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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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skellymom · 4 months

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“Who Delt It?”

The THIRD Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES!

To read #2 in the series:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740278235151106049/bombs-away?source=share

Background: Five people on a small ship with one bathroom. Need I say more?

Word count: 392 words

Warning: Farts, stinky humor, pretty tame stuff for Tumblr

“Well, I’m ready for a nap!” Echo leaned back in the co-pilot's seat and closed his eyes.

“Likewise. Unfortunately, the Marauder won’t fly herself.” Tech sipped his caf enthusiastically, firing up the ship to take off.

The Batch had just finished a mission on an Outer Rim planet and made friends with the locals there. The locals insisted they share a huge cauldron of stew the community ate together...

...unfortunately, it ran through EVERYONE in the squad by varying degrees and resulted in some...flatulence.

“OOF! WHAT THE KRIFF??? WRECKER!!!” Echo screwed up his face in utter disgust.

“HEEYY, it wasn’t ME!”

“You ALWAYS state that Wrecker. Whomever smelt it is NOT definitive proof of whomever delt it.” Tech pinched his nose while speaking, his voice sounding comical with a partially obstructed airway.

Echo frantically waved the offending vapors away, “BLEH!” More dramatic facial expressions.

Wrecker sat angrily, arms crossed, sulking he had been wrongly blamed.

At that moment Hunter emerged from the fresher, clearly not “privy” to the current conversation, “You know lads, I...” He stopped DEAD, sniffed, coughed, choked, eyes starting to water. “WHAT THE SUN BAKED BANTHA TURD IS THAT???”

“Wrecker farted!” Echo fanned his face and grimaced.

“No... cough...can’t be...cough. Doesn’t have the same smell. Undertones are ALL wrong.” Hunter now had his “Tracker Face” on trying to discern the source of the stench.

“What! You can IDENTIFY people’s farts by their SMELL???” Echo was incredulous.

Tech interjected “Of course. Hunter IS known for his enhanced sense of smell. That is how Crosshair became LEGENDARY for his flatulence. He earned the ‘Silent But Deadly” moniker. No matter what mission we were on, or who we served with: The 212th, 501st, Coruscant Guard, or any other. Hunter never failed to pick out Crosshair with a shipload of Republic ration eating clones.”

Hunter chuckled, “Got to be a game for Crosshair after awhile. Silently drop one and watch all the Regs get mad at each other for stinking the place up. He was proud of it really...but Crosshair ain’t here.” Hunter turned to look at the offending party.

Everyone else turned to face Omega, silently sitting next to Wrecker hand over her nose and mouth.

“SORRY!” She yelled embarrassingly, jumped off the chair, ran to the refresher, and slammed the door.

Wrecker threw up his hands, “GEEZ! I CAN’T CATCH A BREAK WITH YOU GUYS!!!”

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Christmas Lights with Crosshair

[Part 1 of Holiday Fluff with The Bad Batch] Dividers by @ve-ti-ver on this post here Word Count: 700 SFW, just some warm and fuzzy stuff that will be a composite master post of Bad Batch sweetness. GN Reader.

The cool air refreshed your cheeks while the rest of you remained warm beneath your layers as you walked through the festively-decorated neighborhood. It was notorious in your town for over-the-top holiday decorations, and while you’d worried that you’d played it up too much in your description to Echo, it definitely did not disappoint. The sidewalks were packed, the streets bumper-to-bumper with cars full of jolly admirers gawking at the colorful displays. Festive songs layered over each other as the tunes wafted from homes and autos alike, and you took a deep breath, deeply content in the annual tradition.

“That one is an utter train wreck,” Crosshair murmured, barely audible beside you. You chuckled and squeezed his arm, your own looped through it snugly. Following his gaze, you could see why he’d say that – the next home on the block was…

“Quite extravagant,” you commented, trying to take in the layers upon layers of inflatable and light-up figures that filled every inch of space between the sidewalk and the house. The lawn had been covered with lights that wove back and forth across beneath every possible character that could even remotely be connected with the holiday. There were spotlights shooting up into the sky, waving around as though it were the premiere of the biggest film of the decade, and a cacophony of noise from the assembly.

You were grateful that you’d started early, able to enjoy the turning point of the evening as dusk gave way to darkness, even though it was still early. The winter solstice was nearly here, and each day was shorter and shorter. You took a turn down a side street, venturing away from the main drag to get a little space from the chaos. It was a bit overstimulating, and the two of you’d seen enough. Crosshair had been utterly stunned by the frivolity, and his choice comments had brought a great deal of laughter to the stroll so far. His sharp eyesight had also revealed more than a few little surprises that you’d never noticed before, making it your favorite year yet as far as holiday traditions went.

The noise died down as you walked farther into the “regular” part of the neighborhood, away from the well-known “Candy Cane Lane”, and the quiet was a welcome reprieve, settling over your ears like earmuffs you could almost feel. Crosshair felt less stiff, somehow, relaxing into your side a little more as the two of you made your way around a corner. A few of the houses were decorated with simple strings of lights or a humble nativity in the front yard, and it felt more like business as usual.

“Want to head home?” you asked, taking in Crosshair’s angular face as his eyes continued to roam.

“Eventually,” he answered, and his leisurely attitude was disarming. You smiled, tipping your chin as you caught a whiff of some delicious dinner being cooked nearby. A deep inhale brought in all kinds of scents – herbs and meat, roasted vegetables, and the faint touch of charcoal or some sort of barbecue. You couldn’t help but close your eyes to take it all in, missing the flash of unabashed fondness that crossed his face as he snuck a glance.

“This is my favorite time of day,” you admitted, opening your eyes and bestowing a warm smile in Crosshair’s direction. “Everyone is tucking into their homes, making tasty meals, nestling in for the night…” The roar of an engine cut you off as a delivery driver rounded the corner at far too high a speed, and you could have sworn you heard packages tumbling around in the back as it careened down the street, screeching to a halt in front of the lucky recipient.

“Almost everyone,” Crosshair observed, and you chuckled dryly. He paused, pulling you to a halt next to him, and you looked up at him questioningly. Without a word, he tilted his head, bringing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss that melted you to the core. When he pulled away, a flickering smolder in his eyes, you suddenly felt a little bit of a rush to get home after all.

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Something ANGSTY and FLUFFY with CROSSHAIR (if you’re any good at that, ik some writers struggle in some areas)

For Her

Summary: Crosshair struggles with his PTSD from Tantiss that manifests in his hands.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Minor season 3 spoilers, no plot spoiling

Tags: angst, hurt comfort, light fluff

TW: mention of death, mention of character canon death, ptsd symptoms

A/N: this is probably more angst than fluff eheh... sorry ^^; I hope you enjoy anyways! If you see any grammatical mistakes, no you do not <3

cross-posted on my ao3 of the same name here

Crosshair’s hands didn’t shake when his mind was preoccupied. And right now, he was preoccupied by combat with his brother Echo.

Crosshair sat folded in concentration, elbows resting on his knees, mulling over the next possible Dejarik moves. Echo was sitting across from him, just as engaged as the sniper, though Crosshair couldn’t tell if his yawns were genuine exhaustion or a mediocre attempt to rush his turn. Either way, Crosshair wasn’t going to pass up a chance to win because somebody was trying to end the game quickly.

“C’mon, Cross. If you could manage a move during this rotation, I’d appreciate it.” The former ARC trooper quipped.

“Relax. I’m thinking,” he said in mild annoyance. “Nothing wrong with being careful and taking one’s time.” Crosshair hit a button on the board, causing the holo to shift as his character sauntered over and slayed Echo’s main player, leaving the match at a checkmate. “See? Patience is a virtue.” He said, smug with victory.

“Yeah, one of your only ones, too,” Echo shot back with a smile, pressing the shut-off button on the entertainment table. Crosshair couldn’t help the small smirk that crept onto his face. Echo stood up and extended his good arm out across the dark table for a handshake. “Good game, as usual, Crosshair.”

Crosshair took his brother’s hand, and they shook. As Echo walked away to his bunk, Crosshair sat back down, massaging his hand at the palm. His hands didn’t shake when his mind was thinking about a task at hand, but once it was quiet, it was all he could do to keep them still. He held his hands out in front of him, watching them twitch. He squeezed them into fists in an attempt to calm the shot nerves and shut them out from his mind. Crosshair leaned back into his chair and shoved his still lightly trembling hands deep into his pockets. This was not an attempt to keep them steady but rather if they were out of sight, they were out of mind. And for the most part, it worked.

It was unusual for the ship to be as quiet as it was. Hunter and Wrecker took Omega out to the Pabu market before it shut down for the day so they could grab some dinner for the crew. Since being informally stationed on Pabu for the past month or so, Wrecker had acquired quite an affinity for cooking and Omega was more than eager to help him. Each night, they came home with a new recipe from a local vendor. And before Eriadu, anybody within a 20 foot radius of The Marauder could’ve heard Tech’s tinkering, but ever since…

No. He wouldn’t think about that. He couldn’t. Not without completely breaking down. Crosshair was still a soldier. Whether he was tied to the Republic, the Empire, or to his brothers, he had to be strong. But, ever since Omega saved him from Mount Tantiss, from Hemlock’s unending torture, Crosshair had trouble finding it in himself to return to the steadfast man he once was. Things weren’t as black and white as he had once believed them to be. His brief loyalty to the Empire was misplaced, he knew that now. Maybe had he stayed true to his brothers, Tech would still be alive. He didn’t deserve that fate– nobody did. Not when Crosshair could have prevented it. Had he not chosen to be a “good soldier” for the Empire’s evil. Crosshair couldn’t help but feel like it was all his fault. Omega’s capture. Tech’s death. And the worst part was that they all held him with kiddie gloves, like he was made of glass, destined to shatter at any moment.

Crosshair could feel the headache coming. He stood up and opened the hatch of their home. The wind rushed in, whipping the scent of the salty sea around him. It was humid, but not oppressive. He hoped the fresh air would clear his mind. Making his way down the loading ramp and onto the weathered cobblestone of the island’s square, he could hear the people of Pabu in the lower levels starting to call their children in for dinner. Thankfully, due to pleasant weather, the market was taking place on the beach, far below where the Marauder was parked atop the island. The pinnacle was mostly empty, so Crosshair didn’t have to be greeted by the well-meaning citizens. He kept walking until he reached the lookout point not far from the ship.

The sun had already begun dipping into the vast, dark sea as it painted the sky in all its deserving beauty. Scattered across the strip of beach, Crosshair could see vendors beginning to flip on their candleorbs.

He pulled his rifle from behind his back and placed it into position against his shoulder as he’d done a thousand times before. Making sure the safety was on before pointing it down towards the beach, he peered into the scope, looking for his family. It wasn’t hard to spot the crew, as they were a stark contrast from the linen-clothed locals. That paired with Wrecker’s resonant voice, which could probably carry across the planet, made them easy to find.

Through the viewfinder, he could see Omega reaching into a basket for a fruit he had never seen before, her mouth moving. She turned around to show Hunter the new food and he smiled at her, dropping a few coins of the Pabuian currency into her free hand.

Crosshair didn’t realize he was smiling at the scene. He was glad she was safe now. Maker knows she deserved to be. Especially after everything the child had to endure.

He continued to trail the scope along until he found Wrecker, not far ahead. He was practically towering over all the booths. Crosshair tried to use the scope’s zooming feature to see what he was holding, but at such a distance, it was hard to tell.

The rifle began to tremble slightly in the sniper’s hands. He furrowed his brows in concentration and tried to hold his position as rigid as he could, but it was no use. He ripped his face away from the scope and held the rifle out in front of him in frustration. All he saw in his hands was his mistakes. He unlatched the scope and tore it from the barrel before brashly throwing it off the ledge of the lookout. Crosshair wouldn’t dare to damage his precious weapon, but he couldn’t bear to look at the scope any longer. Once he heard the distant clink of metal against the climbing stairs of Pabu, he laid the weapon on the stone wall, his hand lingering with regret for a second longer.

He turned back toward the Marauder and began to walk away. He didn’t want it in his sight anymore but, as a formally trained sniper, it was hard not to be in his sight. The very thing that he had found security in as a cadet now made him shameful. The very purpose he was created for was stripped from his identity without remorse by the Empire. What’s the use in having a weapon if you can’t protect your family?

Thankfully, as Crosshair approached the loading ramp, he could tell by the light snoring coming from Echo’s bunk, that his brother was napping soundly. He pulled out a toothpick from his chest pocket as he made his way to the cockpit. He didn’t like being alone so much anymore, so he lifted his feet up onto the dash, careful to avoid any switches that might start the engine and tried to follow in Echo’s footsteps for a nap.

He had just about nodded off when Batcher’s quick footsteps disturbed the quiet evening. Crosshair lifted a single lid and squinted out of the viewport and saw Omega riding atop Batcher, the pair headed for The Marauder. Besides clutching Batcher’s fur, she had a cylindrical object in her right hand.

Crosshair took his feet down and sat up to open the loading bay door for Omega.

“Cross!” She called frantically. “Cross where are you?”

“I’m here, Omega.” He said, meeting her at the door. “What’s wrong?”

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face into his torso. He gingerly laid a hand on her shoulder and knelt down to meet her at eye-level as she pulled away. She looked deeply into his eyes, her own filled with concern.

“I thought something had happened to you!” Her eyes had begun to fill with tears and her face started to flush pink.

“No, I’m alright. Why would you think that?” He asked.

Omega swiped at her tears with the back of her hand before offering up the scope he had thrown away. She opened her hand flat. The black metal was scratched and the glass inside had shattered. “I thought maybe somebody had taken you.”

Crosshair placed his hand over hers, wrapping her fingers back around the scope and lowering it in rejection. “No. I don’t want that.”

“What do you mean?” Omega said with a sniff.

“I can’t do that. Not anymore.” He said shortly. He didn’t want to bring up Tech. He didn’t want to explain his feelings of inadequacy to her. Not when she was the one who had saved him in the first place. It should have been him. He should have been the one to save her. He was pathetic and he knew everybody around him thought that, too.

“I understand, Crosshair.” She started. “You feel like you don’t have a purpose anymore. I used to feel that way, back on Kamino.”

She took his hand and they sat, leaning against the navicomp on the floor together. “I always wondered why I was different from the other clones. I wasn’t trained like everybody else, but nobody would explain my purpose to me.”

“Omega, I-“ Crosshair tried to escape the conversation.

“No, let me finish.” She interrupted, and he shut his mouth.

“All of you had a clear purpose. The Kaminoans designed you that way. But me? There was nothing special about me. I’m not a sharpshooter and I don’t have heightened senses. I’m definitely not as big as Wrecker and nobody is as smart as Tech was.’

Crosshair winced at the sound of his fallen brother’s name.

“But then I finally met you all, my brothers! And I realized what my purpose was. It may not be what they created me for on Kamino, but I know it to be true in my heart. My purpose is to protect my brothers. To protect you,” she explained.

Crosshair could feel the sting of his tears as they started to fall down his slender face.

“Omega,” he began softly, “I’m so sorry. For everything."

The tears wouldn't stop. She pulled him in for a hug and he let her. The two sat together as Crosshair silently let the emotions wash over him. And Omega let him. She knew Crosshair had not come to terms with everything he went through on Tantiss or with the Empire. But, she was observant and saw how his hands would tremble if he didn’t keep himself busy. She knew he needed this and she also knew he wouldn’t confide in any of their brothers like this. Even Batcher sensed something was wrong and came over to lay her head in Crosshair’s lap.

After a couple of minutes, Crosshair pulled away and straightened against the ship. He cleared his throat and looked down at Omega. She was smiling sweetly at him. Not with pity, but with understanding. With her signature kindness. Batcher hopped up and tried to lick his face, pulling them out of the moment.

“Batcher, that is truly disturbing,” Crosshair said in disgust as he tried to shove her off.

Omega laughed and Crosshair smiled.

“When did you get so wise?” He asked the young girl.

“Since I became a big sister!” She joked.

Hunter and Wrecker showed up not long after, arms full with their food supplies for the night. Wrecker had also managed grab a bag of Mantell Mix to split with Omega. If they didn’t have anything to munch on while making dinner, there would be no dinner to speak of.

“So, I guess you’re okay, then,” Hunter said, vaguely gesturing to Crosshair with his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… having a rough go of it, I suppose.” Crosshair answered. It was slightly more information than he would typically give away about his emotional state. Hunter knew well enough not to push him.

“Well good,” Wrecker chimed in. “‘Cuz I’m starving!”

“I’ll wake up Echo so we can get started!” Omega hopped up from the floor and rushed over to his bunk. The rest of the crew headed outside to start the fire.

The saturated colors of sunset were still stretched across the sky as the sun continued to pass behind the horizon. That was one of Pabu’s specialties. Due to the atmosphere and the reflections off the ocean, the sunsets lasted much longer than it did on any other planet the Bad Batch had ever been to.

Crosshair walked back out to the lookout once more to retrieve his rifle. He couldn’t leave it. For as much grief as it was giving him, he would always come back to it. He had no other choice. He slung it back over his shoulder and returned to the group to help prep their dinner.

As dinner waned into the evening, the stars crept upon the little family. They all crowded around the fire and told funny stories to Omega about each other from their time serving the Republic. And Echo had plenty from when he was still with the 501st. The little clone intentionally sat next to Crosshair during dinner to give him a prevailing sense of comfort over his anxieties.

“And so I said to Cross,” Hunter said, finishing his story between chuckles, “Cross, that’s a Tooka!”

The crew burst into laughter at the story.

“Did you really think it was a battle droid?” Omega asked her seatmate in disbelief.

“Unfortunately, yes...” He trailed off.

“Alright,” Echo began. “The fire is dying and we should probably head in soon. Hunter and I will clean up since Wrecker, Omega, and Cross made dinner.”

“Thanks, Echo!” She beamed at him.

“Yeah, thanks!” Wrecker said as he slapped Echo’s back in gratitude.

It was probably a little harder than he meant as Echo stumbled forward. He turned his head to give Wrecker a dirty look. The biggest batcher just shrugged sheepishly.

“Come with me, Crosshair. I want to look at the stars over the lookout.” Omega requested.

Crosshair picked up their dishes and handed them to Hunter, nodding in thanks. The pair made their way to the lookout point.

The stars were in full view, brilliantly shining in every color imaginable. This was something neither of them would ever get used to.

Crosshair held out his hand to Omega so she could climb onto the wall. She smiled up at him and took it gladly. She swept her legs over the side and tilted her head up to the sky, eyes wide in wonder. She kept her eyes on the sky but Crosshair was watching her.

He hadn’t ever been one to talk much, even before all the events that transpired, but he didn’t think he would ever find enough of or the right kind of words to tell Omega how thankful he was for her.

He lifted a leg over the wall and sidled up to his sister, wrapping his arm around her protectively.

Omega wouldn’t always be a child, and she certainly wouldn’t need her brothers to protect her forever. But, looking into the galaxy here, together, Crosshair resolved his new purpose. He would make the galaxy a safer place. For her.

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totally-not-your-babe · 7 months

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Too Much Love Will Kill You

(Masterlist for only this fic)

Warnings (not all chapters): violence, cursing, mention(s) of death, mention(s) of slavery, sex, mention(s) of SA, blood, mention(s) of torture, minor character death

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Desert Flowers Under Twin Suns

Coming Soon!

Master of Puppets

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PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE: GIRL IN THE WOODS

CHAPTER TWO: NIGHTMARES

Hunted

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nahoney22 · 6 months

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How about how the bad batch boys (female reader) react to you giving them unexpected HUG? 🫂 because we all need a hug in our lives 😊 as fluffy as you can make it please! Congratulations on 4000 followers 😊

Unexpected First Hug

The Bad Batch X F!Reader

warnings: Mostly fluff, maybe a mention or two of reader feeling down/homesick. First hug with the Bad Batch. Some mutual pining if you squint. Female reader but can probably be read as GN too. Crosshair reunited with brothers. Not proofread.

authors note: thank you for the request! Enjoy some hugs 🫂

Echo 🤍

You missed him.

Actually, you found yourself missing him. deeply. But Echo's decision to go with Rex and Senator Chuchi had filled you with pride. However, as days turned into weeks, the void left by his absence grew more noticeable.

When you said your goodbyes, something felt incomplete. Perhaps words left unsaid or a simple handshake would have sufficed. But in the solitude of your bunk, thoughts of him kept creeping into your mind, and you couldn't help but picture him right beside you.

Then came the day when Echo surprised everyone by announcing his return to Pabu. Excitement surged through your stomach, eager to hear his tales and, most of all, to just be close to him again.

What neither of you expected, judging by the surprise on Echo's face, was when, as soon as he hopped off the gangplank, you raced over, outpacing even Omega and Hunter, and embraced him.

Your arms encircled his shoulders, your chest flushed against his, and Echo stammered your name in astonishment at the unexpected impact.

“H-Hello,” he appeared flustered by the emotion, and yet, the hug, something you'd never shared before, just felt so right.

“Hi, sorry I just,” you pulled away yet your arms lingered around his shoulders, “really missed you.”

You see his eyes widen ever so slightly and a shy smile etched on his face. “Oh, well, I missed you too.” He says softly, hands ever so gently placing onto your hips. “A lot.”

Hunter 🤍

“Hey, come with me.”

Hunter's voice pulled you from your thoughts as you observed Omega playing outside. You turned to face him on the gangplank, watching as he disappears inside.

You followed him back into the ship, a curious brow raised, inquiring about his intentions.

As you walked, you asked, "What do you want?" But Hunter remained tight-lipped until he stopped and faced you, arms folded. "What do you think?"

You stood before him, perplexed. "What do I think about what?"

"Your new helmet," he replied with a mischievous smirk, moving aside to reveal - of course - a brand new helmet.

For weeks, you'd been pestering Hunter for some equipment, just to enhance your safety and readiness on missions. His responses had usually been along the lines of 'maybe one day' or 'not right now,' which was understandable, given the constant struggle for credits.

Your excitement couldn't be contained as you exclaimed, "No way!" You eagerly picked up the helmet, admiring its design and paint job.

Hunter asked, "So, will that do?"

Instead of a simple "yes," you showed your gratitude by wrapping your arms around Hunter's waist, drawing him into an embrace.

Hunter felt his skin warm at the unexpected contact, and he awkwardly patted your back, his mind racing with thoughts of doing more, but uncertainty held him back. "I'll take that as a yes then," he chuckled softly, instantly missing the warmth of your touch as you pulled away.

In his own thoughts, he berated himself, thinking, "Idiot!" for not giving you a proper hug in return but seeing you ecstatic with your new gear was enough to satisfy him.

Wrecker 🤍

"Hey, are you comin'—what's wrong?"

Wrecker's voice broke through your thoughts at a vulnerable moment. You were overwhelmed with homesickness, and as you sought solace, Wrecker happened to discover you wiping away tears from your cheeks.

You put on a brave face, replying with a soft laugh, "Oh, nothing, don't worry. Just homesick." You felt grateful as he quietly took a seat beside you.

"Yeah, bet it's not easy being away from home when you're with us lot!" Wrecker said with a sheepish grin, but your smile didn't quite reach your eyes. Sensing your distress, Wrecker gently wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and despite your efforts to contain your emotions, tears began to flow.

Your lips quivered, and tears streamed down your cheeks. You turned into Wrecker, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled yourself close to him.

The contact initially stunned him, and he wore a shocked expression, but as he felt your tears on his neck and saw you burying your face, he sighed softly and embraced you just as wholeheartedly. His large hands gently rubbed your back, offering you the comfort you desperately needed.

Tech 🤍

"I believe I have something of yours," Tech announced as he walked into the cockpit, instantly piquing your curiosity. You couldn't quite recall giving him anything of yours, so you shot him a confused look. In response, he raised your datapad and playfully wiggled it in the air. "You should be careful where you leave things, especially during missions."

Your stomach plummeted, and your jaw dropped. You felt foolish for being so careless. Hunter had always stressed the importance of keeping your gear with you. The potential consequences of someone finding your device and tracking the others' locations weighed heavily on your mind. In a hushed tone, you asked, "Does Hunter know?" To your relief, Tech shook his head.

"I thought I'd do you the decency of giving you a warning. If it were Hunter who had discovered your oversight, the consequences would have been far more severe." Tech's reminder left you both relieved and also sincerely grateful for his discretion.

You stood up quickly, taking the device from Tech's grasp, and expressed your gratitude, saying, "Honestly, Tech, thank you. You didn't have to do that."

Tech remained nonchalant, replying, "I'm aware." But then, you took a step towards him. He watched you curiously, not used to being so close to you and especially as you gently wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled yourself into a hug, chin resting just in his shoulder.

He nearly dropped his own datapad at the unexpected physical contact, feeling his heart thump in his chest at the unfamiliar sensation. Tech had never been hugged before, and having someone he was growing fond of embrace him was certainly intriguing.

"Thanks again," you whisper softly in his ear before pulling away, leaving him in a state of surprise and curiosity.

Crosshair 🤍

You had been sitting there for a while, twiddling your thumbs and contemplating how to express your immense appreciation for Crosshair after the day's mission. He had saved you from a dangerous situation, and thanks to him, you were still alive and kicking. However, Crosshair was known for his intense and stoic demeanor, and you hadn't seen much gratitude directed his way since reuniting with his brothers and Omega. But, you wanted to change that. It was about time.

As you watched him at his makeshift shooting range, knocking down old canisters and bottles, you slowly made your way beside him.

"Don't say anything," he stated without even looking at you as you approached, causing you to pause with your words caught in your throat. You had anticipated this reaction from him, but you still felt the need to express your feelings.

"But—"

"Don't," he interrupted, lowering his rifle and glancing over his shoulder at you, his steely eyes piercing through you. "It was... nothing," he grumbled before turning his gaze away.

To him, maybe.

Disheartened, you turned to walk away, but an impulse tugged at you. You turned back to him and boldly wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his back.

Crosshair took a deep breath and stumbled slightly in his spot. But he didn't push you away. In fact, for a brief moment, he lowered his head and allowed the embrace. He hadn't felt this level of comfort in a long time. His rifle fell to the ground, and for a moment, he considered resting his hand on your arms, to touch you in return, but he resisted, not wanting to reveal his vulnerability at that moment.

"Alright, get off," he finally said after just a few seconds.

As you let go, he looked back at you however and there was just a faint hint of a smile. "You're welcome."

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fkmylif3 · 8 months

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#crosshair appreciation post (??)#anyway I love this man so much #star wars #tbb #the bad batch #tcw #the clone wars #tbb crosshair #crosshair #swedit #tbbedit #but my favourite is actually the third one #just see how smooth he slides through the ground #gets up and immediately shots the droid

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zoeykallus · 1 month

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Hi, Zoey! Are your requests open? I had an idea after watching Kenobi.

There’s a scene in Kenobi where the Inquisitors show up to a market place in search of Jedi. They throw a knife at the shop owner knowing that the Jedi hiding among the patrons will stop the knife from harming him. It would be interesting to see that with Hunter.

Maybe Hunter and Cid’s bartender have a relationship. Bartender was weary of the clones at first but warmed up to them and liked Hunter. They just started dating when Inquisitors show up. They use the knife trick on someone (maybe even Omega) and bartender is forced to expose themselves as a former Jedi.

I’d love to see how Hunter would react to that.

oh oh oh oh... I got something in my head!

*Running in circles*

I actually had a scene like this in my head for a while now, I put the whole batch in there but focus on Hunter as a love interest.

Hunter x Jedi/Reader - One-Shot - The Things We Do For Love

Warnings: Angst/Canon Typical Violence/Blood/Fluff

No one knows about your past with the Jedi order. You are forced to drop your cover, when you try to save Hunter's life.

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

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It's strange, life after Order 66 - hiding, pretending to be someone else. And it doesn't get any easier every day as you'd hoped, at least not at first. Cid's Bar, that's where you ended up at some point. You work behind the counter. You serve all kinds of strange clientele. Cid's Bar is like a meeting place for all kinds of scum in the Galaxy. Life has changed, a lot. Priorities change. The code after you've lived so long is nowhere near as important as surviving and belonging somewhere so you're not completely alone in this universe. But you can't open up to anyone, not exactly the most decent people come and go here. So you keep a low profile. You even flirt here and there to keep up appearances, but at the same time, you keep everyone at a distance. And then, to make matters worse, these clones turn up. Automatically, every alarm sounds inside you. Order 66 flares up in your memory, sharp and painful. It takes so much willpower to stay calm, to not let anything get to you, so much trauma hangs in every thought of clones. No one knows who you are, no one even suspects that you were part of the Jedi Order.

And yet these men surprise you, especially one of them who leads the group. He is so thoughtful, so serious. Hunter always seems to be lost in thought, trying to keep everything under control, to ensure safety. He rarely leans back and really takes a breath. He's almost always worried and tense, you can feel it in the Force. But eventually, he thaws out, you somehow strike up a conversation, and you quickly learn how much depth and kindness lie beneath that brooding, skeptical exterior. Hunter can even be funny, very observant and above all else, he's decent, probably one of the most decent people to ever come and go in this bar. You catch yourself admiring him. Your eyes meet more and more often, you talk to each other more often, even flirt. But this flirting is different, it's not fake, it feels real, exciting and for you, with your past, completely new and almost reckless. You are both obviously interested in each other, just as you are both shy and cautious in a certain way. Weeks, even months go by before your hands touch for the first time, and he asks you out.

You can see it in his face, he can hardly believe it himself, hidden behind his smile is a nervous boy who is incredibly afraid of being rejected by you. The big, brooding leader has a great weakness, you. Of course, you say yes, you can hardly resist this special man, clone soldier or not, Hunter has so much good in him, he attracts you like a magnet, not to mention his good, bold looks do the rest.

It starts like any other evening. More or less. After your first date, Hunter usually comes into the bar smiling, automatically seeking your gaze as soon as he walks through the door. You can't help it, you smile back every time, accompanied by a warm tingling in your stomach, warmth rising in your cheeks and ears.

But something is different today. There is a presence in the room, dark, determined, hard as stone, surrounded by sharp edges. You sense this presence in the Force, its intransigence. You look around in alarm. The bar is a little busier today, your gaze wanders more or less inconspicuously around the room. Then you see him. You meet cold eyes, eyes as blue as sapphires, their gaze steely and sharp, so intense that you automatically lower your own gaze and distractedly clean a glass. But you know this person has already noticed you. Right now you're feverishly thinking about your next steps and how to get out of here alive without putting anyone in danger. Hunter frowns worriedly, watching you. He can tell something is wrong. Tech is talking to him, but he is focused on you right now. He leaves the table where he was sitting with his brothers and is about to come over to you when he hears a voice say clearly and distinctly, not shouting but loud enough, "CT 9901"

You feel hot and cold, a shiver runs down your spine, you're sure Hunter feels the same way, you can see it on his face. All the heads at the Bad Batch table look up in surprise, shock and alarm. Hunter turns to the voice that seems to be coming from one of the other tables a few meters away. A man suddenly stands up, slowly, unhurriedly, confidently. Like a predator who is sure of his prey, who has no reason to be afraid, no need to hurry. Neither you nor Hunter like the body language. What surprises you, however, is that this man, in his strange, dark uniform, is not looking for you as you expected, but obviously for Hunter and presumably his brothers. "All 99ers in one room, this must be my lucky day. And not only that, I feel like I'm getting a little something extra on top of that," the somber stranger says, his voice deep and clear, almost melodic.

The room falls silent, as if the presence of this man demands it. With a confident little smile, the man pulls a knife from his belt, the first movement is slow, almost sluggish, but the throw comes so suddenly that you barely have time to react. It has become so quiet in the bar that you could hear a pin drop. But when the blade suddenly seems to stop in mid-air barely a centimeter from Hunter's eye, a murmur goes through the room. You're sure you can hear someone whispering the word Jedi.

Hunter only lets out a quiet, "What the hell", he can't help but stare at the blade for a moment. He should be dead, he realizes, that vibro blade should have drilled into his skull, but there it is, hovering right in front of his face. Out of the corner of his eye he sees your outstretched hand, your concentrated gaze, and he begins to understand. You stopped the blade from killing him, you stopped it in its tracks. The stranger's cool voice draws you both back to him. "I knew I sensed a Jedi in the room, and I knew you couldn't resist to show yourself" In the next moment everything happens very quickly, there is no time to think, to process, to make plans. The man reaches out his hand, and you feel his grip on you in the force. You are swept over the bar counter, with a pull on your body, trough the force, knocking over two tables on your way to the floor. Everything around you happens in a haze, you hear Hunter cursing angrily, blaster shots, the distinctive buzz of an awakening lightsaber, screams from the other patrons. A red glow fills the room. The smell of burned flesh.

Your left side hurts. You landed hard on the tables when the Sith Force-wrenched you over the counter, maybe you cracked a few ribs. There are shards on the surrounding floor from the glasses that went down. As you try to pick yourself up, you accidentally reach in and cut your right palm. The pain is sharp, clear and distinct, bringing you back to reality from your surprise. You jump to your feet, skillfully, supported by the force that flows through and envelops you. It's been a long time since you've used the Force and your abilities in this way, but it's as if you've never let it out of your fingers, the lightsaber sliding into your hand, its blade glowing blue with its characteristic hum. Blood runs down the hilt of your weapon from the open cut on your hand, it burns, but you ignore the pain. You feel Hunter's gaze, he is still confused. He knows what you are now, but he certainly hasn't processed the news yet. At the moment, you all have other things to worry about. Did the Sith come alone? Are there Stormtroopers waiting for you outside the bar?

You concentrate on the force, on the intentions of your opponent. Everything you feel emanating from him is sharp, dark, glowing hot. He is driven by rage, and the moment your lightsabers cross, you feel all the hatred in his attacks, which are admittedly much stronger than you expected. You've never fought a real Sith before. The first touch of your lightsabers is like an electric shock, an incredibly hard impact, a wave of fury that seems to roll over you from your opponent. The hilt of your weapon is slippery with your own blood, you have to grab it hastily with both hands so that the sword doesn't slip from your grasp or your opponent will decapitate you. For a moment, Hunter's concern penetrates your perception, but you shut him out and have to concentrate. A quick exchange of blows follows, attack, parry, retreat, attack, parry... The handle of your weapon becomes increasingly slippery with your own blood. Then it happens, another hard blow, you parry, the impact of the blades causes your weapon to slip away.

You hear Hunter yell out, hear the shock in his voice, the terror in that simple word, "No!" His blaster lies on the ground, sliced in half by the Sith's blade. Hunter has pulled his knife from his belt in a split second, lunging in the Sith's direction. The blade of your attacker hovers just in front of your neck, you hold the Sith and his weapon in this position with all the strength you can muster with body and force. Your heart races, adrenaline flows through your body. There are only millimeters between your life and death. Millimeters before the red lightsaber could sever your head from your shoulders. Hunter reaches an arm around the Sith's neck and jabs his knife into his side. The sergeant's voice is dark and smoky as he rasps, "Not on my watch"

The red lightsaber goes out and falls to the ground. Hunter kicks it aside, away from the Sith's hands, and lets the mortally wounded attacker slide to the ground. You see Hunter's chest rise and fall, still electrified, while your adrenaline suddenly subsides and your hands begin to tremble a little. You concentrate on the force, your center, and banish the trembling from your limbs. With a sigh, you look at the man on the ground, who is taking his last breaths, his cold, sapphire eyes still looking up at you with hatred, but there is also reluctance in them, surprise, defiance. Echo kneels down next to him, feels his pulse. "Quite dead," he says dryly, and with a glance at your extinguished lightsaber, he asks, "Care to explain?" "Take it easy, Echo. I guess it's obvious why we're only finding out now, it would have been dangerous to reveal the truth," Hunter says calmly and steps closer, carefully grabbing your hand and looking at the cut.

"That needs stitching," Tech says with a sideways glance and adds, "I can do it when we get to the Marauder, we should get out of here, more will come" The others lead the way, Hunter and you follow at a slight distance. You can't quite believe it yet. CF99 accepts you into their midst, no ifs, no questions, yet. Admittedly, Echo is still a little skeptical, but he always is. But you're part of it now, you're no longer alone. The thought spikes a feeling of euphoria in you. "Looks like Clone Force 99 has its own Jedi now," Hunter says with a wry smile. You crack a smile, liking the idea, forgetting for a moment your bleeding hand and the drops of blood that fall to the ground and on your tunic. Crosshair, who is walking ahead of you, casts a jaunty glance over his shoulder and says dryly, "Just don't expect me to follow your orders, General." He says it with a wink, even if his words sound a little hostile, he is friendly to you, you sense his intentions in the Force.

You say quietly, "I wasn't going to give you orders, you have a working system as a group, I wouldn't dream of changing it" The Sniper laughs softly, "Clever Jedi" Hunter drops back a little, and you do the same, sensing that he has something to say to you. After a little while, on your way to the Marauder, he says seriously, "You gave up your cover to save my life, thank you" You chuckle and say softly, "The things we do for love" Hunter listens in surprise and asks, "So our dates aren't part of your cover?" You've opened up to him in the force, feeling his pulse, the tingling under his skin as if it were your own. "I would never play with your feelings, not even as a cover," you say seriously. Hunter breathes a sigh of relief and asks, "So nothing will change between us?" "I'd like us to continue our relationship and see where it takes us," you reply with a warm smile. You feel his relief, his affection, and you breathe a sigh of relief as well.

"That's what I want too," he says, carefully grabbing your hand and taking another look at the wound. "That looks really bad," he says, frowning. Wrecker comes rushing up and murmurs, "Now hurry up, or our Jedi will bleed to death!" Impatiently, he grabs you and lifts you off your feet to carry you to the Marauder. You make a small, startled noise. "Wrecker," Hunter says softly, admonishing. "What? The little Jedi got hurt!" Wrecker returns unperturbed and carries you to the Marauder. "It's just a cut on my hand," you say, waving it off. "It's bleeding a lot," Tech comments as Wrecker sets you down next to him and points at your stained tunic. Tech already has medical supplies ready, including a needle and thread, but first Echo cleans the wound. You grit your teeth, because the cleaning stings a lot. Echo says knowingly, "Don't worry, it'll be done in a minute"

Wrecker asks curiously, "Is the Jedi officially with us now?" Hunter sits down opposite you and watches as your wound is taken care of, he says, "I think so" "But I'm not really a Jedi anymore. There is no longer a Jedi order and I haven't been following the code for a while now, at least not to the letter," Hunter's eyes meet yours at the last words. Your heart beats faster as a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. "We're not really regular clones either, we're not really soldiers anymore," Tech says lightly. Crosshair sticks a toothpick in his mouth and mutters, "Welcome to the defect squad, I have a feeling you'll fit in perfectly here"

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**Oh what a simple dress can do***

Tech X Female reader

Word count: 4.4 K

((After seeing you in that stunning dress, Tech admits that he can't deny his feelings anymore nor stay away from you. He wants you and makes his Intentions known))

⚠️Warnings: NSFW, smut, fem receiving, fingering, P in V, sweet talking⚠️

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The mission on Canto Bight ended up being a bit more then you originally bargained for. Especially the multiple men that had taken it upon themselves to flirt with you, like it was their right to. Even after you repeatedly told them a firm no. Thankfully a blaster pointed at them fixed the issue pretty quick.

Everything went about as smooth as most missions with clone force 99 usually did. In that it didn't. Fortunately you got what you came for. Meaning you could finally lose the way too reveling dress. Looking at yourself in the mirror one last you couldn't help but admire it. You had forgotten that you even had this one. Not sure where or when you bought or acquired it, but it was beautiful, Stunningly so.

Weirdly enough you had to admit, a deep scarlet red seemed to be your color.

Standing just outside your door, finger hovering over the open and close button, Tech was thinking the exact same thing.

The rich scarlet color was most certainly indeed your color. Your ideal shade in fact. Maker how it brought out the electric blues in your eyes. The way it clung to your figure, hugging every curve of your frame so perfectly.

The very second you stepped into the cockpit his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His throat immediately drying up.

All coherent thoughts from his mind disappearing the moment he saw you. It was as if time stood still. Everything ceased to exist but you. All he could see or think about in that very instant was you. You had robbed him of all meaning, leaving him completely breathless.

Keeping a calm and clear head, especially during a mission was a factor of his programming. He was modified specifically to be an individual of logic and facts. Data being his constant companion. Yet, when it came to you everything he knew seemed to dissipate. As if it no longer existed the very minute he laid eyes upon you.

It was no secret to him that he had been harboring these...types of feelings towards you for quite some time. Being a man of science he tried to rationalize it. Find a more accurate solution to why he was experiencing such powerful, dominating emotions.

The only conclusion he could decipher was that he had true passionate feelings for you, and that he needed to tell you. The desire to so was very overwhelming. So much so that the second he saw you in that dress, Kriff, he wanted to devour you. Not just connect his lips to yours, but much more.

His imagination ran wild. Wilder than it should've gone. He had not realized that it could even reach such a point.

It both unnerved and excited him.

Never had he experienced such impulsive thoughts like that before. Especially not about you. Yes he wanted to feel your lips against his. But this?

He had been researching it for quite some time. About how one went about initiating such an action. But now he wanted to touch you in ways that went beyond simple affection.

He was somewhat familiar with intimate escapades and how such actions were preformed. Not only had his brothers disclosed details of their said 'adventures', but numerous late night research sessions had also yielded successful results.

Now the only quarrel was telling you. He had no desire to force himself upon you. He was not that kind of man at all. And frankly he despised any man or individual who was.

If you rejected him then so be it. He would continue your friendship as if nothing had changed and cage his feelings away for no one to see again.

But if you did feel the same way, he was not confident he'd be able to leave without putting his new found knowledge to the use.

Knocking at your door startled you. Having no idea who would be outside your room at this hour you pressed the bottom to find out.

"Tech?" Surprised to find him standing outside your room of all places. It wasn't unusual for him to frequent the cockpit at night, but here?

That was a first.

Again you addressed him. "What are doing here?"

Already aware of his eyes on you the minute the sheet of metal was gone between you two. It wasn't the first time his gaze had followed you around. This evening especially.

Somewhere deep inside you, you had hoped there was a certain reason behind it, an explanation for why they would linger. However you wouldn't get your hopes up. Not today. Not again.

"I do not mean to disturb you, but may I come in?" He requested. "It is most urgent".

Whatever it was seemed important. Taking this dress off would have to wait. "Yes of course".

You ushered him in, moving yourself out of the way to allow him room to enter. Then shut the door behind him. You'd be lying if a small part of you didn't hope that Tech's sudden visit would be to tell you that he cared for you.

Tucked away deep inside, you too had harbored romantic feelings for him. From the first mission you were assigned to clone force 99, you felt pulled to him. Something about his aura and person drew you in. From that point on every opportunity you got to spend alone with him was invigorating.

Right now in this moment, the two of you alone in your room, was no exception. The way he was looking at you, staring at you, the way his gaze glided across your skin. Maker. It was anything but rational.

To be honest you liked it. Anytime a more impulsive Tech made an appearance, even for the briefest of moments, it excited you. Made your insides tingle.

As luck would have it , a more impulsive Tech was here. And he was ready to play. If given the opportunity. But first he needed to lay everything out in the open. Make his true intentions known, and await for your answer.

But yet again that dress stopped him in his tracks. The power it had over him and his...urges. Desires. Even without it you were a stunning individual. Mind, body and soul. But in it...may the force help him. You were a goddess, and he was bewitched entirely.

Taking a deep breath Tech began, "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable (Y/N). That is never my intention".

You nodded, "I know and you never do, Tech".

Air filled his lungs as he felt his own body heating up from just being in the same room as you, in that dress.

His desires were curling and twisting into every crevice of his body. Such unusual emotions for him to even entertain. Nonetheless have. He wanted to kiss you. Touch you. Show to you all that he'd learned. Give you a passionate escape. All of it. He wanted all of it.

But most of all.

He wanted you.

Maker he wanted you so badly. It was like he was being burned alive from the inside out every second that passed without telling you. He had never experienced such a desperate, demanding feeling before. Some how it did not feel foreign, strangely enough.

In fact he found it to be rather enjoyable. The way you made him feel.

It was now or never.

"I must confess to you that I have come here with an ulterior motive. That is I do not wish to alarm you.."

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he moved, step by step closer to you. Closing the distance between your bodies inch by inch. You stood your ground. Not afraid of what was happening.

Until your bare back was pressed up against the edge of your desk. His frame hovering over you, you were starting to realize the gravity of the situation.

"There is an undeniably strong romantic attraction that I feel for you (Y/N)".

His voice was barley a whisper. But it held power. And it had you. Goosebumps spread across your skin, lips parted, your breath caught in your throat. You opened your mouth to speak, but found only silence greeted you.

"It has been excruciatingly difficult to keep my distance from you for the sake of our missions for the Galactic Army of the Republic and your responsibilities as a Senator. However after this very evening....". He stared deep into your eyes. "Seeing you in this breathtaking ensemble, I could deny my feelings towards you no longer".

You remind in shock. You had hoped, even if it was fleeting, but you never had thought he actually would care for you. And so strongly.

He took another breath. "Nor can I deny that I want you (Y/N). In ways that I know I should not want you for it is against everything that I was programmed to be and my duties as a solider". He exclaimed. "As well as your duties as a Senator. I do not mean to overstep my boundaries". Seeing as you had not yet responded, he back pedaled slightly.

"I know this must be overwhelming, the amount of data I have unexpectedly sprung on you at this late hour, but I—I do not mean to unease you nor did I intend to upset you. I do not mean to pressure you into accepting my advances, if they are not reciprocated or if in fact they are unwarranted".

The air surrounding you both was becoming alive. Pulsating. Electrically charged by his forward advances.

You swallowed. "My only intention at this very moment is to disclose to you how you make me feel. Anything beyond that—it is your decision if you wish for me to continue. If you do not I will respect your answer and will simply return our relationship to what it was before this...conversation".

Again your repeated silence concerned him. Had he crossed a line that he could never mend? Had his speech patterns and wording been all wrong?

He wondered, maybe he should have kept this sort of inconvenience to himself, if this was your desired reaction.

"It would seem that I have made things uncomfortable for you. Very well, I will leave you". He started to back away from your close proximity. "I am truly sorry to have incon—"

"Don't go". Before he could move any further from you, you reached out to grip his hand. Stopping him in place. "Please". You spoke.

You couldn't deny that his words had caught you off guard, but oh how they affected you. Your body felt like it was prickling with heat, the skin beneath your, suddenly all too revealing, dress in particular.

Nothing physically had happened, and yet you sensed your body being awakened by his advances. A large degree of it caused by his carefully crafted words. It was undeniable now.

He wanted you.

He really wanted you.

To be with you. To kiss you. To hold you. To...touch you in those ways. It didn't scare you. No. In fact, in some strange way you felt braver. Under his gaze you didn't back away. Instead you embraced it.

You cared for Tech deeply, as deeply as you were now sure he cared for you. There was no reason to be afraid. Not with Tech. No reason to shy away from him now.

Tech would never intentionally hurt you. He had made that clear in the ways he would protect you. Not just on missions you accompanied them, but in his words, in the way he spoke to and about you.

Thus you trusted him fully. Beyond a shred of any doubt.

Tech returned to his previous position, his chest plate nearly touching your tantalizingly exposed skin.

"Are you certain?" He questioned you, so sure you'd come to your senses at once and immediately reject him. You however did not. Instead to his surprise you nodded. Yes you were sure, you wanted this, wanted him.

Maybe it was rash to jump straight into this, but maker the sensations pooling in your lower stomach spoke otherwise. You were now eager for him to reach out and touch you. The anticipation for him to do so building with each passing minute.

"Yes, Tech". You confidently stated. "I want this". He took one last step towards you. "I want you". This time your voice was barely above a whisper. To anyone it sounded like you were scared. To Tech, however it was an open and vulnerable invitation.

The peaks of your breast brushed up against his chest. By the maker. He welded his eyes to not glance down.

He scanned your features for any signs that you had changed your mind. That you no longer wished to engage in such fantasies, but he found none. Nothing that would signal to him a change in your choice, now made.

Unequivocally as he was that he wanted you, you in return had expressed that you wanted him, in that way. Meaning that he could ravish you in the ways both you and he wanted.

You saw the flicker of something hungry flash behind his goggles, making you sit up straighter and grip the edge of the desk firmer.

Wasting not a moment more, Tech latched his hands onto each side of your waist with vigor and hauled you up onto the surface of your desk. Even more heated desires began to seep its way into your skin, pooling especially between your legs.

Maker you wanted more of this feeling, this sensation. You met his burning gaze, and he was absolutely going indulge you, both of you. It would be his greatest pleasure to do so.

Opening your mouth to speak, you found yourself being cut off by the warmth of Tech's lips crashing upon yours.

Upon instinct you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping at the small tuffs of hair that resided just under his goggles strap.

Heavens, he tasted so sweet. Like freshly squeezed nectar. And cinnamon. You could detect hints of it throughout and was it delicious. But there was also a bitterness flavor. Perhaps the remnants from his coffee consumption. Though you paid it no mind. As delicious as you found him, he equally found kissing you intoxicating.

It was so invigorating with the force that he kissed you. How his lips molded with yours. Like they somehow fit together.

And the way you tasted. He alone was captivated by your flavor. How his neurons lite up like the thousands of lights on Coruscant, stimulated beyond comparison.

Tech trailed one hand down side of your leg and under the dress that sent him into a frenzy. Reaching his intended target, he hooked his gloveless finger around the edge of your panties.

Oh stars above.

But that was not where he intended to stop. Oh no. He had other plans in mind at current. Catching on to his true task your eyes widened before your mouth pulled from his, head immediately falling back.

A cry fell from your lips as two of his fingers attacked your clit. Twirling and twisting around at your entrance, teasing your folds with every touch. Every flicker they inflicted upon your very soul, emitted such sounds from you.

You gasped out his name, your body writhing and shaking the instant he dipped his fingers inside of you. Oh by the force. The way he worked you as soon as he made contact with your walls, touching and feeling every surface he could glide them across. Naturally you bucked against them.

"Tech.." you moaned.

He smirked at the response he alone could elicit from you. "You look absolutely enticing right now, my dear". He purred, joining another finger in his pursuit.

You bit down on your lip, shivers running down your back while your entire body was burning, a raging inferno quickly consuming you, caused by his own hands.

True to his words he knew exactly how to delight you. Take you to new highs and make all coherent thoughts vanish, sending vibration after vibration reverberating throughout your being.

You were positively certain he could bring you to your knees with a simple touch. At this very moment you felt it.

"Oh gods..". You tried to bring a hand up to muffle your cries, but Tech reached for it instead, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid not my dear". He whispered in your ear. "I want to hear you cry out my name. And my name alone". His low, but deep toned demand made a wave of pleasure wash over your trembling body.

You continued to ride his fingers as they took you higher and higher to places you had not thought possible. Euphoric sensations building within you, exploding into every nerve with each pass of his fingers.

He watched as his sudden movements shook your legs, your body trembling simply from his slender fingers alone. If this messily action alone could stir such a reaction from you...stars above what would other ones elicit from you?

He wanted to test out that hypothesis. Exponentially so.

For now, he could sense your sweet release was near its end. Your walls swelling and convulsing around his slender digits, the tremors he felt. It was building.

Wanting to help you along, he quickened his motions and maker the noises it pulled from you. He could feel his own member pulsing, clearly being affected by them too.

Pleasure and ecstasy twisted low in your stomach, reaching its boiling point. Tech doing all he could to push you over the edge with each strike. Fingers still deep inside forced a high pitch moan to escape your lungs.

"That's it". He cooed.

Like a tidal wave, your release hit. Pleasure swarming every inch of you. Stars closing in on your vision while he took one last swipe of your insides, hot and sweet liquid coating his fingers.

Not being able to hold yourself up, you collapsed into him. Your head coming to rest in the crock of his neck. Small tremors of pleasure rocketed inside you still. Your legs feeling the full extent of what had just happened. Your mind slowly catching up to what had just occurred between you and the team's technology support member.

And he was not yet finished with you. You became aware of it when he hiked up your dress to around your waist, exposing your throbbing core for his eyes alone to see. A light shade of pink painted your cheeks. As you were witnessed to what he was doing next, however, they deepened to a shade of red. You swallowed the nerves building inside as you stared at him.

"I-I—maker Tech that..". You needed a moment to catch your breath, your body still feeling the effects of being pushed over the edge.

He nodded in agreement. "I-I concur". You breathed. "Your...exquisite". He placed a piece of your hair behind your ear, while admiring how beautifully a mess you looked from his delightful actions.

"Thank you". You replied with a chuckle, bracing against his body. You could feel his hands grip your hips with a purpose. You knew what was coming next. What he wanted to explore in.

"You wish to continue?"

Tech sighed, a bit abrasive. "You are correct. This evening has become a desirable one that I do not wish to leave without fully satisfying you-"

A light laugh left your mouth. "Tech, you have more then satisfied me tonight". You took in another inhale followed by an exhale.

"But I'll be honest, I won't say no to another...theory that you want to test out". You bit down on your bottom lip. Tech watched this and acted.

Once again you found his lips on yours. You smiled against his mouth as his fumbled with his tool belt. You knew what was coming. It was the next inevitable step, after what just transpired between you two, you were certainly ready for it.

Lining himself up, he slid in slowly, inch by inch. From the sheer size of him you parted your lips, gasping into Tech's mouth. The feel of his member inside you, filling you up made your vision grow fuzzy. Your body was already on the brink of exhaustion from his earlier escapades.

Now however, your body was coming alive, even more so then before. The exploration this time around by him was extraordinarily.

"Your perfection (Y/N)" He gasped into your ear as he glided back inside you. It was strange to blush at such a thing, when considering he was deep inside you at this very moment.

You quaked with every thrust he pushed into you, sending ripples of shook waves throughout your body. You didn't know how long you would last with his powerful movements. And this wasn't even him going all the way.

He was restless in his pursuit to take you. To have you crying out his name and his name alone. The allure of your delectable noises made him quake as he pumped deeper and deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot by how wild the sounds you were making.

Your moans of pure bliss and pleasure were beginning to tip him past his own point of release.

To Tech, he loved how vocal you were to his advances. It was a sound that was like music to his ears. And re-enforced that his research had greatly been worthwhile. For both of you.

The friction between your legs from his insatiable hunger lite your body aflame. Heated the blood in your veins. As it did to him. You craved to have your release. Just as he did mere minutes ago.

"I want to claim you as mine". He panted in your ear. "If you will allow me.."

It was a request. One that you always had a choice when it came to Tech. He never forced anything upon you. Even things you secretly wanted.

And this...you wanted, it was no secret, at least not anymore. You could feel yourself slipping more and more, giving into his ferocious control, losing yourself in him, and you liked it.

"Yes". You panted. "Yes Tech. Make me yours".

That was all the confirmation he needed. Your second release of the night nearing and his own bubbling to the surface, he pounded into you, keeping a steady rhythm.

Your walls convulsed against his member, making his own muscles quake with each thrust he pushed into you. The bucking of your hips into him sent the both of you into a frenzy.

In which caused his motions to pick up in pace. Waves of euphoric bliss and ecstasy washed over your being, making you savor each touch of him, every thrust he gifted you with.

"Oh god...". You braced your back, arching it against the wall. "Tech...please". You begged him.

He licked his lips. "Your appearance is truly ravishing at this moment".

"Ahh.."

"You taste divine". The deep low rumble in which he spoke made your body tremble.

Cracks in the facade were starting to become more frequent and you could feel yourself losing control. Inch by inch, the glass was becoming more and more unstable. And with one last powerful thrust everything shattered.

A second tidal wave of hot molten liquid poured out of you. Your legs shook at how powerful this release had been. Stars scattered across your visions as your body collapsed once again into Tech's.

Within seconds of yours, you felt Tech's coat the inside of your walls. Something about being his entirety gave you butterflies. Beats of sweat trailing down both of your foreheads as you, again, rested your head in the crock of his neck.

Like you, Tech was left panting. His own release overwhelming his senses. Not that he gave it much attention. He had been stimulated to such a desirable evening that would no doubt occupy every facet of his brilliant mind for the next several rotations.

Perhaps even longer, given how much he thought about you when nothing of the physical nature had occurred.

Now that it had, it suddenly dawned on him that he would not be able to go a substantial amount of time without...taking you in similar ways that he had tonight.

You took up residency in his mind before this delightful entanglement, but now he hypothesized that you and your scent would linger on him. Haunt his entire being.

Tech was not an obsessive individual, or so he had previously concluded. Now...now he couldn't draw that same conclusion. Especially with you in his embrace, clinging to him, your body molded to his.

"I've come to the conclusion that I will not be to stay away from you...from this..for a substantial amount of time". Tech informed you, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade.

You shook your head, fully understanding his words. "Then don't". You breathed.

You met his eyes. "I-I told you Tech, I wanted this. Wanted you. And I meant it".

Reaching forward, holding your gaze and tilting your chin up, he smiled. "Then I am to assume I am allowed to seek you out, so long as both of us are not otherwise engaged?"

"Yes". You answered without hesitation, smiling. "Yes you are".

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myoongiverse16 · 1 year

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Can I get a kiss?

Summary: You and Hunter frequently kiss in secret. But, one day Omega walks in on you two. You and Hunter have to explain and it leads to an explanation of your love for Hunter and, how you love Omega.

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff, some angst

Warnings: Kissing, it’s a tear-jerker, Omega being literally the cutest 🥹

After long missions, it became a routine for you and Hunter to give each other a knowing look. That look only meant one thing. One question.

Kisses?

That’s all it took. You and Hunter would find each other, go to a secluded space in the ship and kiss.

Just feeling his lips on yours calmed your whole body. And for Hunter, just having you close and your scent enveloping his senses soothed his form.

The two of you looked forward to the end of missions, just so you could have an excuse to be close to one another.

Usually, you weren’t interrupted. I mean, there were one or two times when one of the batcher’s would walk in on you two, well making out, and then having to awkwardly exit.

Those were embarrassing and uncomfortable situations. But luckily it didn’t happen too often.

However, what you both were not ready for, was Omega to walk in on you two.

It was just like any regular, “secret one-on-one” in the cockpit of the Marauder.

Hunter whispered your name as he held you close. You breathed heavily as Hunter pushed you against the wall.

He grabbed your waist and trailed kisses down your neck. You moaned and grabbed Hunter’s hair roughly. Hunter leaned back and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He smiled, you grinned and giggled.

“You sure know how to drive a girl crazy,” you said as you wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck. He chuckled.

“It’s kind of my speciality,” he winked. “But, only for you mesh’la, only for you.”

“Glad to hear that,” you smirked then leaned in.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, someone was curious as to where you were. And that someone decided to find out.

“Hey, Echo? Do you know where Hunter is? I haven’t seen him since we finished our mission,” Omega asked. Echo choked on his caf. He cleared his throat.

“Well, you, uh see,” Echo bit his lip. “He’s probably just, uh, you know discussing the next mission. Yeah, that's all.” He finished with a nervous smile. Omega arched a brow.

“Okay?” Omega was skeptical, but decided to let it go and figure out for herself where Hunter was, because she knew you’d probably be with him.

If you two were discussing a new mission, she’d want to know what it was and how she could help!

The first place she thought to look was the cockpit. She waltzed on up to it and the door slid open. She gasped. You and Hunter froze. Hunter cringed and turned around, you peered over him and both of your eyes widened.

Well, this was bound to happen. Omega tilted her head confused.

“What were you guys doing?” You both smiled nervously.

Both of you simultaneously stuttered a couple “oh, nothing” and “we weren’t doing anything” as Hunter backed away from you. You looked anywhere but at Omega and Hunter awkwardly rubbed a hand behind his neck. Omega was even more confused.

“Huh? But you were clearly doing something. That didn’t look like you ‘discussing’ our next mission,” Omega said with hand quotations. She crossed her arms in front of her. You facepalmed.

We’re screwed. Hunter looked at you, silently asking you, “What do we do?” You huffed and nodded your head.

“Well, you see, Omega,” you paused and motioned Omega to come forward. Omega obliged and sat in the pilot’s chair.

“Me and Hunter. We-we, love each other.” You smiled at Hunter and held his arm. Hunter grinned back and held your hand. Omega’s eyes widened a little, but she smiled after. You continued.

“And well, when people love each other,” you bit your lip. “I don’t know how to put this,” you chuckled. Hunter rubbed your back to comfort you.

“They kiss. There I said it.” Omega’s face was confused but she nodded along, starting to understand.

“Okay,” she pondered. “But, you say you love all of us, how come you don’t kiss the other guys.” Your eyes widened and you breathed a laugh. Hunter chuckled.

“Well, Omega. That’s a different type of love.” Omega gasped.

“Really? There’s different kinds of love?” You and Hunter nodded your heads.

“Yeah, we have a romantic type of love.” Hunter wrapped an arm around your waist. You looked at him then nodded at Omega.

“That’s right. The love I have for the other guy’s is different.” Omega was still confused.

“Different, how?”

“Well, I love the other guys; Wrecker, Tech, Echo and Crosshair, in more of a brotherly type of way. I see them more as family.” Omega nodded along, then her face lit up in understanding.

“Oooh, that makes sense!” You and Hunter smiled at her. Omega giggled. Then, her eyes furrowed.

“Well, then. What about me? You say you love me all the time. Is it in a sisterly way?” Omega asked, pointing to herself.

You gave her a warm smile then kneeled down by the chair she was sitting at. You placed your hands on Omega’s arms gently. Omega looked down at you curiously.

“Omega, even the way I love you is different too.” You smiled.

“Really?” Omega asked, eager to know. You nodded your head.

“Yes,” You glanced at Hunter. He nodded his head. You looked back at Omega.

“The way I love you,” You paused and smiled. “…is more like a daughter.”

Omega gasped and beamed. She jumped off of the chair and into your arms. You were shocked but quickly wrapped your arms around Omega. Omega leaned back and looked at you, tears brimming her eyes.

“And the way I love you, is like a Mom.” You gasped and smiled as tears fell down your face. Hunter smiled warmly and kneeled beside the two of you. Omega grinned and pulled Hunter in for a group hug.

“And I love you like a Dad, Hunter.” Omega beamed. Hunter chuckled and ruffled her hair. Omega giggled and you laughed as she sniffed.

Omega stood up and held her hands out for Hunter and Y/N. You both looked at each other and smiled. You both took her hands and stood up.

“I just have one question,” Omega asked cheekily. Hunter raised a brow.

“Can I get a kiss?” You laughed out loud.

“What?” Hunter chuckled. Omega only shrugged.

“If you love me, you give me kisses right?” You giggled and shook your head. Omega slumped.

“Wha-what? I thought you said that’s how it works!” You stopped laughing and frowned.

“Omega, it’s different,” You gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Me and Hunter, we love each other romantically. Only people who love each other like that kiss.” Omega nodded her head.

“Okay,” her eyebrows furrowed. “But, I saw you kiss the other guys.” Hunter’s eyes widened. You immediately shook your head.

“Again, that’s different. I didn’t kiss them on the lips.” Hunter’s face changed to understanding.

“Huh?” Omega was still confused.

“Okay, I kiss Hunter on the lips, because that’s what you do when you love someone romantically. I’ll kiss the other guys’ foreheads or cheeks, as more of a familial type of way. You understand?” Omega grinned and nodded her head.

“Yeah! It all makes sense!” You and Hunter smiled.

“So, you know why we kiss now, right?” Hunter asked with a raised brow. Omega nodded her head vigorously.

“Yep, it’s because you love each other, romantically,” Omega wriggled her eyebrows playfully. You and Hunter laughed. Omega smiled sadly.

“Does that still mean I don’t get a kiss?” Omega pouted. You smiled.

“Well, I don’t see why not.” Omega’s face lightened up. You and Hunter laughed again. You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Omega’s forehead. Omega beamed. She turned to Hunter and smiled cheekily. He chuckled.

“Oh, alright.” Hunter leaned forward and placed a kiss on Omega’s forehead as well. Omega was practically grinning from ear to ear.

“Thanks you guys!” Omega skipped out of the cockpit giddily. Hunter chuckled and turned to you.

“Well, that was eventful, wasn’t it?” You sighed.

“Yep, who knew parenting would be so hard.” Hunter breathed a laugh then pulled you close. He enveloped you in a warm hug. You stayed like that for a few seconds. Relishing in each other's warmth.

“You know, seeing Omega so happy,” You leaned back. “It just makes my whole world. She’s a really good kid.” You smiled, thinking about her.

Hunter held your cheek. He hummed.

“Seeing you and her together,” he paused. “That makes my whole world.” You beamed. Hunter leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. One filled with passion, love and happiness.

You smiled but heard giggling. You pulled away and raised a brow. Hunter’s face turned confused, then his nose scrunched up.

“Omega!” He shouted, then Omega screamed and ran away. Hunter playfully growled and chased her. You watched fondly, chuckling to yourself.

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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

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

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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masterjedilenawrites · 3 months

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I'm just going to make it a tradition to write about tender loving spicy Crosshair on my birthday each year 😊

Crosshair x fem!reader | 500 words

Content: just a short drabble where Crosshair acts suggestively while you make a cake

You slowly twisted the cake stand in front of you, careful to keep your other hand steady as the knife glided along the frosting. What had started out as a simple birthday cake had now turned into an ostentatious mess... multiple layers askew, clashing colors of frosting, sprinkles galore... You were having a blast.

Now you were focused on the finishing touches. With your frosting designs all set, you then reached over for the box of candles. No sooner had you placed the first on top, however, did two mischevious hands start to snake around your middle.

"Cross," you warned as he pressed himself up against your back and held you close. You weren't sure what kind of mood he was in, but you highly doubted it was a helpful one.

"Looking good," Crosshair mumbled before wiggling his nose into your neck.

You couldn't help but squeeze your shoulders in response to the feathery tingles it sent across your skin. You paused to refocus yourself and then placed the next candle into the cake.

"It'll taste better than it looks."

"I sure hope so," he hummed, bringing his mouth up to the shell of your ear. You felt yourself immediately flush from head to toe.

"You weren't talking about the cake were you," you forced out a laugh and continued to place more candles. Gods, there sure were a lot this year.

Crosshair unburied himself from your neck and rested his head gently against the side of yours. "Oh, yeah, that looks good too."

You only had one candle left. You held it up toward him. "Care to do the honors?"

He plucked it out of your fingers and gently stuck it right in the center. And then swiped at some frosting as he withdrew his hand. You didn't have time to react, though, as he deposited some of it onto your nose before licking the rest away.

"Cross!" you finally gasped. You turned in his hold to find an amused glint in his eyes. His whole face seemed so light and carefree. You loved to see this side of him. Even if it was at the expense of your cake.

He leaned in to kiss the frosting off your nose, causing you to giggle and scrunch up your face in protest. His lips then found yours and you allowed yourself to taste the sweetness on them for a slow, blissful moment.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart," he pulled away with a smile. But the fondness in it quickly shifted back into mischief. "Can't wait to eat."

You wanted to roll your eyes but found you couldn't. Even after being spoiled for most of the day already, you were eager to continue being dotted on. It was your birthday after all. You were allowed to be a little greedy.

"Not until I open my presents first," you flashed a playful smile of your own, accentuating your meaning by rubbing your hands along his chest.

Crosshair crouched just enough to get his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up onto his waist. "We have a lot to do then. Let's not waste any time, birthday girl."

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heyclickadee · 4 months

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For the expression challenge I'd love to see Crosshair in 1 or Omega in 6!

Hi! And okay! Ssooooooo Crosshair in 1:

Not gonna lie, for some reason the angle on this one kind of kicked my butt, and I think the anatomy is still off, but it was fun. Crosshair’s all craggy and angled and made of a lot of interesting shapes, which honestly kind of makes him fun to draw.

Aaand then since I did one that was Omega in 6, here’s Omega in 8:

She’ll be fine. It’s just the Mantell Mix cart. It’s fine.

#the bad batch #omega bad batch #thanks for the ask!#trying to catch up on these #I actually got done with the crosshair one and started posting it #and then was all ‘oh no his tattoo!’#because I’d completely forgotten about it #even though I had about #what #five different screen shots of crosshair open at the time #expression challenge

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freesia-writes · 1 month

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Bad Batch Prompt Event #1

Much love to @arctrooper69 for making this official, and I can't wait to see what anyone else has written for these prompts! I'm gonna post the SFW part one here and NSFW part two over on @spicy-clones.

Hunter x F!Reader WORD COUNT 3000 my bad! Content: some basic medical descriptions, reader gets her butt smacked at 79s, and a wee bit o kissin. GONNA USE MY SEXY DIVIDERS WITH @pinkiemme's art since it's HUNTER! :D

“Seriously?” you sighed. “This again?”

“This is completely different than last time,” came the smooth reply, earning both a snort and an eyeroll from you.

“It’s almost exactly the same.”

“Different arm.”

“Oh my gosh.” Your almost-laugh was overshadowed by concern and frustration as you made quick work of the injury and carefully wrapped the gauze around his bicep, trying not to pay too close attention to the gentle curves of the muscles and tendons, the light dusting of hair, the scars and bruises… You cleared your throat, shaking your head minutely and looking back up to his face. That wasn’t any better. His sharp eyes gazed steadily at you, framed by his distinctive nose and the strands of hair that brushed the sides of his face.

“Well thanks as always,” he said quietly, the hint of a rare smile touching the corner of his lips, which were almost always curved in the ghost of a frown from the burdens he carried. You tried to ignore the flutter in your chest, instead nodding and picking up your datapad abruptly to see what else was on the agenda for the Kamino medical bay that day. You looked back to him, offering a small smile and an honest exhortation.

“Take care of yourself, Hunter.”

* * *

You were surprised to see him only a week later, stepping into line behind you in the mess hall with the rest of his squad. They were normally a boisterous bunch, but there seemed to be a heaviness upon them as they moved rather listlessly. Perhaps a mission gone awry, perhaps the regular wear and tear of being mere property in a seemingly endless war. You caught Hunter’s eye as he moved to the front of his group, setting his tray on the shelf beside yours as you slid down the food line.

“You alright?” you asked softly, startling yourself with the gentleness and vulnerability in your own voice and cringing at the fact that you didn’t even lead with a “hello”.

“Yeah,” he said automatically, his flat affect provoking more anxiety than you’d like. You left it at that, unable to stifle the simultaneous warmth and concern emanating from you. You didn’t know what it was about his mere presence, but he exuded both competence and compassion, intelligence and wit, and you perceived the weight of responsibility that hung over his head, both a gift and a curse of his engineered fate.

You’d come to enjoy his med bay visits more and more, although it was never the ideal circumstances to meet. The elaborate fantasies you concocted as you drifted off to sleep were far more appealing, consisting of stargazing cuddles, fancy galas, coffee shop chats, and many other situations you’d want to share with him. As corny as it seemed, more than all of it, you simply wanted to know him, to know the inner workings of his mind, his joys and worries, the things that made him laugh, the way he liked his caf… It wasn’t the first time in your life that you’d harbored a crush for someone who was as unattainable as they were oblivious of your affections, so you settled to daydream and enjoy the times you did get to share.

It helped that your occupation allowed you some quiet moments and gentle touches here and there. Although, perhaps “helped” was the wrong word.

* * *

“We need you in room 6 immediately,” crackled the voice on your commlink, and you set aside the instruments you’d been cleaning and adjusting, heading that way with urgency. When the door slid open, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body at the sight of a hulking clone on the exam table, covered in dried blood and haphazardly-wrapped bandages. You knew who it was without seeing his face, which was almost entirely obscured, and before your emotions could catch up, you snapped into work mode.

“What are we dealing with?” you asked the others, who were moving in smooth synchronization to free his head and scan him head to toe.

“CT-9903. Explosion and shrapnel, blunt force trauma, multiple lacerations…” your assistant reported, eyes flitting across the scanner screen.

“That’s gonna leave a mark,” your other colleague said, stuffing the wads of bandages into the garbage and pulling on a fresh set of gloves.

“Let’s get to work,” you muttered.

A few hours later, he was cleaned up and sleeping comfortably, one eye closed serenely beneath a spiral of neatly-wrapped gauze that covered the rest of his head. You slipped into the room and tapped the screens, confirming the notes your assistant had entered, then rested a hand on his broad forearm, watching his chest rise and fall and sending out all the comforting and healing vibes you could muster.

“He seems alright,” came a smooth, low voice from behind you, making you jump and emit the tiniest squawk. You whirled around to see Hunter in a chair in the corner, reclining with his legs crossed out in front of him. He’d phrased it as a statement but the inflection of his voice indicated a question, and you exhaled in an attempt to regain your composure.

“First of all, hi. Next time, can you greet me when I come into the room instead of scaring the crap out of me?” you said, accompanied with a little laugh that sounded forced.

“We’ll see,” he returned evenly, keeping his face straight despite your smirk.

“That’s an order, Sergeant,” you attempted, delighting in the slight spark in his eyes as he raised his eyebrows.

“Oh really,” he said, lowering his chin just enough to bring some hair across his forehead as he regarded you with a stare that you could have sworn held a hint of smolder. But perhaps you were seeing what you wanted to see. Your fingers twitched at your sides, yearning to stroke the tufts back from his face… and other stuff…

“Yeah, anyway…” you said suddenly, clearing your throat and turning businesslike all of a sudden. “He should be fine. We’ll run some more tests when he wakes up to check on his hearing. The lacerations should heal easily, and he was lucky enough to avoid any serious contusions, somehow. I don’t know what you all were doing out there but this guy needs a thicker helmet.”

“I’ll make sure to request that from the armory.”

“I’m sure they’ll be wildly helpful and accommodating.”

“Always.”

A silence fell for a moment, then he rose to his feet, stretching to his full height and picking up his backpack. He slung it across his shoulders, along with the concerns and duties that awaited him, and gave you a cordial nod.

“Thanks for taking care of him,” he said with genuine sincerity, regarding you with fondness as he stepped closer. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt frozen to the spot, mind racing with a million scenarios you’d envisioned that started out just like this.

“Just doing my job… sir,” you said feebly, swallowing hard as he moved the tiniest bit nearer. You gazed at his eyes, brown at first glance but peppered with pale green and gray upon closer inspection. You could swear you felt the sparks flying between the two of you… until he spoke, shifting slightly to your side.

“Gotta… head out…” he muttered, and you suddenly realized he had actually been trying to get past you. Flushed with hot embarrassment, you moved aside in a flash, turning away to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep too much last night,” you explained quickly, trying not to stutter. “The old brain isn’t working quite so well today.”

“I’m glad you performed cranial surgery on Wrecker, then,” Hunter observed, and you buried your face in a hand.

“I mean, it wasn’t really surgery, but good point,” you laughed, thoroughly mortified now.

You didn’t see the pursed lips hiding his smile as he turned and disappeared out the door.

* * *

You were deeply saddened at first when you were transferred from the Kamino medical bay to the general medical center on Coruscant. But, as your fellow clone-obsessed friend reminded you, you would be able to go with her to 79s on your nights off, where you could enjoy the company of the types of men you’d come to prefer. It had been a hellish week, with too many patients and too few staff members, and you had worked yourself to the bone. It was as good a time as any to blow off some steam, so it took only a little urging from your friend for you to change into some going out clothes, fix up your hair a bit, and hit the town with her.

Typically one for softness and gentleness, you felt an edge to yourself that night. Perhaps it was the build up of all of the frustrating situations at work, but whatever the cause, you didn’t feel like putting up with any kind of BS. So when the first trooper you walked past tried to smack your butt, you turned on him with the raging fury of a thousand suns and gave him a piece of your mind. Your friend stared at you, dumbfounded, and you heard some chuckles and comments from the crowd. Turning away before you melted into an apology, you stalked off to the corner booth you had left your stuff in.

“That was brutal,” a smoky voice said, and you were floored at the sight of Hunter sliding into the booth next to you. Your friend winked at you from where she stood at the bar, still flirting with a couple of troopers. You stared at him, speechless, and he held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll clear out if you’re going to chew me out like that guy. Just wanted to say hi. Haven’t seen you in the med bay in a while.“

“No, stay!“ You said, more eagerness in your voice than you would like to admit. “They transferred me here…”

“And you just had to get your clone fix?”

You blushed, palming your face before taking a long swig of your drink. It was a stiff one, and a fitting way to end your week.

“Just kidding,” he continued, “We both know you just miss yelling at people.”

“Oh, I’m such a yeller,” you rolled your eyes. You had never been anything but gentle and kind with him and the other patients. And he knew it.

Before long, you both found yourselves lost in conversation, and it felt as though your dreams were coming true. Details of his life and thoughts were flowing freely, well, as freely as possible considering the covert nature of most of his experiences, and the two of you settled into a comfortable rhythm as you nursed your drinks and regarded one another. You shared about your training days, mishaps and mayhem, and your goals for the future. He was happy to listen, answering questions but also content to simply sit. You didn’t want to admit just how much you were thrilled by the entire situation.

“Refills?” You asked, gesturing to the empty glasses on the table. He nodded, but then followed you out of the booth. As the two of you leaned against the bar, waiting to be acknowledged, you tilted your head at him, feeling slightly emboldened for a moment, but it quickly melted when his eyes met yours.

“Yes?” He asked, a smirk on his own face.

“Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he teased. “Looks like you’ve got something you want to say.”

“Maybe there’s lots I want to say,” you clapped back, putting your hand on your hip. “But I don’t think I’m going to.” You gave him a sassy smile in an attempt to hide the complete and total whirlwind of thoughts raging for consideration within you.

He took a step closer, coming into your personal space, and his hand that rested on the bar counter was dangerously close to your waist. You could almost feel his touch, without any contact being made at all. His eyes were dark beneath his brows, his sharp profile illuminated by the colorful lights all around, and your heart skipped a beat.

“You sure?” he purred, a smug look on his face as though he knew the effect he had on you. “Nothing at all?”

“You’re the worst,” you stammered, dropping your chin and fixing your stair on the ground beside you.

“Yeah,” he conceded with a snort. “Well, you still like me.”

Your head flew up faster than a ship jumping into hyperspace, and you stared at him in utter shock as your stomach plunged. Your mouth fell open a little bit as you frantically searched for words, coming up with none and snapping it shut again. He shifted the tiniest fraction closer, looming over you now in a way that would be intimidating if your veins weren’t coursing with adrenaline and the sheer desire to grab his shirt and show him all that you couldn’t say.

“Thought so,” he said with a satisfied rumble of laughter that made your knees weak.

“I don’t… I mean, I couldn’t…” You fumbled hopelessly, turning away a tiny bit as you grappled for any kind of response.

“Hey lady,” a clone voice said from behind you. “ This guy bothering you?” You turned around to see a trooper with his head closely shaved except for some intricate designs along the sides. He was standing tall, an inch or two over Hunter, and had a warm intensity to his gaze that showed genuine concern more than creepiness or bravado.

You looked back to Hunter, who was still leaning on the bar, relaxed and unbothered. He lifted his eyebrows at you, uncharacteristically playful, and said, “Well?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” you said to the blue-armored clone, who gave you a polite nod before leaving with one last suspicious glare at Hunter.

“So… you were saying?” Hunter poked, tilting his head at you and fanning the flame. Was he flirting? For real? Or just trying to make you flustered, for his own fun and entertainment?

“Now you’re just being cruel,” you whined, and he laughed, an authentic, deep sound that made you swoon.

“I would never.”

“Hunter, we’ve got to go,” a pert voice broke through your fantasy, and you turned to see a bespectacled man with a serious face standing beside Hunter, who looked at you with an unreadable expression as your heart sank and disappointment lay heavy over the two of you.

“Well. Hope I see you again,” he admitted, a wistful tone to his voice as he brushed his fingers across the back of your hand, sending a jolt of electricity through you, and dipped his head in goodbye before disappearing out the front door.

You went home to your “personal massager” that night.

* * *

You were finishing the patient notes for the day as you bent over your screen at work, tapping away with diligence as you looked forward to freedom for the evening. It had been nearly a week since you’d seen Hunter at 79s, and you’d been kicking yourself for not speaking up more, or flirting more, or making a move, or something. You doubted your paths would cross again, as your friend shared that she’d only seen Clone Force 99 at the bar once before, and she was quite the regular. Bringing your thoughts back to the present, you groaned inwardly as your comm pinged with an incoming message, and you considered not looking at it to avoid any calls to stay late. But curiosity got the better of you, and you took a look at the screen.

//18:42//-ENCRYPTED- {Chewed out any regs lately?}

Your mouth fell open, brow furrowed, as you studied the message. It wasn’t an internal memo, nor was it from any sort of source you’d seen before. It couldn't be… Could it? You smirked, curious to try something that might seem inconspicuous if it were, in fact, an error, but might be playful if it were him.

//18:43// - {Unfamiliar source number, identification needed.}

The response seemed to take ages.

//18:47//-ENCRYPTED- {Identification can be provided in the maintenance alleyway of the med center.}

You were embarrassed how quickly you got there.

The door swung open into a long, narrow gap between the large hospital buildings, filled with random parts and trash chutes, and your heart leapt in your chest when you saw his gray and red armor.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, positively thrilled and unable to hide it.

“I… Well… I don’t know,” Hunter admitted with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since we had to leave… So I thought it might need some medical attention.”

Now it was your turn to laugh, the sheer delight of it all cascading over you. “Oh, and a crusty alleyway seems like a very sterile environment.” He grinned, shaking his head, and you caught a glimpse of his own vulnerability, realizing that he, too, was fairly out of sorts when it came to smooth talk and flirtation. Somehow, that made you feel better, and all the regrets and “what ifs” of the last number of days began a relentless protest in your mind. “Well, let’s see what I can do,” you murmured, stepping closer to where he leaned against the wall. His eyebrows climbed up his head, giving away his utter surprise, and the sight gave you tingles.

“I… ah…” he began, but you leaned into him a little, fueled by months of daydreams and a lifetime of self-loathing for all the opportunities you were too cowardly to take hold of. Plus, his sheepishness and his admission were all you’d needed to hear, and there was an undeniable affection in his eyes that melted you to the core.

“Let’s see if we can help you out a bit?” you offered, simultaneously cringing and delighting at the complete and total ridiculousness of it all. But then he tilted his head and lifted a single, curled finger to your chin, tipping it up toward his face and sealing your fate as hopelessly enthralled. His dark eyes glittered with warmth and trepidation, and the next thing you knew, your lips were pressed against his, eyes closed, arms around his neck.

It was so soft, so absolutely mind-blowingly perfect; your entire body was electrified as his own arms wrapped around you. You felt him exhale, his nose against your cheek, and you were overwhelmed with joy at his closeness, his vulnerability, his all-consuming presence that filled your senses. His body formed around yours, his mouth still gently nestled against your own, and you melted a little further into him, wishing that it would never end.

When you finally did separate with a soft smack of the lips, you left your faces close, your eyes darting to his, which remained closed for an extra second before slowly opening with a relaxed warmth that had you feeling weak all over again. You couldn’t resist leaning your forehead against his own, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek for a moment before begrudgingly pulling back a bit.

“Thank you,” you whispered lamely, and he exhaled through his nose.

“Thank you,” he echoed, sheepish and disarmed.

“Please contact me anytime you need any sort of medical attention,” you continued, wrinkling your nose at just how terrible it all sounded, but he snickered, slowly releasing you with a nod.

“My job is quite harmful.”

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