the quiet one, suddenly going very tight lipped as he listened to anything you had to say carefully

And omg. If you were listening to him all careful and wide-eyed and curious? He would be going and when suddenly he'd be overly self aware as you stared and listened and would go so pink and would lose his train of thought

Anytime he got a laugh or smile out of you he'd have to hold back so much joy. You'd make his heart race so much

And if you were shy /because/ of him?? Like if he complimented you or got close or touched you in passing and you got visibly flustered and quiet?? He can't cope

Would find you so sweet overall and would be protective of you in his own way too

#tech x reader #tech x you #tech imagines #tbb tech imagines #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb x reader #tbb x you #tbb imagines #tbb imagine #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch imagines #the bad batch imagine

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kaminokatieemoved · 10 months

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At A Stand Still (WITH MY ACCOUNT PLEASE HELP)

Hi guys!

I'm at a stand still with my account and I need some help/advice!

As some of you may be aware, I recently hit 400 followers on this account (crazy, right?) and it got me thinking - I don't want to be a multi-fandom fic account anymore. I made this account originally to be a mainly Star Wars fandom account (hence the name) and in the months I've had it, have posted three (yes 3) Star Wars fics.

My gut is telling me that the majority of the 400 people that have followed me have followed me for my Hogwarts Legacy fics (of that I have posted a fair few) and for that, I am extremely greatful. I love writing for Hogwarts Legacy, and the amazing characters there and just because I'm feeling this way, doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing for other fandoms.

A lot of you guys won't know this, but I am a (diagnosed) autistic person and I like my writings/works to be organised, something I feel this page is now lacking since becoming a multi-fandom account.

So; I've come up with a few options...

Create a whole new KaminoKatiee account from scratch and create sideblogs for each of the fandoms I'm in. That way, you guys won't have to see writings from fandoms you're not interested in and can follow the designated account (eg, for HL, follow my HL sideblog)

2. Continue with the multi-fandom account and figure out a way to organise my works that works with my following.

EITHER WAY, this blog will remain alive until I've chosen what to do. Any messages giving me advice and support would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope to hear from some of you soon. <3

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painthorseblues · 1 year

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FINAL DAY TO REGISTER FOR OPERATION: FIX THE FINALE!! CALLING ALL ARTISTS AND WRITERS TO JOIN US IN MAKING A MORE POSITIVE ENDING FOR SEASON 2! MORE INFO BELOW!

This is a fandom event in honor of the collective trauma we all received in the finale of season 2. With your help, we can cheer up the fandom and bring some positivity back to the community. Registration forms close AT MIDNIGHT (EST) (April 30th), and can be accessed by going to the #announcements channel in The Clone Zone. (If it has been buried, check the pinned messages) If you have any questions or concerns, please send me an ask or direct it to the #help-desk channel in the Discord. Since all participants of this event must be a server member, here’s a link to the server. We’re excited to see you there! 🧡 REBLOG TO SPREAD THE WORD! 🧡

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softlymellow · 2 years

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Star Wars Requests

Hey everyone!! I’m opening up requests for Star Wars, this could be from a range of different movies and shows!!

Please feel free to request anything you’d like and I’ll try to get back to you asap! Also make sure you read my rules and guidelines before requesting just to make the process a little easier. I’m taking requests for these characters.

These can be imagines or headcannons !

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Kanan Jarrus

Hunter

Crosshair

Commander Rex

Commander Cody

Fives

Qui Gon Jinn

Din Djarin

Quinlan Vos

If you want any other characters please let me know and I’ll see what I can do <3

pls req angst

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kidotm · 1 year

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imagine: you've been kidnapped from the maruader while the bad batch were away, Tech is furious when he discovers that you're missing

#tech x you #tbb imagines #mystuff #the bad batch imagines #gif imagines #tbb tech imagines #bad batch tech imagine

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 2 months

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Spark of Hope

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Request - @narcissa-of-kaas - Hey there! Could you please do something with Tech for #39 from your prompt list ?💜

Prompt - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” (Set post season 2, pre season 3)

You couldn’t even say how much time had passed since that Force forsaken day. It had been months at best and yet somehow it felt more like years. You had never been able to adjust to a life without Tech, how could you? It was impossible to believe that there had ever been a time where you hadn’t had Tech in your life, hadn’t had him ready at your side rattling facts of, filling silences with knowledge or just sitting together as he tinkered away. Whenever you needed somebody, it was always Tech you turned to.

Then all of a sudden Tech was gone.

You still remembered the day, still remembered watching him fall from the cart, still remembered the heart wrenching scream that escaped you as you could do nothing but watch, only Hunter kept you where you were, stopping you from following after Tech, dragging you against his chest and forcing you to stay on the cart as it sped away from Tech.

You had no memory of leaving, everything since then had passed in a blur and you were certain it was only thanks to Hunter you had managed to make it back to safety.

A day hadn’t passed where you let yourself believe Tech was dead. You couldn’t ever let yourself believe that, the second you did you knew you’d be done. You had to force yourself to keep that small spark of hope that seemed to dim as each day went by.

You spent your days sat on the comm, pleading for hours for Tech to answer you, pleading with him to come back home, to come back to you. Hunter and Wrecker watched on with aching hearts as you refused to be moved, refused to let yourself accept reality.

The loss of Tech was only worsened by the loss of Omega, then Echo left to go help Rex, unable to stand being on the Marauder. You didn’t blame him, some days being on the ship drove you crazy, there were too many memories, too many constant reminders of those that should have been here but weren’t. Some days you couldn’t drag yourself out of bed, the smell of Tech on the sheets lessened with each day he was gone but you had to believe he’d be back one day.

Months had passed since that day and you were startled all of a sudden when the comm came to life, a distress signal that was used by the Batch could be heard. Hunter watched your face fill with relief, with hope. It broke his heart but still it was a code they used, they had to check it out.

You were relieved beyond words to see that Omega and Crosshair were safe and alive and yet you were disappointed. You hated to even admit it to yourself, hated the fact that when you saw the pair your heart dropped because it wasn’t Tech.

It was meant to be Tech.

Nobody blamed you for withdrawing after that, they knew you wanted Tech back. You had felt the spark of hope you had fizzle out, desperately wanting to stay alight but you didn’t know how to keep believing, didn’t know how to carry on without Tech.

It seemed that even though things had gotten better, two members of the Batch were back where they belonged, it was never right. There was constantly an empty space in every room of the Marauder, a silence after somebody said something where you still waited for Tech to talk, there were no longer random projects left out for you to fall over, it wasn’t home without Tech.

You still sat at the comm but your heart was empty as you spoke, you would give anything for a reply.

Then one day it came.

A strange message that consisted of nothing more than a set of coordinates and a cryptic message of ‘pl45’. Suddenly that spark of hope that had gone out weeks ago was back with a mighty flame, pushing out all the darkness and you just knew, it had to be him.

“Hunter!” You called, looking at the coordinates and the message, Plan 45, it was definitely a code the Batch used.

Hunter frowned as he looked at the message, Plan 45 meant mission gone wrong. It was their code, a random one to use but still their code. He wasn’t sure about it, one look at your face and he knew you had gotten your hopes up, he hated that you were going to be left more broken than before, he wasn’t sure you’d recover from this one.

“Y/N,” Hunter sighed softly but you were already shaking your head at him, standing from your seat and pushing past him into the cockpit. “Hey, I want it to be him too!”

“Then let’s go!” You snapped at Hunter, immediately feeling bad. You knew that whilst you hadn’t been coping well with the loss of Tech, without Hunter you probably would have completely lost it months ago. He truly had been your saving grace. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s Tech, I know it is.”

Hunter looked at you, his face contorted with sympathy but eventually he nodded, taking a seat in the cockpit as you typed in the coordinates. He didn’t say anything but that was just what you needed, to have Hunter by your side as you went to find Tech.

It had to be Tech.

It had to be.

It took two days to land on the planet the coordinates led to, a planet you didn’t know the name of and was so far off the map. You were sure Tech would have a fact or two about it if he were here.

You had sat on the comm, watching it, willing it to come alive with another message but nothing more came through.

The ship finally landed and you were the first off it, eyes scanning the forest around you, looking for any sign of Tech. The others followed you out of the Marauder, each of them looking around and seeing nothing, knowing it was going to be bad for you when you came to another dead end.

It was Hunter who heard him first, a crunch and snap of twigs under a boot alerted him and he let out a small gasp, feeling Crosshair and Wrecker look at him.

It took a few more moments but Tech appeared from the trees and you felt your legs nearly give out as you looked at him, unable to move.

“Y/N.” Tech breathed out and that was all you needed to force your feet forward, practically falling into his chest and Tech didn’t care how sore his body was he still wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“You got my message.” He whispered into your hair and you laughed though the noise sounded more like a sob as silent tears made their way down your cheeks.

Tech felt his own eyes well up but he managed to keep the tears contained as he looked past you to his brothers, though a few tears did manage to trickle out as he saw Crosshair looking back at him.

Eventually you managed to pull away and Tech brought his hand to your cheek, brushing away your tears before he leant his forehead against yours.

“I knew you were alive.” You told him, your voice barely audible as you tried to hold back more tears. “I knew you were.”

Tech leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours and you couldn’t stop more tears from falling as you kissed him back, savouring the feeling after doubting if you would ever feel this again.

You never strayed far from Tech when the two of you eventually pulled away and he was embraced by his brothers, each of their eyes watery and a few of their cheeks wet where tears had fallen.

Eventually you all made your way back into the Marauder and Tech excused himself for a much needed sonic. You were reluctant to let him go but watched him leave, assuring yourself he was back.

“I told you.” You said softly as Hunter came to sit next to you. “I told you he was alive.”

Hunter pulled you against his chest, his arm going around your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss to your head.

“He’s alive.” Hunter murmured against your hair, still trying to wrap his mind around it himself.

By the time Tech had left the fresher Hunter had gotten the ship into hyperspace and everyone was sat together. Tech immediately made his way over to you, not wasting any time in pulling you close to him, your hand finding his as the others spoke softly, your thumb stroking over his knuckles in a constant reminder that he was there.

The six of you sat there for hours, Tech filled you in on what had happened since his fall, Omega had excitedly told Tech about her and Crosshair’s daring escape and the rest of the night was spent reliving old memories until you were all yawning.

None of you wanted to pull yourselves out of that moment but the need for sleep was too much and you forced yourselves up and into bed.

You were happy to go to bed though when Tech climbed in after you and pulled you close, the sound of his steady breathing was enough to lull you into an easy sleep, something that you hadn’t been able to do for months, your eyes falling closed feeling warm and overwhelmingly relieved.

It wasn’t until you gasped awake, shivering at the cold air that you knew something wasn’t right. You looked around and felt your heart sink as you realised you were on a cart, Storm Troopers shooting at you from across the way. It wasn’t until you saw Tech running across the rail line that you felt panic build up.

“No.” You whispered to yourself, Omega looking up at you in confusion. “No, he’s alive. I got him back.”

“Um, Hunter, something’s wrong with Y/N.” You heard Omega say but you didn’t pay attention to Hunter calling your name, instead keeping your eyes locked on Tech like your gaze alone could change everything.

“We’ve got three ships inbound.” Hunter said, dragging his gaze from you and back onto the fight.

You shook your head, how many times had you been forced to relive this day? How many times had you been forced to lose Tech? You thought you had him back, you had him back. Was that just a dream, a way to cope with him being gone?

Power came rushing back to the cart, snapping you back to reality and your eyes filled with tears as you watched Tech running back towards the cart, trying to outrun the blaster shots aimed at him.

You could only watch through blurry tear filled eyes as Tech fell from the rail line onto a falling cart, watching as he just about managed to secure himself with his grappling line but there was nowhere for him to go, the cart was falling faster than he could climb.

“Wrecker, get him on board.” Hunter commanded, though the command was filled with underlying worry.

You let out a choked sob, knowing that command wouldn’t be carried out.

“You must sever the connecting hinge. Now!” Tech instructed and you shook your head madly.

“Tech.” You managed to choke out. “Please.”

“Y/N,” You heard Tech sigh and your name falling from his lips had more sobs escaping you. “I’m sorry, my love.”

You watched as he pulled his blaster out and knew what was to come.

“Plan 99.” He said and you screamed as he fired his blaster, only able to watch as he fell, seconds away from blinding following after him only to have Hunter snatch you away from the edge, holding you tightly against his chest as you thrashed madly against him, unsure of what you could do if you managed to get out of his hold but the only thought in your mind was that you wanted Tech.

He couldn’t be dead.

You shot up with a gasp, silent tears falling down your face and sweat clinging to your body as you looked around, assuring yourself you were in the Marauder. Your heart hammered in your chest when you realised you were alone.

Had Tech ever been back?

You forced your body out of bed, of course he was back, he had to be.

Your feet silently carried you through the Marauder, only stopping when you got to the cockpit and you felt a sob escape you when you saw Tech in the pilot’s seat, looking out of the window as you flew through hyperspace.

The noise had Tech turning to face you with a worried look.

“What happened, my love?” The pet name had your mind flashing back to the last thing he said to you but you shook your head, wiping the tears away as best you could.

“I had a nightmare about you,” You told him, watching as his face softened and he made room for you on the chair. “And I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay, dear.” He assured you as you sat in the chair, his arm wrapping around you as he held you close, guiding your head to his chest so you could feel his heart beat loud and clear. “I’m alive.”

The words were a reassurance to the both of you as you sat there holding each other in silence whilst you passed through hyperspace, Tech was here.

He was alive and he was going nowhere.

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echoisbabe · 4 months

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Plan 99

Reader x Tech

Here is the request! Hope everyone that reads enjoys!

I wanted to make it Tech x reader x Echo but it’s just tech! Might be a little ooc too

My requests are open!

Tech jolts upright, his entire body flutters with pain.

Your voice echoes in his mind, screaming for him.

He calls your name as his eyes begin to adjust to the dimly lit room. He's sure his brothers would have put you in the same room as him. However, as his hands begin to search the space beside him it is empty and cold.

"Tech" Omega's voice is soft and shaky, she tries to speak again but instead she lets out a wail and she blubbering and he can't quite make a single word she is saying.

"Where is Hunter, Omega?" He rubs at the sudden ache that is building in his head, that's not who he really wants but the only thing he can think is he must have told you to stay with the ship have it on stand by as they recover, after all you stayed with the ship.

The door swooshes open, in walks Hunter and Wrecker. Hunter holds something in his hands. Wrecker's head hangs low, a frown etched into his features. Tech feels a sudden darkness creeping up from his gut.

"Well, where are they?" He asks biting back the sudden shake in his voice "Waiting by the ship, angry with me I assume" He pushes himself up

"Tech" Hunter's brows knit together and what look to be tears forming in his eyes "They're gone"

Tech begins to shake his head, as he starts to make his way towards the door but Hunter stops him by putting his hand on his shoulder.

"I told them to wait by the ship" Tech doesn't like the shake in his tone "They agreed to wait there for me" He adds as he meets Hunters sad eyes before glancing at the other two "This is a joke? They here, in the bar?" He forces a laugh from his throat and begins to call for you and Hunter wraps his arms around his brother unsure of what to do.

Tech watches you pull on the armour he had made for you. He lets out a breath as he walks over to you, his hands rest on your shoulders. He rubs his thumbs in circular motions, trying to relive the knots forming.

"You should stay with the ship, we might need a quick getaway" Tech spins you around, his pleading eyes meet yours

"Tech.." you whisper, his hands move from your shoulders to your waist and he pulls you into him "Okay, but you have to come back to me" You grab his face, making him look at you and he nods as he press his forehead to yours.

Tech couldn't believe it, he's glaring at you but your smiling down at Omega. He looks to his brothers, asking for a moment before taking your shoulder and pulling a few steps away from the group.

"I told you to stay with the ship!"

"Where you go, I go"

Tech points a finger at you, before talking your hand and pulling you back to the group

"You don't leave my side" He orders and you nod "Never" You give his hand a squeeze.

It's time to be brave.

your hands grip the cable wondering if you'll be able to pull yourself up- the cable cart shifts- you clench your jaw as you look back up. Tech is climb his way up, Omega eyes never leaving his frame until he's inside with her.

"Can you pull yourself up?" Omega calls down and you frown as you shake your head.

"We will find a way" Tech calls down after you "We are not leaving without you" you smile, your lip trembling as you nod a soft "Okay" slipping past your lips

The sound of blasters cause you to look at the cable cart making it's way towards you and the others. You catch sight in the distance all the battle ships coming this way.

You close your eyes looking back up over at Tech. The gears in his turning as you can see him coming up with nothing. Your hand goes to the blaster on your hip.

It's time, there is no other option. You can see it on his face and you can feel it in your gut. The cart wont go unless you get rid of the one holding it back. You grip the handle of your blaster, pulling it from it place.

"No! Don't you dare" Tech growls out "We have time! We can figure this out"

"Tech we are out of time!" You say "It's the end of the line for me" You raise the blaster, shaky fingers hover over the trigger as the cart jolts making you grip the cable tighter and you raise the blaster once more and shoot.

#star wars imagine #the bad batch imagines #the bad batch imagine #clone trooper tech imagine #tbb tech x you #tbb tech imagines #tbb tech x reader #clone trooper tech x reader #tech imagines #tech x you

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kaminokatie · 6 months

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First Time || The Bad Batch

Synopsis - Your first time with the members of the Bad Batch.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 11k

[Caffeinate Me]

HUNTER could smell when you were aroused and it drove him crazy. Whenever you were aroused he would brood more so than usual and nobody, not even Tech, could figure out why.

One night, when you thought all the members of the Batch were sleeping, you lay in your bunk tossing and turning. It was no use in you trying to sleep, you were too worked up. Your core felt as if it was on fire, so, you did the only thing you thought was logical - you slowly and quietly got up out of your bunk and made your way to the cockpit. There, you thought, you’d be able to relieve some of your tensions.

You crept into the cockpit and sat down in the pilot seat. As soon as you sat down your hand made its way to your pants and underwear, slipping down the thin fabric until your padded fingers reached your swollen and sensitive clit. You stayed still for a moment and listened, and then and only then, did you begin your careful and calculated circles. You stayed like that for a moment until you trailed two fingers down to your already sopping hole, inserting them almost immediately. You stretched yourself out slowly and a soft sigh escaped your lips as your movements inside you quickened. You were so close to cumming when -

“Y/N, are you okay?” A voice came from the entrance of the cockpit.

In a panic you retracted your hands from your underwear and wiped the slick onto your trousers before turning to face the intruder. You were beyond frustrated at this point and your face was glowing red from both that and the embarrassment of almost being caught in the act. “Hunter!” You exclaimed when you finally came face-to-face with him. His eyes were sleepy but held something else that you couldn’t quite place. “W-What are you doing up?” You asked, a stutter in your voice.

“Heard you get up,” he replied slowly as he began to stalk his way over to you in the pilot's chair. “What were you doing?”

“I was just erm… uh…” you wracked your brain trying to think of a good excuse as to why you were alone in the cockpit while everybody else was asleep, but before you could come up with an excuse Hunter cut you off.

“Masturbating?” He finished for you. A sly smile made its way to his lips as he watched your face contort into an expression of pure panic. You were about to deny his correct accusation when Hunter placed a finger on your lips, keeping you silent. “Don’t even try to deny it. I could hear you.”

Your face continued to flush red from embarrassment, you forgot about Hunter’s superb senses. Of course he could hear you. “I’m sorry Sargeant,” you whispered, looking down at your feet as if you were about to be reprimanded.

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered huskily. “We all have needs sometimes.”

“W-We do?” You asked, his finger dropping down to your chin. You attempted to look down again out of shame, but Hunter’s hand on your chin forced you to keep looking at him. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, you were afraid it was going to explode at any moment.

“You’ve been driving me crazy Y/N,” Hunter continued to whisper.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. “I-I have?” You asked, that stutter is still there as a result of your sudden shyness.

“Yes,” he replied quickly. Again, Hunter didn’t give you a second to respond before he continued talking. “I can smell you. It’s… Intoxicating and distracting at the same time.”

“Of course you can,” you groaned while rolling your eyes. Of course Hunter could smell your arousal, why didn’t you think of that beforehand?

“Do you need any help, pretty girl?” Hunter asked before he had even registered what he said.

“Huh?” You replied, raising an eyebrow. You wanted to make sure you had heard him correctly.

“I said, do you need any help, pretty girl?” Hunter repeated, shooting you a grin.

“A-Any help?” You asked. You shied away from the clone standing in front of you as his hand made its way to your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Yes. I can’t focus on our missions until you’ve calmed down,” Hunter replied, licking his lips as his thumb traced your jaw slowly.

“And how do you suppose you ‘help me’?” You asked, your eyebrow still raised.

“How about I show you instead of tell you?” Hunter mumbled before pressing his lips to yours softly.

Your eyes widened as his lips met yours but you were quick to melt into the kiss. His tongue absent-mindedly traced your bottom lip almost as if asking for permission to enter your mouth. Without thinking, you moaned against the kiss. The dampness between your legs was growing by the second and Hunter could smell it, his mind becoming hazy with a mixture of love and lust. As Hunter’s tongue poked its way into your mouth, one of his hands traced down your body to the waistband of your pyjama bottoms while the other traced the outline of your breasts through your shirt, groping at them greedily. You let out another moan as the defective clone finally dipped his hand down your pants and underwear, a singular thick finger coating itself with your slick before finding your clit. When Hunter’s finger pressed itself against your clit, you gasped, letting him know that that was the right spot. Smirking, Hunter began to circle your clit slowly, earning a string of silent profanities to leave your lips.

After a few moments, Hunter dipped his finger further down to your soaking hole and pushed himself inside of you slowly, stretching you much more than you could stretch yourself. As his finger slowly worked you inside, Hunter began to move his kisses from your lips to your jawline and down to your neck. He wasted no time before sucking on the soft, sensitive flesh that covered your neck earning another moan from you. Your eyes fluttered closed and your hands made their way to Hunter’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as if to ground yourself as Hunter continued his assault. Inserting a second finger into your cunt, Hunter chuckled. “You’re gripping my fingers so tightly pretty girl,” he cooed against your neck. Finally, Hunter dipped his hand under your shirt and began playing with your perky nipples. The sensations, the feelings, it was all becoming too much as Hunter’s pace sped up inside of you.

“G-Gonna cum,” you groaned, biting your bottom lip between your teeth. Hunter chuckled against your neck and withdrew his fingers from your cunt before giving your clit the extra special attention it needed to push you over the edge. You gripped Hunter’s shoulders tighter as your orgasm washes over you and it’s intense. All the stress, all the pent up frustrations just immediately disappeared. Hunter continued to circle your clit until you were shaking from too much stimulation underneath him, and when your orgasm had finally finished and your vision had returned to normal, you looked up at your Sargeant with pale pink blush on your cheeks.

“Better?” Hunter asked against your neck. You nodded breathlessly, unsure of what to say. You knew one orgasm wouldn’t be able to satiate you given how pent up you were, but you didn’t want to put Hunter in an uncomfortable position. Just as you were about to thank Hunter for the help and pull his hand out of your underwear, the clone Sergeant hummed against your neck. He continued to pepper your neck with kisses until he reached your lips once more, kissing you softly, but passionately. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered huskily. Your eyes widened upon hearing Hunter’s words, and your core clenched around his fingers. Surely he didn’t mean…

With a slight pop, Hunter retracted his fingers from your pussy and slowly placed them in his mouth. With a groan of excitement, Hunter greedily lapped up your spend from his fingers, swirling his tongue around every inch of his two digits just to taste you. The image was so erotic you couldn’t help but whimper at the sight. “Hunter!” You cried out quietly. “That’s embarrassing, stop it!”

“Mesh’la,” Hunter groaned against his fingers. “You taste better than any meal I’ve ever had.”

You took a step back and finally admired Hunter’s current position. He was wearing nothing but his blacks, and as your eyes casted downwards you could see the painfully obvious hardness of his length pressing against the confines. He wanted you as much as you wanted him. “Hunter…” You whispered, regaining the man’s attention. “Do you want me?” You asked, couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course I want you Mesh’la,” Hunter’s voice came. With your ears still ringing from your orgasm, Hunter said something you had never expected to hear come from his lips. “I want to make love to you.”

Everything, from that moment, went in slow motion. You took a step forward, closing the gap you had made to admire him and quickly put your lips on his. The kiss turned into a makeout session rather quickly, and soon you were tearing the clothes off of eachother and leaving them discarded around the cockpit. With heavy breaths, you trailed your hands down Hunter’s muscular chest, clearly not getting enough of feeling him against your body. The moment felt like you were in heaven and soon, you were both completely naked and gasping for air as you pulled away from the kiss.

“I want that too,” you whispered breathlessly.

Without saying anything, Hunter sat down in the pilot's seat now completely naked. He beckoned you to sit on his lap, and with mild hesitation you did. You could feel his thick cock underneath you twitch as your naked body came into contact with his own. This was all surreal, a dream perhaps? It wasn’t the first time you had had a raunchy dream about the brooding Sargeant. But no, this was no dream. You were reminded of that as Hunter positioned himself between your entrance, thick head spreading your folds wide open as he searched for your tiny hole. Without warning, Hunter pushed himself slowly into your heat earning a moan to rip from your throat.

“Shh pretty girl,” Hunter cooed in your ear. “We need to be quiet, make sure we don’t wake up my brothers.”

You nodded, tears pricked at your eyes as Hunter continued to push himself into you slowly. You hadn’t been stretched like this in a long time and you couldn’t deny it was a feeling you had missed - your fingers weren’t as good as a penis when it came to pleasuring yourself. When Hunter was fully sheathed inside you, he remained still, giving you time to adjust to the sensation. He could already feel your walls clenching around his cock and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. Still, he needed to see you through at least one more orgasm before he gave himself permission to spill deep inside of you. After a few more seconds of waiting, you finally decided to move your hips, bouncing yourself on Hunter’s cock. Almost immediately the clone Sergeant let out a soft moan, hands grasping at your hips to help aid you with your slow bounces. As soon as Hunter’s hands touched your hips, your movements quickened. Your eyes were screwed tightly shut as you bounced on his cock, desperate for another release that was closer than you realised. One of Hunter’s hands fell from your hips and nestled between your legs, toying at your clit as you continued your movements above him. You twitched and moaned as Hunter’s fingers clumsily worked at your sensitive, swollen nub.

“Stars, Sarge,” you whimpered quietly. Your legs felt like they were going to buckle underneath you, but you were so close to cumming again. You could feel it building in your core.

“Feel good, Mesh’la?” He asked huskily against your ear. You nodded and threw your head back, resting it on Hunter’s shoulder as he sucked at the skin of your earlobe.

“Feels so good,” you replied hoarsely.

Your legs began to weaken as you continued to ride Hunter but he had it covered… When your movements faltered his hips snapped into action thrusting upwards and into yours. It was a mixture of everything that tipped you over the edge; Hunter’s groaning in your ear, his fingers dancing on your clit and the way his cock pushed into you so deliciously. You were cumming once more. You didn’t even get the chance to vocalise your release before it happened, your cunt clamping down around Hunter’s cock like a vice. You stopped your movements as your orgasm washed over you, allowing the clone to take control of the situation. He moved his hand away from your clit as you began to convulse above him and grasped your hips with both hands tightly before drilling up into you violently, chasing his own release. After a few more thrusts, he was finally spent, spilling himself deep inside of you with nothing but mumbles of your name against your neck.

The two of you were panting messes sitting in the pilots chair. Your mind was still hazy after your release and you couldn’t even believe the situation you were in, that was, until Hunter began to kiss your neck softly reminding you that he was there. “Feel better?” He asked breathlessly. You nodded, unable to form words as you clambered off Hunter and began to collect your clothes off the floor. “You smell better,” he chuckled. “You smell sweet.”

“That will be the orgasm,” you chuckled as you dressed yourself. Once you had finished dressing yourself you turned to look at Hunter who was still sitting naked in the pilot's seat, his cock softening as he watched you intensely. “Hunter, are you okay?” You asked, throwing him his blacks. He caught them and began to dress himself while nodding. The clone Sergeant was beyond okay. He had been wanting to have sex with you since he first smelled your arousal but was never able to work up the courage to make the first move, that was up until tonight.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to you, forcing you to snap your gaze up to meet his eyes.

“You think so?” You asked, standing against the cockpit door awkwardly. You weren’t sure what to do with your exhausted body.

“I know so,” he replied. His blacks were now fully on and he made his way over to you, cupping your face in his hands gently. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in the galaxy.”

You blushed furiously as you looked into his eyes and before you knew it, Hunter was kissing you softly. His lips glided across yours easily as you melted into the kiss. This was much more than a one night thing, you realised that as Hunter deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “Hunter,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Yes?” He replied, pulling away.

“I love you,” you choked out, tears welling in your eyes.

“I love you too,” he smiled softly, kissing you once more. Your eyes fluttered closed as you once again melted into the kiss, savouring the moment. “You should get some sleep. I have no doubt you’ll sleep tonight.”

“Will you join me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Hunter chuckled, opening the cockpit door and leading you to your bunk. The two of you cuddled, falling asleep almost instantaneously in eachothers arms. You knew tomorrow would be a pain, having to explain to the other members of the Batch as to why Hunter was sleeping in your bunk, but you were sure Tech would be able to help the others deduce the situation.

ECHO had long been believed to be dead. After the Citadel, when Echo didn’t return home to you, you were broken. You found comfort and solace in the arms of none other than Captain Rex. You grieved your loss together and became closer than you ever thought you would. So close, in fact, you were now kissing said Captain before he left for a mission with General Skywalker and Clone Force 99.

“Come home to me,” you whispered against his lips.

“I’ll always come home to you,” Rex whispered back, ignoring the whistles from his brothers around the two of you. You couldn’t help but blush as you pulled away, patting the Captain on the shoulder before he turned on his heels to leave.

Finally, you were alone again and a sinking feeling entered your stomach… A feeling you hadn’t felt since you had learned of Echo’s demise. They were gone for a while and you hadn’t heard from anybody. Not that this was unusual, but it still didn’t help your anxiety. When you got a commlink signalling the return of your lover, you rushed out to meet him, not even bothering to dress up. You rushed as fast as you could and arrived just as their ship was entering the atmosphere. You stood at the landing platform chewing nervously at your nails - stars, you hoped Rex was okay.

As they landed, you felt a wave of relief wash over you which only intensified as the doors swung open revealing Rex. A sad smile graced his lips when he saw you, but you didn’t notice. You were too busy running into his arms, pressing your lips to his passionately to tell him without words that you had missed his presence. Apprehensively he kissed back, pulling you close to him as if this was your last kiss. When you pulled away, you raised an eyebrow at him, confused as to his closed demeanour. Without answering you, he stepped to the side revealing the rest of the squad that had gained an extra member.

Your eyes widened when you saw him. Tears immediately made their way to your eyes. “Echo?” You asked, voice croaky. The pale clone just nodded, walking towards you quickly. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against his chest. You looked into the brown eyes you loved so much and without questioning anything, kissed Echo softly. Your hands ran down his arm, feeling every inch of him to make sure that he was actually here and that this wasn’t some kind of sick, twisted joke. “Y-You’re alive,” you whispered breathlessly against his lips. Your hand intertwined with his and you brought it up to your lips, kissing his fingers softly as he looked down on you.

“I’m alive,” Echo replied. His voice was hoarse.

“W-What? How?” You asked, but you shook your head as soon as the words left your lips. “It doesn’t matter. You’re home now. You’re safe.” Your hand fell to his newly added scomp as you continued kissing his fingers and you felt your heart bleed. What on earth had they done to him?

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Echo finally spoke, his voice cracking slightly. He looked at Rex before looking back at you. “I see you and the Captain have gotten close since I-”

“Don’t,” you whispered, cutting Echo off. You immediately felt the guilt settle in your stomach. “I thought you were dead…”

“It’s okay,” Echo replied, smiling down at you softly. “I understand.”

“You do?” You asked while gazing into his eyes. Echo just nodded in response, taking your hand in his own and bringing it up to his lips. He kissed your fingers gingerly as you continued to speak. “If I’d have known you were alive, Echo, I never would have been with Rex.”

“I know,” Echo cooed softly.

The members of The Bad Batch, General Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex watched on as the two of you held this touching reunion. It wasn’t until Anakin placed a hand on your shoulder did you realise where you were, snapping back into reality. You sheepishly stepped away from Echo and moved to the side, allowing Rex to talk to his brother in private. You were out of earshot, and couldn’t hear what they were saying but you could tell Echo was deep in thought. You continued staring at the two clones in an attempt to read their lips, but it was no good… You couldn’t figure out what they were saying to each other. They hugged and when they pulled away, Rex turned around and began to walk towards you quickly. You watched as Echo stepped backwards in thought before he turned around and made his way to The Bad Batch’s side. Your eyes widened. He was going to join them?

Rex stood next to you as he watched The Bad Batch load onto their ship. “You should go with him,” Rex whispered to you.

“Huh?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the 501st Captain.

“You should leave me and go with him,” Rex whispered, gulping slightly. It pained him to say, but he knew you would be happier with Echo. It was where you belonged after all. You were with Echo to begin with, and now knowing he was alive there was no way you could be happy with Rex.

“Can I?” You asked quietly, looking at the floor.

Rex turned to face you, grabbing your hands in his with a saddened look on his face. “You belong with him. But, I hope to see you again one day.” You nodded slowly as Rex pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Now go before I change my mind.”

You nodded once more and made your way up to the ramp of the ship. “Echo!” You called out, stopping the clone in his tracks. He turned around, a huge grin on his face when he saw you.

“You’re coming with us?” He asked hopefully. You nodded and Echo grabbed your hand, leading you into the cockpit to officially meet the other members of The Bad Batch. You sat down awkwardly next to Echo as the members debriefed him on their upcoming missions. You knew this way of life was going to take some getting used to, but as long as you were with Echo that’s all that mattered to you. You fell asleep on Echo’s shoulder as the boys continued talking and you didn’t wake up for hours. When you eventually did wake, it was just you and Echo in the cockpit. “You’re awake,” came Echo’s voice. He sounded tired.

You looked up at him and rubbed your eyes, smiling sleepily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve missed you being in my arms,” Echo replied as he pressed his lips against your temple. A blush made its way to your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you so much Echo,” you whispered as you kissed his shoulder softly. He was still shirtless, chest exposed to the cool air of the ship that had goosebumps travelling up his arm.

“I’ve missed you so much too,” Echo whispered softly and pulled you onto his lap. His hand stayed still on your thigh as his lips met your cheek, kissing you softly. “Did you and Rex ever…?” He trailed off and you knew what he meant.

“Yeah… We did,” you answered sheepishly. “Like I said, if I knew you were alive I never would have…”

Echo sighed softly and his lips made their way from your cheek to your lips, capturing them in a passionate, heat-filled kiss. Within a second, Echo had swirled you around so you were now straddling him and your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer to you in order to deepen the kiss. Almost instinctively, Echo’s scomp and hand flew to your hips in order to pull your body flush against his own. You could feel him breathing deeply against you as you continued to kiss. When you pulled away, Echo looked into your eyes lovingly and stroked your hip with his thumb.

“Tell me I’m better than him,” Echo whispered against your lips. You were about to question him, but Echo just said “please.”

You nodded and smiled gently at him. “You’re better than him, Echo. You’re better than anybody.”

Those were all the words that Echo needed before he was kissing you once again, this time more roughly. His lips glided across your own easily and his hand came up to cup one of your breasts which he kneaded gently all as the kiss deepened. A low groan emitted from Echo’s throat as his lips continued to mash against your own desperately and you couldn’t help but grind your hips against him lightly. “Oh stars…” Echo groaned against your lips as you moved your hips slightly against him. You could feel his cock hardening beneath you in his trousers as your hips rutted against him. “Y/N…”

“Yes Echo?” You asked, pulling away from his lips.

“Please… Take me,” he whispered breathlessly.

“I feel like I should be the one saying that to you,” you joked, a grin plastering your lips. Echo however just shrugged and pulled you flush against him.

“Do you feel how hard you get me?” He murmured against your lips, thrusting his hips up to meet your own. You nodded in response, not trusting your shy demeanour enough to speak. Echo continued to fondle your breast with his only hand and used his new scomp to keep you right where he wanted you, on his lap. His brown eyes twinkled with need as you continued to grind against him. “Do you - oh - still find me attractive?”

“Yes,” you breathed out without a second thought. You had spent every waking moment since the Citadel missing Echo, so for him to be alive and well and now a trembling mess in your arms. Well, it was a bittersweet feeling.

“Are you sure?” He asked, uncertainty laced his voice as he held his scomp up to your face. “I’m not the man I used to be.”

“Echo,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his once more. “Just because you feel like you’re not the man you used to be, doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

Echo groaned against your lips at your words. To be honest, they were the words he needed to hear. He dropped his hand from your breast and fiddled with the waistline of your trousers. “May I?” He asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you whispered as a blush crept up on your cheeks.

Echo nodded slowly and licked his lips before he managed to find the courage to slip his hands down your trousers and underwear. After all this time his fingers were finally, finally, touching you. You wriggled slightly in his lap to get into a better position so Echo’s fingers would be able to reach inside you, should he want too. Almost immediately after you moved, Echo wasted no time in slipping a cold, slender finger inside of you. You gasped, and Echo used his scomp in an attempt to keep you quiet, pressing the cool metal to your lips. When he was certain nobody was going to enter the cockpit to see what the noise was, Echo began to slowly move his finger in and out of you. You bit your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to hide the moans that were threatening to spill past your lips and Echo realised this quickly, a slight chuckle came from the clone that sounded like music to your ears. As Echo continued to pump his finger in and out of you, his lips traced your neck and began sucking on the soft flesh. It was almost as if he wanted you to moan. But when he inserted a second finger into your entrance, it made a bit more sense to you. You gasped quietly as Echo’s fingers drilled into you, his beautiful brown eyes were half-lidded with lust when he looked at you. The sight of him below you made you want to cum instantly. But you weren't there yet, not yet.

“Kriff Y/N,” Echo whimpered against your neck. “Your pussy is sucking my fingers in.”

You blushed furiously. “D-Don’t say that!” You cried out silently. With two of his fingers still inside of you, Echo’s thumb found your swollen nub and he began to clumsily circle it all while keeping his fingers pace inside of you. The extra attention on your clit was exactly what you needed to be pushed to the brink of your orgasm and soon you were cumming over Echo’s fingers. You bit down on your bottom lip once more to stop the moans of pleasure from reaching the surface, afraid to wake up any of the other members of your new squad. It wouldn’t be a good first impression, would it?

Echo retracted his fingers from your underwear and smirked at your shaking legs. He sat back and watched as your orgasm washed over you and it was in that moment that Echo thought you could never look more beautiful. “Let me return the favour,” you said quietly, sinking down to your knees on the floor of the ship. You looked up at Echo through your lashes who’s blush was obvious against his pale skin.

He shook his head. “No. No. No.”

“Why not?” You frowned, pouting slightly. You felt silly now, but Echo simply shoved the two fingers he had used to finger you into your mouth to keep you quiet. Your tongue swirled around his digits and you hummed in pleasant surprise at the sweet taste of yourself.

“Good girl…” Echo whispered. He bit down on his own lip as he watched you suck your juices off his fingers. He watched the way you hollowed your cheeks, and felt the way you swirled your tongue around his fingers and he was desperate to feel it around his cock. But he couldn’t, not tonight. Not for his first time. Echo grasped your shoulders and pulled you up from your position on the floor, forcing you to stand up. You had to stand on your tiptoes to press a delicate kiss to Echo’s nose but the clone in question had turned you around, pushing your back against the wall of the ship.

“Echo-”

“I want you Y/N,” Echo shook his head. “I want to make love to you, is what I mean.”

“You still want me after…” You trailed off, not wanting to bring Rex up for fear of all the emotions Echo may be feeling over the whole situation.

“I’d still want you if you were a kriffing Separatist,” Echo joked, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Is that so?” You teased back, wiggling your eyebrows at him. You had always teased him, before the Citadel incident. There was no way that you were going to stop teasing him now that he was back in your life. With your back against the wall of the ship, Echo finally had you cornered, his hand and scomp trapping you in your current position. He bent his head down to capture your lips in a frantic kiss, one that was filled with so much emotion. Using his only hand, he tugged down your pants and underwear clumsily until they fell in a pool around your ankles. You stepped out of them and looked towards the cockpit door, worried that someone would enter when you were half naked.

“Don’t worry,” Echo whispered, sensing your uneasiness. “The others have gone to sleep. It’s just us two here, in this moment.” You nodded in an attempt to regain some confidence. You trusted Echo with your life, so with one last look at the door you aimed to forget it even existed as Echo’s eyes glazed over your body. With his singular hand Echo was quick to unbuckle his trousers and tug his cock out of the tight restraints, leaving you dumbfounded. You knew all clones were the same, so he should have been the same as Rex, but if anything he seemed bigger. Your mouth began to water at the sight and Echo just looked down at his erect member sheepishly before gazing into your eyes. “Is it… Is it to your liking?”

Unable to speak, you just nodded and without another word Echo had you turned so you were facing the wall. With his scomp pressed against the ship wall, his free hand positioned himself against your folds before he pushed inside of you slowly. You let out a soft gasp as his cock began to stretch you out and you bit your lip to stop any other noises from escaping your lips. When Echo was fully sheathed inside of you, he remained still for several reasons: one, to let you adjust to his length, but secondly, to make sure he didn’t cum straight away.

“Y-You can move,” you whispered breathlessly, turning your head to the side in an attempt to face Echo. His brows were furrowed and he was biting his bottom lip. His scomp and hand rested on your hips to keep you steady as he began to move inside of you slowly. Thrust after thrust, Echo’s movements began to speed up. It was as if you two were the only ones in the galaxy at this moment, and he would treasure it forever. It was almost as if you were made for him, the way he slotted into you so easily, there was no other explanation in his mind other than you were made for him. A loud grumble erupted in Echo’s throat as he continued his movements, his hand grasping onto your hip tightly.

“Wanted this for so long,” he whispered against your neck as he pressed soft kisses against your skin. “Even before the Citadel, Gods, Y/N.”

“Echo,” you whimpered against the wall. His cock was sliding in and out of your heat so easily due to your wetness and prior orgasm and the filthiest sounds filled the cockpit. Your face was red from embarrassment but you shook your head lightly and ignored it, revelling in the pleasure Echo was bringing you. “Harder,” you managed to choke out.

Echo gave a court nod and his movements became harsher almost immediately. His grip on your hip tightened as he angled your hips just right, forcing him to hit that deep spot inside of you just right. “Stars, you’re squeezing me so tightly!” Echo whispered, his voice full of lust. His eyes were squeezed shut as he focused on not cumming until you did, and you weren’t far behind. You dropped a hand from the ship's wall and brought it between your legs, giving your clit the attention it craved and almost instantly, your orgasm washed over you. “Oh, kriff!” Echo called out, rather loudly as your cunt sucked him in. You moved your hips involuntarily as you rode out your orgasm, moaning Echo’s name over and over again. “Did you just cum?” He asked.

“Y-Yes,” you whispered hoarsely, voice sore from holding back the moans you so desperately wanted to let out.

“Can I cum?” Echo asked awkwardly.

“Please!” You cried out. “Please Echo. Cum for me.”

With a few more jagged thrusts, Echo released himself inside of you with a guttural moan into your neck. His hips continued to move as he continued cumming, and when he finally stopped he pulled out of you with a shiver. “I never knew sex would feel so good,” Echo mumbled, tucking himself back into his pants.

“That was incredible, Echo,” you smiled at him, turning around and pressing a kiss to his temple. “We should do that again.”

Echo stared at you in disbelief. “You want to do that again… With me?” He asked, pointing to himself with his scomp. You just chuckled and nodded a simple ‘yes’. Grabbing your pants and underwear, you covered your modesty once more and sat on the pilot's seat, admiring the space outside of the windows. “I love you…” Echo whispered, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

“I love you too Echo,” you smiled as you looked up at him. You turned your attention back to the space in front of you and you felt your heart flutter. You finally felt complete once more now that Echo was back and you were never going to let go of that feeling.

TECH was busy fixing the ship, as usual. You lay in your bunk, beyond frustrated as your boyfriend worked well into the night. As usual you were waiting for him to join you, but as usual, he was busy. You sighed dramatically and stood up, tiptoeing to the cockpit with the full intention of dragging him to bed. As you reached the cockpit you stopped dead in your tracks: Tech was shirtless underneath the Marauder’s controls, his eyebrows scrunched together as he worked hard. You felt your mouth run dry and a lump form in your throat. “Oh fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

But Tech had heard you. “Y/N?” He asked quizzically. “What are you doing awake?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and attempted to regain your composure as you answered. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” You wrapped your arms across your chest in annoyance.

“Don’t wait up for me sweetheart,” he mumbled, his gaze momentarily lingering on you before he redirected his attention back to the controls he was working on.

“You know I can’t sleep without you Tech,” you whined.

“You’re going to have to learn, my love,” Tech responded, rolling his eyes playfully.

“No I don’t,” you mumbled, sticking your tongue out. You walked further into the cockpit, closing the door quietly behind you. Tech continued his work as you made your way over to him, your arms still across your chest. You hovered by his side, watching as his fingers skillfully moved across the wires. You sucked in a breath and felt a sudden overwhelming heat fill your body. The two of you had been together for a few months now, but had yet to engage in any type of sexual activity. You wondered if it was something that Tech ever thought about and if so, why he hadn’t made a move yet. You bit the inside of your cheek as the thoughts continued to roll into your mind. Before you even realised it, you were standing over Tech and slowly sinking down to sit on his midriff.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just taking a seat,” you shrugged, shuffling enough just to get yourself comfortable.

You felt yourself fall into a trance as your hands trailed Tech’s bare, toned chest. He was absolutely perfect. He shivered as you touched him, trying his hardest not to get distracted from the work at hand, however, he failed. He felt his cock harden almost immediately as the soft pads of your fingers worked their way around his nipples. This didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you grinned at his body’s response to your touch. You rolled your hips against his own, clothed cunt pressing against his hardened length forcing a soft moan to erupt from his throat. You continued your movements against him, teasingly. You could feel the wetness between your legs become more and more prominent.

“What are you doing?” Tech sighed, his fingers halting their movements on the wires in front of him.

“Trying to get your attention,” you grinned.

Tech couldn’t help but buck his hips up against yours as you continued to grind against him. “You have my attention,” he replied, biting his bottom lip as he looked at you. You looked absolutely beautiful to him. Nobody could compare to you.

“I want this,” you whispered, hands still trailing his chest. “I want you.”

Tech’s eyes widened in surprise at your boldness. “I’m here,” he whispered. His hands fell from the wires and were placed on your hips, gripping them tightly as if you’d leave if he were to let go.

You rolled your hips once more. This was the finishing move for Tech. Within seconds, you were flipped over so you were the one laying on the floor and he was the one hovering over you. “It’s extremely likely the others will wake up,” Tech whispered. His eyes still searching yours.

“I’ll be quiet,” you whispered back. “I promise.”

“I cannot say the same,” Tech said, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. He thrusted his hips against yours, clothed cock pressing against your clothed cunt once more. You were desperate for him at this moment in time. You didn’t think your first time with Tech would go like this, but it was perfect nevertheless. Your hands shakily reached out to his blacks pulling them down, his cock springing free from its restraints. He was bigger than you expected, a slight curve to his cock that had your mouth drooling. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You didn’t reply with words, instead you just nodded your head quickly, still staring at his cock. You shuffled your own trousers and underwear down speedily, you knew time was of the essence in this situation. Tech watched with wide eyes through his goggles as you became exposed to him. His cock twitched at the sight of your spread out for him, your pussy drooling for him and him alone. You grasped the base of his cock with one hand and slowly began to jerk him off. Tech immediately jumped, the feeling of pleasure welling up in his balls from the second your soft hands touched him.

“You’re so big Tech,” you whispered in awe.

He blushed lightly and looked away, eyes rolling into his head as your hand seamlessly glided across his length. “I won’t last if you keep going,” he whispered shyly. You grinned at him in response and slowly retracted your hand. You slipped two fingers inside your core easily, stretching yourself out ready to take his cock. Tech was mesmerised by the way your fingers disappeared into your body. Biting his lip, he held back a moan at the sight of you.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” You asked seductively whilst licking your lips. Tech nodded and positioned himself on top of you as you pulled your fingers out of yourself with a slight pop. He slicked his cock up your folds, coating them with your wetness before slowly sliding in. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before pushing the remainder of his length inside of you. A soft whimper fell from your lips and you closed your eyes tightly. Tech let out a shaky breath as he tried his hardest to refrain from moving, allowing you more time to adjust to his cock. The feeling was better than anything he had ever imagined and experienced. The way your walls clenched around him already had Tech seeing stars. “Okay, you can move,” you whimpered.

Tech nodded in response before pulling his cock out of you and thrusting into you completely once more. He let out a moan as he hit that spot deep inside of you. His hips stuttered clumsily with each movement he made. You continued to bite your bottom lip in an attempt to muffle any moans that were threatening to spill from your lips but Tech was a whimpering mess. He thrusted against you desperately, hands staying by your head to keep himself steady above you. “Oh kriff,” Tech moaned loudly.

“You need to - ah - be quiet baby,” you whimpered, moving your hands to cover his lips. Tech’s eyes were wide as he nodded, your hands muffling his whimpers and moans.

“Can’t help it,” he said quietly. “It feels too good.” Suddenly, Tech’s thrusts became more violent and quick. His cockhead perfectly reaching your insides had you squirming beneath him. You wanted to cry out his name in pleasure, but knew it was highly possible you would wake someone up. Instead, tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm approached, your hands falling from Tech’s mouth and wrapped around his neck. Tech bent down to press soft kisses to your cheeks. “I know. I know,” he whispered into your ear. Tech rutted into you brutally, you could feel him pulsing deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around his cock as your orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking violently as you gushed all over Tech’s cock. He was mesmerised as he watched you cum, soaking his cock and midriff in your juices. That was it. Tech couldn’t hold back any more. He pulled out of you completely once more before slamming himself back in, pace never faltering. “My turn to cum, princess. Where do you want it?” He asked.

“Inside,” you gasped. “Please.”

Tech nodded, all thoughts of reason escaping his mind. Consequences be damned, he was going to finish inside of you. With a few more stuttered strokes, thick ropes of creamy white shot from the head of his cock and deep inside of you. Tech let out a breathy moan as his head dropped into the crook of your neck, hips moving a few more times before coming to a halt inside of you. “Kriff, that was amazing,” Tech mumbled.

“It was,” you smiled, stroking his hair softly. “Are you coming to bed now?” You asked cheekily.

“I suppose after that, I could do with some sleep,” Tech moaned, pulling his cock out of you. He sat up and pulled his blacks back up, covering himself completely as he watched you lay on the cool floor of the Marauders cockpit. You were grinning and watching him dress. “Get your trousers back on,” Tech mumbled, throwing your pants and underwear in your direction. You nodded and got yourself dressed.

“Let’s go to bed,” you said sleepily, wrapping your arm around Tech’s waist and pulling him to your bunk. You both collapsed on your bed, snuggled into each other. It wasn’t long before you were both asleep, snoring softly in the comfort of each other's arms.

WRECKER was the sweetest boyfriend you had ever had. He would share his food with you, open doors for you, help you down the steps of the Marauder and most importantly carry you around if you wanted. He was a gentle giant. You were currently sitting on his lap, fingers playing with his armour as he spoke with the other members of the Batch. Eventually, Wrecker diverted his attention to you, a wide smile playing on his face as he looked down at you. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Just admiring your armour,” you replied with an equally wide smile. “It suits you.”

“Thanks,” he grinned.

“Get a room,” Hunter mumbled, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Technically, they’re in a room,” Tech piped up.

“You know what I mean Tech,” Hunter chuckled.

“Oh hush Hunter,” you groaned, slightly embarrassed by his remark. Despite the physical affection you and Wrecker engaged in whenever and wherever you were, you had yet to have sex. The rest of the group were aware of this too, which is probably why Hunter made his little ‘get a room’ remark.

“Should we leave you two alone?” Crosshair asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We’re not doing anything!” You cried.

“You can leave us alone,” Wrecker said proudly. Your eyes widened at his words, and watched as Hunter, Echo, Tech and Crosshair stood up from their sitting positions.

“See you guys later,” Echo grinned as they walked out of the cockpit of the Marauder and outside.

“What was that for?” You pouted at Wrecker, who was smiling down at you.

“I’ve been thinking lately Y/N,” he started.

“That’s not good,” you joked, a slight snort erupting from your throat, however, you stopped laughing when you saw his serious expression. “What’s wrong Wreck?”

“Why haven’t we had sex yet?” He said suddenly.

“Oh!” You exclaimed. “I don’t… There just hasn’t been a right time. You know, cramped on this little ship with four other men, there’s not much time.”

“Well…” Wrecker sucked in a sharp breath. “They’re gone now.”

“You want to have sex? Now?” You asked. You were completely flabbergasted as he nodded. You never expected him to ask outright for sex. You felt a heat rise in your core as Wrecker looked at you with those innocent eyes of his. You looked around the room before nodding shyly. “I suppose…”

“I only want to do this if you want to,” Wrecker replied.

“No it’s not that,” you said quickly. “I’m just nervous is all.”

Wrecker kissed your cheek and stood up, lifting you with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and squealed. “Don’t be nervous,” he whispered seductively. He carried you to your shared bunk and plopped you down on the hard mattress before slowly removing his armour, leaving him in just his blacks. Then, with his large hands, he bent down and yanked your pants off. You gasped as you were left in just your shirt and underwear.

“W-Wrecker!” You whimpered, eyes wide. “Be careful!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll just buy you a new pair,” Wrecker shrugged as he looked at your torn up trousers on the floor. His eyes slowly drifted up back to your form lay on the bunk, your underwear looked so inviting to him. With shaky hands, he looped his fingers round the waistband of your panties and pulled them down slowly. The cool air hit your core and you attempted to close your legs out of embarrassment, but Wrecker was quicker, forcing your legs apart. “Don’t be shy baby,” he cooed. He slicked a finger up your folds, feeling how wet you were for him, your arousal evident between your legs in the form of pearl-coloured liquid. Wrecker prodded the tip of his finger into your entrance and a gasp left your lips. “I’m going to push my finger all the way in, okay baby?” He said, staring into your eyes. You nodded and braced yourself, grasping the sheets below you as he forced his finger into your cunt. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. You threw your head back into the sheets and closed your eyes. “Relax for me baby,” Wrecker whispered.

“I am!” You cried out. “Your finger is just too big!”

“If you think that’s big you should see my dick,” Wrecker couldn’t help but laugh as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you. You let out a cry and tried to close your legs yet again, but Wrecker kept them open. “Baby it’s okay,” he whispered.

“I know I know,” you replied. Your grip on the sheets below loosened as you adjusted to his finger but you didn’t get a chance to fully relax as he was poking his second finger inside you almost immediately.

“Such a good girl,” Wrecker mused as he admired the way your cunt was sucking his fingers in. “Got to open you up just enough for me, m’kay?”

You nodded, gasping once more as his fingers began to move inside of you at a languid pace. “Wrecker,” you whimpered, bucking your hips up slightly. He chuckled at your eagerness and put his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body twitched with pleasure as you felt your first orgasm already nearing. You were embarrassed to say the least at how quickly he had you coming undone. Your vision began to spot white and your hands flew to Wrecker’s large shoulders. “I’m cumming,” you cried out. Wrecker continued moving his fingers inside of you slowly, pushing you over the edge completely. When your orgasm had passed, Wrecker pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to his lips. He sucked the two fingers that had been inside of you clean, his face contorting into one of pure pleasure as he tasted you. When he was finished, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and climbed on top of you, bulge pressing against your cunt. “Take off your blacks,” you groaned, pawing at his chest. Wrecker laughed and nodded, taking off his blacks and revealing his extremely toned body. He may have been larger than the others, but he was certainly in shape. His cock was massive, bigger than you had ever seen and you had a mild panic at the thought of him shoving it inside of you.

As if reading your mind, Wrecker smiled softly at you. “Relax baby.”

He grasped the base of his cock and positioned himself at your entrance before pushing inside of you slowly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer to your frame. “It hurts,” you cried out.

“I’m almost all the way in baby. You’re doing so well,” Wrecked praised you. He pressed soft kisses on your neck as he slowly bottomed out inside of you. “Oh kriff, you’re so tight,” he grumbled. He stayed put for a minute before giving an experimental thrust to gauge your reaction. When you let out a soft moan, Wrecker continued his movements. Slow and steady, he was. Your name fell from his lips as he moved, cockhead rubbing against your cervix so deliciously. He pulled out of you completely before slamming back in. Your pussy clenched around him, sucking him further into your body. “This feels so good.”

“S’good,” you babbled. You were completely cock drunk as Wrecker continued to slam against you, hands wrapped around your body keeping you close to him.

“Why didn’t we do this before?” Wrecker gasped as he hit that spot deep inside you that felt too good for him.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You let out a squeal and yelp, your second orgasm approaching. “If you keep moving like that Wreck, I’m going to cum again!” You warned, almost begging him to not let you cum.

“Cream all over my dick baby, it’s okay. I know you can do it,” he whispered into your ear and with those words, your orgasm fell upon you like a tidal wave. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your body fell limp against his.

“Oh kriff,” Wrecker moaned. “Going to cum myself,” his hips rocked against yours, pushing further into you. The pleasure was overwhelming and all you could do was just lay there and moan his name over and over again. With a few more thrusts, Wrecker was leaking inside of you. He growled as he came, slamming into you a few more times before stopping, his body shaking as he finished cumming. “Holy shit,” he whispered once he was finished pouring inside of you.

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your arms around Wrecker and holding him close to you. “That was incredible,” you smiled. Wrecker nodded as he rolled off of you and lay flat on his back staring at the ceiling.

“And we’ll do it again, right?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Only if you want to,” you replied. Wrecker just nodded and pulled your body on top of his.

“Give me a few minutes and we can go for round two,” he breathed heavily.

“Round two?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. You sat up and looked down at your boyfriend lovingly. “You really want to go again?”

“May as well before the others come back,” Wrecker laughed. You nodded and lay back down, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn’t need long before he was ready for round two, ready to destroy your cunt with his huge cock once more.

CROSSHAIR was sat cleaning his rifle, as per usual. He had been in that same position for at least half an hour, his eyes not moving from one spot. “You okay Cross?” You asked, sitting up from your position on the bed. He looked over to you and nodded his head, turning swiftly back to cleaning his rifle. He wasn’t a man of many words, you had come to realise this. You continued to stare at him as he cleaned his rifle.

After a while, Crosshair looked up. He saw you still gazing at him, a sly smirk spreading across his lips. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he said.

You shook your head, shaking yourself out of your trance, a slight blush on your cheeks. “S-Sorry,” you squeaked.

“Don’t be cutie,” he said, placing his rifle on the floor before standing up and stretching. He was dressed in his blacks, armour long since discarded after the most recent mission. You could see every defined muscle on his body as he stretched. “See something you like?” He asked, still grinning at you.

Your throat ran dry for a moment and you had to gulp down the lump that had formed in your throat from embarrassment. “I-I just spaced out,” you managed to choke out.

“Spaced out staring at me?” Crosshair chuckled. You nodded shyly as he walked over to you, towering over your sitting form. “Y’know, sweetheart, if you liked me all you’d have to do is just say.” You were shocked. Crosshair hadn’t ever spoken to you this much before. And sure, you found him extremely attractive but you knew nothing about him other than he was a good shot with a gun.

“I just spaced out,” you repeated, sounding more confident this time.

Crosshair hummed at you, watching your red cheeks deepen. “You know, sometimes I space out staring at you too,” he whispered in your ear.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you blinked rapidly at him. “You do?” You asked, tilting your head to the side, looking up at him. Crosshair just nodded at you, his eyes staring into your own. You felt your heart skip a beat as he leaned in closer to your ear, nibbling on your lobe seductively.

“I find you very, very attractive Y/N,” he whispered. Your body shivered as his wet tongue licked a stripe up your earlobe. You were at a loss for words. Crosshair stopped and turned around before making his way over to his bunk and sitting down. “Why don’t you come over here, pretty thing,” he whispered, patting his lap. You nodded slowly, standing up and shyly walking over to the sniper. When you were within arms distance, Crosshair grasped your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

“Cross!” You squealed, falling onto his lap.

Crosshair just continued to grin at you as his hands massaged your hips slowly. “What’s wrong princess?” He asked softly in your ear. You just nodded as you felt his hand trail down to the waistband of your trousers, slipping a hand down them. You let out a soft gasp as his hand slipped down the fabric of your underwear, stopping just before your clit. “You want this, right sweetheart? I see the way you look at me. Big eyes staring longingly at me…” he trailed off, awaiting your answer.

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered, closing your eyes as one of his fingers poked at your clit, moving painfully slow circles. Your body stuttered slightly upon impact, not used to being touched like this, not in a long time.

“You’re sensitive,” Crosshair remarked, shit-eating grin still plastered on his lips. You let out a soft whine as his finger sped up its pace, slow circles now moving slightly faster. His free hand moved from your hips to your lips, stopping any noise from escaping. “Quiet princess. We wouldn’t want the others to walk in on us would we?” You shook your head quickly. A ‘good girl’ left his lips as his finger fell from your clit to your pussy, prodding at your entrance. Without any warning, he shoved his finger deep inside you, past his knuckle and slowly began to finger you. His fingers were slender, like him, but by God you felt it. After a few moments of slowly fingering you, Crosshair growled and retracted his finger. “Take these off,” he snapped, tugging your pants and underwear down to your ankles. “They’re getting in my way,” he groaned, throwing them across the room and pushing you next to him on the bed.

You were surprised when he stood up, kneeling down in front of you on the floor and pushing your legs apart. “W-what are you doing Cross?” You asked.

“Just having a little taste,” he replied, leaning his face into your cunt. You let out a loud gasp as his tongue licked a stripe up your folds before he dived in. He was already eating you like a man starved of food for a month, and he didn’t let up as he held your legs further apart.

“Crosshair,” you moaned softly, hands resting slightly on the top of his head pushing him further down into you. His tongue prodded into your tight hole, licking you with a fever nobody ever had before.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled into your cunt and you let out a disapproving whine. Despite your whining, Crosshair continued lapping and sucking at your pussy desperately, moaning as he did.

“Cross, I’m gonna cum if you keep it up,” you exclaimed, trying your hardest to wiggle away from him.

“Soak my face princess,” was all he replied into your cunt. You couldn’t hold on any longer. You just let yourself go, wetting his face shamelessly despite your red face. “Such a good girl,” he moaned as he lapped up your juices. Crosshair wasted no time pulling his blacks down, his cock springing free. He was slender, but large, your eyes widening when you saw him. “It’ll fit, don’t worry,” he smirked.

“That’s not what I was thinking,” you tried to defend yourself, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing slightly.

“Oh yeah?” He teased as he crawled on top of you. His lips trailed wet kisses down your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin until it would no doubt bruise. “Gonna fill you up so kriffin’ good.”

You let out a soft moan as the tip of his cock inched its way inside of you. You gasped when he was half-way in, grasping at his shoulders desperately. He cooed at you and soothed you as he pushed the remaining inches inside, until you were full to the brim. Crosshair didn’t give you any time to adjust, instead, he just began to fuck you roughly. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. Like an animal, he growled, his hips snapping roughly against your own. “Crosshair,” you whimpered, legs closing around his waist as he continued fucking you, never letting up his pace.

“What’s wrong, pet?” He asked, continually kissing at your neck. He was going to leave marks on you and let the others know who you belonged to.

“It’s too much,” you gasped, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“You can take it, I know you can,” he cooed. He pulled out of you before snapping his hips roughly against yours once more, fully sheathing himself inside of you. You moaned loudly, covering your mouth in the hopes that the other guys didn’t hear your cries. Crosshair laughed, before a moan slipped through, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. “Kriff baby, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum with me, please,” you begged, feeling your second orgasm approaching.

“You’re going to cum again?” Crosshair chuckled. “Filthy girl. Always knew you wanted my dick inside of you.”

You nodded enthusiastically, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” You chanted, all thoughts of being caught went out of your head. “I’m cumming Cross. I’m cumming again.” And just as you said that, you came, harder than you ever have over his cock. Crosshair let out a grunt and snapped his hips a few more times before spilling himself deep into you whilst panting heavily. He immediately pulled out once the thick ropes of cum had stopped shooting from his cock and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“That was just what I needed,” he panted, wiping some sweat from his brow.

You stared at the ceiling attempting to catch your breath, simultaneously nodding. “It was,” you said, face heating up.

You were about to open your mouth to ask Crosshair if he was okay when there was a knock at the door. “You guys okay in there?” It was Hunter.

“Fine,” Crosshair yelled back as he pulled up his blacks.

“Next time you’re going to fuck, let us know and we’ll leave,” Hunter groaned before walking away.

“Huh,” Crosshair laughed. He picked up your trousers off the floor and threw them your way. You caught them and immediately began putting them on. “Don’t get too comfortable, princess. I’m not done with you yet.”

His words sent a shiver up your spine. “You mean… This wasn’t a one time thing?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

Crosshair looked genuinely shocked as he shook his head. “Of course not.” You felt your heart swell in your chest as you looked at the sniper, and you knew you had found the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. “Come lay with me,” he whispered, letting his emotional walls down. You laid down next to him on his bunk and snuggled up against him, groaning at the feeling of the soft weight next to you. “You know, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

You were surprised to hear those words leave his lips, but you smiled. “I love you too Crosshair.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and closed his eyes, resting them. But like he said, don’t get too comfortable. He isn’t finished with you yet.

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