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So I’m suing for emotional damage and will like for the author to pay for my therapy because this shit broke my heart 😩😩😩😩 it’s so good that it’s a tear jerker.

I just had the most wonderful, terrible idea and I'm gonna share it with all of you. Please be nice, I wrote it on my phone in 30 minutes.

Pairing: Tech x Female Jedi reader (possibly)

Warnings: BYOT (bring your own tissues)

It's been a month since Order 66 went out, and Hunter stares, in dread, at the list sitting innocently on Echo's datapad.

For his part, Echo looks like he's dreading this just as much as Hunter is.

“Did you check-?”

“No. I couldn't.” Echo admits, “Maybe Tech doesn't know about the list yet?”

“He needs to know.” Hunter says after a moment of long thought. “Come on.”

He leads Echo into the next room, where Tech is working on something, and Wrecker is chatting with Omega.

Wrecker notices him first, “Hunter? What's wrong?”

All eyes turn to him, and he exhales heavily, “Tech,” he pauses, before deciding To just rip the bandage off, “The Empire released a list of all Jedi killed in the Purge.”

Tech drops what he's working on and jumps to his feet. He snatches the datapad from Hunter's hand silently and starts a search.

And then he stops.

His hands tremble slightly, and his lips press into a thin line.

Hunter doesn't even have to look at the datapad to know what Tech found. He found her name.

“I…have some work I need to complete-” Tech's voice has a barely noticeable tremor to it.

“Tech-”

“Hunter. Please.”

Hunter pauses, “Yeah. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Tech nods once and then spins out of the room.

He's vaguely aware of Omega asking what's going on and wanting to know where Tech is going, but for the first time, Hunter ignores her.

Instead, he focuses his hearing on Tech. There's a clatter as Tech falls into a chair and the sound of a comm coming to life.

And then he hears her voice, as clearly as if she was in the next room. “Hey Tech!” Her voice was bright and warm, a warmth that three years of war couldn't diminish, “I know, I know. I shouldn't comm you when I'm out, but I just got a call from my Master and he thinks the war is going to be over soon!”

Hunter closes his eyes as a pang of grief washes over him. If only.

“So, listen. I was thinking, after the war, we should take a vacation. Just you and me. We can go somewhere warm and sunny,” she laughs, high and clear, “Or cold and dreary. I'm not picky. Think about it, please? It'll be fun.”

There's a faint clatter, as if someone was trying to get her attention.

“Ah, I have to go. Anyway, let me know what you think. I love you, Tech. Bye!”

The recording stops, and then there's a sound of rewinding.

“-let me know what you think. I love you, Tech. Bye!”

And one more time.

“I love you, Tech.”

Not for the first time, Hunter regrets his superior seuses. He doesn't want to hear Tech's grief.

And, in the next room, tears fall onto a frozen holo of a jedi with a bright smile on her face. Her last words to Tech repeating over and over and over-

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I'd like to think that Ahsoka and Anakin would occasionally train with their troopers. Probably not, but the thought is nice 😔

Aslo: I kind of like the idea of some clones (hardcase in this case) being a bit more chubby :3

Bonus of headcanon body tattoos for Jesse, Hardcase and Kix 😊

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I think EVERYONE needs it.

YALL I HAVE A STORY IDEA- FOR SOMEONE TO DO!

After Order 66 happened The Bad Batch, Captain Rex, and what ever clone survived afterwards and deserted to be with Rex they’re on the same ship. They’re trying to figure out their next plan on where to go to escape the empire.

NOW FOLLOW ME ON THIS OKAY?

What ended up happening to Obi Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka when they appeared on a planet with no idea on how they got there- SAME PLOT BUT-

When the clones end up on a planet they get off the ship, confused and Tech is even MORE confused because his data pad is running on high speeds but no idea where this planet is. Their ship is out of gas though- so they decide to explore to see what they can find. THEN, The Reader comes running saying “RUN!” Then a big animal pops out trying to attack them. The reader sees them in distress and is annoyed- reader goes back to help. Then reader is like “Who the hell are you?” Or something like that. They ask the same question and then the Reader leads them to a small village of like (20 people max) and they never heard of The force, Jedi, Sith, Empire, Republic. Their planet will never be found, EVER. BUT- Reader has HIGH midichlorian levels.

I need this as a book. I need a Y/N! IM BEGGING SOMEONE

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Dollhouse

POLY Bad Batch x Reg's Barrack Bunny

Poly Bad Batch x Clone Trooper's 501st x AFAB!Reader

Main plot: In the story, a woman conceals her troubled past through excessive drinking and partying. One evening, her friends introduce her to clones they met at 79s, sparking a strong desire for them all. She becomes involved with these clones, acting as a "barrack's bunny" for them. The narrative is filled with steamy angst and intense jealousy.

18+ MDNI | P in V, Degrading, alcohol, praising, orgy, fivesome, lesbian shit, bisexual shit, mentions of cum, basically think of anything downright filthy. Echo is 501st before TBB- this shit isn't canon- clearly

Reblogging, Likes, comments, and following isn’t a necessity but it’s welcomed 🫶🏻

A/N: It's very self indulging- I ain't even gonna front about it. I'm not going to use (Y/N) often but when I do- it's only during sex scenes. I hope yall enjoy. 1st pov because I really hate 3rd pov and I'm super lazy about it-. THIS IS PART ONE, BECAUSE IN TOTAL IT'S LIKE 17 GUYS LIKE GIVE ME A BREAK ! LMFAO

Word count: 8.0K

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Chapter 1 : Birthday Girl

The neon lights of Clone Bar 79's flickered invitingly as five women stepped out of their transport cab, each dressed to their own style which one would say was…slutty and ready for a night of excitement. Their laughter and chatter filled the air as they approached the entrance, drawing curious glances from both clone troopers and civilian men alike.

"I can't believe we're finally doing this," replied Emily, adjusting her dress and sending a flirtatious wink towards a group of clone troopers who were discreetly checking them out.

Aria, with her arm linked through Mia's, laughed. "Well, it's about time we let loose. And who knows, maybe we'll find some handsome clones to bring back to (Y/N)'s place for her birthday."

"I wouldn't mind catching one of them for myself tonight," chimed in Lily, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "Tonight is all about having fun and making (Y/N)'s birthday one to remember."

The women exchanged excited glances, their excitement couldn't be contained. Lisa, a petite redhead, couldn't help but giggle. "Just imagine all the handsome clones we'll meet tonight," she said with a playful wink. As they entered the bar, the pulsating music and lively atmosphere enveloped them, adding to their excitement. The women found a table and settled in, ordering drinks and continuing their animated conversation.

"I've heard the clones from 79's are something else," said Aria, her eyes scanning the bar for potential candidates. "I wouldn't mind getting to know a few of them better either though." a brunette with piercing blue eyes, laughed and nudged Lisa gently. "Always thinking about the clones, aren't you? But I have to admit, they do look pretty intriguing."

"I hope we get to dance tonight," said Mia, a vivacious redhead with a flair for the dramatic. "I've been practicing my moves all week."

"We'll definitely hit the dance floor," Emily assured her, raising her glass for a toast. "To a night of fun, laughter, and maybe a little romance."

The women clinked their glasses together, their smiles wide and their spirits high. As they sipped their drinks and chatted happily, they couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes of the clone troopers and civilian men around them.

"It looks like we've caught the attention of some admirers," Emily observed with a smirk, nodding towards a group of clones who were clearly checking them out.

Rachel laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, who can blame them? We're a group of gorgeous women out for a good time."

"First round's on me!" declared Mia, waving over the bartender and ordering a round of shots for the group.

As they were buzzing with energy, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. The neon lights reflected off the polished surfaces, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that added to the vibrant atmosphere.

As the girls gathered around a high-top table, drinks in hand, they couldn't help but sneak glances at the clone troopers stationed around the bar. Each one seemed to possess a unique allure, their sharp features and confident demeanor catching the women's attention.

"Alright, ladies, let's pick our targets," Lily said with a mischievous grin, her eyes darting from one clone to another.

Emily giggled, leaning in closer to the group. "I'm eyeing that one by the corner. He's got this mysterious vibe that I find irresistible."

Aria laughed, nodding in agreement. "Oh, I see him. He does look intriguing. But what about the one near the dance floor? He's got some serious moves."

Lisa sipped her drink thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on a particularly handsome clone. "I think I've found my candidate. Look at him, standing there all confident."

Mia, scanning the bar with a playful glint in her eyes, suddenly asked, "So, who's keeping (Y/N) occupied tonight?"

The question elicited wicked grins from the group.

"Oh, don't worry about her," Lily replied with a devilish tone. "We've got her covered back at the apartment. She's probably already three shots in and laughing her head off."

Emily chuckled, "Yeah, we've got her playing some drinking games. She won't know what hit her by the time we bring our 'prizes' back."

The women laughed, clinking their glasses together in a toast to (Y/N)'s unsuspecting birthday celebration.

As the girls continued to chat and sip their drinks, Emily suddenly nudged Mia, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oh, don't look now, but a new group just walked in, and they're HOT."

Curiosity piqued, the girls turned their attention towards the entrance. Two distinct groups of clone troopers had just entered the bar. One group was clad in striking blue and white armor, while the other donned black and red. The contrast between the two groups was captivating, each exuding its own unique charm.

Aria couldn't contain her excitement, her eyes widening as she surveyed the newcomers. "Oh my stars, they're like something out of a holovid! I think I'm gonna faint!"

Lisa let out an exaggerated gasp, fanning herself theatrically. "Oh my! I think I need a moment," she exclaimed before dramatically, yet playfully, fainting onto Lily's shoulder.

Aria laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I guess we've found our new targets. Blue and white or black and red, ladies?"

Lily, still holding up Sarah who was now feigning distress, managed to point towards the group in black and red. "I'm leaning towards the black and red. They look like they know how to have a good time."

Mia grinned, nodding in agreement. "Black and red it is then. But let's not forget about the blue and white. We wouldn't want them to feel left out."

Emily giggled, "Why not both? Tonight's all about celebrating, right? Double the fun!" They all erupted into drunken giggles.

As the excitement bubbled among the girls, Emily regained her composure, straightening up with a playful smirk. "Okay, ladies, let's not lose our heads here. We need a plan of attack. Who's gonna make the first move?"

Mia, brimming with confidence and a hint of mischief, raised her hand eagerly. "I'll go for it! Blue and white are all mine."

Aria, always up for some fun, chimed in, "Count me in too! Let's show them what they're missing."

Lily, giggling and swaying slightly, winked at Lisa. "Lisa, you're with me. Black and red, here we come!"

Lisa, trying to suppress her laughter, nodded enthusiastically. "I'm in. Let's make this night unforgettable."

With their plan set, Mia and Aria confidently approached the group in blue and white, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they engaged the troopers in conversation. The atmosphere was lively and chaotic, with Mia and Aria showcasing their hot yet cute drunk energy, making the troopers' heads turn with their playful banter.

Meanwhile, Lily and Lisa, with Emily for support, strutted over to the group in black and red. Their approach was equally bold and flirtatious, the trio exchanging cheeky remarks and playful teases with the troopers. The energy was electric, the bar buzzing with laughter and excitement as the girls worked their charm.

Back at their table, Emily watched the scene unfold, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, looks like our plan is in motion. This is going to be one epic night."

[ There is a bit of Lesbian/Bisexual behavior after this line. Soooo Yeah- ]

Sitting in my lavish apartment surrounded by my closest girlfriends, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement and laughter. The room was filled with the soft glow of ambient lighting, setting a cozy and intimate mood. Platters of decadent desserts and fresh fruits adorned the coffee table, complemented by an array of drinks held by attentive droids.

The music playing in the background added to the lively ambiance, filling the air with sultry beats that matched our playful and flirtatious mood.

"Alright, ladies, who's up for a game of truth or dare?" Hera suggested, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she poured another round of drinks.

Niko laughed, leaning forward with her signature sly grin. "Oh, I'm in! This could get interesting."

Jade giggled, her cheeks flushed from the drinks. "I can't remember the last time we played this. Let's do it!"

Mala, picking up a juicy strawberry from the fruit platter, winked at me. "Prepare yourselves, ladies. This is going to be spicy."

As the game started, the questions and dares became increasingly flirty and daring. The room was filled with playful teasing and cheeky challenges, each one designed to push boundaries and reveal hidden secrets.

"Niko, truth or dare?" I asked, my voice dripping with flirtation.

Niko smirked, her eyes locked onto mine. "Dare."

I grinned, leaning in closer. "I dare you to give the person on your left a lap dance."

As Niko stood up from her seat, a mischievous glint in her eyes, the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. With a playful smirk, she sauntered over to Jade, who was lounging on the couch with a teasing grin, her legs spread open ever so slightly.

"I'm ready for my lap dance," Jade declared with a playful tone, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The room erupted into laughter and encouraging cheers, the atmosphere heating up with excitement. Niko, embracing the moment, took on a dramatic and seductive stance, her movements fluid and tantalizing as she began to give Jade the lap dance of a lifetime.

As I watched the scene unfold before me, a flush of heat spread through my body, and I couldn't help but fan myself dramatically. "Whew, is it hot in here or is it just me?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with excitement.

The energy in the room was electric, the air thick with anticipation and desire. Conversations flowed effortlessly, punctuated by playful laughter and teasing remarks. The music provided the perfect backdrop, its sultry beats heightening the already steamy atmosphere.

"Wow, Niko's really putting on a show," Hera remarked, her eyes glued to the captivating scene unfolding in front of us.

Mala nodded in agreement, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I can't tell if I want to be Jade or if I want to be Niko!"

As Niko continued to dance with confidence and allure, the room buzzed with admiration and excitement. Each sensual movement sent pulses of excitement through the air, making it impossible to look away.

As the song came to an end, Niko settled back beside Jade, both of them laughing at the playful antics that had just unfolded. Before Niko could settle down, Jade seized the opportunity to playfully smack her and grab a good grip of Niko's ass that was somewhat visible due to her dress riding upwards. The room erupted into laughter, the playful and flirtatious was undeniable. The room was alive with energy, the atmosphere practically crackling with excitement.

"Hera, truth or dare?" Niko's voice cut through the laughter, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Hera grinned, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Dare, of course, Mama didn't raise a wimp."

The room erupted into giggles and cheers as Niko revealed the daring challenge. "I dare you to let lick whipping cream off of (Y/N) waist to her neck and take a shot without using your hands once you reach her lips."

My heart raced with anticipation as I watched Hera's expression shift from excitement to determination showing a smirk.

With a playful wink, I began to pull my dress off of my body, revealing the delicate lace of the matching black set. The room buzzed with excitement as the droids swiftly cleared the coffee table, making way for the impending dare.

"Look at (Y/N) being the little slut she is!" Jade called out playfully, eyeing me up and down.

"Alright, let's make some space," I declared, gesturing to the droids to clear the coffee table of the remaining plates and drinks.

As the droids efficiently removed the platters, creating a clear space for the dare, the room was filled with playful banter and excited chatter. Hera approached, a dollop of whipping cream in her hand, a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. The air was thick with tension and hot.

I laid onto the coffee table letting the cold surface touch my hot skin causing me to shiver and let out a small breath. Mala made her way towards me placing a small shot glass in my mouth with liquor filled to the top.

With deliberate movements, Hera began to trail the whipping cream from my waist to my neck neatly, her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body as her slender fingers grazed my waist to my hip. The room seemed to fade away as her tongue followed the path of the cream, inching closer and closer to mine. The other girls watched intensively and were speaking encouraging things at the site.

As she reached my lips, I couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation. With a final flourish, Hera took the shot, her lips meeting mine in a moment of pure exhilaration.

The room erupted into cheers and applause, the atmosphere electric with excitement and desire. Laughter filled the air as we all basked in the thrill of the moment.

As I sat up halfway, cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and exhilaration, Hera leaned in, our foreheads touching as we shared a flirtatious smile. The tension between us was high, each of us caught up in the heat of the moment.

But before anything further could transpire, the door whooshed open with a dramatic flourish, revealing the other girls, accompanied by a group of stunned Clone Troopers. The sight that greeted them was one of playful intimacy, with Hera and me in a compromising position amidst the remnants of our daring dare.

Emily, clearly tipsy and grinning from ear to ear, was the first to break the silence. "Seems like you girls kept (Y/N) busy," she declared loudly, her voice filled with playful teasing.

The room was filled with a mixture of laughter, gasps, and stunned expressions as the Clone Troopers took in the scene before them. Some looked utterly stunned, their faces flushed with a mixture of surprise and admiration, while others couldn't help but let out appreciative whistles and cheers.

Aria, elbowing one of the blushing Clone Troopers playfully, chimed in with a wink, "Looks like you boys missed out on all the fun."

Mia, still giggling from the excitement of the night, added, "Well, it wouldn't be a proper birthday celebration without a little scandal, right?"

The atmosphere in the room was still buzzing with excitement and playfulness as Hera helped me to my feet, handing over my dress with a gentle smile. My cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment, but I quickly pulled my dress back on, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

As I adjusted my dress, the droids approached the Clone Troopers, offering them drinks from a tray. The troopers looked both stunned and intrigued, their eyes darting around the room as they took in the playful scene unfolding before them, they weren't exactly used to being in high end places.

Niko, her voice dripping with flirtatious curiosity, broke the silence. "So who are your little friends you brought to us?" She scanned the troopers one by one, her eyes lingering on each with a mix of interest and appreciation.

Lisa, clearly tipsy and holding onto one of the troopers for support, chimed in enthusiastically before being pulled away by Lily. "This is the 501st troopers, and that's the 99 troopers."

Lily, ever the responsible one, quickly intervened, pulling Lisa away with a playful smile. "Come on, Lisa, let's give the boys some space," she said, shooting a wink at the troopers.

Mala, with a playful smirk, added, "Looks like you boys decided to crash our party. Care to join the fun?"

The room was filled with laughter and playful banter as the Clone Troopers exchanged glances, some looking eager to join the festivities while others seemed a bit overwhelmed by the bold and flirtatious atmosphere.

Emily, still grinning from the night's adventures, nudged one of the troopers playfully. "Don't be shy, boys. We don't bite…unless you're into that sort of thing," she teased, her voice dripping with playful mischief.

The guy in the white and blue armor with a blonde buzz cut stepped forward, casting a glance at his men before addressing us. "We can stay as long as we aren't a burden," he said, his voice firm yet polite.

The guy in the black and red armor, with a skull tattoo on his face, nodded in agreement. "It's not often we get invited, so why not," he added, his tone slightly more relaxed.

The girls erupted into giggles at the troopers' responses, their laughter filling the room with a contagious energy. Mala, ever the curious one, spoke up with a playful grin. "So what are your guys' names so we aren't calling you all troopers all night?"

As the troopers introduced themselves, I stood a distance away from the group, keeping my gaze fixed on them as I sipped my drink. Despite the playful banter and laughter, there was still a hint of redness to my cheeks, a lingering reminder of the intimate moment shared earlier. I nibbled on my bottom lip listening to all of their names. 501st being Captain Rex, Sergeant Appo, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Ridge, Denal, Hardcase, Kix, Tup, Dogma, Mixer, and Captain Vaughn. Then you had Bad Batch Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker. One would say they all looked the same- but to me they all had their own unique differences that really made them stand out. Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts by Hera who placed a hand on my shoulder gently.

Hera, ever the charismatic one, spoke up with a playful grin, "This is our birthday girl, the main woman this evening, (Y/N)."

I couldn't help but smile, my cheeks warming at the attention. The room seemed to buzz with excitement as all eyes turned towards me, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.

As I settled into the center of the plush couch, the girls egged on Captain Rex and Hunter, encouraging them to sit on either side of me. With a mix of curiosity and excitement, the two men took their places beside me, filling up the space with their strong and confident presence.

The girls, seated on the outskirts of the couch, exchanged excited glances, their eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. The room was alive with energy, the air thick with flirtatious tension and playful banter.

"So, Captain Rex, Hunter, it's not every day we get to celebrate with actual troopers," Niko began, her voice dripping with curiosity and intrigue. "What's life like in the 501st and the 99th?"

Captain Rex, with a hint of a smile, leaned in closer, his eyes holding pride. "It's a life of duty and honor, but tonight, it seems like we've found ourselves in a different kind of duty," he replied, his voice steady and confident.

Hunter, with a playful smirk, added, "It's not every day we get to let loose and enjoy the company of such beautiful women. Tonight's a welcome change."

Mala, always one to push the envelope, spoke up with a sly smirk, "Would you boys say you…'get around'?" She took a leisurely sip of her cocktail, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Fives from the 501st group, meeting Mala's challenge with confidence and flirtation, leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over the group of women before locking onto mine. "Let's just say we know how to appreciate the finer things in life," he replied, his voice dripping with playful insinuation.

I shook my head at Mala's bold comment, trying to suppress a giggle as I crossed one leg over the other, the atmosphere in the room growing steamier with each passing moment. The music in the background added to the tension, its sultry beat filling the air with an unmistakable sexual energy.

Hera, never one to back down from a challenge, leaned in closer to Captain Rex, her voice low and seductive. "So, Captain, what's the most daring thing you've ever done off-duty?"

Captain Rex, his eyes twinkling with mischief, replied, "Well, tonight might just top the list," his voice filled with honesty and curiosity.

Crosshair, not one to be outdone, leaned forward a bit in his seat as he chewed on his toothpick with a playful smirk. "And what about you ladies? Do you…'get around'?" he teased, his eyes locking onto Hera's with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.

Emily laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she answered for Hera. "Well, we do know how to have a good time."

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As the night progressed, the atmosphere in the room grew more lively and uninhibited. The music pulsated through the air, its sensual beat encouraging everyone to let loose and enjoy the moment. Drinks flowed freely, adding to the playful and flirtatious energy that filled the room.

Aria, feeling the adventurous spirit of the evening, suggested a game of truth or dare, eliciting excited cheers and giggles from the group. Mia, always eager to get things started, volunteered to kick off the game.

"Echo, truth or dare?" Mia asked, her voice tinged with mischief.

Echo, perhaps sensing the playful tension in the room, opted for truth. This choice was met with a chorus of playful boos and laughter from the group.

Mia grinned, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Alright, Echo, when was the last time you kriffed someone?" she asked, her voice dripping with comedic yet sexual energy.

The room erupted into laughter and gasps, the question pushing the boundaries of the already flirty and uninhibited atmosphere. As everyone awaited Echo's response, I found myself sitting beside Captain Rex and Crosshair, my heart racing with anticipation.

I nibbled on the bottom of my lip gently, locking eyes with Echo across the room. The playful tension between us was palpable, the electricity of the moment sending shivers down my spine.

Echo, maintaining eye contact with me, took a moment to respond, his voice steady despite the provocative nature of the question. "It's been a while," he admitted, his tone filled with a mix of honesty and intrigue.

Mia, her eyes dancing with curiosity, raised an eyebrow at Echo's response. "Is it by choice or…?" she trailed off, her smile teasing and playful.

Before Echo could respond, I found myself speaking up, a smirk playing on my lips as I lifted my drink to my lips. "Leave the poor man alone," I interjected, my voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "They work so hard out on the field; they don't have time for it."

As I spoke, I could feel the men's eyes on me, their gazes filled with a mix of drunken admiration and seductive intrigue. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, the playful banter and flirtatious energy heightening the excitement of the evening.

Echo, clearly caught off guard by my comment, took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "It's not just about time," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability and a hint of flirtation. "Sometimes, it's about finding the right connection."

Mia nodded slowly, her eyes still filled with playful curiosity. "Your turn," she declared, handing the spotlight back to Echo.

Suddenly, Echo's demeanor shifted, his confidence growing as he locked eyes with me. "Truth or Dare, Birthday Girl?" he asked, his voice smooth and dripping with seductive charm.

Feeling a surge of excitement, I looked up at him, licking my lips as I contemplated my options. "Hmmm," I mused aloud, my eyes twinkling with mischief. I glanced around the room, my gaze landing on Tech, the quietest of the group.

"Tech, should I choose Truth or Dare?" I asked, my voice teasing and flirtatious.

Tech, pushing up his goggles with a hint of intrigue in his eyes, responded bluntly, "I would suggest a truth."

A mischievous smile spread across my face as I turned my attention back to Echo. "Hit me with your best shot," I challenged, my heart racing with anticipation.

As Echo pondered his next move, Fives, Kix, Jesse, Hardcase, and Tup surrounded him, their voices hushed as they whispered suggestions for a truth. The room was filled with excited murmurs and playful banter as they plotted and planned, adding to the electric and flirtatious atmosphere of the evening.

I sat back, my eyes locked on Echo, feeling a mix of excitement, curiosity, and anticipation for what was to come. The playful tension between us continued to build, each moment filled with flirty exchanges, shared glances, and the promise of new and exciting adventures on this unforgettable birthday celebration.

As the group huddled around Echo, whispering and plotting, the rest of us couldn't help but lean in, trying to catch snippets of their secretive conversation. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each of us eager to see what dare Echo would choose for me.

As they settled back into their seats, Echo's smirk was unmistakable, his eyes locking onto mine with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "What is your biggest fantasy?" he asked, his voice low and filled with intrigue.

I tilted my head to the side, feigning deep thought as I savored the tension in the room. "Mmm," I began, letting the suspense build for a moment. "My biggest fantasy would be to be shared and completely used for someone's pleasure."

The room fell silent, the air growing thick with a mix of shock, excitement, and undeniable sexual tension. The men shifted uncomfortably in their seats, some turning red in the face and ears as they processed my bold confession.

The Bad Batch, however, seemed unfazed by my revelation, their smirks widening as they eyed me up and down, their gaze filled with a mix of admiration and intrigue. The playful banter and flirtatious exchanges continued, the atmosphere electric with excitement and anticipation.

The girls, unable to contain their giggles, exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with mischief. It was clear that the attention was squarely on me, the center of this unforgettable birthday celebration.

With a newfound confidence and a touch of drunken seductiveness, I declared, "My turn," my eyes locked on Echo for a moment before shifting my gaze to Wrecker, who had been nothing but a sweetheart throughout the evening. "Truth or Dare, Wrecker?"

Wrecker, always up for a challenge, chose Dare, his eyes curious and eager.

Smirking, I dared him, "Touch what you find the most attractive part of a woman's body."

A deep blush spread across Wrecker's cheeks as he rose from his seat, making his way over to me. I straightened up in my seat, meeting his gaze with a mix of seductive allure and innocent curiosity.

With gentle hesitation, Wrecker's large, calloused thumb brushed against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. He then gracefully dropped to one knee, his gaze lingering on my exposed thighs as he hesitantly reached out to touch them, the fabric of my dress having ridden up slightly.

"Soft," he murmured, his voice husky with surprise and appreciation.

The room was thick with tension, every eye in the room fixed intently on Wrecker and me. Whispers and murmurs filled the air as the group watched the daring exchange unfold, the atmosphere electric with anticipation and excitement.

As Wrecker returned to his seat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, the room erupted into wishful whispers and clearing throats. Something that none of the men nor did I realize was the other girls slipping out of the room without a trace- their evil plan.

Wrecker, still wearing a satisfied smile from his daring dare, turned his attention to Kix, who had been openly admiring me throughout the evening. "Truth or Dare, Kix?" Wrecker asked, his voice carrying a playful undertone.

Without taking his eyes off me, Kix replied, "Truth," his voice steady but filled with curiosity.

Wrecker, ever the straightforward one, posed his question to Kix, "Do you prefer a woman with or without experience?"

Kix continued to gaze at me, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and intrigue. "Well, Mesh'la, do you have experience or not?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Leaning back into the couch, I met Kix's intense gaze, my voice soft and slightly breathless as I responded, "I would say I have partial experience."

A satisfied smirk spread across Kix's face as he replied, "That's my answer then," his eyes never leaving mine.

As I sat there, soaking in the attention, I noticed Captain Rex leaning in a bit, his eyes hungrily tracing my features. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, adding to the exhilarating and slightly intoxicating energy of the evening.

Kix, not missing a beat, turned the game back to me, his voice low and confident. "Truth or Dare?"

My heart raced as I locked eyes with Kix, my voice breathless as I responded, "Dare."

A mischievous grin spread across Kix's face as he laid out his dare, "I dare you to sit on Captain Rex's lap and let him fondle you."

A collective hush fell over the room as all eyes turned to me. The men sat on the edge of their seats, their faces flushed with longing, each of them silently wishing it was them I was about to sit on.

Captain Rex, ever the composed one, seemed unfazed by the dare, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he awaited my response. With a playful yet confident sway to my step, I approached Captain Rex, sliding onto his lap with ease. He wrapped his arms around my curvy waist, his hands exploring with a mix of curiosity and appreciation.

Whispers and murmurs filled the room as the men watched, their eyes filled with a mix of envy, admiration, and desire.

"Looks like Rex is having all the luck tonight," Fives muttered, his eyes never leaving me.

"Who wouldn't want to be in Rex's place right now," Jesse added, his voice filled with longing.

As I settled onto Rex's lap, I felt a rush. As Captain Rex's bare hands trailed along my exposed thighs, a shiver ran down my spine. His touch was gentle yet possessive, sending waves of electricity coursing through my body. I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as his hands moved higher, clawing gently at my skin before reaching my hips, then my waist.

Suddenly, his hands hesitated, hovering just above my bust, as if seeking permission. I could sense the tension in the room, the men's eyes fixated on us, their reactions ranging from licking their lips to blushing with desire or feeling a pang of jealousy. They all wished they were in Captain Rex's place, experiencing the intimate connection we shared.

Throwing my head back onto his shoulder, I let out a breathy sigh of pleasure, encouraging him to continue. His hands found their way to my bust, hesitantly cupping them before feeling emboldened by my response. The touch sent a jolt of desire coursing through me, igniting a fiery passion that burned between us. I suddenly yet accidentally grinded my hips out of pleasure onto Rex earning a small groan into my ear that I could only hear.

The room was filled with heavy tension, the air thick with desire. Every touch, every caress, fueled the intensity of the moment, drawing us closer together in a whirlwind of passion and longing.

As Captain Rex's hands explored my body with a mix of reverence and hunger, I lost myself in the intoxicating sensation, reveling in the pleasure of his touch. Surrounded by the heated gaze of the men, I felt a rush of exhilaration and empowerment, embracing the raw sensuality of the moment.

In that moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming desire that consumed us, letting go of inhibitions and giving in to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between us. It was a night filled with unforgettable experiences, shared passions, and the promise of new adventures yet to come.

The room was thick with tension, each person feeling the palpable energy that surged between Captain Rex and me. As Captain Rex continued to explore my body, eliciting soft sighs and breathy moans from me, Crosshair couldn't help but groan, "What a naughty little minx."

Hunter, with a knowing smirk, added, "She's enjoying it, I can smell it on her." His words only added to the intensity of the moment, heightening the anticipation that filled the room.

Before I could fully grasp what was happening, Tech's voice cut through the haze of desire and pleasure. "Truth or Dare, (Y/N)?"

Caught up in the intoxicating sensation of Rex's touch, I moaned out, "Dare," my voice trembling with anticipation.

Fives, ever the bold one, seized the opportunity, his eyes dark with desire as he dared me, "Strip your dress in front of us."

The room fell silent for a moment, as they waited for what I would do. Whispers and murmurs filled the air as the men exchanged eager glances.

"I'd love to see that," Wrecker muttered, his eyes filled with longing.

"Who wouldn't?" Jesse added, his voice echoing the collective desire that filled the room.

The room was filled with the yearning gaze of the men, each of them eagerly excited for the next move. Their desire was loud, their breaths coming in shallow gasps as they watched with rapt attention.

I felt a rush of exhilaration coursing through me. Surrounded by the heated gaze of the men, I hesitated for a moment, teasing them with what was to come.

But as Captain Rex's hands continued their tantalizing exploration, I knew there was no turning back. With a seductive smile, I began to slowly peel off my dress, each movement calculated to heighten the tension in the room.

As the fabric fell away, leaving me exposed in my matching set to their hungry gazes, I felt a surge of empowerment wash over me. In that moment, I was the center of their desires, the object of their fantasies, and I reveled in the intoxicating sensation of it all.

Suddenly Appo approached from behind the couch. He gently placed a hand on Captain Rex's shoulder, silently signaling for him to stop his intimate exploration.

Appo suddenly touched my hair, I couldn't help but shiver with want, a rush of excitement coursing through me. His gesture was both gentle and loving, hinting at the depth of his desire.

As Appo moved back to the other side of the couch, I found myself standing up, the center of attention in the room. The heavy breathing with tension that filled the air, each of the men entranced by the sight of me.

Some of them were palming their dicks through their blacks, their desire evident in the way they eyed me hungrily. Others seemed entranced, their gaze locked on me with a mix of admiration and longing. And then there were those who couldn't hide their desire to take me, their eyes burning with primal lust.

One of them, unable to contain his desire any longer, spoke up, his voice thick with longing. "I really want to pleasure you," Ridge confessed, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

As the tension in the room reached a fever pitch, I met their gazes with a mix of confidence and desire. "And what makes you think you can handle me?" I teased, my voice dripping with seductive allure.

Vaughn raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with playful challenge. "Mesh'la, you're confident enough that we can't take you on?"

Cross, with his characteristic stern demeanor and a seductive grin, chimed in, his toothpick moving as he spoke. "Trust me, we can take you. The real question is, are you going to be able to handle all of us?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my head thrown back in response. I felt a chest press against my bare back, the warmth and closeness adding to the intensity of the moment. Fives had made his move, his hands exploring with a greedy chuckle, leaving me breathless with desire.

Gazing at them with a mix of excitement and defiance, I retorted, "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

“Maker,” Fives groaned as his lips went to my neck and his fingertips found my nipples that decided to poke against the lacey bra. “She’s such an attention whore, her nipples are just hard wanting attention.” He pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

"We should let her choose who gets to play with her first," Hunter suggested, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

Feeling bold and eager, I moaned out loud, "I want Fives, Echo, Hunter, and Kix first."

Upon hearing my choice, the three men stood up quickly, their movements eager and decisive. Ripping off their codpieces and blacks, they revealed their readiness to indulge in the passion of the moment. Fives let go of my body as he undressed. All of their dicks were ready and almost pulsing with want. It was almost like they really needed this to happen.

Cross, with his characteristic confidence, teased, "Looks like you've got quite the lineup there, Mesh'la."

Vaughn added, his voice dripping with anticipation, "Seems like she knows what she wants."

“Tech you should record this.” Wrecker suggested as Tech nodded, getting ready to record, his goggles were fogging up. With a seductive smile, I replied, "Oh, I definitely know what I want, but don’t worry I’ll make sure I get to ALL of you."

Without warning, Fives pressed his chest against my bare back, his hands wandering eagerly over my body. Echo, consumed by desire, latched his lips onto mine hungrily, igniting a fiery passion between us. Meanwhile, Hunter moved to rip off my panties, his movements swift and decisive. Kix pulled my head to the side, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, momentarily diverting my attention from Echo's fervent embrace.

As the men on the couch groaned with desire, their eyes fixated on the intimate scene unfolding before them, I felt a rush of excitement and exhilaration. Surrounded by the eager embrace of Fives, the passionate kisses of Echo and Kix, and the determined fervor of Hunter, I surrendered myself to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and desire.

"Tell us what you want, Mesh'la," Hunter groaned, his hands exploring my body with eager anticipation. The sensation of their hands on every part of me, except for the one place I yearned for the most, left me feeling bratty and needy.

From the corner, Tech's voice, though the quietest, carried a weight of authority and interest. His voice was raspy and breathless, adding to the intensity of the moment. "Use your words, Mesh'la," he urged, his eyes locked onto the intimate scene before him.

Driven by desire and the need to voice my deepest cravings, I begged, "I want to be kriffed, please," my voice coming off submissive and desperate.

Five’s was biting and sucking on my neck from behind, Hunter was kissing my thighs gently still never touching the area I needed. Echo and Kix were trying to fight for dominance while kissing my lips as I let out a desperate whine that sounded like a moan. “Don’t be so mean, she asked nicely.”

Without warning, Echo made a move to yank me away from the other guys' grasp, taking control of the situation. "You're right, she asked so nicely. I should be the first one to stretch that pretty little hole of hers," he declared, his voice filled with authority and desire.

Meanwhile, Hunter and Fives had their hands on their shafts, squeezing and watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. Their desire was high as they eagerly awaited their turn to join in the action.

As I lay there, my body tingling with excitement and anticipation, I couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration at the thought of what was to come. Surrounded by the hungry gaze of the men, I surrendered myself to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and desire, ready to indulge in the shared passion of the moment.

“I’m going to use this pretty mouth of hers and then next time,” Fives spoke with lust groaning as he kept pumping his shaft eagerly “I’ll make sure that I claim that pussy of hers.”

Echo was so deep into his own world that he didn’t even hear them talking. He was diving straight into my slit, licking a long strip and sucking on the pearl. This caused my body to arch up, shutting my eyes tightly as I moaned, my nipples erect. Hunter grabbed my small hand in his large hand bringing up to grasp his shaft. I gave it a squeeze before stroking it over and over again.

“Maker, she tastes,” Echo’s words were muffled as his lips couldn’t…no…wouldn’t leave my cunt. “amazing.”

Without a warning, Fives pressed his shaft against my lips without a second thought I opened my eyes and mouth taking him happily. My moans were muffled as he thrusted forward shaking. Kix continued to pleasure himself before following Hunter’s actions of grabbing my hand and placing it on his shaft.

Echo stood up quickly and breathing heavily, he slowly eased his shaft into my cunt.

“She’s tighter than I thought, but kriff, it feels so warm and welcoming.” Echo moaned and his chest puffing up and down as he shivered as my cunt squeezed around his shaft. “Relax Mesh’la.”

I relaxed my body as I kept gagging on Fives shaft that was thrusting at a rhythm into my mouth, Echo started to thrust slowly biting his lip. The other men in the room watched, some of them were rubbing their shafts at the sight or had their heads thrown back listening to my muffled gagged moans.

Lying on my back, I felt Echo thrusting into me with intensity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Meanwhile, Kix and Hunter stood by, allowing me to use my hands on their shafts, while Fives continued to thrust into my mouth endlessly. I was lost in the sensation, moaning and shaking uncontrollably. Echo, driven by desire, praised, "You feel so good wrapped around me, Mesh'la."

Kix, his eyes filled with admiration, added, "You have such skilled hands, Mesh'la. Keep going."

Hunter, his voice thick with desire, encouraged, "That's it, Mesh'la. You know just what to do."

Fives, unable to contain his excitement, groaned, "You're so good with your mouth, Mesh'la. Don't stop."

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans of ecstasy, each moment adding to the intoxicating atmosphere of shared pleasure and connection. Surrounded by the eager embrace of the men, I surrendered myself to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and desire, ready to indulge in the shared passion of the moment.

Echo, focused on his thrusts, grunted his approval, "You asked for this, and you're taking all of us so well."

Fives, lost in the intensity of the moment, he was close to cumming in my mouth, his breathing became uneven as he groaned to me “Mesh’la, I’m going to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it, understand me?”

I moaned in response as I clenched my cunt around Echo’s shaft, he moaned and shivered “She really liked that.”

As Fives kept thrusting faster, he released his cum into her mouth and held her head as my nose tickled his pubic hair. Hunter and Kix were also close as they were throwing their heads back being moaning messes. Echo was holding back his release wanting to be the last one yet his thrust was becoming sloppy.

"Holy kriff, that was amazing," Fives exclaimed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pulled out with a pop, drool dripping down my chin.

"Yeah, she really knows how to take it," Hunter agreed, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Kix nodded in agreement, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "I've never felt anything like this before."

Echo, his control slipping, grunted in frustration. "I want to be the last one. I need to be the last one," he insisted, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

"Don't worry, Echo. You'll get your turn," Fives assured him, his voice filled with reassurance.

As Echo pounded into my cunt making my body jolt with each thrust he made, my hands on Hunter and Kix’s shaft intensified.

Hunter and Kix began to start cussing as they bucked their hips and shook as cum came shooting out onto my bust and stomach. Echo was still thrusting, and my moans became louder as he kept hitting deep into me, as if he was poking my womb. My moans turned into screams and pants, as if I was suddenly a holovid star. Each thrust my hips met Echo's as he clawed onto my thighs tightly, throwing his head back.

The other guys who were sitting on the couch urgently waited their turn, on the edge of their seats.

"Keep going, Echo!" Wrecker urged, his voice filled with excitement. "Make her squirt!"

Echo, his own desire driving him on, grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even more relentless.

"Yeah, keep pounding her until she can't take it anymore," Tup added, his voice hoarse with desire.

Jesse was trying to catch his breath as he kept jerking off faster, nodded in agreement. "Don't stop until she's begging for mercy."

As Captain Rex came in front of me with yearning eyes, his thumb gently brushed against my bottom lip, his voice deep and gentle. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum for Echo?" he asked, his tone filled with anticipation.

Frantically, I nodded, stuttering out loud that I would be a good girl.

"You're just going to be our little cum slut, aren't you, kitten?" Crosshair growled, his gaze intense as he approached from the other side.

Trying to look at them both, I found my attention drawn back to Echo, who growled with jealousy. "Keep your eyes on me, Mesh'la," he demanded, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he claimed my attention.

As I watched his shaft disappear into me with each thrust he made, my eyes locking onto Echo’s.

As Crosshair approached me, his eyes burning with desire, he unleashed a barrage of degrading remarks, each one cutting deeper than the last. "You're nothing but a filthy little whore," he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. "You love being used and degraded, don't you?"

Beside him, Captain Rex took a different approach, his praise a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. "You're doing so well, Mesh'la," he murmured, his voice gentle and reassuring. "You're such a good girl, taking all of us so eagerly."

Their conflicting voices waged a battle in my mind as I tried to focus on Echo's thrusts, but the distraction was overwhelming. And then Echo's touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through me, his fingers expertly rubbing my clit with eager anticipation.

Leaning forward, Echo let his forehead rest against mine, his breath hot against my skin as he continued to thrust, each movement causing me to shake and cry out from pleasure.

As Echo listened to Crosshair's aggressive degradation and Rex's breathy praise, his eyes shut tightly, his body shaking. His lips hovered inches from mine, whispering over and over again, "I'm going to cum, Mesh'la."

Crosshair's words grew even more intense, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're just a worthless slut, aren't you? Taking all of us so eagerly, craving our cum."

Contrasting Crosshair's harsh words, Rex's praise was warm and encouraging. "You're doing so well, Mesh'la," he whispered, his mouth brushing against my ear, his voice filled with admiration. "You're so beautiful when you moan, you’re going to be our pretty little toy aren’t you."

Feeling the mounting tension, I wrapped my legs around Echo's waist, pulling him closer as his thrusts became sloppy. With a final, deep thrust, he released himself deep inside of me, his body trembling with the force of his climax.

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YALL I HAVE A STORY IDEA- FOR SOMEONE TO DO!

After Order 66 happened The Bad Batch, Captain Rex, and what ever clone survived afterwards and deserted to be with Rex they’re on the same ship. They’re trying to figure out their next plan on where to go to escape the empire.

NOW FOLLOW ME ON THIS OKAY?

What ended up happening to Obi Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka when they appeared on a planet with no idea on how they got there- SAME PLOT BUT-

When the clones end up on a planet they get off the ship, confused and Tech is even MORE confused because his data pad is running on high speeds but no idea where this planet is. Their ship is out of gas though- so they decide to explore to see what they can find. THEN, The Reader comes running saying “RUN!” Then a big animal pops out trying to attack them. The reader sees them in distress and is annoyed- reader goes back to help. Then reader is like “Who the hell are you?” Or something like that. They ask the same question and then the Reader leads them to a small village of like (20 people max) and they never heard of The force, Jedi, Sith, Empire, Republic. Their planet will never be found, EVER. BUT- Reader has HIGH midichlorian levels.

I need this as a book. I need a Y/N! IM BEGGING SOMEONE

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YALL I HAVE A STORY IDEA- FOR SOMEONE TO DO!

After Order 66 happened The Bad Batch, Captain Rex, and what ever clone survived afterwards and deserted to be with Rex they’re on the same ship. They’re trying to figure out their next plan on where to go to escape the empire.

NOW FOLLOW ME ON THIS OKAY?

What ended up happening to Obi Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka when they appeared on a planet with no idea on how they got there- SAME PLOT BUT-

When the clones end up on a planet they get off the ship, confused and Tech is even MORE confused because his data pad is running on high speeds but no idea where this planet is. Their ship is out of gas though- so they decide to explore to see what they can find. THEN, The Reader comes running saying “RUN!” Then a big animal pops out trying to attack them. The reader sees them in distress and is annoyed- reader goes back to help. Then reader is like “Who the hell are you?” Or something like that. They ask the same question and then the Reader leads them to a small village of like (20 people max) and they never heard of The force, Jedi, Sith, Empire, Republic. Their planet will never be found, EVER. BUT- Reader has HIGH midichlorian levels.

I need this as a book. I need a Y/N! IM BEGGING SOMEONE

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Beg For It

1.6k words. Warnings - NSFW my guys. Heavy heavy petting and voyeurism.

Hunter had a hard time keeping his eyes off of you. Finding you tangled up with Tech was no exception and Tech was not having it.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but man oh man does a simpy Hunter do it for me. I'll die on the hill that Tech is the most confident of his brothers. Enjoyyyy

Being the oldest brother, Hunter learned early in his life that possessiveness was not a trait he could have. What was his was his brothers and he didn’t mind it that way. It was best for the squad and, if he had to be completely honest, seeing his brothers safe and taken care of was worth more than keeping something for himself. It was part of what made him such a good leader.

Hunter put his squad’s safety and happiness before himself.

Then you came along.

When you joined the Bad Batch, Hunter found himself unable to look away, although his helmet hid his gaze. There was something about you—the way you moved, laughed, and fought alongside him and his brothers—that drew him in more than he expected.

The first time he came in contact with you almost got him shot in combat. Blaster fire was coming your way when he tackled you out of the way. Pinned underneath him and heaving so hard your chest pressed into him with each breath, your scent filled his helmet. He shook his head in an ill attempt to clear his senses.

His hand, moving on its own, was headed for the curve of your waist when an explosion rocked the ground. It snapped him back to reality and he heaved the both of you to better cover.

There was a moment when he had to step in to stop you from going after Crosshair. You were so focused on reaching Crosshair that you ended up wrapping yourself around Hunter, your face pressed against his shoulder, one arm draped over him, and a leg trying to find leverage past him.

Hunter seized the opportunity to press closer to you and place his hands on your waist. He resisted the urge to explore further, even though your neck was just inches from his mouth. It took all his willpower not to turn his head and taste your skin.

For Hunter, this was a new sensation—not just smelling your scent but feeling it envelop him. Watching you fight stirred something deep within him. Being this close to you was enough to make him tense with desire. One night, catching you in a vulnerable moment in your cot nearly undid him. It was late on the Marauder, and you thought you were concealed by the dark. But Hunter could hear you, see you, and even smell you. Had his brothers not been around, he might have given in to his impulses right there.

The scent of your pheromones overwhelmed him, intensifying his reaction as your hips moved rhythmically against your hand. From his own cot, Hunter found himself grinding into his bed in sync with your movements, with a deep ache building within him. He clutched at his sheets, grounding himself, nearly tearing them in his effort to stay silent.

When your breath hitched, a new scent filled the air, pushing him to the brink. A shudder ran through him, and he had to fight back a groan as he went over the edge of release.

He often wondered what it might be like to catch you at just the right moment, but a different reality snapped him back before any scenario could play out.

You and Tech had been assigned to prepare the ship for takeoff, while Hunter and Crosshair were off meeting with a Jedi General. Needing to retrieve a datastick with vital intel, Hunter found himself hurrying back to the Marauder. As he reached the bottom of the ship’s steps, your moans reached his ears.

To anyone else, they might have been silent, but to Hunter, they were as clear as if you were standing right beside him. He ascended the steps quietly, taking two at a time, and positioned himself close enough to hear without being seen. The sound of your panting and the rustling of fabric were unmistakable, but there was another layer—an additional presence. His eyes widened as he realized you weren’t alone.

Hunter moved up the steps quietly and peered around the corner, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. At first, he saw movement against the wall, obscured behind a chair. Tech’s back was to him, seemingly engrossed in the ship’s systems. But as Hunter watched for a moment longer, he realized the true nature of Tech's engagement. His hands were busy, indeed, but not with the ship.

Unlike his brother, Tech was territorial and a bit possessive about things he invested in and that kept his attention. He took pride in maintaining control over his interests and was selective about who he allowed access, if he allowed it at all.

One of the things he didn’t intend on sharing was you. You were an unshared discovery he took every opportunity to explore.

The reality of sharing the majority of his life with a squadron of brothers meant he rarely had anything truly his own. Some things he had more ownership of, at least in responsibility alone, as was the case with the Marauder. 

You, however, gave him something entirely his own. The sounds you made, the freckles typically hidden under your clothes, the taste of your tongue - these were experiences reserved for him, moments that he treasured as solely his.

He stood behind you, your hands braced on a control panel, one of his own hands working into your pants while the other snaked around your waist and pulled you tight against him.

“Careful,” He said into your ear. “If your voice becomes too loud, we risk being discovered.”

His voice in your ear had you arching into him. It sent heat through you and made it even more difficult to concentrate on controlling the sounds of your pleasure. 

Tech learned very quickly how and where to touch you. The confidence his ability to draw out such noises brought him far overshadowed any brought on by his ability to decode encryptions.

“You’re…” You struggled to speak through a groan, “Not being fair.” You started bending at the hip to push back into him.

Before you gained the upper hand, Tech pulled you back by your arm and straight into his lap as he sat you both back into a chair. His hand remained in your pants, your wetness spreading further as his fingers worked on you, while his free hand slid into your tunic and over your breast.

“If you’d prefer,” The touch between your legs stilled and he swiveled the two of you in a different direction. He gave your nipple a pinch. “We can return to our assigned tasks.”

You pressed his hand back into you. “You’re cruel.” You purred.

His chuckle reverberated into your torso. “I prefer to think of it as strategic teasing,” he whispered. “Ensuring you’re always wanting more keeps things… interesting, wouldn’t you say?” He continued tracing shapes over your most sensitive parts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Your head was tilted in just a way he could easily kiss the spot just beneath your ear. That always elicited the most delicious response from you. He made to do so when he suddenly caught sight of a tattooed face looking right at you two.

Hunter was watching and, Tech assumed, he’d been doing so from the start.

Tech imagined what Hunter could see. You fully draped back against him, legs spread wide as you straddled his thigh. His hands were still entangled in your clothes, one exposing your breast and the other hooked inside of you. With how worked up you were, a string of your fluids may very well have followed his fingers if he removed them.

Tech and Hunter locked eyes while you remained blissfully unaware. Tech glanced down over your body, confirming exactly what he feared Hunter could see. When he saw Hunter drag his gaze down your body, a muscle feathered in Tech’s jaw.

He was sufficiently annoyed. This sight was meant for him and him alone.

Your head started to face forward, but the hand Tech had in your tunic moved to grip your jaw and pull your face back against him. He was not going to allow Hunter to see the face you were about to make. 

You let out a low moan, Tech’s name humming through it, and he pressed his mouth to your cheek.

He spoke with his lips against your skin, "It seems you're quite eager for release.” You whined in response, affirming what he already knew. Tech was still watching his brother devour the sight of you two. “Well then, if you really want it,” he made sure his voice carried more than loud enough for Hunter to hear, “you’ll need to beg for it. Really beg. Let’s hear how much you want it.”

You conceded immediately and with that Tech gave the bundle of nerves at his fingertips a light pinch. He’d never done so before, but it sent a shock through you so intense you couldn’t hold back a loud moan.

You spasmed into his touch, writhing against him as he slid his tongue to that sensitive spot at your ear. “Good girl.” He said, praising you.

All the while Tech trained his eyes on his brother. Hunter’s nose flared and, for a moment, Tech thought he might reveal himself. Instead, Hunter looked over you once more, eyes soaking in all the bits of you he'd been imagining for months.

Hunter’s eyes, unreadable and wild, snapped back to Tech, who wore a small smug smile, before retreating out of sight. 

Tech was proud of what he’d accomplished and satisfied with the show you’d put on for his brother. If he was correct, Hunter would be keeping a satisfactory distance.

Tech released you, letting you collapse into his arm. As he suspected, when he removed his hand a string of you hung between his fingers. Touching his fingers together, he took note of how much you’d produced this time.

“What a delightful body you have.” Tech said. He would definitely be trying that technique again. "We'll need to replicate this again soon."

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I drew more self indulgent OC stuff, my oc Varel x Crosshair

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Hello friend 👋 wasn’t episode 4 of tbb amazing?? I’m loving this season. Wanted to pop in and request a fic - you know how when you’re walking your dog and everyone has to stop and say hello to the dog bc obvs. Can you do something like that but it’s crosshair walking batcher and reader stops to say how cute but then crosshair gets jealous of batcher getting all the love lol

Dog Days

Crosshair x Reader

Summary- You met Crosshair while he was taking Batcher for a walk. Passing your house quickly became a daily task you all looked forward to. Is it wrong to say you caught feelings for him? And was Crosshair really jealous of the attention you gave Batcher?

A/N- Hey girl! Sorry your request took so long to get around to. I didn't forget you! I want to personally thank you for all your kind words. I always see your liking and commenting on my works! This was such a cute idea!!! Crosshair is definitely the 'dad who didn't want the dog, but now loves it' guy. Thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 1,409

The scurrying of paws on tile caught your attention. You raised from your bent position, having been watering your plants outside your home.

You turned just in time to see a various colored blue animal running your way. The figure and attitude of it reminded you of a dog, but you were sure it wasn't.

The closer it got, you realized it was not slowing down. With a hiked breath, you squinted your eyes and prepared for impact.

"Batcher, stop!" A males voice rang out.

Just as commanded, the animal stopped at your feet. You opened your eyes to see it now sitting, tongue out. You blinked, heart still pounding.

"Sorry." Said the man, which you recognized as Crosshair. Him and the rest of his brothers had come back to Pabu after rescuing Omega.

"No, it's okay. Really, he seems sweet." The animal jumped to its feet as you reached a hand out. Your hand was soon met with slobber, as the animal licked you again.

"She."

"Oh, sorry. She seems sweet." You crouched down to her level, now fully petting her. You gave out a laugh as she now nuzzled into your face.

Crosshair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You took the hint.

"I guess I'll let you two get going. Have a nice day!" You stood, much to Batchers dismay. She already had a liking to you. She reluctantly followed Crosshair when he turned and walked away.

Only a day passed until you saw the two of them again. This time you had been leaving a neighbors house, needing some flour.

You of course, saw Batcher running down first. Crosshair slowly following. She barked at the sight of you, you didn't get scared when she ran at you this time.

"Hey girl!" You called out to her, but what you didn't expect was for her to actually jump on you.

It wasn't painful, but she did manage to knock the small bag of flour out of your hands. She had you playfully pinned under her, licking whatever she could.

The flour was also on top of you, and her, and the surrounding tile.

You gave out a cough, a white puff leaving your lips.

'Batcher, off!" Crosshair was frustrated at the scene. He had watched the whole fall.

Batcher didn't understand and happily ran over to him. You were still on the ground, slightly embarrassed at the turned heads.

A hand reached down to you, you grabbed it. Crosshair easily pulled you up. His strength took you by surprise.

"She hurt you?" He asked.

"I'm okay, I think most of the impact was on my butt." You rubbed at your hip, a dull pain arriving. It was going to bruise.

"How much flour was it?" He didn't seem to really care how you were doing.

"Uh, I think five cups? I was just borrowing it from my friend."

He hummed, Batcher was still at his side. She was awaiting his next command.

"It's fine, really. I know she didn't mean to." There was an awkward air around.

"I'll bring some tomorrow." Was all he said before turning and walking off.

He did bring the flour the next day, a bag double the size of what you had. You gave your neighbor her portion and put the rest in a jar.

You profusely thanked him, but he brushed it off and continued his walk.

To show your gratitude for the extra flour, you baked him a dozen cookies. You wrapped them neatly and carefully waited to see the two of them.

You found ways to busy yourself outside, trying not to make it obvious you were eagerly waiting for Crosshair. Oh, yeah and Batcher.

Upon hearing a bark, you ran inside to grab your fresh cookies. You raced back outside just in time to see Crosshair standing. He had his head turned, looking around. Was he looking for you?

"Crosshair?" His head shot your way.

"I baked you some cookies! As a formal 'thank you.'" He just looked at you, so you raised the cookies to him.

"Thank you." He said, fighting a smile.

"What did you say your name was?" It was your turn to smile at his question.

You promptly told him, trying not to grin too big.

He nodded.

"T-Theres enough cookies for the rest of your brothers, and Omega." You informed him. At his look, you felt your cheeks getting hot. He probably felt weirded out that you knew everyone's name, especially since he just learnt yours.

"Sorry..." You didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you felt guilty for making things awkward once again.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't apologize." His words were cold, but had a sense of affection in them.

At the new silence, you figured it was time to part once again.

"Have a good day, I hope you like the cookies." He actually waved this time, glancing over his shoulder to see you smile and wave back.

With each day that passed, you slowly got closer and closer to Crosshair and Batcher. Passing your house seemed to be on their daily walking routine.

A minute spent passing your house turned into taking a twenty or thirty minute break. You'd hold and play with Batcher while talking with Cross. It ranged from the weather to nightmares. You both found yourselves opening up to each other.

You quickly grew feelings for Crosshair over the weeks passed.

There were times you thought he felt the same, but the second you might have confessed or leaned in for a kiss- he'd change the subject. You just accepted that he didn't like you in the way you liked him. It hurt but you couldn't force feelings onto him.

You had started to notice that when you giddily ran to Batcher or held her tightly, Crosshair curled his lip- or gave out a glare. You picked up that he might be jealous of the attention you were giving her. Though, why would he be jealous if he didn't have any feelings for you?

It came to be a few minutes past two o'clock. Crosshair would be coming down any minute now. Though, your pesky bladder had you quickly running back inside.

When you came out, Crosshair was sat on your front porch. Batcher was at the ready, panting and hyper.

You greeted her first, dropping to your knees. She was more playful today, not leaving you alone.

"Oh, you're such a good girl!" You scratched behind her ears, she closed her eyes and wagged her tail.

You continued to play with her, she was rolling and doing tricks for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crosshair stand. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.

"Such a pretty girl, so cute." You announced praises at her. Though not on purpose, you ignored Crosshair. She was on her back as you rubbed her belly.

"Why don't you get a room." He remarked, now obviously jealous of Batcher.

"Don't listen to him, Batcher! He's just grumpy and jealous." You were getting brave with your comebacks.

"I am not!" He was getting defensive.

"Shh, it's okay Batcher. Your dad is pretty cute too." You said, nuzzling her face.

"I am not her dad and i'm n-" Your words registered in Crosshairs head, the same time they did in yours.

You moved away from Batcher, the mood changed. It was silent for a moment, you looked at the ground.

"Okay I'll be leaving now." You stood to your feet, about to die of embarrassment. That was until Crosshair grabbed a hold of your wrist.

He forced you to face him. "Why?"

"Well gee Cross, I don't know. Maybe because I just said the dumbest thing ever. You think I don't know the feeling isn't mutual!" You confessed.

He stared for a moment, hand still gripping your wrist. You could tell he was contemplating something. That was until he made the last step forward and kissed you.

You felt light as a feather. He did like you back!

You could feel Batcher rubbing against your leg, but payed no attention to it. You were too lost in the kiss.

The two of you held each other, not puling away except to gasp for air.

"I guess I was wrong?" You panted out.

"You were far from being right." He just pulled you back in for another kiss.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am so appreciative for your sweet comments HayBelle! Please let me know if there is anything you want changed in this fic!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss @dangraccoon

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Once again, this is a redo/refresh of this post that I did when I first joined tumblr. This one includes the batch as the originally were and as such doesn't include Echo.

Ik how dare i? This goes against every thing I've ever written with the batch as a group 🤣

I feel Echo would be the same at a baby shower regardless to before or after Skako. But I will have a few notes extra 👀

Warnings: since this is a redo...some things are the same while there's also additions/changes, depends on what i thought of my OG thoughts. Very cute. There's no pronouns used to my knowledge.

Bad Batch and Baby Showers

Hunter

Is curious but wary of this idea. Sounds like an event with a crowd, and that doesn't always do so well with his enhanced senses. But agrees to go when you say you don't wanna be their on your own to visit and celebrate a new baby in your circle.

Is very much glued to your side during the whole event. He doesn't want to be at this baby shower...why are there so many people? why are they talking to loudly? Oh look, here comes the sensory overload he was worried about.

The only time you can detach from your lover is when one of you need the restroom or if you send him to grab you a snack/drink. Even when he does leave your side, briefly, he keeps you in sight or will only go a very short distance from you.

Is worried if you left him to his own devices at this place, he'll end up snapping at someone or make a rude comment, and tells you as much.

Doesn't matter what you say, he sticks to you like tooka fur on velvet.

Anytime someone starts up conversation with him, Hunter is glancing to you to answer for him. You know these people, he doesn't. He has no idea what's acceptable and what isn't. He does try to take over when you seem unsure or hesitant though. After a handful of times, ends up having chats with a few people...but he isn't happy about it. But he's not going to make you suffer the awkwardness either.

Despite his tending to watch the children at the venue, he avoids them like the plague. They're rowdy and excited, they're louder energetically and audibly and its too much.

Once he notices the other adults entirely ignoring them though...suddenly his focus is almost entirely on them. Worried someone will get hurt and none of the other adults will notice or care. The second someone falls, he rushes right over to see if theyre okay. Then as soon as he's sure the kid is fine though, he beelines right back to you once more.

Wrecker

Is actually stoked about the idea. A party? For a kid -er baby? Awesome! ...wait what do you mean its not going to be as fun as he assumes it is? You try to explain to him what showers are like but inevitably give up, he'll know soon enough

You breifly worry that this might not be the best event for your big lover to enjoy...but your worries are entirely unfounded once you get there.

While he's at your side, Wrecker is attentive and watchful. He's quickly sneaking away, somehow without you even knowing, and returning to you with drinks or snacks. Where did he get the snacks? Was it the table on the OTHER SIDE of the venue? How?

But you're only with Wrecker for a mere half hour before some kid rushes up and demands your boyfriend go with them. Which results in a brief glance shot your way before your lover is rushing off with the little ones.

When you sneak away from the adult interactions...you easily find Wrecker being absolutely pinned by 6 kids laughing his ass off, having been wrestled down by them all.

You end up watching him play with the kids while you mingle, having a hard time focusing on the conversations when its more fun to watch their interactions.

Which only leads to nudges and comments about how good he is with the kids and how sweet he is for entertaining their brats, as one parent had stated.

However, once the kids inevitably get towed back to their parents' sides...Wrecker guides you straight to the food table and doesn't really want to venture far from it. Well, until the kids sneak back to him and beg him to play some more.

If you lose him, you will glance to the goodie filled table and listen intently for your ears to prick for either his booming laughter or high pitched childish squeals of delight.

When the shower is done and its finally time to go home, Wrecker and the kids don't wish to part. Either side. The parents all but rip their littles away kiciking and screaming while your big guy tries his best not to frown about it.

Tech

Was a little hesitant when you asked him to go, at first he was busy working away and hadn't properly heard you when he agreed...but then, once the info settled a moment later, glanced at you and asked if you were sure. He wasn't the best a social events after all...

just everything.

When you got there, he tried to find himself a spot to hunker down and just be quiet on his own. Except somehow he ended up with every single ounce of family knowledge that ever existed.

Nothing was sacred or safe, he knew it all. From every single embaressing thing you've done since birth, to every unfortunately ended relationship of random family membrs, to every person's name and age in your family tree as well as how they were related to you (even those you didn't even know how)...

Tech didn't even ask 95% of the time, it was just intel that was voluntarily gifted! Be that via the flow of conversation or if he just happened to be close enough to overhear someone else's verbal back and forth.

He isn't one for mingling and partying but there was no need for him to be stuck to your side. He felt able to navigate the conversation enough that he didn't feel like he needed assistance, be that close family member or not. Although more often than not, he would take the conversation by storm with facts and scientific knowledge.

Was terribly curious about all the intracacies of the event. He'd spent a few hours prior to your arrival at the venue researching, but he wanted to know more - for science. Every in, out and optional activity needed to be explained in detail so that he could sus out the inner workings of them all.

That's not even mentioning how he decided to slide over a textbook worth of notes and suggestions on childcare to the soon-to-be parents.

Crosshair

Swore when you asked him, then just stared you down. Like really? You want him...there? Really??

He goes with you though, since you asked. But reminds you that you're lucky that he loves you like...10 times.

When you get there, you drag him around to introduce him to everyone...but the second you let go of his hand... Man beelines it to a seat on the far end of the venue in the corner that is quiet and easily overlooked.

Once his perch is located and taken, Cross ain't budging from his spot. That is, unless someone annoying takes up residence next to him... then it's musical chairs from primary school all over again. Has totally escaped a convo but just standing up and relocating himself. Taking your purse and belongings with him, of course.

Definitely rubbed people the wrong way in doing so. As well as the very short, jabbing conversations he had with a few individuals. Good thing you don't normally see those relatives...

Only ever pokes at the plate of goodies you ferry to him. He's suspicious about the food and drinks as well, though he doesn't complain when you bring his alcohol. Crosshair just broodily sips his booze and watches you like a hawk while you interact with people.

He's tired just watching you doing so and is very glad he isn't actually forced to entertain conversations.

You periodically return to him, just checking in and making sure he's alright. He just huffs but doesn't complain - which is the best you're gonna get. You might get a smart ass commet before he shoos you away to return to the event proper though

If you end up staying to sit with him, Crosshair is pulling you close and asking how youzre holding up. He's being super quiet so nobody else can hear and will practically pull you to his lap - for safety - as he asks if you wanna go home.

If you say you want to leave, man is throwing you over his shoulder that very same heart beat, grabbing your things under his arm and is high tailing it to you ride.

There is no goodbye. Shower goers end up wondering what happened to you and you have to smooth it over later over comm-calls.

Echo

So Echo mostly is the same as he is in the 501st one (here) but some points I'd like to add...

Is more mindful of the kids that cling to him, a little worried they might be too rowdy and accidentally get hurt on one of his cybernetic parts

When he gets asked about them, tactfully or not, he tries to keep his explaination short and sweet. He doesn't need you with him to explain per se...but he definitely feels more comfortable when you're beside him as he does

The kids are absolutely THRILLED over his cybernetics and keep asking if they can have arms and legs like him when they grow up. You definitely try to intervene on those moments, a little worried for your lover but Echo handles all their little queries like a champion.

Clings a little less than 501st! Echo but still stays in your orbit as much as he can

Bad batch dividers by Saradika and can be found here

Reblog divider by dystopicjumpsuit 💜

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Eyes On Me

Summary: You wouldn't care if they heard. You wouldn't care if they saw. They already know you're in Tech's bunk.

Pairing: Tech x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, fingering, slightly rough sex, clothed male unclothed female, glove kink, exhibitionism, slight pain kink, armor kink, this is absolute filth I am so sorry.

A/N: *Sweats* Uh, did I intend on making most of these about the Batch...not really. I just can't help it. I have no excuse for this one. Please forgive me.

MASTERLIST

The barracks are quiet, aside from the pounding of the rain against the window and the occasional rumble of snoring from Wrecker’s bunk. They’re all tired after a hard series of missions, back on Kamino for a short stay before they ship out again. 

You only feel slightly guilty about what you’re doing, only that it might disturb them in their much needed rest. You stare up into those brown eyes above you, his gaze sharp and focused. One arm is looped behind you, hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet. His gloved fingers pinch into your cheeks as he muffles your moans, trying not to wake the others.

You wouldn’t care if they heard. 

You wouldn’t care if they saw. 

The kinds of things that made your pussy clench would make even Crosshair blush. 

You, their sweet little medic, laying in Tech’s bunk with his gloved fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. His movements are slow and deliberate, fingers curled into that spot inside you. His armor presses into your side, digging into the dips and curves but you don’t care. 

Tech had been the obvious choice for you, his quiet but commanding demeanor was alluring, and you work with him often. He’s eager to learn, and you posed your desires as a learning opportunity. A chance to gain knowledge in an area he had little experience in. 

They were all rather looked over when it came to that area, mostly because they didn’t get chances for shore leave often. You were the first woman they had close contact with, which led to some interesting situations in the beginning. None of them had ever approached you with an offer, and you could guess they wouldn’t have, if you hadn’t approached Tech. 

You know the others listen sometimes. 

You love it. 

Tech doesn’t seem to care either, his fingers stilling as he removes his hand from your mouth to tug your breastband up. He covers your mouth again, thrusting his fingers into you faster. You whine against his hand, suddenly aware of how silent the barracks have gotten. Even the rain seemed to stop, making the wet squelch of your pussy all the more noticeable. The lube he’d coated his glove in only made it louder. 

Your eyes roll back as he drags the rough fabric covering his palm across your clit, your legs clamping closed as you cum around his fingers. He eases you through your orgasm, your breaths coming in pants from behind his hand. He stills his fingers inside you, holding them there. You continue to flutter around him, squeezing his fingers. 

He finally draws them from your aching pussy, the black fabric sticky and coated in your cum. He shifts over you, moving his hand from your mouth. He presses two fingers against your lips and you take them in your mouth. He tastes like metal and plastoid, tangy and bitter on your tongue. You whimper around his fingers as he removes his codpiece with one easy movement, shoving it in the corner of the bunk. 

You part your legs further as he opens his blacks, pulling out his cock. He’s hard already, his hand jerking the thick length. Your mouth waters around his fingers, drool slipping out of the corners of your mouth and running down your cheeks. He watches it for a moment before lining himself up. 

You moan around his fingers as he presses into you, your pussy already raw and aching from his fingers. The stretch is almost too much, your whimpers loud in the quiet barracks. His fingers press against your tongue, cutting off all noise for a moment. You swallow around his fingers, breaths coming in gasps as he fills you. 

The barracks are very quiet. They’re awake. They have to be. There’s no way they could sleep through this, even with Wrecker’s snoring. The thought makes you clench around Tech, his eyes snapping up to your face. He gives you a look, your body relaxing around him, allowing him to press in further. 

You’re entirely exposed, the blanket pushed off to the side. Your breastband is up around your armpits, leaving your tits exposed to the cold air in the barracks, and to whomever just happened to look over. 

Tech knows this too. 

He angles his body just enough if they wanted to see, they could. His hips press flush with yours, his belt pressing into your stomach. His tools bite the inside of your thighs as they press against his sides. He starts to move, dragging his length along your walls. You moan around his fingers, hand sliding to grip the wrist of the hand that’s pressing into the mattress beside you. 

His gaze is angled down, recording the way his length slides in and out of your wet pussy. For research, he’d claim. It’s definitely for him to watch later, when it’s harder for you two to get alone time. 

“Let her go.” 

The voice makes you jump, not expecting it. It’s rough and low, breathy and slightly muffled from the wall between the two bunks. Hunter. He can’t see what you’re doing, but no doubt he’s been able to hear the entire time. 

Tech slips his hand from your face, drawing his fingers from your mouth. He snaps his hips into yours, a high pitched whine leaving your lips. It’s downright sinful sounding, putting those girls in those holofilms popular among the clones to shame. You continue to moan loudly as Tech snaps his hips into yours, the sound of your pussy rivaling the sounds coming out of your mouth. 

You’re going to cum again and soon. 

You hear quiet groans, the sounds of bodies shuffling in bunks. You go to turn your head but Tech grips your jaw, keeping your head still. 

“Eyes on me.” He says slowly, his voice low from pleasure. 

You want to see. You want to see them, hands in their blacks, watching you get fucked by their squadmate. You keep your eyes glued to Tech’s behind his goggles, arms falling open to give them the best view of your bouncing tits.

Your moans get louder, and for a moment you’re worried anyone walking by might be able to hear. It would be one hell of a reprimanding if you were caught in this position, and you’d likely get reassigned. The guys wouldn’t get much more than a stern talking to. They were too valuable to the Republic to risk decommissioning. 

Perhaps that’s what made them so bold. 

“Kriff, kriff, kriff!” You curse, crying out Tech’s name as you cum, writhing beneath him. He stills his hips, letting you ride out your orgasm around him. You can hear echoing groans from the others, desperate to turn and look but you know Tech won’t let you. He’ll force your gaze on him and only him. You also know he’s not done. 

He’s far from finished with you. 

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Y/N: How does it feel to be dating the most beautiful person in the galaxy? Wrecker: AMAZING!! INCREDIBLE!! I LOVE IT!! Tech: Words alone cannot describe the euphoric sensation that I get from sheerly being in your presence. Hunter: You really need me to pamper you again? Echo: Good. Really karking good! Crosshair: I don't know. Go and ask Hunter.

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What makes them even better is that I don’t think they really had to do missions if they didn’t want to- they could’ve just ran away and started a life for themselves but they kind of just chose to stay around. Despite all the reg’s treating them like outcast- TBB is essentially the middle child.

When the Bad Batch first shows up in The Clone Wars, Kix and Jesse are discussing their success rate, and one of them says “it’s not that they win, it’s how they win that concerns me.”

At first I remember thinking he meant they did things that were morally questionable. Very shortly we find out that he actually means they’re fucking crazy

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I’ve decided to post all of the progress here as well, not just on instagram. Some people have asked to be tagged once I post some progress, but I can’t remember who they were. So if you wanna see future progress, let me know and I’ll tag you!

This one may not look too different from the previous one, but nothing really turned out the way I intended to.

The colors, the textures, the focus, the sounds, the camera, everything just seems so off, and oh boy the animation… this is the result of rushing and not knowing what I’m doing, just inserting keyframes, tweaking the graph editor and hoping for the best. So maybe signing up for this project wasn’t a great idea after all lol. Plus the datapad’s not even fully textured, you can literally see where I started adding details on the front, then for some reason I just left off lol

One thing I’ll definitely work on in the future is the menu itself, because if this project is for a graphic design thesis, then I might as well try to make the only thing that has something to do with it look more presentable. I’ll definitely be changing up the fonts, and I have some other ideas for the background as well.

But for now, I’ll move on to the remaining 5 character menu animations. Originally there were gonna be 5, not 7. At first I was randomly picking out the characters I wanted to make one for, then I realized, it’d probably be best, if each squad got one animation. The 501st gets Rex, the 212th gets Cody, the CG gets Fox, the 104th gets Wolffe, and the 241st gets Tukk. CF99 got Hunter but I really wanted to make one for Tech as well, since modeling and texturing him took the longest 💀

Once all of that’s done, I can finally move on to animating the trailer video. Which I’m terrified of, but oh well lol

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Plan 55

I love his patience.

Season 3, Episode 12

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When the Bad Batch first shows up in The Clone Wars, Kix and Jesse are discussing their success rate, and one of them says “it’s not that they win, it’s how they win that concerns me.”

At first I remember thinking he meant they did things that were morally questionable. Very shortly we find out that he actually means they’re fucking crazy